#Too lazy to do it right now but anyway they silly

[vampstel]

I think I got the whole family finished and ready to go…

[office-dante]

Happy Pride Month Mr. Dante!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

[mechahero]

//Didn't rb SWSC Lambda but I finally cracked down and made a Dead Tired outfit instead lol

alternate slipper color/pattern additions under the cut

[tanicus-caesareth]

guarana drama, damage control

[auggieblogs]

freckle kisses ֶָ֢ | MV1

Max Verstappen x fem! reader

Author's note: Hello, lovelies!!! I hope everyone is doing good. This fic has been in my drafts for a while now and I finally had the motivation to edit it today. The Max brainrot is very real, I cannot stop thinking about his little freckle. He is so beautiful🥹. Anyways, I hope you all like this piece. Happy reading<3

ALSO fun fact, I have a freckle that's right below my lower lip jshshdjdhs I don't know I think it's a sign!!! (im delusional)

―୨୧⋆ ˚masterlist

Max was used to the routine. Before the haze of sleep fully left him every morning, he would feel the soft, warm press of her lips against the tiny freckle on his upper lip. It was her unique ritual, a habit she had never skipped, and he had come to adore.

As the sun streamed through the blinds of their bedroom, she stirred beside him, her eyes fluttering open. Without missing a beat, she leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on his freckle. Max smiled, his heart swelling with love.

"Morning, love," he murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep.

"Morning, Maxie," she replied, her voice light and cheerful.

Every day followed this pattern. Whether Max was leaving for a race, taking a break between practice sessions, or they were about to make love, her lips always found that freckle. It was her little act of love, and Max never questioned it. He cherished it

One lazy Sunday afternoon, they were lounging in their living room, a movie playing in the background. She lay on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat. Max absentmindedly played with her hair, occasionally pressing soft kisses to her forehead. She sighed contentedly, snuggling closer.

Max felt her shift slightly, and there it was again. Her lips met his freckle in a gentle kiss before trailing a line of kisses up to his lips. "I love you," she mumbled softly against his skin.

"I love you too," Max replied, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

He paused momentarily, a curious look crossing his face, "Why do you always kiss my freckle?"

She looked up at him with a shy smile, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "It's silly," she said.

Max tilted her chin up gently, his eyes searching hers. "It’s not stupid if it’s something you do," he said softly. "Tell me, please."

She took a deep breath before explaining, "Well, my mom used to tell me that freckles or moles are spots where lovers used to kiss you in past lives. She said they’re like beauty marks, little reminders of love."

Max's expression softened, a tender smile spreading across his face. "That's beautiful," he said, his voice filled with genuine emotion.

She laughed softly, the sound like music to his ears. "I told you it was silly."

"It's not silly," Max replied, taking her hand in his and bringing it to his lips. He kissed her knuckles gently, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's one of the sweetest things I've ever heard. And I love you for it."

Her heart swelled with love as she looked at him, feeling incredibly lucky to have someone like Max in her life. "I love you too," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight. They stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other’s warmth, the movie long forgotten.

Max chuckled softly, breaking the comfortable silence. "So, every time you kiss that freckle, it’s like you’re saying hello to my past lovers?" he teased.

She laughed, playfully swatting his chest. "Or maybe it’s just my way of marking my territory," she quipped back.

Max laughed, the sound rich and joyful. "Well, consider it marked," he said, leaning down to capture her lips in a loving kiss.

[silusvesuius]

deux

this tree from my new drawing looking goated afffffff 👑👑

[zorobraun]

simon can’t help but touch himself when he’s away from you :(

“look who’s finally picking up my call.” you say in a sarcastic playful tone. he just chuckles quietly, and you can almost tell that he’s rolling his eyes right now. “don’t be needy, love. you’re acting as if i don’t pick up all of your fifty calls a day.” simon replies in a sarcastic playful tone as well, teasing you slightly. this time, you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling at his silly statement anyway. he’s silly, but he’s your silly. and you miss him so fucking much.

“you don’t give me attention anymore, babe. all you care about is being a tough guy, a strong soldier, an idiot who risks his own life for fun.” you tease him back as you lean your back against the headboard of simon’s bed. there’s a hint of neediness in your voice that makes him sigh heavily, as if he can’t wait to come back home and stuff your mouth full of his cock so you can stop complaining all the time. all you do is whine about his absence.

“are you laying on my bed right now, baby?” simon asks you, hearing the light squeaking of the bed whenever you move your body. “yeah, why?” you shrug, putting your phone on the nightstand and pressing the speaker button on the screen. you sigh lazily, laying down completely on his side of the bed, because it smells like him. you close your eyes for a second, breathing calmly. simon licks his lips quickly, adjusting himself on the chair of his room.

his door is locked and he can’t help but get horny just with the sound of your slow and lazy breathing. it kind of reminds him of the way you breathe when he wakes you up by being in between your legs. simon’s mind starts to wander and before he could think twice, his cock is out of his trousers and his hand is stroking it slightly, trying to not wake you up on the other side of the line. the thought of you almost begging to be fucked and to be given a little attention makes him pick up his pace and almost cum on the spot, but he controls himself.

simon begins to breathe heavily, his grunting and panting are noises that you can recognize from afar, and it wakes you up from your half-sleep. “what are you doing?” you ask him in a sleepy but teasing voice, sitting on the bed as you realize that your boyfriend is a freak. your voice and your teasing tone just makes him ten times harder as he keeps stroking himself at a fast pace. “keep talking, princess. i’m so close.” he breathes out, groaning quietly. you swallow hard, getting turned on with this whole situation.

“i really miss you, simon.” you say in a quiet whisper, your tone is so soft and needy that it makes simon’s cock throb in his hand. you really miss him and sometimes he has no idea at all of how much you suffer without him. however, right now, he’s not thinking of you in a romantic way whatsoever, and it almost pisses him off that you’re not quite matching his attitude at the moment. the way you’re so head over heels for him turns him on anyway, though.

he’s so in love with you that he doesn’t mind your naïve persona, and whatever you say will make him cum either way, just because he loves you so much and he can’t wait to come back home to you and do whatever he wants with you. “i miss you too, pretty baby. i can’t wait to come back home and fuck my little princess real nice and slow, make her feel every inch of me, just how she likes it.” simon breathes out again, he sounds so breathy right now, as if he’s one stroke away to cumming on his hand. “promise to be waiting for me on my bed with your legs spread when i arrive?” he adds, moaning quietly.

“y-yes.”

[punkshort]

to have and to hold

A The Way We Were/Look What We've Become one-shot

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader (established relationship)

Summary: You and Joel enjoy a quiet morning together the day after your wedding.

Warnings: language, fluff, smut (18+ MDNI), unprotected piv sex, brief mention of oral (m!receiving), an absurd amount of happiness and love.

WC: 2.2K

dividers by @saradika-graphics

Was it what you always envisioned for your wedding day?

Certainly not.

No, you definitely didn't imagine finding the love of your life, who also happened to be your extremely intimidating boss, right before the apocalypse. You didn't think you would spend a year traveling across the country together, fighting for your lives and keeping one another safe while doing your best to deny your feelings for him, and he for you.

Yet somehow, it all worked out. After enduring unspeakable things in that year, you found sanctuary in Jackson, Wyoming, with Joel's brother. Tommy had a very different experience in that first year. He managed to find Maria, his wife, and create a beautiful community. The walls around the town were still being constructed when they found you both on the side of the road, on your way to Yellowstone to settle down together someplace safe. They took you in and you acclimated nicely, although it took a long time for you both to feel safe, to let go of that nagging feeling in the back of your head that said stay alert, keep one eye open, stay awake. But you did, and you each finally found peace.

Sure, it wasn't all easy. Old fears cropped back up when Joel mentioned starting a family and getting married. You said all the wrong things, anxiety driving you instead of your heart and it nearly destroyed you both. But with time, you managed to work through your fears and you came out on the other end stronger than ever.

And now you were married. Devoted to one another forever, said the words with tears in your eyes and smiles on your faces in front of your friends and family. Ellie never called you mom and dad, but you took on the roles for her, anyway. You fed her, taught her, kept her safe, kept her secret. She was just as much family as Tommy and Maria, who also stood by your sides as you exchanged vows.

As silly as it was, Joel still insisted on keeping the hair tie you had given him that night wrapped tightly around his wrist. It was a makeshift ring, a symbol more than anything of your love and devotion to him, and even though you had since found a thin gold band for him to wear one day not too far outside the walls under Tommy's guard, Joel still never took off that hair tie.

It was the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes the day after your wedding. Your cheek was pressed against his bare chest, his right arm wrapped possessively around your middle and his left hand resting on his stomach. The way the sun beamed in through your bedroom curtains made the gold band around his finger practically sparkle, or maybe you were just imagining it. Either way, it made you smile and nuzzle into his warmth even more, inhaling his natural, comforting scent.

He took a deep breath, his chest rising underneath your cheek, then you heard him grunt softly before his fingers twitched then left his stomach in favor of scratching his beard.

"'S'late," he yawned, voice thick and gravelly. The way it sent a wave of arousal through you, you would have thought he said the most filthy, depraved thing known to man.

"We were up late," you reminded him, biting your lip when you saw the slow smile spread across his face.

"Oh, I remember," he teased before his hands found your hips and shifted you so you were lying on top of him. You pressed a slow, lazy kiss against the center of his chest and you could feel his heart fluttering under your lips.

"What do you want to do today?" you asked him sleepily.

He hummed and you got your answer before he even had a chance to respond when you felt a familiar twitch against your leg.

"I planned on stayin' in bed with my wife all damn day," he said, making you giggle.

"I like the sound of that."

With Ellie at a sleepover, which was at her own insistence to give you some space on your wedding night, a gesture both thoughtful and embarrassing in nature, you knew you had at least a few more hours to yourselves.

"C'mere," he murmured, his chest rumbling underneath you. With a grin, you propped yourself on your elbows so you could reach his mouth. Pressing your lips together gently, you each sighed, feeling yourself relax even more in his arms.

His tongue swiped along your bottom lip and you dropped your jaw, allowing your tongues to lazily reunite. One of his hands delicately traced your spine while the other cupped your cheek, cradling it like you were made of glass. You leaned your face into the palm of his hand, letting him hold you close. It felt like he had you completely surrounded, like your body was just melting right into his, and you couldn't be any happier.

Well, that wasn't exactly true. Turned out, you could be a little happier. That became rather clear when your kisses grew heated, your hands began to roam and your hips started to shift. You didn't even bother to ask, you just pushed yourself up so your legs were straddling him on either side and reached between both your bodies, angling his cock so it lined up with your opening and slowly, oh so slowly, you sunk down. You watched through heavy lidded eyes as his face went slack and his brow furrowed, taking great pride in the way you made this broad, strong, beast of a man all pliant and soft underneath you. How you and you alone with one touch or look could stop him dead in his tracks.

"Yeah, sweetheart, that's it," he growled when you started to move. He pressed his head back into his pillow and groaned, watching as the evidence of your arousal smeared between you both with each rock of your hips. His hands gripped your waist, one set of fingertips brushing up against the shiny, but faded, scars on your ribs. His eyes focused on them for a moment, allowing his ego to inflate just a bit when he recalled what you would be willing to do for him. It was the same he would be willing to do, and have done, for you: kill anyone who dared try to do you harm.

His hands drifted over your stomach, rough palms gliding over smooth skin, until he reached your breasts. He squeezed one, then the other, then drew small circles over your nipples, flicking his nail against the hardening bud and making you whine.

It didn't take much convincing. Just one hand pressing lightly on your back made you fall forward, planting a hand on either side of his head so he could take your nipple into his mouth while you continued to ride him at a pace you seemed to enjoy best.

"Feel so good," you practically slurred, your mind growing numb as your pleasure built. He released your breast with a smack to his lips and pushed you back so you were upright once again. His eyes looked black when he met your gaze and he clenched his jaw before he muttered lowly, "fuckin' take it. C'mon, lemme see you work for it."

You took a deep breath and stabilized your palms against his chest before tilting your hips up and dropping them down quickly, over and over in a steady, fast rhythm that had your skin slapping together obscenely in the otherwise quiet house.

"Yeah, that's it. Fuck, what a good girl," he murmured. You could see the shift in his face now and it fucking thrilled you. Gone were the sweet, loving looks and chaste, gentle kisses. Now that his own pleasure was mounting low in his stomach, his cock throbbing and begging for release deep within you, he was growing impatient. He bared his teeth while you kept up your fast, tight pace, eyes flashing up at you hungrily, heat flushing his chest and neck and you briefly thought he looked not unlike an animal, the thought only spurring you on more.

"Keep fuckin' yourself on my cock, sweetheart," he gritted out. "Look so pretty like this, all stuffed full of me. My beautiful wife," he added, his voice dropping to an adoring whisper with his last words. It had you tipping you head with a deep moan, your gaze locking onto the ceiling while you continued to ride him as best you could with trembling legs.

And he could feel it. He could feel your legs shake, he could hear your breath stutter and he knew you were growing weak but fuck if you didn't try to push through it just to please him. The mere thought practically short circuited his brain, his senses dulling at the idea of someone as perfect as you wanting to do what he asked. But he knew you were tired and sore from the previous night. He hardly let you rest once you finally tore away from the festivities to be alone for the first time as husband and wife, but you both knew the desire was double sided. You couldn't keep your hands off him, either. After all, it was you who dropped to your knees in your beautiful fucking dress right on the other side of your front door, barely making it inside, to take his cock down your throat.

So he decided to help. His hands found their place on your hips, thumbs pressing into the crease of your thighs, and he bucked up into you, each movement paired with a deep grunt that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your fingernails digging into his chest.

When your body shuddered and your jaw hung open, a sharp gasp the only sound to leave your lips, he smirked because he knew what would happen next. Your perfect fucking pussy clenched around him so deliciously, squeezing and relaxing over and over again while each wave of your orgasm ripped through you. The sight and feel was unlike anything else, the experience simply incomparable.

He lifted you off him quickly, making you yelp in surprise, and rolled you over so you were on your back. He knelt between your legs and furiously tugged at his cock, his eyes fixated on your spent cunt. He groaned loudly and fell forward onto one hand as he came, painting your stomach with his release, and you watched in a daze as you continued to catch your breath.

"Christ," he gasped when he was finally finished, then collapsed next to you with a tired groan. "Gonna kill me one day."

You giggled and tossed your forearm across your eyes, and he grinned before reaching toward the ground for something to clean you up.

"Why don't I make you breakfast?" he offered softly as he wiped the rag over your belly. You hummed and dropped your arm to your side with a smile.

"I think Julia baked us muffins as a wedding present. The basket should be downstairs somewhere."

He was surprised his stomach didn't growl on command.

"You stay here, I'll be right back," he said before kissing the tip of your nose and lifting himself up with a grunt. He slid on his boxers, not fully convinced that Ellie wouldn't come bounding through the front door unannounced, before heading down the steps. While the coffee brewed, he rubbed his lower back with a wince. The last twelve hours wore him out, but he wouldn't ever let you see it. But by the time he got back upstairs with a tray full of muffins, coffee and apples, he could tell you were just as exhausted as him. You had hardly moved from the spot where he left you, but he couldn't deny you looked completely relaxed.

You ate in a comfortable silence, picking at baked goods and feeding each other pieces of apple until you were full. Afterwards, you took his left hand in both of yours and admired the way it now looked adorned with a gold band, marking him as yours forever.

"Looks good on you," you murmured. He smiled and cupped your jaw with his other hand, kissing your lips so tenderly it took your breath away.

"What do we do now?" he asked, nuzzling the side of your face.

"What we promised we would do," you said with a sigh. You leaned into him, head coming to rest on his shoulder while his arms circled your waist, holding you as close as he could.

It took him a moment, but he understood what you meant.

I promise to love and cherish you. To remain faithful, to protect you, to laugh and cry with you. To grow together and lean on one another. Until my very last breath, this I swear.

His chest swelled at the memory and he felt so happy in that moment, he thought he could float away.

He took a deep breath and kissed the top of your head before replying.

"Okay."

[mayordea]

Happy birthday to the number one princess in the world!! 💖

~from her biggest fans :)

ramble of my scattered thoughts on the piece under cut as usual cuz i love talking 😋

This has been an idea I've been cookin for a while, and it was so cluttered and unlike any other ensemble piece I've made... and I decided I oughta do it anyway. I love Miku, I love Vocaloid, and I wanted to do something really ambitious and crazy for her anniversary. Crazy that she's turning her "canon" age this year TwT

I had the idea floating around since like, May...? And then finally started acting on it around June 18. I'm terrible with deadlines, obvious with how I can never make a silly birthday post in time, so I started wayyyy ahead to make sure I have some room to be lazy lol, especially with an idea as ambitious as this.

This was finished on July 12! So I had to sit on this for an annoying amount of time. Very difficult for someone like me who just wants to talk about everything I'm working on to the masses. But at the very least, that gave me the time to work on the draft for this post.

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Here's some ~behind the scenes~ scribbles leading up to the finished piece!

Left is the chicken scratch plan i made in my handy dandy notebook (whenever things are getting real and ambitious, i always made a rough ROUGH plan in there. Usually I'd do a rough pass of the full thing, but this was too complicated for me to do traditionally. I majorly benefited from digital tools to make this possible). CyberDiva and CyberSongman were considered, but I ended up cutting them cuz I just didn't feel like drawing them sorry-- (just pretend they're off to the side. They gave Ruby and Clara the pizza lol). Right is the "final" completed sketch (before I decided to include Chika mid-way through coloring and VY1 and VY2 near the finish line). I started by drawing the main "groups" separated on a different canvas so I can plop them into the main canvas for easy rearranging and transforming. However I got lazy and ended up drawing everyone in the bottom right corner directly on the canvas since I liked seeing the big picture of everyone's positions. Y'know.

Almost excluded Chika! But I like her design so much that I just felt like including her last-minute. You win this time, Chika fans. VY1 and VY2 were very close to being cut! I added them when I began doing the banner and thought "eh why not". I figured their non-human designs would be pretty easy to include pushed back in the bg. Ik VY1 is more commonly associated with the fan design, but I referenced the hairpin cuz it was simpler and the fan looked very annoying to draw 😭

Sorry to the fans of many Vocaloids I had to cut because this composition was insane enough as is. I promise I wanted to include fellas like CUL, LUMi and Sachiko 😭 I will admit I was a little biased on who I wanted to include over others. Like, I don't normally care for Bruno and Clara, but I wanted to get some more international 'loids in the mix. Also wanted to stick in the realm of official designs and not fan-designs since, as much as I can appreciate those, are just a whole "wait who is that guy supposed to be" situation I didn't wanna deal with. I also did wanna include even more character references through the balloons, but they ended up being kind of ugly and overcomplicated the BG :,) (Oh, and while this was originally planned to be a Vocaloid-only piece, I did end up including Teto, Neru, and Haku 'cuz those are Miku's besties dude!!! They may not be Officially in the club but they're her girls and it would be criminal to not invite them to her birthday).

Anyway, this project marks the first time I've drawn a lot of Vocaloids. Lily, Piko, Rana, Yuki, Yukari, Miki, Maika, and many more lol. All of 'em I've heard or seen in passing, but now I actually drew them, and some have really cool and fun designs!! I got into a habit of drawing Merli after this since I just love her design for example. And I'll probably be drawing more lol!!

Oh and the last thing I'll add for now!! The cake is indeed made up of various song references!! I wanted to reference the "big four" producers, just absolute icons in Vocaloid history. The pink/black checkerboard is "World is Mine" (Ryo), the crescents on the side is "Rolling Girl" (Wowaka), the smiley faces is "Matryoshka" (Hachi), and the three hearts on the side is "The Vampire" (DECO*27, which is sort of a symbol of his whole Mannequin album tbh). I know "The Vampire" is a bit modern but I couldn't think of anything else off the top of my head. I'm a fake DECO fan I know 😔 "Matryoshka" was originally going to be referenced in the colors of the candles but believe me it looked like shit so I just went for something else last minute 😭

That's all I have to say!!! Hope you didn't mind the text wall if you made it here. I hope you like it as much as I do!!!! Happy freakin' birthday Miku!!!!

I have to deal with tagging all these characters now for my page,,, in the drafts my tags got cut off after a certain point so I think I'm massively breaching the tag limit 😭 um... I'll figure that out later...

not losing sleep that i can't tag everyone, even for page organization purposes because some characters have pretty generic names and some are a little hard to see in full yknow. If you're one of those people who tag every character in the art piece you reblog... I am very sorry.

[wolfiesmoon]

But... there's only one bed! (WB edition)

umemiya, sakura, suo, kaji x gn!reader

you're on vacation with him, but uh oh, looks like your bedroom only has ONE bed, you know what that means😘 (barely proofread btw)

look at me reusing fic concepts because i'm a lazy btch (and proud), also don't expect this to be the last time you see this fic concept (let's just say i'm cooking some things up) also i do have a longer less silly wind breaker fic in the works dont u worry guys💋

ALSO I COULD HAVE SWORN UMEMIYAS SURNAME WAS SPELT LIKE UNEMIYA WHAT???? i got hit by the mandela effect

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Umemiya Hajime

he's, like, a little too casual about it tbh

"Oh, looks like we'll be sharing a bed. Don't worry, I don't snore!" he smiles at you like an innocent child

you're not even sure if he views this the same way you do, is it kinda like sleeping with a sibling to him?

kinda bums you out since he's your crush and all...🤕

he keeps on wondering why you look kind of down for the rest of the day but you assure him it's nothing

(he makes sure to get you ice cream as a cheer-up gift anyways)

DONT WORRY THO, when it actually comes time to sleep he gets cold feet

in a "oh my god i'm suddenly rethinking this entire up until now platonic relationship" kind of way

"What's wrong? You don't snore, so what's the hold-up?" you decided to tease him using his own words, resting your cheek in your hand and smirking at him

(on the inside you're freaking out at your boldness)

you might as well have hit him with a brick because he "suddenly remembers he forgot something in the bathroom" and has to leave for a few minutes to cool down

you do end up sleeping on the same bed but neither of you can really fall asleep, you know 😁

the friendship never feels the same after that, but that's a good thing, right?

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Suo Hayato

"Oh, that's quite the surprise." he says with that signature smile of his, not looking bothered at all

and honestly, you wish you could say the same for yourself

you're sure that you probably look flustered in one way or another right now

(and suo being suo can definitely tell)

"Would you like to talk to the hotel staff and request another room?" he asks innocently as if he's not enjoying himself

you'd like to say you don't get flustered as often as Sakura but when Suo's involved all that kinda goes out the window because you like like him

"No, it's fine... But it's just because I don't want to trouble the staff, though." you're lying so hard rn btw

you just want to have your main character moment and sleep on the same bed as your crush and who could blame you???

"I see, you're as considerate as ever." he says calmly

WAAAY later, when the lights are already off and both of you are lying on the bed, facing away from eachother bc you're too embarrased to even breathe in the same direction as him rn😥

"You just wanted to sleep on the same bed as me, didn't you?" he asks all of a sudden and it makes you jump

you pretend to be asleep tho bc there's NO WAY you're actually answering that

"You're easy to read. It would be a bad thing in a fight, but I still like that about you."

you're glad the lights are off because you're probably making the silliest embarrased face rn

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Kaji Ren

he nearly splits his lollipop stick in half when he sees a singular bed

initially you'd be inclined to think he's really REALLY mad considering his red face and all, but you get the feeling that he isn't all that mad after all

he turns to you and curtly says he's getting another room but before he can leave you grab his arm and drag him inside the room

"This room is completely fine, what's wrong with it?" you smile at him innocently, knowing damn well there's nothing innocent behind your words

you're getting him to sleep next to you no matter what muehehehe😈

he wants to say something back to you and you can tell he does but he just puts his headphones on and clicks his tongue instead, his way of begrudgingly agreeing to stay

mission accomplished

later, when it's time for bed, he tries to make you sleep on the bed and sleep on the floor himself but again, you're not gonna let him

he gives up surprisingly quick and falls asleep facing away from you (can't reveal the fact he's blushing hehe)

OH AND ALSO, you'd better not bring up the fact he woke up with his arms around you or you're really gonna get it😡

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Sakura Haruka

faints and gets taken to hospital bc his head hit the floor a little too hard

ok no i'm sorry, let's be a little less silly for a just a moment🤕

he nearly faints but manages to not do that in front of you (he must stay strong!!!)

however, that doesn't mean he's faring well by any means

bro looks like steamed lobster 🦞

"Sakura?" you wave a hand in front of his face but he kinda seems unresponsive rn

he attempts to speak but all that comes out is a weird gurgling sound

and BAM now his nose is bleeding, and he didn't even need to get into a fight to get it that way

you really have that power on him💪

"S...Sakura? Seriously, are you okay?" you try to place a hand on his shoulder but he flinches away to the other side of the room

"I'LL SLEEP ON THE FLOOR." it comes out a lot less natural and a lot more choked out than he intended

you oblige his request for his own sanity and giggle to yourself about how cute he is when he's embarrased throughout the entire day

when bedtime arrives, you ask him if he's really fine with sleeping on the floor and he nods so hard you're worried his head's gonna fall off

so you begrudgingly let him ☹️

you should really be more than friends, though you're not sure if he can handle a confession considering he almost overheated just from the thought of sleeping on the same bed as you

[bellesdreamyprofile]

benny & y/n : the picnic (part 3)

“— and then this customer came in and asked me what that sweet smell was.”, you explained to Benny. Your head on his lap and his hand playing with soft strands of hair. “Then I said oh that’s just the homemade muffins that my very, very good friend made me. See your muffins were a hit, honey.”, you smiled at him. You noticed he had plucked pretty yellow flowers, all lying beside you. His hands placed flowers in your hair, decorating it as he pleased.

“Fifth time’s the charm.”, Benny smirked as he recalled bringing you muffins for the fifth time in a row. He could proudly admit that the most difficult part was now placing the sprinkles on the perfect spot - no dough could hide any secrets from Benny Cross now.

“You didn’t just refer to me as a very, very good friend, baby.”, you blushed at his words and avoided eye contact. The sun shining perfectly on the right side of your face, making Benny almost forget what answer he was seeking for. “Well?”, his tone was teasing, but you didn’t seem to catch on.

“Well… We never talked about it…”, you said defensively and slowly rose up from his lap. Your eyes now meeting his baby blues - the bluest in Chicago. “We kiss, we talk and we laugh together.”

Benny tried to hide his smile from his lips. “Do you kiss your friends, baby?”

You furiously blushed and quickly shook your head. “N-No, of course not. Silly Benny.”, you pushed his arm as you mumbled in a light tone. You looked down and started picking at the taller grass strands and then pushing them away from the soft blanket. “Do you… Do you want us to be something more?”, your eyes didn’t dare to meet his as your tone held insecurity. You were no stranger to rejection, but if Benny were to deny what had been happening between you for the past few weeks, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to recover from that.

“I do.”, Benny confirmed, your heart skipping a beat. Though his words made you look up. “Do you?”

Your lips parted as no words came out, but you nodded. Benny said nothing, a lazy smile played on his lips. His hand found yours and brought it up to his lips, placing a kiss on the back of it.

“C´mere, baby.”, he murmured and without hesitation, you moved closer to him. Your arms intertwined behind his neck and your hands played with his soft hair as your lips fell on his. Before Benny’s hands found home on your soft, rosy cheeks, he pulled you on his lap, wanting to feel impossibly closer to you.

“Be my girl?”, he asked in a soft tone, almost like it was a secret between the two of you. You pulled away and looked in his eyes, catching the sincerity in them - he was afraid you would say no. Because how did he attract you to him anyways? Someone as peaceful as you deserved someone who could bring them the same amount of peace - something he was aware he couldn’t do.

Without any doubt to concern his racing thoughts, you knew your answer. “Yes.”

As soon as you said the magic word, Benny pulled you into another kiss, making you giggle as your teeth clashed together. “Benny!”, he too let out a laugh and then pulled you down against the blanket.

You looked up to him with a light in your eyes he couldn’t place his finger on. He didn’t know what it was, but he found himself getting addicted to it. His eyes then moved to your hair and noticed that his artwork was destroyed.

“You ruined the flowers I put in your hair.”, you almost swore he was frowning like a little boy. You smiled and reached for a flower not too far away from you. You plucked it and sat up, shyly reaching up to put it behind his ear.

“You look so pretty.”, you murmured and you stared at the beautiful complexion of his sandy hair and the pretty, yellow flower.

He fought back a smile. “Pretty? I’ll show you pretty.”, you let out a squeal as his body slammed yours down again. He nibbled on your neck as his hands tickled your sides, laughter escaping your lips.

“Benny!”, you laughed, his lips forming a smile against your skin.

Could a lifetime look like this? With him by your side?

“— no I’m just looking forward to having a good time.”, Martha said and checked out her nails. She threw the keys of the truck to Kathy. “You’re drivin`. I wanna drink tonight.”

Kathy rolled her eyes and hopped behind the steering wheel. “Not like that has stopped ya before.”, you all made yourselves comfortable — as comfortable as you could get, since the truck was older than all of you put together.

Felicia kept her disinterested gaze outside as Kathy and Martha chatted away. You looked at her and wondered if you should say something. You moved your eyes away and gathered your courage.

“Fel?”, she glanced at you. “You okay?”

“Mind your own goddamn business.”, she said bitterly, making you flinch in your seat. Martha laughed at her response.

“She’s sour because you took her biker boyfriend away.”, she said in a knowing tone, a small smirk painted her lips.

Felicia snapped. “That ain’t true! And Benny definitely ain’t her boyfriend, alright?”

You almost didn’t dare to breathe at her words. The whole car fell silent at her outburst.

Kathy´s eyes met yours through the rearview mirror. She didn’t need to glance at you twice that she knew.

“Alright, let’s forget about this, yeah? It’s campfire night. It’s supposed to be a good night, yeah?”, Kathy said in a light tone, tapping her nails on the wheel.

Once you arrived at the desired destination, Felicia was the first one who hopped out of the car. The action made you sigh and secretly wonder if she really liked Benny as much as Martha was claiming. Was he really the reason why Felicia couldn’t stand to be in the same proximity as you?

Kathy gently grasped your arm. “Please tell me you ain’t actually together.”, she said in a hushed tone. You looked around and then back at her, confusion written all over your face.

“You introduced us, Kat.”, you said, recalling the night you first met. “And yes for the record, we are actually together.”, your response threw her off as she shook her head.

“I thought you guys were just fooling around.”, your eyes widened at her words. “Listen, Y/N, I ain’t got nothing against it. But you’ve never seen him around his friends. All Vandals are like this, honey. They’re all talk and at the end they give ya nothin´.”, she explained, but you shook your head.

“I love you Kat. But you don’t know what you’re talking about.”, before you could wander off, Kathy grasped your arm once more.

“Please be careful.”, you knew she meant what she said as her eyes held honesty. You simply nodded at her words and moved your gaze away, catching the flames of the campfire.

“Let’s go.”, you murmured and moved along. Kathy sighed and shook her head. Once you made it to the circle of people, Kat found Martha and Felicia and sat down. “I, uh, I’ll be back, okay?”, she reluctantly nodded at your words and unbeknownst to you, Felicia was throwing daggers at you, knowing exactly where you were headed next.

You spotted Benny sitting with another man as they were smoking and chatting with each other. You hadn’t seen him since this morning, but you managed to tame your excitement down. Once you reached them both, a small smile made its way on your lips.

Benny looked at you briefly and gave you a temporary smile, hastily continuing his conversation. Your lips parted at his gesture, but thought nothing of it. “Hi, Benny.”, you greeted.

At the sound of your voice, the man he was having a conversation with turned around. “Well, can’t say I´ve seen you around before.”, he gave you a smile, but your eyes were fixated on Benny, whose eyes didn’t even meet yours. “I’m Johnny.”, he presented himself. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“I’m Y/N.”, you extended your hand out for Johnny, who laughed a little but shook it nonetheless.

“You polite little thing.”, you smiled at his words. “Whatcha doing here with greasy men like us?”

“Well I´m Benny’s—“

“Friend. She’s my friend.”, Benny pitched in, making your lips part. You moved your eyes on him, only to find out that his were fixated on the cigarette he was smoking. Johnny’s gaze moved from you to Benny as he shook his head.

“That kind of friend, Benny?”, your head snapped towards Johnny, who chuckled at his own words. He fished out another cigarette from his pocket and lit it. “You want one, sweetheart?”

With a heavy heart, you shook your head. “I-I don’t smoke.”

“Ow. Where’d you find her, man.”, another man laughed from your left. Another person listening to the pathetic conversation. “I also wouldn’t mind having some fun with your friend.”

You swore your heart stopped beating at his words. You felt like you couldn’t breathe anymore as Kathy’s words rang in your head. All Vandals are like this, honey. All Vandals are like this, honey. All Vandals are like this, honey.

You looked at Benny again as this morning’s events played in front of your eyes. This was not the same man who baked five times to perfect the muffin recipe. This was not the same man who put flowers in your hair. Who was this man?

“I, uhm, I’m sorry for bothering you.”, you cleared your throat and pressed the tip of your tongue to the roof of your mouth, to prevent you from crying. But at the sound of your voice breaking, Benny glanced your way. “I’ll get going.”, Johnny nodded at you with a small smile and watched you wander off.

“That was your girlfriend wasn’t it?”, Benny’s lack of response made Johnny snort. “You dumb son of a bitch. If I had behaved that way around my wife—“

“What the fuck was I supposed to do, huh?!”

Johnny shook his head, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. “Be a man. What kind of man does that?”

Benny’s leg shook and his head moved, tried to catch sight of you. Kathy was laughing with Martha and Felicia - no sight of you. “Look, you don’t understand. I don’t wanna put her in danger—“

“Too late for that, ain’t it?”, Johnny looked at him with disinterested gaze. Benny clenched his jaw and was about to respond, but Johnny beat him to it. “I have a wife and two little girls to look after, man. You think I´ve had it easy?”

“I don’t wanna get sappy with you, man. But the point is-“, he pointed his cigarette at him. “When you get the feeling that a girl’s the one, of course you’re gonna doubt yourself. Can you protect her? Can you provide for her? Can you put her before the club?”, Benny’s eyes slowly moved on Johnny, but the older man simply nodded.

“You want me to put a girl before this?”, Benny asked almost sarcastically, but the man waved it off.

“I have a wife and two children because I did that.”, he answered. “I ain’t saying you gotta tie the knot right now, Benny. All I’m saying is that she needs to know where she stands in your life. Because whatever the fuck happened five minutes ago can’t happen again if you wanna have her around.”

Tears were falling down your cheeks like two waterfalls. The walk of shame as you passed by all the men and then by your friends´ group was enough to last you a lifetime. You recalled the way his gaze never left the cigarette or the way he referred to you as his friend.

“Be my girl?”

Who was the man that asked you that ten hours ago? Was that the same person that gave you the cold shoulder?

You finally found Kathy’s truck and sat in front of it, as you were too embarrassed to walk up to her and ask her for the keys. You sighed and harshly brushed your tears away, making mental plans on how to officially forget the past four weeks of your life.

You were going to keep working at the library and not hang out with Kathy and the girls past seven o’clock (that was the time you all headed out to the bar). Then you were going to throw—

“Hey there, pretty girl.”

You looked up and recognized the man from earlier - the one who chipped in with his own little comment.

“Hello”, you mumbled and were about to stand up and leave, but he stopped you.

“You ain’t gotta leave, honey.”, he said, but you stood up either way as discomfort spread all over you.

You ignoring him seemed to ignite something in his drunken self. He forcefully grasped your arm and brought his mouth to your ear.

“If you’re leaving, then you’re leaving with me.”

A/N: part 4 coming up at some point. buckle up folks

MASTERLIST PART 4

[jadeoru]

shame marathon! - iwaizumi x reader

after begrudgingly agreeing to see the minions movie with his friends, he hoped no one would see him in this state: dressed in small denim overalls, with yellow face paint sloppily smeared all over his face.

unfortunately for him, the person serving him popcorn was exactly his type.

warnings: minions. this is so stupid lmao, iwa dressed like a minion, terrible jokes, deadpool is awesome, awkwardness, cursing, terrible flirting, clu declared this silly and whimsical!!, fluff! wc: 2.8k

a/n: this is entirely self indulgent i work in a cinema and was overwhelmed by the amount of grown people dressed as minions LMAO ^__^

Iwaizumi had never felt true shame until now. His denim overalls were far too small for him, so he walked cautiously - scared that if he flexed his biceps even slightly, the buttons would pop off. He regretted every action he made that led him to this moment. Embarrassment heated his face as he watched his friends enthusiastically hide their candy stash in their pockets. They looked ridiculous: sporting the same overalls as he was. At least theirs actually fit them. Their faces were poorly painted yellow, and some of them (Bokuto and Hinata) even went as far as to wear goggles. He buried his hands in his pockets, silently hoping that even by only covering his hands, somehow, magically, the rest of him would be hidden too. With a tap on the shoulder, his shame was quickly put on hold, now focusing on his yellow best friend, Oikawa.

“Oh come on grandpa, lighten up. Would it kill you to have fun?” He nudged him with his elbow, and Iwaizumi groaned in response. “Why are we even seeing this movie? We’re grown fucking adults! This is- this is ridiculous!” He released one hand from the security of his pocket, running it through his hair, trying to wipe away the sweat that had formed. “Excuse you! Minions is a cinematic fucking masterpiece. I will not let the fact that I'm an adult get in the way of enjoying art!” Bokuto chirped in, his expressive face wonderfully displaying the excitement that surged through him. Iwaizumi’s voice decreased in volume, a clear sign of giving up. “Did we have to go out in public like this? Why couldn’t we have just, i don’t know, stayed home?” as much as he tried to persuade his socially fearless friends to just go home, to spare him the embarrassment of someone he knew seeing him in this state: dressed like a fucking minion, nothing he said would change their mind. “Because it’s funny! And imagine the look on kids’ faces when they see a whole group of minions pulling up to the movie!” It was Hinata's turn to convince him now, flexing his muscles in a half-hearted manner as he spoke, trying to ease iwaizumi’s woes. He wasn’t having any of it. “We shouldn’t be there anyways! It’s a kids movie!” he waved his hands in the air, exasperated, desperate to help his friends realise how utterly ridiculous they were.

Did they fear nothing? Was social anxiety a foreign concept to them? Kuroo slung his arm around his shoulder, a lazy grin stretched onto his face. “Dude, the minion costume isn’t gonna kill you. Plus, we’re all wearing one too so you aren’t alone. Quit complaining and have fun, loser.” He wiggled Kuroo off of him and rolled his eyes. “I agreed to do this when I was high! Now that I have a clear mind, obviously I don't want to do this! You guys totally took advantage of me!” His friends slowly inched further from the car as his complaining progressed. By the looks of it, he had about one minute to convince everyone to just go home, otherwise they’d already be inside the cinema.

Oikawa looked at him from over his shoulder, waving him over to catch up with them. “I’m sorry that your post-nut clarity is biting you in the ass right now, but quit being a wimp! You’re the big strong hunk of the group, you’re supposed to be fearless! Imagine what the ladies would think if they knew you were scared of minions!” his teasing words caused his anger to overpower his shame, quickly speed walking to catch up with everyone. “I’m not scared of the fucking minions!” he shouted at Oikawa, who’s head was turned away from him, holding in a laugh at how ridiculous his once-terrifying best friend looked. The whole group looked like a bunch of jaundiced babies. Everyone struggled to contain their laughter. Before he knew it, they were at the doors of the cinema. “Come on!” Hinata shouted, shoving everyone, including Iwaizumi, through the doors; not giving him a single second to turn around and make a run for it.

Trying to bury his shame, he let out a groan. Looking to his left, both Bokuto and Hinata were bouncing with excitement; their eyes scanned the prices of popcorn. As he thought of it, he realised their personalities were eerily similar to the minion’s. Now that they looked the part, he realised this was the closest he’d get to seeing the real thing. He smiled at that. Okay, maybe this wasn't so bad. Maybe he should just have fun. With his hands on his hips, and that small smile on his face, he inserted himself back into the conversation his friends were having.

“Ew. you look terrifying when you smile.” Oikawa laughed, immediately making his newly found confidence plummet. “Fuck you! You don’t look so hot yourself, shittykawa.” He could feel the vein on his forehead throbbing with annoyance. “Not true! I make a gorgeous minion! I’m like Bob, the cute one!” He winked, Shoyo quickly jumped in. “Nuh uh! I wanna be Bob! He’s the little one right? I meet all of the Bob criteria!” Kuroo let out a laugh, “Sorry Oikawa, Hinata is way more of a Bob than you are. You’re definitely a Stuart.” Iwaizumi could’ve sworn he saw Oikawa’s eye twitching at that comment. He slowly turned his head to face Kuroo, giving him the nastiest dirty look he’d ever seen. “Tetsurou, with all due respect, I hope you wake up in the morning and there are fucking skid marks in your bed.” Oikawa spat his words at Kuroo as if they left a bad taste in his mouth. He hit him in the chest with his finger, poking him repeatedly to add to his threat. “Clearly you haven’t done your research before you showed up today because I am literally Bob in human form!” Oikawa whined. Iwaizumi let out a cackle that quickly silenced the group. “He’s right, you are absolutely a Stuart.” he spoke through laughter. Oikawa looked at him with betrayal in his eyes. “Well if I’m Stuart, then that makes you Kevin.” Iwaizumi’s eyebrows furrowed. “What? I’m not Kevin.” Bokuto chuckled, “You are absolutely Kevin!” his eyebrows furrowed, “How?” He got a smile in response. “Well, for starters you have an abnormally stretched head, you’re a know-it-all, and you take care of everyone. Face it bro, you’re Kevin the minion!” Iwaizumi gritted his teeth. “What’s wrong with my head? It’s shaped completely normally, prick!” he shouted, garnering the attention of the surrounding children. “It’s definitely Kevin shaped!” Whatever. 

He scoffed, not wanting to lose any more brain cells from this conversation than he already had. He looked at his watch. 9:21pm. 9 minutes until the movie started. “Let’s just get our tickets and get this over with.” He mumbled, catching a glimpse of himself in the reflection of his watch: his yellow face in all of its glory. Oikawa stopped him before he could begin walking, taking a step in front of him. “Not without popcorn! We can’t watch a movie without popcorn!” He yelled dramatically, more people around them started staring. Iwaizumi wanted the ground to swallow him whole. “Let’s get your stupid popcorn then.” he grumbled, placing a firm hand on his friend’s wrist, Oikawa quickly yanked it away. “Can you just get it for us? I wanna take pictures of us before the movie starts!” He smiled, pulling his phone out and fixing his hair in front of the camera. “So you’re gonna make me talk to the staff on my own? While I look like this?” he huffed, staring at him with irritance. “Trust me this is not your worst look, Iwa. Remember your bowl cut phas-” he cut him off with a nudge to the back, bumping him forward with his elbow. “Shut up! Fine, I'll go. What kind of popcorn are we getting?” He massaged his temple with his fingers in an attempt to soothe the headache that was forming. “Butter!” Hinata shouted, Kuroo nodding behind him. “Gross! Get salted!” Bokuto shouted back, sticking his tongue out; feigning disgust. Oikawa, the tie-breaker, looked at Iwaizumi with shrugged shoulders. “Just get one of each, I’ll pay you back.” Iwaizumi glanced at his watch again. 5 minutes until the trailers started. “Whatever.” he muttered under his breath, quickly turning on his heels and making his way towards the counter.

He was so focused on being fast and time-efficient he almost forgot that he was dressed up like a minion. He almost forgot how stupid he looked. And as he reached the counter, a line quickly forming behind him; leaving him with no chance to flee,

He saw you.

In front of him, stirring nacho cheese with your back facing him, he watched in silence. Maybe it was the shame of seeing your reaction to his current state, but he was nervous. He swallowed the lump in his throat, and stuffed his hands into his pockets once more, fingers fidgeting with his money.

“Uh, excuse me?” he spoke politely, but loudly, trying to catch your attention. You turned around to face him and god, he felt as if his body was set on fire. Embarrassment washed over him like a wave as you jumped slightly at the unexpected sight. “Oh! Sorry!” you smiled, amused by the man in front of you. “What can I do for you?” His fists clenched, and with white knuckles he regrettably made the realisation that you might’ve been the most gorgeous person he had ever seen. For fuck’s sake. Of all times to meet a person like you, it just had to be when he was dressed up like a fool. With yellow fucking face paint, and tiny overalls. He felt guilty for just looking at you.

“Um- could I get 2 medium popcorns?” he cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound deeper, to make up for, well, what was happening on his face. “One salt, and one butter. Please.” He avoided eye contact. If he could be grateful for one thing in that moment, it was that the yellow paint concealed his blush. “Coming right up!” He could hear the slight chuckle in your voice, trying desperately not to laugh at a customer. “Nice outfit by the way. Let me guess, you’re seeing longlegs?” You joked, grabbing a popcorn bucket and shovelling the plain popcorn into it. Iwaizumi laughed - a lot harder than he should have. Was he laughing with nervousness? Were you just so pretty he couldn’t help himself? Were you laughing with or at him? A thick cloud of questions circled in his mind like a cyclone. But the sound of your laughter fading quickly calmed it down. “How’d you know?” he attempted to joke back. He spoke through a smile, gritted teeth trying to hide the embarrassment that danced on the tip of his tongue.

You laughed again, walking further from the counter to add butter to the popcorn. You hummed to a melody only you could hear in your mind, knees bending up and down in a subtle dance. You turned back to face him again, handing him the now buttered popcorn.

“Are they with you?” you asked, pointing at his minion friends behind him, who were dancing as Oikawa recorded them. He rolled his eyes. “Unfortunately yeah. This was their idea. You have no idea how embarrassing this is.” he spoke quieter, causing you to lean in closer to listen, grabbing another empty popcorn bucket. “I don’t think it’s embarrassing. If anything, it’s cute! This job gets boring really easily so seeing people dressed up like you just makes my day!” You weren’t looking at him while you spoke, partly because you weren’t capable of making eye contact after calling him cute, and also because you needed to focus on making sure the popcorn actually landed in the bucket.

He gulped, suddenly way too aware of his sweaty palms. Was he going to make it out of this interaction alive? He doubted it. Honestly, he didn’t care. He was just glad you were talking to him; treating him normally. As if he wasn’t currently about to sweat the yellow off of his face. Noticing the silence that formed around you, he continued the small talk. “So.. You uh, you work in a cinema right? You a big fan of movies?” He straightened his back, flexing his height. His face almost scrunched up with disgust at how pathetic he sounded. You mixed the salt into the popcorn as you spoke. “Honestly, I'm more of a fan of older stuff. Nowadays people just don’t make movies like they used to. Ah- Except for minions, of course.” You winked at him, unaware of how you almost made his heart stop. “I’ve been meaning to see the new Deadpool too, actually.” you spoke at the perfect pace for him to process and cherish each syllable that left your lips. Oh god, he really was pathetic.

Grabbing onto the second popcorn bucket you handed him, he struggled to mirror your smile. “I love deadpool!” He lied. He had never seen a single Deadpool movie in his life. Hopefully you wouldn’t quiz him on his plot knowledge. You smiled again, “It’s so funny!” He nodded in response, not trusting whatever lies would come out of his mouth. You typed something into the register, and then told him his total. He forgot about that. Trying to balance the popcorn, he reached into his pockets and pulled his money out, handing it to you with shaky hands. You thanked him and placed it neatly into the register.

Before you could utter your classic ‘Have a nice day!’ he spoke up again. “Hey uh. How about we see the new Deadpool movie together sometime? - when you’re free of course.” He clutched the popcorn buckets for support; stability. Like if you said no, he could retreat inside of them and hide away forever. Had he misread the whole situation? Did you actually hate him and feel repulsed by the sight of him? He hoped he was wrong. You totally liked him too, right? You leaned forward onto the counter, almost close enough to feel the breath that escaped his lips. “Are you asking me on a date? Am I getting asked out by a minion?” you asked, a teasing lilt in your tone. He cleared his throat, almost choking on his spit in the process. He was so embarrassed it hurt. “Do you want me to?” He choked out - His desperate expression matched his voice. You giggled, holding your chin in your palm. “Maybe I do.”

He almost dropped the popcorn after hearing those words fall from your lips. This time, his smile was natural; wide enough to make his eyes squint. “Awesome! So uh.. When are you free?” he asked, getting lost in your gaze in the most cliché way possible. Your eye contact broke as you acknowledged the long line that had accumulated behind him. Where did these people come from? With a sigh, you looked back at him. “Sorry, would you mind if we planned this later? I need to get back to my job.” You spoke sweetly, pretending to gag at the thought of working another hour. “I could give you my number?” you asked, with a hopeful glint in your eye.

He never said yes faster in his life.

Grabbing a ballpoint pen from your pocket, you wrote your phone number down on a napkin and neatly folded it up, handing it to him. He eagerly grabbed it, placing it in his pocket. He muttered a shy thank you, to which you nodded. “See you later, minion boy.” you joked, the smirk on your face was decorated with cheeks that were hot to the touch. His eyes widened as he realised, he hasn’t even told you his name. “Oh, it’s Iwaizumi. Iwaizumi Hajime.” He almost forgot his own name. You introduced yourself in return. Was it possible to fall in love with names? Because nothing had ever sounded better to him in his life.

“See ya.” he said, repeating your name. It rolled off his tongue like a fluent language. You winked, “Later, Iwa.”

You texted him later that night, when the both of you were at home. You were free tomorrow, and there was a Deadpool screening at 10am. He had to pull an all-nighter that night to:

One: watch the deadpool movies,

Two: plan how he was going to talk to you,

And three: come up with witty jokes that would make you laugh.

He hoped you would like normal him more than the minion version.

[revelboo]

Happy Late(?) Birthday!I noticed you do mass displacement and i absoluly adore it!Everybody prefers holoforms and i cant seem to find people who do mass displacement alot!Maybe something with Jazz with mass displacement?

I can write either, but I’ve always preferred mass displacement/shift 😁

Over It Now Pt 7

IDW Jazz x Reader

• Snagging an energon cube, he almost misses Blaster as the other mech falls into step beside him. “Haven’t seen you about in a while,” Blaster says, one corner of his mouth twisted up in a half smile that doesn’t dull the edge in his voice. Especially when Blaster very deliberately vents and he knows he should have hit the wash racks. Your scent where he’d handled you is clinging to him still, faint enough he’d felt safe not scrubbing it off. And truth be told, he hadn’t wanted to. Wanted to keep the little reminder of you. “If command figures out what you’re up to, your little pet’s going to be on lockdown like the rest. You know that, right?”

• Tension drawing him taut, his lazy smile doesn’t waver even as he knows he’s made a mistake. A dangerous one. Of course he knows about Optimus’s mandate, but he’s watching you. Knows you haven’t tried to betray his trust, yet. And he can’t just take away your freedom for his mistake. He’d never been great at following orders, anyway. “No idea what you’re on about, pal.”

• “Yeah, sure.” Blaster shakes his head as he walks away, leaving the unsaid liar hanging between them. “Didn’t figure you for the selfish type.” Tipping back the energon he almost laughs because Blaster has no idea how selfish he can be. That he likes your company. That you see right through him when he’s lying and call him out on it. That maybe you already have guessed the truth about his smile and that you wouldn’t judge him if he dropped the act. Didn’t need him to keep that smile firmly in place just so you feel better.

• Leaving the base, he knows exactly where he’s going as soon as he transforms, wheels hitting asphalt. Driven this road so many times it’s almost habit now. How long has it been since he spent an actual night in his own berth rather than cramped in his alt mode in your drive way? He should resent that, but he just needs to see you. Check that you’re okay and hear your voice. You’d gotten under his plating at some point, becoming a necessity in his routine.

• When had you started looking forward to seeing your liar? You’re not sure, but it had been so subtle a slide you hadn’t even noticed at first. Heart beating a little faster as you see him pull down your wooded driveway, a breathless sort of pleasure spilling through you that’s absolutely silly, because it feels suspiciously like a crush. Like you like him, a compulsively lying, too charming for his own good alien. And you freeze as he transforms, his lips in a thin line before he notices you and grins crookedly. Because you realize that’s exactly right. You like him.

• “Out here waiting on me, kitten?” Kneeling, he reaches out to brush the back of his servo against your cheek and you lean away, eyes wide. Avoiding his touch just like you’d done before you’d finally gotten used to him. Face reddening, your eyes drop to your hands folded in your lap. “Suddenly shy?” He teases to hide his own discomfort, because why now? Why avoid his touch? Reaching to touch your arm and his smile almost fails completely at how cold your skin is. How long have been sitting out here waiting for him?

• It’s not like you can just tell him why you’re so flustered. You’re definitely not in the mood to be laughed at, even if you don’t think he actually would laugh at your feelings. He’s staring at you, smile wavering and you have to say something. Anything but blurt out the truth. You inhale when he reaches for your cheek again and then just becomes smaller so fast your own stomach drops and you squeeze your eyes shut as motion sickness smacks you silly. And then a warm hand cups your cheek. When you open your eyes, he’s right there. Somehow much smaller as he moves his hand to press his fingers against your throat and you can’t move, can’t breathe. “You shouldn’t be out here, doll,” he says, the words almost a growl, sounding concerned now not teasing.

• You’re just staring up at him and it clicks. He’s shocked you with mass displacing and it’d be funny if he wasn’t so worried. You’re always colder than him, but never this chilled and you’d made it abundantly clear all the times you’d leaned into him that you like his body heat. So he slides his hands down to your sides and lifts you carefully from your chair, ignoring the little sound of protest as he sits down and pulls you into his lap, his chin on top of your head and his arms curled around you. Playing heater as your stiff body slowly relaxes in his grip. “Jazz, a little cold won’t kill me,” you mutter, shivering when he catches both of your little hands in one of his, rumbling at how icy those tiny fingers are.

• “Humor me,” he says, venting as he carefully rubs his servos over your hands and you relax further. Turn your little face into his neck until he can feel your cold cheek against his mesh, the warmth of your breath. And becomes very aware of the softness of you against him, the way your little form fits against his as he rubs his chin against the softness of your hair and his own tension eases. It’s the contact, spreading warm through him, because how long has it been since he’s held someone else? Been able to actually relax, not having to constantly play a part? You need his heat, but he needs this, his arms tightening around you. Your scent and touch soothing old wounds that had never quite healed.

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[saffyspirals]

ꕥ — KISSING WITH BLLK BOYS !

[mini (and i mean MINI) scenarios i associate with blue lock boys and kissing]

❥ fandom: blue lock

❥ pairings: rin, sae, kaiser, kunigami, bachira, nagi + isagi

❥ warning(s): kissing, ehe.

❥ notes: feeling kinda sleepy right now, but wanted to post this before bed :)

“shut up.”

“you shut up.”

kissing in the middle of an argument with itoshi rin. they’re heavy, passionate, and full of intensity. ever heard the saying, the closer you are, the more you fight? you fight because you love each other, and you exchange kisses because you love each other too.

“i love you.”

“yeah, i know.”

kissing after you admit you love him. an ‘i love you too’ would have been nice, but the sweet kiss itoshi sae bestows upon you after you tell him gives you all the reassurance you need. he’s not quite ready to say it yet, but he loves you. for now, he hopes he can convey that through his actions, rather than words.

“you like me, don’t you?”

“uhm, no??”

“kiss me if i’ve wrong.”

michael kaiser isn’t cocky, his confidence is founded in his endless talent and potential. not to mention his good looks too, and his oh-so wonderful personality. anyway, it’s why he’s brave enough to make such an assumption of you. he’s sure you do. and if not, that’s okay. you will in time. for now, at least he gets a kiss from you! (you’re adamant on not letting him know the truth, so whether or not you do like him now, kaiser gets a kiss)

“can i kiss you?”

“yes, baby. you know that!”

it’s still early days, so kunigami rensuke insists on getting verbal consent before doing anything romantically physical. you’ve been dating for a couple of weeks now, but it hasn’t seemed to fully sink in for him just yet. he’s so cool, and caring, and kind. you can’t wait for him to just go for what he wants.

“your lips look lonely. would they like to meet mine?”

he doesn’t use a pick up line before initiating a kiss every time, but bachira meguru does it because he knows they make you laugh. kisses after he use a line are so sweet. they’re chaste, tiny little pecks. you’re both giggling in between each one. in case you’re wondering, each pick up line is indeed more silly and cheesy than the last.

goodnight.”

“mm..night. gimme a kiss so i can have sweet dreams.”

king of sleepy kisses. do you even have to ask who the title belongs to? nagi seishiro loves kisses before he drifts off to sleep, whether your lips meet his own, or his forehead, or his cheeks…he’d much prefer lip kisses though. they’re slow, and lazy, kind of low effort kisses. they certainly get your heart rate up though.

“i missed you.”

isagi yoichi coming home from blue lock for the first time is emotional. you’ve never been separated for such a long period of time, not since before you can remember. you grew up together, after all. sometimes words aren’t enough to express certain sentiments. this kiss is hungry, needy, sloppy. but it’s passionate. if you didn’t know he was in love before, you certainly know now.

[slut4thebroken]

Just a Dream

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | dark stepbro!Neil Lewis x reader

Summary | Neil lays with you after having a bad dream.

Warnings | NON CON smut, sexual content, 18+, innocence kink, technically incest, non consensual touching, brief fingering, forced breeding, painful first time, almost somno??, gaslighting lol.

Words | 1.4 k

Notes | oof

Ao3 link | <3

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Light flooded your room briefly, but it disappeared as your door clicked shut softly. You sat up in bed a little and rubbed your tired eyes, trying to see in the darkness of your room. 

“Neil?” You hoped it was him… You parents aren’t home for another two days so you’re in trouble if it’s not. 

“It’s me.” He said quietly, walking closer until he was standing by the side of your bed. “I just… I had a nightmare and I couldn’t sleep.” You frowned at that. 

“I’m sorry… Do you want to sleep in here?” Your voice was still laced with sleepiness. 

“If you don’t mind.” He said sheepishly. You scooched over to the other side of the bed and lifted the covers for him. “Did I wake you?” He asked, once he was all settled. 

“I was only half asleep.” You shrugged, then yawned at the reminder of how tired you were. He was quiet for a while and your eyes became too heavy to keep open once again. 

“Can we cuddle? I still can’t sleep.” You mumbled out an agreement. “Turn over.” You didn’t respond and just turned onto your other side, letting him slide in behind you. He wrapped his arm over your torso and pulled your back flush with his front. 

“G’night.” You murmured, placing your hand over his on your stomach. 

“Night.” He said quietly. You smiled and snuggled into him a little more when he kissed the back of your head. 

You’ve done this once or twice before, usually you have a bad dream though. You just feel so safe and comfortable in his arms. Neil told you that your cuddle sessions had to stay a secret, which you didn’t understand but you agreed anyway, just wanting to make him happy. 

You were dozing off again and you could kind of register his hand rubbing up and down your side, relaxing you. His fingertips were under your shirt on your bare skin and when he brushed your side boob, you groaned out a protest and he shushed you. 

“I’m just trying to sleep.” He explained, then cupped your breast and squeezed gently. 

“Neil…” You mumbled. 

“Don’t you want me to fall back asleep?” Of course you do, that’s why he’s laying here right now, but you don’t want him to do this. He gently rolled your nipple between his fingers, making you moan quietly. When his hand traveled back down your stomach, you relaxed again. His fingers teased the waistband of your panties, making you groan and bring a lazy hand down to bat him away. He wasn’t deterred though. 

He slipped his hand beneath the fabric and cupped your sex, letting out a heavy breath as you whined and tried to pull his hand away. He just shushed you and started rubbing his fingers up and down your slit, spreading your arousal. He slipped a finger inside and you whimpered at the new feeling. 

“Fuck you’re so tight.” He whispered, breath fanning the back of your neck. “Are you a virgin? Were you saving yourself for your big brother?” He chuckled, making you mumble out a weak protest. “Shh. Just go back to sleep.” He said quietly. 

He pushed a second finger in and started curling them against your walls, pressing the heel of his hand against your clit. When he groaned and bucked his hips, you suddenly noticed that he was hard. 

“Neil… stop.” You whined. 

“I’m not doing anything.” He chuckled. 

“Y-you’re touching me.” You were frowning now. 

“No I’m not. You’re just dreaming, silly girl.” Are you? It feels real. But you’re also so tired that it’s hard to tell. He slipped a third finger inside and you let out a whimper of discomfort, not used to the stretch— not used to any stretch. 

“Hurts, Neil.” 

“Shh. You can take it. You’re just dreaming, baby.” His hips started rutting into you with more purpose now. When he pulled his hand away, you breathed a sigh of relief, but it was cut short by him freeing his length, then pulling your panties to the side. You could feel his cock brushing your folds, getting ready. 

It’s not real. 

He applied some pressure and you whimpered as you brought a hand back to weakly push his hips away. 

It’s just a dream. 

It took even more force before he was finally able to breach your opening, making you cry out. 

It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream.

It felt real though. Your eyes were watering from the burn and you started crying silently. 

“Neil, no.” You whimpered. Without responding, he grabbed your leg and lifted it up a bit to have easier access. He didn’t push in all the way, or give you a second to adjust. He just started slowly rocking his hips, letting out quiet groans. “Please, stop.” Your words slurred together now, almost incoherent because of the mixture of sleepiness and the way you were moaning in pain. 

“Shh. Just take it.” He whispered, moving a little faster. “Be a good little sister and take your big brother's cock.” He gruffed, ignoring your crying. He started fucking you harder and deeper, chasing his orgasm and relishing in your little whimpers and the way you squeezed his cock so tight that you almost forced him out. 

“Fuck… Are you always this easy? Or is it just because you’re half asleep.” He chuckled, lifting your leg up more. 

“Neil..” You cried. “Stop it… Please stop it, Neil.” He wasn’t listening. All he could hear was you begging and crying for him, and unfortunately for you, the fact that you were begging and crying for him to stop only turned him on more. 

“Shit— You’re gonna make me come.” He was panting now. Heavy breaths fanned your neck as he bucked into you wildly, getting closer to his release. “You gonna be a good little sis and take my come?” You shook your head and babbled out senseless protests, making him laugh quietly. 

“Beg. Beg me not to fill you— not to knock you up.” You let out a choked sob and his hips moved more frantically. 

“Please don’t… Neil, please don’t.” You cried. 

“Fuck— just like that.” He groaned. “Keep begging and maybe I’ll listen.” 

“Please don’t— don’t… come in me.” You whimpered. You weren’t used to saying that word with this meaning and it made you blush. “Please, Neil… I don’t wanna get pregnant.” It was getting harder to speak through the sobbing. 

“Oh fuck… More.” 

“Neil, please! Please stop already— it hurts.” 

“Does it? Is my cock too big for your little pussy?” All you could do was let out a strangled whimper. “That just means we’ll have to do this more often so I can break you in.” 

“No— no please. Not again.” You were babbling out pleas and protests, all of it incoherent through the crying though. 

“Fuck I’m gonna come.” He choked out. 

“Pull out! Please pull out, Neil!” His hips snapped into you harder and faster until he buried himself to the hilt inside you with a low groan. You could feel heat filling you up and it caused a new wave of tears. “Neil…” You sobbed, making him moan louder. Each time he bucked his hips into you, it forced out a quiet whimper because of the intensity of the thrust. 

“Shit…” He breathed, panting heavily as he lowered your leg back down. Your crying slowed a little, but it felt like you were close to hyperventilating with the way you were gasping in breaths between each sob. 

“I- I’m gonna tell mom and dad…” You whimpered, not sure what else you could do. But it was already done. Maybe it would keep this from happening again though. He let out a low chuckle and wrapped his arm around you again, holding you close with his softening cock still inside you. 

“No you’re not.” You tried not to let your fear show from his tone. “If I even think that you plan on telling them, I’ll go to them first. Tell them that you got yourself knocked up by some random guy. With your hysteria, we’ll see who they believe.” He scoffed.  

“…Neil.” You sobbed out, your crying picking back up again. 

“I know— It’s okay…” He placed a gentle kiss on the back of your head. “I'm gonna teach you a lot. Gonna make you into the perfect little sister.” 

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[gothghostiie]

Graves getting a little too cocky in bossing his Shadows around so a bunch of them decide to fuck him back into his place send ask

you have no idea how much i love this request and how much I've been looking forward to writing it

cw: graves is fucked silly, gangbang, oral, DP (2 in one), creampie, cumshots/facial, light bondage, orgasm denial, unsafe use of zipties (seriously, don't do this)

Graves had been pushing his luck recently. he'd always cocky and demanding but the past week or so had been worse than usual, the shadows were getting fed up with him. a few of them were just relaxing in one of the common rooms when graves came in and started barking senseless orders, telling them to get off their lazy asses and whatnot - that's when they finally had enough. the group exchanged a few glances, before suddenly getting up, a silent agreement spoken as one of them wrapped a hand around the commanders neck. "H-hey, what the fuck do you think you're doing?!" he barked, gasping as the grip got tighter. meanwhile the others got some zipties from a nearby supply closet.

"Respectfully, Sir, we feel like you've been.. a bit out of line, recently." the man with the hand around his neck hummed. "we're just giving you a little.. let's call it attitude adjustment." just as he finished his sentence Graves could feel his hands get tied behind his back with the zipties, he immediately tried to get out of them.

"what the fuck-?! Get these god damn things off of me, that's a fucking order!" Graves tried to protest, but it was no use, the shadows were dead set on giving him a lesson. his voice faltered when another shadow undid the tactical vest and slid it off of him, followed by the uniform jacket being slid off his torso, back to the ties. his eyes widened when one of them grabbed their knife, cutting his shirt up and throwing the fabric onto the nearby couch. Graves struggled, his cock twitching in his tight pants. as much as he hated to admit it, he had dreamt about his Shadows taking advantage of him hundreds of times, fucking his own fist over and over to the thought. "What the hell do y'all think you're doing?" he barked, in an attempt to somehow make them stop.

"Just let it happen, Sir.." another soldier crooned softly, running his hand over the Commander's scarred chest. "Be good and we won't hurt you, yea?"

"not a lot, anyway." another chimed in, making the men chuckle. Graves looked around helplessly, grey eyes big with excitement and shock that his men seem to be serious.

"T-this is your last warning, Shadows! Stop it right now or-" he was quickly shut up, fingers being shoved into his mouth.

"You really don't know when to keep your mouth shut.." one sighed.

"Keep it up and we'll have to gag you for good." Graves' eyes widened at the words, a rush of heat running through hid body, lips subconsciously wrapping around the fingers in his mouth; making the other men around him laugh. "would you look at that? he likes it. dontcha pretty boy?" the man hummed, making the heat pool in Phillip's stomach at just how easily his usually so obedient Shadows were now taking charge, ready to absolutely ruin their Commander. He nodded softly, eyes darting between the soldiers as the fingers got pulled from his mouth with a wet pop.

"Good boy.." one of them cooed, finally reaching down and taking off Graves' pants and boxershorts in one swift movement, revealing the semi that he was already rocking. the men chuckled quietly amongst themselves, making Graves blush in embarrassment.

"d-don't laugh.." he whined, making them laugh harder.

"aww, is someone embarrassed he's enjoying himself, hm?" the words elicited another whine from Graves - almost immediately turning into a moan as one of the Shadow's wrapped their hand around the semi soft cock, slowly moving his hand. the others took it as a sign to get started too. they dragged him over to the table, one of the shadows climbed up and the others placed Phillip between the soldier's legs. he pressed the man to his chest, arms snaking around him and pulling up his legs, exposing his tight hole to everyone around. Phil blushed brightly, now fully hard cock twitching slightly.

"got it." another voice from the doorframe hummed, another shadow stepping in with a grin. "You bastards, I thought you were bluffing.." he eyed over his Commander, handing over the bottle of lube he brought to another shadow, who immediately lathered his fingers in it.

"watch it." he hummed softly, suddenly pushing 2 fingers inside the tight hole, making Graves whine out loudly. he squirmed in the other man's grip, precum already beading at his tip as the fingers slowly scissored him open. moans started spilling from his lips, cheeks flushed with embarrassment just at how exposed he was, at how much he was enjoying himself. "there you go.. look how nice and quick you get loose for us, hm, Commander?" the title almost sounded sarcastic at this point, but another finger made him ignore it. he was writhing softly, trying to turn his head away from them and hide his face, but it was no use. he was a moaning little mess within minutes, face scrunched up in pleasure until the soldier withdrew his fingers.

"n-no, what-" Graves cut himself off at the sight before him, one of his men taking his cock out and lathering it in more lube before aligning his tip with the slightly gaping hole.

"shh, it's okay.. take a deep breath for me Sir, yea?" he crooned, before slowly shoving himself in. the immediate heat made him groan, hands holding onto the edge of the table. "Fuck- didn't think you'd feel this good.." he let Graves adjust to the intrusion for a moment before starting to slowly but firmly thrust, Graves' eyes wide; mouth hanging open as his breath got knocked out of his lungs with every thrust. the others around them watched intently, pants getting tighter, breathing getting heavier. the air in the room got thicker as the thrusts got faster. Graves was a moaning mess, cock leaking and twitching as he got closer to release - naturally the shadows weren't having that.

"oh no you don't.." one hummed, grabbing his balls and wrapping one of the zip ties around it as a makeshift cockring. Phillip cried out loudly and bucked his hips, balls feeling tighter than ever as his release was denied.

"no! no! please!" he cried desperately, already far too gone to keep his composure. "please let me cum!" his voice was quivering, he rocked his hips back against the shadow fucking him, who already had a hard time hodling back; wanting to draw out his time. however, when he was met with the pleading he grunted, thrusts growing harder before finally finishing inside Phillip; who whimpered at the sensation, then again at the loss of contact when he pulled out. the sudden feeling of emptiness ripping him away from any chance of cumming soon. he cried out loudly and bucked his hips in frustration, sniffling as he softly began begging.

"c'mon, stop that crying." one of the men said, already lining up with his hole, dribbling some more lube over it. "or do we have to give you something to cry about, hm?" with that he trusted all the way inside him, making him sob out again.

"seems like he does want something to cry about.." the shadows who was sat behind Graves chuckled. "I'll give him something, don't you worry.." he muttered, letting go of him and scooting back slightly to open his pants, boner practically springing free. he took the lube and generously spread it on his cock, moaning at the coldness. "help me out here.." he said to the one who was still fucking into Graves. The guy understood immediately, with a grin pulling Phil's legs over his shoulders and lifting him up with the man behind him. he held the trembling man close to him, as the other Shadow lined his tip up along with the man. he very slowly, gently started pushing against the tight muscle, making Graves cry out loudly, body shaking as his cock started leaking again.

"f-fuck- 's too big, I cant-" He cut himself off with a loud cry, eyes shutting tightly as his face scrunched up in pain and pleasure; the other man slipping in. they held still, whispering soothing words as they held onto him, peppering kisses over his neck and shoulders. by the time he relaxed Phillip was drooling, jaw slack while loud moans spilled from his lips, the Shadows finally moving. slow, deliberate thrusts were pushing him towards the edge, overwhelmed by the pleasure and fullness of what was happening. slowly but surely they picked up the pace, the other shadows staring in fascination as more and more gathered in the room, wanting a turn - or at least wanting to watch their boss get ruined.

the men were soon fucking their mixed cum into the stretched hole before pulling out, leaving him gaping and still aching for release. another shadow stepped up, one of the recruits, pushing his hard cock between Phillip's lips, making use of the swollen lips. his grey eyes darted up briefly before he started bobbing his head; even when another shadow started fucking his sore hole again as he laid there on the table. he was a moaning mess at this point, barely able to form a coherent thought - that last bit of clearness vanished when one of his shadows crawled over him, aching cock forced into his wet cunt. his eyes rolled back, he was a complete goner now; all he could concentrate on was wanting to cum and to please the people around him.

The Shadows were taking pictures and videos as they took turns fucking the Commanders brains out, yet never letting him cum until the very end; one shadow rutting his hips into the pretty, teary face; one riding the painfully hard cock at a breathtaking pace, another plowing his hole with brutal strength. he was covered amd filled with cum, face stained with tears as the man finally came all over his face. he sobbed softly, mumbling a thank you between moans. he laid there, drooling as his tight balls were aching, the shadow riding him and jerking himself off making him god forsaken jealous. he cried softly, all he could was babble, barely even registering when the man came all over his torso.

only once he climbed down the last guy picked up the pace again, wrapping a gloved hand around the sensitive cock and matching his thrusts. "c'mon, you wanna cum don't you?" He chuckled. "you should hurry up.. cum before I do or don't cum at all." he grinned, Graves cried out loudly again. he bucked his hips up into the man's fist, the others watching in anticipation. one of them even stepped forward, pressing his lips against the Commander's in a sloppy kiss, another starting to play with the sensitive nipples.

Phillip was full on crying at this point, trying to cum as hard as he could - just seconds before he did he felt the hot sensation inside him once again. he shook his head and sobbed as the shadows let off of him, letting him cry it out for a moment before untying him, two of them carrying him to his quarters. "gonna think twice before you go behaving like that again, hm?"