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mossy-rock-in-a-field · 4 months

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Several weeks ago, my retirement-age mother requested that I play Baldur’s Gate 3 for her because she has trouble with controllers/keyboards and wanted “to see what all the fuss is about with that cute wizard boy.” For context, my mother and I have done this sort of thing in the past with certain RPGs (dragon age, mass effect, etc.), but it’s been a few years since she’s personally requested a game like this. Basically, I control her Tav but let her make all the choices so she can determine how the story plays out without worrying about mechanics. She treats it like a choose-your-own-adventure book.

Anyway, here is a list of some of the things my mother has said and/or chosen to do throughout the course of BG3 in no particular order:

She is (obviously) romancing Gale. She is quite smitten with him and his passion for books and learning; she also thinks he’s polite and qualifies as “relationship material.” She also REALLY likes the things he’s said about his cat so far (my mom is a cat lady), so I know she’s gonna flip shit when we meet Tara in Act III.

She’s playing a normal druid Tav with a generally good alignment. Her favorite spell is Spike Growth because she thinks it’s hilarious whenever enemies walk into the AOE and die. I usually end up having to cast it at least once per battle per her request. Sometimes twice.

Contrary to her alignment, my mother tasks me with robbing every single chest, crate, barrel, and burlap sack we come across; this also includes people and their pockets. The party is always at max carrying capacity. ALWAYS. She doesn’t like selling things because “what if I need them.” The camp stash is in literal shambles. There is no hope of organizing it. She’s got like fifty seven sets of rags and a billion pieces of random silverware.

She MUST talk to every animal and corpse in the game. I think five hours of her total playtime so far (47ish) has been spent speaking to animals as many times as humanly possible. Like, I was thorough in my own playthroughs, but this is on a whole other level.

She did NOT get Volo’s lobotomy, but she did let Auntie Ethel take her eye in hopes of a cure for the tadpole. I did not understand the logic then. I still do not understand it now.

She is far more interested in fashion than equipment stats. Do you have any idea how much gold I’ve had to spend on dyes just to make things match? SO much. Same vibe as that “please someone help me balance my finances my family is starving” tweet but instead of candles it’s thirty thousand fucking bottles of black and furnace red dye.

We broke the prisoners out of Moonrise, but they got on the boat too early and bugged the fight by leaving Astarion and Karlach behind. Wulbren Bongle somehow got stuck in combat mode even after engaging the cutscene on the docks below Last Light; he he kept trying to run ALL THE WAY BACK TO MOONRISE nine fucking meters at a time while I frantically tried to finish the fight with the Warden, otherwise Wulbren would have run straight into the shadow curse. (I would’ve let him go; fuck Wulbren Bongle, all my homies hate Wulbren Bongle. But my mom didn’t know that, and she wanted to keep him safe. So.)

She had me reload a save like eighteen times to save the giant eagles on top of Rosymorn Monastery. Wouldn’t even let me do non-lethal damage just to get past things. I think getting that warhammer for the dawnmaster puzzle took us like an hour and a half alone. (Yes, I know you can use any warhammer, but SHE didn’t.)

She’s started keeping an irl notebook to keep track of her quests between play sessions. She writes down ideas and strategies when she thinks of them during the week, then brings them to her next game session at my house. I think she wrote about three pages on possible approaches to the goblin fortress alone.

She insists that I pet Scratch and the owlbear cub before every single long rest, no exceptions. Sometimes I have to do it multiple times until she is absolutely sure that the animals know exactly how much she loves and cherishes them. She has also commissioned a crocheted owlbear plush from a friend of hers and is very excited.

I’m sure there’s a bunch of stuff I’m forgetting, but those are some fun things I thought of. She’s enjoying the game and is telling all of her retired friends to get it and play it for themselves. She asked me “what is Discord” yesterday and I think my life flashed before my eyes.

anyway shout out to my mom for being neat

Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #gale #gale of waterdeep #astarion #gale dekarios #laq talks #I talk #she stares at me real hard after she makes a choice too #like squinting to see if my expression gives anything away #if it was a good or bad call #I keep my face blank as shit it’s hilarious #I have not told her I’m writing fanfic for this game #nor will I ever #jesus christ

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xxblairexxss · 10 months

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Smitten (part 2 for ‘Everything Shower’)

Pairing : Charles leclerc x reader

Theme : Fluff

Feel free to slide in my inbox. I’m always open to talk about any ideas you would want to see in my upcoming fics!

Charles groaned as you pulled the drapes to the side, allowing the sun to illuminate the room.

“Morning, baby!” Your mood was clearly not on the same level with your boyfriend because he still had his eyes closed but his arm was stretched out when he sensed you walking closer to his side of the bed.

“For a second I forgot what happened to my image.” He scooted a little bit so you could sit by his side and started stroking on his cheek.

He looked so beautiful, even more beautiful with the morning sunlight. The way his eyelashes lined up along the ends of his eyelids, the way his mouth was slightly ajar as he breathed out. He wasn’t asleep anymore and you knew it from his grasp around you waist.

“Your lover boy image? Are you embarrassed that they found out you were obsessed with your own girlfriend?”

“No, I am the proudest boyfriend ever but I can’t stand them teasing me. Daniel would be attending this race too. As if things couldn’t get any worse.” He grumbled before you caught his arms and pulled him up to sit.

“Get up, bubs. It’s time for you to get ready.”

His arms found the way back to your waist again and he started planting kisses from your neck, up to your jawline and ended the train of kisses on your nose. “But I’m not done spending time with you yet. Care to join me for breakfast together?”

You weren’t a breakfast kind of girl because you would always feel nauseous if you eat something heavy in the morning and Charles knew it too. But you knew he had asked you just so that you two could pass time together before he spent the rest of the day in the pit today.

“Sure, let me get ready first.” You left a peck on his cheek before getting up to leave to the bathroom.

“Baby, count me in too.” Charles threw the duvet away from covering his half naked body and followed your steps. You couldn’t even brush your teeth alone.

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kymillman Charles Leclerc arrived at the paddock. Not sure what happened but the crowds went wild!

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After what happened at Silverstone Grand Prix, you just continued with your life as if you weren’t the one behind all those teasings he had to face during the weekend. Well, there was nothing wrong. It wasn’t like you aired your boyfriend’s dirty laundry.

Charles had told you that he kinda liked it because it kinda gave him a reason to mention you in interviews but he refused to admit the clingy part.

“Bubs, you are the clingy one.”

Charles firmly shook his head. “No, I’m not. I didn’t see you for 2 weeks so it was a moment of weakness.”

“So you are saying it won’t happen again? You won’t hug me like you usually do while I’m prepping my skin?” He had his hand under your oversized shirt as you leaned on his chest and you felt his thumb abruptly stopped from stroking the skin of your belly which caused you to giggle. You knew he liked clinging on you whenever you finished your shower. He liked the scent of your vanilla scent from your hair shampoo, the sweet fruity scent from your moisturizer. It was just accidentally being recorded in the tiktok because you were just trying to make a video, not because you tried to expose him.

He was quite and you could sense he was thinking hard, analysing every single consequences for every answer. “I can’t hug my girlfriend?”

“You just said it was a moment of weakness.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“You said, it was a moment if weakness.”

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You turned on your phone and propped it against the box of cotton pads. A few skincare products were placed in front of it, careful not to cover the camera. Once everything was set up, only then you turned off the shower. You knew Charles would come in when he no longer heard the water flowing and you wouldn’t have enough time to set up your phone if you did it by then.

You had just washed your face when you heard a soft knock and a muffled voice coming from the outside.

“Baby, are you recording a video again?”

“No, why?”

Charles didn’t reply but you heard a faint creaking sound from the door being opened. “Nothing, I was just asking.” Your ‘not clingy’ boyfriend is now in the bathroom with you for no absolute reason. He didn’t go straight to embrace you as he usually did because you were glaring at him ever since he stepped in.

“I just wanted to check on my girlfriend….” It was as if he had read your mind before you could asked him, what are you doing here.

You continued with your skincare, serum, niacinamide, retinol all sorts of things while occasionally still glaring at him and your boyfriend was just there, staring at your reflection while touching all sort of products you had in front of you, itching to hold you like he always did but if it wasn’t the consequences of his own words. You knew he didn’t missed your look, he was just ignoring it.

“Oh? This is a new one. I have never seen this before.” Your boyfriend looked like a curious kid who just happened to find something new that was worth his attention. Charles stood up straight and took the product that caught his attention. “Chérie, what’s this? Looks like the one you always put on every time we go out.”

“That’s my lash serum, Charles.”

“Wow, you have serum for your lash too? How do you put it on?”

You took the product from his hand and twisted the cap to pull it open. “You put it on like how you always see me put on my mascara.”

“Put it on me.” He scooted his way in front of you, blocking you from seeing your reflection in the mirror and now the camera could only see his back that was leaned against the cabinet. Charles finally held you as he pulled you closer by your waist, making you stand as close as he could in between his legs.

“You can put it on yourself.”

“No, I don’t know how. You do it.”

“Such a baby.” You rolled your eyes and placed your hand on the side of his neck as the other one started carefully stroke the brushes on his long lashes. “You know, you really don’t need to put this one you already have long—“

“Ouch, that went into my eyes. It stings, baby!” Charles suddenly flinched and turned his head away. You immediately put the serum aside and tried to stepped away so you could do something, anything.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Wash it off. Come here, I’ll help you.”

“No.” He closed off his legs before you could move any further and you could feel his grip on your waist went tighter.

“What—“

Before you could finish your sentence, he slanted his body against you and hides his face in the creek of your neck.

“I just want to hold my girlfriend…can you stop glaring at me…please?”

And he didn’t say anything else. All you could hear after was just the sound of his breathing and warm breath against your skin.

“You scared me! Is this your moment of weakness again?” You stifled a giggle as you bring your hand on his fluffy hair and stroked it.

He hummed in response. He couldn’t pull you closer because you were practically latched on his body now. There wasn’t even an inch of space in between your bodies.

“No, I’m just smitten with love.”

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hungharrington · 9 months

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STEEB SENDING AUDIOOS

MDNI this entire blog is 18+

this…. this thought…. ok cos he’s a bit of a slut, steve knows what he’s doing already, okay? he doesn’t even need any training from you - he fucking knows that it’s all about the whines and moans and while he’s vocal in bed with you, it’s a whole nother level if he’s sending something when he’s alone— like just the thought of you listening to it wherever you are, clenching your thighs and getting all flustered, gets him all the more whimpery, rambles and rambles pouring out his mouth

he’s mean with the timing as well. you’re out with your friends, at a restaurant catching up for one of their birthdays and you hadn’t gotten to see steve the last couple days too- both of your shifts getting in the way. steve’s been that usual level of clingy when you guys spend a couple days apart, texts every couple of hours saying i miss you sweetheart >:( and i love you btw! and that oh my god it’s been literally so long since i’ve seen you i’m forgetting what you look like because he is the worlds biggest drama queen — but when it comes to dinner time, your phone buzzes in your back pocket and you fish it out innocently, figuring it’s another sappy message from your bf - and you’re half right! it is a message from your boyfriend but it’s a message that says i miss you :( followed by an voice message

you stare at it for a whole minute, a hot spark burning low in your gut— it could be that he went out with robbie and has had a couple drinks but it’s a little too early for him to be that trashed. just to be safe, you excuse yourself to the bathroom and silently curse yourself for not bringing any headphones as you slip into the empty bathroom, sliding into a stall for privacy just in case — pressing play, you hold the phone up to your ear with the volume on low and strain to listen.

for a moment it’s quiet, then you can hear some shuffling, like steve’s rearranging himself and then his low voice rasps through your speaker, “hey baby,” there’s another shuffling sound before he speaks again, voice a little breathier than usual, “know you’re out with your friends, m’sorry, just keep looking at how goddamn pretty y’look tonight— that photo you sent?” he pauses, inhaling jaggedly, and there, in the pause, you can hear a faint lewd noises and the spark in your tummy catches, burning hotter. he’s jerking off- he’s fucking sent you a voice message of him jerking off while you’re out with friends, he’s evil. “fuck,” he huffs shakily, the sticky sound of his hand on his cock getting a little louder, his pace a little faster, “i can’t stop looking at it, at how gorgeous you look tonight, just wish you were here.”

you can’t see him but your imagination gives you plenty of fuel as steve’s shuddering breathes turn a little closer to moans, a whiney noise slipping out as he thumbs over his slit, “miss you, honey, s’just miss you so much— ah” you startle, realising you’re still in public when he lets out a particular loud moan and it echoes inside your stall. you can’t bring yourself to pause it though, just turn down the volume a click — and cross your legs tightly, holding the phone closer. bastard. he knows exactly what he does to you.

“wish it was your hand, you always- mhfm- fuck, you always treat me better, treat me so good,” he whines, more and more shallow moans reverberating through your phones speaker. you swallow heavily, feeling arousal start to pool in your tummy right as steve starts to pick up the pace properly, the squelching noises louder than ever and his moans all but whimpers now, your name amongst every one— he gets all gaspy as his orgasm gets closer and closer, the noises quieter as you realise he’s dropped his phone away from his mouth, focusing on getting himself to finish- it only makes you more hungry for his noises, holding the phone close and just when you hear him whisper your name pleadingly, like he always does before he cums, the door the bathroom opens.

you jump, scared by the sudden noise, and your phone clatters to the floor— the scuffle hides the final of steve’s pitiful noises as you frantically scoop your phone off the floor and pause it, fingers tapping wildly on your screen until the noise stops. you clutch it to your chest and there’s a moment to breath when the person who’s entered calls out your name — it’s one of your friends checking if you’re alright but considering the clatter of your phone, she hazards a good guess, “god, were you on the phone to steve? you guys are the clingiest couple i’ve ever met.” and you huff an awkward laugh, “ha, something like that- hey, i’ll be right out, gimme just a sec,”

a breath of relief escapes you when her feet turns and leave back out to the restaurant and you finally peel your phone back— feeling a flush of embarrassment as you realise you’ve somehow sent a random keysmash back to steve’s message when you dropped your phone. he’s replied back, saying exactly the reaction i intended ;) and then have a good night honey :) i’ll see you soon, i love you x

#BOYFRIEND #what a bitch. i would devour him whole i think #jay writes #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut

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jksprincess10 · 4 months

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Playing Santa || Joel Miller x reader

Summary: Joel dresses up as Santa for the kids of Jackson. It shouldn't turn you on as much as it does.

A/N: Thank you to Jett @morallyinept who inspired me with her Santa!dieter. Merry Christmas to those who celebrate.

Divider by @saradika

CWs: Inappropriate uses of a Santa costume, some fluff, some references to Sarah's death, established relationship, riding, half-clothed sex, fingering, bj, rough sex, dirty talk, unprotected p in v because this is a fantasy world and no one can get pregnant, some usage of "Santa" in a dirty situation, the usual. (1500 words)

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It did take some convincing for Joel to play Santa this year for the Jackson kids. It was truly a group effort – with some coercion and some puppy eyes. Tommy even used his young daughter as the perfect bait – imagine how much it would make her happy to see Santa. Traditions lived on in Jackson, even though nothing made sense anymore, they wanted some kind of normalcy for the children.

You help your boyfriend dress up in his large obnoxious red velvet pants, a matching jacket, a big belt, and shiny black shoes. You tie the fake beard on his face and put the fuzzy Christmas hat on his head.

“How do I look?” he asks as he turns around to let you see all of him. You bite down a smile.

“Like the sexiest Santa I’ve ever seen.”

He rolls his eyes, but you can see redness matching the color of his costume on his face. You pull on his jacket to bring him to your level and kiss him sweetly. Joel’s hands are on your ass, pulling you dangerously close. You put your hands against his chest and push him away slightly.

“Come on Santa, you’ll have this gift later, but you have to do your part first.”

He groans in response, but lets you drag him out of the house you share with him and Ellie.

You help to make sure all the kids get a chance to sit on Santa’s lap and receive a gift – mostly handmade stuff by the community – knitted plushies, wooden trains, etc. You also make sure Ellie doesn’t laugh too much at Joel’s misery, but she mostly spends time with her friend. Joel genuinely looks happy – you catch him smiling and taking his role seriously, with a deep voice and exaggerated laughs. It makes your heart swell up with love for your man, and you hope this experience is somewhat healing for him.

You help Tommy and Maria clean up the community center, and they leave you the key to finish up cleaning so they can put their daughter to sleep. You assure them you’ll take care of it – after of course, taking care of your personal Santa.

The beard and the hat came off a long time ago, and his jacket is open, exposing the tight black t-shirt he wears underneath. Joel is sitting on Santa’s chair to take a break, his big thighs spread wide. You try not to devour him with your eyes as you approach him to sit on his lap. His hand rests against your lower back as he presses a sweet kiss to your warm cheek.

“The kids seemed very happy. You did good, Joel.”

There’s a sadness behind those big brown eyes that you can feel. You know he thinks about Sarah, and every holiday without her doesn’t get easier.

“I know she’s proud of you.” You add as you press a kiss against his nose.

He hums in response and decides to change the subject to something less uncomfortable. “Was promised a gift, earlier, I reckon.” he drawls.

You roll your eyes and grab his chin to kiss him deeply, before sliding off his body slowly, until you’re on your knees in front of him. You work open the comically large belt.

“You don’t have to-”

You shush him and slap his hand away. “I want to.”

He helps you pull down his velvet pants and his boxers. You circle his half-hard cock, pumping him slowly until it gets bigger in your grasp. You drag the tip of your tongue on the tip, collecting the salty pre-cum. He hisses at your attention and rests his palm in your hair, not pulling nor pressing. You wrap your lips around his tip, sucking softly, taking him deeper until you stop at your hand holding the base.

“So good fo’ me…” Joel slurs, his head thrown back against the big chair. You moan at his words, letting your voice vibrate around him.

You pump him excruciatingly slowly, hollowing your cheeks to accentuate the sensation of your warm mouth. He groans appreciatively and you take that as a sign to pump him a bit faster in your mouth. He groans, frustrated, as he grabs your hair to pull you off. You sit back on his lap with a sly smile.

“What?”

“Don’t make me come so fast like a goddamn teenager.”

“I’m sorry.” You lie with a smile.

He brings you closer, so you straddle his lap, your arms around his neck. You lean down to kiss him deeply, sucking his tongue between your lips, swallowing his moans.

“Lemme touch ya baby.”

“Will you fuck me too, Santa?” You smirk.

He groans in discouragement. “Dirty girl. Yes, I will.”

Joel’s hand sneaks under your black velvet skirt until he finds your soaked panties. “All this fo’ me, hm?”

Your forehead rests against his shoulder as you feel your cheeks heating up. “Yes.”

“M’so lucky.” His fingers trace your clothed center, before he slips your panties aside. Two of his digits caress your seam, collecting the wetness there, before circling your clit in the way that he learned you loved. You muffle your moans against his coat. Your hands grab him tighter, as if you’re scared of falling with the intensity of your pleasure. “I got ya, baby.” he whispers against your ear, before pressing a kiss below your lobe.

He sneaks one of his free fingers between your walls as he keeps teasing your clit with vigor. It’s ridiculous how fast he can get you where he wants. You feel your body tense, before going limp in his arms. He leads you through your orgasm like one would lead an orchestra, touching you with precision and purpose. You shake in Joel’s grasp and let out a silent moan.

“Good girl.” He rewards you in a soft, honeyed voice.

“Fuck me, please.”

“Please, who?” He teases.

“Please, Santa.” You grimace and you don’t wait for his approval before you grab his cock and lead it between your folds until it notches at your hole. You take him in inch by inch, slowly, until you’re completely sat on his lap. He looks at you with adoration, his hand resting on your cheek as he steals a kiss from your lips.

“You take me so well, baby.” He praises in the shell of your ear, making you shiver. Sometimes, you wonder if you could come undone only with the sound of Joel’s voice. You lay your hands against his broad shoulders for leverage as you start moving up and down his length slowly, each one of your moves letting you feel him completely. His head rests against the chair, his eyes half closed, and mouth slightly opened. He looks so good like this; just letting you take what you want from him.

One of his big hands rest against your lower back to help you move, respecting your rhythm. You feel Joel’s tip hitting the inside of you just right, and you let your moans come out freely of your parted lips. He thrusts up, joining you in the languid thrusts of your hips, making you let out a silent scream, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

“God, Joel…” You let out breathlessly.

He thrusts a few times, before grabbing you from your waist and pulling you off him. You watch as he gets up, big figure towering over you.

“Hold on to the chair.” He says as he leaves a playful slap on your butt under your skirt. You do as he says, your hands grabbing on to the chair’s arms, putting your ass up for Joel to take. He grabs on to the skin there, kneading your flesh, as he uses his other hand to guide his cock back in, between your wet and accommodating folds. You grab on to the chair harder, knuckles going white as he fucks you fast and hard. You chew on your lip to keep yourself from screaming, as you’re still in the middle of the community center in a well-visited street of Jackson.

“Will you come on my cock, baby?” His body bent over your back; he bites playfully at your earlobe after whispering those dirty words.

“Y-Yes Joel, please, please don’t stop.”

After a few more harsh thrusts, you feel yourself spasming around his cock as a new wave of slick wets him. You almost go limp as you ride out your orgasm, Joel holding you up with his strong arms as he chases his own high.

“Want me to fill ya up, uh? Want Santa’s little gifts?”

You almost laugh at his words, but you agree with a small “yes”. You feel him burst inside of you and register him putting your underwear back in place, one of his arms still holding you.

“Best Christmas gift.” He chuckles.

“Let’s go home, Santa.” You help him pull his pants up. “We don’t want to ruin Christmas’s magic for any kids.”

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songmingisthighs · 1 year

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Good Neighbour

group : ateez

pairing : nerd!seonghwa × neighbour!reader

genre : smut, neighbours au

word count : 3.8 k

warning : smut, mdni, explicit sex (piv), mentions of watersports (no actual action), seonghwa mentioning he watches porn, unprotected sex, mentions of Seonghwa pleasuring himself to the thought of (y/n), (y/n)'s kind of a brat ??

a/n : happy seonghwa day !!! :D though i'm in singapore, i still want to post this and i did it !!! >:)

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Frantic knocks on Seonghwa's door made him almost smash his lego Death Star by accident. Thankfully, he only smacked his hand on the side of his table. Though painful, he'd have that over ruining the thing he had been working on for the whole day and was three-fourths way done.

The knocks on the door became relentless and bordering on incessant and honestly, it annoyed him quite a lot. He was hoping to have a quiet night in after hearing (and dealing) with the excitement around the apartment earlier. Plus, he promised his friend, San that the next time they hang out he would show him his finished lego Death Star so he could help conceptualize how to put them on display. So obviously, Seonghwa wanted to spend the day for himself, for his hobbies. It wasn't like Seonghwa would usually spend his time out, it was just that his time alone was usually spent on his work as a remote working cyber security expert. They truly benefit from Seonghwa's anxiety and tedious working tendencies but Seonghwa couldn't really complain.

When Seonghwa (finally) opened the door, he was so ready to scold whoever was on the other side, pissed that they annoyed him for no reason. But when he was met with the face of his crush, teary-eyed with her arms hugging her body tightly with a slight tremble, his anger melted away and his shoulders dropped. "(y/n)?" he called out, crouching down slightly to your height to be eye-level with you, "Are you okay? What's wrong? Have you been crying?" he asked, a worried look clear on his face. You had been the object of his affection for quite some times now and when he heard that your house had been burgled while you were at work, Seonghwa felt the most guilty because it was during the time he decided to go out and buy a new lego set for his collection. Had he waited to go a little longer, he would've been able to stop the burglary. Of course by calling someone, what can a nerd like him do? Offer to get pantsed as an exchange? That wouldn't be enough and he had a feeling that he would just make the situation worse. Considering that he only had a handful of experience with having a full conversation with you and every single time, he was so awkward. One time, he managed to spill his own coffee on himself, jumped and bumped his head to the wall behind him. You were nice enough to not make fun of him and even staying with him and iced his head. From then on he was down bad and he swore that he will try to be better for you. That was a year ago so please make your own conclusion.

You were sniffling and your eyes were shifting around warily, arms hugging your own body as a gesture of self preservation and comfort after experiencing a major trauma. "Can I stay here with you for a bit? I- I don't feel safe at home and none of my other friends are available," you sniffled sadly. Seonghwa couldn't help but skip a heartbeat at your words, focusing on the fact that you had indirectly called him your friend. While he would like to be more, he was more than happy that you thought so highly of him and he can only hope that when he finally make his move (whenever that is), his happiness would be tenfold. Whilst trying to suppress the grin that was threatening to split his face in half, Seonghwa frantically nodded and stepped aside, "Of course, you can stay here as long as you want! With me, your friend!" it took everything in him to not laugh or giggle considering that the situation was still sensitive. Thankfully, you didn't seem to realize his attempts of not being a weirdo and you even stepped close to him to gave him a tight hug. "Thank you for being such a good friend, Seonghwa, I'm really glad to have you," your voice was mumbled due to your pressing your face on his shoulders. Seonghwa's body froze especially when you exhaled deeply into his clothes, turning a spot very warm. For some reason, feeling your breath on him was exhilarating and had you not let go of him, you would've definitely felt his boner on your hip.

Even when you were already inside his place, you were still stiff and awkward. The situation was just so stressful to you that even with the company you knew you needed, you were still not able to feel comfortable yet. Seeing this of course upset Seonghwa as he adored your happy and cheerful side. "H-hey, do you want something to drink? My friend, Yunho, got me this pink wine thing and I've been waiting for the right reason to-" "Yes please," you cut him off, both surprising and delighting him with your enthusiasm over alcohol.

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Not even half an hour later, you and Seonghwa found yourselves giggling over random things on his couch. You had let loose a little (a lot) with the help of the alcohol and Seonghwa's dumb attempt at imitating his friend Wooyoung's witch laugh. You've been laughing for a solid 5 straight minutes and Seonghwa was beyond proud that he was able to make you that happy and distracted. Or distractedly happy.

"Seonghwa, stop it or I'll pee myself!" you whined whilst still laughing happily, head thrown back and hand on your stomach when you felt like it was starting to cramp. Grinning widely, Seonghwa sat himself back down on the couch, this time unknowingly closer to you with a slight huff and reddened cheeks, courtesy of the alcohol. "If you pee yourself, I know that means you were genuinely laughing so hard and I'll take pride in that," he said, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly. Without Seonghwa realizing, the alcohol had allowed him to be more confident in having you in his apartment whilst simultaneously giving him a bit more courage to be able to communicate with women easier. Usually, he'd stumble over his own words and/or mix them up to create a confusing, awkward word. In return to his statement, you raised an eyebrow at him as a knowing smirk appeared on your face, "You like girls peeing because of you? Kinky," and Seonghwa almost choked on his own spit. Seeing this, you decided to egg him more, "I'm not kink shaming you, Hwa, I'm just surprised you're into that." Seonghwa began sputtering random words, trying to reject the notion but no actual, comprehensible words came out of his mouth and it made him panic because he felt like as if he was trying to hide something when it wasn't the case whatsoever.

The panicked look on Seonghwa's face; the blush, the twitchy eyes, and the trembling bottom lip looked cute to you. You have always thought that he was attractive, hot even, he was just a nerd who gets overly excited over things that he likes and most of the things he like revolves around Star Wars, Marvel, and pink stuffs. Plus, his career path on top of the way he dressed didn't help his case of being a total nerd. You remembered thinking he was so hot when you saw him coming back from playing tennis with his friend Hongjoong and to say your panties suddenly got damp would be the understatement of the year. You've been waiting to be able to see that Seonghwa again and so far you had no luck. Yet.

"I haven't had sex in a year!" He suddenly blurted out without realizing what he had said.

You both sat there frozen; Seonghwa in dreadful realization of the information that he had just unknowingly willingly gave out to you. He remembered Wooyoung and Mingi trolling him about the fact because according to them, it was ridiculous that Seonghwa didn't care much about where or how his sexual frustration was channeled, completely oblivious (or maybe forgetting) that Seonghwa has been pining over you for the longest time. That, and Seonghwa is a very busy smart man with a hobby.

It wasn't like he thought that you would ridicule him, it was just embarrassing to have your crush know you haven't had sex in so long What if he thought he's unexperienced or just THAT unwanted?

"B-but it's not like I have a low sex drive or anything. I get turned on! I really do, I watch porn like a normal person!"

God, if only a meteor could strike him then and there.

Seonghwa was so close to faking an injury or just climbing out the window to escape the awkwardness he had accidentally created. Anything to not be in that position or be that person anymore.

"What kind of porn do you usually watch?"

He was not expecting that question from you.

For a second, Seonghwa thought you were joking. Maybe even making fun of him. Or egging him to spill his kinks or sexual interests just so you could humiliate him later. But the more he looked at you, the more he saw that you were being genuinely curious, there was no malice behind your eyes or gesture. "I... It... It differs from time to time," he was not quite sure why he even responded to you in the first place. Perhaps the alcohol was more potent than he expected it to be. "Oh? So you like dominating and being dominated?" Seonghwa nearly jumped from his seat when your knee touched his, surprised that you were suddenly so close to him. But he didn't move back, he even scooted in, leaning into your warmth and touch that he craved more of after having a taste. "No... Well," though it felt as if there was as lump in his throat, Seonghwa simply coughed it out a couple of times before continuing talking, "I don't quite know about that, but I know I like taking care of my partner."

His eyes widened when you suddenly plopped onto his lap, legs, encasing his thighs as to not let him move around easily. "Tell me more," you said as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, resting your weight on him completely. Seonghwa's head began to swirl, your scent hitting his nostrils and the realization of how close you both were with each other were intoxicating to him, exhilarating even. His hands automatically moved to be placed on your hips, as if wanting to keep you in the spot as a possessive gesture. "Well, I... I'm very nervous having you here with me right now," he blurted out. You couldn't help but giggle at his confession as you didn't expect him to say something like that to you, it wasn't even the context of the conversation. "Why so? It's not like I'm gonna bite you," then you suddenly leaned in, lips next to his ear and your breath hitting the skin making it warm, "Unless you're into that."

In a blink of an eye, Seonghwa had lunged at you, pining you onto the couch as he whined pathetically. "Please don't tease me like this, I don't want to take advantage of you considering you had just been through something absolutely traumatic and not to mention we were drinking," as he pleaded, his palms balled into fists on either sides of your head as if to ground himself, reminding himself that while he couldn't control his words, he should at least be able to control his urges. Seeing him hold back made you pout, obvious that it was not the reaction that you were hoping for. "Oh come on, Seonghwa! I've been through something absolutely traumatic today so I need you right now, I need your help to make me forget how crappy today has been," your words were so clever and you even bat your eyelashes at him to soften him up which annoyingly enough worked. But still, even if you did have a point, Seonghwa was still hesitant because like he said, he really do enjoy (so far, only the idea of) taking care of his partners and ensuring their consent was one of the ways he liked to do it. Besides, to him, asking for permission to commit a very intimate act was hot, it was as if the decision of having sex could be dependent on one of either parties.

Since this was you, someone who he had been pining for for so long, he decided to make sure of some things as to not let the chance pass by just like that. "How drunk are you exactly?" Seonghwa asked, genuinely hoping that you would still be able to do what he hoped you both would do if the chance comes. "Not drunk at all, just a slight buzz, you?" you asked back, heart beating slightly at the thought of Seonghwa wanting to have sex with you. "Drunk enough to have the courage to propose this to you but not so drunk that it would nullify my consent," he said firmly.

Without wasting more time, you smashed your lips agains this in a frenzied rush. Though you leapt forward, your body dragged him down with you onto the couch due to the gravity and your arms being securely wrapped around his neck. When you both landed, Seonghwa let out a yelp and had his clumsiness kicked in, he would have definitely smushed you under his weight on the couch but he managed to support his own weigh slightly. You loved the feeling of him on top of you though, you loved feeling his mouth on yours. Even from the kiss you could tell that Seonghwa was slightly hesitant, wanting to do something to you (that you have yet to figure out) but he wasn't able to actually reach out for it. Heck, not even to place his hands on your body. Usually, with your previous partners, they would be honking your boobs like a clown horn by now, but Seonghwa was different in a nice and frustrating way. You detached your lips and pouted up at him, showing your displeasure over his treatment, "God, Seonghwa just do whatever the fuck you want with me!" you whined, yanking his collars open to began sucking red marks on his pretty, fair skin, "I want to be taken care of by you. You'd like that, right? You liked knowing that you can take care of me and my needs with no problem and have me however you want."

A guttural growl left Seonghwa's lips and before you know it, Seonghwa had flipped you over so that your chest was against the cushion underneath you. It felt like your breath was knocked out of your lungs from being surprised by the sudden action and by Seonghwa's strength. At least you got another glimpse of your nerdy neighbour's athletic prowess and this time you got to experience what he was capable of first hand.

"You want me to take care of you? You want me to explore what I can do from my extensive research?" the sudden appearance of Seonghwa's low voice vibrating through the air caused electricity to shot down your spine, making it feel tingly. "Yes, please, I want to know what you're capable of, Seonghwa, please," you whined breathily, almost sounding pathetic.

Your permission was all Seonghwa needed to grab you by the waistband of your pants and pulled them down along with your underwear. It felt ridiculous that Seonghwa felt a sudden overwhelming sense of arousal just from seeing your bare ass on display for him, It wan't like he had never seen a naked ass before. For sure, he wasn't a virgin and by God, the amount of times Wooyoung and San pranked him by having their bare asses in front of his face just before he opened his eyes was astronomically embarrassing. Though he can't complain much because this was your ass and the sudden rush of adrenaline and excitement that coursed through this body made him think of the endless possibilities be it from potential kinks to positions and even frequency and volume (amount and sound). This must be how virgins on their wedding nights feel. Seonghwa couldn't help but palmed himself through the layers of clothing he had on as he slowly unbuttoned his pants, nose scrunching at the

"Don't just stare at me, do something!" you demanded, "What? You don't know what to do?" Teasing him might have been a mistake on your part because the next thing you know, Seonghwa slapped your ass harshly. Maybe he was acting out from his reflex, maybe something inside him was switched on because when he heard you yelp, he snapped out of whatever it was that made him hurt your ass and winced, momentarily turning back into the bumbling nerd you knew from before. "Oh my God, I'm sorry, (y/n), a- are you okay? I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking," he was cringing so hard when he asked because your now red ass was glaring at him, proving that he was being harsh on you. But he was surprised when you turned around to look at him with your bottom lip between your teeth and a shy smile on your face, "N-no, Seonghwa, that was great."

God, it felt like he finally found the answer he has been looking for.

You were doing nothing but showing him a simple expression but for some reason Seonghwa found it so absolutely sexy. Pornographic even. It released the last hold Seonghwa had in himself and before you could reassure him more, Seonghwa had slipped himself into your cunt. The position you were in at the moment under him with your legs stretched back and Seonghwa's knees trapping your body by your thighs, made you feel even tighter to him. Seonghwa stilled with his eyes rolled back into their sockets as your face fell onto the cushion, the sound of you squealing from surprise muffled slightly but it was still loud enough for Seonghwa to hear. His hands found purchase on your ass, his fingers digging onto the soft flesh hard that you thought indents of his fingerprints could be found later if you look for them. "Shi- shit, Seonghwa! You could've warned me!" you whimpered once you managed to find the strength to lift your head again. "Sorry, (y/n), I- I-" he shuddered when he sunk in deeper, your warm cavern accommodating his dick beyond his imagination, "I couldn't- ah! Help myself, God, you're so f- fucking," it was hard for Seonghwa to speak because he tried pulling away once before pushing back in again and it was addicting. You were in no better shape than him. While Seonghwa's fingers dug into your ass, yours dug into his sofa cushion from pleasure. It wasn't like Seonghwa has a monster cock or anything, but for some reason it just felt right. Having him inside you just felt right to you and you were excited to feel and have more of him.

Luckily, Seonghwa started rocking his hips once the initial overwhelming intoxication ebbed away. Really, it felt like Seonghwa wasn't even moving on his own accord, it was as if something was controlling him but he didn't mind, he didn't care, not when whatever was making him move caused you to bury your face in your arms as you moaned and whined, asking, begging him to fuck you more, fuck you harder. That night, Seonghwa truly felt like his sexual urges was driving him as he suddenly grab you by your hair and pulled you up slightly. "Look," it was then that you realized that there was a window in front of you, "You look so beautifully sinful, how could you do this to me?" he grunted. It was true for one part, because it wasn't just you, it was him too, he looked absolutely delectable. You both looked straight out of a victorian pornographic painting with the warm lighting illuminating your figures and the darkness of the night sky outside the window serving as a blank canvas to accommodate the two of you.

"Shit," you gasped when you saw Seonghwa's eyebrows furrowing from the window, clenching your sopping cunt to trap Seonghwa's cock inside you. The more reaction you gave him, the more frantic Seonghwa's movements become. It was like a very intense tango with both of you giving and taking and teasing each other yet still working together in perfect harmony, synchronizing and complimenting each other like genuine art. Only if art is sweaty, messy, and noisy.

It didn't take long for Seonghwa to feel like he was nearly tipping off the edge of his climax. He was so close he could feel it on the tip of his tongue. Maybe he could thank the nights he spent fantasizing about you, those were his 'practice nights' for this day and it actually surprised him that he didn't immediately nutted inside you upon his entry. Those nights he spent fucking his pillow or humping his bed was nothing compared the feeling of your fluttering walls on his cock and your slick lubricating his movements. "I- I'm close," he huffed, hips hitting your ass sharper than before as his hands became harsher in gripping you, possessively trying to hold you as he had his way with you. "Seonghwa, cum in me," You whined, back arching with a moan following your beg. And so Seonghwa released his cum inside you at the mention of you wanting him there. His hips were stuttering slightly but the feeling of him releasing his cum inside you, having the thought of his cum mixing with your own swirling inside his head as the overstimulation creeped in was addicting. He didn't know how long he was going to cum but it felt endless. You, in the receiving end, couldn't help but tense up when Seonghwa's cum filled you to the brim. The movements he was still giving you made both of your mixed cum spill out and wetting your thighs and the sofa beneath you. The tensing muscles in your cunt, ass, and calf somehow heightened your pleasure and it made you even more aware of the presence of Seonghwa's cock still inside you.

When his movements slowed, Seonghwa's mind wound down and it was then that he realized that he had just had sex with you on his couch. Not only that, he was doing things he had never done before in a sexual way, things he had only seen people do in porn and maybe heard from his friends. He felt his chest bloom with pride but the unsureness of how you feel or how you would react prevented him from smiling out of happiness or even saying something to you.

So when you looked back at him, you had a wide grin on your face, making his heart skip a beat.

"So that's what you're into, huh? What else is on the list?"

Oh he's so fucked. Fucked in the best way.

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Smitten: The First Date

It’s been way too long since I’ve updated this series and I have so many ideas for them coming up. Lmk if you wanna be added to the series taglist!

Notes: F!reader, first official date, anxiety and jitters, fluff. Just really fluffy.

“Satoru you’re already running late, I’ll be okay here.”

“The kids will understand. Do you want another blanket?” Gojo’s class started three minutes ago and he refused to leave his office until he was sure you were set.

You’d been taking up the couch in his office during the day for the last few weeks, it soothed some of Gojo’s anxiety about leaving you alone now that his energy was rubbing off on you.

You nodded your head and Gojo draped another throw over your body. Hopefully it wouldn’t be too much longer before your leg healed so you could freely walk; maybe then your boyfriend would relax. (Unlikely) “The kids rely on their teacher to be on time, but thank you. We should bring in a space heater tomorrow, how did you get by without having one in here so far?”

“You’re always cold, and it’s not that bad usually but I don’t spend much time in here; too lonely. You know I’m not far and text me if you need anything at all. I’ll see you for lunch?”

“Go be a teacher before Yaga decides to hire someone with better attendance please.”

“Kiss first!” He exclaimed and kissed your lips before pulling away with a ‘mwah!’ sound, leaving you laughing at his cartoonish display.

You just shook your head at him while reigning yourself in, “I’ll be here when you’re done.”

“Are you sure about this, Kugisake? It looks like a lot with the flowers on the table too.”

“Girls love surprises, Sensei. Last time Fushiguro poked his head in she was asleep, this is literally the perfect time.” Nobara was putting the finishing touches on the makeshift dining table, while Yuuji and Megumi plated the food- something they took surprisingly seriously. Really they just wanted to impress you. “You should go get her before the food gets cold.”

Gojo followed the directions given to him by the 15 year old girl and took the short trip down the hall.

You were still sound asleep, and he heavily debated on postponing but the kids were indiscreetly spying on him. He couldn’t back out on it.

“Hey, baby, it’s time for lunch.” He knelt down to your level and rubbed your shoulder until you stirred- he hated waking you up. He hated it a little less when you gave him your half asleep smile.

“Lunch?” The coffee table was empty, usually he brought lunch with him.

“We’re actually going on a little mission, you and I. So up you go!”

“‘Toru! Crutches!” He had you in his arms and out of the room before you could even reach for them.

“Nope!” What did he mean no? How long was he going to carry you?

“Ta-da!” Apparently not long. Your boyfriend sat you in a chair and did jazz hands at the display in front of you- you put together then that it was a date. Your first date.

It was all arranged carefully and the food made your stomach grumble. “‘Toru this is wonderful! You didn’t have to do all this!”

“The kids helped, they’d kill me if I didn’t give partial credit.”

“I kinda figured since there’s three mysteriously floating heads spying on us in the doorway behind you.”

Gojo turned around, shooed them away with only some complaints, before closing the door and returned to your lunch date. “I know our relationship hasn’t evolved in the most traditional ways but I still wanted you to know that I care about the normal stuff too. A lot has been going on but I hadn’t even taken you out yet.”

“I wasn’t expecting anything-”

“I know,” Gojo sighed. “But I pulled you into a world you never knew existed and now you’re stuck with my baggage too. I think you’re doing great by the way, you haven’t even tried escaping.”

“Tried escaping- you’re ridiculous sometimes Satoru. Your world isn’t baggage, I know it can be cruel at times but it’s not all bad. It’s just a different experience, but I feel like I found my place with you all; I’ve never had that before…”

“You always have a place where I am, always.” His tone was serious enough to make your heart feel warm. Sometimes Gojo catches you off guard with how much he cares. His silliness is only one piece of the puzzle that is your boyfriend.

“Well I guess it’s good that I wanna be where you are, always.”

You both smiled at each other, and if you chose to ignore the sets of peeping eyes through the classroom window; then that was between you and the first years.

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I saw you like mbappe and he was invited by Ferrari today so maybe reader is dating charles but she’s a fan of kylian and she gets to meet him in the hospitality so charles gets jealous and upset?

Could be smut or not. I’ll leave this up to you. Thanks.

a/n: combining these two so if you don’t like mbappe, just skip the first part ig. (this is smut btw)

Mid-race, you were just a mere snap of a finger from just shouting at the screen in the hospitality out of pure frustration. You were sat alone among the crowd of people, all eyes focused on the various televisions on the room’s walls. No one was ecstatic about the on-track action but you were on a whole different level of pissed as your boyfriend had yet another bad race.

Usually, if you were watching alone, you’d be cursing out everything and everybody, but you couldn’t exactly do that here.

“Bordel de merde, quelle connerie...” For fuck’s sake, this is bullshit... You mumbled under your breath. At least most people here didn’t speak french.

Or so you thought.

“Eh, c’est pas trop gentil ça.” Hey, that’s not very nice. Someone laughed from behind you.

“Shit.” You panicked and turned around.

“Oh, Shit.” You cursed as you realized who was behind you.

“Vous supportez qui?” Who are you supporting? Kylian Mbappé, literally one of the most famous football players, casually asked, still smiling at what he heard you say as you tried to find a will and a way to answer him.

“Um…” You swallowed and looked around, “My boyfriend, Charles. I thought there wasn’t anyone who spoke french around me and- Yeah.” You prevented yourself from rambling.

“Je l’ai rencontré avant, depuis quelques années. C’était a Monaco.” I’ve met him before, a few years ago. In Monaco.

You shook your heard, “So you probably met him at a wrong time, if you met him at a Monaco GP. Well, probably. Ça dépend à quel temps du Dimanche vous l’avez rencontré, vraiment.” It depends what time of Sunday you met him.

Kylian frowned and laughed, “What?”

“Long story. Un chef-d’oeuvre.” A masterpiece.

“I’ve got time.”

And that’s how you spend half of the race with your favorite footballer, inconspicuous to the picture snapped of the conversation and posted onto Twitter.

When the race was over, you said goodbye to your one-off company and waited for Charles in his driver’s room.

After he finished his interviews, he joined you, looking a perfect mix of disappointed and pissed.

You walked up to him to give him a hug and a kiss, but he gave you a furious look that stopped you in your track.

“Moi je souffre dans la course et toi, tu flirtes avec Mbappé, ouais? Très sympas!” I’m suffering in the race and you’re flirting with Mbappé? Really nice! He was trying not to shout, he really was and you could hear it.

“Charles, what? I was-”

“Save it. I’ll know what to do about this when i’m done with the debrief, when we’re alone. Now, sit here and wait for me. You’re not going anywhere alone.” He huffed, patted your shoulder, changed out of his race suit into normal clothes and left you alone in the room.

It felt like it was forever later when he came back to get you. Charles opened the door and stood by it, gesturing for you to walk in front of him. Not a single word left his mouth, not even on the way to the hotel. He was absolutely fuming.

But the minute the door to your room shut behind the two of you, things changed.

“I finish a fucking awful race and the first fucking thing i see on my phone is my girlfriend giving fuck-me eyes to some footballer. You’re really good at this romance shit, chérie.” He gave a mocking smile.

“If you would let me-“

“I told you i don’t wanna hear it! Des excuses de ta part, des excuses de la part de l’équipe. Tu sais quoi?” Excuses from you, excuses from the team. You know what? He pushed you against the wall, his face dangerously close to yours, “Je m’en fiche.” I don’t care anymore.

“Charles, i-“

“Shh, baby.” His hand was on your cheek, his thumb on your lips, shushing you, “À genoux.” On your knees.

You sighed and got on your knees, looking up at him.

“Don’t give me those eyes. Tu sais bien quoi faire.” You know what to do. He gestured for you to hurry up.

You undid his belt and pulled down his pants and boxer and he stepped out of them. With your hand, you pumped his cock until it was completely hard and throbbing.

“Okay, now ouvre.” …open. He gatherer your hair in his hand and pulled back your head a little, your mouth open for him to push himself against your tongue until you felt him in the back of your throat and heard him grunt at the warmth as you gagged around him.

“Exactly. Reminds you that you shouldn’t be using this mouth for flirting with some french guy when at the end of the day, you’re gonna let me fuck it.”

His grip on your hair was tight enough that you had remotely no control over the movements. He needed to control at least that today, and it wasn’t like you were objecting.

He thrusted into your mouth repeatedly, moaning as he did so, making the heat pool between your legs rapidly.

He kept that going until he felt himself right on the edge then he instructed you to get up.

Charles didn’t even bother with the bedroom. There was a couch by your sides and it was perfectly suited for his intentions.

Kissing you, he pushed you back a little, taking the opportunity to pull off your clothes as well, then he turned you around and patted the back of the couch.

“Bend over.” His hand gave you a soft push, prompting you do oblige, and you did.

He stared down at your glistening pussy, tracing his finger teasingly between the folds.

“So wet, fuck… And all mine.” He spoke the last part sternly and pushed into you without any further warning.

“Oh God, Charles.” You gasped.

“That’s right. No one else can fuck you so good. He can’t fuck you like this.”

You rolled your eyes, “Says who? You should’ve let me try.”

Abruptly, he pulled you up so your back was to his chest, “Don’t fucking test me, i swear to god, chérie.”

You nodded and he let you go, thrusting into you with an exhilarating pace, making your hands fist the couch cushions.

“Tell me you’re mine.” Charles requested.

“I’m yours. Fuck, Charles.” You moaned, “I’m only yours.”

His fingers dug into the skin of your waist and he continued moving, maintaining his rhythm, rubbing your clit as well, feeling the way you kept clenching around his cock until you came, shaking under him just before his release followed, the room filling with curse words of various languages.

Barely a few breaths were taken before he pulled out and hoisted you up, carrying you into the shower.

“Fucking horrible day.” He mumbled as he walked with you in his arms.

“Sorry about the race, baby.” You kissed his neck.

“You leave the race alone. You have something else to be sorry for.” He rolled his eyes.

“You don’t trust me? He wasn’t flirting with me i swear. We actually talked about you most of the time!”

He set you down in the shower, fixed the water and joined you under the hot stream, his arms wrapping around you, bringing you closer to him as he whispered to you, “I do trust you, but i still get jealous.”

a/n: thanks for requesting🫶🏻

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sunlightmurdock · 1 year

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Sub Rosa | Chapter 10: December | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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His arms squeezed softly around your waist, shifting you in his lap, nuzzling his jaw against the crook of your neck as his fingers dance along the keys.

You’re both completely unaware that you’re being watched. It’s Christmas Eve and your father is throwing his annual party.

It’s bigger than usual this year, your father has invited most of his work buddies.

Tom Kazansky is standing in the corner of the room, his back to the wall and a half-empty champagne flute in his hand. He’s watching his youngest daughter. You’re sitting at the piano your mother plays once in a blue moon. Your mother isn’t playing it tonight. You’re resting against Rooster’s thigh, he’s playing an old Christmas tune and humming some lyrics against your cheek.

Tom brings his glass to his lips and takes a sip. Tonight’s dress code was once black tie but as the night has progressed, Rooster’s tie has been left somewhere near the pool table.

The top few buttons of his shirt are open, tanned skin peeking through. His cheeks are flushed slightly from the warmth of the obnoxiously big fireplace for a beachside home and from the bottle of champagne he had finished whilst playing pool an hour ago.

You’re wearing red. Your father watches the way your face lights up as you turn to smile at your boyfriend.

“They look good together, huh?” Maverick is the only one brave — or stupid — enough to interrupt Ice’s staring. He stands beside his wingman and takes a sip from his own champagne glass, lips quirking up at the sight before him.

Tom can’t argue. You do. He’s never seen you so happy. If someone had told him five months ago that he would have come to terms with this relationship rather than destroying it, he would have laughed in their face. Not that he had much choice in accepting it. You were just as stubborn as he was, maybe even more so — it wasn’t a fight he was ever going to win.

“Come on, it could be a lot worse,” Mav nudged Tom with his elbow playfully. He took a drink. “Rooster’s a lot better behaved than I was at his age.”

Tom shuddered at the thought of you ever ending up with someone like Maverick. He pursed his lips as he watched Rooster kiss your temple delicately.

“Heard that they’re moving in together.” Maverick added. Tom hummed softly. He was still pretending that wasn’t happening. He had been warned about it three weeks ago, it was now happening next week, after Christmas.

He narrowed his eyes slightly as Rooster’s nose brushed against yours, making you laugh as you leaned closer to him.

“Uh-huh.” Ice acknowledged. That was as much as he could muster. His youngest was leaving home. That wasn’t easy under any circumstance. “It’s closer to work, apparently.”

Maverick laughed. They both knew that didn’t have a thing to do with your decision to move out, and that Bradley Bradshaw was a much stronger influence in your decision making.

It was the right time anyway. You’d gone into your first big girl job almost three months ago, you were spending almost ninety percent of your time at Rooster’s place anyway, it just made sense. Your parents had taken it well at a surface level, but you knew they were struggling with the idea.

Bradley was thrilled. He had been dropping hints since August that he wanted you to move in with him.

“You’re happy for her?” Maverick checked.

Tom watched as Bradley turned his chin towards him and pressed his lips delicately to yours. He shrugged his shoulders,“Trying my best to be.”

He shook his head as Maverick laughed at his side. Mav patted his shoulder and turned the two of them toward the bar instead.

You smiled, resting your head against his as Rooster played White Christmas on the piano. Rooster kissed your jaw gently, acutely aware of exactly how many eyes were on the two of you.

“You know you can’t get up, right?” Rooster whispered against your earlobe.

Your smile grew as you shifted back against his semi-hard dick through his pants, “I was thinking of going and stretching my legs actually.”

“You wouldn’t.” He replied, keeping up appearances as he tapped away at the keys. You shifted in his lap, glancing back at him with a devious smile playing on your lips.

“Think of like… taxes or something.” You suggested, earning a soft chuckle from him.

Rooster shook his head, kissing the curve of your jaw softly, “All I can think about is how I’m gonna have you all to myself in a week’s time.”

You smiled at the idea, brushing a hand over his firm shoulder, up to cup his cheek. You draped your arm around the back of his neck and kissed his temple, just to have a reason to get your lips next to his ear.

“You can have me right now.”

Rooster groaned softly. He whined, “Honey, you’re so not helping.”

“Mav’s coming.” You kissed his cheek and stood up. Luckily, Mav is the biggest boner killer that Rooster could think of. He shifted slightly closer to the piano as his Uncle Maverick leaned up against the top of it.

“I hear that congratulations are in order, you two.” Maverick was drunk. He grinned at the two of you. Bradley laughed softly and nodded his head gratefully. You leaned against the piano at his side.

Maverick took another sip of his drink, “Moving in together - that’s crazy. I remember when you were both in diapers. God, I’m old.”

You smiled across at Rooster.

“Don’t get married,” Maverick mumbled tiredly, giving his head a soft shake, he looked between the two of you, eyes wide, “Oh god - don’t have kids, then I’ll really be old.”

Bradley scoffed at the idea, pushing himself up from the piano confidently. You took a quick glance down, finding that his problem had resolved itself. He leaned in and kissed your cheek gently.

“C’mon, Mav,” Bradley chuckled, patting his uncle’s shoulder playfully, “How about we get you some water?”

“Don’t be so boring, Bradshaw!” Maverick answered, ducking under Bradley’s arm and out of his grasp. He wasted no time, immediately turning on his heel and heading for the bar, “Celebrate with me.”

Bradley looked between you and Maverick.

“Go, go.” You encouraged.

“I love you. Be good.”

You smiled sweetly, waving him off. You turned calmly and crossed the room, moving to stand beside your father.

“Princess.” Tom greeted you calmly.

“Stop glaring at him.” You elbowed him softly. He turned his head and looked at you. Tom sighed, then draped his arm around your shoulder.

“He’s never going to be good enough for you.” Ice declared, kissing the top of your head gently. You scoffed in response.

You both turned your heads, watching Bradley grimace as Maverick slides him a shot of tequila. You smiled fondly, then glance up at your father frowning at them both.

“Would anyone be?”

“No.” Ice answered. You chuckled softly, taking a deep breath and lifting your head to look at him.

“Are you still upset that I’m moving out?” You asked.

“I’m just saying, he could’ve proposed or something before-“

“Dad.” You warned.

Ice sighed. There was no correct answer. None of the parenting books covered what you were supposed to do when your youngest leaves home to move in with her boyfriend. Ice knows - he checked.

“You have to promise that you’ll visit home all the time.” Ice demanded gently.

“I’m only like a half an hour away.” You reminded him, resting your head against his shoulder. Tom hummed in response. Half an hour too far for his liking. The parenting books might not have mentioned what to do in this situation, but they covered ‘letting go’ pretty extensively.

Rooster coughed, shivering slightly and slamming his shot glass back down, while Mav waved over two more each. Tom glanced down at his watch - he would give them two more minutes before he intervened.

Tom had let go before. He had three other kids that had already grown up and flown the nest. But you were the last one, and Tom had always hated having an empty home.

“You know, it’s not too late to change your mind.” He tried, one last time.

“Not happening, Daddy.” You answered.

He turns his head towards you, his expression stern. Watching the way you straighten up and stare back at him, matching his expression expertly, he softens. His lips curve up at the edges.

You stand before him, beautiful, elegant — in love. He remembers you at these parties when you were younger, tugging him away from his navy buddies halfway through the night, asking him to read you a bedtime story.

“When did you get so grown up, huh?” Ice asks you. You soften similarly, smiling gently at him. He exhales, then shakes his head. “And how did I miss it?”

You step forwards and he pulls you into his arms, you hug yourself closer to him.

“Love you, old man.” You joke, he chuckles softly as he kisses the top of your head, squeezing you in his arms.

“I love you too, Angel.”

He lets you go and glances at the floor, then sighs. “I’m… happy that you’re happy.”

You try to hide the amused smile that forms on your face, but wind up breaking out in a grin anyway, “Thank you.”

He gives a small nod and watches you turn away. You go and find one of your sisters and strike up conversation with them. He shakes his head softly, deciding that he could do with some air.

After walking around for a while, he passes by a room, glancing inside to see Maverick passed out and supported solely by Rooster. Ice steps into the room as the young pilot grunts softly, trying to keep his uncle on his feet.

This isn’t the first time that Maverick has had too much to drink at one of these events.

“Bradshaw.” Ice nods in acknowledgement as Rooster struggles to keep the full amount of Mav’s dead weight up.

“Sir.” Rooster’s voice is strained as he lays Maverick down on the couch. He sighs and stands upright, then extends his hand out towards Tom Kazansky.

Maverick grumbles in his sleep and fidgets, finding comfort on the couch finally, sinking further into sleep.

Iceman reaches out and shakes your boyfriend’s hand, then turns towards the drinks cart. He pours himself a scotch and hands a single measure of it to Bradley.

After the amount of tequila he just drank with Maverick, he probably should turn this down, but your father is being kind to him and he isn’t trying to ruin that.

He takes the glass and thanks Tom softly. They each take a sip.

“You’re not going to make me regret letting her move out with you, are you, son?” Ice asks calmly, resting against the table behind him. Rooster shakes his head quickly, straightening up.

“No, sir.” He decides sincerely.

Ice nods slowly.

“So, are you going to marry her?” Ice asks. He expects the pilot in front of him to pale, panic — something along those lines. Instead, Rooster’s lips quirk up into a smile.

“As soon as she’ll let me.”

This has Tom surprised, he can’t lie. He wasn’t expecting that answer, but he respects it. He nods at Rooster.

“Well,” As Ice stands upright and straightens out his suit, Rooster prepares himself for a lecture. Instead, Ice reaches out and rests his hand on Rooster’s arm. “In that case, I’ll be the first one to say welcome to the family.”

Rooster stares at him, equally surprised. He swallows softly and nods. “Thank you, sir.”

“But if you hurt her…”

“I won’t. Ever.” Rooster promises, his tone demonstrating just how dedicated he is to keeping that promise. Tom nods again.

“Then, even though you didn’t ask for it,” Tom quirks his eyebrow and shrugs, making Rooster’s smile falter — was he supposed to ask for your hand, or something? — “You have my blessing.”

Rooster isn’t surprised that he receives a text asking him to sneak away and meet you a while later. By that point, Mav has caught his second wind and is awake, talking Tom’s ear off about the good old days.

Bradley sneaks away and ducks into the downstairs bathroom, locking the door behind him. You grin, stepping forwards and leaning up, kissing his mouth softly.

Without missing a beat, he wraps his arms around you and walks you backwards until you bump into the bathroom counter. You push yourself up onto it. He grabs your knees, parting them for him to stand between, deepening the kiss.

It’s urgent, desperate, both of you pressing into each other. Teeth and tongues, moaning softly between kisses. Then, he pulls back.

“Your dad and I were talking earlier,” Rooster breathes out as you work open the buttons on his shirt. You frown, lifting your head and staring at him disapprovingly.

“Can we not talk about my Dad right now?” You ask as you fumble with his belt. He tugs you closer to the edge of the counter and kisses you, nodding his head.

“He wants me to marry you.” Rooster explains, stroking his fingers tenderly along your spine. You pop open the zipper on his pants and look up at him.

You frown slightly, then shrug, “It’s just him being a dad, ignore him.”

Rooster shakes his head. He squeezes your hips gently, eyes on yours, completely serious.

“No,” He says gently, “I want to marry you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Your lips part slightly. You stare at him for a couple of seconds too long, brows furrowed. He stares back, not quite knowing how you’ll react.

You’re still young, he tries to convince himself that he’ll understand if it isn’t what you want — it’ll hurt to hear, though.

“Rooster… did you just propose?” You say it slowly, trying to wrap your head around the fact that this is where he chose to do it. In the guest bathroom at your parents’ house, right before you were going to have a quickie. It’s not the exact story that you can imagine telling your grandchildren one day.

He thinks about it. He guesses that he kind of just did.

“I’ll propose for real, with a ring, and I’ll make it special,” He tells you softly, brushing your hair back off of your face. “I just need you to know that you’re everything I want and more.”

You stare at him as his fingers trail over your thighs. He leans in and kisses your lips softly.

“So… if I did ask,” He cups your jaw in his hand and raises his eyebrows, stroking his thumb tenderly over your cheek. “Would you say yes?”

Your lips curve up just slightly into a small smile. This is the same man who was willing to give up his career for you without hesitation. You have no doubt in your mind that the rest of your life with Rooster would be happy, he’d do everything in his power to keep you safe and content.

There’s no one else that you would accept a proposal from in the middle of a quickie other than him. You nod your head slowly.

“Really? — You want to marry me?” He breathes out. You give another soft nod. He sighs in relief, wrapping his arms around you, pressing his lips to your temple. “God, I love you.”

You grin up at him, draping your arms around his broad shoulders and pulling him into you. “We should probably start practicing for our wedding night now, right?”

“Right.” He agrees, chuckling breathlessly as he presses his body into yours.

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chicken-fifi · 7 months

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Stray Kids Reaction | They Have a Crush on You

Pairing: Stray Kids Members x GN!Reader

Requested by anon: Can you do a headcanon for stray kids and Unrequited love (when they have a fat crush on the reader) (gender neutral please)

Genre: angst

A/n: the pain i felt while writing this. surprisingly enough, i've had a lot of stray kids x crush!reader reactions from many different scenarios (ie. player, shirtless, comfort level, etc.) i would consider this the first one that delves into what they're like when they have a crush.

Bang Chan: Literally a blubbering mess half of the time. Christopher is flustered at the sound of your name so when you’re in front of him, he’s a goner. He’s shaking and stuttering and just can’t seem to get a grip over himself as he tries to hold a conversation with you. The man you see on stage performing and driving everyone nuts, it no where to be found. But there’s no way you would even look at him or spare a glance at the sparkle in your eye. Not when those sparkles belong to Changbin.

“I, I, I, um, sorry! I just- I think I- nevermind.”

Lee Know: Unlike Chris, Minho is able to talk to you comfortably without any problems. Yes he has a massive crush on and does flirt with you openly, but he ends up being heartbroken by how lighthearted you take it. He feels as though you just see him as the weird friend who you can count on to make you laugh and lift up your spirits when you’re down. And he settles with that for a while and then officially when Hyunjin and you are revealed to be dating.

“Did you end up watching the movie you were talking about the other day?”

Changbin: Cheerful and active Changbin uses those two things to try and appeal to you. It does work, eliciting laughs and thoughtful conversations when you’re together. The two of you even end up working out and going on runs together from time to time. Every single time, his heart is beating rapidly as he spends time with you, wondering if you have feelings for him like he has for you. During one of your usual work out sessions he finds out you don’t. How? You suddenly began asking about Jisung and his interests.

“He really likes cheesecake and chocolate cake, but I’m sure whatever you end up getting him he’ll love.”

Hyunjin: Hyujin’s crush on you started the moment you’d listened to all of his worries and gave him good and valid advice. Not once did you judge him for any of his worries, no matter how mundane they may have seemed. He fell hard for you and tried his best to be there for you in your times of need. He listened to your worries, tried to ease any burdens you may be feeling, and attempted to lift your spirits. And then Felix thanked him one day for helping you out when he couldn’t. He’d never been as heartbroken as he was then.

“If you’re somewhere, it’s because you are meant to be there. You told me that yourself, remember?”

Han: In this scenario, we’ll say the two of you bonded over your love for cakes and other sweet/semi sweet pastries. It became part of you guys’ daily routine to go out to various cafes, bakeries, pastry, and dessert shops to try different types of cheese and chocolate cakes to find the best in the city. He’d made up his mind to tell you how he felt the next time the two of you went to a bakery only to be left speechless when you made a comment about asking Seungmin to bring her for your next date.

“Oh, yeah. It does seem suitable for couples, doesn't it?”

Felix: With you being a rather prominent songwriter, it was natural for you and Felix to get close, especially considering the constant presence you held when the group was writing and producing songs for upcoming albums. Something about the way you’re able to write something so beautiful that speaks to him in a song. In short he fell for your way with words and just as he finished building up the courage to ask and entertain the idea that you would accept a possible date, Jeongin comes into the picture in the form of a very comfortable kiss and displays of affection.

“That line you wrote in the other song was incredibly moving. You’re a poet.”

Seungmin: Unlike Chris who gets flustered around you, Seungmin gets a bit more, more reserved, but he doesn’t choke horribly. His shyness when it comes to you is only with words. He won’t say much but he does a lot. He isn’t shy to show he likes you. He passes you salt, napkins, gets you a drink, even casually brings over some snacks without you needing to say a word. He just does it. And while it may come across as him simply being a good host or dinner mate, he doesn’t do it out of obligation, he does it because he wants to. But then Christopher starts doing those things when you’re around and he adds a particular word in front of his questions, “Love?”

“I didn’t know you two were seeing each other. Is this a recent development?”

I.N: Another shy person, but this time shy and flustered. Jeongin is already a pretty clumsy person, add you into the mix and he’s falling and tripping everywhere. He can’t help but crush even harder on you as you constantly help him and worry over him. It’s so genuine and you don’t fault him for being human. But he notices that that’s as far as you ever go. Helping him. You don’t have deep conversations with him like you do with Minho, and for that he wishes he could’ve been more straightforward.

“Thanks for helping me again. I really do appreciate it.”

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gyuswhore · 11 months

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hi hi hi! could i request p.u.n.k girl with jeonghan? tysm!

I really like the setup for this one, hope you enjoy it too!!

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Somebody's throwing rocks at Jeonghan's window, and he's not enjoying it too much.

Kicking the sheets off, he pads to his window, yanking it open to curse the perpetrator's entire bloodline for waking him up at this ungodly hour.

He's not sure how he hadn't called it, but when he sees your Cheshire Cat smile looking up at him from your place outside the house, he can only laugh in mild shock.

"Hey Rapunzel, why don't you put down your hair and join me for a midnight stroll?" you call out cheekily.

"I thought we were past the days of Romeo and Juliet, we have front doors and a lack of parental supervision. Make your life easier and call me if you're here, perhaps?" His tone is a little snappier than usual, the sleep yet to leave his body.

"What's the fun in that? Come on, I told my boss I was dying of a rare viral infection at the hospital so I wouldn't have to take the morning shift. Look at me lying to spend time with you."

"You'd lie to save a cockroach, forgive me for not feeling special."

Huffing in response, Jeonghan watches you disappear from view, presumably stomping into the building to come upstairs.

When you do finally join him in bed, he hopes you'll deflate your energy levels and just go to sleep with him. His eyes are already closing as he feels you nuzzle into him, his own arms coming up to attach you to himself.

The peace lasts for perhaps five minutes before you break out of his hold again. Sitting up, you throw yourself on his half-asleep form and try to shake him awake again.

Jeonghan considers homicide.

But the look you were giving him, pouty face and all, was enough for him to sigh and sit up himself.

"What do you wanna do?"

With how your face lights up in absolute elation, how you begin to ramble about riding bikes next to the river because it'd be empty, about how you wanted to smell the evening primrose.

You don't get to finish your monologue, because Jeonghan has brought his hands to your face to pull you in for a kiss. It's a short peck, that turns into multiple as you giggle at his burst of affection.

"Does this mean I'm forgiven for waking you up?"

"Sure, punk," he replies before diving in for another.

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risquefanfics457 · 1 year

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Hi, hope you're doing well 💗 could you please write some cuddling hcs for Josuke?

YES!

Josuke is an avid cuddler. He isn’t the most used to them, because he spends most of his time at home being alone. Usually, because his mom and grandpa were at work. I wouldn’t say he’s touch starved, but once he starts, he is never going to stop. Funny enough, he only cuddles on the couch half of the time in the living room. He’s prone to sitting on the floor to play video games, especially if he’s really focused. It’s not comfortable, but gaming requires sacrifice. Not yours though. If you come to sit or wrap yourself around him he will, 1. Be slightly annoyed because he’s trying really hard to finish this level, or 2. He’ll finish what he’s doing and pick you up and put you on the couch where it’s more comfortable. Just because he’s uncomfortable doesn’t mean you have to be. He sleeps on a bed anyway. The traditional thing to do is to sleep on the floor on a mat or something. Same for eating at the table, but Morioh is pretty heavily inspired by western culture, so Josuke hates sleeping on the floor, or sitting there for long periods of time. So you have to go sit somewhere better. No sense in getting a sore butt. When he is on the couch, he starts by wrapping an arm around his s/o and pulling them in so you can rest your head on his shoulder. He doesn’t mind if his hand falls asleep. You are worth a thousand numb hands. But he might ask you if you’re awake and if it’s okay to move just a bit, then you can go right back to where you were. Tomoko caught him after he messed with the thermostat so you would snuggle in closer. He has some trouble initiating cuddles, but if you make the first move, he is delighted. I mean, he is over the moon, he will pull you into his lap and kiss your head all over. He doesn’t typically cuddle in public, but he will if he’s cold or you ask or when he’s jealous. And he gets jealous. Spooning is huge for Josuke. He will hold you close and protect you with his body. He is the little spoon when he likes to be pampered, but usually, he is the big spoon. He’s protecting the most vulnerable area in his mind. He has your back, literally.

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nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx · 4 months

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Helpless part 3 peeps

It was almost five and Nico had embarrassingly spent the whole day thinking about Will Solace, he was stubborn and got on his nerve but he was cute in a way. Nico headed to the infirmary where Will Solace stood there waiting for him,

"Hey Nico." Wil called out brightly,

"Hello Solace." Nico said coldly, this Apollo kid could not know anything. Will did the routine of lecturing him about how he needs to eat more, his severe vitiam D deficiencies, iron deficiencies and about twenty more that could never remember.

"Okay so, I'm giving you some vitamins. Take this one with breakfast and the blue one before you sleep, also I looked through the tests you did. You have PTSD and depression, I would recommend therapy but then you would send an army of skeletons after me, pass out and potentially die and I really don't want you to die. I think we have reached a level of kind of friendship and would not like you to die right now, take one of these a day first thing in the morning with water before you eat anything." Will said walking around the room picking up three different containers and placing them on a table in front of Nico.

"Solace I'm fine. I'm not taking them." Nico spoke bluntly,

"Yes you are, doctors orders. I will be telling your sister to make sure you take them and after she leaves I'll make sure you do." Will respond firmly,

"Solace you aren't my father, I don't need you checking in on me. I won't take them, I am fine." Nico said avoiding eye contact as the blonde boy towered over him.

"Nico di Angelo, it is my job to make sure you are healthy. I do not care whether you like it or not, you need to take the medication. I don't care if I have to shove it down your throat, I can't have you dying on me di Angelo so take the fucking pills. Please for the love of Apollo or I guess Hades just take it, I don't care how much you say you're okay, you are not. Do you know how many times I have considered putting you in the infirmary on an IV because you looked like you wouldn't last another day? Have you even eaten today Nico? It may seem shocking to you but I actually care about you, I don't want you to drop dead." Will finishes, his usual gentle voice lost replaced with a shaking yet harsh one."Shit, Nico I'm really sorry I just, I'm really concerned about you. Please just take the pills, doctors orders." Will replies in his usual gentleness.

"Okay I'll take them, I swear I'm trying to eat more it's just I forget I need to. Spending years with ghosts and then trapped in that jar I always forget I'm meant to eat." Nico whispered, he was actually trying to eat, but it just makes him feel sick.

"It's at dinner I'll sit with you and Hazel at the Hades table." said Will.

"I thought you weren't allowed to do that?" Nico wondered.

"For medical purposes, I am." Will added simply, Nico didn't argue after that. Seeing Will speaking in that harsh voice, it made him seem more real. He didn't want to admit it but after that he wanted him even more.

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They walked to the Hades table,

"Oh hey, Will Solace right? I thought you were an Apollo kids, why are you sitting at Hades?" Hazel asked,

"Medical reasons; you're Hazel I presuming?" Will responded, after that they started talking. They got on quite well. With Will there Nico felt more pressured to eat, even then he barley finished half a plate. "It's getting better, just try to eat a bit more each day. I'll see you at campfire, yeah Nico?" Will said before walking away.

"So that's loverboy?" Hazel grinned as Nico tried to hide his blushing,

"Shut up Hazel, there's no chance he likes me." Nico responded softly, looking down. "Especially after today, I'll see you at campfire Haze." He finished before leaving.

***

"Gods Will, just tell him." Annabeth sighed,

"There's no chance he likes me back. I quite literally yelled at him today because he wasn't taking his medication."

"Will, please if Nico di Angelo was going to get scared by yelling he would not have survived Tartarus."

"I know but what if he's straight?" What if he was homophobic.....he was from the 30s...Nico probably didn't know he was bi since he was never at camp constantly. Will didn't say anything to Annabeth but the thought was in the back of his mind. Annabeth thought quickly, she didn't want to out Nico but also he didn't want Will to think he had no chance, he'd been pining over Nico for so long it was kind of hopeless.

"You won't know until you talk to him Will."

"I swear he hates me, he won't even say we're friends."

"Will, Nico does not hate you. If he did he would have made that very clear."

"But-"

"I promise he doesn't hate you Will, trust me."

"Okay Annabeth I trust you, but I still think there is no chance Nico di Angelo, the living embodiment of darkness will ever fall for the son of Appollo." With that Will walked off to the infirmary, just as Percy and Jason came running in.

"Hey Wise Girl." Percy said while kissing her,

"Hi Seaweed brain." Annabeth replied as she messed up his hair,

"I'm sorry to interrupt but I did want to tell you two something." Jason said, "Nico came out to the rest of the group today as well as Reyna. "

"Wait really? Gods I'm so proud of him." Annabeth said, she felt a strange amount of protectiveness over the son of Hades. He'd gone through so much and she was so proud of him for telling everyone.

"I'm guessing I'm still not his type? Wait there's no one I need to drown right? Because I gladly will drown anyone if required,"

"Thankfully no, but I did also offere to strike anyone with lighting if required." Jason responded as he and Percy high fived. Piper walked towards them after leaving a group of Aphrodite kids, she had a look in her eyes which Annabeth could only assume meant she was planning something.

"Guys so you know how Nico likes Will-"

"Wait what?" Annabeth said shocked.

"Nico said you and Percy already knew?" Piper said extremely confused,

"So his type is blondes? " Percy asked,

"Well um..anyways what's the chance that they get together? I need to hear your predictions, Aphrodite kid tradition except they don't know this time so I thought I would ask you guys."

"80%" Percy and Jason said in unison before Annabeth just smiled and said,

"100" and walking off.

"Anyways bye you two, I should probably go and help plan that date for Clarisse and Chris. I told Clarisse we would have it planned by campfire." She said kissing Jason and walking back to where her siblings were.

"Bro I bet I can beat you in a sword fight right now." Jason said,

"Not a chance, your on. No prep time allowed."

"Let's go then."

Percy and Jason both ran off to the forest likely going to do something extremely stupid and probably electrocute a few people but honestly no one cares as their fights were some of the most exciting things to watch.

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Osomatsu Drabble for Anonymous

"Can you write me a drabble where Osomatsu confesses to the reader?"

The sun was setting as the two of you were by the river, the sky growing hues of orange and red, the clouds pink and purple. If you had decided to lie down beside the man next to you, you might see the sky fading to deep dark blue behind you, but you were enjoying the last bit of sunshine left for the day.

You and your good friend, Osomatsu, had crossed paths earlier that afternoon, catching you as you were taking out your garbage, he having left the pachinko parlor he frequented nearby. He hadn’t won much, only about ¥500, but was very excitedly boasting about his win, then proceeded to make an offer you both knew was silly, treat you to a day on the town. You had commented on it, saying that the miniscule amount of money he had wouldn't get the two of them very far, to which he blatantly admitted he hoped you would in turn, pick up his slack. The audacity of his words amused you, like they usually did, so you actually took him up on his offer, opting to spend the day with this goof considering you didn’t have anything better to do on your day off.

The two of you spent the entire afternoon doing absolutely nothing, opting to just walk around and sit in the park, people watching. The both of you sat side by side on benches, making up little conversations the people were having, creating drama in your own little world in a little bubble the two of you shared. You changed locations every hour or so, Osomatsu got a bit antsy when staying in one place too long, his legs bouncing impatiently when you two were too idle for his liking.

He had spent his shiny gold coin a little while ago, opting to buy you and him some onigiri, complaining the whole time that he’d much rather buy beer but you had said you were hungry. However, to appease him, and to mainly get him to stop whining, you got a few beers and a couple snacks for you to share. After buying them, the two of you mosied on down by the river, skipping some rocks, just shooting the shit as you usually did. He complained about his brothers and his plights as a NEET, you complained about your uptight boss and shitty coworkers, something Osomatsu urged you to do often.

As the sun had made its way lower in the sky, the two of you grew tired and just opted to sit by the river now, reclined on the grassy hill between where the rocks started and the footpath above. You had bought a little 6-pack for the two of you, Osomatsu already drinking his three, while you were sitting and still working on your second one.

“Heeey, can I have your last beer?”

You let out a small bark of a laugh, glancing back at him. “No?”

“Whaaaa? But you haven’t even finished that one yet, and you’re gonna drink a whole other can? Bullshit, bet you can’t.” Osomatsu teased.

You rolled your eyes at him, even though you knew he was actually right, and he knew he was right too. Your threshold was usually two, to two and a half beers, depending on how much you ate. Glancing down to the can in your hand, then to the plastic shopping bag where the last beer sat, you pondered what to do.

“C’mooooooooooon, just gimme the can!” He sat up now, the two of you eye level.

Without really thinking much more about it, you handed him the half drank can you were already working on. “Here, just finish this one, I get the full one.”

“Heh, half a beer is better than nothing.” He said with a shrug, taking the can and immediately throwing his head back, chugging the rest of the can.

As he worked the can, you grabbed the last one and cracked it open, bringing the metal to your lips and taking a sip before you paused.

“Ahhhh, yeah, that’s the stuff.” Osomatsu smacked his lips as he made a satisfied hum, happy to get what he wanted before the realization set in.

The two of you had just indirectly kissed… You sure as hell weren’t going to say anything about it, that's for sure. You had been battling how you’d been feeling about Osomatsu for some time now, your feelings spilling over from friend to crush, it was hard to sleep some nights… most nights, since he was always on your mind.

Maybe he wouldn’t bring it up, maybe he won’t notice… You hoped he wouldn’t actually, if he said something it would make it real, it would make it something you’d have to deal with… You didn’t want to deal with it, not right now… You liked how things were, there was no point fucking up your friendship by-

“Hey.”

“Hm?” Immediately pulling away from your thoughts, you looked over to meet Osomatsu’s gaze, his eyes just a bit hazy. He had a tolerance barely higher than you, usually three to four was his limit.

“Why aren’t ya saying anything?” He asked, bumping his shoulder against yours.

“Hm? About?” You asked, tilting your head a bit.

His mouth widened into a cheeky smile. “Awww, don’t tell me the indirect kiss you just pulled wasn’t on purpose.”

Your eyes widened and before your embarrassment set in, you put on a confident front, something of a defense mechanism for you. “Ha! What? Osomatsu, you’re such a kid sometimes…” You turned your head away, staring now at the river water as it flowed by.

“Oh, so it wasn’t? Man, aren't I lucky then! An accidental indirect kiss with you of all people? Better than any pachinko jackpot.”

You paused, keeping your head straight ahead, but glanced over in his direction beside you with your eyes. “What… does that mean?” You asked, taking another sip of your beer.

“You know, cause you’re you?” He said it in a way he implied it was obvious.

You weren’t understanding and finally turned your head to look at him, your eyebrows furrowing, hoping he would elaborate.

“You know… You’re hot, you’re funny, you know how to take a dirty joke, not too serious, not to mention you buy and treat me to shit! What I wouldn’t give to make you mine.” He said all with a bright smile on his face.

“Why don’t you then?” It slipped out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.

Osomatsu blinked at you, his smile staying there, but the slight confusion was apparent in his irises. “Huh?”

Your mouth moved again without you able to catch up. “Why don’t you make me yours?”

The man started to falter, his smile fading, his red, tipsy cheeks growing deeper in hue. He turned his head away and brought a hand to his face, it covering his nose and mouth as he started to stammer, his words muffled. “Shit… don’t say stuff like that, you’ll make me think you're serious.”

You moved your head forward again, looking to the surface of the water once more. Who would have thunk than an accidental kiss would have led to a seemingly accidental confession on Osomatsu’s part, if that’s really what this was. “And… What if I was? What… would you do?”

“Are you?” He asked.

“Are you?” You asked back.

The two of you looked at one another at the same time, each equally red in the face as your gazes met. You sat there in silence for a few beats before the both of you erupted into laughter, his shoulder bumping into yours and you bumping back. Bright, loud laughing, sweet light airy giggles, snorting, and howling filled the air as your laughs morphed and melded with one another.

When you finished laughing, you handed him your beer, deciding to pass it between the both of you until it was empty, sitting and watching the sunset beyond the horizon, the sky slowly turning more and more purple. You each rested your hands down on the grass beside one another, and a moment later, they inched closer and closer, your pinkies intertwining as you sat, your head making its way to his shoulder. A moment later you felt a warm set of lips against your temple, causing your stomach to grow tight and your heart to grow full.

#spice.ososan #my art #the person who requested this wants to remain anon so <3 #uhhh yeah you will NEVER find y/n or 'reader' or anything like that in my reader stuff btw....#anyway i banged this out fast ... i hope u guys like it???? heh #osomatsu #osomatsu san #osomatsu x reader #drabble #yeah uhhhhhhhhh anyway uhhhhhhhhhhhhh dies explodes and blows upp

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