#riles;writes

[granddecoffee]

good girl

❥ note: i got a new rollerball perfume with this name and it smells. so good. also, so sorry this is late! school has been absolutely insane and i’ve barely had any time to write :,)

“what’s that smell?” he asks, staring at you intently. it’s hard to tell if he’s displeased—his brows are furrowed, maybe with confusion.

suddenly self conscious, you ask, “is it bad?”

he pauses, inhaling through his nose. “not at all. i just...” he trails off for a moment, distracted, staring off into space as he thinks. “something smells really, really good.”

he then turns his attention back to you. he takes a step toward you, inhaling again. 

“it’s you,” he says, now standing so close that you have to look up to see his face. 

so, so gently, he places a hand on the back of your neck, carefully turning your head. he brushes your hair back, exposing your skin. you feel your heart beating in your throat, your face warming at the intimacy of it all. 

he leans in and you can feel his breath on your neck. he takes a deep breath, like he can’t get enough. “you smell really really good.”

“thank you,” you say, hoping he can’t tell how hot your face is getting. “it’s perfume.”

“mm,” he says, breathing in again. “what’s it called?”

he then pulls away, but his hand remains. it’s so, so warm, emanating heat through the rest of your body. his eyes meet yours, making your already stuttering heart skip a beat. 

“it’s called,” you start, and look away. you don’t want to say. 

“go on,” he says, turning your head to face him again. 

“it’s called good girl,” you finally admit, face on fire. 

a slow grin spreads across his face. “perfect for you,” he whispers, “can’t wait to smell it on my hoodies.”

❥ with: asahi, iwaizumi, akaashi, oikawa, sakusa, ushijima, tanaka

[granddecoffee]

public displays of affection

❥ with atsumu, sakusa, kuroo, and iwaizumi

❥ note: i had a fun time writing this one!! i’m a fan of pda in all its forms :3

atsumu — shy is the last word anyone would use to describe miya atsumu. he’s never been shy about himself, and he sure as hell isn’t shy about the fact that he’s with you. so, as long as you’re comfortable with it, he takes every opportunity to prove that you’re his. whether it’s casually keeping an arm around you when you’re with friends or pulling you in for a kiss on the street, the world could be watching for all he cares. 

sakusa — sakusa is just as possessive as atsumu, if not more. however, he prefers his affection to be far more discreet. when you sit side by side at dinner, he’ll keep a hand on your thigh under the table. at parties he’ll stand next to you, a hand on your lower back. the warmth of his hand seeping through your clothes is comforting, a subtle but sure reminder to you and everyone watching that you’re his. 

kuroo — the first thing kuroo does when he sees you is wrap his arms around you, his chest against your back. he rests his chin on the top of your head, leaning all his weight on your shoulders—a perk of being six foot one. sitting or standing, he’ll never pass up hugging you like an overgrown koala. and if it gives him easy access to kiss you (on the neck especially), that’s his business. 

iwaizumi — he would never admit it out loud, but iwaizumi loves pda. he’ll never initiate it, but when you press a kiss to his cheek or put his arm around your waist, his stomach fills with butterflies. he’ll grumble about it, maybe roll his eyes, but there’s no denying the flush creeping onto his cheeks, or the urge to brush aside your hair and kiss your temple. 

[granddecoffee]

sharing a dorm bed

❥ with the msby 4, college!reader 

❥ note: this is my first time writing something like this!! any and all feedback is appreciated

sakusa — he brings his own pillow, but by the morning, both of you are sharing. the bed is too small to be that far apart (not that he’d want you to be too far away from him). he’s so prim and proper and sharp during the day, but while he sleeps, all of that melts away. he wakes up first, and though he’s not as cuddly, he stays until you’re ready to wake up too, not wanting to disturb you

atsumu — you stay up too late talking. you’re lucky you don’t have a roommate, but your next door neighbors definitely heard you laughing at his stupid jokes way into the night. you fall asleep first, his hands carding through your hair as you bury your face in his chest. he sleep talks, and whenever you can, you take a video of his sleepy gibberish to show him in the morning

hinata — both of you fit comfortably with a little room to spare. you fall asleep side by side, but wake up completely entangled, your back against his chest, his arms wrapped around you. he also wakes up first, and even though he tries not to, he wakes you up too. you stay in bed though, watching the sunrise through the gaps in your blinds

bokuto — unsurprisingly, he takes up the whole bed (he barely fits in his own twin xl). you’re practically on top of him, or else you’ll fall out. he kicks the covers off halfway through the night because he’s a human space heater, but you’re warm enough in his arms. you wake up first, and even though he’s half asleep, he squeezes tighter and sleepily asks you for ten more minutes 

[granddecoffee]

his favorite way to kiss you

❥ with suna, ushijima, akaashi, and atsumu

❥ warnings: suggestive content (16+)

❥ note: trying out something a little more spicy! not quite nsfw yet

suna — sitting on a couch, a bed, a chair, he loves kissing you while you straddle him. he keeps both hands on your back, one inching under the hem of your shirt, to pull you flush against his chest. your heartbeats are trapped between your bodies, trying to become one. it takes everything in you not to take things further, no matter how much he goads you.

ushijima — he knows how large his hands are, and he’s never been one to give up an advantage. you feel his callouses on the back of your neck, his fingers in your hair, as he devours you. his hold is gentle but firm, comforting and dangerous all the same. his other hand is firmly on your waist, and it’s the only thing keeping you on your feet. 

akaashi — he kisses you anywhere but your mouth. your knuckles, the insides of your wrists, the pulse point right beneath your jaw that drives you insane– akaashi’s lips never quite meet yours. you ask him why, to which he responds, “every part of you deserves to be loved.” you feel your cheeks heat, and as if on cue, he presses a tender kiss to your cheekbone, then another, right at the corner of your lips. 

atsumu — your thighs have always been especially sensitive. he’s more than aware of this, and it’s a fact he loves to exploit. your heart skips a beat as his soft lips meet your skin, sending each nerve alight. you lock eyes with his burning, amber gaze, and he smirks — he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. 

[granddecoffee]

“so wet”

❥ if you are a minor, DNI and BLOCK the tag riles;smut. this will contain explicit content (18+). afab!reader

❥ content warnings: making out, fingering

❥ note: this is my first time posting smut on here!! hope you all enjoy!

he has always been a good—no, great—kisser. from the first time his soft lips met yours, you knew you’d never be able to get enough. and when those lips met your neck, well, then it was all over. 

the way he trails kisses from your lips to your cheeks to your throat has always been your favorite part of making out with him. it’s especially good when you lay beneath him, trapped under his much larger frame.

then, when he bites at your neck with enough force to leave a mark, you can’t help the sound that leaves your mouth. he pulls away, and you open your eyes to see a smirk on his face. you only catch a glimpse before he continues sucking at your skin, taking full advantage of the knowledge that this is turning you on.

when his lips find their way back toward yours, you feel his hand move from where he’s stroking your hair. it slowly inches down, finally stopping when it arrives at its destination: between your spread legs. 

“is this alright?” he asks, not quite touching you yet. 

“yes, please,” you say, voice not more than a whisper. 

his hand slips below the waistband of your pants, fingertips grazing your panties. you can’t help but push into his touch, chasing even the slightest bit of pressure.

“you’re eager tonight,” he says, hand still, his breath hot on the shell of your ear. your hips move again, without your permission. 

he finally gives you what you want, pressing down on your clit through your panties. you tighten your thighs at the sudden sensation. 

“good girls keep their legs spread,” he says, enunciating every syllable. he forces your legs open with his elbow, continuing to rub the growing wet spot on your underwear. 

and then, he finally pulls your panties aside, dragging his fingers between your lips and just barely ghosting over your clit. he gasps softly, and you can feel the sharp intake of air against your ear. 

“so wet,” he all but growls, and removes his hand entirely. his fingertips glisten with your wetness, and it only serves to turn you on even more. 

when he puts them back, it’s your turn to gasp—your mouth falls open as he rubs your clit with intent. his lips meet yours, his tongue pushing in. 

your thighs tremble with the onslaught of sensation, and more tiny, involuntary sounds escape. “my girl is so sensitive,” he says against your lips with a deep chuckle. 

his hand finally relents, but he only moves lower. his warm, calloused palm rests against your pussy, and he slips a finger inside of you. it goes in easily; your wetness is more than enough. 

❥ with gojo or toji — imagine your fave <3

[granddecoffee]

taking you on a first date

❥ with osamu, bokuto, aran, and sakusa

❥ note: this was requested through dm! i had a fun time writing this, and would love to take more requests

osamu — if he knows anything, it’s where to eat. it won’t be the most fancy, but it’ll be unique. you meet him in front of a building that looks nothing like a restaurant, and at first, you think it’s the wrong place. he takes you through a side door, and you have one of the best meals you’ve ever had. he treats you to dessert after, and you fight for the last bite. he begrudgingly lets you take it, and when he kisses you goodnight, you can still taste the sugar on his lips. 

bokuto — when you ask him where you’ll be going, he tells you to dress comfortably. It’s a surprise, he says. you’re not quite sure to expect, but he’s so excited that you’re okay not knowing. you end up climbing a mountain. well, part of one. when you make it to the end of the trail, the huge trees part to reveal the sunset. you sit and watch it together–the oranges, pinks, and purples stretching across the horizon–your head resting on his shoulder. it’s breathtakingly beautiful, but his eyes are stuck on you. you stay there a while, his arm a soothing weight on your shoulders, and take in the view. 

aran — he’ll take you on the classic coffee shop date. he pays for your drink and pastry, tells you to get whatever you want. sitting across from you in a quaint café, he can give you his undivided attention. you talk for hours, your drinks long since drained, refilled, and drained again. you blink and suddenly it’s dark, the coffee shop fifteen minutes from closing. it’s colder outside than you anticipated, and he drapes his jacket (which smells of his masculine, woodsy cologne) over your shoulders as he walks you wherever you need to go. the date ends with a kiss to your knuckles, and the promise of next time

sakusa — of course, he has an art museum membership. he’s been there often enough that he doesn’t need a map, leading you to his favorite pieces by memory. he stops in front of a sculpture, and doesn’t say a word. you ask him what’s wrong. he stares at you, and says, “nothing. i just love when art imitates life like this.” you want to call out the irony–he looks carved out of marble himself–but you don’t. he interlaces his long fingers with yours, his thumb brushing your knuckles, and you move to the next exhibit

[granddecoffee]

can’t take my eyes off of you

❥ note: here’s some short fluff!! the lyrics are from a real song— 60s love songs just hit different—and idk that they would actually listen to this kinda stuff, but whateverrr. once again, sorry for inactivity :,)) i’m a full time student and was absolutely slammed, but i hope you enjoy!!!

as much as you love going on dates, you don’t need anything fancy to enjoy spending time with him. though it’s something you do together almost every day, you love laying on his bed not even speaking, enjoying the simple pleasure of his hands carding through your hair as you listen music. 

you think you might even fall asleep, when a song comes on that you absolutely love. 

“turn this up,” you say. he obliges, and what was just soft ambient noise filters through loud and clear. you sit up, taking his hands into yours as you sing along. 

“but if you feel like I feel, please let me know that it's real,” you sing, not quite on key. “you're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you.”

and at that, you pull him off the bed and he stumbles to his feet. you pull him flush against you, chest to chest, and his eyes go soft. the music swells, and you start to dance. 

it’s clumsy and off beat, but he joins you, smiling as you attempt to belt the lyrics. and suddenly he’s guiding you, his hands firm around your waist as you begin to slow dance to the beat. 

i love you baby, you mouth along with the song, and he dips you into a kiss. it’s tender, sweet, and into it, you pour every ounce of what you feel for him. 

eventually the song ends, and a new one begins. he still holds you, looking at you as if you’ve hung the stars. 

“they knew,” he says. 

“what do you mean?” you ask, confused.

“whoever wrote that song,” he clarifies, “knew exactly how i feel about you.” 

“you’re cheesy,” you say, but he sees right through you.

“you know i’ll never be able to take my eyes off you,” he says, and once again, dips you into a kiss. 

❥ with: sakusa, akaashi, matsukawa, kuroo, daichi, aone

[granddecoffee]

I was rewatching Cars the other day, and as one does when rewatching Cars, I was contemplating the question: where do the cars come from? At least during the run of the first movie, it’s unclear if cars are born or made. Mack mentions a “manufacturer” when he reunites with Lightning near the end of the movie, but there’s no way to tell if it actually exists. Sadly, the question of whether cars are born or made remained unanswered. Either way, though, I came to the realization that what a car is determines and thus limits who it will be for the rest of its life (as I’m sure others before me have realized). For example, Red was created a fire truck, so a fire truck he will be. An ambulance will always be an ambulance, as it has the immutable properties of experience and anatomy that define an ambulance. As an aside, I don’t think that the make of car is analogous to gender, especially because cars do experience gender in the movie.

Anyway, this means that race cars are race cars from the moment of conception. Lightning McQueen doesn’t have headlights. He’s a “precision tool of speed and aerodynamics.” He doesn’t have a horn. Thus, he cannot be anything BUT a race car, offering him little mobility. Of course, not all cars are created “special” types of cars, but because enough of them are, a car’s standing is fundamentally informed by the type of car they are. Odd.

Theoretically, it is possible to change the type of car one is by replacing each of the parts. However, that transformation brings about a different dilemma: the problem observed with the ship of Theseus. If all parts of a car are replaced to suit a new purpose, is it still the same car? And the issue is further complicated by lack of knowledge about where a car’s sentience comes from.

At any rate, this observation came about with the strange feeling that I’d seen something like this before— the idea that the role one is born into is the role one will keep. And then it hit me: Aristotle.

One of Aristotle’s more controversial takes is that a person’s nature (which people are born with) defines their purpose. He writes that “for that some should rule and others be ruled is a thing not only necessary, but expedient; from the hour of their birth, some are marked out for subjection, others for rule.” In his view, all people fall into a hierarchy, and rather than attempt to change one’s standing, it’s best to stay where you were placed. I personally disagree with this stance. I don’t believe that people are “designed” for certain purposes, and the belief that they do may be used to justify awful things (slavery, for example, which is completely unjustifiable).

The Cars universe (at least the one shown in the first movie; I haven’t rewatched 2 in a while and still haven’t watched 3) is ruled by this philosophy. For the most part, cars are designed for specific purposes, which they serve throughout their lifetimes with little deviation.

TL;DR: The Cars universe is an Aristotelian teleology and I won’t hear otherwise.