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sunderwight · 1 year ago

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AU where there's no system (or a decidedly less restrictive one) and Shen Yuan transmigrates into an OC rogue cultivator before the start of the novel, and decides he's gonna steal the protagonist before Luo Binghe even gets to Cang Qiong.

The logic is sound -- he'll keep Luo Binghe from experiencing neglect and abuse at Shen Qingqiu's hands, raise him away from the pressure of the sects and the likelihood that anyone else might find out about his heritage and try to harm him over it, keep him fully away from the Immortal Alliance Conference, and then Luo Binghe's course will change trajectory because he'll have no reason to want revenge against the world and no access to Xin Mo. Shen Yuan will be able to spare Luo Binghe some suffering and possibly survive in a world less subject to the harrowing whims of a half-mad tyrannical overlord. Win-win!

However, the tricky bit is that he's not sure exactly how far ahead of the novel he is, and also Airplane didn't specify where Luo Binghe grew up. This means that Luo Binghe could be any age younger than twelve and in any number of places along or near to the Luo river.

Shen Yuan decides he's going to approach this by pretending he is looking for the long-lost son of his sister, traveling through the likeliest areas, asking after abandoned children who might fit the protagonist's description. It's a long shot, he knows, and he's mostly relying on the existence of Narrative Destiny. But eventually he is directed by several people towards a particular city, which is not as close to the river as he'd have expected Luo Binghe to grow up, but then again he only knows that was where baby Binghe was found, not where the washerwoman who took him in ultimately lived.

It becomes clear to him, though, that he's been sent to the wrong target. But also why he's been sent astray is apparent in nearly the same breath, because among the slave children living in this area is a little boy who could be his much younger clone.

Seriously, this kid looks just like him! Or, well, close enough. He looks a lot like Shen Yuan's actual nieces and nephews from his past life. It's uncanny.

Also, because of his search, the slave kids get wind of what he's looking for (his long-lost nephew) pretty quick. The boy with the obvious resemblance to him greets Shen Yuan's own assessment with wary cynicism, but he's just a little boy. So it's not difficult to notice the way he's also practically vibrating with hopefulness, half-hiding behind a protective older kid and looking at Shen Yuan with big dark eyes like he expects to be rescued or destroyed with whatever he has to say next.

Shen Yuan has a big problem now. He just knows that if he says something like "actually no this boy is too old to be my nephew" or whatever other excuse, no one will believe him, and also this poor kid is going to be permanently scarred by it. He's going to think Shen Yuan is lying just so that he can reject him. On top of that, he's not in a good situation here. None of these children are even remotely well cared-for.

Shen Yuan's rogue cultivator self isn't rich on the level of being like a wealthy sect leader or anything, but he's made some money since transmigrating by doing random cultivator jobs and quests along the way here. He uses it all to purchase two little slave boys (Do Not Separate), then takes another job and uses that coin to acquire a somewhat rundown manor which used to belong to the local gentry. The Qiu family (rings some bells but that's not exactly an uncommon name) kept it up for a while in case a branch family sprung up in need of a residence, but they've been in decline and the place is downright decrepit, so they had been looking to sell it instead. It's too big for a wandering bachelor like SY to ever need on his own account, but that's sort of the idea. He makes more money taking on cultivator work, at first taking his boys along with him for lack of any alternative. Nerve-wrackingly dangerous! Eventually he hires workers to start restoring the manor, particularly setting up a yard to be a school area, and then starts taking on any freelance jobs he can get in order to steadily buy out the contracts on all the other kids. He gets it nice enough to house and care for as many orphans as he can acquire.

Not because he's a big old softie though!

His story of looking for his nephew is a bust now, since he's apparently "found" the kid. So he's got to change tactics! If he can't find baby Binghe and the washerwoman, the next best approach is to create an opportunity for them to come to him. So once he's got his new household established, he starts offering free lessons to all the local kids. Not just the ones he's taken in, but also any who come by and want to learn some things. It's a tempting setup for anyone who wants their child to get education but can't afford a tutor, and Luo Binghe's mother had been entirely the sort of person who would have packed up and left her situation if there had been an opportunity for it.

On that note, SY also starts hiring single mothers to help look after his new gaggle of children and do the work he doesn't know how to do in these times, like keeping house, laundry, cooking, actually raising kids, etc.

His "little school" is not universally popular. A few groups try and ruin him, because the poverty in the region provides a basis of business for them. The ringleaders of the human traffickers in the area don't want their trade to dry up, even if it means selling all of their merchandise for this round, so when they find out that their underlings let Shen Yuan buy off all the kids they try and intimidate him into returning them (it doesn't go well for them). The Qiu family also isn't thrilled after it becomes clear what he's doing, and get him investigated by the local authorities (read: use their bribed officials and local goons to try and interfere.)

When that doesn't work either the sects get involved, because the Qiu go crying to Huan Hua Palace that Shen Yuan is sketchy and is trying to establish his own sect. So Shen Yuan talks his way around the matter, and frankly the Qiu are small fish even if they're the biggest ones in the local pond, so HHP doesn't care to pursue things much further. (Read: SY could mop the floor with the disciples they sent to investigate him, and it's not worth it to piss off someone this mysterious and powerful just to bully some impoverished children.)

Shen Yuan is appalled by all this bullshit though. Trust the world of PIDW to make it so hard just for a guy to teach some poor kids how to read and do math!

It makes him dig in his heels about it, because he is at heart a stubborn bastard. The fires that once fueled a thousand angry screeds on zhongdian literature site is now aimed at the local magistrate. One of the women he's hired on has some dirt on the Qiu family, which leads SY to dig up some more until he eventually has enough to turn the tables on them. Local officials won't investigate because they've all been bought, but that in and of itself is of some interest to their superiors closer to the palace, and so SY arranges an investigation of his own that goes way further than he thought? Turns out there are some ugly skeletons in the Qiu closets, and the imperial investigator comes down on them hard.

Well, he can't say they didn't have it coming? Though he does feel bad for the children in the family, especially the oldest son, who gets hauled off to jail along with his father. At least the girl is sent to live with relatives. Maybe he should have done more to shield the minors in the situation...?

His kids tell him not to worry about it, though, that apparently young master Qiu was known to run people down in the streets and beat his servants and do other cartoonishly awful things. SY's not sure how much of it is true and how much of it is his little flock of fluffy sheep trying to ease his conscience, though they do all seem to take a lot of vindictive delight in the whole affair. Especially Nephew, who clings to his sleeves and loudly declares that the investigator should have publicly flogged the discredited nobles so that everyone could go watch, and then begs him for sweets as if that wasn't a creepy thing to hear come out of an eight-year-old's mouth. SY just sighs and tells him he can have something good when he finishes his calligraphy practice.

Of course, it's not exactly easy running what is basically an orphanage-slash-school (and maybe a budding sect...?), especially when pretty much all of the kids have been traumatized and faced stuff like rampant dehumanization, food insecurity, abuse, and neglect. Hiring single mothers soon becomes not only a plan to try and lure in Luo Binghe's mom, but an absolute godsend of an idea because SY has no clue WHAT he would do on his own about the discipline issues or emotional breakdowns or acting out that some of the kids get up to once it registers that they're in a safe enough place to unpack their baggage.

Apart from Nephew, SY's favorite kid is the one who came with him, the oldest of the flock of former slave children. He's the big brother of the group, the one who tries his best to look after the others and to not make any trouble himself. But even poor Little Yue is still just a kid who has been through too much, and he also eventually starts having some meltdowns and struggles with processing everything that has happened to him as a vulnerable child in an unkind world.

SY really didn't mean to start a trauma center for mistreated children!

Though, that's still not necessarily a bad thing for Luo Binghe to one day come across, provided he ever actually shows up...

Eventually, Shen Yuan does figure out that he must be ahead even of Luo Binghe's birth, though he still doesn't put together that he's interfered in the scum villain's backstory. Probably something even more amusingly obscure, like the creation year of some random artifact Luo Binghe used in some wife plot or other, tips him off and he mentally throws his hands up in the air. He's got to wait DECADES? Maybe he ought to try and find Luo Binghe's biological parents and just follow them around at this point!

Not that he can, now, though, because he has to make sure no negative IQ villains (who will probably just be cannon fodder for a subplot one day) decide to send goons to literally burn down his orphanage. Also if he's gone for too long his kids get upset. Probably because no one else is as weak to their puppy dog eyes and pleas for treats and toys as he is.

At least it gives him time to shore up his position, and train Nephew and Little Yue more extensively in cultivation. Despite his initial assurances to HHP that he was but a humble orphan wrangler who was only incidentally a cultivator, Shen Yuan does also teach the other kids some basic cultivation exercises. There are a few reasons for that.

One is just the principle of the thing. No, these kids don't all have the potential to become great immortals or anything, but they can still learn some of it and it's good for their health if they do. The only trouble is if they try and push too hard or attempt things beyond their range, and that's a risk with everyone who cultivates. Or even just exercises!

Another reason is that it helps stave off the jealousy that some of the kids have towards those with more cultivation potential. Teaching a lot of the basics all around makes it into just another topic at school. Some kids might not be as good at it as others, but those kids might also be better at math, or memorization, or board games, and while cultivation can open more doors to people as adults, for the children this is generally enough to satisfy their sense of fairness. Or at least reduce outbursts and fights.

Finally, the impression that any of SY's kids might be a cultivator also makes wicked people more reluctant to try and abduct or interfere with them. Cultivators are revered and nearly mythological figures in the public consciousness. It isn't difficult to see why, if even a rogue cultivator NPC like SY* can mop the floor with most random muggers (*Shen Yuan is not a normal rogue cultivator). Not many people want to risk bringing SY's ire down on them, but of those who might chance it if he wasn't around to immediately react, even fewer want to risk that the kids themselves could kick their asses.

Not knowing that only two of the orphans probably could in fact mop the floor with them helps keep all the rest safer, and is more believable when all of them can conduct themselves enough like disciples to fool anyone who doesn't know what to really look for.

Developments that surprise Shen Yuan but wouldn't surprise anyone else who is paying attention:

People start leaving unwanted babies and younger children on his doorstep. Not all the time, but more than once has he had to frantically find wet nurses and worry that he's changed things enough that some fishermen might just randomly drop the protagonist outside his gate, and he wouldn't even know because Binghe would be a literal infant??

Nephew (SJ) and Little Yue (Yue Qi -- only Shen Yuan calls him "Little", especially when he gets taller than SY by the time he's sixteen) are prodigies who get really good at cultivation, really fast, and between that and Shen Yuan's OP skills they completely warp Shen Yuan's ideas for what normal cultivation potential looks like. This would probably cause more problems if he wasn't teaching all the kids how to cultivate anyway, but means his students actually do kinda run the usual range of skills for a small sect.

SJ and YQ swiftly reach the point where they need more advanced equipment than just SY's teaching can provide, if they're going to keep building their skills. Gaining access to certain tools, aids, and materials (like spiritual swords) is a real hurdle though, and usually is for rogue cultivators (one of the major disadvantages of no sect affiliation.) Shen Yuan is hesitant to use stuff from the plot, since it's For Binghe, but he eventually caves and starts going after some things that he doesn't think the future protagonist will miss much. He also ends up buying stuff from HHP, since they're willing to sell things like spiritual tools and weapons if the price is right, whereas most other sects like Cang Qiong reserve them for members only.

They get an invitation to the Immortal Alliance Conference. Not the one where the Abyss opens up, obviously, the one where (originally) Shen Jiu reunited with Yue Qi and killed Wu Yanzi. Shen Yuan debates on going but the boys really want to, and things have calmed down enough that no one's trying to burn down the school whenever he leaves these days, so eventually he figures it'll be interesting to see some of the Cang Qiong characters and should be safe enough if he keeps his disciples close.

They don't run into young Yue Qingyuan or Shen Qingqiu on the trip, but Wu Yanzi does show up and get killed, and SY only hears about it and assumes they just missed all that action. (WYZ just got caught by some senior cultivators who recognized him and killed him to avenge some disciples he murdered.) Nephew and Little Yue do meet young Liu Qingge, Shang Qinghua, Mu Qingfang, and Su Xiyan though! Which gives Shen Yuan the opportunity to tell them all (mostly Su Xiyan) that if they're ever in trouble near his school, they can come to him for help. Hint hint.

This open invitation ends up being accepted broadly by a lot of traveling cultivators after the conference, who from then on treat Shen Yuan's school like a free motel whenever they're passing through. Plenty aren't even people SY met, but it seems his statement was taken as a general one to fellow righteous cultivators all around! Luckily, this has some advantages. Shen Yuan has no qualms running off anyone who tries to take unfair advantage of him or especially his kids or staff, and no shame in conscripting anyone who is decent enough to help teach his students, even if it's nothing to do with cultivating, and somehow word gets around and people start bringing school supplies, medicine, food, or other useful things along with them as gifts to help repay the hospitality. Young Liu Qingge comes by a lot on his way to and from various quests, or even seems to just turn up randomly sometimes (he comes to challenge YQ and SJ to fights), and SY's just like "I guess this is happening now" and teaches him to recognize the early signs of qi deviation and advises strongly against meditating in caves.

At one point a young Shang Qinghua turns up in one of the spare rooms, very obviously hiding an ice demon. Shen Yuan again is just like "I guess this is happening now" and shelters them until Mobei Jun has recovered, and sends a message to Cang Qiong that one of their An Ding caravans was attacked and their disciple is recovering under his roof but isn't well enough to travel yet. Much less stressful situation for Airplane (who is desperately trying to figure out what he did to manifest SJ's benevolent uncle from somewhere???)

Su Xiyan seems like the only person they met at the Immortal Alliance Conference who doesn't turn up at their door in a state of emergency at some point.

A few years later, there is a big scandal involving her and the demon emperor. Su Xiyan disappears, Huan Hua Palace accuses Tianlang Jun of plotting against the righteous sects, and Shen Yuan is even invited to the meeting where they try and rally everyone to go kill Binghe's dad. Naturally, he declines to participate in the witch hunt, but the major sects agree to it. By luck (or narrative fortune) Shen Yuan comes across Zhuzhi Lang on his trip back home, and mentions the ambush and his distaste for it (not knowing who ZZL is). ZZL warns Tianlang Jun and the confrontation goes very differently, especially since there's no Yue Qingyuan wielding Xuan Su.

It doesn't go well for the sects involved. Huan Hua Palace gets decimated. The Old Palace Master gets killed. Shen Yuan is like uhhhh that's... whoops? Didn't Luo Binghe need that in the future?? Fuck.

But the sect isn't wiped out completely, they just take a massive beating. Some of their younger disciples end up leaving and turning up on Shen Yuan's doorstep, for some reason. The manor house is becoming too small to account for all of these foundlings! They have to expand. Though the expansions would be a stretch to term a "palace" they end up occupying a much larger chunk of territory, and even investing in farmland and some storehouses to help support the sect. That's still not really a sect, of course. Even if a lot of the business that would have normally gone to Huan Hua Palace starts coming to them instead. Once HHP is back on its feet the stream will probably dry out. Probably?

Zhuzhi Lang starts hanging around. He's actually looking for Su Xiyan or their baby, dead or alive and per Tianlang Jun's instructions, but he uses Shen Yuan's school as base camp for his kind of hopeless efforts to find any traces of them, while also looking for ways to try and repay Shen Yuan. All the kids are just like "oh great, another weird man has fallen in love with Shizun -- someone go run interference" about it.

Some years later, an older woman and her young son turn up. Shen Yuan's off on a quest at the time, so SJ receives them. As is standard procedure he gives the woman a job and places the boy in classes, after giving him the aptitude tests. The kid is cute and precocious, so SJ uses him to distract YQ while he himself sneaks out to go join LQG on a monster hunt (and claim the valuable parts of the beast's remains for himself), and neither SY nor ZZL notice anything until SY's going over the paperwork for stuff he missed while he was gone. Since he procrastinated, it takes him like a week to find out that Luo Binghe is finally under his roof. He's going over the admission form right when SJ arrives with The New Adorable Child to try and distract SY enough that SY will let him go on a solo hunt -- as far as being distracted goes, it is way more effective than even SJ anticipated.

Then he has to figure out how to let ZZL know, so that ZZL can let Tianlang Jun know, so that Luo Binghe will have more family than just his mom and more resources than just a shabby little not-sect! But even once he figures it out and sets up the dramatic reveal, TLJ is just like "great! so can he just stay with you? he's probably fine there" which... irritates SY.

SJ fully conscripts Luo Binghe as a minion in his many cons. He never lost his street kid conman tactics, although he now uses them less as a ruthless survival tool or weapon and more to just get things to go his own way. LBH has the face and disposition of a little angel, which SJ no longer can pull off as a full grown adult, so he fills a gap. LBH also knows full well what's going, especially since a lot of SJ's tactics involve throwing LBH at SY like a smoke bomb.

Luo Binghe inevitably still develops a big fat crush on SY, so this is fine by him. Especially when he gets older, he starts bringing SY tea and making him breakfast and running his errands until even SJ is like "wait a minute, this little brat's stealing my job!" and by then it's too late. Luo Binghe is SY's personal assistant, the disciple at conman puppydog eyes has surpassed the master! While SJ was busy being like "I'm going to trick this idiot into doing my chores" LBH was going "I'm going to trick this idiot into giving me his job".

SY takes too long to officially name his school so everyone calls it the Shen Sect, much to his embarrassment.

#svsss #scum villain's self saving system #shen qingqiu #shen jiu #scum villain #long post #bingqiu

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debonairprincesposts · 1 month ago

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Boneless Whimsy

Summary: Jason comes home from patrol to find you delirious from exhaustion, flopped on the couch like a limp sack of potatoes. He takes care of you while trying to stifle his amusement. He fails miserably.

Warning(s): Crack? Curse words. Read at your own risk.

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Jason Todd knew something was different the moment he climbed through the window of your shared home after his evening patrol. The usual warm welcome he received – whether it was your bright smile or your playful commentary about his dramatic entrances – was notably absent. Instead, he found you sprawled across the couch in what could only be described as the most boneless position he'd ever witnessed on a living person.

Your limbs were arranged in that particular way that suggested you hadn't so much chosen to lie down as you had simply surrendered to gravity's insistent pull. One arm dangled off the edge of the couch, fingers barely brushing the hardwood floor, while the other was flung dramatically across your face. Your legs were a study in comfortable chaos – one hooked over the back of the couch, the other stretched out along its length.

"Baby?" he called softly, removing his helmet and setting it aside. When your only response was a vague sound that might have been meant to be words but came out more like "mrrghphf," his lips twitched into an amused smile.

As he approached, he noticed more details that painted a clear picture of absolute exhaustion. You were still wearing your work clothes, though they were thoroughly rumpled now. Your shoes lay haphazardly by the couch, as if you'd kicked them off with your last remaining energy before collapsing. Your hair, usually neat even at the end of a long day, was a wild tangle that suggested you'd been running your hands through it repeatedly.

"Long day?" he asked, crouching beside the couch near your head.

You made another indistinct noise, this one slightly more vowel-heavy than the last, and managed to shift your arm just enough to peer at him with one tired eye. "Everything is effort," You mumbled, your voice carrying the particular quality of someone who had completely run out of fucks to give. "Breathing is effort. Existing is effort. I have become one with the couch. The couch and I are now a single entity."

Jason couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out to brush some wayward strands of hair from your face. "That bad, huh?"

"Jason," You said with all the gravity of someone imparting great wisdom, though the effect was somewhat undermined by how you could barely keep your eyes open, "I had to think thoughts today. So many thoughts. All the thoughts. My brain is now soup."

"Brain soup, huh?" He gently ran his fingers through your hair, working out some of the tangles. The way you immediately leaned into his touch, like a tired cat seeking affection, made something warm and protective surge in his chest.

"Mmmhmm," You hummed, eyes fully closing now. "Soup. Tired soup. With extra... tired... in it." Your words were starting to slur slightly, exhaustion clearly winning its battle against coherence.

Jason observed you for a moment, taking in the dark circles under your eyes and the way every muscle in your body seemed to have declared independence from any form of tension. He made a decision.

"Alright, sweets, let's get you somewhere more comfortable." He moved to scoop you up, but your protest was immediate and remarkably articulate given your current state.

"Nooo," You whined, making no actual effort to resist but managing to convey profound disagreement through tone alone. "Moving requires muscles. Muscles are on strike. They've formed a union. They're demanding better working conditions and more naps."

Jason couldn't suppress his laugh this time. Even completely exhausted, you managed to be ridiculously entertaining. "Come on, sweetheart. Bed's more comfortable than the couch."

"The couch is my friend now," You declared with surprising passion for someone who couldn't even open their eyes. "We've bonded. Breaking us apart would be cruel. Inhumane. A tragedy of... of... something tragic."

"The couch will understand," Jason assured you solemnly, though his eyes danced with amusement. He slid one arm under your knees and the other behind your shoulders, lifting you as carefully as if you were made of glass.

You immediately turned your face into his chest, mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like "my hero" but could just as easily have been "warm pillow." Your body was completely limp in his arms, trusting him entirely to keep you safe even in your exhausted state. The implicit trust in that surrender made his heart clench with emotion.

As he carried you to your shared bedroom, you nuzzled closer, one hand weakly grasping at his jacket. "You smell like leather and gunpowder and crime-fighting," You murmured against his chest. "S'nice."

"Pretty sure crime-fighting doesn't have a smell, baby," he responded softly, maneuvering through the doorway with practiced ease.

"Does too. Smells like justice. And leather. Lots of leather." Your words were becoming more spaced out, sleep clearly pulling at your consciousness.

Jason gently laid you on your bed, immediately moving to help you out of your work clothes and into something more comfortable for sleep. You attempted to help but mostly just managed to flop your arms around in what you probably thought was a helpful manner.

"Evil buttons," You declared as he worked on your blouse. "They're conspiring against me. Have been all day. You show 'em, Jay."

"I'll protect you from the evil buttons," he choked back a laugh as he promised with faux seriousness, unable to keep the fondness out of his voice as he helped you into one of his old t-shirts – your preferred sleeping attire.

Once he had you changed and tucked under the covers, he quickly stripped out of his own gear and joined you. You immediately gravitated toward him like a heat-seeking missile, though a very slow and uncoordinated one. You ended up half-sprawled across his chest, face pressed into his neck.

"My hero," You mumbled again, more distinctly this time. "Saving me from buttons and couches and... and thinking thoughts."

"Get some sleep, Angel," he said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Already sleepin’," You protested weakly. "This’s all jus’ ... sleep talkin’. I'm actually... alr’dy..." Your words trailed off into steady, deep breathing, your body somehow managing to become even more relaxed against his.

Jason lay there in the quiet darkness, one hand absently stroking your hair while the other rested protectively across your back. He thought about how you could be so vibrant and dramatic when you wanted to cheer him up, trusted him enough to let him see you at your most vulnerable and exhausted. How you didn't feel the need to maintain any pretenses with him, comfortable enough to just be completely and utterly yourself.

As your warm weight pressed against him and your steady breathing tickled his neck, Jason felt that familiar surge of protective love that you always inspired in him. He tightened his arms around you slightly, earning a contented little sigh from your sleeping form.

"Sweet dreams, baby," he whispered into your hair, letting himself be lulled toward sleep by your peaceful presence and the knowledge that, at least for tonight, he could keep you safe and comfortable while you recharged.

The last thought that crossed his mind before sleep claimed him was that he'd never seen anything quite as endearing as your complete surrender to exhaustion, buttons conspiracy and all.

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saphiccarma · 4 months ago

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Hi! I saw your requests were back to being open so I would love to send in one if that’s not an issue! Could you do a wandanat x reader where Wanda and Natasha are both professors at a university where school and notice she’s slowly getting more and more burnt out and make it their mission to make her relax/ take care of herself. If comfy mommy Wanda and if not that’s fine! Not too dark smut but smut would be great! Yoy don’t have to make this your priority and don’t forget to take care of yourself!

- Overworked 18+

Relationships - Wandanat x Reader

Summary - When your collage proffesors notice you're starting to become burnt out, they take matters into their own hands.

Warnings: Soft dom Wanda, Daddy Nat (barely tho), scissoring, fingering, breast play, bath sex, gentle sex

A/N: I'm so sorry 😭this took me forever to get to , but ngl pretty proud of how it turned out

You could hear Natasha talking in front of the class, her words cutting through the air sharp and clear like a knife through butter. Very few students filled the room, either the unlucky ones or the ones dumb enough to take Natasha's class - Slavic Languages. You were a mix of both. Slavic languages was a class you'd been wanting to take ever since you got accepted into the university, but everyone tried to avoid Natasha at all costs, taking other classes instead.

The paper in front of you was a mix of words that swirled together and blurred into black smudges on the white sheet. Pencil shaking in your hand, you place your other on your wrist in a pathetic attempt to stop the trembling. It was most likely a side affect of the caffeine, as was your pounding heart, another energy drink sitting in your bag. Now you regret your spot in the front of class, just another excuse to be close to your girlfriend, but it made her eyes on you all the more intense.

Sharp green eyes flicked to you every now and then, taking in your messy hair and oversized sweatshirt that hung off your frame. The article of clothing still smelled like Natasha, vanilla and something uniquely her, keeping you somewhat grounded.

As you glanced up from your paper, forcing yourself to look away from the jumble of words, you caught Natasha's eye. She tilted her head subtly, a motion that only you noticed. A slight twitch of her eyebrow voiced the unspoken question, and you gave a small smile in hopes it'll appease her. Ever attentive, her eyes narrowed at the weak tilt of your lips but then a student raised his hand, and she had to leave you be for now.

A sigh of relief leaves your lips and your tired shoulders deflate. Natasha notices, based on the way her gaze flickers to you, but she's too busy answering the question in a sharp tone of voice that indicated it was something stupid to ask. Natasha took zero nonsense, one of the things that made her class so hard to pass, but it was something you loved about her.

Unfortunately, when class came to an end, that ended up backfiring on you. She caught your arm as the rest of the students trailed out. You almost wince at her tight grip before she loosens it, but her expression remains hard, eyebrows knitted together, and lips pursed.

"What's going on with you?" She asks, straight to the point, "Wanda and I have texted you dozens of times this morning and last night, yet you've answered none of them."

There's was a sharp reprimand to her tone that had you shrinking back into yourself, but also an underlying layer of concern that peaked through her rough demeanor. You avert your eyes down, a habit they've been trying to break, and shrug.

"I dunno," you mumble, "Been busy."

"Busy?" Natasha repeats slowly, the word falling off her lips like it's the first time she's heard it. You can tell you said the wrong thing.

Hastily, you try and explain, to backtrack, "I've been caught up with school, like half of my teachers have assigned tests or projects and I dunno, I'm just having to focus on those, but I think I can come over this weekend and-" You weren't aware you were rambling until Natasha huffs out an impatient breath.

There's a long stretch of silence where her thumb simply rubs circles on your shoulder. You can see the gears turning in her head, practically hear them, as she thought out her response. It wasn't often that it took her so long to respond, Natasha was rather quick-witted, so this meant it was either something very simple or something complicated.

"I want you at the house tonight," she commands, her tone leaving no room for argument even as you open your mouth to protest, "5 o'clock sharp for dinner, да?"

You lick your lips, already considering the amount of homework you would have. Then you take in the stern look on Natasha's face and nod with pursed lips and a taught expression. She gives you a small, yet appraising smile in return.

^__________________^

You show up with a backpack slung over your shoulder, your laptop and various textbooks crammed inside as it weighs on your shoulders. The chances of you staying the night were high, almost certain, so you might as well get some work done after dinner.

You don't bother with a knock, picking up the spare key from where you dropped it and unlocking the door with shaky fingers. Fresh spices and peppermint candles drift through the air, both potent smells that you've grown used to. With the winter here, Wanda had taken to lighting peppermint scented candles, something that Natasha fought her on.

Their bickering, playful and light, echoed from the kitchen softly and you smiled. It was something familiar, something that pierced through the foggy cloud in your brain. Dropping your bag by the door, landing with a heavy thump, you meander over to the kitchen, lingering in the doorway for a second.

Wanda notices you first, eyes shining with joy that seem to glow even brighter as she spots you. You meet her halfway, steps hurried, and burrow into her embrace with a tired sigh. She smells like the candles that are lit on the counter and a hit of cinnamon. Her hands curl around your neck, long fingers toying with the short strands at the nape and you relish in her touch.

"How are you?" she murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head. She slips her hand beneath your shirt and beings to scratch the skin underneath, manicured nails dragging up and down lightly. All you give her in response is a content hum.

Her fingers that were around your neck find your chin, tilting it up gently, "Words, дорогой."

"I'm good," you mumble, licking your lips before she rewards you with a soft kiss to your lips, nose brushing against yours. She pulls away, taking her warmth with her, and busies herself in the kitchen once more. Since Natasha was utterly useless at anything but baking, Wanda did most of the cooking between the two of you.

With the loss of Wanda's comfort, you shuffle over to Natasha who's leaning on the counter. The older woman opens her arms without a word, and you burrow your face into her chest. Her chest rumbles as she laughs, a vibration that shoots straight to your heart and makes you melt.

She rests her chin and chats quietly with Wanda, their conversation going right over your head, both literally and figuratively. All you can focus on is the feeling of Natasha's strong arms wrapped around you, the soft fabric of her hoodie that presses against your cheek, her hand that rubs up and down your back in a soothing motion.

In the back of your mind, you know you should work on homework while Wanda finishes dinner, probably some warm Sokovian dish from her childhood, but being safe in your girlfriend's arms was too distracting. You turn your head and place a soft kiss on her neck, meant to just be a gesture of affection. As you do so you catch a glance at the clock, internally groaning. Pressing another kiss to her smooth skin, you extract yourself from her arms and grab your backpack.

Natasha huffs in disappointment but doesn't say anything as you take a seat at the table, pulling your laptop out and setting to work. The chef glances back with a fond smile on her face that quickly turns into a frown as she notices you starting to type on the laptop.

"дорогой, why don't you put the laptop away for now?" She requests softly. It's not a command, not yet at least, but there's a good chance it will turn into one.

"I have homework to do," The keys click slightly beneath your fingers as you start on an essay, the topic rather simple, but that was exactly the problem. You could explain it in just a page, maybe even less if you needed to, but the essay required three pages. Both of the other woman exchange a glance you miss.

Wanda exhales sharply but leaves you be as she continues on dinner. The words come to you slowly, as if you're pulling every single one of them from a pit of quicksand and they weigh a thousand pounds each as you chuck them onto the paper. It was such an easy task yet you were exhausted from working on it for just a few minutes.

You bounce your leg beneath the table, foot tapping on the wooden floor in a rapid movement as you chew on your chapped lips. It's another habit that you've been trying to break but to no avail, especially with the stress of the last few weeks. Your girlfriends cast a worried look in your direction at the sound of your foot hitting the floor and a frustrated exhale.

They had some sort of freaky marriage telepathy, in all honesty you weren't sure, but they seemed to be able to communicate through just words with each other. At times it was annoying and at other times it was convenient for all three of you. Such as now, where you were so focused on your work you didn't even notice.

Faintly, you register Wanda and Natasha bustling about, plating food for themselves and one for you. The words on the document float off the screen ever so slightly and you sigh, shaking your head to clear your sight before starting again.

A plate of food is slide in front of you, chicken coated in an orange sauce that smells heavenly, but you ignore it. After a moment your laptop is snatched away from you.

"Hey!" you protest, snapping your head up and immediately curling in on yourself when you notice Natasha's firm look, daring you to say more. Your next words are mumbled, "Sorry."

She rolls her eyes fondly but jerks her head towards your plate as she sets your laptop on the counter, "Eat."

Wanda slides into the seat next to you, her hand coming to rest on your thigh and rub slow circles as you eat. It's becoming increasingly harder to focus and you can feel your head getting foggy, slipping into a familiar space. The two talk casually through the course of the meal, but your brain keeps switching between shutting down and drifting towards the impending homework assignments.

Shoveling another spoonful of food into your mouth, flavor bursting across your tastebuds and burning the back of your throat slightly. Only half your plate is gone when you stand from the table, carrying it to the sink and gently dumping the rest of the food into the trash. You can feel Wanda's eyes on your back as you pick your laptop, hardly looking at them, and plopping down on the couch.

The essay is waiting for you, daunting as ever and you almost give up and decide to watch a movie. But regardless, it was due tonight, and you only have about half of it done. The scrapping of chairs and the running water as the dishes clink together fill your ears as you hear Wanda and Natasha clean up.

A part of you feels bad for not helping. Glancing back, your heart clenches as you see the two engrossed in domestic bliss, smiling and laughing as they clean up. You swallowed thickly and forced your head to turn away, force your eyes to stop narrowing in on Natash's arms, her ass, her bright smile and Wanda's nose, the way her nose scrunched when she smiled, and her waist.

Eventually you hear the sink shut off, the chatter slow down, and the soft thump of footsteps. You exhale sharply as your train of thought vanishes, brows furrowing in annoyance and nose scrunching. The couch dips under an added weight and Natasha's arm drapes itself over your shoulders.

"What are you working on?" Her voice is a husky whisper that sends shivers. Natasha leans in close, her breath tickling the skin of your ear.

"An essay," you mumble, fingers faltering as her tongue pokes out to trace the shell of your ear. Breath hitching, you turn your head away, a ridiculously hard task, and scooch over. Your girlfriend huffed with both surprise and annoyance.

Wanda entered the living room with two wine glasses, passing one to Natahsa, "Let her work, Natalia."

You didn't notice it then, but there was a light smile on her face and an almost teasing lilt to her voice. Eyes drifting you notice the wine glasses Wanda brought and you perk up a little.

"Do I get one?" you ask hopefully, meeting Wanda's eyes. The auburn-haired woman sits down onto the armchair, her legs folding beneath her elegantly. She raised an eyebrow, face the perfect imitation of unimpressed.

"Are you working on an essay?" At your nod, she smiles sharply, "Then, no, you do not."

You pout, lower lip jutting out and eyes shining with childish desire, but neither phases Wanda. It never did. It was always Natasha who folded first, but even as you turn your gaze towards her, she merely takes a dainty sip of her wine. Puffing air out your mouth you return to your computer.

Time seems to drag on impossibly slow and you can hear the other two women sitting in silence, merely sipping their drinks. You sneak a glance at Natasha. Her thumb is pressed into the spine of a book as she flips the pages every now and then. Stray tresses of hair frame her sharp face, her emerald eyes focused on the book. A worn hoodie hides the curve of her neck, but you can still picture it and how soft it would be between your lips.

A heat curls in your stomach, low and hardly noticeable, and you force yourself to look away before you can get too distracted. You can feel your eyelids grow heavy despite the fire that sparks in your veins. The movement of your fingers grows slower, typing sluggishly along the keyboard.

You aren't sure how long it is before your computer is snatched away from you again. Wanda snaps it shut, folding it under arm with an unamused look.

"Does this mean I can have wine now?" You quip sheepishly, giving her a cheeky smile.

Wanda sighs and her hand runs over your hair lovingly, "No, it means it's time for a bath and bed."

You lean into her touch, eyes fluttering for a moment before you pull back with a slight pout. You can't go to bed now, you still have to finish the essay, but Wanda doesn't look like she'll budge. Eyes flickering to towards Natasha for help, the other woman is only focused on her book and sipping wine.

"I need to finish my essay."

"Not tonight," Wanda's tone softens and she cups your cheek, thumb rubbing under your eyes, "Sweetheart you have bags under your eyes, and I can see how exhausted you are. C'mon, we'll go take a warm bath and Natalie will make some hot cocoa after she finishes up, hm?"

Natasha hums absently to show she acknowledged the fact, yet you remain stubbornly set on the fact you need to finish your essay. Exhaling slowly at your stubborn expression, Wanda sets your laptop down on the table before sliding into your lap. Your breath hitches at the unusual position and your hands hover by her hips awkwardly.

"What are you doing?" you whisper, eyes flicking to her chest, the small amount of cleavage revealed before back to her face. There's a small smile on her pale lips, eyes shining in amusement. Her hands trail up your sides, stopping when she reaches your shoulders and Wanda leans in close.

Instead of responding verbally she ducks her head, breath warm on the skin of your neck, and her lips dance teasingly over your collarbone. You let out a shaky breath through your nose, thighs pressing together, and hands coming to rest on her waist.

She plants a soft kiss on your collarbone, then a bit higher to your jugular, and finally to your jaw. Raising her head her lips meet yours and you let your eyes fall shut. It's soft and tender, filled with love and devotion, not the usual violent clash of teeth and tongue.

When she pulls away her nail traces the side of your face, "You can be a good girl for mommy, right? Take a bath and get ready for bed?" All it takes is those words to have you nodding like a lovesick puppy. Her smile widens and she taps your nose, "Good girl."

Wanda slips off your lap and onto her feet, offering you her slender hand. You take it, letting her pull you to your feet and guide you through the luxurious house and to the room upstairs. It smells of lavender up here, a contrast to the distinct peppermint downstairs, and the bathroom is cooler than the rest of the house.

Releasing your hand, Wanda starts the bathtub, letting warm water fill the container. Steam starts to rise into the air, already fogging up the mirrors and heating the room. She turns back towards you, smile soft and eyes kind. She works delicately, slowly even, to undress you.

"Let Mommy help you," she murmurs when you try to protest, "You've been a big girl for long enough."

Her words have you melting as your arms raise to allow her to tug the shirt over your head. With familiar ease she reaches around to unclasp your bra, letting it fall on top of your shirt, and then she's undoing the button to your jeans. Graceful fingers dip beneath your panties, and she goes dangerously close to your dripping slit just to tease before pulling your panties down.

By the time she's undressed you, the tub is filled with warm water. Wanda peels off her own clothes next, much swifter than she had with you. The older woman steps into the bath, sinking into the water with a sigh, and gesturing to the space in front of her.

It doesn't take words for you to settle between her spread thighs, leaning back against her bare breasts. The warm water envelops you like a comforting embrace, wrapping around you just like Wanda's arm as she begins to dance her fingers up your side.

You shiver. One of her hands leaves your skin to pump some shampoo and her lathers it onto your scalp. You relax into the sensation, leaning even further back and letting her massage your scalp and play with your hair. A cup of warm water is dumped over your head, and you close your eyes to keep the soapy water out.

Next is conditioner, gently applied like the shampoo. Wanda takes her time, pouring love and care into her movements and small actions. After she rinses out the condition with a few dumps of water over your head, she presses a kiss to your neck.

She doesn't stop there, trailing them from your jaw to the juncture between your neck and shoulder, hands gripping your hips to keep you in place. One of her hands swipes under your breast, teasing, and you whimper slightly.

"Let Mommy take care of you," she breathes in your ear, biting onto your earlobe.

A small whine of agreement passes your lips as her other hand trails down your stomach and settles between your thighs. Two of her fingers part your folds before dipping in, circling around your clit slowly. You let out a shuddering thigh, your head falling back.

Her touch is featherlight, not nearly enough to get off on, but you can still feel your body heating and you know it's not from the bath. Lips still dancing along your neck, she tweaks your nipple between her fingers, rolling and pinching it.

"Wanda," you whisper, voice filled with desire and need.

She chuckles softly against your neck and slips a single finger into your heat, your walls clenching around the digit and sucking her in greedily, "That's not my name, дорогой."

"Mommy," leaves your lips in a breathless plea, her thumb rubbing your clit slowly. All her touches are maddeningly slow, not enough to settle the ache between your thighs and in the pit of your stomach.

"Good girl," she praises and as a reward her pace picks up. The hand on your breast plucks at your nipple until it’s hard and straining in her touch. She switches to its twin, lathering it with the same attention while her fingers work down below.

She adds a second finger to the first, curling them to hit that spongy spot inside of you. A shaky moan falls from your lips as you lean on her shoulder, eyes falling shut. Wanda takes advantage of your exposed neck, biting and sucking love marks onto it, her lips not leaving a single spot untouched.

Her thumb presses against your clit, the little nub pulsing and throbbing with need. Scissoring her fingers, Wanda bites on that sensitive spot just below your ear, smoothing the sting with her tongue. She tweaks your nipple as she thrusts her fingers up harshly.

You gasp, the sound turning into a moan, back arching and walls fluttering around her digits. The need to come builds in your stomach rapidly and you tense up, thighs beginning to shake. Wanda's hair tickles your shoulder as she bites your shoulder, her lips sucking on the mark to leave a hickey.

The bath water is growing cold, but that does nothing to deter the heat that flows freely through your body. Wanda splits her fingers inside your walls, stretching you open for her and her thumb presses down harshly. Whimpering, you claw at the edges of the tub, the smooth surface providing little traction.

Lips parting, you pant slightly, "Mommy- 'm gonna cum, please."

She stretches your cunt out, pulling at your nipple as she kiss your neck. The sensations flow through you like water through a pipe, overwhelming all your senses. All you can smell is her cinnamon perfume and body wash. All you can feel is her fingers, spreading you open and playing with you. Her breath is light in your ear, hot and laced with desire as she speaks.

"Go ahead."

With a final curl of her fingers and squeeze of your breast, pure unadulterated pleasure courses through you. Your mouth parts in a silent scream, back arching and toes curling beneath the water. Wanda works you down from your high, keeping her fingers lazily pumping in and out of your cunt, while she presses soft kisses to your neck.

"Such a good girl," she praises, tilting your head to kiss your lips, "Let's get you dried up hm?"

You nod hazily, eyes glazed over and brain foggy. The sight makes Wanda smile. She slips out of the bathtub first, wrapping a towel around her frame before pulling the plug and helping you out. You shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself before you're wrapped in a cozy towel.

"Go see Daddy," she instructs, words gentle, "She'll get you dressed."

There aren’t many thoughts in your head anymore as you exit the bathroom, shuffling up to Natahsa who wraps your arms around you, not caring that you're still wet. She kisses the top of your head before pulling back.

Natasha dries you off with meticulous care, rubbing the fluffy towel up and down your body with soft words of praise and love. She bunches it up in her hands and drapes it over your head, ruffling your hair as she dries it, drawing a small giggle from you.

Kissing your nose, Natasha stops her fluffy assault on your head and instead snags an over-sized t-shirt from the bed that smells distinctly vanilla, a clear indication it was her. Wanda emerges from the bathroom, hair damp and wearing a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt.

When you go to move over to her, she meets you halfway, wrapping her arms around you just like Natasha had, "Sleepy time, hm?"

You nod into her neck, yawning sleepily. Words are practically impossible to form right now, so you don't speak, instead letting Wanda guide you to the bed and under the sheets. Curling into her, you feel Natasha settle next to you, her arm draping over your waist.

Humming in contentment, Wanda's fingers begin to card through your hair softly, undoing the tangles and knots from the bath. Natasha's breathing grows heavy quickly and you feel your eyelids falling shut. As Wanda begins to hum a song softly, you let sleep claim you.

#natasha romanoff x reader #wandanat x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x you #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wandanat smut #wanda maximoff smut

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wqlfstqr · 5 months ago

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◟𖥻 braiding : percy jackson

▰▰ pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

percy catches y/n struggling to braid her own hair, so he learns how to do it for her.

author: can't stop thinking abt percy's love language being acts of service :,)

Percy stops at the cabin door. It's half open and a bunch of kids push past him to go out for breakfast. He waits for her to come out behind her siblings, but when she doesn’t, he finally takes a peek inside.

She's sitting on her bed, too focused on her hair to notice Percy's presence, a deep frown on her face as her fingers move swiftly through her hair, trying to braid it— or so Percy guesses. He has seen her doing it effortlessly with her sisters, but she seems to be struggling with doing it by herself.

Percy stands in the doorway as she lets out a frustrated huff and her hands fall defeatedly on her lap, it takes a couple of seconds more for her to look up and find her boyfriend there. "Percy!" she gasps, caught off guard. "For how long have you been standing there?"

"Hey, pretty." he smiles at her, his eyes softening as he rested his shoulder against the doorframe. "Not too long, sorry to interrupt your braiding session, but it's breakfast time."

"I don't want to go, my hair's a mess." she mumbles, the frustration still clear in her tone. "I don't know why it's so easy to braid other people's hair but everytime I try it on myself, I only end up with a rat's nest."

Percy finds the situation just a tiny bit amusing, but seeing the discomfort on his girlfriend's face, he immediatly pushes himself off the doorframe and goes to sit beside her.

"But your hair looks so beautiful, love." He reassures her, taking the hair brush from her hand and brushing her hair gently, getting rid of the few knots that formed in her hair because of her attempt at a braid. "You're the most beautiful girl on camp, braid or no braid."

She huffs. "You're just saying that because you're my boyfriend, you're biased." But Percy can see the moment the frustration starts to melt away, her body relaxing while she allows him to continue brushing her hair.

Percy doesn’t know much about how to do this, and he knows he couldn't pull off doing a braid even if he wanted to, just to please her. So instead, he just goes with the easy way and pulls her hair into a ponytail.

"There you go, my pretty girl." He praises once he has managed to secure her hair with the hair tie he had on his wrist, he always carries one with him just in case she needs it.

He knows she wanted a braid, but she still looks pleased enough to agree to go have breakfast, all her irritation long forgotten. Still, Percy makes a mental note to remind himself that he has to learn to do at least a basic braid.

After breakfast, Percy has plenty of time to check that off his to-do list, since y/n has to go help in the stables, he doesn’t need to make up an excuse to spend his day looking around camp for someone to teach him how to braid hair. That lands him on the aphrodite cabin, surrounded by the younger girls that happily explain the basics to him.

"Well it's definitely... a braid!" one of the girls encourages him when he tries for the first time. It's a mess but he appreciates the encouraging, so he keeps going.

He doesn’t learn that day, not even the next one. He spends hours of his time going through the basics, taking every single advince from the aphrodite girls even if it lands him a lot of teasing from Piper, using rope to mimic hair and trying to go through the motions. Again. And again.

It takes him some time, but at least he feels somewhat ready the next time he sees her struggling. This time, they're in his cabin, they've spent the whole afternoon cuddling and talking about their day. And now she's trying to braid her hair for dinner, once agsin getting frustrated.

Percy takes a deep breath before he suggests, "Maybe I can try?"

She stops her braiding attemp immediatly, turning around to look at him surprised. But then she decides, she's not going anywhere with this, so what's the damage in letting him try? "Okay, you can do it"

Handing him the brush, she turns around to allow him access to her hair. Admitedly, she doesn’t think he'll know how to do a braid, but she still smiles softly and allows herself to relax when Percy starts to brush her hair gently, he's always so careful with this step, so nurturing that it melts her heart everytime.

When he's made sure her hair is free of knots, his hands shake slightly when he reaches to section her hair. But he doesn’t want to mess this up, so after a deep breath, he calms himself down and goes over the advice he safely stored in his mind as his fingers move carefully through her hair.

After some minutes— because he's yet to be as fast as the aphrodite girls, the braid is finally secured with a hair tie in the end. It's not a perfect braid, if Percy has to say so himself, but he's proud of it nonetheless.

He's even prouder when she stands up to see herself on the mirror and a smile grazes her lips. That's all Percy wanted. And he would take about a hundred braiding practices if that meant he got to see her happy.

"How did you learn how to do this?" she asks, gasping softly and looking at it as if it's the prettiest braid ever even though it's the most basic one, and definitely wonky looking.

"I've been practicing" he shrugs, like it's nothing at all. "So, dinner?"

After that, it just becomes an every day activity. She comes into her cabin, or him into hers and they spend hours talking about anything while Percy braids her hair again and again.

When he has mastered the basic braid, he moves on to trying a french braid and when he finally gets the gist of that one, he tries a fishtail brain and when he gets it, he tells y/n it's his favorite one he has done so far— It has nothing to do with the name.

One afternoon, she's sitting cross legged on her bed "Some girls asked about my braid yesterday." She tells him as he's halfway through trying a crown braid. "I might start charging people for your services."

Percy chuckles, but he shakes his head. "You can tell them this is an exclusive service for my pretty girl."

She beams at his words, her heart racing on her chest. "Why did you learn how to braid, anyways?"

"Because" He starts, undoing the braid to start again, this one has proven to be difficult. "You wanted braided hair."

That's simple. She had wanted it, so Percy naturally went through the effort of learning because of her. And he would do it again anytime.

One morning, she's sitting on the edge of Percy's bed, bouncing her knee anxiously. Today's training is supposed to be intense. Chiron paired her with Clarisse for sparring, and even though she doesn't consider herself bad at combat— Well, she's nowhere near Clarisse's level. One bad move, and she could get sliced in two.

As pulls on his camp shirt, he catches her fidgeting. he watches her for a moment before quietly settling behind her on the bed.

"Percy what are you—" She stops herself when he reaches for her brush, softly taking it away from her hands.

"You're nervous" He points out while he starts brushing, working through any knots. "You're gonna drive yourself crazy before you pick any sword, love."

She knows he's right, but that doesn't stop her of being dramatic. "I'll die, Perce."

Percy chuckles, sectioning her hair. "You're not going to die." His fingers start the now familiar pattern of weaving strands together. "You're great, you just need to trust yourself."

She sighs, but she say anything else because she's already starting to relax as his hands work through her hair. He's gotten really good at this, and she finds it oddly comforting as she closes her eyes, allowing his presence to ground her.

After a few seconds, he secures the braid with a hair tie on his wrist and leans to press a kiss to her temple. "There. Good luck braid."

She giggles, turning to him with amusement shining on her eyes. At least, Percy thinks, she doesn’t look too nervous anymore. "Good luck braid?"

"Yes" He shrugs, grinning at her. "Now you have no choice but to win."

"That's surely not how good luck works." She points out, rolling her eyes, but she can't help the smile that grazes her lips.

"It is now." he replies, standing up and holding out his hand to help her up. "Come on, let's get you to the arena."

As they walk, she touches her braid lightly, feeling steadier than before. Maybe it's crazy, but she swears she feels a little more confident when she finally steps onto the training field.

After that, it just becomes their thing. Before any big training, when she's feeling nervous and fidgety, she finds Percy. She plops down without a word, handing him a brush and he just knows what to do.

"Percy, y/n are you guys—" Annabeth stops at the doorway, smirking at the sight in front of her. "What are you guys doing?"

Percy's halfway through a neat french braid when he looks up and grins. "Good luck braid. Very important business."

Annabeth rolls her eyes, but she leaves them alone after reminding them training starts in ten minutes. This time, y/n isn't nervous, because the braid on her head is just a reminder that Percy believes in her enough to give her the confidence to believe in herself, too.

#percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #pjo #pjo series #percy jackson fluff #fluff #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson oneshot #imagine #one shot #𐙚 mari's fics

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shrimpybbq · 6 months ago

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rafe and high school gf's first mother's day

oh boy, where to begin

charlie was only a few months old when mother's day rolled around and high school gf was still in the adjustment stage with her little boy

she was crying a lot too, always sad and watching rafe stalk in and out of tannyhill, high and grumbling about things she couldn't understand

charlie wasn't sleeping through the night and it was all just too stressful for her - high school gf was definitely experiencing postpartum depression

she doesn't even realise that mother's day is coming up, never picking up on the hints and besides, she hadn't been going into town to see the cards and gifts out

it's sarah, rose, and wheezie who decide to do something for her. they know rafe won't do anything for her since he's off on a coke bender again, so they decide to cater in morning tea for the family and have a small celebration

high school gf woke up that morning to find wheezie insistent on playing with charlie, and so she lets her take him down to the living room

high school gf allows herself a well-earned shower, washing her hair and finally feeling somewhat normal. dressed, she gets ready to go downstairs only to have sarah knock at the door and accompany her downstairs

as the pair reach the living room, charlie and wheezie aren't in sight

"Wheezie took him outside, said the weather was nice," Sarah said.

the pair wandered outside only for high school gf to freeze at the decadent spread on the table, the balloons floating and the cake with the words 'happy mother's day' on it

"It's mother's day?" She asks quietly, voice wavering as her pent up emotions rose to the surface once more.

"Yeah! It's your first one so we wanted to do something special for you!" Wheezie exclaimed, running to hug the older girl.

the cameron's warily watch as high school gf's still for a moment, sarah beginning to panic as she notices the girl's lower lip begin to tremble

the family exchange wide-eyed glances as the new mother bursts into tears as she clings to wheezie, her sobs reverberating off the walls of tannyhill

they're all so confused until wheezie hears her mumble,

"Rafe isn't here,"

the young girl silently mouths 'rafe' to the other women, both realising what was making her so sad - rafe hadn't remembered the special day, and what's worse, he hadn't really acknowledged her much in the last month at all

high school gf was at her breaking point, so overwhelmed and sad, and the person who got her pregnant and put her in the situation in the first place hadn't even showed up

soon the cameron women surround her, bringing her to the table and comforting her as much as possible

it takes a while, but her tears stop and soon, the family eat pieces of the cake (the vibe is a little awkward, but sarah is doing her best to make high school gf laugh)

they've been outside in the sun for hours by the time ward returns back to the house, only to appear with a high rafe in tow. ward freezes at the sight of the group, taking in the words on the balloons. he can only sigh, balling up his fists at the realisation of the date

"Are you serious, Rafe?" Ward snipes, turning to face his son. He seethes, barely able to contain his anger at the continuous failures his son seems to bring upon him, "You can't even pull yourself together for one day."

Rafe looks at him hazily, his confusion clear. "Dad.. what are you talking about?"

Ward sighs once more, gripping his son's polo and dragging him towards the house. Before they pass through the door, he pauses and calls out to the sweet young girl watching, noticing her tears have begun to well up in her eyes again, "Happy Mother's Day, sweetheart."

Rafe's head turns to his girlfriend swiftly, eyes widening at the congratulations. He barely has a moment to process his mistake before his dad pulls him inside.

high school gf gives a sad smile to sarah and the younger girl immediately pulls her head down to rest on her shoulder, gently soothing her soft cries that have started up again. the whole table sits uncomfortably, wondering truly how someone so sweet and kind had ended up with rafe

they wish he would get clean for her and their son, but for now, all they can do is comfort her and try and make her day the best it can be (a rare moment that sarah and rose work together)

though her following mother's days were signficantly better and rafe actually remembered them, he always feels incredibly guilty at the memory of how he made her feel that day

@droppedyourhnd sorry this has taken so long to get out!

i've been taking a little break over xmas, but hoping to write a bit more now

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kamiversee · 1 year ago

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Sharing Is Caring ꨄ (part 3/3)

[ { Synopsis } ] ➤ You'll never accuse your boyfriend Choso of being too jealous of a lover after he reveals to you he has absolutely no problems with sharing you... (part one) (part two)

[ { Need to know } ] ➤This is a What-If scenario that stems from my fic; The F*ck List— A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt.

[ { Content & Warning } ] ➤ f!reader, language, threesome, dirty talk, tw; possible men smooching, rough & semi-soft sex, choking, praise, degrading, etc.

[ { Parings } ] ➤ Choso x f!reader & Gojo x f!reader.

[ { Word Count } ] ➤ 6.8k (this entire thing is so long & I am no longer the same woman I was before I wrote this)

The two men don't think they've ever moved faster to do something in their lives. Gojo was scooping you up into his arms in the blink of an eye and Choso was rushing to clean the mess you'd made of his couch.

They were both oddly in sync, seeming to have had the same thought process of what they were about to do with you and how. Choso stayed where he was to clean up a bit and Gojo was carrying you off in the direction of Choso's bedroom.

He was carrying you bridal style and your eyes were all wide and up on his pretty face. You couldn't read his expression very well and you're not sure if that's because you were too fucked out to do so or if it was because you were just distracted by his features.

It's been so long since you'd been this close to Gojo, you nearly forgot how angelic his features are-- even when he's about to ruin you. Gojo catches onto your staring and glances down at you for a moment as he makes a turn, letting out a soft scoff in reaction to you.

"Why're you lookin' at me like that?" He hums before lifting his gaze and peering down the hallway ahead of him. He had no idea where he was going but he'd soon figure it out.

You tilt your head and smile a little, "Third door on your left, 'Toru." You instruct, to which blush spreads across his face as he clears his throat.

"Yeah, I knew that..." Gojo pouts a little and you can't help but find him cute while he continues his little walk, "But you didn't answer my question."

"I'm not looking at you any kinda' way, am I?" You ask with an innocent bat of your lashes.

Gojo makes it to Choso's bedroom and he's quick to walk in and kick the door almost shut behind him as he does so. You wonder why he tried to close the door for a second but you don't get much time to ponder on it as Gojo b-lines for the bed and lays you on it.

Then he's hovering over you, his eyes low on yours, and this look of pure desire washing over his face, "You're giving me that needy lil' look," He explains, "Like you want me to hurry up and fuck you."

You shrug, "Maybe I do."

"You don't wanna wait on your boyfriend?" Gojo asks. He's taunting you now. It's so very obvious with the way the corners of his lips curve into a smirk.

You swallow hard and don't answer for a moment. The two of you just gaze at one another for a long while, Gojo steadily inching down toward you and tilting his head opposite of yours.

His larger body was in between your legs so it's no surprise that you feel his cock brush against you as he gets closer. What is somewhat surprising is how wet his tip is as it brushes over your skin.

Then Gojo's lips are less than an inch away from yours, "Hm? Answer me."

You blink, "He's taking too long," You murmur in response with a slight pout. Lifting an arm and wrapping it around Gojo to pull him impossibly closer, you whisper right against his mouth, "Why wait when you could just fuck me right now? You know you want to."

Gojo's not sure he's ever had this much restraint in his life. Especially not when you sneak a hand down in between your bodies and grab a light hold of his leaky cock just to try and align him with yourself.

Your lips and his were right against each other but you two weren't kissing, simply breathing each other in, staring so longingly for one another. Hell, you might've been too into this because you genuinely forgot about Choso for a moment.

Then Gojo's pushing his hips down into you ever so slightly and his hard and flushed cock is just pushing against your cunt, begging and aching to enter you.

"You're so lucky you aren't mine," Gojo whispers, shifting to kiss only your lower lip before he repositions slightly and moves your hand away from his dick only to grab ahold of himself and tease you by dragging his tip in between your folds, "I'd lock the door and force Choso to listen to me fuck you senseless."

You grin, "What's stopping you? That's probably what he wants anyway..."

Gojo smiles, "What happened to you being nervous about cheating on him?"

"It's not cheating if he wants me to do it, right?" You hum.

A sight leaves Gojo's lips and he starts pushing only an inch of his cock inside you, feeling the way your legs move to wrap around his waist and how your pussy tries to suck him in deeper.

He's then shaking his head, "Thought' you wanted us both?"

"He can join later," You breathe out, your voice airier than before, "J-Just put it in Satoru."

Gojo draws his hips back and you let off a whine. Then he moves to tap his cock against your cunt, listening to how wet and lewd the little smack is, "Want' me that bad, huh?"

You nod, "Mhm..."

"Beg for me," Gojo utters, "If you want me to fuck you so badly and you just can't wait for your boyfriend," He's leaning into your lips again and speaks against you in such a messy way, "Beg for me."

"P-Please?" You whimper, feeling his cock nudge into you again but only an inch, "Fuck, Satoru please?"

"Please what?" He sneers and this time he's pushing another inch in, making you moan slightly.

"Just fuck me," Your words come out in a desperate little whimper and it drives the man crazy.

Gojo lifts his face up and slightly away from yours and pouts, "Just fuck me," He mocks, to which heat rushes to your face and you turn your head to the side, "So fuckin' needy," He groans as he finally starts pushing his cock inside you.

Truth be told, he couldn't wait either. Not when he had you to himself for a second, not when you were looking at him so longingly, and not when your cunt just squeezes around his shaft as he enters you.

It was like you wanted to push him away and yet suck him all the way in at the same time. You were so perfect. Gojo couldn't help but stare at the way your eyes flicker as he gets about halfway in-- you were too damn cute.

All that whining moments ago just for you to start struggling already. And to think you're supposed to be able to handle both him and Choso?

Gojo starts snickering, "Fuck, you're adorable," He says as he flashes a smile at you.

You glance out of the corner of your eye and furrow your brows as he continues pushing in-, fuck how much more does he have to go?

The man tilts his head at you and inclines down again, "Face me, sweetheart," He says, "I wanna watch the way your face twists up when I'm all the way in."

You swallow and slowly turn your head to him, your lips grazing his as you do so.

Then Gojo bites his lower lips, "Good girl," He praises, earning a whine from you. And that's all it takes for him to shallowly thrust the remaining inches of his cock into you.

Oh how he loves watching your entire facial expression change. Eyes rolling, jaw-dropping a bit, lips parted, and a sexy moan leaving your throat. Gojo pretty much forgets what the hell he's supposed to be doing at that point.

Because then he's pulling back out and thrusting deeper in, his hips crashing into yours and another moan, this time of his name, pouring out your mouth. Yeah, how did he get here again? What-, no who was he supposed to be waiting on?

Ah, he couldn't remember. Not now at least, not when your arms and legs are moving to wrap around him comfortably. And goddamn the way your pussy squelches around his dick, so loud and messy for him and he's barely even worked up a pace yet.

He'd fix that relatively quickly though, allowing you a few thrusts to get used to him before he can't take it anymore.

Gojo's eyes bore down into yours and he drinks in your face while he starts drilling himself into your tight hole. Then he's talking, "Fuuck, y'like that? Like' bein' an impatient lil' slut and gettin' dicked down without your boyfriend, huh?"

God, you hated his mouth. Or at least, you think you do. "M-Mmgh, Satoru-"

"What's he gonna think when he walks in, hm?" Gojo taunts, shifting to angle his hips differently and fuck into that one mushy spot inside you. Then he scoffs, "Actually, moan a lil' louder so he can hear ya'."

You bite your lower lip on purpose to keep your sounds in and then shake your head no.

Gojo scoffs, "No? Fuck you mean no?" He grunts, his voice getting so low as your brattiness ticks him off. Then he moves a hand to your face, grabbing a rough hold of your chin and moving his thumb to pry your lips apart, "Let your boyfriend hear how impatient you are," He huffs out.

"Fuuck-, S'toru p-please," You whimper, a slight bit of drool leaving the corner of your mouth.

He smirks, "Goddamn brat," The tip of Gojo's cock is just hitting deeper and deeper and deeper, "Tellin' me no," He huffs, "The hell has gotten into you, huh?"

You whine again, "M'sorryy... mmmh, hahh-, ahh..."

He tips his head to the opposite side, "M'sorrryyyy, she says. Please fuck me, Toru, she begged. Aaand yet here you are; fuckin' whining," Gojo mocks you as he just buries his dick as far in as he can go.

It felt like he was tearing you apart. His hips were so mean and brutal against yours, never giving you a chance to properly breathe before he's drilling into that spot that makes you see stars. You couldn't even think straight anymore unless he was talking to you and even then his words only made your situation worse.

Hell, you were cumming around his cock before you even realized it.

"Ohh, look at thaaat," Gojo huffs out, "Now she's creamin' on me-, fuuck..."

A shaky hand moves and tries to go to his mouth because fuck you just needed a second to breathe, to process what was happening, and to shut him up. But of course, Gojo just grabs your wrist and then pins it up over your head.

"Tryna shut me up?" Gojo snickers, "Why, pretty girl? Am I not makin' you feel good?" He whispers.

The heavy smack of his balls to your ass echo throughout the room, the loud and sloppy sounds of his harsh thrusts heard everywhere. In and out and in and out, Gojo wasn't slowing down for even one moment. He was damn there pussydrunk already.

By this point his mouth had a mind of its own and his hips wouldn't stop ramming into you. His soaked tip hit yet another spot that had your breath leaving your throat over and over and over again.

"F-Fuck-, oh fuck-," You gasp, eyes widening as your back arches up into him a bit, your chest flush with his as he then rolls his hips down into you to really dig into that very spot, "Oh my g-god- fuuuck, 'Toru p-please."

Gojo moves his free hand and trails down along your body until he feels the prominent outline of his cock inside you. Then he smirks just as he presses down on it, "Yeah? Feel' me right there, huh?" He whispers sensually.

His voice drove you insane and it's just perfect that he simply never stops talking.

And of course he moves over to whisper in your ear as he pounds into that spot of yours, feeling your walls clamp and clamp around his cock, "Forgot allll about your lil' boyfriend, didn't ya?" He taunts, making you let out such a whiney moan in response, "He's gonna walk in any second now 'nd catch you makin' a mess all over my cock."

You unintentionally squeeze around him and Gojo moans before his hand dips lower down and his thumb makes a messy connection with your clit, the initial contact making your entire body jolt and your legs clamp up, "F-Fuu-uck-, p-please-, please... hahhh," You're not sure what you were begging for but it's all you could say as his thumb circles your no-so-forgotten clit so tortuously slow.

Gojo kisses the crown of your ear softly and his thumb continues to draw tiny little shapes around your clit despite the rough thrusts into your pussy. Your cunt was spasming around his cock, twitching and throbbing all around him and making him groan at the way you squirm.

"C'monnn, y'know what I want," Gojo utters, his words caressing your ear so softly, "Cum f'me, sweets. Squirt on my fuckin' cock," He pleads, voice deep yet desperate with you, "Lemme prove your boyfriend wrong."

"Hahhh, S-Sa-, mmmgh-, Satoru," You whine out, voice slurred as you feel that sensation building up in your core again.

Gojo's eager for it so his pace grows a bit animalistic, sloppy even. So badly did he want to experience you squirting because of him, not your boyfriend. Choso's little comment from earlier still has Gojo upset so, he's taking it out on your poor overstimulated cunt.

All whilst he's whispering into your ear, "Fuuck, c'monn. Give it to me," He groans, "Fuckin' give it to me, sweetheart," Gojo's blurting out whatever comes to mind as all rational thoughts fade from his mind, "Y'know I'm fucking you better than he does anyway."

And with that, it happens.

Well, not you squirting again but your boyfriend walking in. Neither you nor Gojo realized until Choso huffed out a scoff, "Not like that, no you aren't." He comments in response to Gojo.

Maybe it was the shock from hearing Choso's voice, or perhaps it was the way Gojo thrust in balls deep as he too was shocked but either way, you do experience another leg-shaking orgasm.

As you do so, you're letting out a moan and you feel like you're about to pass out. You came a lot but, you didn't squirt— which ultimately leaves Gojo disappointed.

His lengthy cock is still buried into the hilt of your pussy but he stops moving at the sound of Choso’s voice. His breath is felt against your ear before Gojo grits his teeth a little— he knows he was close to getting what he wanted.

Then Gojo sighs and leans up, not daring to pull out of you yet as he sits back on his heels and pulls your hips along with him. It’s like he didn’t want to separate from you at all.

Turning his head back, he spots Choso standing at the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with his eyes low and on the lewd scene before him. The two men lock eyes before Choso shakes his head.

Gojo frowns as he finally processes what the hell he’d said to him, “What do you mean not like that, no I’m not?” Gojo huffs, “Had you not come in here, she would’ve wet me up like I wanted.”

Choso scoffs, “Yeah? Think so?” He taunts.

“I know so,” Gojo argues, eyes narrowing at the dark-haired man, “I felt it.”

“Uhuh,” Choso chastises, smirking a bit as he crosses his arms over his chest, “And what ruined that, me?”

“Yeah.” Gojo huffs.

“Aw,” Choso frowns, mocking Gojo’s expression as he pushes off the doorframe and slowly walks toward you two, “You’ mad cause you can’t make my girlfriend squirt?”

“I can,” Gojo emphasizes, “You just ruined the moment.”

“No one told you to stop,” Your boyfriend argues.

Gojo’s fingers are gently tracing indescribable shapes on your hips as your cunt keeps his cock nice and warm, “No one told you to come in here.” He fires back to your partner.

Choso raises a brow, “No one told you needy lil’ sluts to start fuckin’ without me.”

Gojo’s cock twitches inside you, “I’m not the needy one. Your girl here was the one beggin’ for my-“

“You told me to,” You mumble.

The man doesn’t even look down at you. Instead, all Gojo does is move a hand and squat his thumb over your clit again, making you jolt as you take that as his way of telling you to be quiet.

“Pretty girl couldn’t keep her hands off me, what was I supposed to do?” Gojo says as your back arches a little and your hips roll upward for more friction.

Choso couldn’t exactly see you too well yet but it was pretty obvious what Gojo was doing and he could hear the gentle whines you released. “Wait,” Choso says, “You were supposed to wait.”

A groan leaves Gojo’s lips and he rolls his eyes before turning his head away from your boyfriend and down to you, his eyes softening as soon as they land on the way you’re looking up at him. You had a hand trying to reach down and push his finger away from your clit but you were struggling— adorable, Gojo thought to himself.

“How could I possibly keep this,” His hips roll into yours and you moan, “Waiting?” Gojo questions.

“Toru,” You hum with a pout on your face.

He smiles and tilts his head at you, “Hm? That’ feel good?” He coos, his thumb shifting a little and pushing against your clit before he swats at it again. You nod in response and he continues his motions.

Choso rolls his eyes at you two. Despite the attitude he was putting on, he can’t deny how painfully hard he’s been. Even as he was cleaning the mess in the living room moments ago, he could hear you and Gojo going at it so he knew what was happening.

And when he had walked in and saw the way your cunt stretched around Gojo’s veiny cock, he couldn’t help but stare. Choso had to swallow hard at the sight because it made his dick throb wildly.

He was actually just watching for a bit before he even said something, his hand groping his erection at the sight before he couldn’t take it anymore.

All of which leads to now as he approaches the bed and you and him finally catch sight of one another.

Choso tips his head to the side as your eyes lay on his, “Look at youuu,” He murmurs, “Havin’ fun gettin’ fucked by someone else, huh?”

You frown, “N-No,” Gojo suddenly spits down on your clit and your body twitches as you talk to your boyfriend, “W-Want you too, Cho….”

He smiles, “Do you? Y’look like you’re havin’ a great time without me.”

It’s so sexy how you reach a hand out in his direction and whine for him, “P-Please, Choso?”

“You’re so cute when you beg for me, baby. How could I ever say no to ya’?” Choso comments with a smile on his face while he moves to get on the bed.

You and him forget Gojo’s there for a moment as Choso makes his way closer to you and then leans down to your face, his eyes gazing so intently into yours.

You try lifting your face to his to close the distance and kiss him but he leans up a little, “You want a kiss?” Choso teases.

You nod, “Uhuh.”

His hand carefully moves to grab a gentle and loving hold of your face, completely forgetting that he earlier said he was gonna put you in your place— Choso can’t even think of that right now when you look so fucked out and gaze up into his eyes so lovingly.

He sighs and leans down to you again, “Promise me somethin’ first.”

You bat your lashes at him and your eyes widen a little, “…Okay.”

All while Gojo’s sulking as he watches you two converse so intimately and just leave him out. As if to insert himself, despite his cock literally resting deep inside you, he spits on his thumb and rubs against your clit gently just to make your conversation a bit more difficult for you.

A breathy sound leaves your lips and Choso smirks, whispering to you so that Gojo can’t hear, “Stroke his ego a lil’ bit f’me, okay?” Choso instructs before placing a soft peck onto your lips.

You hum and then furrow your brows a bit as he pulls away.

“Make him feel good, baby” Choso hints and you think you get the idea of what he wants you to do.

Then he presses his lips into yours and carefully makes out with you. Ah Choso couldn’t help but forget why he was ever even upset with you. Why’d he call Gojo over again? What was all this for?

He was mad at you about something, right?

Oh who cares, all he wants now is to watch you lose your mind more than you already have as you get pleased by two men. And, he can’t deny he is a bit excited to taunt you with the help of Gojo— he makes things entertaining.

So he gets a little lost in kissing you, having not felt your lips on his in what felt like an eternity. Choso’s not even thinking straight as he groans against your lips and shoves his tongue into your mouth where it oh so rightfully belongs.

And he’s thriving in doing so up until you move a hand down and start reaching for him, your fingers grazing his waistline and making him moan into your mouth.

Your lips curve into a smile and you hum as he shifts so that you can reach him properly, your fingers sliding to grab ahold of his cock through his clothing and making him moan filthily against you.

His hips instantly push into your hand as your fingers cup his length. Choso pries himself off your lips for a split second, “Fuck, I missed kissin’ you s’much,” He grunts into your mouth.

You grin, “M’sorry, I m-missed you too baby,” You murmur against him.

Choso lets out the sweetest little whine as that nickname hits his ears and he had half a mind to just kick Gojo out of the situation entirely and make love to you.

Pulling away from your lips with a slight smile on his face, Choso huffs, “You have no idea what you do t’me, do you?”

You give him a cheeky little smile, “I do.”

Gojo suddenly clears his throat, “…Am I interrupting something?” He teases.

You and Choso look at him in sync and scoff at him.

You then roll your eyes, “Yes.”

“No,” Choso corrects, glancing at you once more to tell you to behave yourself through his gaze before looking to Gojo again, “You’re not.” Then Choso cocks his head to the side, “What, did you want a kiss too?”

Gojo’s got this little pout on his face after being left ignored for so long even though his cock had been sitting inside you all this time. He’d felt you clench and twitch around him numerous times ever since Choso walked in.

So, playfully, he shrugs, “Maybe.”

Choso rolls his eyes for a moment before he sits up, “Y’know, I was gonna say no buut, I have an idea.”

A very faint shade of red flushes over Gojo’s face as he blinks. Choso was considering his answer? He’s gonna kiss him? Why? What-

“If you can make my girl squirt,” Choso starts, cutting Gojo’s thoughts off, “I’ll give you a kiss…….. if that’s actually what you want, of course-“

“Okay,” Gojo breathes out and the two make eye contact.

Gojo looked all too excited and Choso couldn’t tell if it was to kiss him or make you squirt but either way— it was kinda cute.

Your boyfriend smiles briefly before looking down at you and nodding his chin toward you, “Remember what I said,” He hums.

You nod before looking at Gojo and then moving to sit up a little, holding yourself up on your elbows. Gojo meets your gaze and for a moment, he’s not even sure where to begin.

Choso chuckles at the two of you before he says your name and you look at him, “C’mere,” He directs, watching the way your eyes light up as he stands on his knees.

You’re quick to wiggle yourself away from Gojo, who lets off a whine as his cock slips out of you. The sound catches your boyfriend’s ears and he shakes his head.

“Relax,” Choso says to Gojo, “You’ll get to feel her again in a second.”

Gojo frowns and simply sits on his heels as he then watches you move to crawl over to your boyfriend, your legs wobbly and thighs wet from all activities done thus far. Then Gojo’s staring at your cunt and he starts to get the idea of what’s about to happen.

You hastily get to your boyfriend and just as he opens his mouth to say something, your hands are at his hips and your lips are making sudden contact with his lower abdomen. Choso swallows thickly as he stares down at you, moving his palm over your head of hair and smiling at you.

“Hahh,” Choso breathes out, “Eager, are we?” He taunts.

Your gaze flicks up to him for a moment as you kiss lower and your fingers slip beneath his pants. Then you’re tugging them down and moving to pull his cock out, your eyes going a bit wide as you see how painfully hard he was.

Choso’s cock was throbbing and twitching like crazy, so much so that it made your mouth water. You start to move your lips toward him but he pushes your head away a little.

Frowning, you glance up at him again and your boyfriend smiles down at you. Taking his cock into his free hand, he moves to tap his tip against your lower lip as he speaks, “Take care of our guest first, princess.” Choso hums.

You whine before angling your head back to make eye contact with a very pouty and slightly forgotten Gojo. With a sigh, you part your legs and reach a hand back to spread yourself invitingly.

Gojo bats his eyelashes at you, “Is that supposed to be an invitation, sweets?” He teases as a smile starts to spread on his face, cock dripping at the sight of you.

You nod your head, “Mhm…”

“You want me inside you again?” Gojo asks while he begins to move toward you, already knowing the answer to his question.

“Obviously,” You huff out, your gaze rushing him.

He takes his time anyway until he’s finally behind you, quickly aligning his tip with your messy folds and rubbing himself against you, “Thought I fixed that attitude of yours already?” Gojo says with a scoff.

Purposefully, you roll your eyes and start to face forward again, glancing up at Choso afterward.

“Baby,” Choso coos, his brows furrowing a bit, “Go ahead ‘nd arch your back, show him what you do f’me,” He utters softly.

You frown but do so anyway, the curve in your back making Gojo swallow hard as he takes in your form. “Damn,” He breathes, shifting a hand to palm your ass, “This is perfect.”

Choso can’t help but smile proudly because of you, “I know right? We gotta reward her for that, don’t we?”

Gojo nods his head but his eyes are stuck on how you’re trying to wiggle your hips back onto him, “Yeahhh, she’s so needy f’us too.”

Meanwhile, you’re also moving your mouth forward and pressing your lips into Choso’s aching tip— watching how his entire body tenses up and he flinches before looking down at you.

“S-So fuckin’ needy,” He unintentionally stammers. Then he moves one of his hands to your chin and opens your mouth for himself, “Nice ‘nd wide f’me, baby.” Choso instructs.

Naturally, you listen, dropping your jaw and even sticking your tongue out for your boyfriend as he carefully pushes his hips forward.

All while Gojo’s still teasing your cunt by rubbing his tip all in between your folds and even purposefully pushing his cock past your pussy wetting his shaft up with your slick.

Gojo’s hands then slide up along your body until he grabs onto your waist, still admiring that arch of yours before he finally rolls his hips forward and pushes his cock back into you. A moan leaves your throat immediately but the sound is muffled by Choso stuffing your mouth full of his cock.

Your boyfriend lets out a deep and guttural groan at both the feeling of your wet mouth around him and the way you moan against him. Then there’s Gojo who moans as he finds himself buried into the hilt of your tight cunt again.

Gojo swears you got tighter than before because he barely even realizes he has to move for a minute as he just sits there submerged in your pussy— feeling your walls clamp and clamp and clamp around him just because you’ve got two cocks inside you.

“Fuuuck,” Gojo whines a little, his head tipping back as you squeeze around him so perfectly.

While Gojo’s busy… adjusting to your pussy sucking the soul out of him, Choso’s in front of you easing his cock in and out of your mouth.

As he does so, you’re flicking your tongue against that one sensitive vein he has trailing along his shaft and the sensation makes your boyfriend moan above you. The sound stirs Gojo out of his trance and he blinks back into reality.

Glancing up, he pulls his hips back before rolling them forward so very slowly just to match the pace at which your boyfriend was going. And of course, you moan at how in sync they are, feeling Gojo’s tip kiss your cervix as Choso’s cock dips deeper into your throat.

All your moans were muffled against Choso and he groans just about every time he feels your warm mouth vibrating against him. Then there was every time he pulled himself back, your tongue would twirl around his tip so sloppily that he couldn’t even take his eyes off you.

Then suddenly Gojo’s pelvis snaps into you, the harsh thrust making you whimper while Choso’s dick slips right back into your mouth. Your boyfriend’s hand then finds its place on your head to hold you steady as he ups his own pace, biting his lower lip at how good your mouth feels.

“Shiit,” Choso whines and you feel him twitch against your tongue, “Makin’ me feel so fuckin’ good, princess.” You hum against him and he flashes a lazy smile down at you, his eyes low and breath heavy, “Enjoyin’ this, huh?”

Sloppily, you nod and then there’s a sudden jerk forward of your body as Gojo grabs onto your hips and snaps his own into you yet again. Your eyes flicker and you moan yet again.

Then Gojo lands a hand on your ass, smacking you harshly as he grows a bit rough, “Course’ she likes this shit,” He suddenly groans out, “Pussy won’t stop squeezin’ me,” He hums with a heavy pant.

Choso feels you suck on his cock a bit more eagerly and he starts thrusting in and out a bit faster as if to match how needy your mouth was moving against him, “Yeah?” He huffs out to Gojo, “Well,” Choso tilts his head and lifts his gaze to Gojo, “Looks like you’re strugglin’ over there.”

Gojo’s brows push together and he pants, “Shut up,” He grunts as he shifts to fuck into your sweet spot, feeling how heavenly your cunt throbs around him and listening to the wet squelch that emits from your hole every time he pushes in.

Your boyfriend feels you gag a little and he eases his hips back but doesn’t look down at you just yet— keeping his eyes on Gojo who’s definitely losing his mind right now.

His hair was wet with sweat, messy white locks sticking to his forehead and sweat dripping down along his body. Choso thinks he’s jealous of this guy’s physique as he stares at him, watching how aggressively he beats his hips into you— his slutty lil’ girlfriend.

Gojo’s eyes suddenly flicker and Choso’s feels you moan. The white-haired man then whines, “S-Shit, m’gonna-, fuuck… m’gonna cum-,”

Choso’s fingers suddenly curl into your hair and he grips onto you a bit tighter as he ruts his hips into you, your nose meeting his pelvis with his every thrust as he mindlessly fucks your throat.

“Yeahhh, I can tell….” Choso blurts out, his face instantly going red as Gojo locks eyes with him and raises a brow.

Gojo, never being one to back down from some harmless teasing, rolls his hips into you and huffs, “Oh can you now?” He sighs, cracking a half-smile at the man.

The red in Choso’s face deepens before he shifts his gaze down to you, “Fuck off ‘nd focus on makin’ my girlfriend squirt.”

Gojo grunts a little as you squeeze around him, “Kinda hard t’do that when you’re starin’ at me, y’know.”

“You liked it,” Choso argues back thoughtlessly.

Now it’s Gojo’s face that was brightening up, his eyes widening as he opens his mouth to argue back. Unfortunately for him, you suddenly pull your mouth off of your boyfriend and shift to lift yourself up and grab ahold of Choso’s jaw.

Your boyfriend bats his eyelashes at you as you toss one arm around him and hold his face close to yours whilst Gojo continues thrusting into you.

“S-Stop flirting with him, it’s annoying,” You huff out, your voice slurred as you moan in between your words.

Choso blinks, “I wasn’t-, wait… baby, were you gettin’ jealous?” He coos.

Gojo shifts behind you, leaning his body forward and wrapping one arm around your waist before trailing his hand down. His fingers roll over your clit and your body twitches as his lips suddenly press into the side of your neck.

You were being sandwiched by the two at this point but you weren’t complaining at all.

“Scared m’gonna steal your boyfriend from ya’?” Gojo taunts in a low whisper.

Your brows furrow and you remove your hand from Choso’s jaw, dropping it to wrap your fingers around his cock possessively, “No… he knows who he…. mmgh-, b-belongs to,” You huff out as you stare into your boyfriend’s eyes.

Choso chokes at the sound of that and to make it even worse for him, Gojo peers over your shoulder, and all three of you are all too close to one another.

His hips push into your touch and he whimpers, “Y-Yeahh, yeah I do,” Choso sighs out, nodding his head in agreement to your words.

And then your lips are on his and the two of you are a moaning mess against one another, Gojo moving to sink his teeth into your shoulder just to never once feel left out. He bites down hard enough to leave a mark and then Choso moves a hand in between you and him just to reach up and grab ahold of your neck.

Their touch was everywhere at this point, large hands all over your body that it was making you dizzy. Choso’s fingers tighten around your throat, Gojo swats at your clit again as his cock bullies your insides, and then there’s his other hand at your waist, holding onto you for dear life whilst his tongue swivels over the area he’d bit.

Your hand was busy jerking Choso off and the bedroom was filled with such sloppy and filthy sounds of sex. You and Choso were whining into each other and Gojo was grunting near your ear.

Then, similar to earlier, he’s talking into your ear, “Takin’ me so well, sweetheart,” Gojo groans, “Fuuck, m’gonna cum inside ya’ if you keep squeezin’ like that.”

Choso suddenly pulls off your lips and you whine. Then your boyfriend glances at Gojo, whose face is closer than he expected, “Y-You’re gonna do what?” Choso questions.

All three of you were more than fucked out by this point but Choso’s ears twitched at the sound of Gojo saying he was gonna release inside you.

Gojo smirks, “What? I can’t cum inside your girlfriend? C’monnnn, don’t be mean,” He teases with a little pout on his face.

Your head drops into the crook of Choso’s neck, his hand falling off you as you do so, and his face gets even closer to Gojo’s because of it— the two nearly sharing breaths by this point.

“M’not bein-,” Your hand tightens around Choso’s shaft and his eyes nearly roll back, “S-Shit-, m’not bein’ mean, y-you can’t-“

“Please?” Gojo whispers, his eyes lowering and his face shifting into something needy, “Lemme cum inside her, p-please? She feels so fuckin’ good… I gotta-, agh-, f-fill her up,” Gojo moans out.

Both men are struggling with their words due to you. Then, your hand begins to slide along Choso’s cock a bit faster than expected and you take a peek down just to realize he was cumming.

“Oh fuck-,” You whine at the sight, “Choso,” You moan.

Gojo lets out a loud groan and he starts drilling into you a bit sloppier than before, his sanity waning as his orgasm approaches, “Please,” He begs, “P-Please? Fuuck, I can beg all day, man. Please-“

And suddenly, Choso’s leaning in and grunting into his mouth, “Okay,” He hums as he suddenly acts on impulse and kisses Gojo.

Your body was being completely squished between the two and with each of Gojo’s mind-numbing thrusts, your body just presses into Choso’s. The tip of Gojo’s cock is digging and digging and digging deeper inside you, making your eyes water with how hard he was fucking you all because of Choso suddenly kissing him.

And the two had the nerve to be loud with it too, lips sliding over each other so messily as they kissed each other without second thought.

You believe you were too out of it to even process the fact that your boyfriend was making out with Gojo because then you’re experiencing that mind-boggling sensation again, gummy walls suffocating Gojo’s cock as your body jerks and twitches in between the two.

Then, all at once, you’re seeing blissful sparks of white in your vision, making a filthy mess in between the two as Gojo’s cock slips out of you and you squirt yet again. Choso’s hands move to hold your body tenderly as you start to fall over a bit and then his mouth pops off of Gojo’s.

“Fuck,” The two breathe out in unison.

Gojo’s eyes are down on the lewd mess you just made and he notices his cum leaking out your cunt— wondering to himself when it even happened? One minute he was begging Choso to cum inside you and the next…

The next he was kissing him…

Meanwhile Choso’s dazed as he shifts to get a good look at your face.

You think you were a bit lightheaded, lashes fluttering so softly as you pant heavily trying to catch your breath. Your eyes just barely meet Choso’s and he smiles at you.

“You okay?” Choso murmurs. You frown and shake your head. “Tired already?” Your boyfriend continues, then you nod and he moves to kiss your forehead, “S’okay, baby. You did s’good for us.”

Gojo’s behind you moving to wipe the sweat off his forehead, “Too damn good…” He comments.

Your eyes narrow at your boyfriend and your voice is hoarse again, “…You kissed… him.”

Choso’s face flushes and he swallows, “I was in the heat of the moment, I’m s-“

“And it w-was so fucking…” Your body leans into him a bit more as you shut your eyes, “…Hot.”

Both Gojo and Choso are at a loss for words and neither of them really wants to discuss what they just did, both telling themselves that they weren’t thinking straight (literally) despite both of them having thoughts of doing so a few times throughout the night.

Choso starts shifting to wrap his arms around you and move you away from the… filth below, just to lay you down as you start yawning.

Then, he hovers over your face and watches how you sleepily blink at him, “No more sex-ban, right?” Choso whispers.

You pout but close your eyes, “…Mhm.”

He leans down and kisses you, “Promise?”

“S’long as you invite Satoru over again, yeah,” You hum.

Choso freezes and glances back to Gojo for only a second, before smirking and looking back down at you, “Yeah sure, whatever you want princess.”

he’s definitely inviting Gojo over for himself, not you.

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ephemeralinstance · 2 months ago

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taking out the complexity

I have this hypothesis that at some point quite late in the writing process of Veilguard someone came in and pushed for the moral complexity to be taken out of the game. Because there are several plot lines which seem like they were potentially intended to be more complex than they ultimately were:

Isseya and the griffons. When I first played this I assumed that the punchline would be that she stole the griffons because she didn't trust the wardens with them after what happened - then deciding what to do about her would have raised interesting questions about war, sacrifice, the greater good etc. But instead there was this reveal that she was planning on blighting them, which makes no sense at all and feels shoe-horned in just to make it clear that she is Evil and Wrong.

Ivenci feels to me like they were originally intended to articulate the very reasonable point that it's not good for Antiva to be ruled by a group of unelected assassins - thus setting up an interesting chance to reflect on the nature of the Crows and the necessity of working with groups who do harmful things. But instead the Crows have to be the good guys so Ivenci is made into this weirdly cartoonish villain to make it clear that they are Evil and Wrong.

Relatedly, Lucanis' plot line feels like it was supposed to culminate with a reflection on his relationship with the Crows and the abuse he suffered, probably with the option to turn down being the First Talon and maybe even leave the Crows. But because the Crows have become the good guys this never happens and hence his whole arc feels quite inconclusive.

As this post points out, it feels like Emmrich's lich choice was intended to be darker and for the lich route to be genuinely a selfish option, but instead it's become this somewhat toothless 'dilemma' where both options are right and you never have to feel bad about your decision.

The initial ritual feels like it was a set-up for Rook to unintentionally do terrible harm while trying to stop the world from being destroyed, thus offering the opportunity to reflect on the dilemma that Solas faced in making the Veil and to understand the moral complexity of his situation. There is apparently even cut dialogue from the regret prison on this topic. But instead no one ever blames Rook and Rook is not allowed to blame themself at all, because they have to be The Hero in an uncomplicated way.

I don't know; it just seems to me that there are all these fossils of a more interesting game in there and they've been sort of clumsily written-over because some exec etc wanted the game to be less challenging or targeted at a younger audience or something.

#dragon age #dragon age veilguard #veilguard critical #solas dragon age #dragon age meta

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sugawhaaa · 8 months ago

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SAN X READER

⚝₊ ⊹˚Scented feelings⚝₊ ⊹˚

Warnings:: mentions of SA and harassment, suggestive at the end

Genre:: friends to lovers

Pairing:: gym bro!San x fem!reader

A/N:: I've been cooking this up for a long time so I am PRAYINNN to the gods above this does well 🙏

San was a somewhat new friend but the two of you clicked like magic and nothing was too embarrassing to admit between the two of you. You met at the gym when you first started working out frequently and he gave you some tips. One thing led to another and now you work out together multiple times a week. He's always so encouraging, helpful and understanding.

If you explain to him that you're having kind of a rough day or not feeling well he won't try to push you like he normally does and he will respect the fact you want to keep it chill. All in all he is the best gym bro you could've asked for.

Today you came in a bit earlier than usual and started warming up with your regular stretches and light weight exercise to get your blood moving. As you did that you noticed two guys looking at you quite frequently and occasionally talking to each other. You chose to ignore them and listen to some music until San arrived. It wasn't too long after that you noticed San come in through the door with his bag and massive water bottle in hand. He smiled when he locked eyes with you and came over to you.

“You got here early today,” San smiles as he looks down slightly to meet your height.

“Yeah my schedule was clear and I just felt like coming by early,” you shrug and San nods. The two of you then get to work, following your usual routine. However you noticed the men from earlier were getting bolder and were much less obvious than before. You sigh softly as you go back to lifting some weights and Sans brows furrow. He hadn't noticed the men yet so he decided to ask what had been bothering you.

“You seem…frustrated?” San says as he comes closer to you, talking softer than usual.

“Yeah it's just those guys over there. They've been looking at me since I got here,” you tilt your head over to where the men were standing and talking. Sans brows furrow again as he looks at them.

“Want me to talk to them?” He offers but you shake your head.

“Nah I don't want to make a scene,” you set the weights down again and stretch out your arms above your head. San watches you carefully as you stretch before looking back at the men. He seemed to be more conscious of them than you were.

“I'm gonna go talk to them,” he said as he started to storm over to them. You put your hand over his chest.

“Don't, they're not worth it. Let's just keep going,” you smile at him and he sighs.

“Alright, but if they keep annoying you I'll talk to them. Formally,” he smiles innocently, too innocently. You continued working out and ignored the men and they seemed to stop staring at you…finally. However once you finished your workout San gave you a fist bump and I little sit hug while patting your shoulder. “You did good today,” he smiles, his eyes momentarily invisible, and you headed over to the girls change room. Upon approaching the door you were interrupted by the two guys from earlier. One blocked the door, it wasn't very deliberate but it was obvious, while the other stood more to the side talking to you.

“Could I get your number?” He asked straight up and you blush, not because you felt butterflies in your tummy like he probably thought, but more because you were so confused and embarrassed.

“Oh I uhm,” you shake your head and chuckle awkwardly. “I'm not interested,” you smile, still wanting to he polite because what if they really did have good intentions? It was doubtful but still. When you refused the man's face contorted with anger and what was this other emotion you could see in his eyes? You couldn't put your finger on it before he started getting mad.

“Oh come on just give me a chance baby,” he started getting closer to you and your body froze up. You weren't quite sure what to do in this situation; the man was much bigger and taller than you and you didn't want to cause a scene but you needed to find a way to get out of this situation.

“What's going on here?” San steps up next to you and puts an arm around you, smiling warmly to the man.

“Just friendly conversation, you know what I mean,” the man chuckled and San arched a brow at him, not very amused by his excuse.

“I see, well me and my girlfriend have some plans for the rest of the day so we'll be off then,” San pats your shoulder before kissing the top of your head. You felt your heart skip about a thousand beats.

The way his body pressed against yours, every inch of his muscles pressed against yours, including his arm muscles that were quite literally the size of your head and the kiss was so gentle and…sincere?

“Haha, have a good day you two,” The man chuckles awkwardly and backs up as the two of you turn to leave. San brings his hand down to your hand, interlocking your fingers, as he picks up your bags and leaves the gym. As you walked down the sidewalk you glanced back at the gym then at San.

“You can let go now,” you say as you look up at him, his cap hat shading in his eyes.

“We gotta sell the act or they may make a scene,” he leans down to whisper to you and your heart skips again. He was so close to you, so close to the point you could feel his body heat radiating onto you, and it got you excited. You thought you just thought San was you know a good looking guy, no romantic feelings, you just appreciate his beauty but after that insanity back there? The way he whispered to you made you freeze up to the point your jaw clenched to hold in all the things you were feeling.

San turned the corner, dragging your frozen presence along, and let go of your head. “They're way out of sight now, we're good to go,” he pats your back and you blush softly with a smile.

“Y-Yeah, we're good,”

“I'll take you back to my place so you can shower, in peace this time,” he laughs softly. “But in all seriousness I had to hold myself back from clocking those guys. No woman should have to deal with disrespect as much as they do these days,” he huffs as he crosses his arms, walking steadily with you. “Like God forbid a woman tries to get fit or take a shower,” he sighs while shaking his head, looking like a disappointed father. “Do you deal with that behavior often?”

“Uhm…not overly,” you shrug and he nods.

“If you ever find yourself in danger call me okay? I couldn't think of a better use for these muscles other than to clock a bastard bothering you,” he says as he pretends to box the air. You chuckle softly but nod.

“Thanks San, I'll call you,” a brief moment of silence fell upon the two of you when you realized you weren't sure where you were going, you were just following San's lead. “Where are we headed?” You ask as you trot along beside you.

“My place, so you can shower in peace,” he chuckles and you find yourself blushing. You had been at his house a few times before but showering in someone else's house feels like the next step in a friendship. When you get to his place you take your gym bag to the bathroom and San shows you how to use his shower just in case you didn't know. “This is temperature obviously and on the shower head there are four settings, the further you go to the right the higher the pressure goes and stuff,” he shows you before setting the showerhead back on its little perch. “You good?” He gives you a little thumbs up and you nod.

“Yes, thank you Sannie,” you smile and he blushes softly at the nickname.

“Sannie,” he repeats and laughs softly before leaving the bathroom. You sigh softly and begin to undress but just as you start San comes back in. “Sorry, here's a new towel and you can set your clothes on the counter here,” he hands you the towel and takes the old one off the rail. You thank him as he leaves you alone.

You undress and turn on the shower, making sure it's the right temperature before hopping in. You take your shower relatively quickly but as you water down your body you notice his body wash…he wouldn't mind you borrowing just a little bit right? Maybe? What's the worst he could do? Get mad at you for using it but meh he'll get over it. Unless he thinks you're a weirdo or creep for him. But that's way too far, he probably won't even notice unless he's sniffing you which would make him a creep and without thinking any further you grab the pale blue bottle and squirt a little bit of the soap into your hand, since there were no clothes nearby you had to result to just your hands which is fine, but as soon as you squirted out the soap Sans scent filled the room.

Whenever he'd spot you or help you get into good positions he'd get close enough to you that you could smell him and this is exactly what he smelt like…obviously. But it made your heart flutter. The scent was so indescribable. Coconut mixed with vanilla and maybe a hint of that fresh air smell. Oh, it was so good. You lathered the soap over yourself as you watched the suds bubble up before washing off of your body. Before you could even think you were smelling all of his soaps, like a fucking weirdo. But he'd never know so what's the harm? His shampoo was overwhelmingly strong. It had a very fruity smell, like a deep cherry or strawberry. He wouldn't mind if you borrowed it right? Either way you used just a little bit before getting out and drying yourself off.

The towel was nice and warm and very freshly scented. His laundry detergent was also very pleasantly scented, smelt like fresh air, and filled your head with images of clouds in a blue sky. You finished drying off and threw on your dry clothes before brushing down your damp hair. You put everything back the way you had found it and went to go find San.

You found him out in the living room on his couch and he turned to look at you. "Hey," he smiles as he looks you up and down very quickly. "Have a nice shower?" He asks to distract himself from your body.

"Very nice," you laugh softly before sitting next to him. When you sat down he got a whiff of his bodywash. He was surprised, the shock showing on his face for a split second, but he didn't mention it.

"So...are you gonna stick around or carry on with your schedule?" San asked very light-heartedly, he wouldn't be offended if you wanted to leave.

"I'll stay for a bit but I need to run some errands today," you say as you check your phone and San nods. The two of you hang out for a bit before you continue on with your day. That evening you get home and realize you left your bag at San's place. Your hairbrush, deodorant, pads, chapstick, and much more were in there. You decided to text him about it and he instantly found it in the bathroom.

You• would it be okay if I swing by after dinner to get it?

⛰️• ofc, I'll be here 👍

You• thank you 😭

After texting him you began to cook dinner before, of course, eating it. You then went down to San's apartment again and you couldn't help but feel excited to see him again. Even though it had only been a few hours you always craved to be near him...in a friendly way of course. When you came by he had your bag ready for you by the door and you wanted to ask if you could hang out for a bit but...you couldn't.

"I think everything's in there," San says as he hands it to you. You take the bag and smile, thanking him, but San could see you were thinking about something. "Y/N, you okay? You seem...distracted," he leans against the doorframe and you feel your heart stop at your face heating up.

"W-Well there was a complication with some of the pipes in my apartment and we were told to leave but I haven't found anywhere I can crash for the night," you make up a lie to stay at his place and he looks surprised.

"Oh well you can stay here for as long as you need. It gets lonely here by myself and my cat," he smiles, his dimples showing and you look at him surprised.

"You have a cat?" You chuckle softly and San laughs. He takes you into his apartment again and goes to his bedroom, encouraging you to follow. He then picks up a big long haired white cat.

"This is Muffin," he holds the cat up in his arms and encourages you to pet her. She's extremely fluffy and doesn't seem to mind being pet, she kinda just sits there. San also shows you his spare room. "There's not a lot here, not even a bed, so you might wanna sleep on the couch instead,"

"Thank you so much for letting me stay over," you smile at him, feeling a tinge of guilt but it was buried down by your excitement to spend the night with him. San shrugs.

"No problem, you hungry?" He pushes himself off the doorframe and walks out to the kitchen. You follow after him, Muffin following you as well, to the kitchen.

"Not overly, ate before getting here,"

"Right," San nods but makes you have a snack with him anyway. He sticks on a movie to entertain you but you end up talking to each other the whole time, the movie now out of question. The two of you got to talk on a deeper level than usual, things like relationship struggles and internal battles you've fought growing up. San always looked up at you so sincerely. His eyes were filled with sincerity and interest, he didn't just hear your words he listened to them, a trait many men fail to hinder. But something about his gaze so focused on you made you feel...excited. You felt like you were gonna flutter away at any given moment.

The two of you then go quiet, staring into each other's eyes, San then clears his throat. "Would you like a blanket?" He offers you a blanket and throws one on for himself. You snuggle up into the blankets and are overtaken with his scent again. You go back to watching the movie and then...you feel a sex scene approaching. Your body tenses as the girl on screen seduces the man and you chuckle softly but San remains focused on the show.

Eventually the two characters get down and dirty and you for some reason feel the need to turn away. Just a second ago you had so much to talk about but now...

"What a nice...ceiling you have," you chuckle and San laughs.

"If it's too tense for you we can skip this scene," San tilts his head at you but his words made your mind flicker for a moment. It was different from him saying "we can skip this scene" he said "if it's too tense," you thought of how to respond.

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"Why don't we just pause it?" You suggest and San nods with a little shrug before pausing the movie mid-moan. You turned your body to look at him and he did the same, slightly man-spreading as he lifted a leg on the couch and held his arms open on the head of the couch. That's when you noticed the tent in his pants. You were excited at the sight but disappointed in the fact you weren't the cause of his arousal.

"Do you...have a boyfriend?" He asks softly and you look at him shocked. "Or girlfriend," he chuckles, breaking the ice a little. "I don't judge," he confirms and you think for a moment.

"N-No, I'm single," you smile. "But you surely must have someone in your sights," you giggle and San smirks slightly, chuckling under his breath.

"You could say that," he tilts his head up before looking you up and down. "What about pets? Got any furry or scaly friends at home?" He smiles light heartedly.

"I do actually. I have a fish and a cat, kinda ironic isn't it?" You laugh softly and San smirks.

"So where are they staying tonight?"

You freeze at his words.

"W-What do you mean?" You laugh but you knew you weren't getting through to him. Your face starts to turn red as you realized you've been caught lying.

"Well you have to stay here tonight because your apartment is having "complications" right? So, where are your pets?"

"They're at my...they didn't have to..." you try to make an excuse but your mind goes blank as you become flustered. San then leans forward.

"I don't mind you staying the night but if you wanted to spend time with me you could've just asked baby,"

To be continued...

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez smut #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #ateez scenarios #ateez fic #san ateez #san x reader #san smut #choi san #ateez of san

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lovesickhog · 6 months ago

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What if I was fairy sized and a transmasc kidnapped me and kept me as their little pet. They'd keep me secret. Stowed away in a small improvised terrarium, hidden in their room.

It would be innocent at first. Just trying to figure things out about me. Seeing if I can talk (I can't), seeing it I understand their speech (maybe the simplest tings), seeing if I like being pet (oh, I do.)... Interesting... Suddenly they're exploring my body. Touching me from the hair on my head down to my little feet. And with the trailing of their fingertips along my skin I shudder and grimace. It's clear that the sensation is a bit overwhelming for me. But I'm not getting aggressive. So I probably am enjoying it somewhat.

For a while the petting is somewhat decent. Just stroking me like a captured bird, because I'm soft and cute. And I am theirs.

But eventually, after holding me in a tight grip for a while one day, they realize they can feel something sticky on the inside of their hand. It's coming from my body. They take a steady grip of my wing and unclasp their fist. I collapse onto their open hand, my face flushed red and panting. I instinctively spread my legs and they notice for the first time, my wet engorged cunt, leaking fairy slick out on their palm. It seems they had worked me up thouroughly just by petting me.

At that point it's too late to back down. They bring me to their bed and unzip their pants with one hand while pulling the hand with me in it up to their face. They take a greedy huff of me and moan. I blush even harder, I'm not trying to cover up but they can tell I'm embarrassed. They lower me down to their crotch and with one hand, deftly takes off their trousers and underwear in one motion.

I'm close enough to feel the heat that's built up in their tdick. It's warm and sweaty and I can smell it clearly from this distance. I can sense they are having a moment of doubt. They're hesitating. Is this okay to do? Can they use a fairy they found to get off or is that Messed Up? I realize now that they're not actually holding me. I'm unrestrained in the palm of their hand and when I look at their face I ser they've clenched their eyes and face shut in a moment of focus. My eyes dart to the window, then back to my captor. I could escape easily. I look at the window again before my eyes... Slowly... Drag themselves back... To their swollen cock.

I hear them let out an exasperated moan before their entire body shudders. I had jumped out of their palm and onto their dick face first. I rub my entire face on it and it's clearly sensitive for them. They grab me and pull me off in a panic. No matter, I got what I wanted. That feeling of hesitation within them is clearly gone now. Their cock got a taste for fairy and now it needs more.

They sit down with their back against the wall. Gripping me with one hand around my torso and neck. Using their other hand they spread my legs, I keep them spread for my owner, like an proper action figurine. They lower me down onto their dick and effortlessly sink into my wet fairy cunt. There's some embarrassing sloppy noises that make me blush and squirm, trying desperately to hide my face in my hands. Instead left with the only choice being craning my neck and hiding my face in the bend of their finger. I bite down gently on their skin to give myself anything else to focus on but the sound of my hole being shallowly dug out by this giant pervert.

#ess says #ess writes #fairies #god I am gonna be obsessed with being a fairy forever now fuck

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uravitypng · 8 months ago

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bird creature/hybrid keigo takami x chubby reader

KINKTOBER: breeding (+praise)

word count: 3.0k words / mdni ! 18+ / this turned into a full on fic and is pretty fluffy tbh <3 it has more plot than porn sdfgjhbmfbxfvcbsxn and i haven't read it through properly but ssshhhh

being kicked out of your party sucks, 'you don't fill the roll of beast tamer' or something, they've found someone more skilled and experienced so now you're stuck alone in the middle of a forest after accepting a quest which you currently regret taking.

it should be a simple herb collection quest but it's being more of a hassle than it's worth, you shred off the top layers of your clothes and tie it around your waist, dropping your sheep hide bag and gulping down some of your water. after a while you stumble across a clearing with a lake and it looks like you'll finally be able to have room to properly set up your tent.

you don't realise but you're being watched. golden brown eyes piercing down at you, watching you with hawk-eyed vision on high alert to his surroundings. you met him the following morning, as you were leaving your tent something suddenly blocked out the sunlight before landing next to you. a bird creature was in front of you or maybe he was a hybrid, you weren't sure but he was rather intimidating. this man has bright red feather wings with a huge wing span and sandy blonde and white small fluffy parts on his arms and chest covered with a brown flimsy tunic with a handsome human face with golden eyes and blonde windswept hair. you're already quite fearful but after you spot his talons that look like they could slice you in half you really start panicking.

you were able to calm down when he smiled and held out his hand, you flinched first but in his palms where berries. you know those berries, they were edible, very rare and very tasty. later you found out his name was keigo but everyone call him hawks, when he told you this he also told you that he wanted you to call him keigo. he has limited human speech and it was hard to communicate with each other but you both tried your best.

you don't know this but when you accepted the berries he gave you in his mind that made you his mate, it solidified it in his mind and he was very happy that you accepted his advances. he's your provider and he has to look after you. you don't know that he thinks like that though.

you should of left the forest weeks ago, there was no reason for you to stay... well apart from keigo. you knew he would stay in the forest it's his home, you couldn't ask him to go with you and why would he? 'i probably care about him a lot more than he does me, which is fine! he likely has plenty of friends and his own kind in the forest, i just miss company after what happened with my old party... i like his company.' you can't bring yourself to leave, not yet, even if that means you're getting close to the rainy season, and it's always dangerous to be out in the wild in the rainy season. it's so easy to wind up dead, your body never found either downstream or at the bottom of cliffs that people can't access.

"shit!" you were foresting for some berries when you felt a drop of rain fall on your head, that drop turned into ten, then twenty, then fifty, all in a matter of seconds. you nearly fell as you tried to turn back to the somewhat safer option of your tent but the ground below you quickly became mud and slippy causing you to trip, luckily you were able to catch yourself on a nearby tree before falling face first and getting back as fast but safely as you can.

you're soaked to the bone and as the tent finally meets your eyeline it's getting you to walk quicker. you hear something above and you look up the best you can, covering your eyes with your hand but still somehow some water gets in your eyes, looking above you see hawks flying to you. "keigo, what are you doing?! go home, get in the tent, get anywhere. i know it might be different for you, i know you're less fragile than me but it's still raining heavily. what if there's lightning!" you shout at him to the sky.

keigo lands down, water slashing you in the process and getting mud on your trousers. he's careful as he pulls you towards him, making sure his talons won't hurt you and you're pressed against his body, "come." you're confused and you try to move so you can reach your tent but as you look behind you your back straightens as you see your tent. you don't even know if you could call it a tent anymore. the wind has blown it so much that it's just broken cut up fabric tied down by one singular peg, the others already blown away. "come," he repeats himself and pulls you closer towards his warm body before flying away, you can't help but scream as you lift up off the ground and you swear over the rain you can hear keigo laugh. you always wondered what it would be like if he took you up in his wings to fly, you've always thought they were so majestic but you never envisioned it going like this.

it's hard to hear and talk over the heavy patter of the rain but you try anyway. "keigo where are we going?"

"home," he replies and you hear him loud and clear, you don't know if that's because he's louder than the rain or leaning close to you or if you hear it loud and clear because your heart is just beating out of your chest at the answer.

it seemed like a long while of flying but when you finally reached the floor keigo carefully landed and put you down. looking around to where you are you see that you're outside a cave but you don't know that you can call it a cave anymore. at a quick glance from the outside it looks like it was originally a cave but the opening is covered by rocks, wood and other building materials, keeping the inside warm and dry. there's a wooden door to the side and you think you can see a lock on it. the outside reminded you a lot of your childhood home but you can't pinpoint why. "come," he grabs your wrist cautiously with his talons and leads you inside.

a blast of heat hits you when you enter and you immediately warm up, even if it's just a little bit through your wet clothes. it looks pretty barren apart from some small trinkets along the wall and the bed is covered in blankets and other fluffy comfortable things, definitely more comfortable than anything you've been sleeping recently. you stay where you are not moving from the door, not wanting to get everything wet. keigo leaves but comes back a minute or so after with a towel for you and second one in his hand for him.

"thank you," you say quietly and shyly taking the towel from him. after doing your best to dry your hair and dry the rest of your clothes keigo leans down to your neck and nuzzles you while cooing, heat quickly rises to your cheeks and he pulls back and takes you further into his home before dropping your hand and he goes back into one of his back rooms.

you miss his hand in yours but when he returns he's holding a shirt, "for you."

"me?" you point to yourself and he nods. "i don't know if it will fit, i might be a bit small." you tell him but he looks back at you with an easygoing smile that puts you at ease. you know it probably won't fit right, you're not exactly small but you don't have much choice with how wet your clothes are. "thank you," you return his smile. you feel small under his gaze as he looks at you, it seems like he has no plan to leave you alone to get changed or look away. "um, okay, i'll-" you turn away from him and lift up your top. when you take it off and start to fold it keigo holds you from behind, wrapping his arms around you, his wings softly fluttering. you get flustered and wonder what you should do, this isn't normal human behaviour but keigo isn't human maybe this is completely normal for him, although he's never done this before, but maybe he knows how cold you are.

"k-keigo i need to put this on, i'll get cold." he's slow as he takes his hands off you, making you shiver in the process. you quickly get changed pulling on the top that you've been given and pulling down your trousers. you were right about how it doesn't fit you but at least you're dry. the top is thin and covers up to your mid-thigh, the fabric tight along your waist, stomach and breasts but it's still comfortable. you turn round to look at him and twiddle with your thumbs, he smiles at you again and rubs his face against yours, making your cheeks heat up.

"drink?"

"huh?" you ask slightly distracted by how intimate this is.

"drink? keep you warm." he gestures to you and then gestures to another room. you nod your head, not knowing what drink you're saying yes to but happy to be warm and experience what drinks keigo likes and drinks, it might just be tea you'll have to wait and see.

you feel a bit uncomfortable just standing around and you don't notice any chairs so you perch yourself on the bed, hoping keigo won't mind. when keigo comes back he's wearing different clothes and he's holding two mugs, you smile at him and you notice he doesn't smile back. 'did i do something wrong? he's not smiling. maybe i was wrong about him not minding about me sitting down on the bed, i should of just stayed standing up.' keigo is holding onto the mugs so tightly that his hands are turning white. "i'm really sorry keigo, i didn't mean to make you angry," you rush out as quick as you can, hurrying to get up but as you start lifting off the bed two feathers rapidly leave keigo's wings and pins you down to the bed by the top you're wearing. you've never seen him do that before so part of you is thinking about how impressive it is, the other part of you worried and confused hoping he'll forgive you for whatever accidental mistake you made.

keigo places the cups down on the side. "i'm sor-" before you can finish your sentence, he moves on top of you, making your eyes widen, at that moment you see his eyes, heavily dilated looking down at you tenderly but hungrily.

"do you like?" he asks stroking your chubby cheeks.

"like?" you ask confused.

"nest." he kisses your nose.

you're not one hundred percent sure what you're saying yes to but you think he's talking about what you're laying on and you do like it, it's warm and cosy and you could stay here for ever. "i like it very much. i could stay here forever."

keigo trills when he hears you say that, "did a good job?"

you never thought keigo would be one for seeking approval but you suppose everyone does. "amazing job." you nod your head and lift your hands up to his wings and run your hands through them making him shiver. after all that's happened you're still surprised as he gently bites your lip, a silent request for you to open your mouth and you grant him access, parting your lips, keigo taking the lead controlling the movement as your tongues intertwine and you kiss. you have no idea how much time goes by, so caught up in the moment, it could of been three minutes or thirty for all you know, all you know is how good everything feels.

as you move apart you open up your eyes to see him smirking at you, your cheeks are hot. he kisses the corner of your mouth and squeezes your plush thighs before gently trailing his knuckle up and down your inner thigh, slowly inching up your, his, top. keigo brings both his hands to your outer thighs and slivers up the rest of the top until he sees your hips, eyes practically glowing as he nuzzles your neck again.

at some point while all of this was happening he started rubbing his hard dick along your thigh, getting precum everywhere, you had no idea when was able to take off his clothes.

this time he uses his talons as he rips up your underwear leaving you bare and maybe you should be scared of how close his talons were to you but you weren't. he uses his knuckles again and brushes along your opening, he thrills when he feels how wet you are and before you even realise it he's slowly pushing himself into you. he sees you wince and kisses all along your neck and pauses for a second, then continues just as slow as he was before not wanting to hurt you. when he's fully in he waits and kisses you all over, touching all over your body, your hips and stomach especially, groping and squeezing. keigo feels you start relaxing around him and starts moving, slow thrusts in and out of you, not wanting to hurt you.

keigo's thrusts start to speed up uncontrollable as he kept feeling you clench around him and how wet you are, almost feral, animalistic. a white creamy ring forms at the bottom of his dick and he becomes more and more feral. you moan loudly and bury your head into the soft blankets and materials. "feel so good!" you cry out mumbled against the pillows. you ball your fists up into the covers, holding onto them tight and keigo goes harder.

"you feel good too. i'll keep making you feel good," he leans down to your ear and kisses your cheek. you nod your head even though it wasn't a question and keigo's eyes dilate even more than they have been. he touches you very gently, circling against your clit and kisses your pulse point, delicately sucking a mark on your neck. his pace stays the same, still fast. your back arches and you feel the coil in your stomach winding up more and more, so close to snapping. you whine as the coil in you snaps and you cum, body tight in an arch before shaking.

keigo smirks as he watches your body fall and go limp. he picks up your legs and folds you in half, gripping hold of your thighs tightly and his pace increases so fast that it leaves you breathless, your body bounces and he watches you ravenously. "gonna give you my seed, gonna make you a pretty mummy." keigo chokes a groan and holds onto you tighter. you should be trying to move away and tell him no but you don't, instead you clench tighter around him and nod your head rapidly in desire, you've never wanted something so badly. warm ropes of cum spills into you filling you up. keigo smirks and peppers your face with kisses.

"keigo have you seen how messy tsunagu's clothes are! it's a nightmare washing them all the time!" you complain scowling as you pick up your youngest sons shirt.

keigo chuckles and comes up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist, kissing you behind you ear, "he's such a troublemaker." you shiver as you feel his breath against your skin and his voice so close to you, he smirks.

it's been five years since you first stepped foot in your home, it's been five years since you and keigo first had sex. in those five years a lot has changed, your relationship included. you and keigo have no problem communicating anymore, both now speaking the same language with keigo learning how to write and read everything too. you have two boys together and they're wonderful. you got married and it was one of the happiest days of your life. you've practically abandoned human civilisation, by your own choice. occasionally you'll go into town if you need something but you stay in the forest most of the time. you've met keigo's friend and they all call him hawks, even the ones he's known since children. you asked him why he told you to call him keigo when you first met especially since everyone calls him hawks and he told you it's because he knew as soon as he met you that you were his mate and you would spend the rest of your life together.

"i know a way to calm him down." you hear the mischievous tone in his voice.

you play along, "oh?"

"i think he needs to be a big brother." he pulls you closer to him and rubs your soft stomach.

grinning wide, "really?"

keigo hums and kisses your neck. "yeah birdie, a little one he can help and look after will keep him out of trouble." he nuzzles against you and plays with your stomach. he turns you around to look at him, holding onto your hands and smirking. nonchalantly asking, "what are we aiming for this time? a girl or another boy?" he taps his finger to his chin, "i'm thinking girl."

"i'm thinking a girl too," you smile fondly and kiss his nose. keigo's wings flutter out when you kiss him and you giggle.

"i'll lock the door."

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