#saying these things somehow just cheer me up

[itslenagain]

"You, there!" the regal voice calls down the hallway.

Shit. I'm toast.

Mother taught me three very important things about visiting Olympus - one, never reveal that I am a child of Zeus. Two, never steal anything from the Temple. And three, most important of all, NEVER allow my existence to be discovered by Hera.

And who but Hera, my unaware-but-still-somehow-wicked stepmother, would happen to be entering the hallway at the same time I attempted to duck into the kitchen for a late night snack.

"Why are you up at this hour?"

My mind races, searching for a way to escape. I'm surrounded by dead ends. I wonder briefly how severe my injuries would be if I attempted to jump out a window. My heart races as incoming footsteps signal my inevitable demise.

Except, when I turn my face to hers, I can tell that Hera has been crying.

She studies me for a moment. "Who are you?"

Shit. SHIT.

"I'm, ah, Eulalia," I lie. "New in town."

She continues to stare me down in suspicion. I'm so fucked. I have to think fast...

"Hera? Why are you up so late?"

She's briefly surprised by the question, but regains her composure quickly. "I was feeling snackish. It looks as though you were also headed to the kitchen." After a pause, she adds, "You may accompany me, if you wish."

I watch her face, and I am perplexed. I should run. I should get myself far away from Hera, as fast as I can. But instead, I find myself nodding gently. Something so achingly familiar to me hides behind her icy gaze.

She glides past me into the kitchen, gauzy green robe trailing softly behind her. I nervously grab a pear from the counter and sit at the small table.

"...is that it?" Hera says, raising an eyebrow. I blush. She sizes me up for a moment, and seems to come to some unspoken conclusion. "If you tell anyone about what I am about to show you, I will personally kill you." I swallow down the rising bile in my throat and let out a far-too-anxious laugh. She opens the refrigerator and reaches for something in the back. "Now, this is a snack worth getting out of bed for." She pulls out a container full of spinach and carrots and places it carefully on the table. She brushes her hands over the lid, and her eyes glow. When she takes off the lid...

"Melopita!" I exclaim. She looks at me sternly. My hands fly up to my mouth.

"Don't make me regret sharing." She cuts a generous slice and places it in front of me. I tear into the slice with a ferocity that rivals a lion hungrily taking down its prey. I hear her laugh. Her eyes are still puffy, but she looks... softer. Lighter, even.

She positions her knife to cut a small slice of the melopita, and this time, I am the one to shoot her a look. "Is that it?" I ask playfully. She moves the knife a little. "Oh, come on. Is that worth getting out of bed for?!" She moves it a little more and looks at me, eyebrow raised. She lets out a huff. She chucks the knife into the sink and grabs a spoon. "YES!" I cheer. She laughs again. The sound warms me to my core. I wonder how often she allows herself to be vulnerable in this way.

We sit for a moment in silence, enjoying the sweet treat. "So, what's your story?" She asks. I gulp. "Married? Kids? Anything?"

"Not married, no kids. As for the rest... Well, uh. I'm still figuring it out, honestly."

"Aren't we all," Hera sighs. She looks at her feet.

Before any sense of self preservation can convince me not to speak, my mouth is forming words. "Hera, are you okay?"

She's taken aback. Her face becomes stone once again. "Of course I am okay. What a stupid thing to ask," she says coldly. I should have stayed quiet. I should walk away now and never speak to her again.

Instead, I speak to her again. "I don't mean to upset you. I just wondered if anyone has ever asked you that before."

Hera says nothing. She silently rises from her seat and crosses to the door frame. She hesitates before crossing the threshold. "I don't need anyone to worry about me." She says firmly.

"Maybe not, but I'm still gonna."

She stiffens. Then, she walks away without another word.

~~~

Later that week, I find myself making a familiar late-night pilgrimage to the kitchen. I listen carefully as I maneuver the halls of the Temple, checking around the corners before turning. She's nowhere in sight. I hope it stays that way.

I walk down the same corridor where I encountered Hera for the first time. The walls are lined with pictures of my father and his brothers. I pause next to one where Zeus and Hera stand together. His authoritative expression dominates the portrait. His arm is wrapped firmly around his wife, his sister. Hera's eyes are cold and empty.

When I see her sat at the table in the kitchen, they're red and wet.

She looks up at me. Her mouth opens, but no words come out. My heart breaks for her.

I cross to the refrigerator and pull out my own secret container. "Chocolate ice cream?" She nods.

We sit together in silence. I watch her shovel spoonfuls of ice cream into her mouth. Her long hair hangs limply about her head. I want to hug her and tell her it will all be okay, and I want to run away and hope she forgets all about me. Both are true. I am terrified.

It becomes a ritual. I watch Hera lead beside her husband by day with steely-eyed ruthlessness. An then, in that small kitchen in the middle of the night, I come to sit with her quietly while she cries. She never says a word, and neither do I.

~~~

Before I know what is happening, someone is pulling me into a closet. I nearly lose my balance, but slender arms wrap around me, covering my mouth. The door closes and the lock clicks. For a brief, horrifying moment, I am plunged into complete darkness, and unable to call for help. "Don't scream," a voice hisses into my ear. The lights flip on.

Before me stands a tall woman in an iridescent gown. Iris. Her arms are crossed, eyes narrowed. The hand comes off of my mouth. I turn to see another woman still holding my body back. Iris takes a step closer to me and leans in. "What are your intentions with my mistress?"

"...What?"

"Hera might seem like an easy target to you, but she's your worst nightmare" she hisses. "What are you planning?"

"I don't understand," I choke. "I'm not planning anything."

Iris stares at me for a long time. She puts a hand on my shoulder and leans so closely into my face that I can feel her breath on my cheek. "I know who you are. I know what you are. And if you hurt her, I will tell her everything, and she will end you, Ophelia."

My blood turns cold. I feel my hands growing numb. "I-I don't want to hurt her. I'm not trying to, I swear. She seems like she needs some help."

"I can help her," Iris hisses. Her eyes stay fixed on me. Her lip twists in disgust. Is this... jealousy? I feel the heat return to my cheeks.

"It's not like that!" Her eyes hit me like daggers. "She's my aunt!"

Iris continues to stare me down. Whatever she hopes to find, she doesn't. She lets out a sharp exhale. She motions to the woman behind me to let me go. Iris looks at me again. "She's a hard person to get close to, trust me. I didn't understand." She unlocks the door. "As long as you're just trying to help... well, I'll keep your secret if you keep mine." I nod. "No funny business, okay?"

I smirk. She rolls her eyes at me.

~~~

Tonight, when I enter the empty kitchen, I am surprised to feel a certain sadness about it. How have I gone from being afraid of Hera, to being her silent confidant? I sit down at the table. The empty seat across from mine feels unnatural.

"Hi," a voice says from behind me. I turn to see Hera standing in the doorway of the kitchen. "Can we take a walk?"

The garden outside the Temple is illuminated by a mixture of moonlight and tiny lanterns. "Why do you keep showing up?"

"...For snacks?"

Hera snorts. "If it was just about snacks, you could come earlier or later and avoid me." I look at my feet. "I give you part of me. You've seen me cry. Nobody sees that. Give me something. Please."

I stop walking. Hera turns to face me. I take a deep breath. "Two years ago, I was going to be married. It was something my mother chose for me. His family was wealthy and influential. I had some type love for him, don't get me wrong... but it wasn't the kind of love I want. He loved the fact that he had control over me. He loved me only when I submitted to the things he wanted. I had to be the kind of person he could love in order for him to love me, even if it meant being someone, something, that I absolutely am not." I feel my hands shake. I breathe in, and then out. "He lied to me. He cheated on me. He physically and verbally abused me." I swat at the tears rolling down my cheeks. "Walking away was the hardest thing I ever had to do. I didn't have anyone to help me through it."

I feel arms wrap around me. I lean in to her warmth. The sobs rip through me. My chest heaves. Hera strokes my hair. I realize that she is crying too. I hug her tight.

"...I'm not ready to walk away yet," Hera sobs.

I put my hands on her shoulders and look her in the eyes. "It's okay. Just know that I'm here for you no matter what you decide."

We stand together for a while, arm-in-arm. "Can I ask you one more thing?"

"What's up?"

"Can I call you my niece, Ophelia?"

My heart drops. "You know?"

Hera looks at me, an eyebrow raised. "I was going to kill you." I feel myself growing pale. She just laughs. "I found out the morning after we met, and I wanted to kill you. But I remembered what you said. And then I had this strange feeling that fate brought us together for a reason." She pulls my still-stunned figure into another hug. "Thank you for worrying about me. Maybe with your support, one day, I will be ready."

"As one of Zeus bastard children, you are doomed to be targeted by Hera, however you found a way to get on the queens good side before she found out who your father is. "

[flwrkid14]

Valentine’s Day in Gotham

The thing about Valentine’s Day in Gotham is that it’s never normal.

There are no quiet, peaceful date nights. No simple dinners by candlelight. No perfect, romantic moments uninterrupted by sirens, crime, or the occasional villain trying to make a statement with heart-shaped explosives.

No, Valentine’s Day in Gotham is chaos. It’s stolen moments, fleeting kisses, and love tucked into the spaces between sirens and shadows.

Still, the Batfamily makes do.

–––

The museum alarms are already blaring when Bruce arrives, dropping soundlessly through the skylight.

Selina is standing in front of a glass case, admiring the diamond necklace inside.

“B, you always know how to surprise me,” she purrs, not even turning around. “Did you come to stop me or join me?��

Bruce sighs. “It’s Valentine’s Day.”

Selina smirks. “So it is.” She turns, stepping into his space. “What do you say? Let me have this one, and I’ll let you catch me next time?”

Bruce shakes his head, but his lips twitch. “You already stole my wallet.”

Selina grins, holding up his credit card. “And your heart.”

She’s gone before he can respond.

–––

At a tiny diner in Blüdhaven, Dick grins across the table at Rory, their fingers tangled together between plates of half-eaten pancakes.

“Did you know,” Dick says, eyes twinkling, “that Valentine’s Day originally started as a Roman festival where people ran around naked and hit each other with goat hides?”

Rory stares at him for a long moment. “You tell me the most romantic things, babe.”

Dick winks. “I try.”

Rory laughs and throws a crumpled napkin at him.

–––

The gunfire has barely died down when Jason drops onto the fire escape beside Roy, pulling his mask off with a sigh.

“Well,” Roy says, stretching his arms behind his head. “That was a hell of a date.”

Jason snorts. “Better than last year.”

“Last year, I got shot,” Roy reminds him.

“Exactly.”

Roy groans and tilts his head back. “We are the worst couple ever.”

Jason glances at him, then, after a moment, leans in and kisses him—slow, deep, lingering.

Roy blinks at him when he pulls away.

Jason smirks. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Roy swears under his breath, then yanks Jason back in for another kiss.

–––

Cass does not see the point of Valentine’s Day.

Steph, on the other hand, loves it.

Which is why, somehow, Cass finds herself standing in front of a heart-shaped piñata, blindfolded, while Steph cheers her on.

“C’mon, babe! You got this!”

Cass sighs, gripping the bat. Then, without hesitation, she swings.

The piñata explodes, showering them both in candy.

Steph gasps. “You broke it in one hit! You are so hot.”

Cass smirks, pulling off the blindfold. “Kiss?”

Steph grabs her face and kisses her breathless.

–––

Duke and Izzy are caught in the middle of a convenience store robbery.

“You couldn’t have waited until we checked out?” Izzy complains, holding up their bag of snacks. “We were literally paying.”

The masked robber looks nervous, but before he can respond, Duke casually disarms him and zip-ties his hands together.

Izzy sighs. “I just wanted to watch a movie and eat junk food. Is that too much to ask?”

Duke kisses her forehead. “I’ll make it up to you.”

She huffs. “You better.”

–––

Tim wakes up to find a Post-it note stuck to his forehead.

Good morning, love of my life. Check the kitchen. <3

Tim blinks, groggy, and stumbles out of bed.

In the kitchen, Danny is standing at the stove, flipping pancakes. There are sticky notes everywhere, covering every surface.

I love you is scribbled across the fridge. Your coffee is ready sits beside his favorite mug. You are the best thing that ever happened to me is stuck to the sugar jar.

Tim stops in the doorway, staring.

Danny turns and beams at him. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Tim swallows past the lump in his throat. “You’re ridiculous.”

Danny kisses him. “And you love it.”

Tim does.

–––

Damian does not believe in Valentine’s Day. It’s a frivolous holiday designed to pressure people into excessive displays of affection.

Jon, however, is determined to change that.

Which is why Damian comes home to find a very large, very poorly painted banner hanging in the Batcave that reads: DAMIAN, WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE?

Jon grins at him from behind it. “Well?”

Damian crosses his arms. “You defaced the Batcave.”

“Technically, I decorated it.”

Damian sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You are an idiot.”

Jon grins. “But am I your idiot?”

Damian glares at him. Then, after a moment, he sighs and mutters, “Yes.”

–––

Valentine’s Day in Gotham is never normal.

But somehow, it’s always perfect.

Happy Valentine's Day !! <3

[kiszjuli]

PERFECT EXCUSE .ᐟ

✸ playful!chenle x fem!reader | genre. fluff | w.c 2.2k | ♡

↳synopsis. you never cared much for valentine’s day. it’s not that you needed to, because school was more important. however, when you get roped into a (stupid) day at the valentine’s day fair, with the annoyingly charming zhong chenle, maybe your perspective will change.

↳playlist. good days - sza. the perfect pair - beabadoobee. bad - wavetoearth. rainbow - nct dream. sunflower - swae lee. love countdown - nayeon.

valentine’s day at college was a disaster waiting to happen. at least, that’s how you’d always viewed it. all the heart-shaped decorations, the excessive amounts of candy, the couples holding hands like they were somehow more in love because of the date on the calendar. it was just a lot of noise—unnecessary noise at that. your life was perfectly organized, your time always scheduled, and you certainly didn’t need some manufactured holiday reminding you that romance existed.

but, of course, your best friend mia had other plans.

“please, just come with me,” mia begged, standing in your dorm doorway, her eyes wide and pleading. “you know i can’t go alone, and honestly, i need you to go so i can be with felix. i’ll owe you, i swear. just this once. for me?”

you rolled your eyes. felix was mia’s crush—one of your other friends who had a thing for always being the center of attention. you couldn’t really say no, knowing how much it meant to her, especially since she’d been talking about him nonstop for weeks. if she wasn’t your best friend, you would’ve said no.

“fine,” you muttered, sighing, setting your textbooks down. “but i’m only coming because you’re clearly desperate, and i’m not staying long.”

mia’s face lit up as if you’d just given her the world. “you’re the best! i’ll make it worth your while, i promise.” she ran to you, attacking you in a hug.

—

so here you were, standing outside the valentine’s day fair on campus, which, unsurprisingly, looked like cupid threw up. balloons floated lazily above booths, and the scent of cotton candy and fried food was everywhere. people roamed around in pairs, couples wrapped in the gooey sweetness of the holiday, while you tried your best to keep the grimace off your face.

“i’m going to go find felix,” mia said, her voice practically vibrating with excitement. “you’re fine here. i’ll text you in a bit.” she dashed off before you could even say anything in protest. your words dying on your tongue as you sighed deeply.

great, you thought. now you were stuck in the middle of this chaos, alone and—if you were being honest—irritated. you wandered toward the game booths, wondering how long you could fake having fun, a familiar voice called out from behind you.

“hey, you’re not trying to sneak off and study, are you?”

you turned to find zhong chenle leaning against one of the booths, casually sipping from a drink, his bright smile practically glowing in the chaos around you. chenle was the kind of guy who could brighten up a room with barely any effort. always cheerful, always a little too playful, he had a way of dragging you into whatever ridiculous situation he was in—whether you liked it or not.

“chenle,” you said with a sigh, trying not to let your annoyance show. “what are you doing here?”

“i could ask you the same thing.” he grinned. “are you here for the lovey dovey atmosphere, or for the free candy?”

you crossed your arms. “neither. i’m here because mia begged me to come. and now i’m completely regretting it.”

he laughed at that, his voice like music, light and easy. “you know, it’s not so bad once you give in. the fair’s actually kinda fun, once you stop being all… ‘up tight’ about everything.”

you shot him a glare. “i’m not ‘up tight.’ i just have better things to do than waste my time at some cheesy fair.”

chenle raised an eyebrow and stepped closer. “you say that now. you’re already stuck here so…might as well make it worth your while.”

you didn’t know why, but his playful tone made you feel slightly… off balance. you’d never been good at letting go of your well-structured plans, but something about his easy confidence made you want to step outside your comfort zone. you shook the thought away.

“yeah, well, mia’s gone, and i’m stuck walking around by myself, in a place where i don’t really wanna be. not really my idea of fun.”

“stuck?” chenle tilted his head, as if considering your words. “you don’t have to be stuck.” his grin widened. “here, how about this? us. you. me. valentine’s day fair.”

you blinked, unsure if you’d heard him correctly. “what?”

“no, seriously,” he said, his voice dropping to a playful, almost firm tone. “i’m asking you out. right here, right now. us, enjoying the fair.” his grin was wide, but there was an edge of sincerity to his words that caught you off guard.

you almost laughed, half in disbelief. “you’re asking me out—here? now?”

chenle shrugged, unfazed. “why not? where better to then here? what else is valentine’s day about if not taking chances?”

you stared at him for a long moment, your mind racing. it wasn’t like you hadn’t noticed chenle’s charm or the way he made everything seem easier than it was. but asking you out here? it was so out there, so unlike the controlled life you were used to.

“i don’t know…” you said slowly, shaking your head. “i have a lot of work to do, and—”

“hey, hey.” chenle cut you off, his voice almost pleading, but still playful. “come on. just one day, no homework, no plans. just us and some fun what do you say?”

you felt yourself still hesitating. for all your plans and your need to be in control, something about the way he said it made you think that maybe, just maybe, you could let go for once.

“i see it, you’re giving in,” he smirks pointing at you.

“fine,” you said, a little too quickly, surprising yourself. “one hour. and i’m nothing cheesy,”

chenle’s grin was so wide, you swore he was glowing. “deal.”

and just like that, you found yourself swept up into whatever mess chenle had in mind for the day.

—

“you won’t regret this,” chenle says, grinning as he tugs you forward, weaving through the crowd. his grip on your wrist is light, like he knows you could change your mind at any second. and honestly, you might.

it was way too loud for your liking. screams and yells ring through the air, couples walking past hand in hand, some holding oversized stuffed animals, others sharing pink cotton candy like something straight out of a cliché rom-com. exactly the kind of thing you didn’t sign up for.

“i already regret it,” you mutter, adjusting your bag strap.

chenle hums like he doesn’t hear you—or, more likely, like he’s choosing not to.

then he stops, turning to face you with a dramatic flourish. “so, where should we start our date?”

you groan, smacking his arm. “this is not a date.”

chenle only laughs. “alright, alright. how about something simple? games?” he gestures toward the ones with flashing lights and prizes hanging from the ceilings—rows of giant plushies, novelty heart pillows, and even a ridiculously large teddy bear.

you eye the setup warily. “you mean the games that are totally rigged?”

“that’s loser talk.” he slings an arm over your shoulders before you can protest, steering you toward the booths. his warmth is distracting, and you hate how easy it is for him to act like this—like this whole thing is normal.

he stops in front of a classic ring toss booth, plopping down a few bills. “three tries,” the vendor says, handing over the rings.

chenle smirks, holding up a ring between two fingers. “watch and learn.”

you cross your arms. “you’re gonna lose.”

“you doubt me? me?” he presses a hand over his chest in mock offense. “that hurts. deeply.”

you roll your eyes, but you don’t miss the way his lips twitch, barely holding back a grin. and maybe you’re just a little curious to see if he can actually win.

the first ring bounces off the bottle. the second does the same.

you glance at him, smug. “loser talk, huh?”

chenle exhales, rolling his shoulders like he’s about to take the final shot of an nba game. then, he tosses the last ring.

it lands perfectly.

the booth lights flash, and the vendor claps once. “winner!”

chenle throws his arms up like he just won an olympic gold medal, then turns to you, triumphant. “see? skill.”

you shake your head, unimpressed. “that was luck.”

“skill,” he repeats, accepting the prize. a heart-shaped plushie. he turns to you, eyes twinkling, and before you can react, he presses it into your arms.

you blink down at it. “what—”

“you did say no cheesy stuff, but, y’know.” he shrugs. “couldn’t help myself.”

your fingers tighten around the plushie despite yourself. you tell yourself it means nothing. that he’s just being his usual, annoying self.

but when you look up, he’s already watching you, a small, knowing smile playing at his lips.

and for the first time tonight, you don’t have a quick comeback.

—

you don’t know when it happens—when the reluctant acceptance of being here turns into something else, something dangerously close to enjoying yourself. it had been at least an hour by now, you didn’t notice, not keeping track anymore.

maybe it’s when chenle insists on buying you a strawberry milkshake, claiming it matches the “valentine’s aesthetic” before promptly stealing half of it with a smug grin. or maybe it’s when he drags you to the dart booth, loses spectacularly, and then pouts at you until you give up your last attempt—only for you to actually win, leaving him in stunned silence before he bursts into laughter.

“i can’t believe this,” he groans, throwing an arm over his eyes dramatically. “this is the worst day of my life.”

you snort, sipping the remnants of your milkshake. “you’re just mad i’m better than you.”

chenle lowers his arm, watching you with that ever-present amusement in his eyes. “nah, i’m just mad i have to give you all my future winnings now. gotta keep my girl’s record clean.”

you freeze.

he doesn’t, not even for a second, like he didn’t just say something that sent your brain into overdrive. instead, he steps closer, leaning in slightly. “huh. no comeback?”

your fingers tighten around the stuffed bear he won for you earlier, and you tear your gaze away, heart pounding in your chest. “shut up.”

he laughs, the sound rich and full, and for once, you don’t mind being the reason for it.

the realization hits you then—soft but certain. you like being here. you like chenle. you had for a while; behind all the sourness you felt towards him, hearing his laugh, bubbly personality, and seeing his stupid smile. and the worst part? you don’t even want to fight it anymore.

—

the sun has nearly set, casting the fairgrounds in a golden haze, and you swear the air feels different—softer, warmer, like the world itself is urging you to stay in this moment a little longer.

“okay,” you murmur, just loud enough for him to hear. “this wasn’t terrible.”

chenle turns to you, grinning like he’s just won the biggest prize of the night. “that’s it? that’s all i get?”

you roll your eyes, but there’s no real annoyance behind it. “okay, fine. i had fun, okay?”

he hums, clearly satisfied, and nudges your shoulder with his. “good. now let’s end on a high note.”

you don’t even have time to question it before he’s steering you toward the ferris wheel. the line is short, and before you can put up a fight—not that you’re sure you even want to—he’s already handing over tickets, tugging you into one of the cars.

the ride begins, slow and steady, lifting you above the fair, above the laughter and music, until all that’s left is the quiet hum of the night and the soft glow of carnival lights below.

chenle leans back, stretching out like he owns the place, but then he turns his head, watching you carefully. “so?”

you glance at him. “so what?”

he tilts his head, eyes warm, knowing. “so, am i growing on you?”

you’ve always thought of chenle as loud, unpredictable, a little too confident for his own good. but here, in the quiet, you see something else—the way his eyes search yours like he’s trying to figure out what you’re thinking, the way his fingers tap idly against his knee, like he’s waiting for something.

you let out a breath of laughter, but your heart betrays you, beating faster than it should. you should have a snarky response, something quick and teasing, but all you can do is hold his gaze, the space between you charged with something unspoken.

he shifts closer, not enough to cross a line, but enough to make it clear—if you wanted to close the gap, he wouldn’t stop you.

your fingers tighten around the stuffed bear in your lap.

“maybe,” you whisper.

chenle’s smile softens, and then he gently reaches out, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear, fingertips lingering just a second too long.

the ferris wheel slows, grounding you, but as you look at him, at the way he’s watching you like he’s memorizing every detail, you realize something—

maybe you don’t mind falling, after all.

—

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⁀➷⊹ ࣪ ˖~ THE LA LA LOVE SERIES .ᐟ

[babybearnation]

Lando\charles comforting you after you flunked your exams?

(I did so bad on my exams tdy)

it's okay! take it from me - i failed 5 out of my 6 exams when i was 17 and still went on to get 2 university degrees. also, i'm not sure if you meant these two together or separately so i'll do both those options lol

gn!student!reader

lando norris:

he may not be the sharpest tool in the shed but lando knows how hard you worked for this and he also knows what failure tastes like

not afraid to make an actual fool out of himself if it'll make you laugh and cheer you up, even if momentarily because he hates to see you frown over anything

not the best with words but his flustered bumbling is more sincere than any pre-prepared speech could be and it makes you feel so much better about your failures

if retaking them is an option, lando will totally encourage you to do so and, if it costs money to retake them, he'll pay that cost for you because he knows what you're capable of and he wants you to be happy

charles leclerc:

charles hates seeing you so upset but also he totally understands why you feel so stressed out about failing because he hates it too

will go above and beyond in making you a delightful dinner and a sweet dessert to try and take your mind off of the failures

he's very sweet and knows exactly what to say to cheer you up and any time he catches you being miserable, he somehow manages to say another uniquely supportive thing to make you feel better

charles will encourage you to retake them if you can/motivate you if you have to, but if you decide that you wanna change paths, he's also not gonna stop you from doing that because as long as you're happy, so is he

polyamorous!lando x charles:

these two together are not gonna let you dwell on your sadness and your failures for very long because with charles' soft sweetness and lando's chaotic support, you physically can't

they'll clear their schedules for a whole day and dedicate it to you - you wanna have takeaway for every single meal? that's okay! you wanna go shopping? charles & lando have their cards ready! you just wanna curl up in bed and sleep or watch movies? lando & charles are right there with you!

any drivers or staff members who have gone through schooling or university and have failed exams/courses will be asked to speak to you or send advice because, at the end of the day, failed exams don't mean your stupid or incapable and charles & lando wanna make sure you know that

will support whatever path you choose to take - you wanna retake and try and nail them next time? charles & lando will help in any way they can. you wanna abandon them and try something else? they'll be cheering you on. you need them to just hold and support you whilst you re-jig your life? they've got you!

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[teslasucks37]

CW: NSFW under the cut, afab!reader in fem clothing (gn tho cause no pronouns), Dubcon, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, near crying during sex, so much squirting, real sappy shit

A/N: After thousands of years… It’s finally completed… All 5k+ words… It’s beautiful…

GL!Charlie x GL!Reader

Over and Over Again

“After such a long wait, the results are finally in!” A jubilant voice reverberated from above, as if through a microphone.

You stirred, grabbing your head instinctively as a slight pain seared through it at the loud sound. Sitting up slowly, you took in your surroundings. A sterile-looking white room, white floors, white walls, white desk, white chair, white bed, white sheets, white pillows. Worst of all, white high-tech cameras in all four corners of the room, much too high for you to reach.

The only thing not pure white besides you was the person next to you.

“Charlie…” You mumbled to yourself, seeing his unconscious body sprawled on the floor, much like you had been. Crawling over to him, you shook his shoulder, earning a groan in response.

The two of you were dressed in white to match the room, him in a tshirt and boxers, you in some kind of lacy nightgown.

But there wasn’t much time to linger on your apparel.

“We asked you, yes you, the viewers, whose story you most wanted to see continue past that heart wrenching final episode!” You glanced up at the sound, seeing it was coming from a loud speaker in the corner.

Squinting and blinking the headache from his skull, Charlie sat up with your help. “What happened?” His eyes widened slightly, straightening his crooked glasses and taking in your face. “We died. I saw you die.” He paused, attempting to remember what exactly had happened. “At least I think…”

“They must have brought us back. I can’t really remember either.” You reached out a hand to him, which he grabbed clumsily. The two of you stood up, hands unclasping as he came to similar conclusions as you about your surroundings.

There was no door, no windows, no way out.

Your memories were a little fuzzy. You could somehow remember the company, very vaguely what they had done to you all, flashes of running from people in masks and an odd wire monster, but nothing else.

Nothing that could help you leave.

“The votes are officially counted, and to no one’s surprise, our fan-favorite pair took home the win by a landslide!” Artificial cheering and clapping filled the room, just before the cameras beeped to life, the previously darkened LEDs changing to red.

Charlie turned to the camera, preparing to shout to it in frustration, but his mouth was quickly covered by your hand.

His eyebrows furrowed, before he caught your eye and quickly mellowed out.

“We shouldn’t tip them off that we remember.” You whisper to him, glancing at the cameras watching the both of you.

Who knows what they would do if they knew? Brainwash you again? Or maybe just kill you and be done with it all, starting again with new contestants.

He sighed through your hand, nodding in agreement before you uncover his mouth.

Neither of you were willing to take the chance and find out.

“We know you all have been waiting for a long time for this, so we’ve prepared a cheeky little after dark special for our wonderful premium viewers that want a little more BANG for their buck...”

The laugh track rang loud over the speaker.

His eyes went wide as he turned to you with a whisper. “You don’t think they mean…” He glanced at the bed, then at each of your attires. “Isn’t there usually some kind of intimacy coordinator for this kinda thing?” He breathed the joke out nervously, not wanting to say it too loud for the cameras to catch.

You exhaled, which almost could have been a chuckle if the two of you weren’t trapped in a bedroom being told to have sex in front of millions of people.

He was nervous. Charlie always joked when he was nervous. But you just couldn’t seem to remember how you knew that.

Charlie was a fellow contestant, player, co-star, whatever it could be called when you were on a show that brainwashed you against your will.

You pushed your hair back with a hand as you turned away from him, casing the room once more. “Just… Let me think.”

Along the wall was a large bolted down vent next to the speaker.

It looked large enough to crawl through, maybe…

“Aw, it looks like our contestants are being a little camera shy. But don’t worry, we have just the thing prepared if they don’t get to it!” The voice hissed out insistently.

“Shit...” You didn’t want to find out what exactly that meant. Turning and grabbing Charlie’s face, you pulled him into a hasty kiss.

His hands shot your hips, before pulling away slightly. “Woah, I… I’m not against… I just… Maybe right now isn’t-”

“We have to.” You whispered against his lips desperately. “Just stall until I think of something.”

Charlie’s breathing became shallower, his teeth chewing his lip slightly as he glanced down at yours.

Okay, he could do that. He could stall by… Kissing you and… Touching you…

But doing it in front of all the people watching… The company…

The thought made his heart pound.

He moved forward slowly, his soft lips pressed against you with a gentleness that only Charlie could have.

And it didn’t even seem that strange to him, like it was meant to be this way.

His fingers around your hips pulled you closer, rubbing mesmerizing circles into the bone.

He just hoped you would think of something fast.

And you tried, you really did try, but it was so hard to think with his lips slotting with yours.

His mouth kissed down your jaw, to your neck and shoulders, sucking on the skin with a fervor you hadn’t expected from him. Seeming to lean back on its own, your head gave him more room to work on your neck.

God, it just felt so good, so right.

Your eyes fluttered open at the sensation, before flicking to the bed a few feet away.

Maybe you could pry open the vent with a piece of the bed frame? But only if it was metal. You had to get closer. And make it look natural.

“Charlie, the bed.” You leaned closer to mumble in his ear. “I need to check something.”

Charlie paused his teeth on your throat. “What? Oh, yeah.” His breathy whispers sent shivers across your skin as his hands hoisted your partly exposed legs around his hips.

You gasped as he lifted you effortlessly, his muscles flexing against you as he walked you both over to the bed, placing you down gently.

You somehow gathered he was buff, but you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering just how buff he was if he managed to lift you that easily, seemingly without any effort.

You sat up on the bed, propping yourself up with your hands behind you to chase his touch.

Charlie leaned down, reattaching his lips to your shoulder, suckling on your sweet spot and making a light moan fall from your mouth. He stood between your legs, which would have hung slightly over the bed if you hadn’t bent your knees to place the heels of your feet at the corner of the mattress.

Charlie tried not to look down toward between your legs, not wanting to invade your privacy, despite his hands sliding up your thighs, the fabric of your nightgown bunching in his hands.

“You just, feel so… Right, if that makes sense...” Charlie mumbled against your skin in a hushed tone, something for just the two of you to know. Not the unwanted viewers.

His words sent a shot of arousal down your spine, spiraling into your core.

You felt your pussy flutter around nothing. “Fuck…”

You wanted him so badly. It snuck up on you. You were able to ignore it when he wasn’t touching you and saying all these confusing things. But when his fingers grazed over your inner thighs and his hips had to stop themselves from bucking against you, a delicious hardness bulging in his boxers and pressing against your leg, you just couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“Keep going, Charlie.” You plead, your fingers threading through the hairs at the base of his neck. “We should… Hah~” His teeth scraped against your neck at your grip on his hair, forcing a moan from your mouth. “Keep going~”

Charlie had to practically tear his lips away from you, pulling off his shirt and knocking his glasses slightly off kilter, immediately going to readjust them.

His chest was chiseled, abs strong and defined, biceps bulk with muscle.

He looked so fucking strong. How had he managed to get so strong in this place?

His action must have been based on instinct, due to the light flushing that overtook his cheeks when he realized what he’d just done. Exposing himself to you in a way he’d never done before.

But when he saw the way you were licking your lips, practically drooling over his body, he grinned lightly.

You must have been staring a little to long, because when you stopping admiring his body, his hips were pressed against yours, Charlie’s erection now hard enough to stand straight in the restrictive clothing of the white boxers.

The man in front of you glanced up bashfully. “Do you really want me to…” Charlie gulped, his clothed tip pressed against your clit through your white cotton panties.

You nod, needing more time, but mostly just wanting him inside you. “It’s okay, Char.”

He just couldn’t help himself, not when you were spread out so perfectly for him. Not when you were saying just how okay it was for him to do what he wanted. Not when your perfect lips uttered out that nickname for him.

“I want you to.” You didn’t even need to play it up for the camera anymore, the desire burning in your core being enough to warrant your actions. You grip the hem of the nightgown you were placed in, rolling it up your body and revealing more and more skin to Charlie as well as the other viewers.

He watched with heavy eyelids, hunger and heat taking over his gaze. “Yeah?” The way he said it could have come off as rhetorical, as dirty talk, but the way he said it, like he desperately needed it to be true, was almost his way of asking if it was real. Praying that it was real.

“Yeah.” You nodded, biting your lip as you pull the rest of the fabric over your head and onto the floor. Your tits spilled out, the soft skin being cupped by Charlie’s hands almost instantly.

His thumbed the peaks of your nipples, hardening in the cold air of the room before being warmed by his touch. “Holy shit…”

You grinned wolfishly at an awe stricken expression falling upon his face.

On a mission to keep kissing him, you reached up a hand to touch his body, pulling yourself up with his waist to not fall back completely.

Charlie took advantage of your unsteadiness, practically growling like a god damn predator as he lifted you and threw you back further onto the bed. He crawled over you, licking his teeth and brushing his hands all over your bare upper body.

Your waist, your stomach, your tits, your neck, and then back down again.

You never would have thought that Charlie, sweet, funny, a little bit awkward Charlie, would have you on a bed like this, dripping and begging for him.

He hooked his fingers in the panties you wore, sliding them down your thighs and lifting your legs to pull them off.

Before your legs fell completely, Charlie caught them, ducking under one to put both on his shoulders, examining what was between them with a hunger in his eyes you’d never seen before.

At least, not that you could remember…

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me…” He was panting just from the sight of you, swiping a fingertip through your folds, before bringing it up to his lips to taste. His mouth contorted around his finger for just a moment, savoring the taste, then pulled it out of his mouth. “And you taste so damn good…”

You whined at his teasing touch, reaching for his boxers and tugging them down to get to the thick length you felt so intimately against your thigh earlier through the fabric.

The sight of him above you, watching you squirm with heavy eyelids, made you need to squirm even more.

He smirked at your eagerness, pulling his boxers the rest of the way down and lifting his legs while doing so, shifting forward so the backs of your knees were on his shoulders, and the thick muscle of his cock slapped against your pelvis.

It was so fucking big, because of course Charlie was massive.

Just another thing you would have never expected from him.

His cock was so pretty, too.

A pretty pink tip that was drooling everywhere, almost leaking pre-cum onto your skin. His shaft that had a slight upward curve to it, his hardness almost seeming painful. A few veins that ran down the side of it as it twitched in neglect. Charlie watched himself for a moment, admiring the view of it thick and heavy on your stomach.

“Please…” You whined at the sight, so close to where you needed him.

Charlie pulled his bottom lip into his mouth with his teeth as he maneuvered his tip to notch against your pussy.

He just couldn’t help himself.

The two of you sighed, bordering on whimpers, as his cock slipped past your folds and inside your gummy walls.

You pulsed around him, making Charlie’s face contort in a way you’d never seen before. He was so overwhelmed with the feeling of you, having you surround him like this, in a way he’d probably never experienced before.

“So perfect. Like you were made to fit around my cock.” Charlie mumbled out, almost sounding in disbelief at the feeling of you around him as he slowly began to rock in and out.

“Yes~” You sighed, whether in agreement of his naughty words, or in approval of the feeling of him bottoming out inside you repeatedly, you weren’t sure. “More~”

Charlie’s head fell forward, his voice shaking in desire. “Yeah? More?”

You nodded, before dissolving into a moaning mess as his hips began snapping against your ass faster, harder, deeper. “Oh, fuck!”

You could feel his tip kissing your cervix, over and over, his fists tangled in the sheets next to you.

Charlie’s hair swished with his momentum, groans and pants falling from his slightly kiss-swollen lips.

You could feel every inch of his length, welcoming him inside like he was fucking home.

The feeling of all those eyes watching Charlie slide his cock in and out of you was invigorating, embarrassing, intoxicating.

The way the camera moved every so slightly with this thrusts had you gripping his muscular arms, veins bulging to make room for the thick meat of them. You wanted to bite into it, feel his arms wrap around your throat as he fucked you.

But looking down to where you were connected to watch his abs flex as he pumped inside you and his face contort in pleasure was a good enough view.

“Feels so good…” Charlie groaned out, his hands shifting from gripping the sheets desperately to gripping your thighs.

Surely enough to leave bruises, but the hazy and pleasure-coated thought delighted you. The idea of him leaving marks for everyone at the company to see, everyone watching to see, it made your pussy flutter around him.

Fuck it felt so good, so overwhelming, so fucking good. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You felt yourself shaking in pleasure.

The idea of everyone watching him fold you in half and fuck you, everyone watching you cum around him, made your back arch up into him as you let out a moan, not caring who could hear as you came.

Charlie’s lips surged to yours, the quivering of your walls making him groan as you squirt around him, the stretch of your thighs pinching slightly and prolonging your pleasure even further.

Your cum splashes against his abdomen, dripping down his thighs and your own.

As your high retreats, he pulls away and gazes into your eyes, seeing his own reflection in them. The only place he would ever want to or care to see himself, from your perspective.

He slows his hips between your trembling legs just to look at you, analyzing every detail of your face.

But his eyes narrow slightly, before the both of you gasp.

Suddenly a vision overtakes you, a memory from before. A visage of you inside a cabin, scolding a Charlie covered in slime. A thick Brooklyn accent falling from your lips as you wag your finger at him. “Every week you bring home some freak human to cook for you, when I’m off working my ass off to provide for this damn house!” You point to the person standing next to him, clad in a mask that covered half of their face. You prattled on about watching the kids, how their no-good father was a horrible influence on them.

You felt docile, utterly complacent in fulfilling your role. It’s all you knew. This was your real life.

But you could also feel in your heart that the fight was meant to be comedic. To make someone laugh. And despite a frown, the fondness in Charlie’s eyes, whether it was his character, or the actor behind his character, or even the real person behind both, shined brighter than any animosity.

The worn ring on your left hand as you pointed and shouted made your mind race. Spotting Charlie with a matching one on his own left hand, you remembered your feelings for him, good and bad, some regarding his character, some not.

You were then thrusted into a later version of that self, crying over your dead husband’s goopy remains. You shouted and cried out and cursed the name of whoever had killed him. But then, almost like a switch was flipped, you began to clean up the room wordlessly. Items were scattered across the floor, just something you had to do.

And then it became just another thing that happened in your life. The feelings toward this Charlie and the one in the white room with you melded and became the same. The feelings you were scripted with felt just as real as the feelings that weren’t.

More visions pushed into your mind.

The company had done a trivia show, having Charlie as the announcer, always finding subtle ways to flirt with you. You had been certain that any remarks beyond the first few were not pushed out by the company.

They’d come up with an escape room program, Charlie being strapped to a table where people rummaged around his slime-like insides to find special items. You hadn’t even been kept in the same room but when he was wheeled into the main room, you instantly felt more at ease, though at the time you couldn’t explain why.

There had been a dating show, completely unscripted minus a few forced drama inclusions, always involving Austin in some way. You remembered you and Charlie’s confession to each other, your first date, your first kiss. The two of you had been together since the first few episodes, only ending when the show itself was cancelled, despite constant attempts from others at unnecessary relationship drama.

Hundreds, maybe thousands of versions of yourself flashed across your mind, the visions seeming so clear and then passing like a distant, but no longer foggy memory.

And in every single version of yourself, Charlie was there. One way or another, he was always with you.

And then your vision became a shot one of yourself ripping a pair of headphones off of Charlie, snapping him out of whatever kind of control he’d been put under. The look of relief on his face as he saw you melted your heart instantly.

The scene changed to a shot later that day of you running with Charlie and that same person from the cabin, all much more lucid than before, for the first time ever. The three of you managed to barricade yourselves in some kind of survivalist store in the mall. Your eye caught a compound bow, next to a small quiver of six arrows. You grabbed it, slinging it over your shoulder as Charlie strapped a bullet-proof vest over his light green shirt.

“You know how to use that?” Ranboo asked as they grabbed a knife from a case. The third, who you now remembered in the present was dead. Really dead.

Your lips thinned in slight recognition, analyzing it like an old friend from long ago. “I think so…”

Another shot of the three of you running, you shooting arrows into the heads of people in masks, wires and oil spilling out. So much blood, death. The lives of your friends. And another was going to become lost right in front of you.

The three of you had found a horizontal layout of the cabin. What had seemed so real was just a three-walled set on a broadcasting channel.

And the thing that that been chasing you finally caught up.

“Charlie!” You screamed, the large TV monster overtaking him and bludgeoning him as he wailed, shouting to Ranboo to get to the shut-down button through his pain.

“Go, Ran.” Tears streamed down your face as you grabbed at your quiver, only to find it empty. Your eyes narrowed at the large monster as it stood above Charlie, leaving him to die slowly.

“But-”

Gripping your bow with both hands, you sized up the giant monster. It hummed sadistically, making your body instinctively shrink in front of it.

You had to do something to slow it down.

Reeling back, you struck the wires with the curve of the bow, unplugging some of them in the process. The monster staggered slightly as you continued to beat it’s exposed wiring in the only way possible. You roared in anger, fueled with revenge for Charlie, and stabbed the bow into its already-shattered TV face.

You turned to face Ranboo, who was still standing there, a dumbfounded look on their face.

“Just go!” You panted in exhaustion, your heart stopping as a pain shot through your stomach. Some kind of sharp and twisted metal had been unfurled from the monster, and pierced through you.

You gasped in pain, a gurgle coming out from below you. Charlie, his chest beaten and bloodied, his mouth expelling red down the side, cried out for you in the only way he could.

The monster dragged the sword from you, simply turning and retreating back to the shadows as you fell to the floor next to the man you loved.

Ranboo turned after that, sprinting as masks suddenly emerged from every corner, thundering past the two of you on the floor to catch the one going for the button.

There was some kind of sickly sweet irony to it all.

Your first ever moments of lucidity were being ripped away, but as you looked into Charlie’s slowly glazing over eyes, you knew everything would be okay, no matter where you ended up after this.

Your connection had prevailed over life and death thousands of times. You would just simply do it again.

The two of you reached for each other, being only inches apart before you lost consciousness, dying within the walls of the company once again.

And like a TV channel cutting out, your vision returned to you, Charlie above you with a look in his eyes that said he’d seen the same things as you.

The two of you had been together, going through everything for years. Finding each other, being reset, only to do it over and over again. Sometimes being scripted to be in love, sometimes coming to it naturally. One of the only constants in a reality that was always changing.

His eyes softened to a warm and revering gaze, both of your eyes becoming misty as you smiled weakly at him.

You and Charlie were a part of each other, both intertwined into your individual beings eternally.

And the only tangible thing was the two of you in this moment, holding each other.

Grasping the back of his neck, you pulled him into a kiss.

Charlie’s cock twitched inside you at the contact, reminding the two of you just what exactly you’d been doing before remembering everything.

He grinned against your lips, beginning to pull out, before you brought your legs down and locked them around his waist, dragging him back inside.

The motion made you both whimper as he bottomed out inside you once more.

“Don’t stop~” You pleaded into his mouth with a newfound vigor.

For every moment you’d spent with him, the two of you had never gotten to do this. Might as well make the most of it…

“Fuck…” Charlie sighed, rolling his hips up into you even deeper with the wetness of your previous orgasm, if it was even possible. “God, of course you feel so right, you’re mine.”

Your heart soared at his words, his forehead coming to lean against your own, his real presence with you once again.

“I’m yours~” You whimpered, his pelvis brushing your clit ever so slightly.

Lifting your knees back to his shoulders, he returned his grip to your legs. He was practically on top of you, pressing your thighs to your abdomen with his waist in an attempt to go deeper, be closer.

The soft and shy Charlie that you were used to was completely overtaken by lust, now only a man deprived of the person he’d loved for years, lifetimes, their body finally in his hands, at his mercy.

“Fuuuuck...” Charlie mumbled out, leaning back slightly to watch his cock move in and out of you, your heat stretching around him so obediently. “So pretty…” He spread your folds slightly with two fingers, getting a closer look as he slid in and out.

You moved a hand from his arm to his waist, pulling him in faster. “Charlie…” You trailed off, wanting more, needing more.

He chuckled at your pitiful attempt, moving the fingers spreading you to rub pressured circles into your clit.

“Mmm~” Your back arched into him, an arm wrapping around his back to desperately bring him closer.

Fuck, his fingers felt so good coupled with his dick in you.

Your nails dug into the skin of his back, raking down his flesh as Charlie’s lips parted to release the loudest shuddering moan you’d ever heard from him.

You don’t even have the time to appreciate the sound as his hips begin pounding into you.

“Fuck, please do that again.” He whines, bringing his whole torso down to shove his face into your neck, his glasses knocking against your cheek for a moment.

You could barely comply, moaning wildly as his hands wrapped around your hips to pull you onto him even harder. Your arms flailed until you reached his back, gripping and slashing and slipping and clawing all over the taught muscles.

Charlie panted and moaned next to your ear, suckling on the skin of your neck as his big arms were stuffed between your sweaty bodies.

The two of you were pressed together, moaning and writhing and at the complete mercy of each other.

Slapping sounds and the smell of sex filled the room. He felt so big inside of you, especially when you were so close.

You could feel yourself coming undone, beginning to shake beneath him, your throat tightening, before crying out as you came around him again.

Your cum sprayed out against his pelvis, pooling on your abdomen and soaking the bed. It was fucking everywhere.

“Oh, yeah~” Charlie shakily moaned, nipping at the skin on your shoulder, before lifting his head to kiss you.

His bruising pace didn’t halt for a second, if anything he went faster, thrusting wildly as he pulled back from the kiss.

You breathed together, your lips inches apart as he used you to chase his own release. His glasses fogged up from the sheer heat his body was radiating. “I love you…” Charlie groaned into your mouth, babbling desperately. “I’ve always fucking loved you~”

You couldn’t hold back a large smile, yet unable to push any words from your lips.

His eyes were completely glazed over with love, lust, completion, everything you both felt in that moment. But it was blocked as his eyes fluttered closed, his forehead retreating into your neck as his body twitched. His pelvis slammed against yours with a final slap, twitching and spasming as he painted your insides.

You could feel the twitching of his cock, the sensation filling you with pride.

Charlie practically collapsed onto you, trembling and moaning lowly, as the aftershocks of his orgasm subsided.

The two of you simply layed there, the reality of your situation beginning to set back in slowly.

In an attempt to sit up with the large man on top of you, your hand bushed against something under the pillow, the foggy bliss clearing quicker at the feeling of something metal on your fingertips.

Following your hand under the pillow, Charlie lifting his head to see.

He looked completely fucked out, his hair tussled and ragged, his glasses slightly crooked on his nose, his face flushed and damp with sweat.

You smirked at the sight, nearly getting distracted by just how beautiful your soulmate was.

Because he really was your soulmate, in every meaning you could think of.

“Don’t go yet, folks! We still have a multitude of fun games for our wonderful couple, and we’re gonna be asking you for suggestions!” The loud speaker blared, making Charlie cringe at the sound.

You pulled out the metal box, seeing some kind of futuristic TV remote with two buttons, a red circle and a green square. Glancing at the cameras, whose LEDs all were a steady red, you pointed the remote at one and clicked the circular button.

The hum of the cameras came to a sudden stop, every single one of their LEDs turning back to an empty grey.

“Hey, where did you-” The voice cut out, also seemingly shut off by the remote.

“Huh…” Charlie breathed out, his voice raspy from all of the sounds he’d released just minutes ago. He glanced around to see every camera had indeed turned off.

You experimentally pressed the square button, jolting as the vent in the corner fell off the wall, making a loud clanging sound.

Charlie quickly pulled you close at the sudden noise, before seeing the vent on the floor and letting go, breathing out a sigh of relief.

The thought of finally being free after so long seemed almost too good to be true, but you had to try.

“Come on.” You shot up, causing Charlie to sit up and slip out of you with a shudder.

He leaned over the bed, tossing the nightgown you’d peeled off earlier to you before grabbing his own clothes.

As you scrambled up you shivered, feeling the remnants of your union drip down your thighs.

“Shit…” Charlie mumbled out appreciatively after putting on his shirt, staring at your thighs.

You turned to him and his head snapped to the floor, trying to act like he hadn’t been looking. A small smile spread across your face as you caught a glimpse of the red marks streaking down his back from your nails, before you pulled on the nightgown. You slipped on the panties, feeling the wet mess leaking out of you. Waddling to the wall, you narrowed your eyes at the small light coming out of the vent.

Sunlight.

Charlie pulled up the boxers, walking over to you to look over the vent, making sure it looked safe from your point of view. He slipped his hand into yours, intertwining your hands with a squeeze.

“I’ve always loved you too, Char.” You pressed a quick kiss to his lips, feeling him smile against you, before tossing the remote control to the floor. “Now, let’s get the hell out of here.”

[scrumptiousstuffs]

Hey anon here

I know I will be sounding very stupid here and as much as I love being a delulu fan but I know how the bl industry works and as for a fact the entire entertainment Business for that matter, it's about engagement and fan services, I saw almost all the couples of gmmtv put stories about their dates and how they celebrated their valantine with each other but then realistically speaking I know for a fact most of it was fan service coz no way each cp in a company is dating each other so what's your take on this whole thing, also I'm not saying they are faking it or something like if some of them are dating then that's really good but all of them it's hard to believe

Also I'm a firstkhao fan and well as much as I wanted them to post something just to feed my delulu but then they didn't and that's so them and how many chances do you think of them dating two different people is true as I saw on fan speaking about it and I know it was for fun but then why not it's their Life after all and we are just fans who live them together

Hi anon.

So, I’m not going to say I know much about how CPs and the entertainment business work.

However, I think you are right in saying that most official CPs (and even some who are not - like Kapook and Ciize!! 😉) put up some sort of photoshoots or coupl-y type of activities (either going for dinner/sunset dates or making reels of giving each other beautiful bouquet of flower etc.) are doing a level of fanservice - be it for the fans to squeal over, promoting their upcoming series or to attract engagement to better their work prospects.

But I also feel most of these CPs are genuine friends in real-life and for them, doing these sorts of activities are fun for them. After all, you get to hang out with a close friend whom you cherish, even if you have to put up a photo (or 2) +/- video reels on your social media as an “obligatory post.”

What I do feel somehow sad for the CPs are when fans (+ media outlets) keep asking insistently “what are your plans with so and so?” - I’m pretty sure JoongDunk got asked multiple times these questions leading up to Valentine’s Day. And then asked again during their recent work event on 14/02/25 - what their Valentine’s dinner plan is? What gifts did the boys buy each other? How do you guys show each other your love? (Or something to that effect) - cause I saw Dunk (to his credit he was very professional), answering that Joong’s way to show love is by physical affection while he showed his by cooking/baking with Joong always the first one to taste his food.

Maybe I’m in the minority, but my personal opinion - if the CPs want to tell us, they can do so without anyone else badgering them about it through their social media posts at their own time and choosing.

As for FirstKhaotung (they are also my OTP 😂anon!!!)…I admit I was puzzled when the fans are disappointed about the lack of “Valentine updates” from them.

Firstly, both boys wished the fans “Happy Valentine’s Day” on Twitter (even if First was trolling us with a picture of P’Tha in the middle of him and Khaotung 🤣)

Secondly, both boys posted IG updates of them wishing the other Valentine’s Day with song choices that I could only interpret as love confession to each other… 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Thirdly, are we all that surprised the boys don’t put up videos/pictures of them giving each other flowers/chocolates? (Or doing couple photoshoots?) - I get the feeling they are just happily nesting in Khaotung’s brand new house with 3 fur babies around them while playing video games after perhaps brunch/lunch + shopping together (cause let’s be honest, that will be their version of a perfect Valentine’s Day).

So , Iike you anon - I am not surprised by the minimal Valentine posts/photos from them (in fact, I was pleasantly shocked the IG posts from them happened at all - which led me into more delulu land hahah)

As for them actually dating another person 🤷🏽‍♀️…who knows. If/when it happens, I’ll cheer them on. However, all I know is that whoever is dating First/Khaotung, will actually be dating them as a set rather than one person 😂. My head canon is that F/K going on a date with someone, and the bestie who is NOT on that date will just tag along anyway 🤸 …

[robotic-maid]

I’m gonna vent in the tags but I promise I’m chill

[youreyeson1y]

never thought i'd hear chk chk boom be played at our school field on the speakers but we gone done it lol

[hauntingblue]

Last arcane episode ever..... here we fucking go....

[catcatb0y]

I ran out of tag... (It's mostly like two things that end up becoming annoyingly intertwined the more the series goes on). He was only powerful when it was convenient to the power scaling, which led to him being constantly put in otherwise intensely traumatizing victim situations solely to spur the main character into saving him no matter the cost. Which normally would have only furthered his unrealistic inferiority complex (and also his fear of weakness as well as distaste for weak people given how many people VICTIM BLAMED HIM, which you'd think would only confirm his fucking bias??) which OOPS was made into a... realistic inferiority complex?? Somehow solely to show that the MC somehow managed to grow past the underdog he never fucking was, and since the fans adored this, that became his only character! Yeah, somehow THAT was his big character growth...

He went from a complex, morally grey character to UwU empty ship fodder, and the fans of the series ate it up SO much that one of the main villains (one of the only people who genuinely acknowledged the strength and horrible treatment of my silly guy) telling him 'You're useless actually, I just want to kill you to make that other kid sad lol-' is seen as his PEAK. That. That's his peak. That's the "good ol days" the shipdom romantacizes. A villain poking at his weakness and deepest insecurity is somehow the canonizing moment of the ship (and it doesn't even happen, MC gets mad at his best friend's death for three seconds and then effortlessly kicks the villain's ass, as like the shittiest cherry on top) < it only gets worse from there!

I was also a shipper back in the day, and, in hindsight, I really should have seen the whole shitshow coming, but unfortunately I went on to dedicate six years to this hyperfixation that continues to haunt me three years after I attempted to quit the fandom cold turkey. It didn't even work.

reblog this with one canon thing you dislike / think is flawed about your blorbo and/or the way they were written

[sugoroo]

warnings. fem!reader, oral (f receiving), face-sitting, ruined orgasm, satoru gojo is his own warning, 18+ minors dni.

thinking about absolutely insufferable boyfriend satoru gojo who always ruins your incoming orgasms by saying the corniest, most unserious things during sex.

picture him splayed across the bed, messy white locks stuck to his forehead with sweat and uncovered cerulean eyes clouded over with lust as you slowly lower yourself onto his awaiting mouth.

"mhm, that's it, baby," he's cooing, pale hands snaking around your thighs to help you stay upright as he impatiently pulls your pliant body down quicker onto his face. "sit riiight here."

and you're letting off a surprised squeak when he barely gives you a single moment to adjust to the new position before his full, grinning lips are planting a wet, obnoxious kiss right against your sappy folds.

"toru!" you giggle involuntarily, hips wriggling against his face as he continues placing such shameless, sloppy pecks against your sensitive skin — he's acting like a horny teenager making out with a girl for the first time, except in this case the girl is your pussy.

satoru's stupidly dopey smile never fades as he takes in your reactions to his ministrations, each whine and cute laugh just encouraging him to act even more ridiculous.

so he's flicking out his freakishly long tongue, gifting you with little kitten licks that are just barely enough to make your insides tingle but not enough to give you any real sense of pleasure.

and you rock against his face in search of the friction he knows you so desperately need, brows pinched in frustration and lower lip pushed out into an unconscious pout.

"aww, is this not enough for my pretty girl?" satoru chuckles, feigning obliviousness as he watches you restlessly grind into him — he just can't help that he loves seeing you like this, all needy and annoyed with his teasing.

"y-you know it's not," you grumble out, aiming what you hope is perceived as a scolding glare down at him as your fruitless wriggling slowly comes to a halt. "come on... please, toru?"

"now there's the magic word i was waiting for!" he cheers overdramatically, like a proud parent complimenting their child for finally using their manners like they were taught.

you roll your eyes in exasperation, but the action quickly morphs into one of them rolling backwards in pleasure when satoru finally drags his tongue properly through your sticky folds.

and you're rambling out various breathless 'thank you's, pent-up body relaxing onto his mouth as he begins to eat you out like he would've been doing from the beginning if he didn't enjoy making you work for it so much.

he's so unbelievably good at it too, wet lips peppering loving kisses against your cunt before he delves that lengthy tongue inside of your fluttering hole, effortlessly reaching your sweet spot without even having to try.

and you both know it's not long before you're going to fall apart, the thrust of the wet muscle in and out of you and the frequent pauses he takes to suck your puffy clit into his hot mouth just too delicious.

but just when you begin to feel that familiar feeling rising in the depths of your stomach, the metaphorical string of pleasure coiled tight and ready to snap at any moment, satoru just has to spoil it.

"yeahh, can tell you're close, baby." he groans into your pussy, the rumbling vibrations only adding to the colourful sensations coursing through your veins. "gonna cum for me?"

and you're nodding furiously, not even bothering to attempt to speak because there's no doubt in your mind that the words would end up sounding completely incomprehensible.

"mhm? gonna cum all over the strongest's face?" satoru adds in an exaggeratedly loud and sarcastic moan, the ridiculously corny words somehow managing to break through the fragile glass of your incoming orgasm, shattering it into a million pitiful pieces right before your eyes.

"g-god. why are you like this, gojo?" you groan in frustration, the haze of pleasure slowly but surely evaporating from your mind and leaving only a pathetic feeling of emptiness lingering in its place.

satoru just smirks smugly, shrugging as if he doesn't have a single care in the world and flicking his tongue back out to clear your glistening juices away from his lips. "like what?"

scowling in annoyance, you waste no time in swatting his hands away from your thighs and lifting your shaky hips away from his soaked face, rolling off of him and searching around the bedcovers for your panties.

"w-wait, baby, where are you going?" he mutters hurriedly, his entire face draining of all its colour as he watches you preparing to leave — it would almost be laughable how quickly he can go from teasing to pathetic in mere moments if you weren't so pissed off with him right now.

"to find someone who doesn't say shit like that when i'm about to cum." you state simply, tugging your underwear back up your legs before making a show of heading towards the bedroom door.

satoru is scrambling off of the mattress in seconds, almost tripping over himself in his determination to stop you in your tracks. "no, don't go, pretty girl! i was just joking around— h-hey... i'll make you cum as many times as you want if you stay, promise!"

...and that's the story of how you finally made your insufferable boyfriend satoru gojo learn his lesson.

© 2024 SUGOROO. please don't copy or translate any of my works without my explicit permission. all rights are reserved to me.

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[crows-of-buckets]

I think romancing Lucanis as a crow is specifically fun bc like.

Imagine you're one of the other talons. Some whelp fucks up a mission to get rid of the antaam, and yet for some reason Viago doesn't kill them (you know he has a soft spot for that crow, his little protege, but you don't mention it. They're out of the way, that's all that matters right now). You go on with your life.

The First Talon dies. You and the other talons gather to watch one of her grandchildren take her place (you never did think Illario would end up in her shoes. He somehow managed to prove you wrong). Suddenly this Crow who fucked up that one job busts in with Lucanis "demon of Vyrantium" dellamorte with them. The two of them take down Illario (they work together so smoothly, like they've done it all their lives. Lucanis threatens to kill Illario over hurting them. You hear Teia cheering them on. You're too busy killing venatori to think about it). Afterwards, the previous first talon whom you thought was DEAD walks in, and names Lucanis first talon. Instead of making his own decision on what to do with his cousin, Lucanis asks the de riva crow what he needs to do?? And listens to what they have to say??

Okay weird. It's whatever, maybe they have good advice (you doubt it. They REALLY fucked up that job). You later find out that Lucanis took a job for them, and you explain his weird behavior away with that. You move on with your life.

Fast forward a few months, Lucanis Dellamorte has killed a god. So has Rook de Riva, the little shit who fucked up the job??? They also possibly killed/tricked/convinced ANOTHER god?

At some gathering of the talons you make a joke about someone needing to assassinate them before their ego gets too big. Suddenly you have not one, but THREE talons threatening to take you out. Viago and Teia you can kind of understand, but Lucanis??? This is where you find out that APPARENTLY Lucanis and rook are a thing. You just threatened the first talon's partner TO HIS FACE.

This random little asshole from house de Riva has THREE different talons wrapped around their finger. Do you know how jarring that has to be for the other talons??? It's so funny to me idk. Rook de Riva and their murder of talons

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: nsfw, dubcon, yandere, omegaverse, forced/accidental bonding, subjugation

♡ part one

♡ fem reader

Once you wake up in the morning, you feel… changed.

Your body feels full—as though you’d indulged too much last night—heavy and sticky and sore all over. There’s a strange taste in your mouth—sweet, somewhat salty, and metallic. Geez, you’re head’s pounding—how much did you drink last night? No, this feels different from a hangover—more full-bodied than that—a withdrawal of some kind or another. You must have done more at the party than drink, and yet, you can’t remember having stayed there all that long. No, you left with someone. That’s right. You went with… that overgrown Omega.

Oh no.

“Good morning, sleepyhead!”

He comes in only wearing a pair of snug boxers—body stacked with brawn, not a single hint of Omega-like softness aside from his tousled bed hair. There’s a big toothy smile on his face—eyes are creased in cheer while carrying an overfull breakfast tray. You know you’re hungry, and yet you can’t bring yourself to feel anything but sick to your stomach by the horrid sight of his flaunted neck, decorated by a gory ring of your bitemark.

No. No, no, no, no, no! Fuck! “Tell me that’s not what I think it is…”

He laughs lightly with an awkward smile, apologetically scratching the back of his neck while balancing the tray in the other hand. “I’m afraid so…”

The world stops spinning, and for a moment, you think it might actually never start up again. Your throat snares, and you think you might throw up. How the fuck could this happen?

He sets the tray down next to you, then himself. The whole bed takes waves upon his weight. You remain still—eyes unrest and mouth hung.

“Hey, I know this might not be what we had planned, but…” he starts.

But you don’t let him finish before declaring, “I’ll take full responsibility.”

There’s nothing else to do, you think. The red string of fate has tied the two of you together. It’s sealed.

“There is no going back now.”

His face expresses shock, but if you’d taken a closer look, he’d probably not be able to hide it—the overwhelming sensation of victory. Oh, bless your Alpha pride. He knew you would say that.

He smiles softly. “I’m in your care then.”

It’s a work in progress after that—slow in the beginning, but that’s to be expected. You never pegged yourself to be the type who got caught up in the unmendable mistakes of a one-night stand, but then here you were—mated with a stranger, moving into his apartment because it’s bigger and closer to work, sharing the same bed and eating the same meals and helping each other through one another’s ruts and heats.

He's still no closer to being your type. In fact, he’s the total opposite—too giant to give you even a semblance worth of superiority over him. A couple of days ago, when he’d been searching for the remote in the couch you were lying on, he’d taken to pick you up instead of just asking you to move. It was completely humiliating. He’s so brazen, and it’s starting to become clear he’s doing it all on purpose!

He doesn’t get fussy when you state your claim of being the one on top—no, but what he does instead is somehow worse, going along with it with snide praise, grinning up at you, his big hands weighing heavy on your haunches as you roll them, calling you his good girl. It seems to humor him how it angers you—chuckling behind your hands as you layer them both atop his mouth, growling at him to “Shut up!”

No, he doesn’t mind letting you take charge. He rather enjoys the view of watching you ride—working so hard to appease him while he rests pretty and admires your body—all soft edges and plush curves. You tire quickly, though—poor thing, why don’t you leave the rest to him?

You had rejected it the first few times he’d offered. Your bruised pride simply wouldn’t have it—you’d rather you both stop than let him finish you off. But a couple more nights and you’d quicker come around than either of you expected—perhaps worn down by his constant nagging or simply fed up with your own failure—you let him assist by bouncing you on his lap.

You wouldn’t admit it to his face, never, but you’d enjoyed it far more than you could have ever thought…

Thankfully, your face in and of its own glory told him all he needed to know. It didn’t take long before he’d taken full advantage of it, nor for you to begin allowing it without being asked. Soon you were letting him fuck you against the wall, making the entire room shake—wall creaking and shelves rattling, pictures falling down. You hold your tongue and hold on tightly, arms and legs wrapped around him—moaning sweetly right by his ear. Fuck, you even bite him again.

As time passed, you came around to indulging more and more of his antics. Letting him fuck you from behind—hard and heavy and deep—thrusting into you while grappling your waist. You even go down on all fours when he does it—digging your claws into the sheets.

Lying belly-up beneath him still makes you feel nervous—and slightly ashamed—almost convinced something’s wrong with you for liking it. And yet you can’t help it. You know any other Omega wouldn’t fuck you like this. They wouldn’t have the stamina, the drive, or the desire. Not like him, who does it all like it’s his nature even when it shouldn’t be.

Guess you’re both freaks.

♡ BNHA – Deku, Kirishima, Hawks, Amajiki ♡ JJK – Gojo, Geto ♡ HQ – Kuro, Oikawa, Miya twins, Tendou ♡ BLLK – Reo, Nagi, Bachira, Isagi ♡ DS – Doma ♡ WB – Suo, Togame

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[arts-and-drafts]

I decided to start compiling speech patterns and such for the Hermits I watch the most, because being a fic writer is hard sometimes 😭 then I thought “why not share it here?”

so here’s my very rough analysis of my most viewed Hermits, this is just what I’ve managed to gather so please don’t call me out for what I’m missing

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Scar

Rarely stutters in normal speech. Maybe pauses if he’s started a sentence and doesn’t know where it’s going, but he doesn’t tend to trail off unless something interrupts his train of thought

Stutters a LOT when he’s startled. Also makes ‘hoo!’ noises repeatedly before he finds his words

Lays on the charm THICK when he’s trying to convince someone over literally anything; compliments their looks, their handiwork, and then pitches his proposition in smooth segue. Not one to entertain haggling though (however he DOES do a ‘look if you’ll pay full price I’ll throw in xyz’ thing). King of upselling even the most mundane things.

His tone is cheerful most of the time, no matter what he’s saying. He’ll actually often say very disturbing things with a light voice (ex. when discussing how to retaliate ie “what should we do about him?” “we could kill him! :)”)

Builds and locations somehow are always capitalized in his voice?? Like he says them differently. I can’t really explain it (when he talks about Aqua Town or Scarland or The Big Dig)

Literally has an evil laugh when he thinks of a way to prank someone or mess with people

Hums in thought quite often, and uses “huh!” quite often when confused or finding out something new (Mostly with redstone)

His farewell is almost always “Byeeee, have a great time!” even if the conversation he left was not a pleasant one. I’m almost certain he does this in tense situations just to get under other people’s skin and really push how unbothered he is

Doesn’t tend to insult people, the farthest he’ll take it is backhanded compliments

That said he is not afraid to outright threaten (“I will murder them.”)

References media a lot, both for concepts for builds and in speech (ie his greeting “Well hello there!” is from Star Wars)

Number one exclamation is “Sweet Baby Jellie!”

(More under the cut!)

Grian

Cold opens, both in videos and conversations (rarely says “hello, how are you, etc” when encountering someone, but he does say farewells/‘thank you’s)

Likes to sneak up on people and scare them if he realizes they haven’t noticed him yet, usually does so by getting real close and then yelling (“HEY!”/“HI!”/“WHAT’S THAT?”)

Uses the name of whoever he’s talking to pretty often while speaking to them (“Well, Mumbo, you never know”/“So, Scar, as you can see here-“), same goes for often addressing his audience (“you all”/“you lot”/“you guys”)

Usually pretty focused (when he wants to be) but oftentimes takes a minute to laugh at things he notices in the natural environment (An accidental face in a build, a mob in a strange place, etc)

Takes the lead in a conversation if nobody is the clear leader, but generally only speaks when spoken to if someone else has risen to that spot

Clarifies instructions after something is explained, both to his viewers and to anyone he’s grouped up with (most often seen in the Life Series)

Uses “Pardon?!”/“Beg your pardon?!” most often when surprised or startled (he’s very British), also sometimes uses “Sorry??”

Things are way more funny to him when he’s tired

Deadpans a lot in conversation ie “why not do xyz?” “Well because we’ll horrifically die 😑“

This man is allergic to committing to the bit unless he’s the one that initiated it

Not one to sugarcoat (“how is it?” “well to be honest it’s miserable”)

Number one exclamation is “WHAT?!” (though he often uses “oh my GOODNESS” quite a bit)

Mumbo

The start of nearly every episode is almost a pitch, does the same when bringing up an idea to others (“I have this idea”/“I was thinking”/“I noticed” etc)

Often laughs a little at himself when he speaks

Also often brings up how inexperienced/unqualified he thinks he is with literally any task he’s doing

Gets very distracted with the smallest things

Uses similes a lot when trying to describe a concept (“I’m thinking a this-type thing”/“Something like a [xyz]”/“Imagine like a [thing]”)

His voice gets higher when he’s startled or panicking

A very vocal thinker, which makes sense because he’s a MC Youtuber, but he also just. Seems to think out loud regardless

Comments a lot on the feel of things (“Oh this feels menacing”/“This looks like it’d mess you up”/“This makes it feel very intimidating”), often with building

Extremely modest. However will celebrate when he does something right in redstone/building (“YES! Oh my days, that took forever”)

Once and a while will have a rare banter moment with people he’s comfortable with (ie teasing and making fun)

Related to above, he gets very giggly when he’s hanging out with people he’s familiar with (Grian and Scar most often, but also Iskall)

Number one exclamation is “What on earth?!”

Joel

Greets people most often with “How you doing [name]?”/“How are ya [name]?”

He’s very northern. He often leaves out words in his sentences bc that’s just the way his dialect is (“What you doin’?” vs “What are you doing?”)

Says his th’s like f’s (“somefing”/“nofing”/“finking”) ((Stress also does this))

His jokes/teasing are very deadpan (“I made you this extra thing, because you’re trash at this”)

Actually gives gifts of resources very often, and always leaves it with a little note and signs his name

His voice gets higher pitched when he’s defensive/being extremely cheeky but other than that his tone rarely changes

This man. Flirts so much. If any other person initiates even the slightest of flirty banter he takes that and dials it to eleven I cannot believe this is a straight married man sometimes

Joel commits to the bit 100% of the time (slightly related to above), unless of course it’s jokes about his height

Makes a point to compliment himself if he gets the chance (words most often used are “handsome” “strong” and “humble”, as well as comments about his muscles and physique)

Insults his enemies diminutively (“look at you down there, tiny idiot”/“You’re wrong and also weak”) ((seen most often in Empires SMP)

His most often used insult is “idiot”

When he’s flustered/frustrated he uses “bloody” a lot (ie “bloody heck” or “this bloody thing” (loves to toe the PG line), also uses “blooming” (“bloomin’ heck”)

Most often used exclamation is also “WHAT?!”

Bdubs

Opens videos very jovially, talks almost like a radio host

Breaks down his builds down to the block, spends a lot of time discussing his block pallet choices and giving tips while he builds

Uses the affirmation “sure enough” a lot, and often addresses himself as “Ol’ Bdubs”

Talks affectionately about other hermits often (“[name], the absolute sweetheart, left me some materials”, “[name], you angel!”)

Adding to above, “angel” or “sweet angel” seems to be his most often used affectionate terms

Switches on a dime, though, if he gets offended (which of course causes others to poke fun at him even more)

Calls mobs “stupid” a lot when they don’t do what he wants (but takes it back if he says it to one of his horses ex. “Come here, stupid—wonderful, I mean, beautiful”)

THIS MAN IS THE #1 HORSE ENJOYER. He gets a horse first thing every season and rides it everywhere, and they’re always a focal point of his theme or builds in some regard

Pauses whatever he’s doing to sleep as soon as it’s possible, and gets very antsy if he can’t do it for some reason (“One moment, time to shreep!”)

Related to above, EVERYONE messes with him if he’s trying to sleep in their presence ie breaking his bed over and over, and he gets increasingly more frustrated when it happens

Rarely is soft spoken or quiet, he projects his voice and uses a lot of emphasis in his tone

Either straight up screams (and peaks the mic 😭) if he’s startled or scared, or yells “oh my GOODNESS!!”

Number one exclamation is “HEY!”

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

How you reward the JJK men after they won their game

Tags: JJK men x fem!Reader, sports au, college au, smut, mention of mental health, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, oral sex (male receiving), heavy exhibitionism, dirty talk, use pet names, mdni

Incl - Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Choso, Toji, Sukuna

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SATORU

“Fuck baby, that’s it…” Your large sweaty boyfriend pants underneath you. His hands are firmly wrapped around your hips, guiding your movements up and down his massive shaft.

The music and loud chatter from the after party is still raging on down stairs. Your college football team had managed to win the homecoming game against their rival team. It was a close game ending in 45-42. Your team had managed to kick a field goal as a last ditch effort to not go into overtime for a tiebreaker.

The party would soon be looking for the star quarterback to cheer him on, but little did they know he was too busy getting his fill of your pretty cunt.

The bed creaked beneath you two, and the air was filled with soft pants and hushed moans. Satoru was always on such a high after winning games like that. This was your second round. He barely got you through the door before he started on the first, taking you right up against the door — fast and hard to get the adrenaline out.

Now, it was time for the big celebration. “Sh-shit… so big, Toru. I-I can’t take it!!” You whined, but you and Satoru both knew that if he even thought about stopping right now, you’d probably cry from frustration.

The sound of skin slapping against skin was somehow heard over the blaring music. His shaft was coated in a thin slippery sheen of your arousal, easily impaling you over and over on his thick length.

“You can.. oh fuck- you can take it, sweets. Take it for me, yeah?” His pale blue eyes shined up at you as his skin was flushed. His white feathery hair was messily displayed on his head. He was always such a mess for you. “Just like thaat~ take it like a good girl. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

You were nearly drooling from his filthy words. Satoru was always so chatty when he was getting close, and judging by the way his swollen tip was frantically diving in and out of you and how his hands were holding onto you, jerking you around with little concern — he’s very close.

Satoru removed one of his hands to gently rub tight circles onto your sensitive clit. “Let me fill you up. Please — just one more time. Fuck, one more time of me filling up my girl’s pussy.”

Your head was spinning. How could you say no to that when your whole body was consumed in pleasure by him? Satoru could ask you to do whatever in that moment, and you’d happily agree.

“Yes.. fuck yes, please Toru..”

With the mention of your little nickname, Satoru lets out a groan, and his length pulses inside your spongy walls, pumping you full of his cum. It’s a mere seconds later before you’re spasming on top of him — gasping for air as you clench down on his length.

You two take a moment to sober up in each other’s arms — panting for breath and whispering loving words of praise. “You looked good out there tonight.” You murmured dreamily into his chest.

“Aren’t you suppose to say I did good?” Satoru asks with a small laugh. His hand is entangled in your hair, gently rubbing your scalp as he softens inside you.

“Eh. Same thing.” You respond with a happy laugh. It’s not long after that someone is pounding on the bedroom door — telling you two to take a break so they can celebrate Satoru’s victory.

SUGURU

“Mmm, sh-shit, sweetheart.. Gonna make me cum early if you keep that up..” Suguru groans as his oversized veiny hand holds a tight grip on your hair.

There was something so exhilarating about sucking your boyfriend off in the locker room after every basketball game he won. Any of his teammates could walk in right now and see you on your knees in front of him, his back pressed against the cold metal lockers as he guides your head slowly up and down his length.

He’d let his teammates watch too if they walked in. You’re so pretty when you’re in your element. It’s truly a sight to behold, and he doesn’t mind giving his teammates a little morale boost by watching his pretty girlfriend giving him head.

He’d break their hand and put them out of a career if they tried to touch you though.

His eyes are fixated on you. He always gives you such a loving look while you work hard on your knees for him. He knows you’re trying so hard to fit all of him in your throat, but he’s just too big.

With every whine and gag, Suguru growls in approval. His hand continues petting your head. “That’s right… Gag on me, sweetheart. Doin’ such a good fucking job." He pants, leaning his head back against the locker.

He can't help but slowly pump his hips back and forth, forcing himself further down your throat because he loves seeing the tears that gather in your eyes. He loves seeing how completely ruined you are after sucking him off.

You look up at him with such a pitiful look he can't help but shove your head down as far as your throat will let him, and he unloads completely down your throat. He lets out breathy moans and growls as his cock twitches, spurting ribbon after ribbon of cum.

"Good girl." He praises huskily before yanking your head back so he can press his lips to yours, hungrily seeking out your taste.

Before you know it, Geto has you bridal style in his arms. "Just you wait, sweetheart. I'll return the favor once we're back in my dorm." He teases with a smug grin on his face. If you performance wasn't enough to motivate him to win each game, your thighs wrapped around his head definitely was.

NANAMI

The first time Kento took you to the press box after having won a game and railed you until you couldn't think anymore was out of sheer convenience and adrenaline.

Now? It was more of a tradition. You don't even know why the school trusted him with the keys to the press box, but you didn't question it.

Your boyfriend was normally so gentle and doting. The only time you got to see this more rough, primal side to him was after a big win, and Nanami's team just won the game needed to make the championship game.

"Mmmph... you feel so g-good, darling." He enunciates his praise with open mouth kisses to your neck. His hands have yours pinned above your head as he has your back laid out on the control desk. Your pretty white skirt was hiked up to your waist, and he was stood between your legs.

Your hands try helplessly to grab at the desk, but his thrusts were too heavy for you to grab onto anything. The wood creaked beneath each brutal movement. Your legs were already trembling, and he had just started.

The sounds of wet slapping noises filled the press box. Luckily, no one was in the stadium right now, or they'd see their star baseball player filling up his pretty girlfriend so full right now. If either one of you pressed the mic accidentally, the speakers would blare from the sounds of your whines and lovemaking.

"K-ken~!" You whimper as your body squirms beneath his, trying to find the smallest bit of refuge from his heavy cock bullying its way between your velvety walls, thumping obscenely against your womb.

He releases your hands with a small grunt, grabbing onto your hips to try and keep you still. His muscles ripple with each forceful thrust. He just has all this energy after his games that he has to release somehow, and this wasn't enough.

"Fucking... come here." He suddenly demands before grabbing you up and lifting you effortlessly off the desk. There's nowhere for you to run off to anymore. Soon, the entire rhythm is set by how fast and hard he can yank your body up and down his cock.

You're quickly reduced to a whiny puddle in his arms, only able to stutter out his name followed by various curses. His hips quickly jackhammer into you, pistoning deeper than he ever has before.

You can't even choke out a single word before you're spasming all over his cock. Your walls clamp down impossibly tighter around him like a vice, causing him to groan in satisfaction.

"Thaaat's it~ That's a good girl. Shh, I have you." Kento purrs in your ear, still fucking you through your orgasm to prolong your pleasure as much as he can. Soon, he could feel his balls tightening, demanding that he empty himself into you. "I'm gonna cum, sweet girl. You... you're gonna take it, right?" He pants.

One frantic nod and a pitiful hum of affirmation later, and Nanami's pulling you down onto his cock as hard as he can, making you take him as deeply as possible whit his cock pumps you full to the brim of his hot sticky cum.

"Did so good for me.." He praises as he presses a sweet kiss to your temple. "You're a work of art, darling."

CHOSO

"Cho, you were amazing out there!" You happily praised your boyfriend as he carried you in his arms. You knew he never stuck around long after games, figuring it was just in his introverted to want to leave so soon.

"Mhm.." He shakily hums, cradling you closely to his chest as he was on a mission: get you back to his dorm as soon as possible.

"Are you okay, baby?" You ask in a concerned tone, hoping he wasn't having another panic attack like he did after that one game.

Sometimes the adrenaline of winning and the concept of having everyone's eyes on him was too much for him to handle. He was beyond lucky to always have either you or Yuji by his side to talk him down from whatever had triggered his panic disorder.

"I'm okay." He hoarsely whispered. No, it wasn't anxiety that had him nearly trembling while carrying you. It was something else entirely.

*** *** ***

"You said I did good, right?" He huskily whispered as he pawed at your pants. He had you trapped beneath him on his bed. The room was dark, only warmly illuminated by a small bedside lamp. The scent of Choso's cologne as well as the natural musk from sweat was heavy in the air between you two.

"Yes, baby. You did so good." You hummed in agreement as your heart pounded against your ribcage. There was something off about Choso tonight. His nervous yet assertive energy had you feeling on edge.

"I deserve a reward then, right?" He asks, slowly tugging down your pants. He holds your gaze, looking for any sign of hesitancy or discomfort.

"I-" You weren't opposed to what he was suggesting, but honest, you were just taken aback. Your normally sweet and loving boyfriend was trying his best to be almost condescending towards you. "What are you wanting as a reward, Cho?"

Now, it's Choso's turn to nervously gulp. He's sweating even more now -- so incredibly nervous to directly tell you what he wants more than anything in the world right now.

"I want you to sit on my face." He finally blurts out like ripping off a Band-Aid.

"You want me... to sit on your face... as a reward?" You question.

He eagerly nods, looking like an excited puppy.

You can barely get out the word 'okay' before he's tugging his hair out of the messy buns he had it in. His strong arms grab ahold of you and roll to where he's on his back, and you're straddling his chest.

He's put a lot of thought into this. In fact, he's fucked his fist more times than he can count to the thought of you riding his face, using him for your pleasure.

"Cho- my p-panties aren't even off!" You squirm to release yourself from his grip, but he just hauls you up closer to his face.

"Leave them." He demands lowly, looking up at you with lust-blown dark eyes.

... and that's how you end up marathon cumming on your boyfriend's face more times than you can count... as a reward for him.

TOJI

Win or lose, Toji bends you over and fucks you hard and fast in the penalty box after every hockey game.

Even if his team won the game, he still usually has so much pent up aggression to where he needs to let out some steam, and your pretty pussy is the perfect punching bag for his cock.

"T-toji-! Slow down-" You choke out in a whine. Your cheek is pressed up against the glass as his hands are wrapped around your waist, completely ravaging you from behind. You can feel your tears smearing against the penalty box, and your legs are starting to tremble. It's hard enough trying not to slide around on the ice.

Toji was seething. He had sat a good portion of the game in the penalty box for fighting one of the opposing players.

Apparently, the opposing team had a little strategy to get the best hockey player, Toji, out of the game, which included goading him about his pretty little girlfriend.

Not surprisingly, Toji was quick to take the bait and nearly tried to stomp on the fucker who dared to utter your name.

"You want me to slow down?" He laughs as his hips continue their frantic rampage. "You don't like it when I'm mean to you? Don't be a liar, girl. Your fucking pussy's trying to clamp down on me. 'm starting to think she won't ever let me go."

And the worst part is, he's right. You're uncontrollably fluttering around him, leaking all around his cock and even dribbling onto the ice because your body loves how rough he is.

You're crying now out of sheer pleasure and overstimulation, unable to even choke out a response. Luckily for you, your boyfriend isn't a complete monster, and he hunches over your back, wrapping his big thick arms around you so you don't have to worry about slipping and falling.

"Answer me, girl." He grunts, using his new position to pinch on one of your nipples. "You love this shit, don't you? Say it."

"I love it-!" You cry out, allowing yourself to be free and vulnerable in the moment with him where no one else can hear you. "I love you-" You add as you don't have the mental capacity to hold yourself back.

The sudden warmth of your confession has Toji's hips stuttering. For once in his life, he's off balance. In a quick movement, Toji sits down on the bench, and he slams you right back down onto his lap, his cock impaling you on your way down.

"I'm gonna ruin you, doll." He growls into your ear, wrapping a hand around your throat as he pins your back to his chest. His hips rock back and forth, still pumping you so full. "You're mine -- mine to ruin. I fucking love you."

He came to the realization of his own feelings when he was ready to risk it all - his place on the team, his hockey scholarship, his freedom over some sad sack of shit who spoke your name in a foul way.

SUKUNA

Sukuna’s a little deviant when it comes to his rewards.. As soon as the kicker scores the last field goal needed for his team to win, Sukuna is charging out to the stands with a face of stone.

People literally make way for him, terrified of the way he looks. Plus, they all saw what a monster he was out on the field. It doesn’t take a genius to know not to fuck with him.

The only person who doesn’t move or dodge him is you. You give him the biggest hug, wrapping your arms around his neck and praising him for how well he did out on the field tonight. I mean, he only crushed three peoples’ ribs tonight. He was learning how to control his temper.

He doesn’t respond to your praise, only giving you a grunt before he unceremoniously slings you over his shoulder. He’s come to claim his prize of the night.

No one notices you two slip off into the darkness of the night — far away from the Friday night lights. Sukuna carries you out to where some random person’s car is parked, and he can’t resist himself anymore.

It’ll be a while before anyone makes it out to their cars anyways.

Bending you over the hood, you quickly start to protest and squirm, whining about how you will be caught, but Sukuna doesn’t seem to be listening.

“Be good.” He demands in a low grumble as his oversized fingers hook into your waistband, pulling your shorts and panties down around your knees in one tug.

“Sukuna-“ You plead once more, but as soon as his fat fingers swipe across your cunt, gathering your arousal, you know you’re done for.

“Hm? What is it?” He asks with obvious amusement. He finds it cute how you still deny liking being manhandled, but your pretty glistening pussy says otherwise.

“We can get in serious-“ Your breath hitches as his fingers delve inside, slotting right between your warm velvet walls. He’s already filling you up so good, you can’t even find your words anymore.

Sukuna just smirks, knowing he has you where he wants you. You’re so addicted to his touch, you’re willing to slut yourself out on the hood of some stranger’s car for him.

He’s convinced now. You were tailor made just for him. No one will complete him the way you do, and even if they did, Sukuna would end them just to find you again.

He pumps his fingers in and out of your slippery cunt while keeping his other hand firmly planted between your shoulder blades, forcing your face down onto the cool metal of the car beneath you.

His hips roll and grind against your backside, letting you feel his raging erection through the tight spandex pants of his uniform.

He’s working you so perfectly, curling his fingers just the right way and thrusting them so hard he’s practically lifting you up just by his fingers in your cunt. You’re nearly drooling against the car, letting out the most erotic sounds as you can’t be bothered to care anymore.

The pleasure builds and builds, and you start to hear voices in the distance. For whatever reason, it only heightens the experience.

“Come on. Give it to me.” Sukuna growls as he pushed his hips harder against your ass. “Give me what I want.”

“Suku-“ Your cry is quickly interrupted by Sukuna shoving his fingers into your mouth. His other hand is pounding your g-spot to no abandon, making fat tears well in your eyes.

He’s leaking gossamers of pre-cum in his pants, and he growls from the thought of making you lick it up later. For now, he’s going to indulge ruining you against this stranger’s car.

The voices grow a bit louder, and it all becomes so much. You cry out against Sukuna’s fingers as you feel yourself clamp down on his fingers, and the sound of water hitting the ground is heard as your release washes over you.

“Did you just- Fuck me..” He groans, seeing now as your clothes are soaked, and you even managed to get some on the car.

He withdraws quickly, knowing he’s running out of time, and he bends over, pulling your now soaked panties and shorts up over your waist. He makes sure to fasten your shorts before he throws you over his shoulder again to haul you to his dorm room.

“You’re going to do that for me again as soon as we’re home, flower.”

[pureomi]

˚୨୧⋆｡🍓˚ she see money all around me, i look like i'm the man

includes: itoshi sae x fem! reader. 0.8k wc. fluff.

a/n: provider sae, we all cheered !! inspired by that one tiktok trend lol

not much grabs itoshi sae's attention, so you have to get creative.

"sae, i can't help pay rent this month." even though he doesn't glance away from the computer screen, the twitch on his face is obvious. the furrowed brows, his fingers coming to a halt on the keyboard, the imaginary question mark brewing over his head—all of it subtle but still priceless.

to be fair, he doesn't even recall being this confused when his parents agreed to send him abroad at the ripe age of thirteen—that too, all by himself!

for someone as strict as itoshi sae, he should receive an award for how quickly he paused his work to simply process whatever the fuck just came out of your mouth. "you can't, what?" he finally says, still keeping his gaze focused on the screen.

this is harder than you thought. not the pranking part; the holding in your laughter part. you somehow manage to keep it in for the sake of the bit.

"yeah, i just don't have the money to help you pay our rent this month," you continue, further emphasizing your dilemma (knowing damn well it doesn’t exist) awaiting his reaction.

but of course, your prank backfires spectacularly. the dramatic reaction you were hoping for? nowhere to be found. instead, he just crosses his arms and finally turns his chair to stare at you like you're the ridiculous one in this scenario. sae leans back in his chair, letting linger another one of those infuriatingly calm looks that make you want to simultaneously throw something at him and admire how annoyingly composed he is. "i know?" he claimed, neutrally, with a quirk of his brow like...duhh?

he continued, not even trying to be offensive, just merely stating the facts he has gathered living with you over the years. "when have you ever paid rent?"

…why would you?

he’s suddenly wondering if, overnight, you forgot you’re itoshi sae’s girl. hell, he doesn’t even let you pay for something as little as webtoon coins—hence why he made sure his card info was saved on your phone. rent was too far of a stretch to claim, even as a joke, and you know this too.

with how adamant sae is, the world could collapse before he let you contribute a single penny.

but damn, did that make it make it hard for you to continue this act.

you open your mouth to say something, anything, to salvage the prank, but your brain is running on a blank slate. "i mean," you clear your throat, trying to recover. "it’s about the…principle? you know, of financial responsibility and, um—" sae tilts his head, looking wholly unimpressed. "do you even know how much rent is?" your mouth opens. closes. he waits. you scramble. "well, yeah, of course, i—" "how much?" he asks, deadpan. your lips part, but the number? nowhere to be found. you had not, at any point in your life, thought to ask. sae quirks a brow, clearly entertained by your pathetic attempt to keep going. he rests his chin in his palm, watching you struggle with the kind of calm that makes it painfully obvious he’s enjoying this. "you were saying?" he prompts, his voice laced with amusement. you huff, cheeks growing warm. "forget it. you ruined it." but before you can even sulk properly, sae reaches forward and hooks an arm around your waist, pulling you in with zero effort. a yelp escapes you as he shifts you into his lap, securing you there with both arms now locked around you. your heart does this stupid little thing where it stumbles over itself because you can feel the warmth of his body, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, and—oh god—the way his lips are ridiculously close to your ear. "did i? or did you just get caught?" he murmurs, voice low and entirely too smug. "you—!" your hands instinctively grab onto his shoulders, trying to put some space between you two, but he doesn't let you. if anything, he picks you up to place you fully against his chest. "go on, finish your little act," he challenges, lips curling into a smirk. you glare at him, ignoring the rapid pounding of your heart. "i hate you." "yeah?" his voice is a quiet hum, teasing, daring you to keep going. "i guess that’s what i get for absolutely spoiling the shit out of my girlfriend." you pout, trying to look annoyed, but your resistance fades as you sink into his arms.

instead of staying smug, sae softens his grip just a little, his tone becoming more serious. "i take care of what’s mine, so don’t bother pulling tricks on me before you empty my bank account."

"do you understand?" he continues, his voice low and steady as he presses a gentle kiss to your temple. the softness of the gesture contrasts with the firmness of his words, leaving you to wonder how he always manages to make you this flustered every time. all you can do is just nod, giving in to the fact that your boyfriend is a rich snob who always gets his way—one you’re completely obsessed with, no less. seriously, what are you gonna do with him? 🤍