#it's a beautiful song why did they do that! or at least not have 2 versions!

[xxchaosjojoxx]

Truth or dare

A/N: i had so much fun writing it and played the Song "Kissing u" by Miranda Cosgrove nonstop. Purple text passages are from the song. Hope you enjoy it <3 it is not proofread and pls remember english isnt my first language.

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“Now dance baby.” Shachi laughed out loud.

Ikkaku turned around. “I will get you for this, believe me.”

Ikkaku, Shachi, Penguin and I had our game night. After we played some cards, Shachi had the idea to play some truth or dare. Shachi dared Ikkaku to dance on top of a table.

“Why did I agree to play this stupid game?”

“Because you both refused to play strip poker with us.” Shachi winked at Ikkaku and me.

“Yeah but it was because we didn’t wanna see any of you guys naked.”

I said and Pen and Shachi pretended to be shocked. “Ouch, that hurts.” Said Penguin dramatically.

“Oh Come on y/n who can say no to this body?” Shachi answered and showed his biceps.

“Any human with a decent brain.” said Ikkau and we laughed. “At least we can play poker.” Pen pointed at me with a goofy grin.

Ikkaku jumped down from the table. “So now who’s turn is it? What about you Pen? Truth or dare?”

Penguin hummed while thinking about the options. “I go for a dare.”

Ikkau grinned.  “You have to make a sandwich and give it to our captain after this round.” While we snickered, Pen looked afraid. “Are you crazy? He will kill me.”

“He won’t kill you Pen. You just have to clean the deck for 3 or 4 weeks if you’re lucky.”

Pen let his head fall.  Shachi patted him on the back “Come on man. You can dare Ikkaku to help you.”

Penguin sighed. “Ok Shachi, truth or dare?”

“Wait, why is it my turn?” - “Because you had to back me up and you didn’t”

“I’ll go with truth then.” Ikkau and I mumbled a “Coward” and earned an angry gaze from Shachi.

“Do you have a crush on someone right now?” Penguin asked him. Shachi looked confused. “A Crush? Dude I have a crush on every beautiful woman out there. But sadly there aren’t any beautiful women for me right now.”

“Aren’t we lucky, Ikkaku?” You giggled and Pen and Ikkaku joined you by laughing a little louder.

“Haha funny, y/n. You are so bold today. So truth or dare?”

“Dare. I am bold except for you.”

You could hear an “ohhh” from Ikkaku and Penguin.

“If you are so bold, then I dare you to kiss one of us except for Ikkaku.” Shachi said while wiggling with his eyebrows.

“Well this isn’t a hard choice then.” I said and crawled towards Penguin.

Penguin gulped as I moved closer to him. He and I were really close. Since I joined the crew a few months ago, he and I were besties after only 2 minutes. So it is the safest choice, right?

“Ohh is this love?” asked Sachi. I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be stupid. He is the only decent guy available right now.”

“But not just a peck, y/n.” I turned my head towards Shachi and I gave him a puzzled look.

“The kiss should be on the lips and at least for 10 seconds.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “No problem.” I turned towards Penguin.

“Is this ok?” Pen gulped and fiddled with his hands. “Ehh sure… I guess.” he blushed a little. He looked really cute right now. I’ve never saw him so nervous.

I touched his shoulder with my hands and closed the gap between us.

His lips were soft and warm.

Sparks fly, it's like electricity

I felt his lips moving slightly and one of his hands at the back of my head.

Why do I feel so warm inside and why can’t I stop?

'Cause when I'm kissin' you, my senses come alive

Almost like the puzzle piece I've been trying to find

Shachi’s voiced echoed in my ear “Time’s up.”

I couldn’t and wouldn’t stop. Penguin was the one who pulled away but just enough so our lips wouldn’t connect anymore. I opened my eyes and tried to look him into his eyes. Our noses were still touching. His gaze was on me. Did I do something wrong? I couldn’t read his expressions and crawled back to my place.

“Now that was a kiss. Your turn y/n.”

I lift my fingers to touch my lips. I could still feel his lips on me.

Shachi snapped his fingers before my face. “Earth on y/n. Are you ok?”

I shrieked. “Y-Yes of course.” My eyes tried to find Penguin, but he looked away from me, fumbling with his hands, avoiding looking in my direction. “Pen has to do his dare before we continue.” I just said and Penguin stood up. “Right. Well guys, wish me luck, that captain won’t kill me.”

As soon as Pen left for the kitchen, I stood up as well and went with a “I need to catch some fresh air” outside.

I leaned towards the railing and sighed. My heart was beating so fast during the kiss, I thought it would explode.

A person was standing next to me without even realizing it.

“Everything ok?”

I stumbled back and nearly fell on the ground, but thankfully Ikkaku catched my arm fast enough.

“Woah. The kiss must be pretty good if you space out like this. A penny for your thoughts?”

I looked at Ikkaku and shrugged my shoulders again. “I have no idea. It felt like a spark. It was soft and warm. This kiss felt...just right. Like what is this? I can’t stop thinking about his lips. I wanna feel them on me again. I can’t stop it. I just…” I groaned.

“You are blushing right now.”

I looked at her “I am? B-But how? What is going on? Penguin and I are friends. Why am I reacting like this?”

“Maybe you like him”

“Of course I like him.

“No I mean. You like like him.”

I was confused. “But why now? I never felt like this. Maybe it’s just attraction?”

Ikkaku smiled at me. “Maybe. Maybe it is a hidden crush coming to the surface. I mean you both are really close.”

My face heated up. I tried to hide my red cheeks with my hands.

“HEY! Are you guys coming back for another round?” We heard Penguin behind us. As we turned around he was coming towards us. “You are alive.” Ikkaku said and Pen grinned. “Yeah he hasn't seen it yet.” Penguin looked at me with a hint of worry. “Is everything ok? Are you going to be sick?” His hand touched my forehead. “I guess you got a fever. Come on, let’s get you to the captain to check on you.” I slapped his hand away.

“I…I have to go.” I said and ran away.

Penguin was slightly confused. “What is going on with her? I was just worried?” he pouted and mumbled to himself.

Penguin turned towards Ikkaku. “Do you think she catched a cold?”

Ikkaku grinned. “I guess you could call it ‘catching a cold’.“ Pen tilted his hand, scratching his cheeks.

“Say Pen, I am curious how was the kiss with y/n?” Ikkaku asked with amusement.

The young man looked at her before grinning and blushing a little bit. “Curiosity kills the cat, y’know?”

“Oh come on, dude.” He laughed a soft laugh. “Let’s just say, I wouldn’t mind catching a cold as well.”

Before Ikkaku could answer, both of them saw a giant blue orb around them.

“Oh No.” Said Penguin and tried to get a few steps back. “Come with me, Penguin. NOW!” Both of them could hear the cold and calm voice of their captain Trafalgar Law. You could hear a “HELP” escape from Penguin as Captain Law shambles him inside the Polar Tang. Ikkaku closed her eyes and started a little prayer. “It was nice knowing you, my brother.” 

You hid under your blankets, still feeling the steady sound of your beating heart. The moment he touched your forehead it was too much for you. You had a few crushes in your past but it was nothing too serious. Of course you flirted with a few people whenever you docked on an island and visited a bar with Ikkaku or the chaos duo. Hell you even flirt with your crew, especially with Shachi and Penguin. Never ever did you feel like that. You couldn’t stop thinking about Penguin and his cute smiles. The way his lips taste like the chocolate you found earlier in the fridge. “I only find him attractive. That’s it. After I sleep a bit, everything will be back to normal.”

Sleep didn’t help you at all. After your duties you went on the deck and saw Penguin cleaning the whole Polar Tang. “Never mess with the captain.” you thought and started to observe the man with the penguin hat who was working the whole day.

Penguin stopped in his tracks just for him to open his zipper and took off his boiler suit, til the point it was hanging around his hips. You could see he was wearing a black tank top underneath and the sweat that was forming on his skin. He took his hat off for a second to wipe away the sweat on his forehead before putting his hat on again.

It was the first time you saw him without his hat. Yeah you only saw his back figure and it was for a second, but you saw it. You stared at every one of his movements. It was hypnotizing and you felt addicted.

He turned himself around a little bit to stretch his arms and you got a glimpse of his abs you didn’t even know he would have.  You gulped and couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Every single subtle glisten of sweat on his skin was way too interesting for you. His muscles, his cute little smile. He looked so radiant and by the time your mind had processed, he waved towards you.

And have you noticed I lose my focus

And the world around me disappears

“Do you enjoy the view?” He shouted towards me and grinned. Oh god, how long did I stare at him? How long did he stand there and noticed me?

Embarrassment immediately washed over you, as you tried to hide yourself.

Penguin walked towards you, a warm hand resting on your forehead. “Are you feeling better?” he asked with a hint of worry in his voice. You looked at him. Really looked at him.

I have never felt nothing like this

You're making me open up

No point even trying to fight this

It kinda feels like it's love

You just nodded. And a wide smile appeared on his face. “I’m glad that you are doing better. You got me worried. So what are you doing here? Except for staring?” He smirked at you and you felt the heat back on your cheeks. “I thought I could help you with it. Cleaning the Polar Tang.”

The sweet sound of his laughter made your heart jump a little.

“But you didn’t even dare me to do it. It should've been Ikkaku or Shachi.”

“I still want to help you.” You both stared at each other silently. The air was thick around you both. “You could dare me to help you, y’know?”

He looked up and down at you. You did the same and your eyes traveled down to his lips. How much you wanted to taste them again. You automatically licked over your own lips. But you still had an inner fight. Is it attraction? Could it be a crush? You didn’t know and wouldn’t play neither with his nor your feelings. You couldn’t look him in the eyes right now. It feels like just making eye contact would scream that you might like him as more than just friends.

“You could kiss me again if you like to.” You focused on him. Did you hear it correctly? You were looking for a sign of him, telling you it’s a joke, but he was looking at you with a little smirk. “If I can help you with your inner monologue, it is. It can just be a peck on the cheeks. Like this.” He calmly said and blew me a soft kiss on my right cheek.

“Do I distract you?” His husky voice sent me a shiver . “Yeah but you’re my favorite distraction.” I slapped my hand towards my mouth. The words slipped my mouth.

Penguin leaned his head on my shoulder as he was mumbling. “I’m trying to keep my cool here. Do you know how tempting you’re being right now?”

You could hear your heart loud and clear. Could Penguin hear it too? It was so loud. He was so close to you.

“Keep talking like that and I might end up falling in love with you by accident.” You wanted to sound calm but your voice cracked.

You could feel him grinning on your shoulder. Before he backed down and looked at you. “Maybe I want this ‘accident’ to happen. If you still feel unsure about everything, maybe you should go for ‘truth’ then.”

I gulped and nodded my head.

Penguin stood before me, humming. “Did you feel different when you kissed me? In a positive way?” I nodded and his face came closer towards mine. He leaned in and I felt his lips brush against my ear. With hot breath his lips parted and he whispered, “Do you want to kiss me again?” Your cheeks are just as flushed as his own. His hand trailing his fingers up your side. One Hand reaching up to cup your cheek, the other holding the back of your head. Like yesterday. Without waiting for your response, Penguin tugged you forwards by the back of your head and your lips crushed to his. This time it was not soft anymore but heated, intense but still sweet. 

When I'm kissin' you, it all starts making sense

And all the questions I've been asking in my head

Like are you the one, should I really trust

Crystal clear, it becomes when I'm kissin' you

As you both pulled apart your pupils blown wide, your cheeks bright red you looked at him.

“I guess I got my answers.” You smiled lightly and Penguin smirked as well.

He was holding your face in both hands. “If I knew you would feel like I do, I would have dared you a long time ago to kiss me myself.” And with that he kissed you again.

As you both pulled apart for the second time he was grinning. “Do you wanna see me naked now?”  He laughed and caught you off guard. “Of course I do.” -”Huh wait what?” He was confused by your sudden answer but was interrupted by you closing the gap between you two. 

[if-i-say-to-you-tomorrow]

I will never stop being upset that the album version of Wasteland, Baby! (the song) has that stupid production

[sleepybbie]

#TRENDING ! | nagi x reader

summary: your and nagi’s name seemed to be in the main headline of hashtags on twitter when you woke up one day…

proplayer!nagi x idol!fem!reader

warning! mentions of threats and hate comments,

a/n: this fic is based on episode 9 of season 2 of aggretsuko on netflix when they found out retsuko and tadano were dating TwT

it really wasn’t tensional.

you were feeling lonely, and so did he. nagi followed what you told him. he thought if he were to hide through his identity with a cap, mask, and some glasses, then he wouldn’t be easily recognized by the public, and then he would be able to meet up with you in secret with no one to disturb you two. go at his place, exchange kisses and words of affirmation, cuddle and have your time together.

the pro football player, going out with one of the most beautiful known idols in japan. basically you. it was a death sentence at just that.

ever since your manager, sara, allowed you to date someone after the success of your first solo album to be released, you had never been more happy to tell nagi the news, in which he too was delighted, kissing the temple of your head after. finally, you don’t have to hide your phone every time she checks.

your manager says that if this information were ever to be turned in public, there’s a chance that your career would have a turn for the worse, and that you have to keep it private.

fans are crazy, she says. and she wasn’t wrong.

you received a couple of threats from letters you thought were fan letters, and even some during your concerts, in which they were gladly taken away by security and were banned from ever attending to your concerts. being famous is scary, but nagi had became your comfort after all of that. that’s why you dated him. surprisingly, you two have already been dating for 3 years, in secret from your manager even. only his best friend reo knows about your relationship and so as your two closest friends. they were amazing at keeping secrets.

you promised your manager that you would try your best to keep a low profile when going out, using the same method every famous people do when walking outside in public—which is wearing a disguise.

since the two of you were famous, you told nagi that the best disguise is just a simple cap, mask, sunglasses and an attire that would look plain. nagi took these suggestions in mind, and used them one day during a rest day. you were used to wearing disguises, so you had a usual waiting for you in your hotel room. you had finished doing a song rehearsal, and nagi messaged to you if you wanted to go out on a date for your free day.

without thinking, you said ‘yes.’

maybe you should always take your manager’s words in your head all the time. and the thing is, she had no idea you were dating him.

wednesday, 11:02am

sara sat down on the computer chair as she slammed the finished documents over her desk, stretching her arms up in the air along with a tired sigh escaping her lips. she just finished her paperwork for your album, talking to various producers who’ll help you out and such, making schedules and plans afterwards.

thank goodness it was a rest day, you were probably busy anyways and she doesn’t want to do anymore work for she only messaged to you about the upcoming rehearsal you were having on friday and to prepare. and that was that. the stress she was having at the moment irked her.

“it’s like seeing my old self…ugh, my back hurts..”

without saying anything more, she opened her computer, google, then checked out the latest news. maybe a little drama could spice up her boring day..

“new trial; kiinomori, says not guilty,” boring.

“a car crash happening after a cos event, yesterday,” do car crashes always happen now?

“japan’s new technology shocks the tokyo community,” eh, not interested

“wanted: extra line artist,” why are you even looking for help here on the news website??!

‘even the news are starting to become uninteresting…well at least the crime rates aren’t going up any sooner..’ she thoughts to herself, clicking on the mouse to see if there were any particular headlines that might catch her interest. maybe about you would be nice.

however, something stopped her from scrolling.

“photo of japan’s football genius and japan’s most beloved idol’s lovey-dovey date.”

her eyes widen a little. no, that was impossible. you wouldn’t find a boyfriend that soon, right? and a football player? no, far too impossible..it just might be another idol, yeah. maybe even a colleague? yeah, that must be it.

steadily, her mouse clicked on the news page, and in an instant it opened.

“are the two going out as friends? or something more?” was what the article stated in the first sentence. sara took a good look on the photos, and all she could see was what she recognized to be the genius nagi seishiro’s back, his white hair flowing out of the cap on his head, holding a lemon tea drink in his hand, and the other in his pockets. nagi seishiro, the proclaimed genius football player who participated in the blue lock project? dating? sara barely knew anything about him, but woah.

beside nagi, was a girl smaller than him. sara couldn’t see her face, so she went forward to scroll down for more pictures.

that moment when she continues to scroll down on her computer, eyes intensely trying to take a good look on the photos took by the secret paparazzi, they kept only taking shots of nagi’s face, not even bothering to let the viewer look at who he’s with. her patience was almost running out…

that was until…she finally identified who the footballer was with.

time pauses, the tranquil silence was eerie, and sara felt her heart stop at the moment. jaw dropped, eyes wide, and the cup of coffee she bought at starbucks almost fell to the ground, a drip of the coffee falling on her desk.

“y…y/n..?”

then the whole public went on fire.

“WHATTTTTTTTTT???????!!”

“EEEEHHHH????”

“HUHHH????”

“HAHH?????”

“FOR REAL?????”

“HWHSHUHHHH???”

“OH MY GOOODDDDDDDD??????”

the article, with now over 2 million views, ended the statement with, “will the two get married soon??”

“a-aha..ahaha..they’re joking right?? y/n with t-that guy..? ahaha..ahaha..” one was on the verge of insanity from astonishment.

“PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER, MA’AM!”

the number one trending hashtag on twitter, over 400 brand new tweets not long after the news broke out in public. your closest friends, saw the article. and not long after they tried their best to contact you to no avail.

“you’ve seen the article?”

“yes, i have. have you seen the way y/n’s instagram has been popping up after?” one of your friends showed the other on her phone screen, your verified instagram page. it seems your followers had multiplied after the article was posted online. from 30k to now 70k followers. your friends were able to read the newly added comments from your last post. the other comments are mostly from the good fans, showing their support for you and nagi’s relationship, and some were mostly from those nagi fangirls in which they despise the most..

‘found her lol.’

‘nagi could do better lmao.’

‘she’s not even that good looking.’

‘she’s just attention seeking lol.’

yeah, they definitely despise them. since not long, the two were preparing their bot accounts, about to fight them back.

even the team blue lock members’ were able to read the article, jaws dropped on the floor in surprise. how did the lazy genius managed to pull a famous idol like you?

“wha…what is…what’s this..?”

“holy crap, so this is why they’re trending?”

“i…i’m shocked.”

“woah! nagichi is actually dating y/n? how lucky, aha! they’re trending!”

“is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“so this is what that guy’s keeping away from us, huh?!”

“i didn’t even know he was dating someone. better yet, someone famous.”

“is this also why he’s late for practice?”

“it’s almost 3 million views now, they really are taking over the headlines.”

“wait, since they’re dating can i ask nagi if i can get an autograph from her??”

“shut up, igaguri.”

your friends were almost screaming at the end of the line when you answered their call, curled up over your bed and a little shaking, covering your naked body in the blankets with a sleepy nagi next to you. this wasn’t intentional, it really wasn’t. you didn’t know, you didn’t know that there was a secret paparazzi nearby. now you’re scared of what your manager might say to you after this. will she force you two to break up? or never see each other again? make you say you’re just friends with him? no, no, anything but that.

you thought the morning routine for this day would be blissful, with yesterday’s love making was comforting and full of passion, and now you’re awoken with news about you and nagi’s relationship now being in public.

“Y/N! YOU AND NAGI ARE TRENDING.”

“y-yeah, i know..” your voice was hush, like a whisper. you felt afraid of what might happen.

“y/n, are you alright over there? we can come over if you want. is nagi there with you right now?”

“n-no, you guys don’t have to..and yeah, he’s with me right now...’s just asleep..” you replied.

“it’s insane. it hasn’t even been hours and you two are—

your other friend’s voice has been cut off quick, “you don’t have to remind that to her..! listen, y/n, don’t be scared ok? i know it’s scary, but stay strong. trust me, that’ll get over soon.”

their voices are a little muffled on the end of the line, probably fighting over the phone.

the moment you felt movement beside you, you were quick to turn your head to see nagi already waking up from his sleep. great, now how are you going to tell him?

“guys, i’ll call you back later. i have to talk to sei about it. bye now.” then the call dropped. when you looked back over to nagi, his eyes were half lidded, white locks covering his right eye as he rubbed them awake.

“morning..”

“ah…morning, sei…uh..” you nervously avoided eye contact, fingers padding through your phone to look for the article about you and your now public boyfriend that went viral online. nagi tried to pull your figure close to him, arms wrapping over your stomach with a mumble, “it’s so early…hey y/n…go back to sleep with me..”

“it’s 11am now, sei..don’t you have practice today..?”

“ah, you’re right…what a bother..too tired from last night..” fuck, how are you supposed to tell him now? it’s now or never.

“hey, sei…i think you should see this..”

“huh?”

passing your phone over to your boyfriend, you anxiously played with your fingers as you can spot his pupils reading the article displayed over the screen, lazily. it took him some time to finish, his thumb scrolling down to continue reading before nagi lays the phone down between the both of you and groans. “ahh…what a pain. how did they even manage to recognize us? ‘thought my disguise was good..”

“paparazzis are terrifying..” was what you replied. in a few moments, you sighed, covering your face with both of your palms, letting go of the blanket that was covering your upper chest. “what should we do? this is bad…if sara sees this then we’re done for…how did this happen?? oh please, i don’t wanna leave you, sei..”

“didn’t she say you’re allowed to be in a relationship?”

“yeah, as long as i keep it private..!” you say, almost yelling at him. nagi stares at you, hugging the pillow he’s laying underneath. realization hits you, then you covered your mouth, embarrassed. “ah, sorry…i didn’t mean to yell at you..”

“ts fine…” he responds. you hid your face beneath your palms again, expression filled with nothing but worry and little fear. your insta’s been popping up, more followers were added and even more comments popping at your last post. and when you looked over to twitter to see your name trending over the hashtags, the whole world fell down over your shoulders.

“hey, y/n…look at me.”

you couldn’t.

“y/n. hey, let me see you..” nagi who was now sitting up, grabbed both of your hands off of your face to make you look at him.

pretty, you were so pretty. so pretty for him. “it’s gonna be alright..”

“no, no—easy for you to say but…my..my manager..she’ll..” then you looked down over the blanket again, breath hitching as you struggled to breathe a little. nagi had to hold you close to him in order to calm you down, hands brushing your hair, voice hushing your small whimpers. “shh, hey, hey..take deep breaths…c’mon…calm down..”

he always did that when you had panic attacks. most of the time after your concerts or handshakes with your fans. nagi holds you close, then stays quiet. maybe you’re overreacting a little bit…yet at the same time, it’s going to be scary facing the public afterwards.

nagi stayed with you for a while until you could face him calmly, with steady breaths and a peaceful heart. he could see the notifs popping up on his phone.

99+ new messages.

38 missed calls from reo

17 missed calls from isagi and the rest ongoing. his phone too was exploding this morning. but first he has to make sure you’re ok.

when you finally managed to calm down, nagi continues to brush your hair back, looking straight to your eyes. “feel a little better?”

you nodded. “just…just still a bit scared of sara..”

“yeah? well i’ll make sure to apologize. i was the one who dragged you out after all.”

“n-no, sei! you don’t have to i—that’ll make it more worse i’ll be the one to talk to her.” nagi shakes his head, not approving of your idea. “it would be a hassle if you had to go through that alone…at least let me talk to her too..” your boyfriend caressingly rubs your hand together with his, he could still spot the small bruises he left on your neck..a loving gaze pictured over his face.

“it wouldn’t be so much work unlike practice. i’ll come with you…wherever you are. sometimes i wish we were cats so we can spend 9 lives together, y’know?”

you couldn’t say anything much for this dork, except pull nagi for another hug. you prayed to whatever existed that you don’t ever get pulled away from him, your beloved. you sometimes wished things don’t turn out to be in a bad way, after all, you’re an idol of love and kindness. however sometimes, maybe the entertainment industry should be less strict on their idols, including you. nagi was the only one that made you feel alive from them. from all the negativity you’ve been feeling because of what you do.

you love nagi seishiro. and nagi seishiro loves you. that’s there to it.

in the end, you and nagi managed to talk to sara about the whole relationship situation going on, and the only thing she was mad about was that fact you didn’t tell her you were dating, better yet a pro player. she just gave you a warning and then head straight to ask permission to your company about your relationship.

then not long after too, the situation calmly fainted down, and everything went back to normal. maybe except about some of your fans who are quite upset that you’re in a relationship.

still, you were glad the company was kind enough to let you two stay together. maybe it’s because you’re with someone famous, too, but it didn’t really matter.

yeah, maybe you were overreacting.

[dailyreverie]

Christmas Valentine

A/N: This one was requested by @writingsoftheloser, and I loved it so so much! Thank you so much for requesting! I had the idea for it and then I came across the song Christmas Valentine by Jason Mraz & Ingrid Michaelson and it is so Bucky and gave me all the feels and ughh... just give it a listen please 🥹🥹I really hope you all like it!

2. "You shouldn't have"

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (no pronouns, reader is called doll)

Word count: 1k

Holiday prompts ⛄

'Twas the night before Christmas, when every corner of the common room was bathed in the warm glow of sparkling colored lights. The chimney crackled, casting a cozy fire across the room. Everyone was dressed in their festive best, and joy permeated the air… and Bucky would much rather be in his room.

He remembered Christmas, he truly did, Steve made sure of that, and it’s not that he didn’t like everyone - he liked Steve, and Nat sometimes, and Sam could be somewhat tolerable every now and then. Yet, this Christmas, his first after everything, he preferred observing from a distance. A bottomless glass of scotch kept him company, the amber liquid warming him as he contentedly watched from afar, even if it meant being away from you.

“Merry Christmas everyone!” Ah, shit, you. How could he forget to include you on his mental list of people he enjoys? Bucky caught himself smiling into his glass when you entered the crowded room with your cheerful exclamation. Nat hugged you, Wanda playfully placed a Santa hat on your head, and despite the festive welcome from others, you still searched for Bucky and shared a quiet smile across the room.

God… the way he felt for you. He never thought after all those years he would be able to feel something like that again, something that felt so warm even though it must be snowing outside. 

The night went on, food and drinks came and went, and the two-week-long Secret Santa that had been going on was finally revealed. It was right after the gift exchange when you began walking towards him, with a beautiful ear-to-ear smile on your face courtesy of the festivities and the sweet drinks Wanda kept giving you. 

“Merry Christmas,” you greeted him. “I’m sorry I didn’t come by before, I was dragged to the whole thing as soon as I arrived.” You laughed slightly, remembering to the way you were engulfed by your teammates. 

“I could see that,” Bucky laughed too, more discreetly, but laughed too. “Merry Christmas, by the way.” He knew he sounded awkward when he said it, almost as if he wasn’t quite sure if those were the words he wanted to say, but when your cheeks heated up and your smile got shyer, he knew he had to be doing something right.

“Hey, listen I- uhm-” It was your turn to be awkward as you fidgeted with the gift bag on your hands. "I know you didn't want to be part of the Secret Santa thing but I can't let you celebrate Christmas without a gift." Bucky decided to keep the image of your reddening cheeks forever in his head, perhaps for a rainy day. 

"Oh, doll. Why did you bother yourself with this?" The festive paper bag in your hands reached the top of the table, and Bucky hesitated to reach for it.

"You are never a bother, Buck. This is the least I could do to thank you for all the training."

Bucky chuckled to himself as you pushed the bag towards him, finally grabbing it, and once he opened it, his cautious smile turned into surprise. "You shouldn't have."

"Nonsense." You shrugged as he revealed the first edition of The Hobbit you had gifted him. "Remember that time you called me a Hobbit because I kept referring to your missions as adventures?”

"Of course I do." Bucky laughed softly. "Of course, I do," Bucky laughed softly. The gift, a first edition of The Hobbit, left him genuinely touched.

“I also may have overheard you say to Sam that you read it when it came out. I though maybe you could have a little thing from back then, now.”

"This is… this is wonderful." You took this thankfulness with a smile. Contrary to his words, though, he groaned. "Well, now this is embarrassing, but I might also… uhm…" He reached down his chair, pulling out a gift bag. "I also got you something but it's not nearly as good as yours." 

You gasped dramatically at the sight of the bag, making grabby hands for it. "For me?!" Bucky nodded, silently confirming your question and watching you intently. Every move you made tightened his stomach into a tighter knot, not sure if you would even like it - opening the bag, taking out the little box inside it, untying the ribbon from it… every second felt like torture for him.

You took in a sharp breath when you opened the box, admiring the beautiful necklace Bucky had gifted you; you had seen it before, that one time you went downtown with him. You thought he wouldn't have even noticed, but he not only watched your eyes shine at the sight of it, he also went back that same afternoon to buy it to make sure no one else got it first.

"Bucky, this is- this is gorgeous.” Your fingers ghosted delicately above it. “You shouldn’t have.” You repeated his words, making him chuckle slightly. 

“How could I not? You kept going back to look at it.” He freed your hands from it, standing up right in front of you and circling your neck with his hands; his lotion made you take a deep breath and hold it as he kept moving closer, you had never seen him move so gently as he placed the chain around your neck and clasped the lock, making sure it was straight before taking a step back again. 

“It's beautiful.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, your fingers toying with the charm as you looked up to smile at him. 

Bucky nodded, a quiet “yes, it is” confirming what he saw right in front of him. 

“Buck, I-” A call for your name interrupted you.

“Go, I’ll come find you later,” Bucky promised, hoping your thoughts mirrored his. Before leaving you kissed his cheek and squeezed his flesh arm, your way of telling him he better come find you soon.

“Would you look at that, the robot has feelings.” Sam sneaked up on him, patting his back and walking past him to get a drink.

“Leave him alone, Sam.” Steve warned, not without his own squeeze to his shoulder with an encouraging “Good one, Buck”. He had never seen his friend happier, his eyes lost in the crowd not able to stop looking at you. Bucky remembered Christmas, he was sure he did, but he had never loved Christmas lights as much as he liked them reflecting in your eyes right then.

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[thepersonnamedsam]

where’d all the time go? - dr3

pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

summary: a little look back in time and into the future

face claim: heidi berger

warnings: none

note: hiya, i’m back (at least for now)! this was inspired by the song where’d all the time go by dr. dog :)

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yninsta where’d all the time go?

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danielricciardo my beautiful baby

danielricciardo look at you, you were always cute

danielricciardo i love you so much

user1 he’s so whipped

user2 we love a whipped man

user3 give him some cream so he can be whipped cream

user4 wow, y/n, you are so pretty

yninsta thank u so much

user5 danny is a lucky man

danielricciardo indeed i am

yninsta aww baby

danielricciardo i am the luckiest with you

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danielricciardo where’d all the time go? bc she’s my wife now rather than my racing partner…

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user6 omg danny u can’t drop that bomb rn!!!!!!

user6 i was not prepared to go to heaven today

user7 wtf happened?

user8 when did that happens?!;!;!:

user9 in june apparently

yninsta i am so lucky to call u my husband <3

danielricciardo mrs. ricciardo has a nice ring to it

yninsta yea and u gave me a pretty ring

sebastianvettel congrats you two, glad to have been invited!

user10 seb was invited!:‘bejdkdbfjd

user11 he better have been

maxverstappen1 my dream just vanished :(

maxverstappen1 i will never be mrs. ricciardo :(

user12 hahahaha max is too funny

yninsta soz max, can i make it up to u?

maxverstappen1 divorce him?

danielricciardo never.

user12 i cannot believe it, my fav boy got married

user13 yea and we didn’t even know about the engagement

user14 doesn’t matter, they won’t last anyways

user15 anyway(s) - there is no plural of anyway. if u hate do it at least grammatically correct

user16 slay. (and they will last forever)

charles_leclerc congratulations!!! so happy for you

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daniel3.jpg the polaroid camera latifi gifted me finally came to good use, thanks mate

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nicholaslatifi cheers mate

user17 i just know they had the most perfect wedding

user18 i want a man to love me like danny loves y/n… sigh

user19 he there sweetheart :)

user18 ew.

yninsta it was perfect

landonorris had the most perfect time, thank you, you muppets

yninsta we love u lando

danielricciardo ig we do, if wifey does…

yninsta be nice

landonorris yea, be nice and listen to your wife

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yninsta we had the most beautiful time, thank you to you all! lots of love

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yninsta where’d all the time go pt. 2

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user21 SHE GOT PREGNANT? TWICE? WHEN?

user22 that’s why she didn’t show up to the races, omg, she had whole kids!

user23 i hope they were whole…

user24 oop-

user25 he looks so happy

user26 so much better than at mclaren

user25 right?

landonorris when will i get uncle duties again?

yninsta soon

danielricciardo no you will not, they were so hyper last time you had them, idk what you did with them

landonorris they had pavlova, isn’t that a specialty of australia?

user27 it’s kiwi!!!!

landonorris doesn’t matter

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f1 little throwback to @danielricciardo 's bachelor party with the whole grid

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user28 aww how sweet was that

user29 it’s really the whole grid :(

user30 even seb

user31 i think it was sebs last race even

user32 but their children seem at least 4 years old?!;

user33 maybe that’s why they married?

danielricciardo i look so bad :/

user34 nO TAKE THAT BACK

user35 look how happy they all are!

yninsta thank god they don’t have my bachelorette party pics…

f1 🤷🏻‍♀️

yninsta if u dare! i will sue u

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[kpop-yes]

Xiaoting x male reader - F*ck Practice, F*ck me instead

You woke up to the sun beaming down your my face and Ting on your chest, sleeping deeply,

And very loudly to say the least.

The last thing you could remember was being very drunk at a party and Ting having to walk you home,

___

It was around 2:00 in the morning and it felt like the party could go on forever, But you wouldn't last till 3, You were drunk as hell and could barely walk nor talk.

But all that mattered to you was that you could still see and hear and that's all that you cared about.

But to Ting, You looked like a drunk piece of mess that couldn't walk by himself. She could barely focus on partying without turning her back to look at you.

What made her reach her limit was you asking for yet another drink to wash down the other hundred bottles you already drank.

After saying bye to her friends, she walked over to you, made you stand up, put your arm on her shoulder, and supported you while walking back to your dorm.

You could barely register what was happening as the ringing in your ear didn't stop and you couldn't even see properly.

After reaching your dorm, Ting reached into your pockets snd dug out your keys.

After laying you down on your bed, Ting grabbed her bag and was about to walk out when you grabbed her hand,

"Stay Ting, Please".

"Fine, Only to make sure you don't die in your sleep".

___

And here you were, Ears still ringing and your vision still horrible but at least you had Ting by your side.

After staring at the ceiling for 20 minutes m, you realized how shit you smell and slowly crawled out of bed while trying not to wake Ting up.

Your plan was unsuccessful as Tong almost woke up instantly as you stood up.

"Morning Ting", you said while waving at her.

"What time is it Y/n?"

You looked at the clock, "1:35, why?"

Ting looked shocked and you couldn't help but giggle at her reaction.

"Did we really sleep for that long?!"

"Yeah, I guess so. Anyways Imma take a shower. Feel free to whatever you want as long as it's not illegal", you said while grabbing a pair of clothes and waved.

You assumed that she'd just end up leaving, so you left the bathroom door unlocked.

You took off your clothes and hopped inside the shower.

The first thing you did was put on shampoo and clean your body.

You heard a door close but you assumed it was Ting leaving, But oh how wrong you were.

You continued your shower session, which included a lot of lip syncing to songs and whistling.

After almost finishing your shower, all that was left was too put on your conditioner.

You grabbed your conditioner but heard something behind you.

"Let me see it, I can put it on your hair for you".

"Okay thanks, here", You passed the conditioner to whoever was behind you, not knowing who was behind you.

It wasn't until after a couple of seconds that you realized that someone else was in the shower with you.

You turned around in shock to see Tong standing there with a smile.

"What are you doing here?!" You shouted in confusion.

"What? You were going to hog all the hot water so I might as well be in here as well", She said while Squirting some conditioner on her hand,

"Now turn around so I can Put conditioner on your hair"

You did as she said and she applied the conditioner on your hair.

Her smooth and silky fingers ran through your hair as she thoroughly made sure every strand of hair was lathered in Conditioner.

After a couple minutes Ting sprayed water on your hair and gave you the conditioner,

"Here, now do my hair"

"O-Okay", you nervously responded as you squirted some conditioner on your hand.

You couldn't help but look down at her beautiful round ass.

She could obviously tell what you were looking at so she purposely dropped a brush and bent down to pick it up.

"Like what you see Y/n~"

"W-What, I don't know what you're talking about, now stand still so I can put the conditioner on your hair", You regretfully said.

You thoroughly went through her hair, but you couldn't really concentrate as she was purposely standing in a way where her ass was touching your legs and partly your member.

After thoroughly scrubbing the conditioner, you sprayed water over hair and washed the conditioner off.

"There, happy?"

"Very, But you know what else looks happy?"

She was obviously talking about your member as it was basically rock hard.

"I think your just talking nonsense Ting", You said and turned around to turn the water off.

Ting then hugged you from behind,

"Come on, let's have some fuuunnn, don't you want to know how it feels to have sex with a kpop star?"

"No, Besides you have practice today, what if you're late?"

"Fuck Practice! Id Rather have sex with you then go to practice!"

"No Ting, Your going to practice, I don't want to be the cause for you being late because you want to fuck".

You put on boxers and handed a towel to Xiaoting while still arguing,

"And? like I said, fuck practice, and Stop turning me down Y/n! I'm older than you so you should listen to your elders!"

"Your only half a month older than me? And right now your acting like immature brat!"

You walked to your room while

"Yeah, a brat that wants to have sex with you! Come on Y/n, it won't take that long!"

"I refuse to believe you, last time you told me that it wouldn't take long you missed your whole practice session and your company were on your ass for missing!"

You were about to put on pants when Ting pushed you onto the bed,

"Yeah well it wasn't my fault you wouldn't let mw ride you! If you didn't refuse I wouldn't have missed practice! So now you owe me!"

"I don't owe you shit! And you were still toing to miss practice without arguing! I'm not having sex with you Ting!"

"Why! Is it because you fucking hate my guts?!

"What?! I never said anything about hating your guts, besides if I hated you when we first met I wouldn't have been Rearranging Your guts in the first place!"

Ting climbed on top of you while pulling down your boxers,

"So then lets have sex Y/n! I promise it won't take that long", she begged.

You knew that it would take that long, but this argument would go nowhere if you kept arguing with her.

You knew she'd miss practice but if she wanted you that bad then you'll let her have you.

*exhale* "Okay fine, bug if you miss practice that'll be your fault Ting".

"I won't, besides you won't last long with someone like me~"

"Just cause your an idol that doesn't mean your automatically better at fucking someone Ting".

"Shush, let me handle this", she said as she slowly stroked your member.

Her speed slowly increased as she started spitting on your member.

She took a deep breath before taking your member whole.

It was a sight to see as you couldn't handle but moan at her actions.

Her gagging made you feel like you're in heaven.

She pulled back while gasping for air,

"Geez I don't remember your dick being this

big Y/n~".

You pug your hand on Ting, and after getting the okay signal, you started face fucking Ting. Her gagging made you move faster knowing that every time you hit the back of her throat with your member that you were about to blow your load inside her throat.

You started feeling a bit lightheaded, but nonetheless you kept face fucking Ting.

Looking at Ting, and her face covered in saliva and her eyes asking to be ruined.

The harder you face fucked Ting, the closer you were to your limit.

You felt your member twitching and realized you were about to blow your load inside her throat.

"Ah, Ting Your so fucking tight ah! I'm about to cum!"

And after a few seconds, you released your load into Ting's tight throat, You kept your member in her mouth for a minute before pulling out.

Ting immediately started gasping for air, showing how hard you fucked her mouth,

"Geez Y/n You really liked that didn't you, But now it's my turn~"

And with a swift spin, Ting was now on top of you.

"I've been waiting to do this since forever~"

adjusting yourself, you knew Ting was about to ride you hard, this was one of her biggest fantasies ever since you two started dating.

Ting started hovering above your member, slowly teasing it before slowly inserting herself into you.

She slowly slid herself while moaning the whole way.

When she reached the end of your member, that's when she started thrusting.

Moans escaping left and fight, as you two couldn't  contain your emotions.

The more ting kept riding you the more you felt lightheaded.

You knew how ferocious ting could get and how much stress she had.

And know she was unloading all that stress on you.

Ting’s riding became more powerful as her ass smacking your lap increasingly became louder and so did her moans.

You tried you best to stop her moans and riding from getting to loud but there was no stopping Ting when she’s about to reach her climax.

To sort of neutralize the noise, you started making out with her, trying your best to mute out the loud moans coming from her.

“Mmm~, Fuck! Y/n! Im about to fucking cum! ah!”

And with one last, powerful, thrust, Both of you simultaneously orgasmed.

You spewed loads of your cum inside of her, Overfilling her, causing dome of your liquids to spill out of her vagina.

All you could do was stare at her and admire her body,

“One more round?”

[81folklore]

happiness - CL16

pairing: charles leclerc x ex!reader (fc: sabrina carpenter + pintrest) part 2

summary: releasing a song about your ex might finally stop the rumors surrounding your breakup (or: you release happiness about your ex charles leclerc)

authors note: this is my first ever post (and social media au) so please bear with me as im still figuring this all out!!) i dont use proper grammer and may mispell things!! the song ‘happiness’ by taylor is one of my faves so i had to use it, i am interpreting the song in a very specific way to fit the story! i do not own ‘happiness’ nor any song mentioned in this fic. it ended up longer than expected im so sorry😅

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its times like these wish i had a time machine,, i will miss you guys SO MUCH!! buuuut we are going international for the first time and i cannot wait to share my music with all you beautiful people🌟

see you soon paris & link for tickets in bio💌

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user5 cannot wait to see you in paris!!

user7 this tour has been one of the best things to ever happen to me, cant wait to scream nonsense at you once again🫶

user10 genuinely cant stand her after what she put charles through

user9 what are you talking about? their breakup was mutual

user10 seems like she doesnt care which means it clearly hasnt affected her

henrymoodie so excited to be opening for you in europe!

yourusername youre in for a treat tour mate🫣

user2 sigh i miss her and landos interactions

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definitely not the result we were hoping for but thank you for making my home race as special as always, onto the next one!

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user10 you tried your best which is all we ask

user3 i missed yn this week, home race didnt feel the same😔

user1 i thought it felt different, he seemed very distracted this weekend

user13 at least you finished the race (im coping badly)

user4 we love you charles keep pushing❤️🤍FORZA FERRARI

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how am i supposed to leave you now that you’re already over..

paris you were so so lovely what did i do to deserve you guys :’) next stop brussels💌

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user89 talented, brilliant, incredible, show stopping, spectacular, wonderful, amazing!!

user52 forever missing you💌

user71 ok but yn why were you teasing a new song at the show…

yourusername shhhh

landonorris super proud of you

yourusername thank youuu landooo

user2 my prayers have been answered woooo

user46 i feel like i missed something, are lando and yn friends?

user5 yeah! lando was how yn met charles and theyve been friends for a few years now

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yn on a new song she plans to release soon tonight at brussels ‘ive been writing a song for a while that really just helps explain the way ive been feeling these past few months, it was very therapeutic to write and ive really enjoyed the process!’ and when asked what the song was about she said ‘its about someone who will always mean alot to me, they know who they are and thats enough for me!’

she seemed very happy to be able to talk about it so expect more updates about that soon! next stop cologne, grab your tickets from the link in our bio💌

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user5 i cannot wait for new music

user16 what if she performs it on tour huh? what then? WHAT THEN??

user15 it’s definitely about charles, she had that same smile she wore when talking about him previously☹️

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i cant make it go away by making you a villain, i guess its the price i paid for seven years in heaven…

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user5 these have to be song lyrics right??

user7 sounds like it might be about charles🤨

user10 not more music about charles, at least he gets free promo from them..

arthur_leclerc we miss you

yourusername i miss you guys too!! come to a show soon?

[ressonancee]

WHEN THE HEAT WAVE COMES

✦ LEE JIHOON/WOOZI - f!reader

✦ genre: Friends to lovers, Smut (minors don't interact)

✦ word count: 7.635

Also a big thank you to nia and eclavayne for giving this a look and soothing my insecurities about how Woozi was written in this.

Jihoon is a guy who likes to have answers.  

Someone asked him about music? Sure thing. On line 3 the rhyme is off. At bar 1.45 the beat needs to be more pronounced. Maybe in this song particularly, the music engineer can raise a bit of the vocal. Here at this moment you can change your tone and deliver the line faster.

Someone asked him about lifting weights? Of course, you just need to plant your feet more. You need to engage this muscle, not this one like you are doing. You count to three and lift one more time till the point of giving up. 

Someone asked him about life plans, and he had the answers. Someone asked him about finances and he had the answer - maybe because Mingyu gave him the number of the company for future investments, but still he knew! And even when the fields he was lacking, like communication and feelings he did his best, he used his others skills to make it through, like writing a song to his members when he didn't know how to say the right words. 

But if someone asked him how he ended up in this situation, he wouldn't know really. 

He knew how you two met - Minghao shocked everyone when he showed up with you to a Sunday lunch on Cheol's new apartment and everyone was silent and the first thing who actually interacted with you was Kkuma. 

He knew the moment when you two first hang out alone - after a few weeks of Minghao totally denying you were his girlfriend and saying you actually could cry because that one exposition at that one museum was closing up and Minghao was too sick to go with you, so Jihoon just got dressed and said he could go with you, which he knew it would make Minghao think about it, or even act a little bit surprised due to Woozi's habits of actively not going out of the house or his studio. 

He knew the first time he saw you cry - the very same day, looking at a painting, Woozi didn't quite understand it, it was beautiful - sure, but it didn't quite make him feel like weeping. He knew a lot of other things. Your favorite food? He had the answer to that - lemon pie, which made Woozi think that you were kinda of psycho. 

Your favorite time of the year? Summer oh how you loved summer and the hot sun - which again, kinda crazy if you asked him about it. What did you dread the most? Birthdays, not everyone's but yours, so when it hit up midnight and everyone sent you a happy birthday message and you didn’t reply it was okay, you could be sleeping. But when it hit 10 am and you showed no trace of life Woozi felt like he was going throw up, but he kept to himself, when it hit 2 o'clock in the afternoon and everyone was worried he felt a relief at least he was not going crazy alone. 

When it was six pm and Woozi was already packing his things up because he was just passing around his studio and mind resolute that he should go to the police he was actually aware that something in his mind didn't feel quite right. But then you showed up in his company hall with tear-stained face saying that you actually left your phone at home and didn't have how to hit him up and the security guy didn't let you in, he felt like he was actually going insane. So he just took you home, to your home, because you said you didn't want to be with anybody else but you said he could give Minghao a heads up because the boy was also worried. "Why?" you had asked "You guys are silly." you said with a little laugh that made Woozi's head spin full force, silly? He was worried crazy, almost filling a missing person report that he may googled about how he needed to wait 48 hours to do it and you called him silly?

So after that, he knew something was wrong with him. 

But if someone asked when his feelings changed, he wouldn't know the answer. If someone asked him why he didn't do something about it he wouldn't know the answer - and oh god how mingyu pressed him on that, and weirdly enough minghao too.

He told himself he was better off being your friend, the idol life being crazy enough - often, you two had late-night talks, and every time you said how the idol life was not something you would enjoy. Actually, you’d said you would probably drive you clinically crazy.

But lately, he was feeling like a damn high schooler, hormone-driven boy with a crush. Which made he feel completely pathetic. But he guess he could blame the summer. Or he could blame himself, he knew it was a bad idea getting out of the house on a Sunday afternoon, but what you asked that he didn't do?

So here he was, laying on your couch, watching the new episode of God knows what because he is really much not watching because your legs are spread out on the floor while you are painting something - really Woozi wouldn't even know what that was if you were dressed head to toe. But nope, you were wearing the tiniest jeans short paired with the silliest little blouse. And god, he did hate the summer, he hated how the hot time made his skin feel, and he hated how just going out was even more of a hassle when his clothes were clinging to him, but if someone asked right now he had a different answer, right now he loved the summer.

Fuck, he loved how your skin was out all the time or how you put your hair up more and your neck was always out for his view.

"Literally Mackenzie is crazy." You said getting his attention. Oh right, it was the newsroom you have been binge-watching. 

"hmm." He hummed.

"jihoon." You scolded him. "I told you I could rewatch the first eps with you, now you are just not paying attention because you have the excuse of not understanding the plotline."

"it's okay." He said, spreading his body on the sofa and hearing his back crack. And there you were eyes big and glued to him. "What?"

"Nothing." You said but Jihoon knew it was not nothing, not when you didn't blink your eyes and just stared at him like something was clearly not right.

"Just tell me." Woozi said getting up.

"I just-" You start and storm off, making Jihoon follow you around your apartment until you find your phone. 

"What is happening?" He asked, getting a little frustrated of your lack of answer.

"I'm on my fertile period." You answer and Jihoon can actually feels his head spin.

"Your what?"

"My fertile period, you know, horny jail time of the month." You say giving up and laying on your bed.

"I know what a fertile period is." Jihoon answered, he may be feeling like a high schooler, but he isn't actually one. He deep breaths trying to regain his consciousness because everything is just so weird right now he can't quite grasp everything that is happening when your boobs almost pour out of the shirt and he is thinking about how pretty they are and how soft they look and how he wants to grab at it, leaving his palm imprint on them or maybe kiss them until he has marked every tiny part of it - "I just don't know why you are bringing it up."

"You-" You don't quite finish, hiding behind your hands, and Woozi thinks everything is out of place, he has a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach - yeah he was having an internal fight with his dick because since he arrived he was almost spotting a semi hard on, thank gods he chose jeans today, but something was out of place and he can't quite pinpoint it.

"I?" He sits on the bed by your side, hands automatically going to your knee.

"You got bigger." You say voice small and Jihoon has to bend his body a little bit to hear it.

"Yeah, I'm lifting a few more pounds. I told you my pt is kicking my ass." And is not a question, but it sounds like one because for the first time, Woozi doesn't understand you. And that is weird because your friendship was built on the fact that you were one of the few person that Woozi actually felt it was easy to be around.

"You are almost rippin' your shirt." Your answer and Jihoon looked at himself, sure it is a thight shirt, he had it for a few years, he thought. His face tho must still be the same because when he looks at you, mind still looking for the last piece of the puzzle you answer. "You’re hot, okay?" You say abruptly, turning on the bed and hiding your face on a pillow.

"What is going on?" Jihoon says, which he regrets because it was not a question to you. It was a question to himself, but apparently, when your ass in your tiny short was in his point of view, he lost his mind-mouth filter.

"what is going on?" You retort. Changing your position again and looking at the ceiling. "what is going on is that I haven't gotten laid in like four months and I'm just going crazy enough that when my hot guy friend is over on my sofa my mind just goes straight to the gutter, in like five seconds I thought about kissing you, sucking you off, riding you, and I may be going crazy and straight to hell because your long hair makes me think about me sitting on your face 24/7." You saying without taking a breath. "that's jihoon is what is going on, really." You let out a small scream.

"What?" Jihoon answers because is the only thing he can think really, if before he was looking for only one piece of the puzzle now it seems like someone just tossed the whole picture of the table and he has to pick everything up.

"I'm not going to repeat myself, confessing that I kinda of have a crush on you is embarrassing enough" 

"What?" Jihoon almost shouts and his brain feels like it is on fire short circuiting, and he is not ok, he doesn't feel okay, he feels like he is having an out-of-body experience. 

"I know you don't feel the same way, don't worry." You say covering your face with your arms crossed like you can't even look at him, voice small that he can barely hear you. "mingyu and minghao told me that every time they bring me up, you go into your 'are you crazy mode'. I just-" You sit up on the bed and look at Jihoon. "I don't really expect anything from you, like..." you breathe loudly. "I just have been thinking, you know? Like I know you are my friend and that right now I may be ruining everything and making you uncomfortable, and maybe you never want to hang out with me after this shit show, but -" You pause again. "I just, I really need to be honest about my feelings, with myself, and with you, and I understand that you don't like me the same way I know that is just that -" 

And you get almost whiplash when your rant is cut short because Jihoon's lips are against yours and his hand is holding your head almost as softly as his lips and the feeling of being treasured almost breaks your heart in tiny little pieces. And Jihoon feels like he lost his damn mind, he doesn't quite know if he is on cloud nine or paradise if he needs to shout in the window so everyone can hear how happy he is, or if he needs to just get up and buy you a ring and ask you hands in marriage before you change your mind. But he just kisses you, because it was easier, it was the less weird option, and because kissing you has living in the back of his mind for quite some time. 

"what?" It was your time to ask.

"It doesn't make sense," Jihoon says, tugging his hair behind his ear, making you wish you were the one doing that silly little act. Again, he feels like he is so dedicated to his life in every aspect of it, and somehow all the pieces and all the answers just fall short, making him feel tongue-tied.

"What doesn't make sense?" and you are so out of your mind because of the kiss that you don't feel strong enough to act offended that he is answering your feelings like that. 

"that you have a crush on me." Jihoon almost laughs because if he was being honest, his answer would be that everything doesn't make sense. The hottest girl he ever met just said that she thinks about sitting on his face that doesn't make sense - check. You also said something about riding him, which makes him almost drop dead just remembering that words actually left your mouth, that too doesn't make sense to him - check.

"yeah, no shit jihoon is not that I have the ability to choose whom I fall in love with." Oh fuck, now things are just pilling up at his list and he feels like he is having a stroke or something, he can actually feel his blood on his head.

"love?" he asks 

"oh shit." You say, big eyes, surprised face, rose-colored checks.

"love?" Jihoon laughs, and oh god, how you love that sound. You were pathetic, really. 

"Yeah, but like I said I'm not saying it twice." And fuck, Jihoon actually looks at you. Hands on your lap, face down, and Jihoon thinks that is not always that you behave like you are ashamed. And something in Jihoon's mind clicks loudly. Maybe that is hard for you, so fucking hard, and Jihoon is just so shocked that he didn't actually thought about it. So he picks himself and put his mind into place.

"Do you remember that time when you just vanished out of the face of the earth on your birthday?" Jihoon asks, taking you out of a mental loop of being ashamed because you just confessed your feelings to your friend. You breathe deeply, remembering the exact day and how Woozi lay in this same bed with you, arms around you and stroking your hair so softly. You remember how his heartbeat soothed you and how he heard you every story of the book 'Why I hate my birthday updated version'.

"Yeah." You answered voice small, which makes Jihoon smile. "you said you were going to the police".

"yeah, I was." Jihoon takes one of your hands and grabs it, bringing it to his lap, making you change positions a bit and making you sit closer to him. "what I am trying to say is that-" he stops and gently caresses your hand. "I am not good at this fuck- what I am trying to say is that since that was the day that I knew that I was in love with you."

"what? That was ages ago." You ask almost like a whisper which makes Jihoon thinks is more a thought than an actual question.

"yeah I guess I feel first" He shrugs, and he probably feels harder, because god how he loved you. Know after saying that to you he kinda feels lighter, like a weight just fell off his back.

"that is crazy," You say, eyes traveling from your hand enveloping by his to Jihoon's face.

"I know." Jihoon gives you a faint smile, somehow he feels a little ashamed, a little guilty that he never really got the courage to tell you before.

"I mean we could be dating for like years now." You say again so faintly and scooting ever close to Jihoon. And you turn your body to him, one of your legs going behind him and he can actually feel your thigh pressed against his back, while the other one is almost on his lap.

"I know" He repeats because he doesn't have an answer and because you feel so close and you feel so hot against him, and if he goes to his highschooler-hormone-controlled mind he can actually look at your cleavage. And oh fuck, he is about to get hard.

"oh my God, we lost so many valentines day together." You say and Jihoon almost laughs because you look so damn cute with that pout on your lips.

"Yeah, we did," Jihoon says, feeling a little relieved that you both just go to the next page of your relationship together, feeling like you two are dating without even having to talk about it or ask you to be his girlfriend, but he makes a note on his head to actually take you on a date.

"And we could go totally together for that trip in Bali if we were dating back then I would make you go with me" You trail off like you always do, and even if Jihoon finds it so endearing he has other thoughts in mind and fuck Bali was not even on his top 10 right now.

"Baby?" jihoon says, catching your attention and making you feel whiplashed again. You could feel physically the pull in your neck. "Can I kiss you? We can totally make vacations plan and staycations plan, but I feel like if I don't kiss you right now, I might die." And oh fuck, seeing Jihoon ask so fucking prettily makes you almost go insane when you look at his pretty mouth, and his lips are chapped even though you gave him one of your lip balm but he never uses it.

But right now, you can't find the strength in yourself to complain to jihoon about how he doesn't take care of his lips. You throw yourself at him, arms going to his neck, fingers going through his hair.

Jihoon thinks that he has a lot of things to write down on his 'don't make sense list'; the way that your lips feel against his - so full and soft; the way that you let out a noise almost like a moan when his tongue enters your mouth; the way that your tongue feels against his or how he can feel your taste just with a kiss. A lot of things don't make sense. But Jihoon stops caring about them when he can feel you pressed against his, boobs pressed against his chest, his hand splayed on your thigh, his other arm going around your waist and trying to bring you closer to him. 

"Let me just -" You trail off, making Jihoon chase you, but he gives up really quickly when he realizes he can actually kiss your neck. He gives you an open-mouthed kiss on your jaw, tongue grazing on your skin, and then he turns into your neck. "I just-" you start again but is cut off by Jihoon teeth against your skin. He doesn't bite you, but deep down, you think he could sink his teeth, and you wouldn't care, really. Not when your fingers are in his black hair, not when you change positions and put your leg around him, caging him between your thighs. Jihoon gets out of the crane of your neck and looks at you, lips pink traces of your lip balm, and already looking a little bit puff. His arms go around your waist, holding you against his body.

"Hi" You say, looking at him because of the position, fingers tucking his hair behind his ears, and your inside twist a bit, butterfly on your stomach dancing with the simple action. 

"HI." Jihoon answers and gives your boob a peck, right at where your skin and the material of your blouse met. It was just right there, so close, right in his point of view and he couldn't get a hold of himself really, it was the first time that he could actually look at you without getting afraid of getting caught. "God-" He says, almost laughing. "Can I confess something?" Jihoon starts.

He kisses your shoulder, one of his hands leaving your back just so he can bring your blouse down. And Jihoon mind just go haywire really, in a way he feels so free that adds to the things that don't make sense.

The feeling of your body against him, the little hums you let out with every action that he does, how his fingers are gripping the flesh in your hips, the fact that your bobs are right there, or the feel of your thigh against his body just makes him go crazy. 

"Like-" Jihoon says, rubbing his face on your cleavage. "Fuck-" He tries again, but the way that your boobs are around his checks, skin so soft, finally bringing down the rest of your sleeve and tracing with his fingertips your cleavage. "I don't want to sound weird, but -" He deposits a faint kiss on you "God how I love your boobs." He says without lips leaving your skin, breath hot against it.

"is not weird." You say. Hands, not leaving his hair, running fingers through it, tugging slightly just to see Jihoon looking at your face not moving. And it is not that weird because god how you feel good hearing it.

"Every time you use that flimsy little blouse I just can't think straight because Im trying my best to not to get fucking hard because of your boobs," He says and sucks the skin, admiring the red blob on your skin.

"Can I?" Jihoon asks tugging slightly at your other sleeve. And he feels anxious for the first time, seeing you like that; disheveled on his lap, shirt almost giving up and showing you bare to him. He can see your nipples poke the flimsy material.

"Yeah," you say, nodding your voice already sounding so gone that you can feel Jihoon's other hand on your hips tighten. Bringing you back to earth, grounding you and securing you in place.

"Fuck you are so beautiful," Jihoon says while he brings down your blouse so damn slowly. Jihoon watches your boobs come to view, and he just gives up on trying to be calm and collected. He splayed both hands on your back to hold you and the shirt scrambled up on your waist and just bring his head in the valley of your breast, breathing hot against your skin. "I jerked off so many times this past couple of days because of you," Jihoon says, and he can feel the blood on his cheeks. He gives your sternum a kiss. "you are always wearing those silly shirts and it's so obvious that you are not wearing a bra." He says, looking at you and feeling literally crazy. Somehow it didn't make sense to him there you were right there, on his lap, boobs out and securing you in place.

"last time I was over? That white shirt?" He looks at you and you almost melt, his voice sounds so deep, and the way he is talking to you makes you twist a little because somehow it just feels different. "it was almost see-through" he says running his fingertip on your skin, making your chest feel oh so thigh. "I could see through it without even trying, and I just wanted to lick you," he says finger dancing still but his touch felt so feather-like that you were certainly going crazy and feeling things. "it almost felt like you were making me lose my mind, making fun of me," he says head against your chest again, looking concentrated watching his own fingers.

"i-" You start swallowing nothing. "I really picked that shirt for you i-" And your brain goes haywire a little. One thing was to confess how you felt but it was an entirely other thing to confess how you were picking every outfit thinking of him trying to make him twitch and look at you the way you have been looking at him. Tell him the efforts you've been doing, the little skirts you brought because you knew he liked in other girls, or wearing the most inappropriate clothing possible just excusing yourself by saying it was in your stay-home-alone pile, even though you were the one asking woozi over and that meant you were very much not alone. "I knew you could see, I wore it for you" you say voice small feeling the urge to hide again.

"fuck-" Jihoon mind freezes, and he asks himself what the fuck is going on. He is sure that his horny-induced brain is conjuring this image up because this is straight out of his spank bank. His hand travels and stops when it arrives in your ribcage, his thumb just below your boobs. "Have you been behaving like this? putting your beautiful tits out for me, sweetheart?" he says in a condescending tone, and you need to secure yourself on his shoulders because you feel like falling.

"yeah i-" You breathe deeply, and he can feel it against his hand. "I only use them with you, or at home or in your studio."

"fuck baby," Jihoon says finally giving up and holding your boobs on both of his hands, and he can feel your nipples hard against his palm. "You have been showing off just for me?"He says, and you just nod because your head is not even right here right now. You feel like you can't even say something because you feel so tongue-tied. "don’t worry I will reward you today"

Jihoon says and kisses your chest so tenderly, and something about the way that he seems so different from your usual Jihoon-friend-experience makes your head spin. The way you never heard his voice says things like that, the way that he is so full of contrast - hands hards against your ribcage, gripping and lips so sweet at your skin, tongue tracing till he found your nipple, and god when you look at him he looks so fucking starved it makes you break again, and you just let him lap at it, lick it, suck it like and act like nothing is enough for him.

And he acts like that because it is not enough for him, really. The way that you feel against him is not enough, the way that you feel against your tongue or the way that he can feel you twist in his arms. Is not enough the little whimper that he can hear you make it, and is not enough the way he can feel you hovering on his lap, and is not enough how he can feel his dick hard on his pants, and the way that everything feels so hot and his clothes are clinging to his skin. 

“can you-” you ask between breaths making Jihoon leave your boobs with a pop. 

“what?” Jihoon asks, eyes hooded, pupils blown out, panting. You cup his face, head leaning, while one of your hand caress your cheeks the other one grab his shirt.

“can you take this damn shirt off?” You say hands traveling to his neck in search of any amount of skin possible, feeling the need to have his skin against yours, feeling the need to touch him, to feel his firm body that he has been building in the gym. Damn fucking gym really, every time you asked him to a cafe or museum he was going to hit the gym and every time you set him a picture of a cute little coffee shop he would reply with a selfie drenched in sweat, hair fucked up, and face pink like he was now.

"sure baby." he says grabbing the back of his shirt and taking it off, while you finally feel free enough, without his strong arms against you to fully sit on his lap. The action makes Jihoon groans and god you feel already addicted to it, feeling the need to make him feel good. But fuck, you get a little distracted and to be honest a little crazy because Jihoon is just right there, hair messy and all pretty, and it is so unfair and it quite don't feel real. 

"god you are so hot," you say and you know that you sound so dumb because woozi just let out a little laugh, but he is right there, pecs out, strong arms, and nice shoulders paired with his abs and he looks so strong and so firm, and you are not the strongest soldier so you just start touching him. Hands grabbing his muscles, fingertips traveling across his collarbones, touching his chest making him quiver when your fingers just brush against his nipple, hands grazing against his abs. you let your head fall, doing the first thing that comes to mind; kiss his collarbone, thinking about how good he would look if you leave marks there but you won't do it because you don't quite know the boundaries, you don't know if he likes it and you don't know his agenda for the next days, so you jump to the next thought, take off his damn jeans, hands tugging at it. "fuck i really want to ride you just like this" you say moving your hips just a little, really, a barely there move, but god the way he reacts to everything makes you feel tight all over, make you feel wetter and make you feel impatient.

"yeah?" Jihoon says and you love how he just accepts every touch you give him, without rushing you up, just letting you explore his body while his hand just leaves imprints on your thighs. 

"Mm hm, wanna ride you and keep looking at you." You answer and Jihoon feels like he has never been closer to death before. The way that you say those things sound so resolute like you don't even have a doubt in your brain and that feels Jihoon feels so fucking wanted that he doesn't quite know how to react. Because everything is happening so fucking fast, the way you say those things acting like is not a big deal and Jihoon is not about to just cum on his pants like a teenager. Or how you place your open mouth against his skin, moaning in a low voice while you keep, your hips rolling against his.

"you can do whatever you want with me" Jihoon finally says getting out of his head and sensations. One hand going behind your neck finger spread around it and the other one going to your hips, guiding you, setting a pace, and intensity. "i know will you take me so fucking well" And Jihoon thinks he can crash and burn because everything seems so amplified he might be going crazy. 

"why didn't a wear a skirt and you those stupid adidas track thing" You say regretting everything really, the fact that you would have to get out of Jihoon's lap seemed like a tragedy, so you just hugs him, chest against chest, arms against his strong shoulders, Jihoon's hand traveling in your back, you hide your face on his neck, rubbing your face on it and god he smells so good.

"needed to hide the fact that i was getting a boner just looking at your legs baby" Jihoon says sincerely, the last time he didn't actually plan he just had to say he was staying over your sofa - you said nonsense go to the bed which was far worse and he just lied about how he needed to record this thing that popped up on his head before sleeping, again a lie because he mind was empty and the only thing he was thinking about was the fact that you quite didn't button your pajamas all the way. And Jihoon feels quite dumb, saying it all to you, just letting you in every part of his brain, let you know how he wants you. But every time he says something like that your body jumps and you melt on his lap, and somehow the way you touch him makes him feel that you want him just as much so he keeps going. 

"fuck now you can get a boner all the time, just go around the house showing your hard on" You say hand squeezing his dick and giving Jihoon a kiss, and it is messy but Jihoon couldn't care less really because your hand continues to grab his dick, going through his length, trying to map it even tho his jeans are thick but fuck Jihoon feels everything. But you finally get out of his lap, hands going to your own shorts, and Jihoon's makes a second mind note, first one - date - nice place, maybe fancy, a restaurant with a nice wine. Second one - next time - take his time to look at you, to really look at you, to just admire you naked and pretty and kiss every part of your body because fuck you look so beautiful right now, boobs out and heavy and Jihoon can see faint traces of his saliva on your body, a trace of him on you, and that just makes him go crazy conjuring up thoughts about make you his.

Jihoon helps you, while you open the buttons and the zip he is already pushing your shorts down because really he wants to go slow, and he wants to treasure it, but he knows this is not happening today. When your short pools around your feet you wish he just toke off your underwear with it because it is not lingerie and is just a simple everyday panty but he has other plans. Jihoon kisses your mound and grabs your ass.

"fuck you are so pretty," He says and he is already playing with the hems of the panty, tongue tracing it. Hands on your ass, holding your body against him. And you can feel your legs wobble, and you can feel the way your panties cling against your skin because they are already damp. And you just feel so empty and so cold without his body against yours, it's unfair really.

"just-" you say tugging his hair trying to get his attention. 

"its my turn," Jihoon says still playing with your pants. "you had yours right? just let me play with you a little bit you can be patient" He says looking at you and finally taking your underwear off. And Jihoon feels curious, he wants to know how you are going to react, how you like it, what makes you feel good, and what makes you cum.

"You are pretty all over," He says. "prettiest pussy I've seen" And Jihoon lets his curiosity win so he just bends himself and kisses your pussy, licks at it, tries to discover what you like and how you taste, tongue going between your folders grazing at your clit.

"baby please" You say feeling a little impatient, tugging at his hair, grabbing at his shoulder. 

"okay, but you really need to let me eat you out after this." Jihoon says mind resolute, licking his lip. He can wait because one; the option of you sitting on his dick is not even close to bad, two; he has been daydreaming and dreaming about eating you out, he waited for so long that he can wait just a little bit more.

"yeah you can do that later don't worry" you say kissing him on the lips, feeling the faint trace of yourself on his tongue. And you grab his jeans tugging at it. "can you take this damn thing off." And Jihoon laughs getting up so close to you and opening up his pants, and just he looks so good you stare without shame, kiss his chest, and tongue lapping at his nipple. And you feel Jihoon's hand at the nape of your neck, so you use the last of your brain to help him pull his underwear with him. 

Jihoon's cock springs free, and fuck you can quite understand him when you feel the urge to put your mouth on him too, the urge to call him pretty too, because he is, dick more on the girthier's side, leaking precum. Jihoon's seat on your bed, legs spread and arms open calling you.

You hover on his lap and you do the only thing that comes to your mind, you lick and spit your own hand and grab Jihoon's dick, feeling it against your hands heavy and hot. And Jihoon thinks it would be rude to not do the same, so he just put his hand against you too, fingertip exploring your folds, just barely tracing your hole and going back to your clit.

"baby i-" You start, feeling a little stupid because Jihoon is holding your thigh, mouthing at your neck, his hands playing with your clit and he dick hard against your hand. "I really need you inside me"

"yeah want me to let you ride it?" Jihoon asks mouth still in your neck, hand still playing with your pussy and the other one grabbing your boobs, pinching your nipple. And you almost lost it.

"did you bring a condom?" you ask him, using the last part of your brain to be a responsible adult.

"no?" Jihoon says freezing. "Wasnt thinking about fucking you" he says. And God yeah, Jihoon didn't ever imagine that he was about to get so fucking lucky today. Pretty girl naked on his lap, pussy wet against his fingers, tiny hand wrapping him, and his hips buckle a bit.

"we are so fucked" You say and you can quite understand how this feels the worst experience of your life because it feels so good. Jihoon's cock against your fold, his cockhead bumping against your clitoris, his strong hands holding your hips so thigh that "i just, I really want to feel you stretching me out" you can feel yourself almost cry.

"don't say things like that, I'm feeling like I'm going insane already," Jihoon says, feeling like everything is arms reach but he can't quite take it. And he feels insane, he feels dumb and fucked up in the head. "just-"  He starts, and he wants to do so many things at the same time, so he does what he can, hands going to your ass and squeezing, Mouth going to your tits. "please baby?" He asks, looking at you. "i can pull out, or I can-" He doesn’t really know what he can, he doesn't really know what he wants to do either. His mind is a mess and he is so close to losing it, he can feel him almost tripping "fuck baby i really want to feel you."

"just for a little bit?" You ask and Jihoon almost feels faint when you guide his dick to your entrance and the only thing you need to do is take, is to sit on his cock, and he can buckle up, or he can guide you down he knows he is strong enough for it. But he wants to you to give to him, he doesn't want to take it even tho it would be easier.

"i-" Jihoon breaths. "we don't need to- " He thinks, he wants to, but he doesn't need to if you are not comfortable with him fucking you raw, but god just the thought of it makes Woozi just bust against your daint fingers. "we can stay like this"

"no gosh" he hears you say, and you just do the craziest thing ever, you guide his dick to your pussy, making Jihoon's hand move, so he grabs your hips, and you just hold his dick against your pussy, moving his tip against your folds, the head of his dick going against your clits, and you just start moving your hips. "I mean fuck I think I might cry if you don't let me sit on your cock"

"oh fuck-" you say squeezing his strong arms and trying to anchor you. You continue to chase after it, but is not quite enough.

"I don't need much I swear I'm so close to cumming already," Jihoon begs because he is not above it, and you almost drool, because everything feels so fucking so surreal, because he is there - hair fucked up, lips pink and swollen against your skin, hands gripping you like you are about to vanish and he is trying so hard not to just let you slip out of his fingers.

"what if-" You hiccup. "what if you cum inside" you say already sinking on Jihoon's dick feeling him stretching you out. Feeling him fill you up, making you feel dizzy.

"fuck baby thats feel so good, god-" Jihoon feels his mind spin. "look it at the way you take my dick, fuck, pussy so pretty around me." Jihoon just keep babbling and he could tell he doesn’t know why, but he does - because everytime he says something you react in a way, a moan, a whimper, a buckle of your hips against him, or the way your pussy him thighten. "god you feel so thigh"

"can you-" You say and Jihoon comes to the conclusion that he never heard you sound like that, almost losing it, fucked up with every step a moan because you are bouncing on his dick, pretty around him, boobs jiggleing every minute of it,

"what baby?" he asks it, grabbing one of your bobs and the other one goes to your ass. 

"can you touch me" you ask - hips continuing to chase your orgasm, going a little bit harder, a little bit faster, moving your hips against him. And every time you change the way that your hips go against him trying to find a better angle JIhoon feels like his sanity is slipping through his fingers. He is so close, so fucking close, and is not like he can not reach it, he can - he just doesn't want to, he is holding himself back enough because he wants to see you cumming on his dick first. 

"i am touching you." Jihoon says holding you even harder. You take his hand that is on your boob and puts it where you want. 

"please." you beg, holding his hand against your pussy and that being almost enough to you just cum. 

"how can a pussy take my dick so well hun?" Jihoon marvels at it. The way that you look on his lap is out of this world. One hand on his knee, holding yourself up, other hand holding his against your pussy, hair disvelleshed and head leaning backwards. And Jihoon thinks he cant hold himself anymore, he is so close he can almost feel the taste in his mouth, but Jihoon is a nice guy, so even when he is almost cumming in you he is strong enough to take his dick off you, almost crying.

"just put it back in" you say body twitching above him, Jihoon’s hand thigh and strong against his dick and he wants to put back in but- 

"baby im gonna cum" Jihoon says and god he sounds so weak, almost giving up and just shoving his dick in you again just to feel how well you take him hot, wet, thigh all over.

"just, fuck" you say when your hips chase him. You put yourself up, arms around Jihoon’s head, pressing him against your chest and again - Jihoon is almost cumming against his hands "don't worry about it ok? we can buy plan b or something, just" You say moving around until you can feel his dick against you "I just really need to cum." you beg, and who is Jihoon to say no to you?

"okay, yeah, okay" Jihoon says breathing against your breath so he just guides his dick to your entrance and laps at your nipples, sucking it, when he can feel you descending on his cock, taking him again, and this time you don't go slow you just pick your pace taking Jihoon’s hand again and guiding to your pussy. And fuck everytime his fingers flick against your clitoris you moan so prettily, or every time he helps you guiding his hips up. 

And Jihoon can't take anymore, pretty girl moaning on his lap, tits barely in his mouth because there he is cumming on your warm pussy mouth open against it. And he can feel the way you just go with him when he burst, pussy and body thigh against him, curling your body in his direction and twisting every time he moves his fingers in your pussy because he is cumming but his girls deserve the best treatment so he keeps going - until you take off his hand.

For a few seconds or minutes, Jihoon dont know you two stay like that, bodies connected in a warm embrace until you can feel your body again and get his dick out without actually getting of his lap.

"fuck, look at the mess we made" he says scooping his cum and your juices and fucking it back inside you, because that the only thing he can think off and you twist a little because you are so damn sensitive.

"are we insane?" you ask spent enough.

"just a little." Jihoon’s answer, grabbing your face and giving you a sweet kiss. "I'm so asking for a delivery of plan b and a box of condoms"

[unreliablesnake]

Animals (Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader)

Summary: Ghost hates you. But he's also slightly obsessed with you. This duality leads to an encounter that satisfies his needs, but only releases the beast inside.

Note: Based on this poll and Maroon 5's song Animals. I hope you'll like this. Tell me what you think.

Part 2

Warnings: toxic!Ghost, afab!reader, p in v, oral sex (m receiving), deepthroat, unprotected sex, etc. MINORS DNI!!!

You ending up in the 141 was a punishment. Well, at least it felt like it. Every time you moved, you felt Ghost's darkened eyes following you suspiciously, making sure you didn't do anything stupid, anything that could compromise the task force.

You had worked together in the past, before this team was even assembled, and you went against his order on that mission. He was fucking pissed, refusing to talk to you because otherwise he would have yelled at you without stopping. He didn't tell you why exactly he was mad, after all the mission was a success despite your disobedience.

And now he held a grudge, making you uncomfortable with the heavy silence whenever you were left alone somewhere. You tried to avoid him, desperately clinging to the other members of the team to be saved, but somehow he always found a way to make you feel like shit.

"Behave out there," he once barked as he looked over at you gearing up before leaving the base.

That was all he said. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Price give him a disapproving look, but that didn't seem to bother him. He just returned his attention to his vest, checking if everything was in place. Soap asked him why he was so mad, but Ghost ignored him.

Under the quiet surface the lieutenant was fuming from anger, feeling desperate now that he had to babysit you on the field. He had tried to convince Price to let you work with him and Gaz, hoping this way he would have to spend as little time with you as it was absolutely necessary. But it didn't work and he was stuck with you.

You were annoying, and reckless, and disobedient, but god damn it, you were so hard to resist. A deeply hidden part of his brain was craving you, flashing images of you being naked in his bed, whimpering pathetically as he fucked you.

It was excruciating, having these opposite feelings for you. One half hated you and would have given everything to be able to cut you out of his life entirely, while his other half wanted to own every inch of you.

When the mission was over, things returned to normal. You went home, relieved to be able to spend some time away from his judging eyes. You went to a beauty salon to have your hair done, you did some grocery shopping, and once you got back to your apartment, you cooked yourself a delicious meal.

It was such a nice change, just sitting at the dining table with the plate in front of you, a glass of wine waiting for you to drink it, and your favorite playlist playing in the background. Nights like this you considered quitting, giving up your current lifestyle to have a relatively normal life. Maybe you could finally have a stable relationship, something more meaningful than a string of one-night stands.

Later you poured yourself another glass of wine and went to the living room, getting lost in the rhythm of the music your body swayed to without thinking. You were having fun on your own, for the first time in months feeling good in your skin. No evil glares, no rude comments. Only the safety of your home.

What you couldn't know was that you weren't completely alone. From down the street, Ghost was watching you, his phone's camera focusing on you before snapping some photos. Photos he would store on a safe drive at home, hidden in secret folders along with the hundreds if not thousands of pictures he had taken of you in secret.

He wondered if you knew everyone could see you in nothing but your lingerie, a piece of clothing that wrapped around your skin so perfectly that the sight made his mouth water under the mask.

Ghost was the predator and you were his prey, the innocent little animal having no idea that a beast like him was stalking her. If you knew, you would probably run and hide, but he would find you, after all he could smell your scent from miles.

When you turned off the lights and probably went to bed finally, he went home as well and spent the rest of the night lying awake in bed, thinking about you with his hand tightly wrapped around his cock, pumping slowly as he imagined finally having you the way he wanted.

The next day he was in front of your apartment again, knowing perfectly well you had only gone to a bakery across the street to get something for breakfast. While on a mission about a year ago, around the same time his twisted obsession with you had begun, he stole your phone and installed a software to keep track of your whereabouts.

He hated himself for feeling this way about you, he despised this primal need to have you pinned under his body. It was all so vulgar, so obscene that he tried not to think about it when he was on a mission. But when he was home? Then he would let his needs loose, which usually ended up with him following you around.

Today was shopping day. You went to buy some clothes apparently, and while he waited for you outside the stores, Ghost couldn't help but imagine the way you undressed in the fitting room. He wished he could see you strip for him, slowly getting rid of your clothes, taking them off one by one before throwing them into a corner.

You met a friend for lunch, the two of you chatting casually about their relationship issues, even gossiping about friends you both knew. Who dated who, who had a new job, plastic surgery, family issues, and so on. It was all so normal that you couldn't thank them enough for their time.

What you didn't talk about was work. Your job, specifically. The tiring months away from home, the constant sense of danger, the sleepless nights in uncomfortable cots and beds, and the disappointed looks you constantly got from your superior.

Because Ghost was always in the back of your mind, the look he gave you whenever his eyes landed on you engraved in your brain. It was suffocating you, giving you barely enough time to fully relax. Alcohol could help, but you didn't want to turn yourself into an alcoholic just to get through the day.

After you got home you began to binge-watch rom-coms from the early 2000s, completely forgetting about time along the way. You were only snapped out of this sweet haze when your doorbell rang, reminding you that people outside this apartment existed.

Your good mood evaporated the moment you opened the door and found yourself looking at Ghost's tall frame, his tattooed forearm resting on the doorframe as he looked down at you. You opened your mouth to say something, to find out what in the hell he was doing there, but no sound left your throat.

The lieutenant had enough of waiting and simply let himself in, pushing you out of the way to enter. As he had sat in the cafe across the street about an hour ago, keeping an eye on the main entrance of the building, Ghost thought about what to do with you.

"We need to sort things out," he announced when you closed the door and slowly dragged yourself closer to him.

You froze like a deer in the headlights, your big beautiful eyes slowly blinking at him as if you didn't understand a word he said. Then he noticed a glint in your eyes, as if you'd just woken up from a dream.

"Get the fuck out of my place. We'll sort this out when we're on a mission," you said angrily, your voice surprisingly stern as you spoke.

You were confident now, okay. He could handle that. He could sure as hell fuck this confidence out of you. Without hesitation he pushed off his mask then put a hand on the back of your neck, pulling you into a messy and hungry kiss. You tried to resist, to push him away, but he only used his free hand to stop you from squirming around.

In a matter of short minutes you stopped resisting him, giving up your common sense and giving in to the need he knew you also felt. It had to end this way, there was no other ending to your story. When he gently bit your lower lip, a deep moan escaped your throat, a sound that only made it harder to behave.

"I hate you," you breathed between kisses.

It was okay. He didn't need you to love him or even like him. What he felt wasn't love. It was lust with a hint of some dangerous obsession, something he simply couldn't control. "The feeling's mutual, love. But let's be honest, you're enjoying it just as much as I do."

And damn it, he was right. His kiss, his touch was intoxicating, making you feel so good in such a short amount of time. When he asked you where the bedroom was, you immediately told him, this time obeying him without thinking.

He undressed you, taking away each piece of clothing with care, his fingers exploring the skin they had been hiding all along. When you were standing in front of him completely naked, he ordered you to lie down on the bed with your head hanging down over the edge. Deep down you knew what he wanted to do, and it made you excited.

As you got into position, he quickly undressed himself, revealing his hard, throbbing cock that made your mouth water. You were a little worried, having no idea if his length would fit into your mouth, and already knowing your jaw would hurt after this. But you wanted to do it, you wanted him to use your mouth and throat like a fleshlight.

And Ghost was more than happy to give you what you were waiting for, he also needed this to ease the excitement that was slowly killing him. He took his cock in his hand, stroking it a few times to cover it with his pre-cum before reaching out with his free hand to pry your pretty mouth open. "Open up, baby," he told you.

You obediently did what he ordered, and he slowly pushed the head between your lips, at first just warming you up with small thrusts. But then he dived in deeper, going until the tip reached your throat, making you gag a little.

That didn't stop him, though, he kept fucking your mouth without hesitation. "Fuck, you're such a good little slut, taking my cock like this," he groaned, his hand stroking your cheek. Once he knew you relaxed enough to take him so well, he reached out to tease your cunt, brushing it with his palm, enjoying the wetness that covered his hand.

You could feel the tears form in your eyes as he kept going, wondering how long you would be able to have him in you without feeling your jaw being too sore for it. But when he touched you, all of your doubt disappeared, giving space to the need to have his long fingers inside you, fucking you on both sides.

When he finally began to pump his fingers inside you, you moaned against his cock, a sound that made him groan. "You like it? I can do this all day to you, sweetheart," he said, out of breath. He was close, you could feel it, but you weren't too far behind thanks to his experienced fingers.

It was embarrassing to even think about this happening to you. It wasn't the sex that bothered you, more that it was him from all people. Ghost hated you, you knew he had been honest when he told you that, and you weren't lying either. But this was different, this was so dirty and primal, something you definitely wouldn't tell anyone.

Something that shouldn't happen again.

But now you enjoyed it. You loved to feel his cum on your face when he came, while your juices were dripping out of you, covering his fingers that kept fucking you through your orgasm.

When he was done, he went to the bathroom to get a towel so he could clean your face, an act that was surprisingly tender. He kept telling you what a good girl you'd been, how much he enjoyed having you like this. "It's probably the tension between us. Hate sex suits us," he offered a possible explanation with the hint of a smile.

It didn't take him long to get hard again, and he picked you up like a ragdoll and tossed you into the position he wanted you to be in for him. Ass in the air, resting your weight on your forearms. That's what he wanted, admiring the view of your cunt that was still glistering from the remains of your high.

He couldn't hold himself back, he simply couldn't wait to let you get used to his girth, to slowly and carefully stretch you for himself. Instead he pushed all of length inside with one thrust, the tip reaching your cervix and drawing a pathetic cry out of you. He loved this sound, it only made him go on harder, soon picking up a steady pace.

His hands were gripping your hips so tightly that you just knew it would leave a bruise behind, but you didn't mind, not as long as he made you feel this good. He was pushing you close to your limit, testing how much you could take without breaking.

Your forehead hit the mattress, teeth sinking into your hand to bite back your moans, for some reason thinking you had to be quiet because of your neighbors. But Ghost wasn't fond of the muffled noises apparently, because he reached out to pull your head away from your hand. "I wanna hear you, love," he said quietly.

His breathing suddenly changed, a telltale sign that he was close to his own climax. He put one hand on your stomach, and another arm around your neck to pull you up against his chest, his pace never slowing, his thrusts just as deep as before.

You were lost in the sensation, your brain not functioning properly anymore as you let him use you as some filthy fucktoy. Ghost knew what he was doing, and he could certainly read your body language perfectly well to know what you did and didn't like. Whenever he got too rough, the chokehold he had you in becoming too tight for you liking, he eased up.

But when he came, filling you with his cum in the company of a series of deep growls and groans, he reached down to rub your clit, making sure you climaxed as well. You threw your head back against his shoulder, looking him in the eye as you came down from your high.

Your body went limp, and if he hadn't held you tightly, you would've fallen face first into the mattress. "Are you okay?" he asked you quietly, placing a kiss on your head.

You mumbled something under your breath, but it didn't make any sense. You couldn't speak, not yet. This was more intense than anything you'd ever experienced, your brain definitely needed time to catch up with your body.

"Hey, are you listening?" When you didn't answer, he began to laugh. "Damn, I really fucked you brainless, didn't I?"

Ghost couldn't hide his smile, satisfied to see you in this state, feeling proud that he could achieve his goal. You weren't cocky or confident anymore, you were just a brainless meat sack, with no coherent thoughts in your brain.

Not long after this you fell asleep, and Ghost used this time to take a look around your apartment. He checked your clothes, surprised to find so many beautiful dresses in your closet, along with some sexy lace bras that you definitely didn't wear on missions. Then he went to the living room where he found photos on the shelves, probably ones with your family on them.

Your phone was on the coffee table so he checked that as well, glad to know your password. He went through your emails and instant messages to see who you were talking to, and he became furious when he saw your Tinder dates messaging you, asking for another meeting.

That was more than enough for him, he simply gathered his things and left without waking you or leaving a note behind. He needed time to calm down, preferably far from you. While he still hated you, still wished he could get rid of you forever, that stupid obsessed part of him was still there in the back of his mind, making him feel jealous.

When he returned home, he connected his secret drive to his laptop to go through the photos and videos he stored on it. Fucking you wasn't enough apparently, his mind kept returning to you, the need to keep an eye on you coming back without a warning.

With a sigh he checked the app on his phone the next evening, noting that you were in some bar near your apartment. You probably went there with a friend, but something told him it could just as well be some guy that was sending messages to you. He had to go there and see it for himself. If he didn't, he wouldn't be able to sleep that night.

Weeks passed without you hearing from Ghost. You still thought about him, feeling disgusted that you actually liked the way he fucked you that day. But now that you were going on another mission, you began to wonder what things would be like between you now. Would he be nicer to you finally? Would he at least give you some credit?

In the end none of this happened. When you met again, you were greeted by his cold, dead eyes, his words sounding harsher than ever before. You overheard Soap telling about this to Gaz, and the two men began to wonder how long it would be before Price stepped in. They were right. The captain wasn't fond of this kind of behavior, especially not when it was a lieutenant treating his own sergeant like this.

"You stay put," Ghost told you when you began to get out of the car.

You looked over at Soap with a questioning look, but he only shrugged in response, having no idea what was happening. "Why?" you asked your superior.

He inhaled and exhaled slowly with closed eyes to calm himself. "Because I said so. Stay in the car and don't move."

"Lt., we need all the help we can get out there," Soap tried as he walked around the car and stopped next to the other man. "Just let her come with us."

But he didn't listen, only shut the door in your face and signaled the Scot to follow him. You didn't know why he had to be like this with you. Apart from that one time you had disobeyed him, you never gave him a reason to treat you like this.

Ghost's blood pressure had to be off the charts as he walked away from the car. Soap kept talking, trying to convince him to let you join them, but he didn't give in. He couldn't give in. His mixed feelings for you couldn't cloud his judgment. He was your higher up, he had every right to tell you what to do.

Even if that need probably came from the frustration he felt whenever he followed you around outside of missions. There he couldn't talk to you, couldn't tell you what to do, where to go, who to talk to. Nothing. He had absolutely no control over your life.

Fuck. So his decision really did come from those mixed feelings. Price had noticed something was wrong between the two of you a long time ago, and he warned him before leaving the base that day. "Treat her right. I don't want unnecessary tension in the team," he said.

Letting out a sigh, he turned to the sergeant. "Soap, go back for her. I hope she won't fuck this up for us this time," he said, hoping he would pass this message on.

"Aye, sir," the Scot said with a smile. "I'll be right back with her."

Ghost truly hoped he wouldn't regret this. You were distracting him, especially since he finally had to chance to sleep with you. He had withdrawal symptoms that were getting worse by each day, reminding him that you were like a fucking drug that he couldn't get out of his mind.

No. Focus. He had to focus. Shit. Why was this so hard all of a sudden?

"What changed your mind? Suddenly remembered that I'm part of the team?" you asked when you and Soap caught up with him.

Turning to you, the lieutenant gave you a sharp look. If he ever had the chance to fuck you again, you would definitely pay for this question. Just one chance. That's all he wanted to correct your behavior.

[thxliaaa]

all because i liked a boy | steve harrington

synopsis: nancy is steve’s ex who is closer to the group than you are. when you start dating steve, they all start to be cold and harsh to you. 

pairing - steve harrington x reader

warning/s - angst, the group being mean towards you

author’s note - there’s definitely a part two to this don’t you worry

part 2

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Nancy has always been the mother of the group. She has been through a lot with them, and has protected them from all the troubles they’ve been through. During the problems they had with Vecna, it’s no secret she has been starting to develop feelings for Steve, again. 

You were only a part of the group for not that long. When they needed your help, you gladly gave it to them, and in the process of defeating Vecna, you and Steve fell for each other. So, when he asked you out, you accepted. Not long after, you two had started dating. 

–

The only peaceful time at Hawkins was during mornings. No shouting, no nosy neighbors, just peace. Making a cup of coffee before starting the day became a part of your daily routine. As you got ready to go outside, you saw Steve pulling in your driveway. 

“Hey, what are you doing here?” You smiled as Steve pulled you in for a kiss. 

“Why? Is it wrong to pick up my beautiful girlfriend?” He pulled you in for another kiss as you chuckled. You definitely got lucky with Steve. He’s everything you need in a man, someone who’s caring, and sweet, I’m talking like flowers everyday type of man. He was perfect. 

When you both got in the car, you started jamming to your favorite songs on the way to school. As he dropped you off, you both shared a passionate kiss. 

“Alright, I’ll see you later babe. Love you!” He blew you a kiss as he drove off 

“Love you too!” You replied as you were waving at him. 

What you guys didn’t know was that someone else was watching. 

– 

As you were walking along the hallways, you stumbled across Robin whom you waved at. She just glared at you in reply. Weird. She’s not usually like this. Figuring that maybe she was just in a bad mood or was having a bad day, you shrugged it off. 

During lunch, you usually sat with Robin and Nancy. However, when you noticed they weren’t there, you just sat with your other friends. That was interesting, you thought. Maybe it was just a coincidence, paying no attention to it at all, you decided to shrug it off again. 

After school, your day just got weirder, when you tried to talk to Max, it seemed as if she was in a hurry. You kept on asking if something was wrong, yet she just kept on insisting that she had something important to do. 

“Hey Max!” you said with a smile

“Hey” she muttered as she hurriedly put her stuff away in her locker before going in the other direction. 

“Max! Is something wrong?” You said with a worried look plastered on your face. She nodded as she continued to run away from you. What was going on?

– 

Worried that something wrong happened, you went to Dustin’s house hoping to get an answer. He was smiling when you saw him but as soon as he saw you at the door, it was quickly replaced with a frown. 

“Ok that’s it! What is going on? Why is everybody being rude to me today?” You said as you furrowed your eyebrows. Dustin sighed. 

“(Y/N), look it’s not your fault” He said trying to make you feel better. 

“Not my fault? Everybody just seems so off today!” you ranted. “Everybody seems to be in a good mood but as soon as they see me, they instantly either avoid me or ignore me” you continued. 

Dustin just looked at you with a look on his face, it was as if he was disappointed in you and mad. “I’m sure you did nothing wrong, m-maybe everyone just had a bad day..?” He said trying to make an excuse. But you knew something was wrong. You noticed he stuttered, and he tends to do that a lot whenever he’s lying. Dustin is a bad liar. 

You sighed, not wanting to fight him. “Look, just at least give me a hint of what I did”

“You just– you hurt one of us okay? And she’s someone very important” 

“And I’m not? How am I supposed to know if you don’t tell me?” You replied. He sighed once again. You were itching to find out what was going on. 

“Fine, just talk to Nancy or something ok?” He said as you nodded, and he closed the door clearly not wanting to speak to you anymore. 

So, you went to bed that night thinking what you did wrong. Retracing your steps from the moment you woke up even up to the day before. I don’t get it you wondered, you were all fine the day before, all of you were even laughing and planning to hang out. What had gone wrong?

–

The next morning, you woke up really early to go confront Nancy. And when you got to her house, she had a big smile plastered across her face which seemed to fade as soon as she saw you. A simple “Oh” coming out of her mouth. 

“Hi” you gave her a small smile. She greeted you “Hi” back but her eyes were glued on the floor. 

“Nancy, come on, talk to me. What did I do wrong to you?” You grabbed her shoulders forcing her to look at you. 

“It’s nothing, okay?” She tried to explain. “No it's not okay! Everyone has been very cold and distant towards me which is very rude and you gave me no explanation at all on what I did” you ranted. 

For a second, she seemed to hesitate on what to say, but soon, everything poured out of her mouth. 

“You wanna know what you did? You’re dating Steve.” She said, you were confused, you knew they dated but why was she so affected by you dating him. I mean, she was already dating Jonathan so you thought it would be okay with her. 

“What’s wrong with me dating Steve?” you asked confusedly, she took a deep breath before starting to talk again. “You’re supposed to follow the principles of best friends. He’s my ex and you know the rule about not dating your best friend’s ex” she replied. 

“But you’re with Jonathan, I thought it would be ok with you” 

“It’s not okay? Just because I’m with Jonathan doesn’t make it okay.” 

“You were barely even dating Steve, you were in love with Jonathan halfway through your relationship with him” you said. You finally put the pieces together. Her staring at Steve at the lake, her flirting with him whenever he got the chance, her being rude to Robin when they first met because she thought Robin and Steve were dating. It finally made sense, Nancy still likes Steve. 

“You still like him don’t you?” you said as you looked at her. Her eyes went directly to the floor as you said that. And when she turned to look at you, it was a look that a child would give you if they were guilty about something. She still liked him. 

Walking away from her house, you continued walking and was lost in your thoughts. Why were they mad? You can’t control who you love. You felt betrayed, as if someone had ripped your heart from inside you. You felt horrible. Now you know that if you and Nancy ever fought again, they would always choose her side. 

Your friends hated you and shunned you all day because of your relationship with Steve. The thought couldn’t help but make you scoff. It’s so stupid, all of it. 

They’re mad at you all because you liked a boy. 

[milfsloverblog]

Life Eternal (part 2)

Can you see me longing for you forever?

Larissa Weems x former student fem!reader

A/N: Thank you to anyone who enjoyed the first chapter and asked for more! Still inspired by some of my life events. Title again from one of my fav Ghost song (you should really listen to it, just for some more angst).

TW: alcohol consumption

You have no idea how long the two of you stayed in each other’s arms, Larissa’s body gently swaying as she rubbed soothing circles on your back. You didn’t want to let go and it seemed like she didn’t either.

“We should go back outside.” Larissa eventually said but made no move to pull away from you.

Just one more minute, please.

“We should.” You agreed and reluctantly let go of the tall woman.

“Let me take a good look at you, it’s been so long.” Larissa said as her hand cupped your cheek to lift your head.

It took all of your strength not to close your eyes and nuzzle your face in her palm, instead letting your eyes roam on her face like hers did on yours. You loved everything about her. From her sapphire eyes to the dent on the tip of her nose to the scar that slashed through her lip.

“You haven’t changed at all.” You said when your eyes locked with hers again. You are still the most beautiful woman in the world.

“You have. You’ve grown into a beautiful young woman.” Larissa smiled and her hand dropped back to the side of her body, making you miss its warmth instantly.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you that lasted until Larissa eventually moved toward the door.

“Perhaps afterward we could visit the Weathervane for a hot chocolate? I would love to catch up and hear about all those adventures you’ve been on during those five years. Do you still like it with whipped cream and cinnamon?” Larissa offered, half turning to look at you.

I can’t. I can’t spend the evening with you as if I had never left. I can’t bare the thought of opening up to you. I can not let you build a nest inside my heart again, Larissa.

And there it was again, that look of expectancy in her eyes. Why did she keep hoping all those years, couldn’t she just forget about you like you had tried so hard to do about her? Had she even tried at all?

“I think I could use something stronger.” Was all you could answer. You should have said no, but you couldn’t disappoint her.

“Of course, I know a nice place downtown. I will take us there once everyone is gone.” Larissa gave a nod and opened the door, waiting for you to walk out of her office.

You were back in the yard in a few long strides, taking deep breaths of fresh air hoping it would ease the loud ringing in your ears.

You had no choice but to make small talk to a few people from your past when Enid grabbed your arms and dragged you to one of the tables. It seemed like everyone had settled into their life. Most had a nice job, were in a steady relationship and some were even married. As you found out, none of them were madly in love with a woman twice their age.

From time to time you’d look around the yard, hoping to catch a glimpse of Larissa’s tall figure, only for your heart to skip a beat each time your eyes met.

“Promise me you’ll call more often!” Enid said as she gave you a tight goodbye hug.

“I promise I’ll try.” You nodded, catching Wednesday smirking at your answer.

What a strange couple they made, you thought as they walked away into the parking lot. Opposite attracts. At least you hoped that was true, that might give you a chance with-

“Well, it looks like everyone is gone.” Larissa’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “You can wait by the car, darling, I just need to fetch my keys.”

You were surprised to see that she was still driving that old minivan, surely that thing should have been sent to the scrapyard a long time ago.

Larissa turned on the engine which in turn turned on the radio, Lovesong by The Cure instantly filling the car. Larissa moved to turn it off but you quickly grabbed her arm to prevent her from doing so.

“Is it still your favourite?” She asked and you answered with a nod. Of course it was. It was the song Larissa used to introduce you to her favourite band.

Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again

You looked through the window and bit on the inside of your cheeks. Everything about this song reminded you of her.

“Whenever I’m alone with you, you make me feel like I am young again.” Larissa softly sang along to the lyrics. “Whenever I’m alone with you, you make me feel like I am fun again.”

Her fingers gently drummed on the steering wheel and your eyes drifted to her face, your heart swelling with yearning when you barely audibly whispered the next lyrics.

However far away
I will always love you
However long I stay
I will always love you

You sighed in relief when the song came to an end and Larissa parked the car outside the bar.

“I’ve been here a couple of times, it’s very cosy and usually not too noisy.” She said as she pulled the door to let you in.

The place was dimly lit, people sat in booths with seating made out of leather and velvet. There were mouldings on the ceiling and the wooden walls were covered in framed artwork. It felt chic, expensive and, you dared to think, a little romantic.

“Have a seat, darling.” Larissa said, her hand on the small of your back gently pushing you towards an empty booth.

“Do you remember the first time I had alcohol?” You asked her once you had settled down and the waiter had taken your order - a bottle of red, which Larissa picked, and an antipasti board to share.

“If I remember?” Larissa laughed and shook her head a little at the memory. “I felt guilty for weeks!”

It had been on your eighteenth birthday. The two of you had shared a glass of rosé and a piece of cheesecake that she’d bought from the Weathervane for the occasion. She’d made you swear that you wouldn’t tell anyone she had let you sip on her wine.

“Good thing I’m legally allowed to drink now, then.” You grinned when the waiter poured you a glass.

You weren’t sure wether it was a good thing or not, actually. Alcohol had a tendency to loosen your tongue, you had found out through the years, and you usually weren’t what they called a “happy” kind of drunk.

“To friendship that lasts, even after years apart!” Larissa smiled, raising her glass.

“To friendship.” You nodded and clinked your glass against hers. You would need more than wine if she used the word friendship again.

“So,” Larissa put her glass down after taking a sip. “Tell me everything, I want to know everything that you’ve done since graduating.”

So you told her. You told her about going to university and failing. Picking up another course only to realise mid-year that you didn’t like it. Twice. How you struggled to find your place, how nothing ever seemed to be distracting enough.

“What did you need to be distracted from?” Larissa suddenly cut you off, her chin resting on her hand as she listened to you.

You. I needed to be distracted from your memory. I needed to find something, anything to replace you. But to no avail. The heart wants what it wants, and mine wanted you, it still does.

“Who knows?” You shrugged and thanked the waiter who had just placed the food on the table.

“And now? Have you found what you were looking for?” Larissa asked, worry painted on her features. “I could always help if you need anything. You were a brilliant student, I’m sure I could find you a nice job if you let me give a couple of phone calls.”

Have I found what I was looking for?

“I go from job to job. It’s not as bad as it sounds. It gives me the opportunity to try many, many things.” You picked an olive from the board and popped it in your mouth, washing it down with a few sips of wine.

That’s when you noticed them, the two women sitting together in the booth at the back of the bar. One as young as you and the other one closer to Larissa’s age. They could have been mistaken for a mother and her daughter if it wasn’t for the fact that they had chosen to sit next to each other rather than one on each side of the table.

“Are you with me?” Larissa waved her hand in front of your face, your eyes immediately snapping back to hers.

She poured you another glass as well as one for herself and started talking again. You tried your best to listen to what she was saying, you really did, but after a few seconds, your attention was back on the two women across the room.

There they were, their hands gently intertwined, sharing soft laughters and stolen glances. Their connection was palpable, their love radiating like an aura around them. A pang of longing coursed through your body. How badly you yearned for something like this.

“Is everything alright?” Larissa’s hand was on yours now, her eyes searching for yours. “Why are you crying? You know that you can tell me anything.”

“Crying?” You repeated, your free hand moving to wipe your cheeks. When had tears started rolling down your face?

“Fuck, I can’t do this.” You said before emptying your glass and getting on your feet. You grabbed your jacket and pulled a few bills from its pocket, enough to pay for both Larissa and yourself.

“Wait-“ You heard the tall woman say but you were already on your way to the door.

Hot tears flooded your cheeks as you walked down the street, ignoring the tall woman calling your name a few feet behind you.

“For heaven’s sake!” Larissa grabbed your arm and yanked you back. “What is wrong with you?!”

“What is wrong with me?!” You laughed, tears still falling from your eyes. You needed to get away from her before your loosened tongue started saying things that you could never take back. “I’m going back to Nevermore, getting in my car and leaving this hell hole. Forever this time.”

If your words hurt Larissa, she didn’t let it show. Choosing instead to cup your face ever so gently. You had tried hating her, but how could you?

“Let me take you to a hotel. You will have a good night of sleep and we’ll talk in the morning. How does that sound?” She offered, her thumb caressing your cheek.

You silently nodded in agreement and Larissa pushed a small smile, her arm wrapping around your shoulder as she walked with you to the nearest hotel.

She took care of everything, booking the best room available and even paying for it. Asking the front desk to wake you up at nine the next morning.

“There you go.” She pushed the door to your room open and followed you inside. It was way too luxurious but you said nothing, grateful for everything she was still doing for you.

“Well, I should go back to Nevermore now.” Larissa said, hands clasped in front of her.

“Thank you.” It came out of your mouth as a whisper and you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around the tall woman again.

You held her close and tight as if it was the last time you would ever have the chance to hug her. And she held you back as close and as tight as you did as if it was the last time she would get the chance to hug you.

“No more tears.” She said when she eventually pulled away, holding onto your chin to look into your eyes. “There always is a solution, my darling, I promise. Whatever is bothering you now, we will find a way to fix it, together.”

Together. Surely that would fix you, you and her together.

Larissa’s lips pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before she wished you goodnight, reminding you to drink plenty of water to avoid a headache in the morning.

As soon as she was out of the room, you started sobbing again. You couldn’t help it, you had to get all of these feelings out or you would go crazy.

You fell asleep that night clutching onto the pair of leather gloves that Larissa had gifted you, holding them close against your chest hoping they would somehow soothe your aching heart.

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Tag list: @enchantressb @kimiinou

[kyberblade]

Give It To Me In Basic (Din x Reader)

A/N: This is just something that the premise came to mind when I listened to a song and I couldn’t let it sit. I wrote it in practically one sitting and just saw where it went - it was basically an exercise to stretch my writing muscles after a while away, and it felt really good! It’s incredibly sappy and domestic and I hope you like it. 🥹 (Not a part of my other series, this is an entirely new Din x Reader to me. Hi. Hello.) I also wanted to try writing in “she/her” instead of “you”, but this is still definitely an entirely blank reader insert. No physical descriptions are used. No mention of Y/N.

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Summary: Din finds softness after a life of rigidity, and he’s not willing to let it go. (*Chandler Bing voice* Could I have been more vague?)

Warnings: Fluff? Like tooth rotting amounts of fluff and domesticity. Din being a sap. Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, and Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Swearing. Mentions of typical show violence. Mando’a. Swearing. Mentions of pregnancy at the end. Some spoilers if you squint? (But if you’re here, you know how this works.) (No but like really, it follows the plot of season 2 and TBoBF, so mentions of that briefly, if you don’t want that spoiled, don’t read.) Helmetless Din. What? Who said that? 👀😬 Again: No mention of Y/N. (In fact this is written as “she/her” instead of “you”, but is an entirely blank reader insert.)

Word count: 1,206 (I know. I am as shocked as you are at how brief this is.)

Thanks to @fordo-kixed-rex for reading over this and sending me a caps locked series of texts as a response. And to @what-the-heckin-heck and @littlemisspascal for telling me it’s not too fluffy/sappy/much.

Masterlist

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There was a softness Din had come to know, grown familiar with, and let it entangle with his life like a well kept plant on someone’s warm windowsill.

It had snuck up on him when he’d least expected it. Not in the middle of a battle, or on some backwater planet, but in the quiet moments in between.

It had a heart unlike anything he’d ever seen. Something vibrant and larger than life, that welcomed him and his son with open arms and without a second glance.

The heart was worn on the sleeve of a woman, who by every standard was normal, nothing brilliant or captivating, but to Din she was everything. He couldn’t look away whenever she was nearby, her beauty both inside and out something that pulled him in with a force he didn’t understand.

Her touch sent shockwaves across his skin, the first time she shook his hand making him shudder even through his gloves. As time went on and he found himself lost in a darkened hull of the Crest, the woman at his side as they tangled further up in one another, his breath caught in his chest as her slight hand reached up to cup his cheek.

It wasn’t the touch of a lover, the sensuality of the trace of her fingers that stole from him. It was the closeness. The nearness. Something in the touch felt like home.

And he never felt at home again unless those hands were cradling him in some way, even through his armor. He’d lean into the touch, though he couldn’t feel it through his beskar, he swore he could. This was home. This is what he was trying to come back to.

Her laugh made him laugh. A foreign and buzzing feeling climbing out of his chest. Just the thought of it made him chuckle, shaking his head and telling his contact it was nothing, he was just amazed the bounty was so stupid.

Maybe it was selfish, but he didn’t want to share her with anyone. He’d found a little slice of happiness in this godforsaken galaxy, why did he have to let anyone else know about it?

When he lay on the ground, wind knocked out of him after an enemy had gotten a lucky hit, it wasn’t the sky above he saw, it was her eyes. They sparkled mischievously at him anytime she plotted her next move, often to get him to just relax. 

For years he’d seen calculating gazes, sneers, narrowed eyes of distrust and hate. He saw none of these with her. Only peace.

How ironic, he thought, getting back to his feet before causing carnage. To get back to the softness, there must first be all this chaos.

He saw it each time he came home. The light dulled just slightly in her eyes. She loved him just as much, if not more than before, but she longed to tell him while looking into his own eyes. She knew the Creed. She understood. Doesn’t mean it hurt any less. For either of them.

It was a night on the Crest, he woke with a start at the silence. He didn’t hear the child’s snores. Realization sunk in as he remembered the kid was with the Jedi. He was used to the silence as he slept, then he became used to the kids soft sounds, but they’re gone now. But slowly he eased back asleep, his eyes falling slowly shut when he realized she was there, in his arms, breathing deep and sound asleep…. His new familiar. He softly smiled as she started to snore.

Now the child was back in his care, and he was off to Mandalore to restore his honor, become a Mandalorian in the eyes of the Creed once more. His new ship had no room for anyone other than himself and Grogu, so he made arrangements to leave her on Navarro with Karga. 

After a private goodbye, where he saw the disappointment she would never voice once again painting her features, he set the ship to ascend up into the atmosphere. Once he was just above the clouds, he made a last minute decision, hailing her on her comm as he made a loop to come back around under the cloud cover.

“Look up,” was all he would say. 

But as he made a final pass by, just under the clouds without his helmet, he could see her on the ground, her smile like a beacon for miles around. From this distance the only thing she could really see clearly was his smile, but that was everything.

Her breath stuttered over the comm. “Meh'shab? Me'dinuir…. Ranov'la. Me'dinuir…. Mesh’la.” (“The fuck? To share…. Secret. To give each other…. Beautiful.”)

Din laughed. “Wanna try that again?”

She huffed. “Sorry. Ori'meshla.” (“Very beautiful.”)

Din snorted out a laugh.

She sighed, her words coming out barely above a breath. “Stars, I hope our ad has your smile.” (“Child.”)

Din paused, about to pull up on the controls. “What?”

“Wayii! Did I say that out loud?” She looked up to see Din circling lower and lower. “Don’t you dare land, Din Djarin.” The N1 was getting lower still as she spoke. “I mean it. You have planets to save. People to meet and-” The exhaust of the starfighter sent her hair every which way, her face scrunching up against the gust. “What was I thinking you would do, I don’t know?” The last words were mumbled into Din’s chest plate, his arms pulling her into him as soon as he was back on the ground. (Exclamation of surprise)

“Are you….?” His voice was barely above a whisper, his modulator popping with the lack of sound behind it.

She nodded into his beskar. “Yaihadla.”

“As much as I love you speaking Mando’a, just give it to me in Basic. My brain isn’t working properly right now-”

She tilted her head back to look up into his visor, her voice soft. “I’m pregnant, Din.” Her eyes scanned over his helmet, searching for purchase. “You’re gonna be a dad, Djarin.” Grogu squealed from the cockpit of the N1, pulling her eyes over toward the tiny green ward, and a smile up her face. “Well, again. You’ll be a dad, again.”

Din froze for a moment before reaching up and ripping his helmet off, immediately pulling her into a searing kiss. Her muffled sounds of surprise melted away after just a moment, her arms coming up around his neck to pull him closer still, and causing his lips to pull up into a smile against her own. Finally breaking the kiss, he leaned his forehead against hers, both of them breathing heavily.

“Careful,” she teased, “that’s how we got into this situation in the first place.”

Din just shook his head in amusement at her, chuckling, and never removing his forehead from hers. Looking up through his lashes, he found her already doing the same to him. “Hi,” he muttered quietly.

“Hi,” she replied on a breath, making his smile pull higher still. “Osik,” she continued on a breath, going on when he cocked his head to the side, pulling back just slightly. “I really hope they get your smile.” (“Shit.”)

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Everything Tags: @lam-ila @oliviajdjarin @peonyophelia @itsavicf @jxvipike @momc95 @babygirlrex0504 @harriedandharassed @burningfieldof-clover @theclassicvinyldragon What’s This?

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Monsters in the Garden (Ettore x Reader) 18+

No one comes to your garden but you, not even Dr. Dibs. So what is the most dangerous man on the ship doing leaning against your doorway and watching you work?

Pairing: Ettore x fem!reader (second person, no use of Y/N)

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT SMUT; hand job; kissing; blood; mentions of rape, murder, and violence; female genital mutilation; vague mentions of corpse mutilation

Author's note: This was inspired by a session I had with the Ettore AI made by @harrenhalhottie (RIP). It was just so good I had to write it out for y'all. This Ettore is a little different from normal, but I can't help but look at a one-dimensional character and want more. Hope you enjoy, and let me know if you want a Part 2, because I have ideas...

This song also heavily influenced the vibe:

Taglist: @thelittleswanao3

Monsters in the Garden

You were on your knees, leaning over one of your raised garden beds when you noticed him leaning against the open doorway. He wasn’t quiet on his approach – he wanted you to know he was there.

Ettore was always there, in some dark corner, watching you.

By this point, you were almost used to the burning feeling that crawled beneath your skin whenever his eyes were on you.

In the right light, those eyes were a mesmerizing blue. The color reminded you of the sky back on Earth. If he hadn’t been so goddamn creepy, you might have been happy to stare into his eyes just to remember home, even briefly.

But he was easily the most unsettling person you’d ever met. Always leering at the other women on board – though in the past weeks, you had apparently become his one and only target– and using the Box proudly, far more than anyone else did.

It was no wonder why. You knew what he was.

Everyone on board was a killer, including you. But Ettore was the worst. The most dangerous of you all. For he was the only one who had… done worse than just kill his victims.

Murderer. Rapist. Monster.

Well, some would say what you had done was worse. But that was different. Your victim was already dead by the time you started your work on his corpse, and it had been more than deserved.

You did not let yourself linger on that. You never did these days. The further away from Earth you got, the more distant it seemed. The rage, the guilt, all of it.

Ettore wasn’t distant. He was mere feet away from you, intruding on your garden.

Not yours, not really. Because of your past – specifically, the degree in horticulture you were only one semester away from completing when you were arrested – you were assigned to look after the gardens instead of something more related to the actual mission of the ship like the rest of the crew.

Or more basic, in Ettore’s case. Dr. Dib’s called his assignment “ship maintenance,” but you all knew what he really was: the janitor.

But he never came in here. You made sure of it, keeping everything meticulously clean and fixing all your equipment yourself so no one – least of all Ettore – would ever have a reason to intrude on your space.

You didn’t even allow Tcherny, the other gardener, in here. He was fine with it. He preferred the vegetable and grains and left the medicinal plants – kept in their own room – to you. The only person beside you who ever came in here was Dr. Dibs, and she hadn’t been here in months. She didn’t like the dirt.

Yet there was Ettore, just staring at you.

His eyes weren’t that beautiful, bright blue you so rarely glimpsed. His chin was slightly tucked into his chest, his strong brow casting his eyes into darkness. His face was blank, unfeeling, and unmoving, save for those eyes.

They almost didn’t look human, but animal. Yes, that was the look of a predator. And it was directed at you.

You turned away from him to face the garden bed again, hoping he would lose interest if you didn’t engage. But if he didn’t, and he did try something…

Well, you had your spade next to you. It was probably sharp enough to dissuade him from doing anything you didn’t approve of.

So, you resumed your work, carefully tending to your poppies.

Once the lovely purple-pink petals that were just unfurling fell in a few days, you would harvest the sap from the seedpods so Dr. Dibs could synthesize more of the sedative the crew was forced to take each night. Only a handful, carefully selected by you, would be spared and allowed to produce the seeds that would become the next crop.

Though you hated playing a part in producing the drugs, the poppies were still your favorite plant. They were the only flowers you had left.

The garden was always your happy place, even on Earth, and you quickly found yourself concentrating not on Ettore or the sounds of the ship or even the ship itself. There was only you, the dirt, and your beloved plants.

So, when you finally stood and looked away from your work, you had entirely forgotten that Ettore stood there.

Still, he remained leaning against the doorframe, watching you. He hadn’t moved a fucking inch.

You jumped slightly at the unexpected sight, your hand flying to your racing heart.

While he did not flinch at the motion, Ettore’s brow raised slightly, and the corner of his mouth quirked up.

At least the hunger in his eyes had abated. Somewhat.

“Didn’t mean to startle you, love,” he crooned as he uncrossed his arms and took two steps forward.

God, you had never heard him speak before.

His voice wasn’t particularly deep, but it was low and smooth. His accent was like something out of those British action movies a boyfriend in high school loved to make you watch. Perhaps it was those memories – of either the boyfriend or the handsome actors, that made his voice sound almost alluring.

It had to be. It couldn’t be him.

You instinctively stepped back, raising your hands to try and communicate that you didn’t want him near you. Unfortunately, you forgot your spade on the ground, leaving your hands empty. Fortunately, your gloves were loose enough that he could not see the slight trembling in your fingers.

“I just…” you stammered. “I forgot you were there.”

He just stared at you impassively, those predatory eyes taking in every detail of your face, then traveling lower and lower.

Some of the hunger returned when his gaze landed on your breasts.

You had to shut that shit down.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, pouring all your contempt into your voice to mask the fear that still crept within your blood.

Ettore looked back at your eyes, the corner of his lip flicking up as though he was holding back a sneer. “Just passing through.”

You risked looking away from him to glance at your watch. It confirmed what you already knew. “You’ve been standing there for over an hour,” you informed him. One hour and eighteen minutes, to be exact. “Hardly what I’d call ‘passing through.’”

He raised his brows slightly, apparently surprised it had been that long. “Guess I lost track of time. Watching you is…” he turned his eyes, not to your body, but to the flower bed you had just been working in. When he looked back, he gave a sly smile. “Relaxing.”

Bullshit, you thought. But then you bit back the sharp tang of your own cynicism. Gardening was relaxing to you; it wasn’t entirely out of the realm of possibility that he honestly found watching you relaxing as well. If it had been anyone but Ettore, you probably would have believed them without a moment of doubt.

But it was Ettore.

Murderer. Rapist. Monster.

You glared at him for a long moment, trying to communicate that you wouldn’t be fucked with – you wouldn’t be a victim. Then, when he still didn’t drop his gaze from yours, you took it as an acknowledgment of the threat and turned away from him.

You were at least half-expecting him to pounce on you then and there, but he didn’t. You didn’t hear a single sound as you walked to your workbench, situated on the opposite wall from the door, and took off your gloves.

“There’s nothing more to watch,” you said over your shoulder. Then, grabbing a clean rag from one of the drawers, you began wiping the dirt from your forearms – rinsing it off in the sink would risk a clog, which would mean a visit from maintenance and Ettore. “I’m done for the day.”

He didn’t reply, only grunted his acknowledgment. He never moved as you continued to wrap up your work – cleaning your tools, sweeping the dirt that had made its way out of the beds, and washing your hands. Still just watching you.

At least it confirmed that it wasn’t the gardening he found ‘relaxing.’

Finally, you discarded your rags in the laundry bin. It would need to be taken out soon – it was ready today, but you were already running later than you wanted. In just ten minutes, you had an ‘appointment’ with Dr. Dibs, and you didn’t want to make her angry. Again. Doing so has become kind of a bad habit of yours.

So, you turned to face Ettore, who continued to stare at you as you stepped within a few feet of him. He stood a little taller at your approach, puffing his chest out as that near-rabid hunger took over his eyes once more.

Your stomach fluttered, and you told yourself it was only because you were nervous about whatever Dibs planned to do to you tonight.

But then the corner of his mouth quirked up, and your heart sank at the realization that it was because you – or rather, your traitorous, repressed body – found Ettore attractive.

Murderer. Rapist. Monster.

He would be just your type if you didn’t know why he was here. You had never been able to resist a good jawline, and his could cut fucking glass. And as you took another step closer, his height became just as enticing. You always told people you only liked tall men so they could reach things for you. But really, you just loved the feeling of having a big, strong man to protect you.

No one had looked at you like you needed protection in years. No, you were now what people needed protection from.

“Though she be but little she is fierce,” the lawyer had said when convincing the jury to not be put off by your size. A fitting quote, since Shakespeare himself had inspired some of the more gruesome details of your crime.

And now, you couldn’t help but take another step forward, then another. All along, savoring how far back you had to tilt your head to look into those beautiful blue eyes.

God, as he tilted his chin back as well, the bright lights of the garden set them blazingly bright and the bluest you’d ever seen them. They were even better than the sky back home…

You forced yourself to look away when you felt heat begin to pool between your thighs. Instead, you stared over his shoulder to the hall, trying not to snap when you heard him laugh slightly at your movement. Was the blush you felt visible?

“You’re in my way,” you said, your voice more of a whisper than you intended.

When his smirk faded, and his lips – very pretty lips, you realized – fell slightly open, you thought he would have some cutting remark. But he only stepped to the side to allow you through.

As you passed him, you were close enough to catch his scent. Everyone on the ship used the same soap, so how did he smell so different? Beneath the clinical smell you all carried, there was something deeper, more masculine.

You really needed to calm down before your appointment with Dibs. She knew you didn’t use the Box – not after that first time had failed to get you off, despite the engineering genius of the contraption – so seeing you this riled would lead to questions you didn’t want to answer.

Touching other inmates was against the rules. And even if this wasn’t touching… even thinking this way about another prisoner may incur her wrath.

So, you walked a more than respectable distance away from him before turning back. He was still half-in, half-out of the garden. But he wasn’t staring at you anymore, but rather at the poppies...

When was the last time he had seen a beautiful flower?

You glanced at your watch again. You barely had enough time to make it to the infirmary.

“I need to lock the door,” you said, drawing his gaze back to you.

His brow furrowed slightly as he glanced from you back to the door, then back to you again. He sucked his teeth as he looked at you in condescending disbelief. “You need to lock up flowers?”

“It’s protocol,” you answered. Perhaps your tone was a bit harsher than it needed to be, but you were both criminals - murderers. He could handle a little bitchiness. “And there’s more than just flowers in there.”

Ettore let out a laugh that was little more than a hard exhale, but the twinkle in those eyes told you that he was indeed amused. Then, crossing his arms, showing off the odd, triangular tattoo on his forearm, he stepped away from the door.

You would have to walk by him again to get to the door. Perhaps he was cleverer than you gave him credit for – if you had previously given him any credit at all.

If you weren’t so pressed for time, you might have stayed to tease him some more. This was surprisingly fun, even when you knew what he wanted from you and what he had done to get it from other women. You were just that bored.

And horny. You were very, very horny.

That would be what got you in trouble.

You scoffed, pushing past him to lock the door. It took all your effort to slip the key in as your fingers trembled at the feeling of him hovering over you, his breath hot on your neck as he stepped closer to you.

This shouldn’t make you horny. On the contrary, it should make you afraid. But still…

When the door finally locked, you spun around quickly, tucking the key between your fingers like a claw – something one of the college policemen once told you about.

But Ettore stepped back – once, twice. And then the was pressed against the wall opposite you. His stare was still hungry, and you could easily see how heavy his breathing had become, but he didn’t advance.

“I have to go,” you told him, unsure why you were doing it. It wasn’t like you needed his permission or even wanted it. “I have an appointment with Dibs.”

His eyes darkened then. Not with lust or animalistic hunger, but rage. It was almost… possessive?

It was gone as soon as it appeared, replaced by his usual empty stare. Still, you did not dare move, not after whatever it was you just saw.

“Can I…?” Ettore gritted his jaw and looked away, his hands balling into fists at his sides. You didn’t know if he was about to cry or kill you – and you didn’t know which would be worse. He still looked away from you as he continued, “Can I come here again tomorrow? Just to watch.”

You should immediately forbid it. It was wrong, it was a bad idea, and it was just fucking weird. But as the hour chimed on your watches, you realized you couldn’t leave when he looked so desperate, almost sad. And you definitely couldn’t say anything to make that horrible expression worse.

“Yeah,” you whispered. You turned as he looked back at you to shut off the alarm on your watch. Dr. Dibs would be pissed at you, of that, you were sure. At the moment, though, it didn’t seem to matter. Not when his eyes lit up again, not from any light, but with excitement. “If you have nothing better to do, I guess that’s fine.”

The corners of Ettore’s lips quirked up like he would smile, but he quickly corrected it and set his mouth in a straight line. He didn’t want you to know just how excited he was, but you did anyways – he wasn’t a great liar. Tipping his head in an attempt at indifference, he sniffed before speaking. “Yeah, wicked.”

You winced a little at his pathetic attempt to seem cool, but it faded quickly when your watch beeped again. This wasn’t an alarm or the chiming of the hour but a summons. If you didn’t obey it, you knew Dibs would happily use the stupid watch to deliver a steady stream of low-level electric shocks until you did.

She was just as much of a killer as the rest of you – worse than some, if the rumors were right. Why should she have such authority over the rest of you?

It was pointless to question it, and even the beginnings of the line of thought had ruined your mood. So much so that you didn’t say anything else to Ettore before turning away from him and stalking down the hall toward the infirmary.

After you had disappeared around the corner, Ettore took a deep breath, silently congratulating himself on handling that almost like a real person would. Then, he turned in the opposite direction as you. He was due to clean the canteen before dinner. But fuck that. He needed the Box – now.

-

Dibs had been pissed. Not only that you were late to your appointment, but that you were so obviously turned on when you got there. It wasn’t like you could hide it, not when she immediately ordered you into the stirrups and got a front-row seat to your weeping and flushed cunt.

“Have you been using the Box?” she asked, that sickeningly sweet smile plastered across her face.

You pursed your lips, looking away. “No.”

Her smile faded, and her eye twitched. “And yet here you are, practically dripping.” She reached for something on her tray, but you couldn’t see what. You had a pretty good guess, anyway. “Well, at least it makes my job easier.”

It had been anything but fucking ‘easy,’ you thought as you cradled your aching abdomen. Under the pretense that you were already wet enough, she had shoved her speculum into you hard and fast – and without lube.

If you thought her tests and procedures had been uncomfortable before… they were downright torturous yesterday. Especially since she conveniently ‘forgot’ to give you any numbing agents or sedatives. And definitely no painkillers.

Not even the sedative you were served with dinner had helped. For the first time since you boarded this godforsaken ship, you hadn’t slept.

Thankfully, you had little work to do in the garden besides waiting for the poppies to drop their petals. But you didn’t want to just wallow in your pain, so you decided to sit at the edge of the bed where your little willow tree resided.

It wasn’t growing very fast, likely because it didn’t have the room it needed or deserved. Still, you were happy with the progress it had made. When the ship first took off, it was little more than a bonsai. Now, it stood a good eight feet tall – the only plant you needed your step stool to tend.

In truth, it didn’t need much tending. Trees never do unless they are very young or something is wrong. But sitting next to it, examining the patterns in its long leaves and tracing lines up its trunk, was spectacularly soothing.

You had never considered harvesting anything from it. Not yet. It was too little still, and you didn’t want to risk damaging it permanently since you couldn’t simply order a new start. But as another pulse of pain surged through your stomach, you found yourself reaching for a lower branch.

All you needed was a small twig to chew on. It was an ancient Egyptian remedy, one that eventually led to the invention of Aspirin. And even if the sedative didn’t help, perhaps something more natural, something you had grown yourself, would.

You had just wrapped a hand around the branch when you felt a large hand close around your shoulder.

Instinct kicked in, and you whirled around, freeing yourself from your attacker’s grasp. Without processing who it was, you threw your arms out, shoving with all your might. “Get the fuck away from me!”

You only recognized Ettore after you had backed into the wall. He had also fallen on his ass and crawled backward on the floor – apparently, you were stronger than you thought. Any amusement at the fact died when you saw the anger burning in those eyes.

It was entirely possible that you just really fucked up.

But your adrenaline, from the pain and the scare he had just given you, was racing too hot and fast to let you consider that possibility.

“What are you doing?” you spat. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Ettore’s face grew even more furious, if that was even possible. His eyes burned as bright as any fire you had ever seen. It was beautiful and deadly. “You fucking… you said I could come watch you!”

Damn it, you did say that.

But it was before Dr. Dibs had been such a cunt.

And she had only done it because he got you horned up like you were a pathetic high schooler.

“Well, now I changed my fucking mind!” you shouted. If you could stand, you would have. Towering over him and just screaming your heart out would feel so good. But you hurt too much to even entertain the thought. “I don’t want you here – I don’t want you!”

Ettore shattered.

You watched it happen as your venomous words left your lips.

His face fell, his eyes began to water, and even his tattoos seemed to go dull.

At that moment, he was not Ettore, the murderer, rapist, and monster.

He was just a boy – the both of you were barely more than teenagers when you left Earth – and he was broken.

You broke him.

You looked on in horror as his trembling lips set into a hard line that echoed in his harsh brow, and the tears in his beautiful eyes faded to reveal a primal rage that chilled your blood.

There he was.

Murderer. Rapist. Monster.

Ettore stood slowly, like a tiger rising from its crouch upon realizing its prey has no escape – that it could play.

But then he looked away from you, sniffed, and moved for the door.

His leaving without doing anything to you should have made you feel overwhelming relief, but it did not. Instead, a great yawning pit of guilt and regret opened in your chest, hurting nearly as much as your wounded core.

You tried to call out to him, take your words back, and apologize, but all that came out was a short yelp of pain. This time, it was accompanied by wetness between your legs – and not the pleasant kind.

As you folded over, burying your face in your knees as you pulled them into your chest, Ettore paused halfway out the door.

He’d heard noises like that before. From other women in pain – pain that he caused. His lip twitched, and his head tilted out of his control, the movement more animal than human.

You were helpless and apparently wounded. This was his chance.

But as he turned to face you, he caught sight of the poppies you so lovingly tended to the day before. With the memory of your soft smile as you cupped a particularly pretty bloom, one that was a deeper pink than the others, he was able to pull back on the reins of that instinct.

Just slightly, but just enough.

“You hurt?” he asked, his voice strained.

You nodded into your legs and lifted your head without meeting his eyes. “I think… I think I’m bleeding.”

Ettore was frozen, his hands flexing, relaxing, and balling into fists as he tried to keep hold of those inner reins. If he was smart, he would leave. Go straight to the Box and fuck himself until this hateful urge was gone. If he was a good person, he would offer his help.

He was not smart. And he was most definitely not a good person.

But something about you and those goddamned poppies woke what little was left of his humanity and made him want to try.

So, he just stood there, staring at your helpless form as he fought a vicious war inside himself.

You watched him. Watched as his eyes flicked over every inch of your body with dizzying speed, as various parts of his body twitched and flexed. You’d never seen anything like it before, except…

The vague memory of a play you went to on a middle school field trip reemerges. Your whole grade was reading Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and it just happened to coincide with the local community theater’s production of the play.

It wasn’t a good play. Even at twelve, you could tell it was objectively bad. But the man who played Jekyll and Hyde was decent (one of your classmates told you he was their pediatrician), mainly when he performed the ‘transformation.’ You hadn’t been able to look away as he contorted; every movement was desperate, halting, and frantic.

Not unlike how Ettore moved as he watched you.

When he came out of the fog that had settled over his eyes, which Ettore would you get? Did he even have a Jekyll to his Hyde?

You knew you should take the opportunity of his distraction to run. The infirmary would be best, but it would mean seeing Dr. Dibs again. You had no desire to admit that you needed her help. The showers were also an option, but it would allow others to see you in a weakened state. You didn’t want to admit weakness. Besides, Dibs would hear about that as well.

So, even though you knew it was stupid, you decided to take the biggest risk of them all.

“Ettore…?” You called his name softly, unsure of the pronunciation. Whether it was right or wrong, he didn’t seem to mind. He locked eyes with you, and his nostril flared as though he really was a predator and could smell the blood you were now confident was leaking from you. “I need your help.”

His eyes widened slightly, and he looked like he would run from you. But beyond another twitch of his head, he did not move.

“Please?” you begged. You felt pathetic, but you kind of were, so you tried not to let it bother you too much. “I don’t think I can stand on my own.”

Ettore’s brows furrowed at that, and his lips went from a near-sneer to a determined frown. Then, with a lumbering gait, he approached you in only a few steps, holding a hand out in front of him for you to take.

You stared at his hand for a moment, admiring the elegant length of his fingers. And then you realized: he was shaking.

It was subtle, but it was there.

Tilting your head, you looked up at his face. Apart from the slight widening of his eyes, it was again set in passivity. But what was more peculiar than his trembling or his expression was the fact that he was steadfastly refusing to look at you.

Indeed, those blue eyes were set on the softly swaying leaves of your willow, tracking their movement like the tree would attack him if he looked away.

You were so used to his eyes on you. Was it wrong that you wanted it back?

Before you could ponder the answer, you raised an arm to take his hand. He squeezed your fingers painfully as he helped you onto your feet.

The pain surged again as you stood, causing your knees to buckle the second Ettore let go of your hand. You stumbled, falling against his chest.

It was no more than instinct that had him wrapping his long arms around your shoulders and waist to catch you. An instinct that his brain was yelling at him to abandon you and let you fall.

It was too dangerous to touch you, to feel your soft skin as his hand accidentally slipped into the side of your overalls – why the fuck were the sides so low when your shirt was so short?

At the sensation of your hot breath against the sensitive skin of his neck, he let out an involuntary groan as he tightened his grip on you.

He had to get away. Now. As fast as possible. He didn’t want to hurt you. He really didn’t. But his blood was singing with desire, more intoxicating than any liquor or drug. Keeping his fingers from digging into your flesh possessively was almost painful, and he was so, so hard.

The reins were slipping…

You felt it, his hard length pressed into your stomach as you brought your hands to his chest to steady yourself.

You should push him away again. Slap him. Yell at him. Kick him as hard as you could right on that hard, impressively long length.

But you did none of it.

“I need to get to my worktable,” you whispered, “there’s a medkit there. And…”

You looked into his eyes, watching them dilate even further as you finished your request. “I’ll need help getting out of my overalls.”

That blue you were so entranced by was all but gone. Ettore looked like a man possessed, his breathing heavy and heaving as he lowered his chin to look into your eyes.

There was no way he heard you correctly. You knew what he was, what he had done. And you were smart, so much smarter than him. Far too smart to ever ask someone like him to take off your clothes. Even if it were to help you with an injury – an injury he still couldn’t see.

But then your eyes squeezed shut, and you fell forward to bury your face in his shoulder as you moaned in pain.

And then…

Then your right hand moved up his chest to wrap around his neck. Not to choke or hurt, but just to hold.

He expected your hands to be rough from working in the garden all day, but they weren’t. No, your fingers were unfairly, unbearably soft as they swept across his bare skin, coming to rest against the tattoo on the side of his neck.

When was the last time anyone touched him like this – tenderly and without fear? It had been years, even before he was put on this doomed ship.

Ettore almost came just from that simple touch.

More intense than even the extraordinary pleasure was the feeling of near calm that washed over him. It soothed the pain he felt in every muscle and quieted the violent, primal urges roaring within his chest. They weren’t gone, but they were further away.

It made it easier to take the reins.

“The worktable…” he breathed as his grip on you relaxed slightly. He still held you firm enough to keep you standing, but you no longer worried you would bruise.

You pulled away slightly, noting the way he whimpered and winced like a scolded puppy as you slowly removed your hand from around his neck. “Yes.”

He nodded frantically, sniffing and taking a few deep breaths. As if he needed to prepare himself for the short walk to the table. Then, moving with a slowness that suggested the motion took all his concentration, he lowered his arm from your shoulders.

When Ettore turned to the worktable, even with his other arm still around your waist, you felt a rush of unwelcome cold. Even when you were still clothed and the garden was kept at a balmy temperature.

He walked slowly. Perhaps you would have thought it was out of concern for you and your pain, but you knew by now that this was hard for him.

Indeed, when he pulled away after you were leaned against the table, a faint sheen of sweat had broken out across his brow. His breathing was still rapid, and his eyes were glassy, as if he were several shots in.

“Ettore?” When he met your eyes again, you looked down at the buttons on your shoulders holding your overalls up. He followed your gaze and made a choking sound when he realized what you meant. “If I let go of the table, I think I’ll fall.”

It wasn’t just his hands shaking now, but all of him. So much so that you couldn’t tell whether he was nodding or just shaking that badly.

Either way, he reached for the first button on your left shoulder. It took him a few tries, but he got it done. The strap fell, and one side of the overalls slumped, revealing the tight white shirt beneath that left very little to the imagination.

Ettore growled.

What the fuck? Humans don’t growl. At least, you had never heard it.

And yet he did.

A flicker of fear started in your chest, and you chose to focus on that rather than the bloom of something else lower within you.

He began to reach a hand, tense and shaking, towards your breast. But inches away, you caught his wrist. You had to lean further against the table not to fall, but you weren’t letting go.

“The other button, please.” Though you spoke quietly, the command was clear.

You only released his arm when he looked into your eyes and confirmed with a twitch of his lip that he heard you. He clenched and unclenched his fist several times before finally going for the other button.

It took him even longer to get this one undone. But at least he didn’t growl again when the other half of the overall’s torso fell limp around your waist. His eyes did linger on your breasts, but you let it happen.

You had great tits. And he deserved a little reward for helping you, didn’t he?

So, you let him have a few seconds to just stare. As long as he didn’t try to touch again. Because you didn’t want that, right?

Ettore’s gaze fell further, to where the overalls were just barely hanging onto your waist. You said you were bleeding, but he still hadn’t seen it. So just where was your injury?

His cock twitched, and he was sure you could see it through the thin scrub pants he was forced to wear as he realized what would happen next. “You need ‘em all the way off, eh?” He hated how weak and shaky his voice sounded, but he supposed it was better than growling. You hadn’t reacted well to that. “Do you need me to…?”

“Yeah,” you affirmed. Of course, you knew you should say something about burying your spade in his chest if he tried anything. But the fact that he was asking, rather than just ripping the garment off, made you feel almost safe in having him do this. Almost.

You would feel even better about it if you couldn’t see his dick straining against his pants and twitching almost as much as he was.

C'est la vie, you supposed. Though that probably applied more to something trivial, like your school’s football team losing a game they should have won, than you being forced to ask a serial rapist and murderer to take off your pants. But close enough.

You shivered when he lowered his hands to your waist, causing him to pull back slightly. “It’s fine,” you assured him. “Keep going. I’m fine.”

Ettore nodded and fixed his eyes on the bottom drawer of the table as he took the thin fabric of the overalls between his fingers and started pulling them down. Really, he could have just nudged them, and they would have fallen to the floor. But he kept them in his grip as he lowered himself into a kneeling position.

He never once looked at you. Not at your ankles, or your legs, or the apex of your thighs – which were covered with more blood than you expected.

Damn it.

You considered what to do next as Ettore remained on the floor, carefully slipping the overalls over your feet. A difficult task when he refused to look at what he was doing.

By the time he finished, and you felt very much like Donald Duck – shirt, shoes, but no pants – you knew what you had to ask.

It was the stupidest thing you’d ever done.

“As long as you’re down there,” you said, your joking tone flatter than you intended, “the medkit’s in the drawer just to your left. Can you grab it and… and help me onto the table?”

Ettore didn’t reply but yanked the drawer open and grabbed the medkit. After tossing it on the table, he rose. Then, still not looking at you, he wrapped his arms around you again – one around your waist, the other around your upper thighs – and lifted you onto the table.

God, you felt so good in his arms. You were the perfect size, like you were made for him to hold. Warm and soft and… wet?

His eyes shot to the arm that had been wrapped around your legs. And both of you looked on in horror as you realized it was now covered in blood – your blood.

For the first time, you saw a look of disgust come over Ettore’s face.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, voice breaking as tears of embarrassment began to fall. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry!”

But he didn’t say anything. Instead, Ettore simply stalked over to the utility sink a few feet from the worktable and slammed the faucet on. He didn’t wait for the water to heat before shoving his arm under it.

You watched in humiliation, fumbling to lower your panties as he grabbed the soap and began to scrub. “I’m so sorry,” you said again, ripping open the medkit to find a packet of gauze you could press between your legs. “Ettore, I’m so sorry!”

He shook his head as he scrubbed harder and harder, until his skin burned from more than the searingly hot water. You were bleeding, you were hurt, and all he had been thinking about was how much he’d like to fuck you.

It had never stopped him before, not with any of the other girls. He had never minded having their blood on him. He savored it, actually. But it had been him who made them bleed. You…

“Who?” he growled, stilling his scrubbing but keeping the arm under the water. The burning distracted him from the desire to find someone to hurt. Because he needed to hurt someone. Badly. Preferably whoever did this to you, but he wasn’t picky.

You didn’t want to tell him, not when you recognized that look in his eyes. It meant violence – retribution. You had seen that same look in your eyes when you watched the recap of your trial from your cell, and your lawyer was telling the jury, in excruciating detail, why you had killed your victim.

For a moment, you thought about trying to pass it off as you just being on your period. But he wouldn’t buy it. Not after what you’d already told him. Besides, all the women on the ship were synced, and your periods were still two weeks away.

Finally fed up with your silence, Ettore shut off the water and turned back to you, not bothering to dry his arms. He just prowled back to you, standing between your spread legs as he stared deep into your eyes without a glance at your mostly exposed cunt. You turned away, not wanting to face the darkness in his eyes, but he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him.

“Who?”

You bit your lip and fought to get free of his grip, but to no avail. Knowing then that it was hopeless, you locked eyes with him again as you said simply, “Dibs.”

He growled again, not with hunger, but with rage.

And then he turned away.

He would hurt her, you realized. He would kill her.

You weren’t opposed to the idea, but you were opposed to what would come next. What the other prisoners would do to Ettore afterward. And perhaps you as well, since he would do it for you.

Before you knew it, your hand had shot out to grab his shirt, and he froze.

“Don’t,” you pled. When you tugged on his shirt to draw him back to you, he only resisted for a moment before coming back toward you. “It was just her punishment. I’ll be fine. She wouldn’t… damage me permanently. She needs me intact for her experiments. I promise, she was just being a cunt.”

Ettore cocked his head and pursed his lips like he would argue, but you couldn’t have that. So, you lifted the gauze from between your legs to show him how the blood flow had already stemmed somewhat.

“See? It’s already getting better.” But your weak, reassuring smile fell when you realized what you had just done.

He realized at the same time, and he could not stop his eyes from dropping to what you just made visible to him.

His erection had begun to flag while he cleaned your blood from his arm, but there was no stopping it now. Not when he had a full view of what he had been dreaming of for weeks.

Just like the rest of you, your pussy was so pretty. He wanted to kiss it, stroke it, fuck it. His blood hummed with the desire, and he barely stopped himself from diving forward. He closed his fingers around yours where they bunched the front of his shirt. The feeling of your skin against his was his salvation, an anchor to his humanity.

Not you, he told himself.

Not you, who didn’t look at him in fear or disgust. At least, not entirely.

Not you, the only person since his mother died to touch him with anything other than aggression.

Not you, who had trusted him, even knowing what he was.

Murderer. Rapist. Monster.

“Please.” His plea was hardly more than a breath. Pathetic. “Please, let me go.”

For even with your touch, he was losing his grip on the reins. If he stayed here one second longer, he would do something he really didn’t want to do. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

You could see how much danger you were in, but you did not let go. No, you tightened your grip on his shirt, pulling him closer and closer until your forehead rested against his.

Finally, you could look into those eyes and remember the sky back home as you had wanted to for so long.

But the sky wasn’t enough.

You wanted him.

You knew you couldn’t have him fully, couldn’t do what you really wanted. Not when you were injured like this.

Still, you brought your other hand to his chest, feeling him shiver as your fingers traveled lower and lower. Finally, you rest your palm against his length through his scrubs, feeling a sense of satisfaction when his hips cant slightly forward into your grip.

He didn’t have to say anything for you to know he wanted this as much as you do. But, of course, he did. When was the last time a woman touched him there, let alone willingly? The thought should have disgusted you, but it didn’t.

Perhaps you were just as much of a monster as he was,

“Dibs will punish us if she finds out we did this,” you whispered, your lips mere inches away from his. “But I don’t really care, do you?”

Ettore shook his head, his eyes burning like the fires of hell, where you both belonged. He was so close to breaking, losing himself, losing control. He was little more than an animal following the primal instinct to mate.

But letting you take control – and you were undoubtedly in control now – made it easier. For once, it wasn’t him who had to pull back on the reins. Not when he gave them to you.

He nodded vigorously. He wanted you. He didn’t care that he didn’t deserve it. And he didn’t care that you were probably just as monstrous as he was. He just wanted you.

You smiled, pressing a single kiss to the corner of his lips before sliding your hand past the waistbands of his scrubs and boxers and taking hold of him.

He immediately let out a pitiful cry as his stomach tightened, and he had to concentrate so hard not to come before you had even begun to move your hand. It was only made worse when you giggled at his struggle. The sound was sweet and light and utterly infuriating.

Needing to shut you up, Ettore brought his hands back around your waist as he tugged you to the table’s edge. He leaned forward to kiss you, but you pushed against him, holding him back. Then, tensing, he grunted, a low, throaty sound and a begging.

“I know,” you whispered, mock sympathy barely disguising your amusement. “I know what you want. Believe me, I want it to.” You laughed again as you began to pump him slowly, collecting the precum on his tip with every stroke to ease your movements. “You can kiss me another time. Right now, I just want to look at you. Is that okay?”

His hands tensed around your waist, and for a few seconds, he looked like he would let that animal loose and lunge at you. Like he would kiss you with all the pent-up frustrations of an entire life spent unwanted.

But he stopped, looking from where your hand disappeared below his pants to your eyes. And he nodded. Not a small, weak movement, but a firm, final motion.

He would allow it.

He would allow you to do whatever you wanted.

You smiled broadly, and again, he had to hold back his release. He wanted this to last forever.

At last, you released Ettore’s shirt from where you had bunched it with your offhand, raising it to his neck. You traced each line of his maze-like tattoo as you sped your movements, savoring each wince and whine he let out. Cataloging each reaction to figure out, without him having to say a word, exactly what he liked best.

And what you liked best. You were particularly fond of how his eyes would squeeze shut, and his mouth would fall open each time you grazed your thumb over his leaking head, following a short trail up and down his slit.

It was such a mesmerizing sight that you brought your hand up from his neck to touch his face. Every movement of one hand was echoed by the other as you explored each feature.

The severe line of his jaw. His large chin. The sharp cheekbones and flat brow. His long, elegant nose. The pink plush of his lips, from which he let out such tantalizing moans and whimpers.

Once you had taken in every inch of his face, you cupped his jaw in your left hand to feel it work as you sped the ministrations of your right hand. His eyes squeezed even further shut, and he grunted like an animal. But you didn’t stop. You only went faster and faster.

“Are you nearly finished?” you asked teasingly.

Ettore cracked open his eyes, looking from your taunting smile to your hand, working him so skillfully, then back to you. He moaned almost inaudibly, and that animalistic hunger returned to his eyes. He had been locked in a cage for too long, and now you had set him free.

“Yes,” he moaned, almost too quiet to hear.

You brought your thumb to rest against his lower lip, smiling at the feeling of his increasingly frantic breath against her.

For so long, you had feared this man. And now he was reduced to putty in your hands.

With a mischievous twinkle in your eyes, you pressed your thumb further into his lip and let your other hand slow, ignoring his protestations. “Before I let you finish,” you said, your voice tauntingly innocent, “I need you to answer a question for me. Can you do that?”

Ettore’s body jerked wildly as he desperately tried to regain some of the friction you had just deprived him of, but his eyes stayed locked on yours.

He knew he would do anything you asked him to then.

If you asked him to jump? He’d ask how high.

If you demanded he get down on his knees and beg? He’d do so happily.

If you told him to throw himself out of the airlock? He wouldn’t hesitate.

Compared to what he would do, what you actually asked of him seemed so simple.

“Fine…” he gasps, tightening his grip on your waist as though you would pull away. “What is it?”

You smirked, savoring that dark look in his eyes. How could you ever have been scared of it?

Then you squeezed his pulsing cock, just past the point of pleasure, to emphasize the power you held over him.

And, of course, he loved it. Groaning as his head toppled over into your shoulder. You carded your hand through his short hair as you whispered in his ear, “What feels better, my hand or the Box?”

Any pain, any embarrassment at being so pathetically at your beck and call, or any emotion other than his desire for you faded at the question. All that mattered was you and your perfect touch.

It felt wonderful even when you tugged on his hair quite hard to make him face you again. The answer was written on his face, in every piece of the complete, utter joy he felt in every inch of him, but especially where your skin met his.

“You,” he said, the word like a prayer. “You.”

Your responding smile was wicked, and you almost went back on your promise not to kiss him. But you resisted and began pumping his cock at a breakneck pace, brushing each sweet spot with every stroke and letting your pinky graze against his balls each time you came to his base.

It takes every ounce of what little restraint Ettore had to not scream at the overwhelming bliss. It was so much, too much. It was everything.

But what finally pushed him over the edge was you leaning in again to whisper against his cheek, “Just wait until you feel my cunt, Ettore.”

There was a sharp gasp, a guttural cry, a whimper, and a grunt, and then he was spent. Thank God his boxers were thick, or there would have been a very obvious stain at the front of his scrubs.

Ettore whimpered again as he looked into your eyes again, unsure what this meant or what would happen next. He was so drunk on his release that words failed him, or else he no doubt would have said something stupid and ruined his chances of actually getting to experience what you had promised just before he came.

You removed your right hand from his pants, wrapping it around his neck like the left, soothingly stroking the peach fuzz at the base of his skull as he came down from his high.

There was a new look in those blue eyes. Not hungry, not animalistic. Not angry or predatory. No, it was almost reverent.

Who would have ever thought that Ettore, the murderer, rapist, and monster, was capable of a look like that?

You parted your lips and leaned ever so slightly into him. “Thank you,” you whispered against his lips. “For letting me just watch. I think… after giving me that, you deserve a treat, don’t you?”

Ettore didn’t move. Didn’t speak. He couldn’t. He could only stare at you as pleading vulnerability crept over his face. The look of a puppy begging for a treat.

Then, he nodded, his only pleading answer.

You ran a hand through his hair again, making him wait just a moment more. “Kiss me, Ettore.” His eyes went wide at the command. “Kiss me the way you really want to.”

His throat bobbed, and he nodded again, still holding your gaze. Then, before you could even take a breath, he pounced.

Ettore’s lips were hot on yours as he kissed you deeper and more passionately than you’d ever been kissed before. It took only a moment before it felt like your souls were melding together for how close he held you. He did not relent until you were both struggling for breath.

Even then, he kept his lips pressed against yours as though he wasn’t quite ready to let you go.

“Thank you,” he said softly, the sound sending tingles up your spine.

You just sat there, smiling against him for a moment, wishing you could have taken him inside you. Perhaps you were fine now, and if he could get hard again, you could…

But then your watches both beeped the hour. He’d been there an hour. Someone was bound to notice he wasn’t scrubbing the halls soon.

So, you reluctantly pushed him away, heart clenching as he weakly fought to hang on to you. “I want to come back,” he whined.

You didn’t reply as you dressed again, your pain mostly gone, and pulled a clean rag out of another worktable drawer for him to clean himself. As you went to shut the drawer, an idea sparked in your mind. You grabbed another rag and ran to the sink, bunching the cloth as you moved.

Ettore looked on in confusion as you shoved the rag down and down into the drain until you couldn’t reach it anymore. But then realization set in, and he grinned wickedly.

You turned to him and returned the smile. “I think I may need to call maintenance tomorrow.”

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More of @chrisrin‘s gemcyt au :D part 2 to this!

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Earth is…different.

It’s been raining for three days, (at least that’s what Etho called it, back when they landed). Three days of rain, no light from this system’s sun. Outside is reflecting how he feels inside, gray and storming and he’s-

He’s never going to see his diamond again.

It’s fine. That’s fine. He doesn’t think about it. He can’t think about it, not when it makes him feel like he’s raining.

He’s thinking about it.

She was beautiful, graceful- let him speak and laughed at his jokes. She complimented his fighting, thanked him when he helped her with even the smallest things- things he shouldn’t have been thanked for, in all honesty, like opening doors, or turning off the lights.

Stars, he’s really never going to see her again.

He curls further into himself. He’d reformed with a hooded cloak this time, the desire to hide manifesting physically as soon as he’d Reformed on the ship. He’d had to Reform twice, the first he did himself, without Etho saying he could. He’d been poofed immediately and whisked back into a drawer for what felt like centuries.

After they made it outside, he was allowed to Reform after the ship took off again. Etho said his hair turned black.

He doesn’t know what Etho’s talking about. He can see it, when he looks up at his fringe. It’s a darker green now.

It doesn’t matter. He’s never going to see his diamond again.

“Pearl?” Etho sing songs, footsteps crunching across the dirt of the kindergarten, “Peaaarl, you in here?”

Pearl stuck himself into one of the many gem-shaped holes in the wall, pressed as far back as he could manage, grateful his cloak is dark enough to blend in with the walls, “Go away, Etho.”

“I brought some friends,” Etho says, his face popping into view as he leans over the opening, setting down an oil lamp to light up the space, “you up for some chitchat?”

Pearl tugs his hood down. “Not really.”

“They’re nice, I promise,” Etho assures him, “they’re some of Impulse’s friends! Impulse was nice, right?”

“I guess.”

Impulse was nice, Etho’s right. Their little tour of Earth’s Gem Base had been brief but informative, with a few landmarks. Impulse’s forge. A warp pad. A crash site. Then Pearl got overwhelmed and ran, warping at random and landing in a kindergarten. Nobody came after him.

Until now.

“Do you wanna come out?” Etho asks.

“Not really.”

Etho laughs, “fair enough,” and disappears.

New footsteps- Pearl catches a flash of green and blue outside.

“I brought an aquamarine and a peridot,” Etho explains, voice louder now that he’s further away from the opening, “Grian and Mumbo. They want to talk to you about stuff.”

“Goodie.”

Etho bids him goodbye, and leaves. Then the aquamarine pushes his way into the hole, with a wide, one-eyed grin. There’s more than enough room for the two of them and all the rain water he’s bringing in here, but Pearl curls further into himself anyway.

“You’re Pink Diamond’s pearl,” remarks the aquamarine.

Pearl bristles, “I was Pink Diamond’s pearl.”

The aquamarine waves him off, “specifics don’t matter. All that matters is whether or not you’d like to overthrow the diamonds.”

Pearl freezes.

“Grian!” The peridot- Mumbo- scolds, “you can’t just say that!”

“Well, why not?” Grian turns around, his wings nearly whacking Pearl in the face, “it’s not like he can say no, if he goes back to Homeworld he’ll be shattered.”

They dissolve into bickering. Pearl doesn’t care. He can’t hear them.

Overthrow the diamonds.

It’s treason. Rebellion. He’s suddenly connecting dots he didn’t realize were there- the crash site. A hidden warp pad. So, so many mismatched gems living together in an uncharted, unregulated base. Not being allowed to Reform on the ship.

Oh stars- what has he gotten himself into?

The aquamarine yelps and disappears with a poof- Mumbo catches him, flustered when Pearl rushes past him, sword in hand, back to the warp pad, back to the warp, to warp, warp warp warp warp warp-

A blinding flash of light- he stumbles off the pad and falls to his knees.

Rebellion. Treason.

If he goes back to Homeworld, he’ll be shattered.

He’s being shattered right now, he thinks- that’s the only way he can think to explain this feeling. He’s being crushed, turned inside out, trying to reform in a place that’s too small. He shouldn’t be here- he’s raining- he should have stayed on Homeworld, should have let himself be-

Someone is humming.

He freezes. He’s good at this- disappearing into the background. He’s nothing. An accessory, a set piece.

He lifts his head.

They’re hovering over a lake (he hadn’t realized he’d warped to a lake), twisting in a way that looks like a dance, something bright and cloud-like in their arms. Something about their posture is familiar- friendly. Pearl pushes himself to his feet- his knees trembling, and forces himself forward.

One foot in front of the other. He makes out features- wings made of water. A bouquet of roses and sunflowers and little red things. Too big to be an aquamarine- a lapis? His gem a little to the left of where Pearl’s is, on his chest, right over where a human heart would be.

His humming has turned to singing. Pearl stops on the bank- he knows this lapis. This was one of the messengers, they used to talk all the time.

What is he doing on Earth?

The lapis bends over, dropping petals into the water, and notices Pearl with barely more than a glance.

“Oh, hello! You’re n-” he does a double take, eyes wide, his smile fond and familiar as if he remembers Pearl too, “you’re Pink Diamond’s pearl!”

This is the same lapis. The one he used to tease and trip in the hallways. They’d salute to each other- then to their diamond- then drop form and laugh. They made jokes- they called each other names and playful insults and make faces at each other when the diamonds weren’t looking. This lapis is- is like home, even after he disappeared for a hundred years without explanation- and he’s here right in front of him. Pearl feels like he’s being shattered all over again.

“Was,” he corrects, “I was Pink Diamond’s pearl.”

Lapis comes to hover in front of him, holding his bouquet. Pearl does not meet his eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“I uhm-” Pearl pulls his hood down over his eyes, “I fused with her.”

“Oh.”

Raindrops drip down his cheeks- he reaches up to wipe them away, turns his head to the sky and wonders how they’re getting on him if his hood is up. The sky is clear. Lapis lands in front of him, wings disappearing, his mouth a worried line.

“Why is it raining on my face?” Pearl whispers.

Lapis smiles, quiet, warm, and gently pulls Pearl’s hood down to rest on his shoulders, “you’re crying.”

Pearl sniffles, “what does that mean?”

“It means your eyes are making rain on your face,” he explains, still gentle. He tucks a little yellow rose over Pearl’s ear.

“How do I make it stop?”

“It’ll stop on its own, eventually.”

Pearl wipes his eyes on his sleeves. He feels exposed without his hood.

“Lapis-“

“Jimmy.”

Pearl makes a face, “what?”

“My name is Jimmy.”

Pearl scoffs, furiously wiping his eyes again, “what is with you Earth gems and your weird names.”

Jimmy laughs, moving to sit next to Pearl and tugging him down with him, “who have you met?”

“Impulse,” Pearl says, “which sounds dumb, and Mumbo, which sounds dumber, and Grian which sounds like grain!”

Jimmy laughs and nods again, “that’s us.”

“Stupid,” Pearl snaps. He needs his eyes to stop raining now.

“Would you like an earth name?” Jimmy asks, and Pearl scoffs at him again.

His first thought is no, he doesn’t want one. But then he remembers treason, and he remembers rebellion, and he remembers that he’ll be shattered if he goes back to Homeworld, and he thinks of making fun of long winded messages from important gems and making faces at each other behind the Diamond’s backs.

Surely naming himself isn’t the worst thing he’s ever done.

“Maybe.”

“Go on then,” Jimmy says, nudging him with his shoulder. “There’s lots of things to choose from.”

And there are a lot of things to choose from.

He likes the J from Jimmy’s name- it’s a good sounds- he just doesn’t know what comes after it. He looks around for inspiration. Jake isnt right. Jloud sounds weird, and so does Jeaf.

He takes a rose from Jimmy’s bouquet and twirls it around in his fingers- he can’t name himself Jasper, even though he’s off color he wouldn’t ever name himself after another gem. He can’t call himself Jimmy either, because then he’d be naming himself Pearl all over again and that’d just lead to problems.

He thinks further back- Impulse was showing him something at camp. Barrels of something called oil- the stuff in the lamp. Stuff for cooking. It’s stuff that helps other stuff work like it’s supposed to. He figures that’s a good a thing as any.

“Joil.”

“Joil?” Jimmy dissolves into laughter.

“Wha- hey, it’s not like it’s better than Jimmy!”

“No, no, it’s worse!”

Pearl growls at him, trying to be upset, but the way Jimmy is doubled over, cracking up, makes it hard to keep a smile off his face.

“Oh-kay, it’s bad,” he admits, trying and failing in the not laughing department, “but do you have a better idea, oh great Jim?”

“Maybe,” Jimmy straightens, smiling wide, “‘Joil’s’ a bit awkward to say, is all. Why not try Joel?”

He’s gotta admit that is easier to say.

“That’s fine,” Joel says. “You can call me that.”

“Well then, it’s nice to meet you, Joel,” Jimmy says, ever smiling, “welcome to Earth.”

[lovelyjasmari]

Twisted Wonderland Reaction Part 17 ~ Special Edition

Hello everyone! 

So…it’s been a while since I’ve made one of these. Almost 2 years to be exact. But after book 5 forever changed how I engage with twst (for better and worse), I haven’t really been up to doing reaction posts anymore. Also after book 5 I actually began focusing more on the jp server since there were many things in the official translation that I found…lacking to say the least. 

But when twst jp released this mv on April fools day, I just knew I HAD to talk about it! I’m actually surprised more people aren’t. Probably the biggest thing about this mv is that in a lot of ways the narrative of book 5’s ending has changed now we have context to how NRC Tribe performed. I’ve seen a lot of posts on the bird app saying things like it makes sense now why they lost the VDC. 

I will say, this is definitely NOT a perfect performance. But as a former dancer with WAY too much time on their hands, I decided to analyze this. So for context, I did a mix of ballet and jazz for eleven years and in 2017 I decided to return to dance and have been dancing consistently ever since. To judge this fairly, I watched the MV several times, four times per member, (do the math and feel free to judge me). And with that, here are the things that stuck out to me the most. 

He is beauty, he is grace, HOW HE HELL DID HE NOT KICK EPEL IN THE FACE?!

Synchronization/symmetry 

The lack of synchronization was the first thing I noticed, ESPECIALLY in the first 30 seconds. The footwork is sloppy and Deuce and Ace in particular aren't as sharp with their moves as the other five. Rook seems to be the only one doing the choreography correctly because one point at 0:25 (and again at 3:31) where he bends his knee higher than the others and thanks to those fuckass uggs standing out so much, I couldn’t unsee it. At 1:03, 1:07, 2:07, and 3:00 Ace’s form is noticeably off as well.

And this may just be a personal hangup of mine but I found lack of symmetry between the boys at 1:14 very odd. Like, I don’t know how I can describe it but the way Epel tried to take center stage during his and Vil’s duet gave me the impression that wasn’t originally in the routine. At 1:13 there’s a split second where you can actually see Vil looking down at Epel like “...wut?” I immediately thought about that moment right before they go on stage where Epel offers to take on Vil’s solo’s because he looks so weak but Vil refuses. I wonder if Epel trying to take center like that is a callback to that exchange. Unfortunately, since the boys were perfectly symmetrical for the rest of the song, it stands out as awkward all the more. 

Kalim and Jamil

Lowkey, Kalim and Jamil both carried this performance after Vil. The little magic with the mic was a super nice touch and Kalim shines the most during the dance break. He seems to be having fun with it despite being in agony. What’s interesting is that after Ace and Deuce, Kalim is the most out of sync but he pulls it off well since I can tell he’s been on the stage before. Both he and Jamil are natural performers. 

Vil’s movements

So, this has been something of a headcanon of mine but it seems to have been proven correct with this mv. Vil has always struck me as someone who probably has a lot of classical dance training but little training in other styles like hip-hop or jazz. His movements are very graceful and elegant but almost…too elegant? I don’t know if that makes sense but they seem very smooth for this style of choreography.

AND THAT FUCKING GRAND JETE!!! Absolutely flawless but it feels SO out of place here! I will give him credit though, that is one of the most difficult jumps to pull off in ballet, and the fact he did that in fucking 5-inch heels right after the most mentally and physically traumatic episode of his life, it’s beyond impressive. And the fact he landed perfectly and so seamlessly moved into his final solo is even more remarkable. Still, that was the most jarring element of this choreography and I think it would still be out of place even if this was a “perfect” performance. 

Now here’s where I potentially piss people off

All in all this is a perfectly imperfect performance. Being completely objective and not taking my love for these characters into account, I honestly still don’t see how they lost. Well, I understand why but it still is fucked to me. I can understand Vil feeling like NRC Tribe didn’t perform their best since they were exhausted and hurting from dealing with his overblot. I can also understand that they were probably a lot more polished in rehearsal. But here’s the thing,  for a group of amateurs, I would probably expect this quality of performance even if they hadn’t had to deal with Vil’s overblot.

First off, the choreography is rather complex for beginners and requires a lot of synconization to look correct. But perfecting syncronization alone can take months and in larger groups sometimes even longer. To give an example, last year at my dance school, the kpop class did a TWICE cover that took us the better part of eight months to learn and we had to learn the chours in groups of three. And even then we still fucked up alot because again, none of us are professionals. If NRC Tribe can look like this after only ONE MONTH of training, that’s extremely impressive. Vil, can you train me please?? XD

As for having to perform right after beating OB Vil’s ass, again I was expecting to see A LOT more noticeable errors. And knowing what they all just went through honestly makes me admire this all the more. The thing is, it’s easy to be beautiful when everything is right and perfect in your world. But being able to smile even when you’re struggling and your heart is breaking is even more beautiful still. Personally, I don’t think I could perform even half as well if it were me. 

It’s unfortunate that we don’t have a MV of Neige’s performance so I could do a fully fair analysis. But if we look at all the evidence, it seems to me that NRC Tribe still gave a better performance. And I think the true tragedy here isn’t even that NRC Tribe lost since I think that was always a given considering the dynamic NRC and RSA has.

The true tragedy, I think, is that Vil could be convinced that this perfectly imperfect performance was still inferior to Neige’s. But I’ll leave that for another time. 

[kaythefloppa]

Wild Kratts - Our Blue and Green World: Part 1: Review [Spoilers]

Welp, here it is, the Wild Kratts TV movie (not to be confused with the feature film they've been teasing us with since 2021). There's been a lot of hype around this special and season, especially with how much the latter was being hyped up during the hiatus. Let's see if the blue and green bros were able to deliver: Spoilers under the cut

Well, this is certainly an attention grabber!

This entire live action intro is shot and edited like an animated Wild Kratts episode, it's glorious.

Woah, intro change!

They said the thing! They said the thing!

HELP THIS IS SO RELATABLE. Also, THE BOYS ARE FIGHTING

Lmao I don't think they do it very often, but using animals/nature in their insults is very creative.

Also, whooping crane episode when?

This entire song is mercifully short. Like most character sung songs in Wild Kratts, it's not good, but this at least is clever in its lyrics and its visuals. It feels like a Disney reference at best and I am content with that. I also ADORED seeing the Draco and Walrus Suit return again. It's arguably the best musical number in the series. No, that is not saying a lot.

MARTIN WHY ARE YOU THE ONE WHO'S MIFFED YOU NEARLY MUFASA'D YOUR LITTLE BROTHER

CHRIS WHY ARE YOU MILDLY INCONVENIENCED YOU GOT ACRAPHOBIA FALLING FROM THAT HEIGHT

When I first saw the clip, I thought that they were going somewhere with this, like they'd activate Peacock Powers at the end when they recognized the compatibility and blue and green. But nope. Wasted potential is an understatement.

Also, where the fuck are they right now? In a previous shot there was Target the Chameleon, implying that they've been to Madagascar, but that is an Indian peafowl, and as far as I'm concerned, they don't live in Madagascar. Were they just having an off-day? These animals have little to nothing to do with the plot when they really shouldn't have, so I don't see why they couldn't have just shown a projector image or something.

Remember when I joked about the Wild Pony Power Suit returning in S7.... fuck you Apollo.

Man, they are eating it up with the animation here. It's hard to tell with screengrabs but man, is it fluid.

The first half of this episode is mixed. While it feels like the brothers are incredibly stubborn, it also does make sense for them to be this fixated on their favorites. So I can totally buy this. It could've been insufferable to watch, but it wasn't.

As if YOU haven't spied on them since the first time your dorito-headed ass showed up on screen

Did you find that funny? Because not only do they do a similar joke like that later on, but they follow through on that joke in the most unexpected way you will shit your pants when you first ingest it.

Oh my god if they make a Creature Power Suit off of that bird, I will take back any diss I've made, that is so beautiful.

Good to know that Aviva put the button near the chest and not near the back.

Maybe it's just me but this is kinda pushing it. Chris is literally getting his organs crushed, I think that should matter more than A) being right or B) trying to get 2 people to stop fighting.

I'm loving the callback and what this leads up to but ew, all this does is remind me about how ugly bright the color pallatte in S6. Really glad they fixed it in S7.

HELL FUCKING YES

This episode finds really unique ways of showing how the two different biomes are interconnected. It's like Rainforest Stew's (very brilliantly handled) message only to a larger degree. Kids can learn a lot from this.

I fucking love this episode, man.

Honestly, the way they write Paisley in the first half of the episode is very in-line with her character. Most shows that do what this episode does has them be out-of-character as a set-up, but here, she's just roasting the fuck out of Zach. Once again, recontextualized entirely in the climax.

HOW THE FUCK DID HE GET TO MADAGASCAR FROM THE GODDAMN AMAZON IN ONE AFTERNOON THAT IS LIKE MORE THAN 1,000 MILES AWAY?? ARE ANACONDAS THAT FAST?????

Also, INDRIS!!!!! :D

I was frankly expecting this to horribly backfire but spoilers, it doesn't. This actually winds up working. Common Aviva W.

To be continued.... will the blue and green rivalry end? Will one prove superior over another? And will they be able to stop Zach and Paisley and save the planet earth? And will this change the adventures of the Wild Kratts team forever? Stay tuned for part 2!

Pros:

The live action segments.

The animation of the earth's model.

The musical number not being ass.

Paisely's catty behavior.

The Anaconda Suit.

The inventive ways they show how the stability of the Earth is complex. There are a lot of ways it functions and thus a lot of ways it needs to survive

The comedy.

Cons:

The villains do not do anything until the second half of this episode. In fact, they're left completely in the backdrop. I expected them to make their prescence known and for Aviva to invent the discs to get them together for the SAKE of fighting the villains. But no. It makes the stakes feel hollow, which is the opposite of what they should be gunning for in an hour long special that they hype the shit out of.

CONCLUSION:

It was an "okay" set-up. It did live up to some of the hype it had, but not all of it. Honestly if it wasn't for the second half of this episode, this movie would be mediocre or slightly above average, but no. They do pick themselves off the ground and... they do jump the shark. But we'll get to that next time