#so now all I can think is that I’m gonna be away for a while and he won’t know why and didn’t have any of the usual signs that I’m leaving
Text
I'm Proud of You
Pairing: Platonic!Grid x Fem!Driver!Reader
Summary: Being the youngest and newest driver to the grid is not an easy adjustment to make and it ends up taking a toll on you. Thankfully some of the other drivers on the grid are there to look out for you.
A/N: Was going to wait till Saturday to post this, but I had a shit day today so I decided to post it now. Hope you enjoy!
~~~
No one really knew what Mercedes was thinking when they announced that they were signing you, an F2 rookie who placed 6th in the Formula 2 Championship, as the one to take the 2nd Mercedes seat. Everyone expected you to be named a reserve driver, so that you could prepare for the jump to F1. Yet here you were, jumping straight into the deep end. Even after you heard the news that you would be racing in Formula One, you were left more with shock and confusion rather than excitement.
Sure, you had done a couple of test drives for Mercedes and had participated in an F1 practice session or two, but you didn’t think that was enough to put you in contention for a Formula One seat.
But the media thought otherwise, and so did Mercedes.
Both your friends and family tried to reassure you that you were good enough to race in Formula One, and you had seen countless interviews of Toto Wolf saying that he had made the right decision in signing you.
But none of that could take away the fact that all eyes were now on you.
The first female to race in Formula One, and now the youngest on the grid.
The season hadn’t even started and yet you felt like Atlas holding the world weight of pressure that was placed upon your shoulders. You now have something to prove. And everyone was waiting for you to either fly or fall.
Maybe that’s why you couldn’t find the courage to cross the turnstile that led into the paddock during the first race weekend of the season. Crossing over would make everything real. And you would be doing it alone, as both your family and your manager weren't able to get to the track till later in the day.
“Did you forget your badge on the first day?” A voice said from behind you. You turned to see Charles and Pierre.
“You can just jump over the gate. Yuki does it all the time.” Pierre said.
“No, I have my badge…I’m just nervous to enter the paddock.” You said, motioning with your head to the turnstiles.
“What makes you so nervous?” Charles asked.
“There’s a lot of people. And cameras. And people with cameras. I feel like I’m gonna get swarmed as soon as my foot crosses the entrance.” You said.
“You’re not wrong. The media doesn’t really know the definition of personal space.” Charles said, taking a sip of his coffee. “If you want, I can act as a buffer and draw the attention away while Pierre helps you get past.”
“Would that work? I just want to get to the Mercedes hospitality.”
“Oh trust me, the media loves Charles. They’ll be too focused on getting pictures of him to see us walk by.” Pierre said. You looked back at the people past the entrance and there seemed to be more than when you last looked.
“Well…if you’re sure it will work then we might as well try.” You said. Charles smiled and gave you a nod. He then took the sunglasses that were hanging on his hat and put them on before entering the paddock. Immediately, the people that had cameras flocked to Charles and started to take his picture as he tried to walk through the paddock. You and Pierre waited a couple moments to build enough distance between you and Charles before the two of you entered the paddock. You clutched the straps of your bag tightly, expecting the nearby paparazzi to turn around and immediately start taking pictures of you and Pierre, but they were too focused on Charles.
Pierre’s hand hovered over your shoulder as he tried to block you from most of the cameras while guiding you through the paddock. While the two of you managed to pass Charles without getting noticed, you couldn’t help but feel a bit claustrophobic, seeing Charles surrounded by so many people trying to take his picture. Eventually, you and Pierre managed to make it to the Mercedes hospitality building.
“Is it always going to be like this?” You asked Pierre.
“Unfortunately, yes. Especially since you’re the newest on the grid. I recommend you invest in a good pair of sunglasses. But I’m proud of you for getting past your first swarm of paparazzi.” Pierre said, ruffling your hair. You laughed and swatted his hand away as Charles walked up to the two of you.
“Whew! Thank god Lewis walked in. I felt like those reporters and paparazzi would never leave.” Charles said.
“Sorry for making you go through that.” You said, feeling a bit guilty.
“Pas de soucis. I’m used to it and know how to handle them. Though I will advise that you never enter the paddock by yourself. The reporters are like vultures.” Charles said. “Anyway, we will see you at the press conference, no?”
“Yep. I’ll see you there.” You said. Charles patted your shoulder before him and Pierre headed to their own team's hospitality.
~~~
You were beginning to hate the press conferences that you had to go to. Any question that was directed towards you involved your performance on track, or lack thereof as some reporters like to put it. You were getting tired of having to answer questions that made you feel like a failure.
“This question is for (Y/N). We’re now five races into the season and you’ve been continuously out qualified and out placed by your teammate, George? Is there a certain struggle that you’re having with the car that may be the cause of this?”
If you could walk away from this question, you would. But instead you stayed in your seat and picked up the microphone next to you. Damn Mercedes PR training.
“There’s still some learning with the car. The engineers have said that the car isn’t up to the standards they want it to be, so I am struggling a bit on track.” You said, giving your best PR approved answer that you could manage.
“But would it be safe to say that you are under performing at Mercedes in comparison to your teammate?” The reporter asked. You tried to steal your expression and act like the comment didn’t bother you.
“What kind of question is that?” It wasn’t you that asked it, but Lando, who was sitting to your right. You looked at him with some confusion. So did the reporter.
“Is there something you would like to add, Lando?”
“Yea. You can’t say she’s underperforming when she’s a rookie that has only completed five races.” Lando said, an upset expression clear on his face. The reporter cleared his throat.
“I’m just saying, some have doubts that Mercedes were too hasty in signing an F2 rookie and I wanted to know if that was being reflected in (Y/N)’s driving.” The reporter said, trying to control the situation
“I think we already know your opinion on Mercedes' decision based on the questions you ask.” Carlos said, who was sitting next to Lando. “I agree with Lando that it’s unfair to judge (Y/N) based on her first five races.”
“I’d say she’s actually doing pretty good for a rookie, considering she’s been able to score points in two out of the 5 races she’s done so far.” Lando said.
“Much more than you have ever done.” Carlos said to the reporter. You tried to hide the smile that was slowly forming on your face but inevitably failed as you picked your microphone back up.
“To my two fellow drivers points, I think you’re discounting me too early. I will admit that there is still a learning curve and with the continuous upgrades that Mercedes keeps bringing to the car, I am constantly having to adjust to all the new additions while also trying to get used to driving a Formula One car every other weekend.” You said, making direct eye contact with the reporter. “But I will eventually get used to the car. And when I do, I think I will be able to match George and possibly start out qualifying.”
That seemed to silence the reporter, as he sat back down. It also seemed to signify the end of the press conference as reporters started to pack their things and you and the other drivers sitting on the couch with you got up and left the room.
“Mate, I’m so proud of you and how you handled that reporter.” Lando said once you were out of the room. He placed his hand on your shoulder and pulled you into a side hug.
“I was ready to walk out of the press conference when I heard that question. Why do these reporters always have to compare me to George?”
“Because that's what they do. All of us get compared to our teammates because our teammates are seen as our biggest competition.” Carlos said. “You’re gonna get it more because you’re new.”
“Just remember that you can refuse to answer any questions that make you uncomfortable.” Lando said.
“Even the sexist ones?” You asked. Carlos and Lando nodded their heads.
“Especially the sexist ones.” Carlos said.
“Better yet, I’ll answer them for you in the most ridiculous manner so that way they’ll stop asking you questions like that.” Lando said, making you laugh.
~~~
So many more races. Too many races. How does a Formula One driver get through all these races and have a chance to calm down? You were used to things going fast, but lately you just wanted a chance to slow down and breathe.
That’s how you found yourself sitting on the floor in an empty VIP room, looking out the window at a mostly empty racetrack. Phone in hand. Staring at the clock that displayed the timezone back at home.
2:00AM. Your parents are definitely asleep right now. It’s not a good time to call them, no matter how much you want to.
You were so focused on staring at your phone, you didn’t notice that Max had walked in.
“Sadly I don’t think drivers count as VIPs at the races they have to participate in.” Max said as he sat down next to you, a Redbull in his hand.
“It’s the only place that I can find privacy and some peace and quiet.” You said still staring at your phone.
2:01AM.
You turned your phone off and let out a sigh, placing it down next to you.
“Something the matter?” Max asked. You hesitated. You didn’t want to burden a 3-time World Champion with your upset thoughts, that was for your non-existent therapist. But then again, maybe talking to someone who has been in your position before may make you feel a bit better.
“I haven’t found a good time to call my parents since the start of the season.” You said. “They were able to make it to my first race, which was amazing. I was really glad they could come…but with so many races on the calendar, it’s hard for them to come to all of them, and all the changing time zones makes it hard to find a good time to call them.” You told him. “I miss talking to them.”
Max looked at you, took in how you were hugging your knees. Max sometimes forgets that you're now the youngest driver on the grid. On the track he sees you as competition, but now he sees you as the overwhelmed rookie that you looked like right now.
“I understand what you're feeling. It does get overwhelming a lot of times.” He said. You turned to him.
“How do you deal with it?”
“No matter what country we are in, I try to find a day or time where I can get the farthest away from being a race car driver. A spot that’s farthest away from the track where I’m not “Max Verstappen, The Red Bull Driver”, but just “Max”.” He said.
“Don’t you get recognized wherever you go?” You asked
“Absolutely. But being away from the track, even for an hour, makes me less overwhelmed. And in regards to wanting to talk to your parents, yes finding a time to communicate is hard, but sometimes you just have to throw timezones out the window and call your parents. Even if you can only talk to them for five minutes, it’s still five minutes that you get to talk to them.” Max explained.
You thought about what Max said. It would make you feel a bit guilty, waking your parents up in the middle of the night just because you wanted to talk to them. But at the same time, sometimes they’re the only people that could make you feel better. You looked back down at your phone.
2:05 AM
You’d be ok with just five minutes.
“I think I’m gonna call my parents.” You said to Max. He smiled and gave you a nod before standing up.
“I’ll let you have your privacy. But my driver’s room is open if you want to talk about anything except racing.” Max said before leaving the room. You smiled at him before calling your parents.
~~~
Finally you had finished a race with what you thought was a good race result. P6 was your highest placement so far this season and it was something you should be proud of. But even if you thought it was a good result, you knew that people were going to comment that George had gotten P4, placing ahead of you again. To you, it felt like no matter how high you climbed up the grid, if George finished in front of you, your result wasn’t something to be proud of.
You were knocked out of your thoughts by someone bumping your shoulder. It was Oscar walking alongside you. The fact that he was looking directly at you made you assume the bump was intentional to get your attention.
“Proud of you.” Oscar said. “This was just like that one season of Formula 2 we raced in together.”
You scoffed but smiled.
“Yea, except I now have the knowledge not to shunt the car into the back of yours.” You said. You spent most of thid race chasing Oscar’s rear wing and were glad that you didn’t do what you had just said.
“That time was an accident. I know you didn’t do it on purpose.” Oscar said. The two of you stopped walking as you got closer to where the podium interviews were taking place. The two of you watched as Charles was getting interviewed about his winning result.
“So am I gonna see you up on that podium this season?” Oscar asked. You didn’t want to shake your head, but your body acted on instinct. You have been shaking your head a lot these days.
“That seems unlikely. I haven’t been able to match George’s pace at all and he keeps out qualifying me.” You said. Oscar looked at you confused.
“What are you on about? You were only 2 seconds off George and that was only because I was in between the two of you.” He said. You sighed.
“Yea but it was still 2 seconds behind George. It doesn’t matter how much time is between the two of us, if I’m behind him that’s all the media is going to care about.” You said. “I’ll never have the pace to pass him.”
“Hey!” Oscar grabbed your shoulders so that you would face him. “You have the pace. You’ve been building it up this whole season. At the start you were what? 10 seconds behind him? Now you’re two. Soon there’s going to be no gap because you’ll be ahead of him at some point. It’s bound to happen.”
Maybe it was the adrenaline finally wearing down, or the fact that Oscar was saying something you had been wanting to hear from your race engineer, or your team princpal, or hell, even it’s something the media should be noticing: that you’re catching up and proving your pace. Oscar’s words were making you feel like you belonged on the grid.
“You think so?” You asked, needing the confirmation.
“I know so. Screw what everyone else says.” Oscar said. “Are you proud of your P6?”
You looked back at your car, then at the car of your teammate’s before your eyes landed back at Charles. You’d be in his spot at some point this season, you just knew it.
“Yea. I’m proud of myself.”
#formula 1 x reader#f1 x reader#platonic grid x reader#f1 x y/n#charles leclerc x reader#max verstappen x reader#pierre gasly x reader#lando norris x reader#carlos sainz x reader#oscar piastri x reader
867 notes
·
View notes
Text
Wrong Name
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader
Summary: Charles pranks Y/N by calling her the wrong name to see how she would react, it did not go well
Warning: spelling and grammatical errors
A/N: inspired by @23victoria post “what did you call me” also I figured Y/N put Charles through two TikTok pranks, it’s only fair Charles pulls a prank on her. Same universe as “say it back” and “can you get out?” Also, super sorry if your name is Romina.
Charles was on TikTok because he couldn’t sleep and saw a video where a girl called her boyfriend by the wrong name. He decided to take it upon himself to pull this prank on his girlfriend. He just hopes she doesn’t get angry.
“Muñeco, im getting groceries for dinner, I’ll be back soon!” Y/N calls out.
“Okay, Mon ange.” Charles said, getting off the couch to say goodbye to his girlfriend properly. “I love you.” Charles kissed Y/N.
“I love you too.” Y/N said before leaving. Charles decided to play video games and when he heard the door open 30 minutes later, that’s when he decided to put his plan into action. Y/N was putting the groceries away in the fridge when…
“Hey Romina, what did you buy?” Charles said and Y/N closed the fridge and the bags that were on the counter were long forgotten because she was now in front of the TV.
“What did you say?” Y/N asked.
“I said ‘hey Y/N, what did you buy?’ Are you feeling alright?” Charles asked, pausing his game. He felt so guilty for the gaslighting.
“The hell you did, you just called me Romina. Who the fuck is Romina?” Y/N asked in a louder tone.
“Romina, calm down.” Charles said and that’s when he knew he fucked up.
“First of all, you never tell a woman to calm down, have you learned NOTHING from watching TV or having other girlfriends? Second, you just called me Romina AGAIN! So please, calmly tell me…” Y/N said as she went to their bedroom to get one of her chanclas 🩴 “who the hell is Romina before I become like my mother and beat your ass with this chancla.”
“There’s no need to get violent, Y/N.” Charles said.
“Really? Then tell me why did you call me Romina.” Y/N said.
“It was a prank.” Charles said. “I saw a TikTok of girls calling their boyfriends by the wrong name and I wanted to see how you would react.” Charles confessed shyly.
“You chose THAT prank, specifically THAT one, to pull on me, a girl who has been cheated on before?” Y/N asked rhetorically.
“Yeah, I didn’t think it through actually.” Charles admitted.
“Menso, i was actually gonna hit you.” Y/N said.
“You love me too much to hit me.” Charles said.
“That’s true. Anyway, I have to finish putting the groceries away because someone decided to be a pendejo and prank me. Like why would you prank me? I’m a freaking delight.��� Y/N said, walking save to the kitchen
“You pranked me twice, ma Belle!” Charles exclaimed, following her.
“Okay but those were cute pranks, that prank would have ended up with me in jail.” Y/N said, putting the groceries away on the fridge, freezer, and pantry.
“I would never let you go to jail.” Charles said,
“Hey, so while I’m cooking dinner, I’m gonna put on some music, okay.” Y/N said.
“Yeah that’s fine.” Charles said and they kissed. Y/N out her phone on full volume to CUIDADITO by Becky G and Chiquis, singing out loud and specific part.
“Yo no soy celosa pero si eso pasa me transformo en otra. Te poncho las llantas dormirás afuera y esa misma noche le marco a mi suegra para que recoja a la cochinada que un día parió. Te rayo el carro te quiebro los vidrios y voy a llamar a todos mis amigos para que me ayuden que en un pisteada lo arregló yo. Nomas cuidadito con ponerme el cuerno que todo eso lo hago y hasta más me atrevo y no mas te advierto que cuidadito con ponerme el cuerno de la que te salvaste da gracias a dios que nomas fue una broma.” Y/N sung, changing the last two words (which are originally ‘un sueño ’ which means ‘a dream’). I’m not a jealous woman but if that were to happen, I become a different person. I’ll slash your tires, you’ll be sleeping outside, and I’ll call my mother in law that same night to pick up the piece of shit she gave birth to. I’ll key your car, break your windows, and I’ll call my friends so they’ll help me, I’ll handle it in one good beating. If you cheat on me, just be careful because I would do all of that and even more, I’m just warning you to be careful if you cheat on me. You got lucky, thank god it was only just a prank
“Mon ange, what’s that song about?” Charles asked curiously.
“The song is about a women who dreamt that her husband cheated on her. She would have done some crazy shit if he actually cheated her so he’s fucking lucky it was only a dream.” Y/N said with a smile.
“But you sang ‘broma’ and that’s means ‘joke’…” charles said,
“Or prank.” Y/N said,
“You sang that for me?!?” Charles yelled.
“Yes I did so you know, cuidadito.” Y/N warned.
“I Don’t know whether to be scared of you or attracted to you.” Charles confessed and Y/N laughed.
“Both work, mi Amor. You want lomo saltado or tallarines saltado?” Y/N asked.
“Whats the difference?” Charles asked.
“Lomo has French fries and is served with rice, tallarines is pasta.” Y/N said,
“Pasta please.” Charles said,
“Of course, muñeco.” Y/N said, chopping the steak into little strips while humming the music to CUIDADITO and Charles stared at her because he found himself humming too.
“You know I would never cheat on you, right Y/N?” Charles asked just to make sure.
“Of course I know you’d never cheat on me. But the song is so catchy.” Y/N commented and that made Charles feel so much better. He walked up to Y/N and hugged her from behind as she continued to chop the steak, he kissed her shoulder.
“I love you,” Charles said,
“I love you too.” Y/N said,
The End
Hope y’all liked it! A silly little one shot for giggles 🤭
#hispanic reader#latina#hispanic#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc fanfic#charles leclerc fluff#charles leclerc imagine#charles leclerc x you#f1 x reader#charles leclerc#f1 imagine#f1 fanfic
316 notes
·
View notes
Text
fourteen — kiss me again
mess it up — gojo x reader & sukuna x reader
⁀➴ when i told you i’m fine, you were lied to.
when the love of your life falls for someone else, you decide to move on—by pretending to date your best friend, the campus fuckboy.
previous — masterlist — next
word count. 2k
content. profanity, sexual content [elevator sex, fingering, oral f receiving]
Once the adrenaline of the last few minutes has dissipated, you and Sukuna find yourselves painfully awkward as you stand in the elevator, placing a respectful distance between the two of you.
“How—”
“Do—”
You both stop talking, looking at each other with nervous smiles. You laugh to try and ease the tension, but somehow it only makes it worse.
He nods at you, wringing his hands. “You go first.”
You look away. “Nothing,” you say. “I was just gonna ask how—”
The lights go out around you and the elevator comes to a sudden halt. You stumble at the unexpected stop, but Sukuna grabs you before you fall.
“Did it just—”
“—stop? Yeah,” you say, squinting your eyes as they adjust to the darkness. “The power’s been fluctuating recently and the elevator’s been doing this.”
You become acutely aware of the fact that you’re pressed flush against your best friend’s chest, so you right yourself and pull back, his reluctant arm loosening its grip on you.
“How long does it usually last?” he asks.
“Not more than ten minutes,” you tell him. The ache of your legs makes itself known and you sit on the floor. There’s no use standing while you wait. “Sorry about this.”
You can see him shake his head, your eyes adjusting to the dark. “It’s fine,” he says, carefully sitting down next to you. He’s still pointedly far away from you. Not too much to be strange, but enough to not touch you, even by accident. “I guess we wait.”
You hum. “I guess.”
The two of you sit on the floor of the tiny box, occasionally shifting to stretch your legs, to look at your hands. The tension is terribly apparent, but neither of you has the nerve to address it. Every time you look over at Sukuna, he looks away, and when he tries to look at you, you turn to your side.
This little song and dance goes on for a while until—
“Do you just wanna talk about the kiss?” he asks bluntly.
You let out a relieved groan. “Yes please,” you say, scooching closer to him. “So? What did you think?”
He snorts, peering at you as you come close enough to brush your shoulders against his. “Of the kiss?”
“Yeah,” you say. “Am I a good kisser? I’ve never really asked anyone that before because it’s pathetic, but I’ve been dying to know.”
“I dunno,” he says teasingly. “Pretty sure I carried the kiss.”
You punch his shoulder. “You did not.”
“Felt that way to me.”
“You’re such a loser,” you tell him. You grab his shoulder and shake him around a little. “Tell me, tell me, tell me.”
He plucks your hand off and interlaces it with his. A romantic gesture with anyone else, but a regular occurrence between the two of you. “You know, you’re a really annoying person.”
“Fuck you. You love me.”
His grip on your hand goes slack for a second as he looks away. You know that it’s dark right now and there’s really not much to see, but you spy the catch in his breath. You see the way he grows skittish as you tighten your hold on his hand. And there’s another thing, even more miniscule but incredibly obvious to you.
“Are you blushing?” you say loudly.
He pulls his hand away from yours and snarls at you. “What the fuck?”
“You are!” you say with a gasp. You point a finger at him, all childish and giddy. “You’re fucking—”
You’re cut off by his lips on yours. It’s harsher than last time. A stark contrast to the gentle nervousness of your last kiss. This time, it’s rough and wet and messy. And you hate to say it, but it’s incredibly hot.
You kiss him back, your hands going to his hair as he finds your hips, pulling you closer to him. You’re so caught up in the feverish haze of it all that it takes you a while to hear the voice screaming in the back of your head. What are you doing?
You press your hands to his chest and push him away. You blink at him in the dark, short breaths leaving your lips as you find him staring at you with an intensity you don’t think you’ve ever seen before.
“Sukuna,” you say quietly. “Are you sure about this?”
His eyes flick over to your lips then back to your own eyes, staring at him all wide and uncertain. “I—I don’t—sorry,” he says. “Do you not—Do you not want to?”
There’s something so sweet about the way he stumbles over his words, his hold on your hips going from confidently sexy to horrifyingly self aware. He leans back with parted lips. It’s like he’s waiting for your rejection, waiting for you to turn him down.
You lift a hand to cup his cheek and you chuckle. “I want to,” you whisper, leaning closer until your eyelashes flutter against his. “I just… this is a lot for me.”
“I know, I know,” he reassures you. His hand rubs your hips in small soothing circles as he looks at you sheepishly. “This is a lot for me too.”
You close your eyes and brush your lips against his. “Kiss me again?”
You hear him laugh. “Anything for you, tiger.”
The kiss is tender this time. Closer to your first kiss, but with the assurance that this is something you both want. You melt against him, hands roaming through his hair, across his shoulders, over the plane of his chest. He touches you softly, letting his fingers linger on the small of your back, up your spine, behind your neck.
Kissing Sukuna is like breathing, catching a second wind again and again with every touch of your lips to his.
You move against him, rocking your hips gently, little waves touching the shore. His tongue slips out and brushes against the bottom of your lip, a silent request that you indulge. Your hands are on his neck now, playing the short strand of hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him ever so close to you.
His touch trails down your back and lands on your thighs, fingers lifting the fabric of your skirt to touch your burning skin. His hands rub your skin, every now and then getting close to the space between your thighs, but never touching, never giving you what you really want. He’s so careful, so sensitive to doing the right thing and as much as you want to applaud him for it, you can feel the heat growing in your core. The frustration beginning to inch through your bones,
You detach your mouth from his and ever so quietly, you ask, “‘Kuna, can you—can you touch me?”
His hands graze over the fabric of your panties. “Here?” he asks softly, slipping a finger over the wet fabric.
A moan escapes your lips at the sudden contact and you hold on tight to him. “Yes,” you say. “Please.”
“You don’t need to beg, tiger,” he tells you. He pushes the fabric to the side and runs his finger along the stripe of your cunt. “All you gotta do is ask.”
He moves his mouth back to kiss you as he slips a finger inside of you, swallowing your whimpers. “Fuck, you’re already so wet,” he says, more to himself than to you. He presses his thumb on your clit, forcing a squeal out of you as he drags his finger in and out, in and out. “Do you like that, tiger?”
You press your face into the crook of his neck, panting as he works between your legs. “More, ‘Kuna.”
“Greedy girl,” he murmurs as he kisses your head. “I’ll give you more. I’ll give you everything.”
He pulls his hand off of you and you jerk back in confusion at the sudden loss of contact. “What—”
He guides you backwards and makes you sit on your knees. You place your hands on the floor behind you to prop you up, raising a brow in confusion. Just as you’re about to ask him what he’s doing, he ducks his head between your thighs, pushing your skirt up as he laps at your pussy.
“Oh shit,” you gasp, throwing your head back as his tongue sucks at your clit. Your hands fly to his hair and you pull, moaning when he slots a finger back inside you.
He pushes the digit deeper and curls it against a spot that sends you reeling. “Right there?” he asks, still intent on eating you out.
You keen with every move, with every brush of his finger against your walls, every kiss of his tongue on your throbbing clit. It’s too much, it’s not enough. The only thing on your mind is Sukuna, Sukuna, Sukuna.
“Are you close, tiger?” he asks. He slides a second finger into you and you moan, your hold on his hair only growing tighter. “You gonna come for me?”
You’re so caught up in your pleasure that the only thing you can do is nod and whimper. “‘Kuna, I’m so close,” you tell him. “Gonna come for you.”
“That’s my girl,” he says. He pulls his mouth off of you and replaces it with his thumb, rolling your clit beneath his finger as the other two continue to curl inside of you. He pressed his lips to the span of skin on your stomach where your shirt rides up. “Give me a kiss, tiger. Please.”
You open your eyes and groan at the sight of his cheek pressed to your stomach, looking at you with pleading eyes as his finger moves sinfully between your legs. You sit up, wincing as the movement sends his fingers diving deeper into you, and you grab his collar, pulling him closer to kiss you.
The kiss is more heated now, what with you getting closer and closer to your high, but it’s just as sweet. Just as gentle as earlier.
He moves his unoccupied hand to your neck, holding you close to him. “Come for me, tiger,” he sighs against your lips. “Want my girl to come for me.”
His words send you over the edge, a wanton moan tumbling out of your lips as you grab his collar, the only thing grounding you as your high descends on you, all intense and hot and positively electric.
Sukuna kisses you through your high, moving his hand from your neck to your back, fingers drawing up and down your spine.
When your orgasm fades, you pull your lips away from his and find him smiling at you. Not his usual teasing smirk, not his smug little grin, a smile of pure unadulterated joy.
“You good?” he asks, drawing his hands away from between your legs and letting them settle on your waist.
You giggle and nod. “I’m good.”
The two of you end up laughing, out of relief mostly but also a happiness that neither of you thought was possible. You settle on Sukuna’s lap, still facing him as he holds you to his chest, soaking in every bit of your presence, your touch, your everything.
“Thank fuck for broken elevators,” he muses aloud.
You chuckle. “Yeah,” you say, tilting your head to look at him. “Thanks for always showing up when I need you.”
He pecks your cheek, still smiling. “Anytime, tiger.”
You snuggle into him, wrapping your legs around his waist as you place your head on his shoulder. You’re about to close your eyes when you feel something poking at your ass—the something being his painfully hard dick.
“Is that…?” you ask, unmoving.
“Yup,” he says, voice a little strained.
“Do you want me to—”
“Nope.” Sukuna clears his throat. “Let’s, uh, wait to get to your apartment. Just ignore it.”
“It’s kinda hard to ignore.”
“Ignore it, tiger,” he says again, holding you tight so you don’t make any sudden moves. “It can—yeah, it can wait.”
You smile into his shoulder. “Whatever you say, ‘Kuna. Whatever you say.”
notes. this is for all the sukuna girlies 😩
299 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hello may I request Dan heng, blade, Dr ratio, and Sunday with a s/o who is similar to vill-v from honkai impact
Characters: Dan Heng, Blade, Dr. Ratio, & Sunday x Gender-Neutral Reader
Synopsis: with a reader that's like vill-v from honkai impact
Warnings: Fluff and spelling mistakes,
Notes: I legit couldn't find anything on this girl, I know she makes serval personalities for working and switches when doing certain tasks, but that was it. (I decided to pick one personality for each to make it easier on me)
𝒟𝒶𝓃 𝐻𝑒𝓃𝑔
You’re a bit of an oddball. Your personality, whichever one you’re using while working, he'll love every version of you no matter what. He’s made it this far already. What’s stopping him now?
He loves it whenever you finish one of your latest creations. Running to him and wrapping your arms against his while looking at him with a happy smile on your face, telling him about a new experiment that he has to see! Dragging him away to your room!
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
“Dan Heng!”
You come running to him, when he sees you his eyes go wide like you were going to crash into him! Wrapping your arms around his. “What is it?”
“Guess what? I just finished my invention! You know the one I've been talking about for days! It's done!”
Hugging his arm like a teddy bear, while looking up at him with that bright look in your eyes—how can he resist?
“Come look!”
Before he could even say anything you pull him towards your room, and he just lets himself get dragged along with you. Once you reach there you let go of his arm and immediately start your little “show”
“You’re gonna love this one!”
“I’m excited to see.”
𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒹𝑒
He loves you a lot on the inside but on the outside, he looks like he wants to choke you to death whenever you’re talking about your new inventions or randomly dragging him away to see your “baby” in all its glory.
You're hot with any personality.
Whenever he comes back from a mission he comes bearing gifts, like several machine parts, but nothing compared to the parts that he comes to deliver which immediately makes him regret when you pull him into your room and you don’t let him out until hours later. (He says he regrets it every time yet he still comes)
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
“No way! No way! No way! Blade you got me this ”
“You wanted it, so I got it for you.”
You shriek so loudly that your ear might start bleeding. when you received your gift from Blade you were overjoyed! it was the perfect gear for your inventions! just perfect and you didn’t even tell him!
“Thank you bladie!” you smile holding it to your chest, before putting it in your pocket, going back into your lab and stopping immediately in your tracks. walking back over to him, pulling him by the collar and leaning in to kiss him on the lips.
You pull away quickly, dragging his hand into your lab with you.
“you must see this as well!”
𝒱𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓈 𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜
He's so into your serious and critical-thinking work ethic personality. At the same time, you invent things, having someone think critically about what he says and take in the feedback, even pointing out negative or flimsy suggestions and coming up with a better alternate idea. (he only allows it because he’s in love with you)
When he lovely teases you. It makes it even better with that serious and concentrated look on your face when you tease him back and tell him that his heart is accelerating in speed…just watch him go speechless.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
Warning: I don’t know what I’m talking about
“Metal didn’t have much support in the middle causing much more damage without a pillar in there.”
Veritas points out the obvious reason why your machine was dented in the middle. looking at it with critical eyes.
The damages are horrible, you doubt any of the circuit boards can be fixed or kept—only if you were extremely lucky—you sigh.
“It seems like I need to go back to the drawing board. with this terrible damage, nothing is salvageable.” You said with regret as you stared down at the destroyed machine before you.
“It wouldn't just be a pill but it wouldn’t fix the fact that the metal is weak. It would give it protection…yet it wouldn’t fix anything.”
You remark inspecting the machine and its defaults for the last time—with Veritas watching from beside. Well, he wasn’t watching the machine, instead he was gazing at your face.
You were frowning in deep thought—you looked adorable with furrowed brows and arms crossed. he wanted nothing more than to lean over and kiss you, yet that's a very unprofessional little daydream of his.
“You staring, Dr ratio.” you look him in the eyes, that everyday grin you usually have on your lips while teasing him with that title.
he huffs playfully with an eye roll, “So what if I’m making no difference to your work schedule does it? if it does then it seems like we'll need to cure your idiocy.”
“Sounds like you're becoming a bit too defensive Dr. Ratio.”
𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎
The cute little inventor for the oak family. His lover. He knows about your madness yet if you complete your task on time and perfectly (also be his cute little lover) all at the same time then he doesn’t mind in the slightest.
He always loves to praise you while you're in the middle of your work, sadly you don’t call him all the pet names you usually do when you’re alone.
To see you so respectful, calling him “Mr. Sunday”, stopping everything just hearing what he has to say. Honestly, the way you melt a little from persona when he decides to be generous and give you a little gift for working so hard.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
“You look quite busy.”
You didn’t think that Sunday was going to come to see you in the middle of work and then he also sneaks up on you! you feel a little embarrassed being exposed in your workplace in front of him.
“Sunday!—I mean Mr. Sunday!” You stutter a bit with your nervousness, “soo Mr. Sunday! How can I help you?” You ask politely, trying to calm down.
Which he teasingly smiles at you, crossing his arms over his chest. “You don’t need to be so formal with me, even when no one’s around.” He leans into you, while you go still.
“Someone could overhear us. who knows what kind of rumors could come out.”
“Someone blackmailing the Oak family? Preposterous, that won’t happen. but now I believe my adorable little inventor deserves some praise” He coos at you, his hand goes to cup your cheek, thumb gently caressing your cheek.
You blush at the affectionate gesture. before being put into absolute shock when he pecked you on the lips. “Work hard for me.”
if you liked this, consider tipping me on ko-fi! it'd mean a lot!
#✧*:･ﾟ✧:･ Yurinna's Writing :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x you#honkai star rail x reader#star rail#star rail x reader#hsr x you#hsr x reader#hsr dr ratio#dr ratio#dr ratio x reader#honkai dr ratio#veritas x reader#dan heng#dan heng x you#dan heng x reader#honkai blade x you#blade x reader#blade x you#sunday hsr#sunday x reader#sunday x you
177 notes
·
View notes
Text
"i think i’m in love with you," kyotani blurts, not being able to hold the words in any longer. he’s blunt, he always has been, he always says what he’s thinking. well… unless you’re involved, you get him all tongue tied and soft. he hates it. for the longest time he didn’t know why you made him feel like this, but finally he came to the conclusion that he likes you, loves you, even.
your constant babbles and attempts to befriend him got on his nerves at first, but you stuck around. you kept trying even after he pushed you away and said mean things. you’re always the one that sticks by him and stands up for him, even when he’s done something wrong.
he hates feeling vulnerable or anything similar to it, so he took a while to finally accept that he has feelings for you. he wasn’t gonna say anything at first… but the words just came out, he said them without really thinking. he shakes himself out of his thoughts, waiting for your reaction with narrowed eyes.
you‘re silent for a couple seconds, just staring at him in… shock? surprise? disgust? he isn’t sure. he really hopes it isn’t the last one though.
"what?" finally comes your reply, your eyebrows scrunched in confusion. his heart immediately drops. he really messed things up. he mentally curses himself, feeling stupid for letting the confession slip out.
"i— nothing, i just thought… you felt the same. never mind, forget it," he shakes his head, his words a bit bitter. had he read you wrong? everyone on the team always tells him you obviously have a crush on him. he brushed it off for a while, but he’d held onto the hope… till now. he feels so stupid—
"no! i mean— yes! i do!" you suddenly blurt, your hand shooting out to grab his shoulder, forcing his attention back on you and pulling him out of his thoughts. "i just didn’t expect you to say that, i’m sorry," you apologize, feeling rude for your delayed reaction.
he stands stunned for a moment, not really sure what else to say. you like him back, that’s good… now what? a kiss feels like too much, too soon. he did just confess that he’s in love with you though… that was probably too soon.
"kyotani?" you say, pulling him out of his thoughts once again. he’d been staring dumbly for several seconds, and suddenly you’re much closer than before, your hand still on his shoulder.
"go on a date with me," he states, not even asking. when he wants something, he just takes it.
he watches once again as your eyebrows go up in surprise, but a smile quickly forms on your face. god, he loves your smile, he always has.
"okay, sure." ♡
☆ i love him, but no one really writes for him!! figured i would, hopefully some other kyotani lovers see this ^^ (i wasn’t sure how to end this, can you tell? lol)
#reader insert#x reader#fanfic#gender netural#gn reader#kyotani kentaro#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x gender neutral reader#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu drabbles#kyotani x reader#kyotani x you#kyotani x y/n#kyoutani kentarou#kyotani fluff#kyotani drabbles#haikyuu kyotani#haikyuu fluff#hq x reader#hq fluff#hq x you#hq x y/n#hq x gender neutral reader#hq kyotani#hq kentaro kyotani#haikyuu!!#tortthirsts#tortrandoms#taintedtort
200 notes
·
View notes
Text
First Aid Isn't Cheap
Rafayel x GN!Reader || Comf || 2 167 words
Rafayel can’t see again. It’d be helpful if you could stay with him for a few nights until he gets his vision back.
Thomas’s text glows at you as you pack your bag, not bothering to check twice what you’re bringing. Thankfully this time Rafayel’s self inflicted blindness falls in line with a week long break you’ve been given at work, allowing you to devote all your time to him as you see fit.
When you arrive, you find Rafayel happily working in his studio as though there’s nothing wrong. The only way you know he can’t see is when he turns in the direction of you when you open the door, brows furrowing as he tries to figure out who it is. His eyes are unfocused, looking in your direction but not at you in that intense way that he typically does.
“Oh, you made it. Didn’t Thomas just text you? That was fast,” he says as he walks over to you, pulling you and your overnight bag into a hug.
“I was worried you’d trip and break your ankle to add on to the list of things I need to take care of you for. Knowing you you’d try to milk this to keep me here as long as possible,” you scold, still hugging him back as much as you can.
“Don’t worry – I told you already this is pretty common. I’ll be fine. If you don’t want to babysit me you really don’t have to. I can take care of myself.”
You stare at him open mouthed, glad that he can’t see the expression on your face.
You know that this happens to him a lot. You know it’s a result of him overworking himself. You know that he can take care of himself, and you know that technically speaking, he doesn’t need you to watch over him. Rafayel, for all your grievances, is actually incredibly self sustainable. He’s more than capable of taking care of himself, a certain independence about him that you don’t think you’d ever be able to get rid of.
That doesn’t mean that you don’t worry about him though.
You drop your bag, Rafayel turning back to discern if he can figure out what’s happening. He can make out general forms and colours, brain connecting the two to get a general idea of what he’s looking at. He’s upset by the fact that he can’t see your face but having you near him will just have to sate him for now.
“Do you need help with that?” he asks, reaching down just to brush his fingers against your hand.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll just go set up in your room. Your phone is near you right? Call me if you need anything while I put my stuff away,” you say quickly, turning out of his studio to head to his bedroom.
You’re glad that he couldn’t see you. You’re glad your voice didn’t waver. You’re glad that you can cry in peace in his bedroom because is its own building. He wouldn’t be able to hear you unless he was in there with you, arms wrapped around your waist as he tries to coax you into telling him what’s wrong. The worst part is you know it’ll work, that all your anger and anxiety towards him will dissipate the second his voice hits your ears and this is the only chance you’ll have to try and stay strong against him.
You unpack your things, opening his closet and smiling at the fact that the clothes you forgot last time are still there. They’re freshly laundered as well, hanging amongst his things as though they’ve always been there. It just makes your heart hurt even more, so distracted by your own thoughts that you don’t hear him walk into his room.
Just as you thought, he wraps his arms around your waist, chin sitting your shoulder as he nuzzles against you.
“I’m gonna go take a shower. Do you wanna join me?” he asks, peppering your cheek in kisses.
On a normal day you’d jump at the opportunity, regardless of whether or not things are going to escalate but right now you don’t think you can manage it. You shake your head, Rafayel feeling the movement against his nose.
“Do you need me in there? If you do I will.”
Your eyes stay focused straight ahead, tidying up his surprisingly neat closet just to keep your hands focused. His brow furrows as he realises there’s something simmering just beneath the surface, He decides not to ask right now, hoping you’d talk to him once you’re ready.
“If I do, I’ll call for you. Promise.”
You nod and he reluctantly lets you go, a little distracted by the way you felt as he showers. He tries to figure out what could have happened – you didn’t say that there was anything strange happening at work and the last time the two of you were together you were perfectly fine. All he knows is that he thinks you need him right now, wanting to get out of the water for once to come back to your side.
Shortly after Rafayel heads into the washroom you hear the doorbell ring. You make your way over to his studio entrance, watching a delivery person drop off a giant bundle of food before driving off. You wait for them to leave before grabbing whatever it is he seems to have ordered for dinner, bringing it back to the bedroom to unpack.
You smile at the selection of food once you recognise the logo. It’s all your favourites. Of course, he was going to be sweet enough to order things you want to eat, even if he couldn’t read the menu on his phone. He hates talking to people on a good day but you know in order to get this spread he had to call the restaurant himself to place the order, probably doing it all for you. Maybe he knows you’re upset and he’s trying to butter you up and, just like every other time, you know you’re falling for it.
“Foods here?” he asks, sniffing a little as he comes beside you. You set everything up on a desk in his room, pulling a seat over and guiding him to sit down.
“I made you a plate of your favourites,” you say in response, handing him some cutlery as you take his hand to show him where everything is. He pouts a little, looking at you as he puts his free hand on yours.
“Feed me? I can’t see. I need you to pity me a little,” he teases, making you roll your eyes.
“Fine. Here.”
You bring a spoon to his mouth, gently guiding him to make sure he actually does manage to eat. You resist the urge to tease him, taking a bite yourself once he’s got his in his mouth.
“I’ve been staying up for a while to work on my next series,” he starts in way of an explanation.
“I’ve just been so excited to finish it that I haven’t really been sleeping or eating. It’s been a while since the last time I’ve been this motivated to work on something. Did you see some of them when you came in? How did you think they looked?” he asks excitedly, clearly anticipating your answer.
You think back to what you do remember, trying to see if you can conjure up anything before shaking your head in defeat.
“I didn’t notice them. I was more focused on you.”
Rafayel smirks, bringing your hand up to press a kiss against your knuckles.
“You’re quite the flatterer. Stuck in a room of beautiful art and all you can look at is the artist slaving away.”
“Course I am. You overworked yourself again.”
A sprinkle of frustration sinks into your words, Rafayel catching the tone but not wanting to push his luck by playing it off. His grip tightens on your hand, nuzzling his cheek against it.
“I’m fine. The doctor said that it looked better this time than other times. That’s a good thing.”
You don’t feel as reassured by his words as he wanted you to.
Night falls around the two of you, Rafayel’s arms around your shoulders keeping you securely against his chest. You can’t really fall asleep, mind racing with thoughts as you trace aimless shapes on the blanket. You can feel the rise and fall of his chest against your back, steady in his slumber.
Without warning, you feel tears staring to slide down your cheeks. You bring a hand up to wipe at your tears, muffling the sobs that come unprovoked. Here in silence being held by the man who means more than life to you you can’t help but cry for him. At him.
You wish he took better care of himself. You wish he paid more attention to his body. You wish that he didn’t do things that made you worry and worry, stomach tying itself in knots as your brain continuously goes to the worst-case scenario. He really could hurt himself like this but his flippant attitude towards himself just makes it worse. It’s probably going to be impossible for you to convince him to take better care of himself, an absolute slave to his own whims.
Rafayel wakes up shortly thereafter, you unaware until he somehow manages to turn you to face him. He shushes you gently, hands reaching to brush away the tears on your face. He didn’t need to see you to know you having long memorised each and every part of your body. You want to push him away, yell some sense into him but you know that it’s not really his fault.
“What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?”
“No. Nothing like that. I just…Rafayel…you can’t keep doing this.”
“Doing what?”
“Last time this happened you said maybe it’d stick. Then today you said the doctor said that your eyes are better this time than other times but why does there need to be other times?”
“You’re worried about me,” Rafayel exhales.
“Yes!” you say a little louder than intended, sniffling as you try not to cry as much.
“I worry about you. And before, I just had to worry about smaller things. Then, I find out you love using rare and almost dangerous materials but thankfully, you can fight and thankfully, you have other ways to source your pigments. I can protect you from those things. I can fight too. But when you do things like this to yourself I can’t do anything about it. How – how can I help you if you won’t even help yourself?” you babble, hands knotting in his shirt as you cry.
“I just want you to be healthy and well. I don’t want to worry about you going blind forever. I wouldn’t love you any less, I promise, but I don’t want you to lose something so important to you.
“You always talk about the world so vividly. How things smell, how they look, how it feels against your skin. I want you to be able to tell me about how you experience the world unabashedly. I want you to be healthy and well. I don’t want to keep getting texts about how you’re feeling lightheaded from fasting for three days unintentionally or your doctor asking me to pick you up because you’ve strained another muscle from painting in the same position for hours on end.”
He listens attentively as you cry to him, brushing back your bangs and cupping your face in his hands. He nods empathetically, softly agreeing with you whenever you need a break before continuing to rant at him.
“I’m sorry my love,” he says, kissing your forehead.
“I’m not used to having someone worry about me this much. I’ve been by myself for so long. You understand, don’t you?” he asks, thumb rubbing against your cheek.
“I forget sometimes that I have someone who cares about me. That if I’m hurt, you’re hurt. I forget that as much as I love you, you love me just as much because I don’t feel worthy of your affections.”
“You are,” you say stubbornly, burying your face in his neck.
“I love you so much. That’s why I worry so much.”
“I know, I know. I promise I’ll get better for you.”
He continues to repeat his promise as many times as you need to hear it, mad at himself for upsetting you so much. You manage to exhaust yourself from crying soon enough, snoring lightly in his arms when you finally fall asleep. He buries his nose in your hair, taking in a deep breath of you as he holds you tightly.
The tension finally slips off of your shoulders as he swears that this time will be the last time. He just wants to give you everything you want, knowing that if it’d make you happy he’d do anything.
#rafayel x reader#love and deepspace x reader#lnds rafayel x reader#lads rafayel x reader#l&ds rafayel x reader#lnds x reader#lads x raeder#l&ds x reader
72 notes
·
View notes
Text
girl dad! geto x mom! reader
-literally cannot I MEAN CANNOT!!! Mimiko and Nanako LOVE THE BABY! Like not even joking they think of her as a baby doll.
- geto puts his little princess in braids and cute hairstyles because of post partum depression. He takes charge sometimes
-“what do I do? Why is it crying?” He asked a little worried. While baby girl yuikiko is throwing herself back and closing her fists as a newborn. She’s so hungry. The nurse explains everything to him. He takes it with a grain of salt.
-takes care of you during pregnancy and your postpartum journey
-the first diaper change is hilarious. “Oh my god!-“ hello covers his mouth gagging looking away as the baby laughs. Because she has a full poopy diaper.
-the twins just laugh, when geto struggles changing yukikos diaper. “Ah little flower is going to give me a hard time.” He mumbles.
-he doesn’t understand what breast milk is until you were legit breastfeeding. “Wait can I try some?” Mother fucker inhaled that shit because it was pleasing to the tongue. puts it in his protein shake 😭
-if you feel insecure about your new mom body he’s not going to be the type of husband that says “fuck get over it.”
-he keeps on admiring your body, like when y’all had y’all’s first time together. “I have so much more respect for you now [y/n]..” he’ll whisper
-one time you came home from work watching the twins, the baby and Suguru all fall asleep, luckily the baby was alive and breathing well. Even sleeping in the portable bassinet around the house.
-is so proud that yukikos first word is mama but when he hears dada he goes feral crying. It’s giving “I’m not crying you are!”
- he is willing to teach his girls his techniques in order to defend themselves when geto is not present.
- now he calls y’all’s daughter a monkey “y/n! this damn monkey baby is putting things it’s in mouth!”
-(when the baby learns to pull hair he regrets it) “okay okay I’m sorry it’s a her my bad!!” 💀
- like fr though he loves your daughter even when she eats her food in nothing but a diaper and strapped in a high chair because she’s exploring taste and texture
-“I’m gonna protect you from everything that’ll potentially and will put you in danger on your mama.”
- one time he let gojo babysit it did not end well (he lost her by almost sealing her with another curse because he wasn’t watching her while she was crawling around) 😭😭
- the baby is very much a daddy’s girl so whatever baby girl wants baby girl gets
-also he holds your hand while holding the baby when she gets her ears pierced. (He shedded more tears than the baby) then the baby was fine after she was given a bottle of milk.
-“she’s fine?”
-the baby tries to hit Suguru for no damn reason ON PURPOSE (when she’s a bit older and can move her arms during that development)
-“OW SHE BIT ME!” the twins will laugh
-the twins will try to feed the baby baby food but wanna watch the baby feed herself.
-“ why is yukiko eating her foot?”
-“ask y/n”
-“why is yukiko eating her foot?”
-“I think she discovered it”
-he’s there for every milestone and trying to record it.
-lots of pictures and videos of the baby with the girls and you.
-when the baby is tired and screaming crying, and you’re not there singing to her. Suguru discovered his singing soothes the baby (regardless if it sounds bad on purpose or not) or if he sings bad lmao
-and geto would never want anything to change because he loves his little family
#⋆˚✿˖° osita’s chisme time#dad!geto suguru x reader fluff#ˏˋ ╎ ⁀➷ osita chisme time ´ˎ˗#jjk headcanons#jjk imagines#geto suguru#geto suguru x reader fluff#suguru geto#jjk x reader#⍣ ೋ osita’s loves#jjk x y/n#jjk x poc!reader#jjk x latina! reader#jjk x black reader#bears chisme♡︎#jjk masterlist#˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ositas jjk masterlist
61 notes
·
View notes
Text
“Pick Up Lines” w/ #9
Pairing: Joe Burrow x Black!FemReader
Word Count: 670
Warnings: Minors DNI, literal crack with a heaping sprinkle of smut
∗ ࣪ ˖༺ ♡ ༻˖ ࣪ ∗
“Joe, what trait would you say you find the sexiest about a woman?”
It wasn’t the most common question he got from these press conferences, but the newly single quarterback was definitely intrigued.
He let out a light chuckle then quirked the side of his lip up. “Confidence, no brainer.”
₊˚ˑ༄ؘ
The concept of women throwing themselves at him wasn’t foreign to the quarterback, but for the last few years he’s been taken. So now being one of the NFL’s hottest eligible bachelors, Joe has the opportunity to entertain himself with all the attention on him.
It started with making eyes with women in clubs that were too shy to come up to him. Then short makeout sessions during his teammates parties. And some showing up to his open practices just to fawn over the work he puts in at the gym.
It was fun until it got boring, he was waiting for that one girl with the ability to keep him on his toes. So far he was flat footed. Until he got a DM from you.
At first glance it looked like a regular fan account that’s obsessed with him, but two things stood out: your picture and your bio.
The picture was of a brown skinned woman wearing his orange jersey showing ample cleavage, head tilted down with a Bengals SnapBack on top of a head of tight black curls.
Your bio only said one thing: ‘Slut for JoeyB and JoeyB Only’
Without glancing at the time, he taps on the dm and indulges in what he thought was gonna be pure flattery.
_joey.bde: Confidence huh? You sure you’re ready for that?
Joeyb_9: I’m ready for anything
_joey.bde: oh yea
_joey.bde: those balls look heavy, want me to hold them for you😊
Joeyb_9: come on give me something original, I thought you were a slut for me😉
_joey.bde: ever met someone that could take all 9👅
Joeyb_9: depends how you want it baby
_joey.bde: down my throat, on my knees in your locker room after a game😈
Joeyb_9: fuck you really are a slut, got anymore
_joey.bde: I have more holes if you’d like to fill them☺️
Joeyb_9: yea you’d be a pretty little cumslut for me wouldn’t ya
_joey.bde: I’d do anything for you daddy🤤
Joeyb_9: prove it😏 *address*
₊˚ˑ༄ؘ
“So any new developments in your personal life since we last spoke?”
Joe’s face flushes with heat as he thinks about the photos of you in his phone; your pretty face and tits covered in his seed as you suck on his thumb, his fingers buried in your cunt and his favorite you completely fucked out asleep in his bed.
“No, not really. I’m just chilling for now.”
∗ ࣪ ˖༺ ♡ ༻˖ ࣪ ∗
*nsfw under the cut - minors dni*
“Joey please, I can’t.” Your cries turn into breathy moans as he stuffs your cunt with four of his fingers.
“Come on give me one more then I can give you my cock.” He says lightly kissing your cheeks then slowly bringing them down to your neck.
“Don’t you wanna be good for daddy, so suck it up and come.”
Your French tips dig into the bed as his thumb rubs slow circles on your clit. “Fuck I’m gonna-!”
His other hand comes up to your tits squeezing and tugging at your nipples, “yea that’s right, let me hear you.” His voices muffled as he sucks on your neck.
With one last curl of his fingers, your body shakes as you come for a third time. The whine of his name in your throat goes silent due to overstimulation.
Joe removes his juice covered fingers and puts them in his mouth. “Fuck you taste so sweet.” He moans.
Your mouth agape watching him while still feeling the after effects from your orgasm. “Wanna try?”
Lazily shaking your head, he bends down and kisses you, your tongue licking around sucking your juices from his mouth while he just smiles, then pulls away. “Good girl.”
a/n: procrastination at it's finest everyone :)
main masterlist
#black reader#joe burrow x reader#joe burrow#cincinnati bengals#joe burrow x black reader#joe burrow bengals#nfl imagine#pick up lines#crack fic#crack treated seriously#joe burrow smut#smut#joey b#joeburrow#joe burrow imagine
89 notes
·
View notes
Text
accidentally in love - 18, war is over
taglist: @writing-for-the-hell-of-it @gigiiiiislife @phoenix-eclipses @needtoloveoutloud @azharyy @dearneverland @sleepystrwbrryy @oliwiasworlds @iluv-ace @rrosiitas @staygoldsquatchling02 @p4ndawrites @stayyyyyyyyyyyy21 @loveliepa @nnnyxie @iluvaquaphor @juliluvhz @kodzuken-hoe @luvvmae @sunset-venuz @xiakyo @xxoperatexx @mfcherry
if u want to be added to the taglist let me know in the comments 🩷
‘Y/n you can leave now, if you want,’ your coworker tells you.
‘Are you sure?’
She nods, ‘Yeah I just need to close the cashier and we’re done, besides...’ she smiles at you and tilts her head towards the door, ‘I think your boyfriend is waiting for you.’
‘What?’ You look outside and you spot Oikawa waiting just outside the bookstore, ‘He’s not...’ you sigh, ‘Whatever, thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow then,’ you grab your bag and wave her goodbye.
You exit the store and Oikawa’s eyes quickly find yours.
‘Can we talk?’ He asks, eyes pleading, ‘I need to tell you something.’
You were planning on talking to him tomorrow, might as well do it now.
‘Yeah,’ you fidget with your bag, ‘Let’s sit in the park.’
There’s a park close to the bookstore, you always see moms with their kids walking by the store to get to it while you work.
The walk to the park is silent and you can feel Oikawa staring at you from time to time but you don’t dare looking back. When you get there you look for free bench a little more far away from all the other people.
‘I know you said you need time,’ Oikawa says, ‘But I missed you,’ he drops his gaze, ‘And before you can say anything please let me say this one thing,’ he turns to you, runs his fingers through your hair, ‘Okay I’m just gonna say it,’ he lets out a deep sigh and his shoulders fall, ‘I accidentally fell in love with you.’
What?
Your friends did tell you there was a good chance he would reciprocate your feelings but you weren’t expecting him to tell you know, like this. And mostly...
‘Accidentally?’ You ask almost letting out a laugh, all your worries disappearing.
‘Don’t laugh at me, Y/n,’ he pouts.
‘I’m sorry, I’m not, just... what does that even mean?’
‘You told me not to fall for you,’ he says, ‘And I didn’t mean to, so it was an accident.’
This time you do let out a chuckle, ‘Alright well, I didn’t mean to tell you this way and I didn’t mean to tell you today but,’ you smile, ‘I also fell for you, Tooru.’
He’s grinning and he almost pulls you in for a kiss, he gasps almost too dramatically, ‘You told me not to, just for you to fall for me?’
‘I know, that’s pretty stupid...’ you look at him in the eyes, ‘Must have been an accident on my side too.’
He laughs, he pulls you closer and makes you sit on his lap. You’re facing each other and you can’t hide the grin creeping up on your face. You’re feeling all warm inside.
‘I also need to apologize,’ you say, ‘I’m sorry for leaving so abruptly last week,’ Oikawa cups your face and you lean into his touch, ‘And also for not texting you at all and yeah I should’ve just told you everything before.’
‘Aw, Y/n, it’s alright,’ one of his hands holds the back of your neck and the other grazes your cheek, ‘I just hope you know I’m never letting you go now,’ he gives you a peck.
You giggle, ‘I wouldn’t want it any other way,’ this time you lean in for a sweet kiss.
Oikawa doesn’t let you break it off too quickly, pulling you closer and closer. He kisses you and you can feel all the feelings you didn’t share until today in they way he holds you.
‘Mhm, wait,’ you hold him back, ‘We’re in a park, Tooru, there are kids.’
‘Killjoy,’ he pouts but quickly smiles again, ‘I’m so happy,’ he lets his shoulder relax, ‘I love you.’
notes:
• makki definitely starts fan wars on twitter all the time for fun and giggles i just know it
• finally they got it together!!!!! are u guys happy ⁉️
• if there are typos in the written portion don't mind them pls 🙂↕️
• for the people who asked to be added to the taglist but don't see their names: tumblr won't let me tag u for some reason so i'm sorry abt that 🙁
previous - masterlist - next
#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu smau#haikyuu x you#oikawa smau#oikawa tooru#oikawa x reader#haikyuu oikawa
59 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hi mamaz, I've had this idea in my mind for like a while now. Suo x reader x sakura, reader is suo's childhood friend and she already likes suo but she starts liking sakura and constantly teasing him. They all end up together
Idk if that makes sense
okay, babes, this isn’t like an actual req or anything but THANK YOU!! ever since my post about bf!suo who likes to share, I’ve had this exact kind of egg in my brain! gonna add a cut here because heading into somewhat-headcanon territory.
so, for some reason, idek why, I get these bi vibes from suo. like, I headcanon that suo is a lowkey sadist but more in the psychological/controlling way, so like it’s more of he just likes to control the flow of things — this sadism isn’t something that bleeds into his actual interactions with those he cares about (we can see it in the way he basically psychologically terrorizes kanuma during their fight) but when it comes to the bedroom — pheeeew mama 🥵
as stated before, I stan bisexual!suo — and I wholeheartedly believe sakura is his type when it comes to guys. like, he’s always making comments about how bashful sakura is, always taking notice of his blushing, always teasing him, etc (a small show of his sadism imho), and I think he’d greatly enjoy toying around with sakura in the bedroom.
suo is 100% dom — no flexibility. sakura is fairly subby (mostly due to inexperience tho) but has a dominant streak in him (one that doesn’t clash with suo’s — mans knows suo will out-dom him any day)
okay okay this is heading into real true headcanon territory now I gotta stop — (psst, I’ve got soooo many fucking dirty headcanons for this so if anyone wants to poke the bear it’s currently hibernating and is completely pokeable)
bottom line being babes, I’ve also had the suosaku x reader bug in my head for a while. I just feel like it would be such a satisfying relationship in every way possible, for every party involved. so I’m definitely going to keep this tucked away for the future 🤭 I’m just so overjoyed that someone else sees the vision 😌👌
stay sexy babes~!!
#wind breaker#wind breaker x reader#suo hayato x reader#haruka sakura x reader#sakura haruka x reader
47 notes
·
View notes
Text
“That why he’s here?” Hood ask, pressing against Dick’s cheek for emphasis. “You’re just acting neighborly?”
“In a way, think of him as a welcome gift,” Maroni explains magnanimously. “My family doesn’t have the infrastructure to hold him long term and trying to sell him will likely bring more heroes to our door… we just wanted to see if you’re interested before we dispose of him.”
“You think dealing with Nightwing is a gift? He’s a fucking full time job,” Hood scoffs.
“Clearly, you can handle him.” Maroni laughs pointedly. “You can kill him if you’d like, he’s yours to do whatever with. I mean, he’s awfully pretty for a man...”
“A pretty pain in the ass.”
The mobster chuckles before sighing thoughtfully, collecting his thoughts while puffing on his cigar.
“Listen, we all know about your vendetta against Batman. I don’t know what he did to you but I’m sure you have good cause. I want Nightwing off my hands and I wanted to offer him to you as a gesture of good faith.” Dick grits his teeth as they talk about him like he isn’t here too, under Hood’s heavy weight. “You’ve been in Gotham awhile now, so I’m sure you’ve come to the same conclusion that everyone else has; you hurt the Bat through his Robin. Lately the newest Robin has been glued to his hip, but the original? That’s gonna hurt him too, he has to be a favorite.”
Red Hood is silent. Nightwing desperately wishes he could see his face or read his body language, but the man’s expression, like Dick’s vision, is covered. He pushes off of Dick and barks at Maroni’s men, “Stand him up.”
Hands latch onto him before him can move, they pick him up and slam him against the wall. Without his sight it’s disorienting, he bites back a groan as his head cracks against the wood.
Red Hood’s voice is cruel as he asks, “Where’s Daddy Bats? Shouldn’t he be here by now?”
Nightwing rolls his eyes under his ruined mask, villains and their ideas of grandeur. “Nah he called and said he didn’t think you’re important enough to deal with.”
The goons on either side of Dick leap away as Red Hood rushes him. He doesn’t have time to put his bound hands up in defense before Hood crashes into him and uses his weight to trap him against the wall. The mobster’s thick forearm cuts off Dick’s breathing, his mouth gaping trying to get air.
It’s an eerie feeling for him, knowing Hood’s face is close enough that he can feel the smallest amount of air escaping the man’s mask on his cheek and yet, he sees nothing but the red spray paint across his mask.
“I’d hope Batman wouldn't make the same mistake twice.” Hood’s voice is controlled, just barely, Dick uses it as his only anchor as spots begin to fill his already dark vision.
His throat makes a pathetic sounding gurgle and in an unexpected act of mercy, Red Hood moves his forearm down from Dick’s throat.
“How about this, I’ll let you pick, Birdy.” Hood says, his body still pressed tightly against Nightwing’s as the vigilante desperately tries to catch his breath. “You want to take your chances with the Maroni’s hospitality or risk my unknown capacity for mercy?”
Dick wants to rub his throat. It hurts. He clears it once, twice, before trying to speak. He needs to keep talking: to stall, to decide- if Red Hood is actually serious- which option would be better.
“A real Sophie’s Choice, if you ask me,” He croaks to keep up appearances.
Red Hood’s voice modulator makes a sound not unlike a laugh. “Choose, now. No time to scheme or calculate…”
As Dick opens his mouth to stall, what feels like the business end of his escrima shoves into it. His heart beat ticks faster, the last setting he had it on was powerful enough to stun a meta, the damage it could cause in such a vulnerable area would be permanent.
Hood sighs as if he’s being indulgent, “I’ll give you three seconds to choose before I light you up… Three, two-“
“You!” Dick garbles desperately around the escrima.
“You.” He repeats clearer as Hood retracts the weapon from his mouth. Dick cringes, feeling the strings of saliva still attached as the man lowers it.
“Hmm, I guess I’ll take him then,” Hood says, patting Nightwing’s cheek condescendingly. “Since he’s so adamant about it.”
As Maroni and his men laugh around Dick, his face heats up in embarrassment, but he wasn’t going to risk Hood electrocuting him. He’s got a week until they move the victims, he’ll have plenty of time to go after the Maroni Family once he escapes Red Hood, but right now he needs more info on the newcomer.
“Would you like my doctor to prepare a sedative? He’s not huge but it took a lot to put him out the first time. It’d be no issue to do for you, my friend,” Maroni offers.
Nightwing can’t help his lip curling up into a snarl.
“I’ll manage,” Red Hood responds ominously before Dick hears the crackle of his own escrima stick.
He doesn’t have time to protest as it’s shoved into his stomach. Wing convulses before true darkness overtakes him.
#thanks for everyone that voted in my poll!!#here’s a sneak peak of my jaydick fic#jaydick#my fic#ao3 fanfic#ao3#snippet#dick is basically blind in this#his mask all gunked up with spray paint
27 notes
·
View notes
Text
thinking about mom finding a thong that she definitely did not nor would not buy me in the laundry.
she’s furious, marches upstairs. she throws the door open while i’m sprawled out naked on the floor, two fingers deep in my pussy in front of my mirror. we both freak out, although she gains her composure much quicker. “what do you think you’re doing young lady? you’re going to explain to me exactly what you’re hoping comes out of you wearing things like this!” she holds the lingerie up for me to see. i’m so embarrassed, i manage to stutter out: “mom, can’t you see i’m busy?! g-get out.” not good enough, apparently. she grabs my hand, still dripping, and pulls me to my feet.
“while you’re in my house, you don’t make the rules. sit down, and tell me why you have these.” i shuffle over to my bed and sit down, trying to grab a pair of pants or a shirt or anything to cover myself. mom sees and snaps at me “okay, so you’re too good for clothes around strangers, but you’re embarrassed around me? give me a break. stop. tell me about these already.”
she isn’t taking no for an answer. “i, I thought they looked cute, no other reason!” her demeanor changes. she’s no longer as stern-looking. she’s almost…inquisitive? “hm, well i’ll be the judge of that. here. put them on.” “wh-what?” “you heard me. show me what they look like on you.” i hesitantly take the pair of panties from her, slide them on. god, they barely cover anything, she’s gonna kill me.
“i think you have a point. they do look really good on you. but you definitely shouldn’t be wearing them out. clearly, all you’re thinking about is sex. so here’s what’s going to happen”
i watch in shock as she stands up, unbuttons her jeans, and pulls her cock out, pulling a string of precum away
“um, uh-“ is the only thing i can manage to get out. i should be disgusted, but between being interrupted while i was touching myself, and the way her curves enrapture me, the only other reaction i have is to stare
“what, baby? this is what you wanted, isn’t it? to be fucked in a thong? lay down on the bed.”
i honestly cannot believe what’s happening. i don’t know how to react
“do what i say!”, she snaps . “you’ve been so aloof, it’s time i reminded you who’s in charge” as taken aback as i am, i don’t know what other choice i have
i do as i’m told, and lay down on my back. “that’s a start. now show me what you were doing before i came in” i hesitate for a moment, and then start to rub my clit through the lingerie. god, it feels so good.
“good girl, just like that.” my eyes follow her as she pulls off her jeans and panties, and then grabs my thighs to pull me closer to her dripping cock.
“are you wet for mommy? hm, you want mommy’s cock?” almost instinctually, i let out a breathy “yesss”
she pulls the thong to the side, once again revealing what she definitely shouldn’t be anywhere near. i don’t care anymore. i want it
her tip grazes against my soaked pussy, not quite pushing inside. “tell me how much you want it, honey. it’ll be our little secret.” fuck, she’s so mean. “so, so bad, mommy. please fuck me, i’ll do anything”
she bites her lip and sinks her cock into me, burying as deep as she can, quickly followed by her pulling back and then forward again
“you’re such a good slut for me, aren’t you? god, you’re so fucking wet, i knew you’d do whatever it took to get off” why is she able to read my thoughts like this? “mom, you feel so good, don’t stop.”
she doesn’t. even when i start to orgasm, she only fucks me harder. the ecstasy of my mom making me cum over and over reduces me to tears, moans, and the occasional “fuck fuck fuck fuck”
then i can feel it coming on, the big one. “mom, i’m…gonna cum.” “good girl, that’s what i wanted to hear” she picks up her pace, puts her thumb on my clit “cum for mommy, baby” that pushes me over the edge, i clench a fistful of sheets as a wave of bliss, the best orgasm i’ve ever had washes over me. i barely notice mom moaning louder than before, but then feel her release inside me
the warmth of her cum immediately starts to leak out of me as soon as she pulls out. before i can react to anything that just happened, she’s putting on her clothes.
“wait, mom, don’t you want to hold on a second?” “that was nice, honey, but your sister is coming over and the laundry isn’t done yet. get cleaned up and dressed”
yeah she’s treating me like her personal whore, but i’d be lying if i said i don’t like it
21 notes
·
View notes
Text
tw: breeding
“what’s up, sweet boy? okay. you can come sit on my lap. but you have to stay still, okay?”
the days i work from home are always nice. especially when it’s raining out. the soft patter on the windows and being able to be with you all day is a huge benefit to such a stressful and usually labor intensive jobs.
as i work on responding to emails and handling client demands, you situate yourself on my lap. it’s nice to have a warm body so close and i’d never say no to a little company while i’m working.
for a while, the patter of the rain, tapping on my keyboard, and your gentle breathing are all i can hear. it takes away some of the stress i have of having to deal with difficult clients.
for a while, it’s nice and quiet. unfortunately, the silence doesn’t last long. soon, my office chair starts to squeak from the little adjustments you’re making on my lap.
“are you getting restless, puppy?” checking the clock on my phone, i realize just how long i’ve been working without a break.
“okay. let’s have a little break.” i smile and push away from my desk a little, making sure i’m still close enough if you want to lean back against the edge of it. “what do you think i should do on this little break, hmm puppy?”
gently, i start to rub my hands up and down your upper thighs, squeezing every so often. i’ve known what you wanted from me since you sat on my lap almost an hour ago, but i still want to hear it from you.
instead of giving a real answer, you just softly whine as if squeeze your thighs a little harder.
“use your words, pretty boy.” i smile as you mumble out an answer, almost too quiet for me to hear. normally, i would make you speak up before teasing you a little more, but i can see in your eyes just how desperate you are.
still, i take my time to get you worked up. pretty soon, your breath comes out in short pants. your soft whines fill my office as i unzip your pants. “puppies don’t wear pants, now, do they?”
you give me a firm head shake as i lift you up with ease, tugging your pants down along with your boxers. “there we go. much better.”
already, i can feel your wetness soaking through my jeans and the strain against my zipper is apparent.
while i gently pet you with one hand, the other reaches down to unzip my jeans. i stroke myself over my boxers, a relaxed sigh leaving me as i imagine how good it’s going to feel being in you.
i get lost in the pressure my hand provides over my boxers, but your insistent whines and rutting against my thigh snaps me out of it.
“i’m sorry, puppy. you’ve been such a good boy for me today. it’s time for your treat.”
slowly, i pull my cock out, drops of pre-cum running down my shaft as i feel you squirm even more.
“okay, pretty boy. you know what to do.”
letting out a stifled moan, i adjust slightly as you sink yourself down onto my cock. the process is painfully slow as i feel you take every inch.
“of fuck, puppy. you’re so tight.”
my eyes closed, i give you a second to adjust before i grab your hips and move you back and forth.
it’s been less than a day since i fucked you last, but it feels like months with how tight you are. soon, pants and moans fill the room. my chair squeaks under me as my thrusts meet every movement of your hips against me.
“just like that, puppy. fuck. fu-oh i’m not gonna last long this time, baby.”
as your eyes roll into the back of your head, i grasp onto your hips harder. i adjust myself before i speed up my thrusts, the tip of my cock brushing against your cervix now with each aggressive thrust.
“fuck fuck fuck. such a good boy. oh shit you feel good, puppy.” the knot in my belly starts to tighten as i feel myself getting close.
as you rut into me as fast as you can, your hips moving frantically, i cup your cheek, pulling you close to me for a kiss.
tongues and teeth clash as you bounce on me, my cock drilling into you one final time as i squeeze your hip hard enough to bruise it.
i keep my lips firmly pressed against yours as i let out a guttural moan. my nails digging into your hip as i fill you with my cum, your own orgasm clashing with mine.
“fuck that’s a good boy,” i mumble against your lips. “that’s a good boy. just let me breed you. fuck.”
my thighs shake a little as i feel you clench around me. i rest my forehead against yours, smiling as i feel my cum drip onto the chair.
“you’re such a good puppy letting me breed you like that, but i have to get back to work. i promise i’ll fill you up once i finish.”
#bingoslittlebarks#transgender#trans male#transmasc#ftm sub#t4t ns/fw#ftm puppy#t4t puppy#t4t sub#ftm bottom#ftm dom
24 notes
·
View notes
Text
As always, only half finished and kinda edited (as most of my bg3 writing is)
This is the Weave Lesson scene. I'm playing with using game dialogue and my own for kinda the first time for this maybe fic. I can't tell how it's going quite yet.
the only context you need for this scene is Gale spends his evenings practicing his spellbook in early levels and he gets frustrated at the pace he's crawling at. I have a fragment of this earlier in this scene where he slams his book onto his alchemy table (cause my game Gale was our potion brewer extraordinaire) and Wynleth hears glass breaking. its a passing mention in this.
(EDIT: there is something else. Wynleth describes being percieved directly by Lathander. This is a reference to her encounter with the god during her Paladin vows. I haven't ironed it out but the gist is she has spoken directly with the god once before)
I'm gonna also try a new way of formatting these posts.
------------------------------
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Gale huffs and runs his hands through his hair. I can see the mental battle he’s losing behind his eyes. Eventually he gives in.
“I’ve been in touch with the Weave for as long as I can remember. It’s like music, poetry, physical beauty all rolled into one and given expression through the senses. Mastering it felt as natural as breathing air. So losing it now feels like another kick in a series of blows to my ego. I suppose that was half of it.” He brings up that projection again. “She meant to bring low again, to humble me.”
Absent-mindedly, he begins to play with his earring and exactly who is hovering above his palm dawns on me like a crashing wave.
“Mystra?”
He nods an affirmative while gazing wistfully up at the goddess that spurned him.
I don’t know what to say.
“Her idols don’t do her justice.” The words leave my lips before I really think about them. It’s true though, they don’t. The ones I’ve seen depict a sensual woman, clothing and hair animated by the very Weave she commands. Sharp features and languid poses that reek of the male gaze and look nothing like how Gale presents her now. It’s almost shocking how simply he paints her. She could be just another beauty walking the streets of Baldur’s Gate. “They truly don’t,” Gale whispers back.
“I’m ashamed to admit, the way you speak of the Weave makes me almost jealous. It seems so infinite.” Poetry and music and beauty. He truly has a way with words if he can make me crave something when my magic feels like the kiss of sunlight after a dark winter.
The light comes back in his eyes as I shift the conversation. “Divine power must feel almost… limiting in comparison. Being only allowed as much as your deity sees fit.” Mystra’s visage is gone again, momentarily forgotten for the time being. The “More than you know,” dies swiftly on my tongue. He does know and that is the problem.
He gets an idea. I can tell by the look in his eye and the mischievous smile on his face as he pushes up to rest on his elbow. “Would you like to learn?”
What?
“You could teach me?”
He’s actually grinning now which makes me feel better. He’s not hung up on all this bullshit that’s going on. “Oh yes. Here-” He shifts into a seated position and takes my hands. Together we stand and move to the open space in front of his tent. I can't help but laugh softly at how serious he looks as he positions me and motions for me to stay put.
He turns away and makes for the table he has set up for his alchemical pursuits to retrieve his spellbook, snapping away the beaker I heard fall earlier. Prestidigitation. Perhaps that’s what he’ll teach me. I’ve heard it's a very useful spell with many applications, quick clean up being one of them.
He thumbs through the tome until he finds what he’s looking for based on the way his face settles in a self-satisfied expression. “This is a simple spell for channeling the Weave. See here-” He says as he positions himself just behind me and runs his finger over the sigil drawn on the page.
It’s brain-bendingly complex for a “simple spell.” Even the most complex healing sigils or anointments I had to learn were markedly less intricate. But it’s beautiful the way the lines curl and intersect.
“It is, isn't it?”
I must have said it out loud. Gale’s eyes are shining, they're so bright. He truly loves this. “Could you explain this to me, what all of this means?” I say, running my finger across the same path he did. There seems to be a start and end to the figure that the movement traces.
He launches into an explanation I only half understand but follow with rapt attention. What I do glean is I was right about the beginning and end and the segments of the glyph refer to different parts of the spell. Somatic, Verbal, and Material. This one only has Somatic and Verbal.
“I hope that wasn’t too hard to follow. I’ll admit, some of this stuff requires prior knowledge of spell composition.”
He looks sheepish as he pulls the book away and goes to set it down gently off to the side so he can continue to consult it from afar. It’s endearing, his concern.
“Some of it certainly went over my head but I’ve read political treatise and legalese so dense they make your head spin. I’m no stranger to asking questions and learning more.”
That seems to assuage him. He shakes out his arms and gives a winning smile. “Are you ready?”
“After you master wizard,” I say with a playful bow.
He makes a gesture that is almost like theatrically flipping something over in his hands. I watch astutely as something seems to glow from between them. Then he gestures for me to mimic him. I try my best. It’s a lot less confident than his, but from the wideness of his grin I’ve done it satisfactorily enough. Then a shiver goes up my spine as a feeling begins to overtake me. Warmth and… something I cannot place. It’s different from the sunlight of Lathander, or Shadowheart’s healing, or the electric crackle when Gale casts something. I must rock back at the sensation because Gale’s hand is there to meet me at the small of my back. “That’s the Weave. Don’t be afraid. You get used to it.”
It does feel like poetry. It feels like looking up from prose that touches your soul and letting the words sink into your skin and bury themselves in the very marrow of your being. I close my eyes at the feeling and let it wash over me. “More things on Heaven and Earth…” I say as I open my eyes.
“Indeed,” Gale matches my conspiratorial whisper. “That was the Somatic component. Are you ready for the Verbal?” I nod. “Repeat after me. Ah-Thran Mystra-Ryl Kantrach-Ao.”
The words are strange on my tongue but then the feeling somehow compounds, doubling, tripling in intensity. Gale’s voice is hushed in my ear as he leans in and whispers, “Now I want you to picture in your mind the concept of Harmony. As true as you can.”
My mind wheels through various options. Things I’ve been taught are harmony. People living in peace together. Unwavering Devotion to the Morninglord. People singing different words and notes but bringing together something transcendent and beautiful.
None of it seems to fit.
Harmony is this. It’s sitting in a Druid’s Grove full of people who just want to survive, surrounded by nature and beauty and finding a moment of peace despite the hell of our reality. It’s taking precious minutes of our lives for an impromptu magic lesson in a discipline I am wholly unfamiliar with. It's Gale's patience and my eagerness and this feeling rolling over me in waves.
My hand finds Gale’s as a pulse of energy issues forth.
An energy field envelops us. It plays with our clothes like a breeze in the absence of any detectable current. Weave. Purple and blue and as fine as spun sugar. It tastes sweet and floral and electric in a good way.
Poetry and music and beauty all rolled into one. Gale has never been more right.
“It’s beautiful Gale.”
“That doesn’t even begin to describe it.” He muses, his eyes reflecting the beautiful light surrounding us.
“No. No it doesn’t, I choke out around an incredulous laugh. I feel the urge to weep and laugh and dance all at once. This is incredible.
Instead, we stand like this- Gale’s hand pressed against my back and his other clasped in mine- breathing in what feels to me like the cosmos for some time.
“Do you feel her? Watching over us?” A reverent tone has taken over his voice as Gale breaks our reverie. Calling attention to it suddenly helps me put the feeling into words. We are being perceived by Mystra of all things. It’s a strange feeling, different than it was being perceived by Lathander. This is less direct, more idle than anything. It’s the comfort of knowing she is there. She is watching over us and keeping us safe. Tangible reassurance that your faith is not misplaced. This is a prayer answered.
“Thank you,” I say with a squeeze of my hand. We are making the most direct eye contact we have this entire encounter. No more passing glances that happen to meet or gazing at the other as they experience the majesty unfolding around us. Connection, true connection this time.
“For what?” Gale breaths, like he truly doesn’t know what a gift this is.
“For teaching me. For giving me a taste of what you experience everyday. For opening my eyes to this.” My free hand gestures around us and I mean to follow with my eyes but find I cannot tear them away. Gale looks so alive when surrounded by magic, in a way he isn’t when he is pursuing other things. It suits him handsomely.
It sinks in exactly how intimate this moment is, the two of us connected not only by touch but by the very Weave itself. I could take a thousand nights just like this one and never tire. And what I would do for a lifetime of conversations about subjects like this one! Strolling arm in arm learning from each other. I am half-convinced even a lifetime wouldn’t be enough.
As if in the same breath, I am filled by an almost innate sense of how beautiful I look lit by the Weave. The way my green eyes compliment the hues of purple and blue and the copper of my hair stands out against the ethereal backdrop. It’s a strange and discordant thought. Not mine.
I think we both realize at the same time that they aren’t our thoughts, that perhaps the tadpoles have pulled a fast one on us or even the Weave has something to do with it. We both blush in unison and impressively.
And then we laugh.
Gale’s laugh is always loud and rapturous. Barking would be a good way to describe it. But it’s pleasant and jovial. It feels right every time I hear it. I get the sense mine is musical in the way horn instruments are. Not like peeling bells, but brassy and boisterous and unladylike. That makes sense, my grandmother hated my laugh. It was too masculine and unbecoming of a daughter of a noble house, my culturally masculine social position be damned. Which is a damn shame, it is a nice laugh.
“I- Um- Well.” Gale clears his throat, still blushing. “Unexpected consequences. Not unwelcome ones! But unexpected all the same.” I’m still laughing, gently now. “There is no harm. I’m glad someone likes my laugh.” Gale blushes impossibly harder.
In a swift movement, like a breeze blowing smoke away, the spell dissipates. It’s almost frigid in it’s absence, or maybe it’s the act of Gale stepping away that brings the chill. I refuse to let him release my hand though.
“There it goes. As fleeting as the dawn, wouldn’t you agree?” He smiles at me, pleased at his metaphor.
------------------------------
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#baldur's gate iii#bg3 tav#gale#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#bg3 gale#bg3 fanfiction#fanfiction#Jericho Writes
22 notes
·
View notes
Note
skk + 17
sskk + 21
skk + “is it fun? is it fun for you to see me hurt?”
“Is it fun?” Dazai was saying, in a tone that even the most gullible person over the face of the Earth could recognize as dramatic for the shits and giggles. “Is it fun for you to see me hurt?” He even brought a hand to his chest leaning backwards in a way that almost made them lose balance.
“Cut the crap or I’m gonna drop you.” Chûya instantly answered.
Since Dazai’s leg was pretty much busted, the simplest option had been carrying him, bridal style as some sort of joke related to his stupid speech about them being destined to… something. Chûya didn’t even want to know what he would have said if finishing the sentence, hence timing the fake shot exactly then. And maybe that indulgence was a mistake, given how it had given him even more dumbassery fuel.
“So it is fun, huh? You won’t even go easy on a poor wounded man? You’re heartless, damn.”
“Those are very big words for someone who didn’t even leave a text and blew up my fuckin’ car, but ‘kay.” Two could play that game. “And I’m so gonna drop you.” Not really, since placing him back on the ground was done with way more care than Dazai would deserve after getting so annoying on purpose.
“People may have thought we were in cahoots, so you’re welcome.” Despite not commenting on how Chûya hadn’t really dropped him, it didn’t take a genius to decipher what he was thinking based on the smug grin all over his face.
“Whatever.” There came a brief sigh. “I’m gonna look for something we can use to kinda cast that leg, behave.”
sskk + “i’m not giving up on you, ever”
“Honestly, dropping the matter and hitting me like you meant it would have gotten you way further.” Akutagawa said, shrugging, and Atsushi scoffed.
“C’mon. For real?”
“Were you not able to regenerate, especially with such a speed, and if it wasn’t for the courage of that little girl… you wouldn’t even be here right now, jinko. Because you were holding back and trying to appeal to my consciousness while not even being sure that might actually work.” And then, he shrugged again.
“Am I a fool for believing in you?” Was Atsushi’s counter move. “Plus, it kinda worked for a sec, so…”
Akutagawa first stared at him dead in the eye, then quickly looked away.
“Yes. Knowing when to give up so you could actually reach your goal is important, I thought that was clear already.” Or none of them would be there right then, Atsushi guessed he might be thinking. Or not even one of them would have left that ship.
It made sense, sure, but he wasn’t going to yield. Even if he couldn’t convince Akutagawa either.
“Well, I’m not giving up on you, ever. ‘Kay?” Atsushi lifted a hand, trying to reach out in a similar way he had done back then when being pulled into the makeshift escape route. And, after taking a deep breath, he linked it with Akutagawa’s; if the price to pay was having it sliced with Rashômon, so be it.
Except nothing happened. Akutagawa didn’t say anything, and his gaze was now fixed on the sky, but he allowed the gesture… which already meant a lot.
(Also on ao3.)
#skk#sskk#bsd atsushi#bsd akutagawa#bsd chuuya#bsd dazai#bsd#bungou stray dogs#my stuff#clau stuff#ficlet#ness <3#yeah i couldn't angst much i'm a pussy ksjdlkjdl#but that's a given atp
25 notes
·
View notes
Note
im back. again. for tboy puppy pete…getting my dick into him as we speak. (nobody is surprised) anyways this is sort of a continuation of my last egregiously long submission i apologize for the brainrot
so like my last anon was super long and more me being weird about bruises than actually fucking pete so. yeah. i’d fuck the living shit out of him on the asphalt i don’t care. it doesn’t have to be pretty. (even though i still think this might just be where he’d be the prettiest (all bruised up with his own cum wetting his inner thighs.)) i don’t wanna be really gentle with him anyway because that would kind of defeat the purpose of us beating the shit out of each other in the first place (even though he was really just in it because it got him horny. so)
i’d barely let him recover from cumming the first time. it’d be kind of cute to watch him struggle to get his brain back on track but it’s not like i’d actually let him get away without taking at least one load, so i’d get my fingers back in there (much slicker this time, still twitching) and start trying to open him up a little. his brain would melt back into a liquid and he’d be arching his back and crying out in seconds. his baseline is “sensitive, needy puppy” and now its exaggerated about one thousand times. poor thing whimpering and stuttering about how it’s ‘too much’ already and he hasn’t even cum twice yet.
i’d keep a hand on his collar for as long as i could. if not to restrain him, then to ground him. i keep it there when i pull my fingers out, and when i replace them with my dick. i need to feel him around me so bad. he’d feel as good as he looks. i’d probably readjust myself to be more directly over top of him, maybe getting him into a position more akin to a mating press (maybe i’d even be nice enough to take off his shoes for him so his pants can go too). i wanna watch him tear up a little and see his lip quivering when i stretch him out. hearing him whine about how it’s too big (it’s definitely not) or about how he’s not gonna last (who cares? not me) or just little jumbled up curses. (i wanna look down and see his stupid womb tattoo just over where my dick would be when i bottom out. maybe press down on it a little with my free hand.)
fucking him would be super overwhelming at first i think (his puppy parts feel so good and he’s so loud and i’ve gotta hold him down and talk him through taking it like a good puppy) but i’d pretty easily quiet him down (make him cum again so he’s forced to stop thinking anything at all for a second). it’d probably only take a couple well timed brushes to his tdick and he’d be stuttering to a stop. (he cums harder than last time. absolutely boneless little puppy hanging off my cock. in a parking lot. so i would definitely mention how anybody could drive by and even though it’s dark out they’d know exactly what was happening.) (it’s honestly taking like 95% of my brain not to call him a stupid puppy literally every chance i get. he’s a stupid puppy)
i wanna fuck him through cumming so bad. watch his jaw drop open and how he’d visibly go blank. nothing in his head but how good he feels. (maybe he weakly tries to extend the feeling (no words to ask me to do it for him) by fucking himself back onto my dick. but at this point he’s definitely too tired for that.) overstimulating him because i need to cum too (and it’s just a bonus to see him try and stop himself from cumming a third time. it’s absolutely useless because he was built to take it like a good puppy.) wanna tell him he’s been such a good boy, that i’m gonna put pups in him as a reward for his efforts.
since pete is such a pretty boy and he’s taken it so well of course i’d keep my word and cum inside him. and then stay inside him (just for a little while because why the hell would i not? he feels good and warm and it’d be so nice to have him under me pressed into the concrete for a little while longer. maybe i need to lesn down and lick the blood off his upper lip. get my tongue in his mouth and give him perhaps the laziest makeout session he’ll ever have. while my dick is still inside him. yeah.)
my brain is absolutely mush right now i need to ruin him so bad Hope you understand.
- ⚙️ gear anon :-)
.
16 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
goldsmithsgroup13-blog
Group13
gloomingstar
GloomyStar
readerscave
Certified Biblophile
mywildestimaginings-blog
mywildestimaginings
efrognewydd
ted starling my beloved 💕