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huboi · 2 months

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᭨ ⃟⃜㊙️. THE ITADORIS’ ू✙˚💬 ̳͟͞͞. 📁💢

CHAPTER 1 : EYE-TO-EYE

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╰┈➤ summary; one friday afternoon, you come face-to-face with a man covered in tats. when at the counter, a small voice politely asks ‘papa’ for a cookie…

╰┈➤ includes; gn! barista! reader, single dad! sukuna, child! yuji, extreme fluff, sukuna is 28 (had yuji at 18), reader is early 20s’ so somewhat of an age gap

╰┈➤ a/n; consider this mini series as a 1k follower special! I’m so stoked I made it this far, tysm for all the support throughout the years <3

╰┈➤ taglist; @alluresenses, @ryomku, @slaysksmska, @vduxx, @yanelis-world, @cloudy51, @gangeyes, @khaleesihavilliard, @valen-yamyam16, @craxy-gezel @kunasexygf, @sukunamylovexoxo, @mazzd4 (if you wanna be added just hit me an ask :3)

THE GENTLE TINKLE of the bell alerted you of a new costumer, causing you to turn around away from the coffee machine ready to greet said customer with a smile and polite welcome, only for your body to stiffen in reflex.

the man that now stood in front of the counter had an eerie aura to him. he wore a black wife beater, the tight clothing highlighting the muscles that lay beneath the clothing, his arms covered in black tats, the muscles making the tats seem extra prominent. his grey sweatpants may be baggy, but you guessed that underneath lays muscular legs and thighs that could easily crush a watermelon-

snapping out of checking out the hot, dangerous looking stranger, you gave him a strained smile at him, hoping he couldn’t sense your nervousness. a small voice saying “papa, can I please have a cookie?” startled you. two little chubby hands cling to the counter, a mop of fluffy pink hair peeking at the variety of cookies on display.

“oi you brat! you’ve already had dessert at chosos’, I don’t need you bouncing off the damn walls when we get back,” the man grunted, arms crossing against his chest, which made his man tits more profound.

“hey, how about this; you can have a hot chocolate instead of a cookie?” you suggested, smiling at the cute little boy in front of you.

facing his father, yuji proceeded to plead him with the signature puppy dog eyes whilst a continuous chorus of pleases left his mouth.

sukuna sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before he mumbled out “one hot chocolate for the brat and black coffee for me,” causing yuji to throw a little celebration, squealing in delight and hugging sukunas’ slutty waist, literally jumping with joy.

the sight plastered a small, genuine smile onto your face, unbeknownst to you, causing a blush to form onto sukunas’ usually stoic face, heart pounding in his chest at this new feeling.

when they found a table to sit at, you began making their drinks. whilst brewing sukunas’ coffee you thought to yourself why only the father was out with his son, is the mother out of the picture? do they take turns with custody over the child? is he simply having some father son bonding time?

you choose not to pry over it, it’s none of your business anyways. it’s kind of comical seeing such a scary, dangerous looking guy with a cute little kid. you have to admit though, the kid’s cute, even though he’s just a carbon copy of the man, but cuter.

when finished with their drinks, you quickly carried them over to their table, noticing how yujis’ face seemed to brighten up at the sight of you carrying his sweet drink. you placed their drinks onto the table, yuji thanking you with all his might whilst sukuna mumbled a small ‘thanks’ in response.

“hiya! i’m yuji and this is my daddy sukuna!” the boy greeted before you left back to the counter. you decided to stay and talk to the kid a bit, since it was near closing time and no other customers seemed to be coming in.

“hi yuji, i’m (name), it’s nice to meet you,” you smiled, ruffling his hair, causing him to let out little giggles at the gesture. sukuna sat back idly watching you interact with his son.

‘mmm, they interact well with yuji. I haven’t had any luck with any partners, especially when they find out I’m a father. his mother was a piece of shit and didn’t even want yuji in the first place, she left me with the brat when he was born’ sukuna thought to himself, maybe he could try shooting his shot? earlier he did notice you eyeing him up and down like a piece of candy, so maybe you’re interested?

“oi brat! quit annoying them!” sukuna berated yuji, testing out the waters to check if you really did want to talk to yuji because you wanted to or if you felt obliged to.

“nonesense! he’s not annoying me, a cutie such as him could never annoy me. I love kids, they give me so much joy. your dad sure is a lucky guy to have you isn’t he?” you grinned, pinching his chubby cheeks in the process causing him to whine out in retaliation.

internally sukuna is smitten, he’s never seen anyone treat yuji with such love, other than choso. maybe you are the right one after all? the problem is, how can he ask you out without making a scene? (the scene being yuji making a huge fuss over him having a partner for the first time since his mum)

“do you have a pen by any chance?” the sudden sound of sukunas’ deep voice sent a small shiver down your spine. “yup, just give me a second sir” you curtly responded, rummaging through your breast pocket before grabbing a pen and giving it to the tatted man.

sukuna grabbed a napkin from the table and hastily scribbled down something before placing the pen back onto the table and practically chugging his coffee.

“brat you finished with your drink?” sukuna asked the little munchkin “noooo, need more time!” yuji cried out. you simply took his cup and placed the coffee into a take out coffee cup, giving it to him so he could drink it on the way back.

“thank you!” yuji bowed, before taking his dads’ way larger hand into his own tiny chubby one. you simply watched as they walked out of the shop, the gentle tinkle of the bell indicating that they’ve left.

you spotted the napkin sukuna wrote on, numbers scribbled along with a small ‘my number : if interested text me and we can go on a date’

you became flustered, feeling your heart flutter at the thought of seeing the attractive dilf once again. maybe you’d text him tomorrow, as you’re usually free on Saturdays as the shop closes earlier at 12:00.

you’re surprised that sukuna was interested, he didn’t show much interest during your interaction. he’s going to be a hard guy to read.

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rztaros · 1 month

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: if looks could kill

synopsis. jealousy is a disease, and clarisse has caught it. pairing. clarisse la rue x fem!r genre. fluff wc. 900+ now playing. steeeam by shelly . . . 💿 notes. 💬 lowercase intended 🦭

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with clarisse by your side every moment—her arms wrapped around your waist, never letting you go, even for a second— it was undoubtedly obvious that you were hers, and she was yours. the daughter of ares knew that, and so did you, yet clarisse couldn't grasp how a mere camper was openly flirting with you, despite knowing the relationship you two held.

and as the camper inched closer to you, jealousy would start to bubble in clarisse's stomach, rapidly thawing at the drop of patience she had left. while you were helping a new camper—the very same one whom clarisse noticed was always giving you ogling eyes whenever they see you—clarisse's arms were folded against her chest, her eyes locked onto your face.

she'd snicker at the way you'd just ignore the camper's attempt to flirt with you, her teeth gritted.

as you crouched down next to the camper—your hand on the bow the camper held, letting the arrow fly straight into the trunk of the tree— clarisse slowly approached you, as if she wasn't trying to get caught.

as you went to maneuver the bow around again, you felt a pair of arms around your waist, and furrowing your eyebrows and titling your head, you'd notice the daughter of ares staring down at the poor camper.

confusion littered your features, "clar?" you'd mumble under your breath.

"don't question it, pretty girl."

there was a bite in the curly-haired girl's tone, one you couldn't exactly understand, but you knew it put you on the edge. once you turned around fully, the glint in clarisse's eyes became apparent to you, as her eyes were locked on the camper.

clarisse would keep a firm stance, practically towering over you with her chest pressed against your back. even without looking back at the girl, you knew she looked like she was ready to pounce the poor camper.

if stares could kill someone, then the camper would've been six feet under.

you'd swivel around, your hands rested against clarisse's sides. you rubbed her sides tenderly, and it seemed as if clarisse was snapped back into reality, her gaze softening at your touch. she caved in to your touch, her posture less tense.

clarisse would clear her throat, murmuring, "it's getting late, don't you think, princess?"

you'd just nod, mumbling goodbyes to the camper. with clarisse's arms wrapped around your waist, the curly-haired girl dragged you back to her cabin, whilst pressing feather light kisses onto your cheek.

"clar…" you'd mumble under your breath, a series of giggles escaping your throat.

the daughter of ares would set you on her bed, her hands cupping your chin, as she admired your features endearingly.

"shh, don't talk," clarisse would coax, soon pressing her lips against yours. your hands would find their way to clarisse's locks, your hands entangled within them while your noses would bump against each others' occasionally.

once you took the initiative of pulling away, clarisse would grumble, burying her head against your neck.

"what was that all about, clar?" you'd giggle, your hands making their way back to her locks, as you had begun to play with her hair.

clarisse would scoff, "what, can't a girl just kiss her girlfriend?"

you'd roll your eyes, nudging clarisse's shoulder, earning a dramatic reaction from the curly-haired girl.

"c'mon, it's not just that!" you'd exclaim.

clarisse would only bury her head into your neck further, huffing in exasperation. she'd lift her head, facing you before grumbling.

"i just don't want you with that camper," clarisse would mutter, "i mean, they're not that important, so…" she'd trail off.

upon hearing clarisse's half-assed explanation, a series of laughter would escape from you, leaving the poor daughter of ares dumbfounded.

"you're- you're jealous, aren't you?" you'd chuckle, as your hands landed on clarisse's hips, pulling her closer and rubbing her sides.

"i'm not jealous, besides, what would i even be jealous of?" clarisse would retort, scoffing once again.

you'd giggle before peppering kisses onto clarisse's cheeks, her heart beginning to flutter.

"you don't need to be jealous, clar; i only want you anyway," you'd assure the curly-haired girl, pressing a chaste kiss onto clarisse's velvety lips.

clarisse would mumble nonsense against your lips, pulling you closer to her. she'd pull you onto her lap, her fingers drawing patterns on your stomach. her warm breath brushed against your skin, and without hesitation, clarisse would lean in and press her lips against yours once again.

you both savored the kiss, starting gently then gradually becoming more passionate as it continued.

"you're such a dork," you'd tease with a gentle grin, eliciting a groan from clarisse.

the daughter of ares would roll her eyes in response, her hands tracing your jaw. "i'm not a dork—i just don't want you with that camper," she'd mumble, pressing another kiss against yours.

"you don't have to worry about anything, clar," you'd reassure, your thumbs hovering over clarisse's knuckles and rubbing them tenderly. clarisse would nod, her worries melting away as her fingers were entangled with yours. she'd cup your face in a haste, peppering your face with an abundance of kisses, leaving a trail of light kisses along your jawline, each one mischievous, yet filled with affection. your fingertips danced delicately along her back, tracing patterns, as you reveled in the comforting touch of clarisse.

the daughter of ares would pull you closer once again, making you enter her circle of warmth, as your nose would find the crook of her neck. she'd caress your hair softly, and at that moment, clarisse wished she could stay like this forever.

i'm missin' your lips, missin' your hips

missin' the way i was touched by you

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luvyeni · 8 months

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❛RELAX❜ ( o. shotaro )

💬nia's notes: i know i said i wouldn't start wriring for riize just yet , but i couldn't help it i just love taro.

p. stoner!shotaro x shy!reader w. 3.4k (idk either)

warnings? drug usage , unprotected sex , dirty talk , pwp , cumming inside , oral ( f. receiving), fingering ,

— 𖦹 ( smoking weed with shotaro leads to something more ) !

"you're late mr. osaki." you looked up from your computer , you sat in the way back , so you got a good look at the entire class , including the boy who stood at the door , shoulders hung , he definitely didn't want to be here. "this the eighth time this month class starts at one o'clock not one-thirty."

he nodded , head still low. "i slept late." the teacher shook her head. "take a seat mr. osaki , next time set a better alarm." she turned back to the projector.

he made his way to the back , the rest of the desk filled up except the one next to you , your bag occupied the chair. "can i sit?" he said looking at you, you could now see that his eyes were red , he was high. "hello?" he waved his hand in front of your face. "h-huh?"

"mrs.(last name) , mr. osaki , is there a problem." the class turned to face you both. "just trying to sit down." he kept his eyes on you. "so can i sit down?" you nodded , quickly moved your things from the seat — he sat down , everyone turning back to the board and your heart finally stopped beating at 100 miles per hour from all the attention.

you tried to focus on the board , but you couldn't help but glance over to him everyone once and a while , you've see him every once in a while in this class , he'd often sit in the back , he almost never paid attention , but he always passed — getting up and leaving , he basically was there for attendance.

"you know i can feel you staring at me?" his whisper voice spooked you , you tried to turn , but it was no use. "y-you don't have any books." you said , he could barely hear you , but he chuckled. "yeah , i know." he said. "i'll get someone else to do it."

you went to face him again , but he beat you to it , his face was already close to yours. "what about you princess?" he smirked at your flustered stated. "you wanna do it for me , be a good girl and do my work for me?"

"wh-what." he sat back in his chair , head low again. "i was kidding (name)." how'd he know your name? "you're gonna miss the class if you don't pay attention. the class , that's right. "sh-shit." you cursed , turning to the right page , refocusing on the work , taking the notes down on your computer.

shotaro watched you , in fact he always watched you — you just never payed any attention to your surroundings , always trying to get somewhere quickly and quietly , but sometimes he'd catch you , mumbling things to yourself while working and he thought it was cute , he thought you were cute , so when god gave him the opportunity to sit next to you , he took it even though he was high out of his mind and could barely pick up on anything.

class went by quickly , shotaro had fallen asleep , probably sleeping off his high , while you jotted down the notes. "we have a test coming up , it's worth half your grades , so remember to study." you packed up all your stuff. "mrs.( last name)?" you looked up. "y-yes?" the professor pointed to shotaro. "please wake him up." she shook her. "don't even know why he bothers to come."

you turned to the sleeping boy , reaching out and lightly tapping him. "h-hey." you tapped him once again , a little harder this time , his eyes fluttered open , no longer red , his pupils back to normal. "class is over now." you said , about to walk away , when he grabbed your wrist.

"wait." his voice groggily from sleep. "let me take you home." he said. "you don't live on campus , correct?" you nodded. "b-but you don't have to." you said. "it's cool , i want to." he stood up. "wh-why?"

you were so cute , all shy. "maybe i just hang out with you , not everyone is all scary." he said. "you'll take me straight home?" you questioned. "i promise." he smirked , moving close to you , his body close to yours. "unless you have another place." he laughed as you took a step back. "let's go." he took your bag from your shoulders , putting it on his.

you guys made it to his car , he opened your door , letting you step inside before he closed the door , jogging over to the drivers side , climbing in , tossing your bookbag in the back. "ready?"

you looked out the window as drove , picking at the string on your skirt nervously , shotaro picked up on it , grabbing your hand. "stop that , you don't want to mess it up do you?" you shook your head , stopping. "good girl." those words sending a shiver down your spine.

"you hungry?" he spoke up. "we can stop for food." he wanted to grab food with you , did he mean like a date? was he asking you out on a date? "don't think too much of it , you'll hurt that pretty head of yours." he said. "there's a drive through mcdonalds near by , we can pick something up." you nodded , he let out a tsk sound.

"ah you can do better." he said. "let me hear that pretty voice , use your words." you couldn't understand it , but the way he spoke to you , it made you feel something , something you've never felt before — but it made you want to listen to him. "o-okay" he smiled. "good girl , let's go."

he pulled into the drive through , the lady spoke through the voice machine , he ordered what he want , turning to you getting your order before telling her what you want. "okay , you guys can pull up to the front window."

after getting your food , he placed it in your lap , driving off. you noticed he missed the exit to get back to your house , your eyes widening. "m-my house— i know." had that been any other person , you've would been shitting your pants , but with him surprisingly you felt safe. "i have place where we can eat our food and talk."

he drove for about ten more minutes , pulling into a old parking lot. "don't be so nervous." he said. "i would never put you in any harm , just relax." he said , grabbing the bag , taking the food out. "here you go." you shyly too the box of chicken nuggets , sitting them in your lap , he smiled. "cute."

he turned on a random tv show on his phone , sitting it up so you could see while you ate , occasionally making conversation with you , smiling when you shyly nod or avoided his eye contact — which never away , his eyes were always on you , watching everything you did.

"i-is th-there something on my face?" you said , looking for a napkin. "no , just like looking at you." you were flustered again , his constant flirting was going to kill you. "w-why?"

"because you're pretty." he said. "and i like staring at you." you quickly switched the subject. "i took all the notes down , i'll send them to you." he turned to you , laughing. "i didn't really mean for you to actually do my work for me princess." you began to pick at the string on your skirt again.

"hey." he grabbed your hands. "thank you , but don't worry your pretty little head about me." you nodded , and he let your hand go , this time resting his hand on your knee. "just relax , when you're with me that's all you have to do is relax."

he reached in the glove compartment , pull out a small metal can , opening it — revealing four pre-rolled joints. "sh-shotaro , what are you doing?" he smiled , taking one out , along with his lighter. "what does it look like?" he put the blunt to his mouth , about to light it. "b-but you can't drive if you're high."

"well then i guess you have to stay right here with me until im sober again." he light it up , taking a drag , inhaling , then exhaling. "you don't mind that do you." it probably should've bothered you , but it really didn't , you actually wanted to spend more time with him , this was probably the most you've been out in like forever. "i-i guess i don't mind."

you watched him take multiple drags , his body slumping further and further into the seat , he turned the radio on , r&b playing on a low volume as smoke filled the car. "you want to try?"

you shook your head. "i-i'm fine." you've never done something like that before , you wouldn't even know what to do. "why not , it will finally take your mind off everything." he said. "i-i've never done it before." of course you haven't. "i know , but that doesn't mean you can't try."

you thought about it before agreeing , what harm could it be. "s-sure." you said , he sat up , taking the blunt out of his mouth. "you don't have to , i won't force you (name)." he said. "i-i want to."

he nodded , you turned to him. "let me lead." you obey , and he held the blunt to your mouth. "open up." he tapped the blunt on your lips , you got that feeling again that you did earlier — parting your lips. "good girl , now close."

you obeyed , closing your lips. "now inhale it — not too much." he watched you closely , tapping your cheek with his finger , signaling you to stop , now hold it , that's it , just a little longer." the smoke filled your lungs. "now let go." you coughed , the smoke coming out of your mouth. "it's okay , it's okay." he patted your back. "it's always like that the first few times , you'll get the hang of it."

he let you hit it two more times , before he seem your eyes get redder and redder , before he was pulling it away from your lips. "that's enough , three is enough for someone like you."

you sat back , your body felt like it was melting into the seat. "look at you , finally relaxing." he smiled , you chuckled. "and you laughed , that's three wins for me today." he said. "three?" he hummed. "i got you to hang out with me , i got you relax and i got you to smile." he counted them.

he noticed you in your own world , picking with the hem of your skirt. "what's troubling that pretty head again?" he held your hands down once again. "wh-why did you want to hang out with me?" you said. "are you not having good time."

"n-no it's not that, it's just that , you've never paid attention to me before , wh-why all of sudden." he smiled , you were so clueless. "how would you know pretty , you alway have your head in the clouds , talking to yourself." your face heated up with embarrassment.

"do i really talk to myself?" you didn't evem realize you were doing it now , he laughed. "you're so cute." he rubbed your knee. "that's why i wanted to hang out with you , everything about you is so cute." your face was on fire , you turned out to face the window.

"especially when you get all shy , i find that so cute." he grabbed your jaw , turning it to face him. "why'd you turn away?" he smirked , his eyes fell to your lip , which you were chewing on. "am i making you nervous?"

you could barely comprehend what was going on , between the weed flowing through your system , and his hand resting on your leg , the other forcing you to look at him , it was all too much. "i really want to kiss you right now." your eyes widened.

"can i?" his thumb ran across your bottom lip , you nodded. "i need to hear you princess , use those words." you were afraid , not knowing what would come out. "y-yes , you can." he smiled , leaning in , his lips pressing against yours.

his lips felt nice , soft against yours. he could tell you were still nervous , pulling away. "look at you , your eyes all glazed over." he chuckled. "did you like it?" he questioned. "you want another one?" you nodded. "words pretty girl."

"i want another one." you said , your voice the most clear than has been , shotaro took notice of this. "how about you come sit right here and get it." he patted his lap , your eyes fluttered to his his lap , the to him. "y-your lap?" he nodded. "yeah , if you want to." you thought about it , you'd never even gone this far with a guy , but you wanted to — you wanted to go that far with shotaro. "o-okay."

you undid your seat belt , slowly climbing into his lap , hovering right above him. "let me help you." he grabbed your hips , pulling you down. "there you go pretty girl." his hands rested on your thighs , on of them coming up to caress your cheek. "just relax for me." he pulled you into another kiss.

you don't know if it was the weed , or his kisses , but you were on cloud nine and you didn't want to come down , he deeped the kiss , it was sloppy at first , but he allowed you to find your own pace , eventually getting the hang of it.

this was the best high of his life , he wish he could stay like this forever , in this moments , you on top of him , your lips against his , smoke still floodings the car , making it hotter than it already was.

the feeling from earlier was back and it was stronger than ever , traveling from your stomach to in between your legs , an almost unbearable , you couldn't help but move.

shotaro smirked , pulling away , you chased his lips desperately. "calm down." he whispered , against your lips. "you're getting so worked up princess , try and relax for me , you can have everything you want in a minute."

he wanted to make sure you really wanted this , that it wasn't just the weed talking. "you don't have to do this." he said. "i still really just want to hang out with you." he rested his forehead against yours. "i-i want to." you said. "i really want to."

his cock was hardening against his slacks , you were on top of him , your eyes blown out as you practically begged him to fuck you , grinding against him. "fu-fuck , if you keep grinding against me , im gonna cum in my pants." he grunted.

"i-i didn't mean to." he threw his head back against the headrest. "i know princess , i know you don't." he played with the ends of your shirt. "let's get you out of this." he lifted your shirt above your head , revealing your pink bra.

"so pretty baby , can i take it off?" you were about to nod , but deciding to skip that part , "y-yes." he smiled. "you finally caught on princess , keep using those words , let me hear that pretty voice." he reached behind you , undoing the hooks , letting your bra fall , your tits bouncing from the impact. "such pretty tits." his hand came up , engulfing your boobs , squeezing them.

"sh-shotaro." you moaned , and he was slowly losing it , you moaned so prettily , even prettier than he imagined. "so soft." he whispered , bringing his lips to your bud , sucking on it. "sh-shit , feels so good." you felt your panties soaking even more , you probably were making such a mess , but you couldn't care right now , you needed him.

oh couldn't hold it anymore , he needed to feel you , he needed to be inside you. "fu-fuck , fuck princess i need you , please i need to fuck you." he moaned , waiting for your word , once you gave it to him he was directing you to the back seat , laying you on your back.

"wanna taste you first." he sighed , kissing your stomach , making his way down to your skirt , lifting it up to your waist. "pretty panties." you whined , squirming your hips.

"relax , i told you , you'll get everything you want." he pulled your panties down your legs , he'll find them later — kissing right above your tailbone.

it was cramped , but that didn't stop him spreading your legs as much as he could , buring himself in between them , licking a strip up your cunt. "ohmygod." you moaned. "f-feels so good." he hummed against your heat , you moans only egging him on.

you tasted like heaven , this was his new drug , you were all he ever needed to feel high again , he pulled away , giving your clit little kitten licks. "you taste so good princess." his lips wet from your slick. "want my fingers?"

he rubbed your swollen bud , you nodded. "p-please." he pushed one finger into your hole. "your little cunt is barely taking my finger princess , i don't think im gonna fit." he added another finger , a slight sting making you hiss.

"it's okay , it's okay." he slowly thrusted his fingers into you , the pain slowly subsiding. "that's it , my fingers like a good girl." your stomach began to tighten. "you're clenching around my fingers." he rubbed your clit in circles. "you gonna cum?" you nodded. "go a head , cum on fingers , so i can make you do it again on my cock." he sped up his fingers , the band tighten more and more — before it snapped. "fuck 'taro , im cumming!" you screamed , cumming all over his fingers. "fuck!"

"good girl , fuck you came so much." he pulled his fingers out , bringing them back to his mouth , getting another taste , his cock twitching in his pants. "shit."

he undid his pants , pulling them down enough for his cock to spring out , resting against his stomach. his cock was big , a long vein adorned the side , his tip red , leaking with pre-cum. "are you sure you want , we don't have to go any further?"

you whined , reaching down grabbing his cock. "pl-please." your voice was desperate , as you stroked his cock. "i want it so much." you begged , shotaro cursed , grabbing your hand , replacing it with his own , lining himself up with your cunt. "i'll go slow."

and slow he did , sinking into your cunt , both of you letting out a moan. "fu-fuck , you're so fucking tight." his voice was shaky. "baby , you gotta stop clenching , im gonna cum." he grunted. "ca-can't help it." you mewled. "y-you're so big." he smirked , rocking his hips.

"yeah , you feeling full of my cock?" you moaned. "s-so full." he held your leg around his waist as he pounded into your needy hole. "you're so vocal now , what happened to my shy baby , where is she?" he grunted. "s-still here?" you moaned.

"yeah? she's still in there , but i like this version though , you moaning for me like a little slut." you tightened around his cock , making him hiss. "sh-shit , you like being called that?" he grunted , hitting that gummy spot. "there it is?" he continuously thrusted against that spot.

"my perfect girl , this is all just for me?" he rubbed your clit. "only i get to see you like this , all slutted out , right?" you felt your orgasm. "ye-yes , fuck 'taro im gonna cum." he kissed your lips. "go ahead , cum for me."

he pressed his forhead against yours , wrapping your leg around his waist , hitting deeper than before , trigger your orgasm. "taro fuck." you tightened around him hard. "oh shit." he didn't even have a chance , before he was spilling his cum into your cunt.

"sh-shit , im so sorry." he pulled out slowly , his cum seeping out of your cunt , his cock twitching at the sight , he didn't mean it this time , he can't be to sure next time. "i-its okay , i'm on birth control."

he let your leg go slowly , carefully just incase you were sore. "let me clean you up." he grabbed a tissue , carefully cleaning you off. "you did so well." he praised , your face turned hot. "st-stop it." you stuttered. "ah , there she is." he smiled. "so cute."

he helped you get dressed , you climbed out of the car , getting back into the passenger's seat , he climbed back into the drivers seat. "i don't want to take you back right now." he said slumped in his seat sad. "w-we c-can come back tomorrow." you said , he sat back up happily. "okay , i'll pick you up after class." he started the car , placing his hand on your thigh , much higher than before.

"maybe tomorrow you can put my cock in that pretty mouth of yours."

©️LUVYENI

#kpop x reader #kpop smut #riize x reader #osaki shotaro #shotaro smut #shotaro x reader #shotaro fic #shotaro oneshot

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haunted-headset · 6 months

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Wilbur talking about YN at a concert and YN just happened to be streaming and chat told her. Then once wilbur gets back from tour (theyre roommates) YN mentions it and wilbur gets all flustered 🤭

💬 Everybody Talks Too Much 💬

Summary: Wilbur was talking about Y/N at a concert and Y/N happened to be streaming & her chat told her. Then, once Wilbur gets back from the tour, Y/N mentions it & Wilbur gets flustered AF

A/N: guys go follow @joviepog, they're basically one of the reasons you guys get fanfics. Also, this title was based off of a song called Everybody Talks :p

pairing: CC!Wilbur x afab!musician!reader

pronouns used for reader: She/her/hers

tags: @vibestillaxxx @joviepog @ax-y10 @themonsterunderurmom @wilburstan @smolsleepykitten @funnyreally2009 @crows-death @thewheelersgaygaragelights @dykepunz @aresriiots @0miamor0 @cathers-world @defonotval @chipch0p @mazzistar16 @unmellowyellowfellow @justalittlebitofchaos @thosecolorfulsheets @vopix @taylors-version-from-the-vault @aine-lasagna @merianakross @veeislost @urfav-sapphic-siren (pls let me know if you do/don't want to be tagged!)

warnings/cw: reader & Wilbur getting flustered, swearing, mentions of whimpering audios

proofread?: *aggressively shakes head*

genre: fluff

word count: 455

"Do we have to steal Wilbur's YLYL rules again, chat?" You said to your chat with a laugh. "It seems like Wilbur's the only one who can tame you feral fuckers." You were doing a YLYL stream & your fans thought it would be a funny idea to try & send whimpering audios through MediaShare. You were not amused. Just then, a different video had been sent in. You were very prepared to pause the video or have the mods remove it, but you then saw your roommate Wilbur in the video.

"What's this?" You asked with a raised brow. You read the caption of the video, which read, "Wilbur was talking about Y/N during one of his concerts!!!!" You felt your face get hot.

In the video, Wilbur had just finished a song & he said to the crowd, "Guys, I forgot to mention, but shoutout to my roommate Y/N, because they stuck around even though I forget to pay rent half of the time & I bother her with my dumbass rambling! So, yeah, respect for my pretty hot roommate!" He said it so easily as if it were nothing. As if he didn't just call you hot.

"...interesting," you mumbled. The chat was blowing up with 'lol' messages & comments about how red your cheeks were. You didn't really care because you heard a knock at your bedroom door. You were home alone.

"Uh...come in?" you said to the knocking at the door. Wilbur then opened the door. "Wilbur?! You're back from tour?"

"Yeah," he smiled. He became Beardbur again during the tour & he looked very tired. "Sorry, I didn't tell you. I wanted to surprise you."

"Nah, it's fine," you said. "I was too busy to pick you up anyway."

"Wow," Wilbur said sarcastically, placing a hand over his heart & scoffing. "I can't believe that you would prioritize your streams over me!"

"Oh, piss off," you laughed.

"What're you doing?" Wilbur asked, looking at the webcam. He looked at the video & raised a brow.

"We're doing a YLYL stream," you said. "& my chat sent a video of you talking about me during a concert."

His usually pale face went ten shades pinker. "Th-that must've been edited or something-"

"Wilbur, it's fine, I know you're madly in love with me," you said jokingly. He laughed awkwardly.

"Oh well, I'll leave you to your weird chat," Wilbur said as he quickly got up & left the room. You waved goodbye & saw that someone had subscribed & left a message along with the sub.

"WILBUR LIKES YOU! HE SAID SO DURING THE SHOW! I JUST DIDN'T SHOW YOU THAT PART!" The message said.

"...what?" You said softly.

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mncein · 5 months

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my sweater? or yours?

◖ 🌸 ° ✮ — seeking comfort after an exhausting day is a requirement. maybe hugs and kisses will ease the tiredness you're feeling. from who? of course your lovely girlfriend!

◖ 🕢 ° ✮ — today, serving you with...? pure fluff !! try your best to relax and take breaks, there is no time for drama today; pairing: newjeans ot5 x female!reader

◖ 💌 ° ✮ — mail for you: hi hi! guess who's back! i'll be explaining my semi-long (?) disappearance here. aside all the crazy things i've done in my life, first sem is done! so far i'm not pressured or stressed about any school works, i fixed my schedules, managed my time and all. i grew a lot ! hoping my brain did too, anyways take this as thanks to my loyal readers out there ! special thanks to @ilovekimminji for the kisses and requesting this hc ! ◖ 💬 ° ♪ — word count: 2,731

in what might some consider as dramatic, your tiredness has truly reached its limit. the silent but audible groans escaping your lips serve as a sign that you're getting more exhausted with every step you take. the walk to newjeans' dormitory, which the girls granted you access to, feels like a long travel at this point. each step is paired with a quiet sigh, a mumble of a protest against the weight of drained energy.

at last, you arrived at the front door of the building; when the view of the elevator opening entered reach of your sight, you felt a feeling of relief for your tired legs, you don't have to take the stairs! you made your way inside the dormitory, hoping that your girlfriend was home...

🌸 — minji

you know she was home because of her favorite slippers all messy on the rug of the front door. you knelt down, followed by a click of your tongue while you fixed the house shoes neat and well-arranged. after, you take your coat off and hang it on the rack, excitement of seeing minji growing second after second. rushing to the living room with a big smile on your face.

there she was, entirely carefree of your presence, but still undeniably beautiful while slacked lazily on the couch. the tv plays a playlist of her all-time favorite old rock love songs on youtube, and she listens to them with you twice or thrice a week, but it looks like she missed you so much that she had to listen to them alone for the 6th time this week.

you wasted no time and jumped on the couch, your mind going back to your intention of receiving hugs and kisses from your girlfriend, and went blank when you felt her wrap her strong arms around your waist. the both of you missed the warmth you shared with each other. it felt so long and cold as an endless winter night without being cuddled up on each other's arms.

"missed you so much."

words were muffled as you stuffed your face in her chest, she chuckled at your words as a reaction.

"same here. i had to play the songs all day because i can't get you off my mind."

"i knew. but at least give time to fix your slippers on the front door!"

you two shared a moment of laughter before staring into each other's eyes, closing them after feeling your lips touch. sharing the sweet moment passionately and expressively that lasted for a minute.

"i love you bro."

you pecked her lips between every word, her smile growing after receiving every kiss.

"i love you too, miss bro."

minji whispered as a distraction, for her to sneak her hands on your waist, fingers preparing for the right time to attack you with tickles.

"no, i love you more."

you teased.

"god, you're so annoying, i love love you more!"

minji replied after you, and she knew it was going to be an endless exchange of "i love you's", all set and go!

laughs escaped your mouth as minji's fingers turned into tickling machines, squirming and weak under her touch. you desperately tried to escape the torment to catch your breath.

"i swear! if getting tickled by you is a workout, i'd be really fit right now."

you blurt out, calming yourself after laughing too much, you then lay back on her chest, breathless and grinning from ear to ear. minji welcomes you again into her embrace, holding your head softly, this simple gesture sends sparks into your heart.

she rambled away, sharing how her day lacked its usual spark without you around. but excitedly, she spoke about some new songs she discovered, recommending them to you. as she was getting carried away with a new topic, she yearned to steal a few kisses from you. however, you remained silent. minji glanced down and found you peacefully sleeping on her chest, looking utterly adorable in your slumber.

she wouldn't dare wake you up, she knew you were tired, and you deserve a good rest. maybe she'll get those kisses tomorrow morning.

wait! before she closes her eyes and go to sleep with you...

"hold on, who's sweater are you wearing? my sweater? or yours?"

🌸 — hanni

of course, the familiar sounds of what she self-assuredly called "hanni music" echoed through the living room. it was visible that today was her specified lazy day. the remnants of her favorite delivered food were scattered messily on the floor, with even the plastic containers adding to the mess. straw wrappers had flown chaotically, and you unknowingly stepped on one.

now, she's sat on the sofa with her ipad in hand. it seems like she's busy doodling and playfully experimenting with the drawing app she shared with you. funny to you how it was so obvious what she was doing based on her crazy hand movements and a big lopsided grin on her face.

you break into her childlike moment by turning off the speaker that's been playing her songs. responding quickly, she wears a mix of guilt and silliness on her face. putting down her ipad next to her, hanni gazes up at your figure with crossed arms, resembling a scolded child caught in the act.

"hehe~ i'm done now, see...?"

hanni opened her arms and offered a hug, together with a gummy smile to ease the mood around the both of you. you're going to forgive her, right? she swore she'd clean up her mess, she was just too lazy to do it right away.

hanni, with a tender gesture, unfolded her arms and extended them towards you, warmly inviting you for a comforting embrace. hoping you'd give in to her, hanni's lips curved into a gummy smile, an easygoing expression showing to clear off any tension lingering in the air between the two of you. the atmosphere seemed to soften as her arms remained open wide, offering comfort in the form of an affectionate hug.

the unspoken question floats around in the air: were you willing to forgive her right there, right now? her eyes, filled with sincerity, pleaded for your understanding. she assured you that she would settle the situation, promising to tidy up the outcome of her apparent laziness. her intention was clear, seeking reconciliation through the simple act of offering an apology wrapped in a warm, embracing hug.

"sorry babe, i'll clean that up later. so why don't you get into these arms and cuddle with me?"

in that moment, a wave of conflicting emotions swept over you. despite the remaining second thoughts about fully accepting her apology. the hug felt nice, it was a gesture that goes beyond words, and you found yourself succumbing to the pure comfort she offered.

hanni, with a smile gracing her face, was content. having you back at home, embraced by her arms. though unsaid, her emotions showed that she missed you like how much you missed her too.

and the both of you had that connection between you, understanding each other without any effort. reciprocating the embrace, perhaps; in this instance, you would let her win, recognizing that sometimes the embrace of understanding speaks louder than the words left silent.

"i feel so small in this sweater."

"is that why you acted like a kid?"

"you know i look cute when i do."

you didn't really care when she wore your clothes; you both practically shared them anyway. however, with a glance at your tired expression, hanni sensed your weariness. so, she leaned back, inviting you to rest your head on her chest. the longing for her company was so strong that you ended up falling asleep there. well as she promised, when you wake up tomorrow, you'll find everything around you magically cleaned.

"maybe you should wear it more then. wait- is that my sweater? or yours?"

🌸 — daniellle

you can tell danielle's definitely home – dishes cleaned, table looking shiny, and neat. plants by the hallway appear refreshed, probably just had their daily hydration session. the living room, bathed in a cozy purple glow, the mist of the diffuser, leaving a trail of lavender goodness in the air. it's all relaxing as soon as you set foot inside. danielle's turned the dorm into a zen paradise, and you can't wait to spend your night with her.

she just knows you best, danielle had the movie you both agreed to watch. she obviously planned all this, as she was aware that you were coming home a little late and exhausted. your girlfriend always wants the best for you and is ready to do anything to help. you appreciate her for it, and like her, you'd do the same in a heartbeat. love works both ways.

you hurried to the room where she was, so eager to see your girlfriend. danielle was lying all cozy in a sweater and waiting for you, she had the remote resting in her hand, thumb hovering over the play button. noticing the familiar shadow, her eyes met yours. you were greeted with a soft smile and a flying pair of soft clothes she had prepared, hitting your face.

"think fast!"

she laughed while you rolled your eyes, picking up the clothes and changing into them inside the bathroom.

"i would if you didn't throw the clothes first."

you replied, finding a cozy haven on her chest, now she had her arms wrapped around you. inhaling the subtle fragrance that enveloped her, it felt like an immersive experience, almost ethereal. the scent, a delicate blend uniquely hers, it was her favorite, and wears it almost every day (which became your favorite on her as well), evoking a sense of comfort and security. it wasn't just a fragrance; it was an essence that described her sweet personality. all of those gave you a feeling that, at that moment, could genuinely be described as heavenly.

"how'd you do all these?"

"learned them from you."

"i see, welcome to my world."

a few minutes had passed and you were falling asleep in the position you were both in, the movie continued playing, danielle was keeping her focus on it while giving your head massages (that she knew would help you relax even more). you had your hands gripping gently on her clothes, feeling the familiar texture, you recognized it was the shared sweater of you two. you took note that it was her turn to wear it this week, danielle giggles when you rub your hands on her sides sleepily.

"i thought we shared this, i don't know if i should still consider this as my sweater? or yours?"

🌸 — haerin

in the dormitory was all silent and inviting compared to the busy city outside, and there was food in the cat's bowl. the presence of haerin was a quiet yet reassuring sign that she was indeed home. haerin, an up-to-time cat feeder, maintained a schedule, making sure that the fluffy friend was never left waiting for its meal. not even a minute too soon or too late.

as you stepped inside, you swiftly hung your coat before joining rangheo. soft purrs filled the space as you engaged in a playful moment with him, and he enough reminded you of haerin when she's away.

having slipped into a set of fresh, clean clothes, you make your way to the living room where haerin awaits. greeting her with a warm hug, your head finding a comfortable resting place on her chest. in an instant, she releases her hold on the phone, reciprocating the hug with a lovely smile on her face.

"didn't know you like laufey."

"i may or may not have been going through your playlists."

the soft sounds of laufey's music fade into the background as the two of you share this moment. that when the soft, tired breaths escape you. without a word, she senses your exhaustion and knows well how to give you an embrace full of relaxation around you, offering serenity in the warmth of her arms.

"how was your day?"

"boring without you."

"i'm here now though."

"day went better."

you softened at her words, you're glad you can spend the night with her (and rangheo); then you felt soft paws climb on your back and up to your head, resting snugly on your nape. haerin can't help but let out a giggle at the cuteness overloading in front of her. she had one of her hands on your head giving small scratches, and one rubbing under rangheo's chin.

suddenly, a set of gentle paws made their way up your back, reaching up to perch on your head, settling cozily on your nape. haerin couldn't contain her delight, and a let out at the sheer cuteness overloading before her. she had one of her hands on your head, sending small, sweet scratches. the other one rubbing gently under rangheo's chin. the scene was surely going to be in her gallery of memories, the picture of shared joy and the adorable bond between you, haerin, and the furry friend atop your head.

how easily haerin made you sleepy, just from the gentle touches she gave, it was better than you daydreamed about.

"i love that on you."

you point to her top,

"which one? my sweater?"

claiming it's hers and she's wearing your clothes again.

"huh, really... my sweater? or yours?"

🌸 — hyein

the hallways looked like the aftermath of a fashion hurricane! there were paper bags from famous clothing stores, a pastel pink beanie doing its best to blend in with the chaos, a random brown fur coat hanging off a doorknob, and the missing pair of purple socks in the middle of the floor. no doubt about it – hyein had turned the place into her very own fashion runway.

sure, you'll do her a favor and clean her mess but has to be repaid by hugs and kisses. hyein may forget about her own mess, but she does things for you willingly and without asking. once you're done tidying around, you change into your cozy house clothes and have a fun time cuddling with your girlfriend.

as you entered, relief washed over you at the sight of the living room, neat and tidy, it's pleasing to the eyes. however, a sudden click of a camera shutter broke your moment of silence, drawing your attention to the source. there she was, sitting gracefully on the couch, looking all gorgeous, capturing multiple pictures in various poses.

you couldn't help but assume that this unplanned photoshoot was destined for her phone gallery. curiosity sparked, and you wondered you wonder if she did the same with the tons of clothes all folded neatly at the edge of the sofa.

"oh, you're home! sorry for the mess in the hallway, i'll clean-"

"don't bother, i already cleaned them for you."

setting aside her phone, she created a space for you to lie down beside her. without hesitation, you accepted the invitation, sighing in contentment as you lay your head on her chest.

"tired?"

"very much."

arms wrapped around you in an instant, showering soft kisses across your face, exactly what you were yearning for earlier. maybe cleaning up her mess wasn't such a chore after all if the reward was this. aside from that thought, you found yourself blessed with daily affection from her, and you cherished every single gesture.

"any more plans for today?"

asked her, you shook your head no, you were too tired to think or do something.

"great! i just have one more request, and i'm dying to tell you."

you were getting sleepy at that very moment, well oh well, maybe you can make an exception, you hummed for her to continue.

"since you're here, let's take photos together! i've been wanting to try this sweater for soooo long."

she raised the familiar fabric, and it was yours.

"that's mine."

"nuh uh, found it in my closet."

"whatever, so is it still my sweater? or yours?"

◖ 💌 ° ☏ — you've reached the end! hi's and hello's once again, i hope you had a fun time reading! i enjoyed working on this, i can finally voice out my thoughts about the girls 😭 totally went crazy on danielle's, i love newjeans so muchjksjdjjdy

#kpop #new jeans #new jeans x reader #minji x reader #hanni x reader #danielle x reader #haerin x reader #hyein x reader #◖ 🕢 ° ✆ — call@7:30 fluff #◖ 🕞 ° ✆ — call@3:30 hc

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crowisinthetrash · 1 year

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what would you do if i was just sitting inside your wardrobe?

#idk i am bored lmfao #crow mumbles💬

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yoshkeii · 9 months

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do people write for star rail? because i might to at least get back into writing.

#mumbles;- 💬

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bakuslove · 10 months

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IT’S IN THE LITTLE THINGS

﹒ॱ˖ 🖇️ FEATURING. pro hero!bakugo x feminine!reader

﹒ॱ˖ ☆ CONTENT. fluff, sfw, established relationship, pro hero!bakugo, no pronouns are used for the reader but they’re written to be feminine WC. 825

﹒ॱ˖ 💬 SYNOPSIS. Katsuki never needed words to tell you how much you mean to him.

Katsuki doesn’t say ‘I love you’ often.

In fact, those three little words never leave his mouth during the first few months, almost a year actually, that you’re together. No matter how much he wants to say them, he finds it impossible for them to slip off the tip of his tongue.

He gets red in the face at the mere thought of how difficult it is to tell you the very thing you’ve said to him to months now and he’s convinced there’s something wrong with him.

He’s been a pro hero for years now, facing some of the world’s most terrifying villains on the daily, but you... you still make his hands sweat like he’s some sort of stupid middle schooler too afraid to confess to his crush. Except now you’re his girlfriend. Of nearly a year. The hard part should be over now. Yet he’s stuck trying to say the words he wishes he could say from day one.

But his inability to speak his mind around you doesn’t seem to bother you nearly as much, and that’s because you were able to witness the things he did for you and only you.

Katsuki never needed to say ‘I love you’. Even if the moment called for it, even if the words scrapped against the inside of his ribs and clawed up his throat, even if they danced on the tip of his tongue when you looked at him like that, Katsuki never needed words to tell you how much you mean to him.

Every word he ever needed to tell you was in the little things. The little things he did for you without you needing to raise a finger or bat an eye or part your pretty lips to ask.

From the very start, he found ways to work you into his schedule. From waking up just five minutes earlier than you so he could make your coffee just the way you like it to sorting your laundry by colors, whites, and delicates just like he does with his own. From making you an extra portion at dinner even if he wasn’t sure you were coming over to buying you your favorite fruits to keep as a snack at his place when you started visiting more often.

It may have taken Katsuki almost a year of having you in his life for him to say those three little words, but you knew he loved you before they were spoken. You knew from the way his hand would find the small of your back in crowded spaces and from how he’d always make sure to pick up when you call no matter what he was in the middle of doing.

Katsuki’s love for you was nestled in the corners and crooks of the littlest things he did for you.

“Did you buy these?” you ask over your shoulder just loud enough to trump the sound of running water.

“Why the hell else would I have strawberry scented shit in my shower?” Katsuki mumbles, arms crossing over his chest as he leans against the doorway, watching as you undress for your shower.

“Aw, don’t tell me you like me or something~” you tease, flashing him a smile before disappearing behind the shower curtain.

But it still isn't even the bottles of body wash or separate bar of soap -that you’re certain he bought for you but seems to be getting enough milage for you to suspect that he must be using it too- that proves his affection for you.

It happens after your shower when you’re getting ready for bed, applying that lotion that makes him crazy all while wearing that Dynamight t-shirt he gifted you for when you spend your nights with him. It happens when you let you a gentle sigh, leaning your head on his chest as his hands grip your thighs and pull them over his lap. His course palms are rough against the silky smooth plush of your thighs and your hair smells so, so heavenly, the words just slip from his mouth.

“I love you,” he breaths, eyes glued to where his other hand now caresses your own, the scarred pad of his thumb ghosting over your knuckles.

But you don’t squeal, you don’t laugh, you don’t cry, you don’t even get angry at him for taking so long. You don’t react in any of the ways he imagined you’d react in the hundreds of times he played out this scenario in his head before. Instead, you smile at him, soft and sweet like you always do, your pretty eyes shining in the dim lighting of his bedroom, and you press a lingering kiss to the stubble on his cheek

“I love you too, Katsuki.”

Even after he finally let himself say the words he’s been meaning to say for so long, he never stopped telling you just how much he loved you. Not only with words, but in all the little things he does for you each and every day.

#bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x fem!reader #bakugo x f!reader #bakugou x fem!reader #bakugo imagine #bakugou imagine

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rebelwrites · 2 years

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I Will Never Stop Loving You || Part Two

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Both broken and in pain can one phone call provide Charles with the glimpse of he desperately needs

Part one

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️

Never in a million years did you expect to be back in your childhood bedroom, hiding yourself from the world but here you were.

For the last three days you refused to eat, you only left the safety of your room to use the bathroom. The time was spent crying, trying to force yourself to sleep but it never came and smoking out of your bedroom window. You knew it wasn’t healthy for you but you didn’t care.

Nothing and no one could replace Charles and that’s what scared you the most. Your hand felt wrong without your engagement ring, everything felt wrong.

Propping yourself against the headboard you took a breath before turning your phone back on, the moment it booted up the string of notification sounds filled the room. Unlocking the phone you started on your missed calls.

CharlieBear 🐻❤️:

49 missed calls

30 new voicemails

P.G

12 missed calls

3 new voicemails

C.S

10 missed calls

4 new voicemails

Clearing the missed call notifications you looked at the little red number next to your messages.

79 new messages

Taking a deep breath you clicked onto the app scrolling through all the messages from your friends, all concerned about your sudden disappearance. You quickly fired off a couple of texts to Pierre seeing how the three little dots started dancing around the bottom of the screen

P.G

📲 Merci putain tu es vivant Thank fuck you are alive

💬 Vivant mais survivant à peine 😢 Alive but barely surviving don’t worry about me P, I need time. Time away from everything.

📲 What happened? I’ve never seen Charles so broken. Can you at least tell me where you are?

💬 I flew home.

📲 Oh shit, here if you need to talk 🥰

Swiping off the conversation you read all the other messages from everyone else but Charles, you just closed the app pretending they didn’t exist just like you had done with the voicemails. You couldn’t bear to hear or read them.

The soft knock on your door caused you to toss your phone onto the bed, watching as your older sister appeared with your niece on her hip.

“What’s going on bug?” She asked, her expression soft but full of concern.

“Don’t wanna talk,” you hummed, fiddling with the sleeves of Charles’ hoodie, something you refused to take off.

“This isn’t good for you, bottling everything up.” She whispered as your niece climbed across the bed for a cuddle.

“Hmm,” you mumbled, watching your phone screen light up with Charles' face as he tried to call you again.

“It’s Uncle Char,” your niece grinned pointing at the phone.

Before you had a chance to move the phone Lucy had swiped it answering the call.

“Hi Uncle Char” She beamed, making you want the world to swallow you up. The moment she put the call on speakerphone you once again had to fight back tears as you heard his voice. “Why aren’t you here with Auntie Y/N?” She asked innocently.

“I’m busy with work.” He sighed, the pain in his voice was obvious to you but not to your niece. “Is your Auntie there?”

“She’s right next to me, you are on speakerphone.” She smiled, leaning against your chest.

Running your hand over your face you shot your sister a pleading look hoping she took over the situation. Luckily she got the message from Lucy. “Go find pops, Luce,” she smiled softly at her daughter.

Soon enough Lucy had disappeared leaving the room in silence but no matter what you couldn’t tear your gaze from the phone.

“Look Charles,” Dena sighed, running her hand across her face. “I don’t know what’s happened between you and my sister but she doesn’t want to talk to you right now.”

“Dena, please.” He whimpered, his voice cracking as he spoke, causing tears to roll down your cheeks.

“I can’t force her to do something she doesn’t want to do.” She said softly, her heart breaking at the pair of you.

“Just tell her I’m sorry please,” he cried, “just tell her I will never stop trying to make this up to her, I can’t live without her.”

“I will do Charles.” Dena said. “Look just give her some time and space and whatever has happened between the pair of you will work itself out. You two are destined to be together.”

“Take care of her D.” He whispered before the line went dead.

As soon as the phone was back on the bed you broke down in your older sister's arms. She didn’t say anything as she ran her hand across your back trying to sooth you.

Eventually your sobs subsided, as you roughly wiped your eyes with the sleeves of the hoodie.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, reaching for your packet of cigarettes before standing up off the bed pulling the hoodie over the pyjama shorts.

You needed to get out of the room, the four walls felt like they were starting to close in on you and you couldn’t take it any more.

The sunglasses on his face hid just how bad things had gotten. He was hardly sleeping, he was forcing food down him when he didn’t want to eat. He just wanted to hide from the world, not race. The last week had been the worst week of his life.

News of what had happened was now spreading like wildfire tearing through the F1 world, every interview he had everyone always asked him about you, where it went wrong.

“What’s your thoughts on today's race?”

“Fucking shit!” Charles snapped, causing silence to fall around him. “At this point what’s the point? Because I sure as hell don’t see any reason in continuing this season.”

Everyone was shocked at Charles' outburst, Pierre quickly jumped into the situation guiding his friend away from the cameras and back into the alpha tauri motorhome as it was closer.

The moment the door was closed it was like the floodgates opened, Charles couldn’t stop the tears from falling. His world was falling apart around him, he knew you meant the world to him but he didn’t quite understand until now that you were the centre of his world. Nothing went right without you.

“J'ai merdé. je ne sais plus quoi faire. I fucked up. I don't know what to do anymore.” Charles sobbed, hiding his head in his hands. “I feel like I’m fucking drowning, I’d do anything to get her back, I’d give up everything if it meant I got her back.”

“Je vais vous donner mon avis honnête parce que je vous aime tous les deux. I'm going to give you my honest opinion because I love both of you.” Pierre said, planting his hand on Charles’ back. “You have a long road ahead, the reason you got to this point was because of the championship, you shut her out.”

“I know, and I hate myself for it.” Charles cried. “What do I do?”

Pierre sighed, he had never seen his friend like this and it was breaking his heart. He had been in contact with you over the last week just checking in and things weren’t much better on your side. He had a couple of late night calls from you in floods of tears.

“I know it’s going to be hard but I think you need to take a step back. Y/N would want you to finish the season, do the best you can and go from there. There’s only 6 more races left of the season.”

Charles sighed, knowing he best friend was right but he couldn’t last that long. Two months was far too long. “Je ne peux pas attendre aussi longtemps, je suis tellement perdu sans elle. I can't wait that long, I'm so fucking lost without her.” He sobbed.

“Mec, elle a dit qu'elle avait besoin de temps donc tu dois lui en donner. C'est quelque chose que tu ne peux pas forcer. Mate, she said she needs time so you gotta give it her. It's something you can't force.” Pierre said softly.

Charles roughly wiped his eyes before pushing himself to his feet, silently saying bye to his friend. He needed to be alone, he needed to get away from the cameras and prying eyes. There was a two week break before the next race and Charles didn’t plan on showing his face to the world. He already had flights booked for Monaco.

Within the next couple of hours he had landed in Monaco, dumping his case in the hallway of his home. Checking his phone for the millionth time, sighing heavily when there were no new notifications from the person he wanted to hear from the most.

Tossing the phone onto the counter he sulked into his room grabbing the other suitcase tossing the clothes he needed into it. After a quick run around making sure he had everything he needed he shut the light off letting the bedroom fall into darkness.

He was only in his home for around half an hour before he swiped his phone off the counter along with his car keys leaving the home you shared. There was no way he could stay here without you, it just wasn't the same, there were too many memories buried in the walls. So he was heading to the one place he would be welcomed with open arms. He was going to stay with his Mum for the two week break.

The journey was only short but it felt like a lifetime for Charles. As he pulled into the drive he shut the engine off, taking a couple of deep breaths whilst he gripped the steering wheel trying to compose himself before he entered his childhood home.

Once he had dragged himself out of the car he slowly walked up to the front door. He didn’t get a chance to knock before the door flung open and his mother was standing in the opening.

Her soft expression broke down Charles’ resolve as he hugged his mum. The feeling of her comfort completely broke him down to tears, cries turned into sobs, his body shaking violently as his knees started giving out on him. Slowly Pascale lowered him to the floor, wrapping her arms around her son tightly. He had already told her what had happened and she had since been speaking to your parents as they were close friends.

“Mon doux garçon. My sweet boy.” She hummed, running her fingers through his dark hair, just like she did when he was a young boy. “Les choses vont bien se passer. Vous sortirez tous les deux de cette tempête plus forts que jamais. Things are going to be okay. You will both come out of this storm stronger than ever.”

“Je noie maman, sans bouée de sauvetage. I'm drowning mum, with no lifeline.” He sobbed clutching her cardigan. “I fucked everything up because I was blinded by the championship. I’m just so lost without her.”

Pascale blinked back tears at the state her son was in, she knew how much he loved you. The pair of them sat on the hallway floor until Charles had controlled his breathing and sobs.

Guiding her son into the kitchen she sat him down at the table, before pottering around the kitchen making them both some tea.

The sound of his phone vibrating against the wooden table was the only sound that filled the room. Charles starred in disbelief as he saw your name flash up on his phone. Quickly he wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand as he felt his heart starting to race.

Wifey ❤️🌎

📲 Can we FaceTime?

Rushing to unlock his phone, he couldn’t believe that you wanted to FaceTime him. Fumbling with his phone he hit the little camera next to your name, setting his phone against the vase in the centre of the table.

The longer it continued to ring the more he started worrying. Did you mean to text him? Did you change your mind? His mind was running a million miles an hour, rubbing his hands down his thighs he hated this feeling.

He breathed a breath of relief as your face appeared on the screen but it also shattered his heart even more. Your hair was scraped back, your eyes were red and puffy, there wasn’t the sparkle in them anymore. It was obvious to him that you weren’t sleeping and he hated himself that he was the reason to start smoking again especially when he knew how hard it was for you to quit.

“Hi,” he said softly, running his hand over his face. “This was a surprise.”

“I’m sorry.” You sighed, taking a long drag of the cigarette.

“Don’t be, Ma chéri.” Charles said, smiling weakly. “C'est bon de t'entendre. It’s good hearing from you.”

“Auntie Y/N, is that Uncle Char?.” Lucy’s voice appeared, making Charles smile.

“Yes baby it is.” You nodded, “I told you he would call, even when he is working he always finds time for your birthday.”

Charles sighed once again, running his hand across his face. How could he forget his niece’s birthday? With everything going on it just slipped his mind. This explained the reason for the contact, it was for Lucy and not you. Once again he felt the familiar pain in his chest but quickly put on a smile as Lucy took the phone from you.

“Joyeux anniversaire, ma princesse. Happy birthday, my princess.” He smiled, leaning closer to the camera as Lucy flashed him a toothy grin. “Did you make a birthday wish?”

“Of course I did silly.” She giggled.

“What did you wish for?” Charles asked, knowing that Lucy couldn’t keep quiet. “I bet it was a pony.”

“Nope”

“A monkey?”

“Nope”

“A F1 car?”

“Wrong again.”

“Oh I know, a unicorn?”

“Nope.”

“Okay I have no clue, what did you wish for sweetheart.”

“I wished for Auntie Y/N to be happy again and for you to be with her.”

It was like the air had been punched from him, he was completely blindsided by a seven year old.

“I overheard mummy and Pops talking and they said you and Auntie Y/N aren’t together anymore.” Her little pout was enough to cause the Monégasque to tear up again.

“Me and Auntie Y/N are taking a little break at the moment darling.” Charles sighed, trying not to break down in front of his niece. Before she could respond her friends were calling her. “Go, go enjoy your party.” Charles smiled.

“I love you Uncle Char.” She grinned, blowing him a kiss.

“I love you too, my little Princess.”

The phone was quickly passed around and your face popped back on the screen. An awkward silence fell across the pair of you, neither of you not knowing what to say, but not wanting to end the call.

“I saw the race.” You said quietly, looking down at something.

“You did?” Charles asked, he was surprised with your confession.

“I did,” you sighed, running your hand over your face. “What happened?”

“My head and heart wasn’t in it,” he whispered, trying his hardest to hold back the tears but one managed to slip, rolling down his cheek. “Do you think we will get back to how we were before this season started?” He blurted out, he knew it wasn’t an easy question but one he needed to know the answer to.

You fell silent as you mulled over his question, his heart was pounding against his chest not knowing what your answer was going to be.

“I don’t know, I hope so.” You said quietly, refusing to make eye contact with him, so you didn’t see the small smile appear on his lips. “I just need some time Charles, we need some time.”

“Prenez tout le temps dont vous avez besoin. Take as much time as you need.” Charles hummed. “Ne m'abandonne pas chérie. Parce que je suis sûr que je ne vais pas abandonner sur vous, sur nous. Just don't give up on me darling. Because I'm sure as hell not going to give up on you, on us.”

He watched you wipe a tear from your cheek, he wanted nothing more than to take you in his arms, holding you until the sun came up.

“Je ne le ferai pas, je te le promets. Mais tu dois aussi me promettre quelque chose, mon Charliebear. I won't I promise. But you have to promise me something as well, my Charliebear.” You breathed finally looking up at the camera.

“Anything.” Charles smiled. His heart skipped a beat hearing the nickname you had for him.

“Promise me that you won’t throw the season away because of what’s going on with us.” You whispered, wiping away some more tears. “I don’t want you ruining your career because of this.” Even though the reason everything was happening was because of the championship you still didn’t want him throwing anything down the drain. “I know there are only 6 races left of the season. Throw your heart into, be the driver that I fell in love with all them years ago. Use your emotions as the fire you need to find yourself on the track again. And once the season is over we can go from there, taking baby steps.”

Your words had reduced him to tears, hiding his eyes from the camera he regained his composure before speaking again.

“I will, for you, for us.” He smiled softly. “Promise you will watch every race.”

“Je promets. I promise.”

“Prends soin de toi mon amour, souviens-toi toujours que je ne cesserai jamais de t'aimer ou de me battre pour nous. Take care my love, always remember I will never stop loving you or fighting for us.”

A small smile tugged on your lips as you ended the call. Charles leant back in the seat letting out a shaky breath, a smile of his own forming as for the first time since his world started crumbling around him he had hope.

Hope he would cling onto for dear life.

#Charles Leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc angst #charles leclerc imagine #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1

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so... bored | '02z ★

# : smut, threesome, perv!matthew and perv!taerae, kind of subby taerae ? hehe idk

warnings : none (?)

wc : 0.7k (WOAH)

💬 : this is my first time writing a threesome fic hehe. I was giggling and twirling while writing this. this was also based on an ask!!!

one day, matthew and taerae are just chilling in their dorms seconds away from dying; of boredom. matthew looks at taerae, whose been scrolling on his phone for hours, aswell as matthew.

an idea pops into his head. its not necessarily an idea since it happens so often, but he speaks up to tell his good friend nonetheless.

"taerae~" — "what now?" he sighs, hinting that he can already sense the mischief matthews up to. matthew chuckles "im.. super bored". taerae sets down his phone and sighs again as he slouches into their shared couch. "me too, do you wanna do something?" he asks the boy beside him, shifting his place to face matthews grinning face.

"lets call yn." matthew declares in a stern voice. "oh, youre that bored?" — "so.. bored, taerae". I think we can all tell what bored means by now.

"well, i guess we could..." taerae mumbles, faster than he thought he would. matthew grabs his phone and immediately dials your number.

you pause the show your watching to pick up another call from yet again, matthew.

"hello?" — "yn~.. me and taerae are so... bored. could you come over? lets hangout."

"matthew, i came over a few nights ago. and the night before, and the night before that! are you sure the others are okay with this? I cant keep going back and forth from my house everyday."

you exclaim, worried if your intruding the other boys space by coming over so much. you tried to lessen the habit but you just couldnt say no to matthews sweet whiny voice.

"they dont mind yn! besides, we can be as loud as we want. I mean, you can stay for as long as you want. hanbin took the rest to his moms place so its just me, taerae, and you. just the three of us." he reassured you. in a soft, persuading voice. hell, even taerae was getting hard because of matthews words.

"i.. okay.. I'll be there in 10." you hang up the phone quickly as you get ready to see your best friends for the fourth time this week.

matthew puts his phone away, noticing taeraes growing hard on in the corner of his eye. "holy shit, are you hard already?" he laughs in utter disbelief whilst taerae throws a cushion at the other boy, covering his face with his shirt. (Imagine his abs holy fuck).

"I cant hold it in anymore, i really need to fuck her." taerae admits shyly. a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.

a few 20 or 30 minutes later matthew sprints from the living room, rushing to open the door. the door swings open to a very excited matthew. "what took you so long?" he asked, worried.

"there was a lot of traffic on the way, anyway, let me in please?" you tease. "oh, right." you step inside the apartment, hearing a slight ruffling noise coming from the next room.

"where's taerae?" — "huh, i dont know, he's been in our room ever since i left.." matthew replies innocently, knowing damn well what taerae is doing in their shared bedroom.

you and matthew walk over to the bedroom door and twist the knob open slowly. revealing taerae with his right hand sliding up and down his dick while the other is covering his mouth to supress the dirty words he want to say to you.

you gasp, covering your eyes with your hands subconsciously.

matthew puts his hands over yours and gently removes them from your face, then snaking his arms around your waist. "oh come on. dont you wanna watch, sweetheart?" he whispers softly into your ear. shivers were sent down your spine as his voice rung inside your ears.

taerae stops hesitantly, sitting up so you can see him better. precum dripping from his tip, twitching so shyly. he starts tearing up, needing your touch. "help him baby, help me. we need you so.. so badly." matthew whispers, just loud enough for you to hear. before you knew it he pushed you onto the bed beside taerae and started kissing you everywhere.

"matthew I- mmffph" you try protesting but its no use, youre already too far into their trap. lust takes over your soul as matthews tongue roams around your cute little mouth.

your hands run through his hair as taerae stares for a bit before slowly stroking himself once again. you could already feel your core aching for more.

this was gonna be a long night for the three of you.

#HEJEHWH #should i make a part 2 #i rlly want to #but i wanna ask u guys first #z and ; zb1 #z and ; smut #zerobaseone smut #zb1 smut #zb1 hard hours #matthew smut #seok matthew smut #taerae smut #kim taerae smut #👉🏻👈🏻

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