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[theoverboardgaygirl]

me tryna sleep be like:

[lilirari]

𐙚 ⋆୨୧˚ KING OF MY HEART ⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡

𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. summary : charles' girlfriend releases an album full of love songs to commemorate his special day.

𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. pairing : charles leclerc x fem! singer! reader

𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. faceclaim : cho miyeon of (g)i-dle

𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. author's note : ahhh this is my first f1 related work + smau !! happy birthday to charles my beloved ❤️‍🩹 he deserves all the love & happiness in this world T_T making this made me realise that i don't know much western celebs with suitable fcs for smaus like this 😭 please do comment some western fcs so that i can use them in my next smaus ! anyways it's a little rushed honestly but i hope you'll enjoy it <3

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yourinstagram summertime happiness 🤍🫧

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charles_leclerc my pretty girl ❤️‍🩹

yourinstagram i love you baby <3

charles_leclerc i love you more, mon amour

yourinstagram i love you most !!

landonorris ew get a room 🙄

charles_leclerc you're just jealous because you're still single and you got no rizz

landonorris I HAVE RIZZ

yourinstagram LMAOOOOO ok sure pinocchio 🤥

landonorris you guys are BULLIES

yncharles4ever omg my parents !!! they look so good 😭😭

pinkyn the hair, the fit, the smile.. everything about yn >>>>

luvleclerc CHARLES' DIMPLES 🥹🥹🥹

ynlover127 HELPPPP NOT Y/N AND CHARLES GANGING UP ON LANDO AND HIS NO RIZZ AGENDA

motheryn they're right though.. he doesn't have rizz 😭

landonorris HEY I DO HAVE RIZZ !!!!

danielricciardo sure mate.. you keep telling yourself that

landonorris I THOUGHT YOU WERE ON MY SIDE DANNY

danielricciardo i AM on your side.. it's just that charles, y/n and all the others are right

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landonorris i hate it here you're all bullies

yourinstagram we love you too lando 🫶

landonorris 🚶🏻‍♂️

mlnmarta the most gorgeous girl ever !!!

carla.brocker my sister 🥺💗

leclerc_pascale je t'aime, ma belle-fille ❤️

yourinstagram je t'aime maman 🩷

lorenzotl ❤️

arthur_leclerc je me suis bien amusé, belle-sœur ☺️

yourinstagram aww, i had fun too, thur ! 🥹🤍

cl16supremacy he called her sister-in-law !!! this is not a drill !! i repeat this is not a drill !!!!

httpsyn i love how y/n is so close with all the members of the leclerc family and not just charles :( <3

arthlercluvr "belle-sœur ", " ma belle-fille ", " my sister ".. she's definitely a part of the family now

teamoyn y/n i love you and i'm happy that you're spending time with your loved ones but when are you going to come back ? 😭

iheartyn the lack of y/n content (music wise) is killing me

ynisqueen the y/n drought will end soon stay strong my brothers and sisters

ynsglasses i wish i had a positive mindset like you 😭

ynisqueen TRUST ME SHE'LL BE BACK SOON !!! i can sense it

ynsglasses i hope you're right 😞🤞

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yourinstagram my new album 'reputation' will be out on october 16th ! this is by far my best album yet and i'm honestly so proud of the songwriting i've done for this ! i can't wait to share it with you all <3 you can pre-order it now on my site ! special thanks to taylorswift for directing the music video and guiding me throughout the whole journey of making this album happen 🤍🖤

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charles_leclerc my stargirl !!! ☆

charles_leclerc wait oct 16... it's releasing on my birthday ???

yourinstagram yes 🤭

charles_leclerc judging by the aesthetics of these photos, your story update and seeing all the fan theories on x... i didn't do anything wrong, did i ? you're not going to break up with me through this album, are you ?

yourinstagram HELP CHARLES NO YOU DIDN'T AND NO I'M NOT 😭 you could never do anything wrong in my eyes.. i love you too much :( ♡ also you really shouldn't be on x reading those theories.. i can assure you that they're like only 10% accurate or so

charles_leclerc okay, love, i trust you 🤍 i can't wait to listen to it ! i'm sure it'll be amazing !

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taylorswift i had lots of fun helping you, sweetheart ! i'm going to be streaming it on all platforms once it's out ☺️🤍

yourinstagram you're so sweet 😭😭 love you sm xx

oliviarodrigo the queen is back 🗣️🗣️🗣️

conangray BESTIE'S GOING TO EAT AND DEVOUR

lanadelrey 🤍🖤

danielricciardo album of the year

yourinstagram danny it's not even out yet 😭

danielricciardo i don't care it's the album of the year i'm already calling it

yourinstagram pleaseee i love u thanks for the support 😭🤍

yncore daniel's so real for this

stargirlyn we stan a supportive bestie

lilymhe YOU'RE SO GORGEOUS 🖤

francisca.cgomes my beloved ♡

landonorris i don't care if there's like only two months left before this year ends this album and all the songs are going to top my spotify wrap just you wait and see

yourinstagram NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT

landonorris NEVER GIVE UP RAHHH the grind is real !!!! 🗣️💪🔥

maxverstappen1 IT'S ABOUT DRIVE IT'S ABOUT POWER

oscarpiastri WE STAY HUNGRY WE DEVOUR

maxielmisser HELPPP WHAT IS WITH THIS REPLY SECTION

charlesxyn LMAOADHSHDH OSCAR ????

estiesbestie this is the funniest shit i've seen all day they're all so unhinged

goatifi wtf did fia feed the drivers today 💀

therock did someone call ?

ynnation IMCRYIGJSHDHSHD

carlando455 NOT THE ROCK APPEARING OUTTA NOWHERE GOODBYE

scuderiaferrari we'll be tuning in as well 😉

iheartyn y/n's reputation era... oh, she's so going to get back at all her exes, isn't she ?

24hrsofyn i was thinking the same thing too but she told charles that only 10% of the theories are true so...

ynarchive i think the aesthetics of this album might actually be misleading us and the songs might turn out to be so lovey dovey or 🩷🥰🧚🏻‍♀️💐🌈🍭

rosesforyn you're probably right ynarchive

leclerc_pascale impatiently waiting for the album to drop ����

ynisqueen YOOOOO WHAT DID I TELL YOU GUYS

anythingforyn never doubting you again girl

yncity next time we're on a y/n drought again, i'm coming to you

ynisqueen i feel so powerful

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charles_leclerc feeling sorry for carlos for the issue on his car today. crossed the finish line p5, it was the maximum we could've done today. by far the hardest race of my career physically... gonna sleep well tonight 😅

also big congrats to max for winning his third championship !

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yourinstagram you did so good, my darling 🥺🫶 i'm so proud of you !!

charles_leclerc merci, ma chérie ❤️‍🩹 please come to bed now.. i can't sleep without you

yourinstagram omw, baby <3

maxverstappen1 thanks mate ! you drove well today 💪

scuderiaferrari incredible effort, charles 🔥

schumisworld the third picture... i just know he's looking at y/n

leclerc_pascale repose-toi bien, mon fils 🫶

carlossainz55 ❤️

charlos.lesainz we love you charles 🥰

ferrarilover the way he's looking at y/n in the last pic.. he's so down bad fr 😭

pumamotorsport proud !! sleep well ❤️🤝

f1withamy sleep well, my goat !!!

ynsbiggestfan i need someone to look at me like the way charles looks at y/n 😞

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yourinstagram joyeux anniversaire, mon amour ❤️‍🩹 you've been by my side since day one and i can never thank you enough for everything you've done for me. i'm so proud of how far you've come and everything you've accomplished till now. i know that you'll achieve your dreams someday because you're the most determined and hardworking person i know so don't give up and just keep on trying to reach your goals, love.

and yes, the entire reputation album is my birthday gift to you. i couldn't just write a single song for you and leave it there so i went ahead and composed a whole album only for you. i hope you'll like your gift :p

i'm so glad to have met you on that one fateful day and i'm super proud to call you mine. you are my starboy, my home, the king of my heart and i will love you forever & always.

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charles_leclerc merci beaucoup, ma bien-aimée. je t'aime pour toujours 🤍

yourinstagram je t'aime, charles 🥹

landonorris you guys are so cute it's sickening 🤢

leclerc_pascale 🥰

scuderiaferrari the best couple on the paddock everyone !! we're so glad charles has such a wonderful partner like you, y/n 🫶

scuderiaferrari also reputation's been on repeat the entire day ! our queen slayed !!!

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redbullracing happy birthday charles !! and congratulations on the success of reputation, y/n ❤️🔥 our drivers have been bopping their heads to the songs all day long !

yncharles4ever MY PARENTS 😭😭 I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE

reputationyn REPUTATION IS SO FIRE, Y/N !!! U DID AMAZING WE LOVE YOU

ynshousewife the king of her heart 🥹🥹🥹

ynisaqtpie imagine getting a whole album dedicated just to you on your birthday.. charles is the luckiest man ever

conangray goals !!! <3 loved your new album, bestie 🫂🫶

mlnmarta cutest lovebirds 🫶

joris_trouche ❤️❤️

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charles_leclerc 26 👑 celebrated today with my family. thank you all for the wishes and gifts, really appreciate it 🫶

also, to my darling y/n : thank you for making my day extra special by giving me the best birthday gift ever. i will cherish you and this album forever. i adore you so much, ma chérie, my end game, the queen of my heart 😘

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yourinstagram you're too sweet, baby ☹️ ily ily ily mwah <3

leclerc_pascale je t'aime mon doux enfant 🥰

arthur_leclerc 🫶

lorenzotl ❤️🔥

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[onesidedradiostatic]

Honest to god I’m following you now, I read the whole body pillow saga, top tier content

You think Vox hacks the accounting stuff to bump up his Alastor budget?

LMAOOOOO thank you

uh honestly my brain turns itself off when it comes to anything finance related, so don't expect me to be very knowledgeable on it. but like if the budgeting works on the vees' system vox wouldn't even have to hack, he literally CONTROLS it. I guess if it was password locked or something idk. but I'm sure there's. some willing part from vox when it comes to the budget to not take money from outside that budget. cause he does care about the vees' brand enough to at least adhere to that . or else I wish the other vees luck in trying to stop vox from using the money outside of the budget for his alastor brain worms.

god I don't know why I'm trying to make sense of this when THIS ENTIRE SAGA IS CRACK

(reference to this for the alastor budget)

[brokentoys]

my prob with ttg is not that that it's a parody of a show that was actually taken seriously. but it's more so that 1) it wasn't/isn't a very funny show and 2) the writers are clearly cunts. maybe the show has gotten funnier now because it's been literal years since i last watched it, but like... everyone posts clips and is like "look how funny this show ACTUALLY is! 😂" but what ppl don't realize is that... of course a random twitter post is gonna pick the funniest scenes from the show. it's not like an episode is filled with hilarious gags. in fact, a lot of the show (esp in the early scenes) were a lot of "hits and misses" -- with sometimes it taking a few episodes before there's a hit. since i used to watch CN a lot when i was a teen, i recalled going thru many eps before getting a laugh. in fact, i remember being surprised when a joke did make me laugh. for a while, most of it was filled with very juvenile humor. sorry, but there's nothing funny about cyborg & beast boy singing a song where the only lyrics are "waffles waffles waffles" -- that's something only a very small child would find funny.

anyway -- the writers are also annoying ppl -- they make that evident in certain episodes. they've made at least 4 episodes that are "replies" to the haters / original fans of the show. (one being a special with that thundercats reboot that barely lasted lol) and LIKE. i understand maybe making one episode as a response to the hateful og fans. but... after you make more than two, it just starts feeling a bit excessive, y'know? it starts feeling as though the writers themselves have fragile egos. what's worse is that they also have the (now popular for some reason) mindset that children can't enjoy actual plot driven, serious, action filled shows. one episode critiquing og fans literally had them saying that the show can't be dark because it's for kids. like for example, raven enjoying her pony show and then when the ponies suddenly turned edgy -- she got surprised, and saying it's supposed to be for kids. even though... the original teen titans was for kids, like it could be edgy and badass and still be for kids. it's shows like teen titans go! that further cements the idea that kids can only enjoy mindless comedies, that kids are incapable of consuming any content that has deeper themes in them. one of the other eps critiquing og fans was basically them telling the og fan they have to like their new show because if they were a true fan, they'd like anything related to teen titans (lmaooooo) so it's even harder to enjoy a show when you know the writers are very petty and shallow.

just felt like talking about this 'cos i've noticed a rise in ttg defenders and whatever. and it's like, i don't care if ppl enjoy it or not. but i wanted to put out my thoughts on it, and why i just don't rly care for it... or at least the PRIMARY reasons why i never did. it does have a rly cute art style, tho.

also they made a joke at least once or twice that riddler has a crush on raven in it, so they can go fuck themselves for that one.

[becauseplot]

Hi hi hi :D

My header was gettin crowded so I figured I might as well just make an intro post lmao.

Welcome!

My name is Curly! You can call me Curly, or becauseplot, or bp, or bitchass---anything along those lines will do <3

I use he/she/they pronouns (in no particular order, go nuts) and I am not a minor!

Below the cut: interests, style of posting, tags list/system, ao3, and more! (Important bits are bolded!)

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The things I'm Normal:tm: about

QSMP remains a background interest of mine but it's still beloved. Faves are qphilza (rly just ANY philza rp characters) and qcellbit. I also love DSMP, TotK, and BotW. Sometimes I'll jumpscare you with a Sherlock Holmes post just because. (Holmes and Watson have my whole heart. They <3)

I'm also in the middle of watching Ordem Paranormal! I've watched AOP, OSNF, OPD, OPC, and am making my way through OSNI. Liz my beloved. Arthur my beloved. All of them my beloved. Watch tags are curlyaop, curlyosnf, curlyopd, curlyopc, etc.

I am nothing if not long-winded (if you couldn't already tell from the length of this lmaooooo)

I like+reblog+tag pretty much EVERYTHING. So sorry if I clutter your notifs, I just have the inexplicable urge to add Every Post to my Hoard.

I talk a lot in tags. Like, a LOT. Also, my posts have a tendency to ramble. I have thoughts and internet access and that is a very ill-advised combination <3

I do swear a lot!!! Always know that if I'm swearing I am never genuinely mad/upset I do it for the funnies and the funnies only.

#organized (not really)

I do have a tagging system but it's kinda!! Wonky!!! I'll organize it one of these days I swear. For the most part, if you want stuff (qsmp-related) I've saved on...

a specific character: "q![character]" (yes even the npcs like the eggs)

duos: "[______] duo" (or their ~special~ duo name, ex "codebreakers", "crimeboys", etc)

shipping content: the ship name lmao

clips: "qsmp clips for the soul"

funny/neat in-game/webcam screenshots: "qsmp reaction images"

I also save stuff about major arcs and special events under specific tags, so keep an eye out for these too:

"qsmp festa junina"

"qsmp spiderbit wedding"

"qsmp election event" (stuff to do with the whole election arc)

"qsmp dinner event" (the election dinner with the imposter eggs)

"egg-napping part 3" (posts to do with the egg disappearances, mainly the first few days and the black concrete)

"happy all the time" (happy pills arc)

"a dose of reality" (the end/aftermath of the happy pills arc)

"q viva mexico" (mexican independence day event)

"qsmp dia de muertos"

"qsmp purgatory"

"qsmp purg finale" (or 11/18, what we thought was a finale)

"purg 2 electric boogaloo" / "qpurgatory 2" (AWWW SHIT HERE WE GO AGAIN)

"@v@" (qforever possession stuff)

qsmp prison event

q2024 opening (YOOO HAPPY NEW YEAR)

A couple other tags!

"qmongus" (qsmp amongus lobby)

"qoutlast" (qsmp plays outlast trials)

"qtwitter” (twitter posts, usually does NOT include event updates tho)

“qsmp event updates” (HERE are the event updates!)

"twitchcon paris" (mostly stuff about qsmp cc's meeting up)

"qsmp brazil meetup"

"qsmp vegas meetup"/"twitchcon vegas"

"qsmp french alps meetup"

“streamer awards 2024”

"fruit mountain tournament" (cellbit's fruit mountain tournament!)

"qpositivity" (positive posts praising qsmp, for when the discourse and neg gets to be too much <3 )

Another random tag I have: "the dynamic of all time" - Posts that give me vibes of a character/relationship dynamic but nothing specific enough to tag it as a given character. I just think they're neat :]

COME SHOUT AT ME

YOU HEARD ME. ASKS ARE OPEN. TALK TO ME!!!

Bear in mind you might get a wall of text in response. You have been warned.

I remember my ao3 login sometimes

My ao3 is BecausePlot! I haven't been super active recently, but if you're interested in some of my stuff, here's a list of my 10 favorite works atm, from most to least recent <3

Relative (QSMP x Ordem au) (au is tagged: "TWLITFAU")

The Calm (Spiderbit fluff)

Miss Me? (f!Cell shows up at f!Felps' apartment)

Waking Up On The Wrong Side of the Bed (c!Phil in QSMP)

Insanity (q!Cellbit character study)

An.G.E.L.S. (OSMP x Antarctic Empire, Military au)

Danse Macabre (Parentsduo <3)

But You're Not Yourself (c!Phil and c!Techno raising c!Wilbur)

A Helping Hand (Phil gets adopted by a flock of crows)

Take My Hand (Retelling of the handcuff scene from BBC Sherlock: Reichenbach Fall)

Leaving a comment on the fic itself or in my askbox is the best way for me to talk to you and say thank you for reading! Let me appreciate you ya nerd!!

Other Schtuff

UHHHH I MADE AN ORDEM AU CALLED 90 SECONDS TO MIDNIGHT. YEAH. PUTTING THIS HERE :D

My pfp is from GranadaTV's Sherlock Holmes adaptation (with Jeremy Brett), specifically the episode The Greek Interpreter.

My banner is by wolfythewitch (from the Creature animatic I think?? I honestly don't remember lmao.)

My favorite color is green (if you couldn't tell), my favorite animal is horse, my favorite flower is dandelion, my favorite imagery to play with in writing is space/universe/atoms/stars/etc, I'm studying mechanical engineering and physics, I do shitty drawings on super rare occasions, and, last but not least,

If you are a dick about anything you will simply be blocked.

Peace and love on planet earth <3

If you have any questions, send an ask! I hope you enjoy your stay :Drl

[cakejerry]

I feel like jimin hates his 2014 persona first and foremost because of how he was treated and how much pressure was put on him during that era while he was still a teen and like he relates that image to the absolute dreadfulness he must have felt, and second I think that from his perspective that facade and that gimmick he had going on came off much more straight and macho than it actually did??? Like I hear him talk about that time and one would think that he was acting like dwayne the rock and that was absolutely not true he was just some twink with eyeliner lmaooooo I remember watching content from that era when I first got into bts and thinking oooh look at gay babyboy just being gay asffff not a care in the world I LOVE HIM, but then when he put down that alleged "macho" act and he lost so much of his whimsy (at least in public), maybe because he became too famous and too self-conscious for his own good, like he and army both swear on his new-found freedom but he and his clothes became gray and sad, I just know the fame and the constant scrutiny are beating his ass but he's doing the best he can to stay sane I love him so much :(((

!!! I get that he cringes at his younger self, we all do, but he actually DEVOURED the fun little cocky gay boy concept sooo much more than he will ever realize. and that FUN whimsical persona actually fit his real, aegyoful, cutie sexy lovely SMILEY self SO much more than the monster bs&t created. like, the gap WIDENED. idk how no one ever called him out on this. the "seductive", "mature", "elegant", expressionless image didn't fit him at all imo.... not until it slowly but surely took over his off-stage self as well until all that was left was a depressed alcoholic shell of a man

[toxicanonymity]

Hi! Can you please explain your tagging system? Because what in the world does #🥚 mean?

Lmaooooo dying. I'm so sorry anon, it's chaos. I'm sure #🥚 was something joelkémon-related and then i forgot to use it again. . .

I'll update this as I get more organized.

Here's one way I'm trying to be more helpful: A tag with ☠️ on the end is for content. It shouldn't have minor discussion etc. So you can filter by toxicanonymity ☠️ to see fics.

Posts tagged #speakeasy!Joel☠️ should only have my stories or major HCs (which I haven't gotten to) about him WHEREAS #Speakeasy!Joel would also have other stuff like discussion. I haven't retroactively done this for all the fics & Joels yet.

#Joelkémons normally pertains to questions about comparing them or idk the fact that they exist. And joelkémon is a term someone made up referring to this blog's different Joels (see FAQ on my header for more on that)

When there's a good bit of ask box discussion about a specific question or poll I might make a new tag so you can filter to just see those posts. Like "#VAM Poll" or "#Joelkémons 💒." Might be on the verge of making a "#joelkémon cosplay" or something like that for discussion about Pedro's outfits matching joelkémons.

#📢 is an announcement.

[paaopalpoerepr33]

I need to update my cv and resume for Chicago jobs that will hopefully be like…. Vaguely related to my work and shit. Also since academic jobs are like nonexistent I’m thinking ab building experience in grant writing/editing/publishing and I’m looking at all the postings like….. I really should be making a fucking booktok and book IG content. Not because I want to but like. Because I need to be aware of jumping ship if it comes to it lmaooooo

[batunatu]

YAYAYAYYAYA OK, let's see └⁠|⁠∵⁠|⁠┐⁠♪

Last song: Baby Blue - HALCALI (listening now as i wrote this))

Favorite colour: apple green, red, and chocomint hehehe

Last movie: Love child, is not a movie but a documentary.

Last TV show: Dandadan but honestly, fnafhs LMAOOOOO

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: Always sweet for some reason.

Relationship status: Ryan i'm going to found your (c.ai bot making me want to scratch the walls with my nails and ovulate the entire month.)

Last thing i googled: (I will go to jail for this) Is there a glasses fetish? (SORRY SO FUCKING SORRY MY FRIEND MADE A JOKE ABOUT THAT AND I HUHUHU)

Current obsession: art block is drowning me, ig its Ryan anddd, mcsm and fnafhs are always a thing, and my class of 09 au although honestly i'm losing interest in everything (ohno.)

Looking forward to: HMMM, patience and courage to start working, very anxious, I don't want to know anything. Something related to fnafhs, I guess owynn and joy content because I never have time to draw them and huhuhj, more activity in my fandoms, money to start defining my clothing style, I love shopping but I have NOTHING. (Also ofc, that my country improves its shitty economy AUGHHHH MILEI)

@mcsm-r0ckz @lilacflowersss

people i'd like to know better tag game!

tagged by @endof-vanity thank uuu ^-^

last song: ... everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears

favourite colour: green!!!! :DD

last book: last book i properly finished was the name of the rose by umberto eco :'] i have my fingers in too many others

last movie: megalopolis! it was shit <3

last tv show: nbc's hannibal in 2021 LMAO but i am watching amc's the terror. or trying to

sweet/spicy/savoury: savoury!! i would say spice if i was better at it </3

relationship status: single >.<

last thing i googled: 50bc attalus. lol. and a directory for a mall at the same time

current obsession: m...my catie,,,, self explanatory i don't have to justify myself. also monks. reading a monklove book,,,

looking forward to: going out with my friends this sunday! maybe going overseas next june! yippee :3

tagging: @quia-nominor--leo @enlitment @monksexualizer @xxmarvelouslifexx @courtjester69420 if you'd like to doooo itttt <3

[pallas-cat]

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[theoverboardgaygirl]

"how do people get addicted to tumblr?"

HERES HOW

[pistachioisland]

not to be gay but like.... nobody by mitski (2018)..... hits differently when you have spent 75+ days living alone with next to no physical contact at all and the only times you’ve left ur terrible apartment are the very few trips to the supermarket and you didn’t get to spend any time outside in nature during your favourite season and just before isolation you had the most wonderful date of your life and a really sickeningly sweet first kiss and you’re still texting her and going on virtual dates throughout your isolation and it’s wonderful but neither of you drive so you’re separated by having to take public transport to see each other and there’s still a pandemic going on and you don’t know when you’ll next meet and but this is the closest i’ve been to an actual relationship and i can’t stop thinking about kissing her and it’s finally raining outside after a week of heat and i don’t want your pity i just want somebody near me guess i’m a coward i just want to feel alright and i knOW NO ONE WILL SAVE ME - 

[spirit-of-a-kiger]

Wait, which part is you not being serious? Does this thing actually exist?! (Sorry, I'm very easily confused... ^^;)

(also I'm gonna guess that if it does exist, at least 70% of the content there is Jax-related, lmaooooo)

ME WHEN I CANT HAVE ACESS TO GOOSEWORSE

[inyoursheets]

omg that english post!!! like, same!! i even talk in english with people i know are also portuguese online. like, english is the internet and media language!! what do you mean you speak it with your loved ones at home?? and wtf do you mean you're writing fanfic, sometimes with smut, in your native language?? absolutely bonkers!! could not be me!!

[re: this post / i cannot wrap my head around all songs being in your first language all films books songs.....mainstream that is but look how massive a stream that is i don't even know how to begin to understand that and you just communicate with strangers online in your first language too!? like all the time? and all news articles memes tiktok a tumblr text posts are in your first language!? how does that work i know I'm staying something so obvious and that it's just the way it is for soooo many people but im still baffled and i genuinely think about this a lot.]

right?????? whenever i try to wrap my head around it i just sort of....need to lay down for twenty minutes bc omg how??? how does that even work????? what do you MEAN every single form of media content you consume is in your first language? what do you MEAN the language you communicate in online is your first language??? what do you mean you talk to people on the internet in the same language as you talk to anybody???? HOW DOES IT WORK

[luci-cunt]

👀

jaks;dfj hi thank you

uhmmmmm, akldsf this was upsettingly hard to pick XD, I have so many unfinished drafts that never see the light of day, but here’s a snippet I wrote for the AFtG rewrite I was doing (and still am…? Kinda…? >.@laurensarah717 I’m sorry!!) 

FYI it is Andrew going to see Proust, nothing happens, he just meets him, but it’s still uncomfy as hell. 

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It was a whole day before Andrews new Psychologist introduced himself. The nurses and staff greeted him, showed him his room–which they ever so carefully called ‘mandatory dorms’ even though they just meant cell–the cafeteria, group therapy room, and the rest of the facilities. They explained the rules, how much time he was supposed to stay, and what the treatment would entail. 

So by the time Andrew was lead to the office of the main psychologist in charge of Andrew, he’d heard quite a bit about the man. Apparently he was good at his job, and Andrew shouldn’t worry.

Because Andrew hadn’t ever heard those words before.

The door was silent as it opened, and as soon as Andrew caught a glimpse of the room his stomach started clenching. It was set up so that the man’s desk was facing him, with a chair in front of it, obviously where Andrew was supposed to sit–with his back to the door. 

The man sitting behind the desk was thin, with a tweed suit on and a pointy nose that matched his angular features. The first thing that popped into Andrew’s head when he saw him was the food critic from Ratatouille. He smiled as he saw Andrew enter, closing the folder he’d been reading from and setting it on the desk. 

“Ah, welcome, feel free to sit down–AJ?” he said, Andrew’s fists clenched and he forced them to relax, but the man’s eyes had already flicked down to them. 

“No.” Andrew said. 

“Andy then?”

“You’ll call me by my name, Andrew, or Mr. Minyard, nothing else,” Andrew said. The man’s smile widened. 

“Well, AJ, I can’t do that, see–as your main psychologist I have to build a rapport between myself and the patient, hence the nickname,” he said slowly, as though Andrew was an animal he had cornered. “For example,” the man continued, still smiling, “My name is Proust, Arthur Proust, but you can call me whatever you like, my friends–for instance–call me Arty,” he said. Andrew’s stomach bottomed out and he fought to stay in one place as he realized exactly what was happening. 

“I won’t consent to exposure therapy, I’m here for rehab, nothing else,” Andrew said, it just made Proust’s smile widen. His eyes flicked down to the folder he’d been reading, and he pulled a paper out of it. 

“I must apologize, AJ,” Proust said, sounding far from apologetic, “but you don’t have much of a choice.” He slid the paper over. It looked like the paperwork he and Bee had signed, agreeing to the rehab and the treatments–that were not exposure therapy. “See, someone happened to be very interested in your mental health, and he made a very generous donation, paying in full for the extra treatment,” Proust continued, setting another paper on top of the first and smiling up at Andrew. “He figured that while you were here, you should make the most of it.”

Andrew’s mind went numb and empty, his fingers tingling from loss of circulation and he fought to keep his breathing steady. It was another contract, with his and Bee’s signatures on it, exactly like the other, but just from scanning it Andrew knew he’d never seen that paper until this moment. 

Slowly he raised his eyes back to Proust’s, which were practically glowing. 

“Riko Moriyama sends his best wishes, AJ.”

Send me an ask and I’ll post a snippet!

[kaitsawamura]

somewhere in between

; summary

After a night of drinks with coworkers, they find out you’re a virgin. That “they” includes Daichi Sawamura, the biggest fat crush you’ve had in a long time. But an interesting turn of events tells you the feeling might be mutual and lends you an opportunity that you never would have hoped for in a million years. Will you take it?

; stats

Pairing: Coworker!Daichi Sawamura x Virgin!Reader (she/her)

Rating: M for MATURE, 18+ only minors do not interact

Content Warnings: virginity, loss of virginity, social alcohol consumption

Tags: semi-proofread because once I finished I didn't want to wait and only skimmed :crine:, friends to lovers, virgin reader, discovered pining, mutual attraction, lots of fluff, Daichi and Reader are under the influence of a couple drinks, oral (f receiving), sex with a condom, feeling completely and utterly safe with someone, it's more about that than the smut, goofy cute giggles about body parts

Word Count: 6837 (per AO3)

; links

Better Than Fiction Collab: This piece is part of a collaboration! All the other wonderful pieces written by talented authors can be found by clicking on the link.

AO3 Version

HQ Masterlist

; author’s note

Beware folks, this is really really really self-insert and self-indulgent. However, I think sprinkling in a little of my real life at the beginning of this fic is going to be relatable for a lot of people? Maybe? The theme of this collab to me, means sex that’s about more than just hot and heavy blacked-out vision, etc, etc. It’s about the safety and the knowing so I tried to play really heavy on that. This is my first Daichi fic and I’m so nervous because I love him so much and I don’t want to fuck this up lmaooooo. HE’S MY HUSBAND. ANYWAY as always, I hope y’all enjoy!

“Wait, really? You’ve never even been kissed?” You’re really regretting finally giving in to after hours drinks with your new coworkers. Well, new is a relative term. You’ve been working at the agency for about a year now. So, not new. But this feels like a new side of them that you haven’t seen before. It’s a fun side, sure, but a side that doesn’t really appeal to you all that often. And now you’re remembering why; it’s bubbling to the surface, ruining the buzz that should have you feeling warm and happy and included.

It’s not like admitting you’re a virgin bothers you; it’s something you’ve been okay with since high school. It’s something you’ve become more okay with as you’ve gotten older. Everyone lives at their own pace, right? You’re always the first to preach it because it’s true. It’s perfectly fine to have had sex by your age and perfectly fine to have not had sex by your age. But sometimes, you’re around someone who gets to that inevitable line of questioning: you’ve never been on a date?! You’ve never held someone’s hand?! You’ve never been kissed?! And in your experience, the questions are never asked with ill intent. But sometimes… sometimes they hurt.

Because they make you wonder for a split second if there’s something wrong with you. They make you wonder if you have false confidence. If you’re not desirable. Not worthy of being wanted, even if only in a physical way.

And unfortunately for you, right now is one of those instances. The heat is sitting heavy in your cheeks along with the alcohol. The sensation is not eased when you take another sip of your drink and over the rim of your glass see Daichi’s eyes on yours.

Daichi Sawamura. He’s arguably, easily, the hottest person here. At the bar. At your work. In the town, but you’re a little biased. You get to see his face five days a week. You get to see his personality in action five days a week. It’s what makes his strong chin and wide shoulders, his barrel chest and massive thighs, his deep brown eyes and genuine smile all the more attractive. He’s a workhorse because he loves what he does and he’s good at it. He’s kind and steady and reliable. Always encouraging others. You’re pretty sure he’s the glue who holds everyone together.

He was easy to befriend. The first one who welcomed you wholeheartedly to the agency. The one who made sure you understood how things worked from the filing system to the second-hand espresso machine in the lunch room that sometimes had to be restarted to be used. He’d checked in with you everyday for at least the first three weeks and when he was satisfied that you’d had the hang of things, he’d made a point of taking the same lunch break as you so you had a familiar face to hang out with. He was the only one that had remembered your birthday.

You set your glass down a little harder than you mean to as you shrug your shoulders and avert your eyes from Daichi back in Ryū’s direction. “Nope, never been kissed. It’s not that big of a deal. It’ll happen when it’s meant to happen.” He sits back into the booth, face a little incredulous.

“Isn’t that kind of a cop out? If you want something, ya gotta go for it! Take Daichi, for instance. He practically fought tooth and nail to partner with you on that last project. Something about how you two were the best suited for it. Which wasn’t exactly a lie but…” He trails off when he catches sight of Daichi glaring at him out of the corner of his eye. You feel the heat from your cheeks burst low in your belly, burst from heat into swooping butterflies. Daichi had insisted on working the project with you? It made sense but it also made sense for him to have partnered with at least two other people in the office. Ryū lets out a breath through pursed lips. “And that’s the end of the line for me, folks. I sense I’ve made some mistake. This is where I say ‘Well, look at the time! I better be going!’ and exit before I make myself look like an even bigger ass.”

Now it’s your turn to look incredulous as you glance between him and the three other people who are silent but on the verge of giggling. Your turn to look incredulous when you set your eyes back on Daichi and you can see that he’s blushing in the low light of the bar. It has your bloody running syrupy in your veins. You watch as he stands to let Ryū out and then the other three as they quickly decide they better get going too. It’s a Friday night but everyone has plans for their Saturday. You stand as well, slipping your arms into your jacket and heading to the front to pay your portion of the tab.

“Uh, mind if I cover this one?” You turn to Daichi, intent on insisting that it’s fine, you’ve got it but when you see the smile on his face, the one that says he’s sorry for the way the night turned, you offer him a small smile back and step aside as he swipes his credit card. “Hey, I’m sorry about tonight. I don’t think Ryū was trying to be a dick.” You laugh, shaking your head as the two of you walk outside. There’s a light snowfall; you mentally chide yourself for not leaving earlier. Your old car is gonna have a field day trying to start in this weather. At least you were wearing a jacket and had a blanket in the trunk in case you had to sit there for a minute.

“Oh, I know he’s not. Ryū wouldn’t hurt a fly, I know that. I just… It’s really, really okay, right? But sometimes being reminded of the fact that I’m 29 and still a virgin feels a tad defeating, ya know?” Daichi’s watching you, a soft expression on his face that you can’t place but one that makes you feel as if you’re being laid bare. It’s a feeling you normally wouldn’t like but with Daichi, you can’t help but feel safe in being known. “It’s whatever, I’m just being a baby. It’s probably the alcohol, I don’t really drink. I did have fun tonight though! I might even consider doing it again sometime.” You smirk, pulling your keys out of your bag. “Will you take an Uber?” Daichi shakes his head before stuffing his hands in his coat pocket as he walks with you to your car.

“Nah, I live within walking distance. And, uh, for the record. For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re being a baby at all.” He rubs his hand over the back of his neck; the movement has his scent wafting to you through the cold air, faintly musky and smelling of expensive cologne. You have to stop yourself from leaning in to catch a bigger pull of it. Another thing about him that puts you at ease.

“Thanks, Daichi. You’re really sweet. I better get going.” You feel something pulling at the inside of you, something near panic but a good kind of panic like you’re about to skydive. You turn back to him and grab his hand. It’s warm and large and when he doesn’t pull away, it gives you more confidence to keep going. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad you insisted on working on the last project with me.” You look up at him, feeling the snowflakes catching fluffy on your eyelids as your breath comes out in a small puff. He grins and it’s like there’s a 1000 watt light bulb standing right in front of you. When Daichi smiles, he smiles with his whole face, all the way through to his dimples and squinted eyes. It makes your heart pound and your chest fill with a balloon fit to burst.

“Hey, I know you’ve talked before about how much you like breakfast. There’s a new little place nearby if you want to try it out sometime. I’ve been meaning to check it out for a while.” You haven’t dropped his hand and he hasn’t moved away and all of a sudden you can’t quite feel the cold as acutely as you had just a moment before. You nod and back up a couple steps towards your car.

“You free tomorrow?” The snow starts coming down harder when he nods. He stands there, snow dusting his dark brown hair and you have to suppress another urge, this time to brush it from his head. “Daichi, you wanna a ride to your place?” You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up from your throat as he dashes to the passenger side of your car and you both hop in. You put your keys in the ignition and crank. Your car sputters, revs, but stays off. You feel your stomach drop. Please. You turn the key again, same thing. “Shit. Um. What time is it?” Daichi glances at his phone.

“12:45. I’m guessing there’s not gonna be any towing companies open. Does this happen a lot?” He’s looking at you with concern; you know it’s not pity but it still curdles in your stomach the same way.

“I mean. Yeah. It’s an old car. I’m sorry, I guess I can’t give you a ride home. I’ll have to call my sister to give me a ride to my place. Hopefully she’s awake. I might have to take a rain check for tomorwoow too… What?” You hadn’t noticed until just now how much room he was taking up in your car but now you’re looking at Daichi and how he’s watching you mumble to yourself and how his broad shoulders cover the expanse of your passenger seat. You can’t put a finger on the expression on his face but his lips are softly parted and he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing he can see at that moment.

“Sorry, it’s nothing. Just a trick of the light. Look, I don’t want to be too forward but my apartment’s a ten minute walk from here. My couch has a foldout bed that’s not too bad. We could call a tow truck after breakfast tomorrow.” You don’t realize how far he’s leaned in your direction until he’s leaning back, intentionally giving you space, you think. “But it’s entirely up to you. I can wait here until your sister picks you up if you’d rather still call her.”

You sit back too and stare out your windshield. The steam from your combined breaths is already creating fog on the glass. There’s a thumping deep in your chest that you really want to ignore but you can’t. The combination of this and the way your stomach is flipping wildly in your abdomen is making you queasy. You really, really want to say yes to his apartment. But in light of tonight’s conversation, nerves are making it a little harder for you to say yes. God, you really want to say yes.

“I mean… if it’s not too much trouble that would be great. I really don’t want to impose though, I can totally call my sister!” Again he’s watching you; you can feel your words coming out faster and your voice pitching upwards. You’re a little too used to not wanting to be an imposition and he knows it, can see it written as plain as day across your face. He reaches across to you, places a stilling hand on your arm.

“Who taught you that accepting an offer is an imposition? I wanna have a little chat with them.” His words catch you off guard and eyes are intense in the small space of your car. But they soften around the edges the longer you’re silent, stunned into it. He clears his throat and smiles then. “It’s no trouble at all, seriously. Do you have a paper and pen? We can leave a note on the dash in case people are wondering about it before we get down here in the morning.” You nod, running his words over in your head as you dig through your bag. All you have is your notebook so you tear a page from the back and write a quick “too late for towing, will be back first thing in the morning” with your number looped across the bottom.

Daichi takes it from you, his fingers brushing your hand as he takes the paper. “I’ll stick it under the wiper and then we can start walking?”

“Sounds good.” Your head spins a little as you get out of your car and lock it. You’re going home with Daichi. There’s no preordained rule that says you have to sleep with him but even going back to his place now that there’s something out in the open between the two of you has notes from a song you didn’t know existed ringing clean and tripping bright in your blood. Everything suddenly seems hazy and in focus all at once as if something thicker than blood ran through your veins.

When he meets you on the sidewalk and walks close to you, that feeling doesn’t go away. When snow starts catching in your hair and his, and you can feel time moving more slowly in this weird liminal space, that feeling doesn’t go away. When he points out an apartment window a few stories up as you walk where you can see the residents already have their Christmas tree up, that feeling doesn’t go away. It definitely doesn’t go away when you slip a little on some ice and Daichi grabs you before you fall and instead of letting go, you end up holding on to him for dear life. The feeling doesn’t go away when you blink and you’re at his apartment, a little brownstone complex, and he guides you through his door with a hand at the small of your back.

The lights bloom on gradually when he flips the switch by the front door, bathing everything in a low warm glow. You feel sleep heavy in your limbs but something else buzzes behind your eyes when Daichi trails behind you into his living room. A big leather couch with throw blankets; a huge coffee table with wood legs and an inlaid glass top. There’s a couple of large books on it and a couple paperbacks too. Some coasters. A string of lights up over the glass doors leading to a small balcony outside. A darkened hallway with pictures you can’t make out on the wall. His kitchen tucked into the corner on your right. It smells like cinnamon.

You turn to him, a grin large on your face. “Are those cinnamon pine cones I smell?” Somehow you are both surprised and not at the same time. Surprised because Daichi is so different from a lot of people you’ve met, guys in particular. You’re also not surprised for the exact same reason, because it is Daichi. He’s chuckling from where he’s standing at the fridge. He hands you a cold bottle of water that you gulp down immediately.

“There was a stand selling them at the corner the other day. They smelled good, okay?” He’s laughing some more as he finishes his own water and makes his way to the coffee table. You pretend to be looking at some pictures on the wall but really you’re watching him pull the table away from the couch and the way his whole body works together while he does. This is dangerous, you realize. Not in a bad way but in a way that nearly knocks the breath from your lungs. You have a huge crush on your coworker and everything about how this night is going is not helping.

“Daichi, I hate to bother you for anything else but can you direct me to the restroom?” Maybe splashing some water on your face, washing the makeup off will help the buzzing in your head. He sends you down the hallway while he ducks in his room. The small space is no less tidy than the rest of the apartment; the same wood floor, a plush rug, white countertops and a spotless mirror. You glance through the couple bottles displayed neatly next to the sink, look at what toothpaste he uses, what face wash and moisturizer. It feels strange to be learning all these things about him. Strange and somehow right. You do splash some water on your face and it does help you feel a little better until the feeling of a somewhat clean face makes you realize that the rest of you still has the day’s grime settled on your clothes and skin. It’s fine; you’ve gone a night without your full shower routine before. This won’t be any different.

“Hey, if you wanna take a shower that’s totally fine with me!” Daichi’s voice rumbles from the other side of the door but you can hear the pause so you open it; he’s standing there holding a big old shirt and long pajama pants with red checkers. You push the thought away that they’re some other girl’s but you realize maybe you didn’t hide the thought so well because something dawns on his face as he quickly adds “Oh! They’re my little sister’s! They’re clean, I just thought maybe you wouldn’t want to sleep in jeans. She left them here by accident the last time she visited and I think they’ll be comfortable.”

“What about your shower?” He shrugs, explains he took one that morning. You thank him and once you find the extra towels he’s told you are in the cupboard above the toilet, you get in and thank your lucky stars. You didn’t glance at your phone to see the time but you knew it had to be going on 1:30 by now. Thank god it’s a Saturday. It would have been killer for you both to have to be at work by 8 if it had been a weekday.

The warm water helps you feel a lot more human as does the fact that Daichi has a trustworthy face wash in the shower. When you step out and dry off, put the pajamas on that smell faintly of a floral perfume, you’re pretty sure you might fall asleep on the spot. But you push past it, fold your clothes up for tomorrow and head back out to the living room. The kitchen light is back off but a smaller one next to the couch has replaced it; you watch quietly from the hallway as Daichi unfolds a blanket and lays it out on the sofa bed. Watch him as he places one down to lay on and one to cover up with and how he lays out an extra two pillows. There's fresh water already on the coffee table next to the couch and a phone charger has been plugged in near it as well. You wonder absently how he came to be so domestic or if it was just that he was… good.

He notices you standing there, in the shadow of the hallway, and smiles. It’s a small one this time, warm, familiar. “I hope it’s comfortable enough. Akari said it was so I have to trust she wasn’t fibbing.” He’s got on a white t-shirt, gray sweatpants. He watches you, gone even softer around the edges from the beer and time of night. You think, maybe softer around the edges because you’re standing here in his living room. And something about the way his cheeks dust with pink as you watch him back has your feet propelling you forward, more into his space.

Maybe it’s stupid but for a moment, you’re dumbstruck. All the memories you have of him come flowing through your brain, like shooting stars across a night sky. How he was captain of his high school volleyball team and Ryū had piped in with that he was the best one there was. How he had a framed picture of his family at the office. The countless times he’d dropped a latte on your desk just the way you liked it from the coffee shop on the corner. All the times you’d seen him hold doors open for people when he didn’t realize someone was watching. The way he spoke to every single client, every person he came in contact with. As if they were, at that moment, the only person to exist in the world. He gave his full attention, nothing less. Exactly how he was giving you his full attention now. The look in his eye was spurring you on, it had to be. You had (obviously) never done anything close to this in your life. You were nervous. But you were sure.

He’s looking at you, back and forth between your eyes; he’s moving slow when he steps in to meet you, as if he might scare an animal. And if it had been anyone else, you think you would be. One of his hands moves to your face, brushes a lock of hair behind your ear. His thumb lingers on your cheek; you lean in to the strength and safety of his hand. He leans forward, lips near your ear. “I… I really wanna kiss you. Can I kiss you?” You’re nodding against the pulse of his wrist before any other part of you, mind or body, can catch up.

It’s not like what you thought it would be, when his lips meet yours. There’s no cataclysmic shift of the earth. There’s not even what you would think is a spark. But he moves in closer to you and brings his other hand up so he’s cradling your face as he kisses you and all you can think is safe. You feel safe to lean into him and explore what it means to be held like this, to be kissed like this. You feel safe to reach one hand into his hair, slip your fingers through the thickness of it, safe to reach the other up to his chest.

You’ve never done this before so you’re not sure if you’re doing it right but you can’t even waste a thought on caring really. Your body feels heavy and your skin is only getting hotter by the minute. Your breathing is heavy and when you shift a bit to move closer, you can feel the outline of Daichi’s cock through his sweatpants. It has heat slicing through your belly and you groan. He releases a sharp short gasp in response as he takes a small step backward.

“Am I going too fast?” The simplicity of the question or the sincerity with which he asks it (maybe that he asks it at all) makes something trip in your chest.

“No, you’re not. Daichi… I–I really like you. I think I’ve liked you since I first met you. And I’ve only liked you the more I’ve been around you. If this was to go… farther tonight, I think I would be happy with that.” You’re looking up at him, watching the emotions flow across his face, the slightly crooked bridge of his nose (you’ll have to ask him if that’s from volleyball later), the dark brown and copper of his eyes (they’ve slightly darkened since he kissed you but haven’t gotten any less soft), his slightly parted lips. And god, if you didn’t know better you’d say there was a careful adoration there in his face. Even if nothing else about this lasted, to see that look on someone’s face and know it was for you? That feeling would always be priceless.

“I’d be happy too. I think we’re a little bit dumb, aren’t we?” He says it with that smile, the one that’s bright and soft and makes your heart beat faster. You nod. You have missed a lot of cues apparently. But so has he. And maybe it was better that way. Maybe all of that was leading up to this. You take his hand and squeeze it. “You want to take this to the room?” He’s leading you before the question fully leaves his mouth but you’re glad for it. He shuts the lights off in the living room as you go and even that small action has you adding yet another thing to the list of things about him that you love.

His room feels much larger than you would have thought; the four poster bed takes up a lot of the room and if you weren’t getting a little nervous about what was going to happen, you’d be fantasizing about what it would be like to sleep in it. Just sleep in it. The quilt alone looks like the softest thing ever and he’s got more than one pillow there; it seems like a silly thing to notice but you do. But then he’s kissing you again and you don’t notice much more of anything else. You’re turning, backing up slowly until the backs of your legs bump against his bed. He’s pulling the quilt down and you’re laying back and then it hits you: this is actually happening.

Part of you is hesitant; you’d just had a conversation that night about how after all this time, you’d never been intimate in this way. Sure, you’ve read a lot. Watched television shows and movies. You’ve used your hands, used a vibrator. But there was only your physical needs to spur on feelings of pleasure. Now, there was a whole other person. A person you liked beyond lust. Of course, maybe that’s all this was. But this feels like something else entirely. That’s what has you holding your arms out to him and pulling him into his own bed, pulling him on top of you. He’s supporting his weight on one arm and the other is cupping your cheek and it has you nearly sick with an emotion you don’t want to explore right now.

“I’m gonna take your pants off now, okay?” You nod and he slides them down off your hips along with your underwear. You feel the cold rush of air hit your cunt and you realize with a new kind of embarrassment that you’re wet. Daichi realizes at the same time you do, places a steadying hand on your knees to prevent you from closing them. He shakes his head, barely a movement before he’s backing up, kneeling over you again, continuing his attention down the planes of your stomach. Until he stops and you feel his hot breath against you down there and you’re shuddering out a breath. “You can tell me to stop any time,” he reminds you, his voice rumbling into you. You shake your head near frantic, comb your fingers through his hair. Heaven nor hell could stop him now, least of all you. Even if you wanted him to stop which you most definitely don’t.

When he puts his mouth to the wet mess of your sex, you think you could get used to this, with him. It’s a completely new sensation, the way he practically drinks from you. Your voice pitches high and drawn out as he licks; the sounds he’s making are almost pornographic and god, you can’t believe that it’s it feels like this. He shifts, pulling you closer; you help him, canting your hips softly into his face.

“Right there, yeessss.” Your words come out garbled, difficult to even get out. He keeps going, focuses on your clit. You can feel something rising inside of you, something tightening. You recognize the feeling, only now it feels a hundred times more intense. It’s coiling in you like a new spring, the sparks of it sending the nerves in between your legs on fire. You’re gripping into his hair as he keeps going, delving his tongue into your cunt, sucking, moaning into you. It’s right there, right there, right there, you can feel it. “Oh, shit. I think–think I’mgonna–” He’s nodding into you, pressing your legs apart and there���

Your orgasm snaps, leaves you panting, arching your back and rutting your hips continually into his face. You want to close your legs but he won’t let you, keeps going to wring the last of it from you and by the time he’s finished, every little touch has you twitching. Everything feels overly sensitive. He huffs a soft breath, places a kiss to the flesh of your inner thigh. You can hardly process anything except to think that all of this feels like instinct. Instinctual when you thought maybe you wouldn’t know what to do, how to act. It makes you feel self-confident, even as you lay stretched out on Daichi’s bed, watching him with half-lidded eyes as you murmur “Daichi, I need–I need more. I need you inside me.” The look in his eyes… you wish you had a way to bottle that look.

A kiss to your mouth. “Are you sure you want to do this?” A kiss to your jaw, your neck. You turn so he has access to more skin, more of you. “We can stop now. We can stop at any point. This is for you, this one’s for you.” He’s pulling your shirt over your head and you’re gone to the world once more. A low whistling breath wheezes from his chest when he sees your breasts. He kisses again from your neck down over your sternum. He kneads one breast with a hand, laves his tongue over the pebbled nipple of the other. You back arches into him. Shit. Your hands never made you feel like this. There’s a split second where you can’t believe Daichi wants you but you push it away because that is the only doubt in your head and heart right now. And it has no right to be here. You’re turning back to him, nuzzling into his own neck. You nip softly at his ear, experimenting. The soft groan that falls from his mouth has you smiling. Exhale. You’ve got this.

“Yeah, Daichi, I want this. I want you.” He’s staring at you and it rushes in on a pinpoint that maybe he was having the same doubts. You can’t wrap your head around it. You smile at him and mirror his placement with your hand on his cheek. “Daichi,” you whisper it, speaking this thing, this good thing into existence. “You big dope. I want you. I want it to be you.” It’s like the weight of the world has been lifted off his shoulders; he’s reaching for the drawer in his nightstand for a condom and the lines above his brows have smoothed into concentration. “Can I… can I watch?” His eyes snap back to you and you’re afraid you’ve said something wrong until you can see in the low light how his pupils are blown.

“Baby, if you say anything more like that I might honestly have a difficult time making this last.” Now it’s your turn to flush and you’re a little embarrassed but it’s a good kind you think, a shy kind. Daichi takes his own shirt off, tosses it to the side of the bed. He stands, slides the gray sweatpants past his hips and down his legs. Oh god, he isn’t wearing any underwear. You watch with rapt attention as he crawls back onto the bed and faces you on his knees. You don’t have any experience with dicks in real life but you know his is pretty. On the shorter side, you think, but thick and curved slightly to the left, up to his stomach. It’s leaking precum. There’s no other way to describe it really. Pretty. You giggle a little bit, can’t help yourself. You’re shocked by it so you clap a hand over your mouth; you never would have thought you would think that. Daichi looks at you, somehow only good-natured confusion on his face, questioning.

“God, Daichi, I’m so sorry I just–it’s pretty. I just never thought I’d say that.” You’re waiting for him to laugh in response but he doesn’t, just keeps staring at you as he tears the condom wrapper with his teeth and proceeds to smooth it over his cock. And then he’s crawling back up the bed to you and you squeak as he takes your chin in hand, turning your face from side to side. You’re not afraid or alarmed in the least at his change in his demeanor. It has your pussy flooding again; you squeeze your thighs together, trying to gain any sort of friction. Daichi caresses a thumb across your chin, your bottom lip.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” He’s too fucking good at that, you think. Too good at asking you questions that shouldn’t be shocking but somehow are. Questions that make you warm and fuzzy on the inside. Questions that are at once both deeply gratifying and somehow terrifying because in yet another instance, if it was anyone but Daichi you would be questioning the motivation behind them. But all you can sense is attraction and affection and it nearly wrecks you.

“I’d like to think I am. But it feels nice to have someone else tell me,” you respond quietly. His brows screw together just a bit, the same emotion written on his features as when he asked you about who taught you that you were an imposition. It stays there when he leans down and seals his lips over yours; you can taste yourself there still. He positions himself above you, readjusting until he’s propped on one elbow, the other hand ghosting over your breast, squeezing the soft flesh of your sides and hips. You reach down between the two of you and take his cock in your hand. “I think I’m ready,” you say, watching with a certain satisfaction as his nostrils flare and he lets out the smallest of groans as you pump once, twice.

“Okay,” he whispers. You guide him to your cunt, guide him inside you. You can feel your face scrunch as you feel the pressure before he slips in fully. “Just breathe,” he says near your ear. He’s rubbing swirling circles into your sides as he waits for you to acclimate. You draw his mouth to yours and kiss, nodding against him to start moving. When he does, you can’t help the whine that spills from your mouth, the responding groan from his throat spurring you to roll your hips into him. The friction nearly sends you out of your mind.

“Fuck, keep going, Daichi please.” It’s the only cue he needs, the only motivation. He grips your hip with one hand and begins moving at a faster pace. Now you understand. All the books you’ve read, the shows you’ve watched. This is what they were talking about. Because the way his thick cock moves against your walls, the way your cunt pulls at him as if it’s the only thing you need to survive, you get it.

The angle of his thrusts has you clenching around him. You don’t know if the intoxication of the moment comes from it being your first time, if it comes from doing this with him, or because he just feels so fucking good. You wrap your arms around him, trying and succeeding to bring him closer. You would swallow him whole in that moment if you could. You want this to go on forever. Not just the sex. But this… this intimacy. With him. You try to slow the thought process down a little; maybe you don’t need to think about it too much.

“Hey,” he says it softly, his own breathing starting to come choppy from his throat. “Are you here with me?” The way he seems to sense where you’re at in your head before you do leaves you feeling seen in a way you haven’t experienced before. You lock in on his eyes and nod; you can feel another orgasm building but it doesn’t feel like the first. This one feels like a building wave, larger, broader, less acute than the one before. He can see it on your face and based on the erratic snap of his hips, you think he’s close too. You’re cresting the wave; he’s reaching a hand up to lock with yours as he leans in to whisper “You’re safe. You can relax. Let go, baby, I’ve got you.” You feel it then, the peak, and it’s like you’re standing at the edge of a cliff and you’ve just jumped off into deep blue water. It rushes over you, from the hand gripping Daichi’s, through your chest, into the hand clutching his back, to where your cunt keeps a velvet grip around his cock. You keep the rolling rhythm of your hips going, wanting him to come with you and when he does, he moans into your neck.

“I’m here with you, I’m here,” you repeat to him. It’s like a prayer, but better because it’s said at the altar of something much more sacred than anything you’ve ever offered one to before. His cock leaps inside of you and an image sears into your mind’s eye of getting fucked with no barrier between the two of you. You hope there will be opportunities for that in the future.

“Are you okay?” His voice is muffled by your neck; the weight of him is comforting and you can only nod. The two of you lay entwined for some time before he makes any attempt at moving, before he even slips out. You hiss a little at the new ache but welcome his kiss of apology. When he stands it takes all your resolve to let go of his hand. He roams out the door only long enough to come back and shut the door, a warm cloth in hand. Condom already discarded, he slips his sweats back on then turns his attention to you once more.

The warm cloth feels incredibly good as he wipes away any remnants of your arousal and when he’s finished, he tosses it to the hamper in the corner. Your smirk at him when he gathers your clothes and readies to hand them back to you.

“I don’t think the previous owner would be too appreciative if I put those back on right now,” you say with a satiated laugh. You can see the thought process roll through the gears in his brain before he throws them to the ground and rummages through a dresser drawer until he finds an old oversized shirt. “That’s better.” When you slip it on, it falls to just above your knees and smells faintly of him. He crawls into bed and the way he shuffles around on his side until he’s comfortable sparks affection anew in your chest. When he finally settles, he watches you in the way he does. You can see the question just out of reach, the question he has the decency not to ask. So you give him the answer. “Daichi, that was… you made me feel so safe and good. I’d… I’d like to do more of that in the future.”

He smirks on a soft huff of breath as he grabs your hand and squeezes. “I think that can be arranged.” You smile shyly at him (as if the man wasn’t just your first sexual experience) before turning on your side.

You curl your back into his stomach, reveling in the feeling of his arm around you. Outside the snow is falling harder, covering the city in a blanket of white. It’s cold but his breath against your neck is warm, calming and drawing you under into sleep as the cadence becomes slower and deeper. It would be easy to say that you don’t know what the night’s events mean for you or for him. It would be easy to say that this was a one night stand. It would be easy for anyone else but you. Because you? You know, you know, that this is just the beginning.

You don’t know it now but in the morning, you’ll wake to your face tucked in the space between his throat and his chest, your hands curled under your chin. The storm will have come in harder but you will be warmer than you’ve been in a long time. He’ll open his eyes to look at you, reach a hand out to touch your face. You’ll not say a word because you don’t want to break the silence and neither will he. You’ll give in once more to the pull of sleep, huddled close to him. The day can wait just a little longer; because you now have all the time in the world.