#and he just casually bought it for me!!!!!

[fangdokja]

How do you escape a yandere harem? Asking for a very distressed friend (me).

♡ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Word Count. 1,128

♡ A/N. Basically me before I got married. lol. Yes. I hated anything romance both fiction and reality. So I like this concept haha. Also, I'm seriously debating on making this an actual novella. Maybe. I still have to finish my requests, but maybe.

You fucking hate romance.

Not in a casual, indifferent way. No, your hatred for romance is the kind that borders on seething disgust. The kind that makes you want to puke when two characters start making heart eyes at each other. The kind that makes you physically cringe when someone dares utter the words ‘soulmate’ or ‘true love’ in your general direction. Romance is a shit genre. A putrid, festering landfill of emotional drivel. You’d rather watch a slow-burn psychological horror where the protagonist’s sanity unravels, or a thriller where the final girl barely survives a slasher massacre, than sit through a single damn love confession.

So naturally, because fate fucking hates you, you get isekai’d into an otome game.

Not just any otome game. A reverse harem, noble court intrigue, “will you find true love?” kind of otome game. You wake up inside the body of some unfortunate, aristocratic protagonist, and your first instinct is to smash your head against the nearest marble pillar in the desperate hope that blunt force trauma will eject you from this nightmare. It doesn’t work.

Worse, you are surrounded by them.

♡ Yandere! Crown Prince who is everything you loathe—tall, broad-shouldered, charismatic. A born leader, they say. His bloodline has ruled for centuries. A tyrant in the making. His voice is deep, his smile a calculated weapon. A future emperor whose touch alone makes noblewomen swoon and fall at his feet like wilting flowers. He looks at you like you’re already his consort. You look at him like you’re about to stab him in the eye.

“Dearest,” he says, rolling the word across his tongue with insufferable arrogance, “what an honor it must be for you, to be chosen by the future ruler of this land.”

You stare at him. “I’d rather be executed for treason.”

His smile doesn’t waver. It only deepens. “How rebellious.”

You realize, with mounting horror, that he finds this amusing. Worse, attractive.

♡ Yandere! Archduke is the kind of man who has never once heard the word ‘no’ and taken it seriously. A bastard-born noble who climbed his way into power with sheer audacity and an overwhelming lack of self-preservation. The type to talk you in circles until you don’t even remember what you were arguing about in the first place. He’s always smirking, always one step ahead, and always so damn annoying.

“You wound me, darling,” he drawls, lounging against the silk cushions of your carriage like he owns it (because he does own it; he bought it specifically for your ‘dates’). “I’m a man of reason. I can be persuaded to let you go.”

You narrow your eyes. “Really?”

His smirk widens. “Of course. All you have to do is admit that you want me.”

Your expression darkens like storm clouds rolling in before a disaster. You exhale slowly. “I hope you contract the plague.”

He laughs. The bastard laughs. “Oh, sweetheart. That sharp tongue of yours only makes me want you more.”

You contemplate drowning yourself in the nearest fountain.

♡ Yandere! Supreme Mage doesn’t need to chase you. You’re already trapped. A cold-blooded intellectual, a prodigy whose intelligence surpasses entire generations of scholars. He is the advisor to the throne, the master of arcane arts, the genius whose apathy is only rivaled by his obsession. And for some unholy reason, he has chosen to dedicate that obsession to you.

“There is no logic in your resistance,” he states, his sharp calculated eyes watching your every move like a scientist dissecting a particularly fascinating specimen. “The probability of you escaping me is exactly zero.”

You glare at him from inside the magic barrier he’s sealed you in. “Fuck you.”

His lips twitch. “Inevitable.”

You scream internally.

♡ Yandere! Demon King is the worst of them all. The nightmare incarnate. The shadow that stretches across the battlefield, that turns the bravest warriors into weeping corpses. Seemingly peaceful, but whatever shred of righteousness he once had is buried beneath millennia of bloodshed. He watches you with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. You feel like prey. You are prey.

“I do not comprehend your reluctance,” he murmurs, tilting his head as though studying a curious, fragile thing. His fingers brush your cheek, and you physically recoil, like his touch might dissolve you from the inside out.

He does not retract his hand.

“You are mine,” he says simply.

“No, I am not,” you snap back, the venom in your voice laced with pure, unfiltered rage.

A pause. He exhales softly. Then he smiles.

“Ah,” he whispers. “A challenge.”

Your entire body locks up with dread. You suddenly understand, with absolute clarity, that you are fucked.

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Your days are spent avoiding unwanted confessions, sidestepping ambushes disguised as ‘chance encounters,’ and resisting the overwhelming urge to commit arson. Your nights are spent planning elaborate escape routes that never come to fruition because one of the four nightmares always finds you first.

You try everything.

Poisoning the Crown Prince’s wine? He drinks it, licks his lips, and says, “Sweet. Did you make this yourself?”

Framing the Archduke for treason? He fakes his own death and then shows up in your chambers that same night, grinning like a lunatic. “Miss me?”

Teleporting away from the Supreme Mage? He rewinds time. You wake up in the same bed, with his arms around your waist.

Selling your soul to escape the Demon King? He is the one who answers.

You are doomed.

And worst of all?

It’s still a romance game.

You watch, helpless, as the ‘Affection Points’ rise every time you breathe in their general direction.

You don’t want a ‘Happy Ending.’

You want a cease and desist order.

And yet, the game continues.

Your suffering is eternal.

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sinful sentence (five)

lando norris - "you're so very tempting..."

tags: smut/pwp, friends-with-benefits (with feelings), simp!lando, sanrio plushies, possessive behavior, jealousy & manipulation, safe sex

the sinful sentences catalogue

this was not according to plan. this was supposed to be fun. you should be honoured really, lando never liked tapping the same girl twice. let alone three, four, five, seven times. he had lost count the amount of times he had fucked you into the mattress of his bed. watched you reach climax in the sea of soft pillows, your heavy pants into the light grey pillowcases as your back arched with a primal want.

but what started out as a means to an end. had become something a little more intense. it was like lighting matches in a gas station, the inferno was bound to happen. and it all started over a fucking stuffed animal.

"liam got you this?" he asked as he plucked it off of your bed, "are you fucking him?" he tried to keep the jealousy at bay.

"no!" you said as you crossed your arms and looked at him, "you know people give gifts to each other and not just when they're apologizing for something." you had a vast collection of luxury items from lando because he fucked up. you didn't know why he was getting jealous of liam.

lando looked at the stuffed animal, it was of hello kitty or one of those little sanrio things. the marketable plushie that seemed to invade every female's bedroom like mold. lando hated the thing. he looked at it and said, "you're so very tempting... tempting to throw in the trash." and the toy was taken from his hand and you wrapped your arms around it quickly. the face of the toy was right in the valley of your breasts that were covered by your bra.

"excuse me! don't talk that way to my melody!" that was the name of it, "be nice to her!"

lando made a face, "i would be nice to her, if she wasn't given to you by that fucker." he got into bed with you. he got his hands on either side of you and leaned you further back into the bed, "i don't like him touching what is min."

you frowned, "we're just friends, lando. you didn't want commitment, remember?" lando's biggest failure. it wasn't on the track, but rather not pinning you down. he said he was casual and he had regretted it every day since.

"well, unless you wanna be used by drivers until your worn out like a tire, i suggest you limit your driver fucking to one." to him. and you shoved him before you laid back in bed. the toy discarded to the other side of the bed.

"i didn't think you were capable of being so fucking possessive." you said before you pulled him by the front of his t-shirt. you sealed your lips against his and he started to get his joggers off. his stupid fucking words excited you sexually. and while it was all casual, it was nice to see him get so wound up over you.

you knew he was a sucker for you, and you flirted with that idea. liam didn't get you the stuffed animal, you bought it yourself at the drug store and lied to lando about it. to watch the british driver bite his words because some rookie is trying to get in his territory. it was cute in its patheticness. his clothes came off along with your undergarments.

you watched lando angrily grab one of the condoms out of the box on the nightstand and get it on before his situations himself between your legs. his handsome eyes bore into your heated flesh like he was trying to make holes in your skin. only he got to see you like this, under him and sexually needy.

when he sank into you, he cursed under his breath. you fit like a vice and even with the condom on, he could still feel the heat of your pussy. this was why he didn't want liam lawson to be sniffing around what it is. yeah, it was casual, but that didn't mean lando had to share. call him a selfish prick for that, he didn't care. you were his, and no rookie was going to take that from him.

especially when he leaned forward and started to move against you. he maintained eye contact as he thrusted against you. he held onto the covers under you as used the surface as leverage to work his cock inside of you. the bed creaked under the movements and the slick sounds of fucking filled the air paired with your heated noises.

"shit, that's it. that feels good." lando licked his lips and made eye contact with the stuffed toy near the wall. its plastic eyes watched lando ruin your cunt. stuff it full of him. he knew it was stupid, but he grinned wickedly at the toy as he continued to move against you.

he wished he could take photos of what he was doing to you right at that moment. show liam exactly how to pleasure a woman of your caliber. lando was certain that liam wouldn't even make you cum, that you'd have to fake an orgasm. but you've never faked with lando, he knew it. because he knew your body like he knew his. how to hit at just the right spots to make you see stars.

this casual affair between you two was heated to its roots. lando wanted you more than just sexually. but no amount of luxury he could give you was enough. you weren't easily swayed by material goods. as you once told him, "i'm not a crow, no need to distract me with shiny objects." but lando knew he was going mad every time he saw you with someone else.

you sated every need in his body, why couldn't you simply be his? why did you have to keep so close to the terms of being casual. lando needed you and he didn't need someone else trying to worm their way into your life. he couldn't allow it, he wouldn't allow it.

"look at you, under me. don't need plushies when you got me. you hated gifts, what made lawson so special."

you pushed your luck as you replied, "because he's actually a gentleman. not a panting dog looking to get his dick sucked every hour of every day. he at least knows how to treat a woman." it was all utter bullshit, but you felt lando's pace stagger for a moment from your words.

"bigger than me, princess?" he panted heavily, "does it stretch you out the way i do? leave you a mess? i know you talk big game about wanting a gentleman. so i need to know, is he bigger?"

you reached out and held onto his shoulders tightly, "no." then pulled him in for another kiss. you moaned into the kiss and tightened your thighs around his waist as he fucked you with heavy strokes. the pleasure made your head throb as the he clutched onto the covers tighter.

the pleasure was intense, the movements were rough. the sexual electricity was felt between you two as the kisses got more heated. you liked when lando became a man possessed when it came to his envy. he was a slave to his jealousy when it really gripped him. his breathing were heavy pants as he continued to move against you. the pleasure was a monster inside of him as his movements continued.

when he broke the kiss, he looked down at you with a glint in his eye, "he could never fuck you like this. he could never take you the way i do. he's a pussy." he pressed into you further, his pace was brutal and it made you only hotter.

your orgasm felt close the more he fucked you. the more his heavy thrusts made your mind go blank for a split second. you held onto his shoulders tightly and let him use your pussy to his liking. taking every ounce of pleasure that he could give you. if he was jealous then you were greedy for his cock.

he was right, no one else could ever have you the way he did. no other man could bring you to climax the way he did. he had re-wired your brain sexually that other hook-ups seemed so bland. lando knew exactly how to fuck you. so it was no surprise that after another round of heated kisses, you held onto him tightly and your toes curled.

you came around his cock and he soon came in the condom. you tensed up and lurched forward from the sensation and he kept you pinned down as you both finished. then slowly he came to a stop and grabbed you by the face to kiss you once more.

lando groaned against the kiss and he rubbed his softening cock inside of you to get that extra bit of pleasure before he felt content with what he had done. when he pulled out. he got up to toss the condom and when he got into bed. he grabbed the plush and looked it in its plastic eyes.

before he could make more threats to it. you plucked it from his hands, "either your nice to it or you can make yourself comfortable on my couch tonight."

he made a face and mentally promised himself. is liam lawson thought your affection was for sale, then lando would have to double the offer and make sure that you didn't end up in that rookie's arms. <3

[mindmelter]

A Better Marcus Than Marcus

It all started when my sister’s boyfriend, Marcus, did a complete 180. The guy used to be your textbook finance bro—straight-laced, all about stocks, cryptos, and protein shakes. He was also the type who’d casually flex his "intellectual superiority" at family dinners like he was the human embodiment of a TED Talk nobody asked for.

Then, out of nowhere, he turned into this fun, carefree dude. He started to grow his hair and beard and constantly walk shirtless, showcasing his unfairly perfect pair of pecs and set of abs. He even tattooed his arm—something I would never expect from him. It wasn’t just a change in style; it was like he had become a totally different person.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Then it hit me—my sister’s ex, Dylan, a scrawny hippie who could’ve been the poster child for essential oils and “love, man” vibes. Dylan and I had gotten along great back in the day, mostly because he shared a little secret with me: a drug. No, not this kind of drug. This stuff could turn anyone into a bodysuit. Yeah, you heard me. One hit of this thing, and you could empty someone out, leaving behind a perfectly usable, skin-tight vessel. Thanks to him, I solved my bullying problem at school by wearing the jock leader's body.

Then, one day, Dylan disappeared from our lives after my sister dumped him. No warning, no goodbye, nothing. I thought that was the end of it. Turns out, it wasn’t.

Fast-forward to tonight. We’re having a family dinner at my parents’ house, and Marcus is here, all smiles and carefree vibes, making dumb jokes with my parents. It was the perfect chance to test my theory. I waited until everyone was distracted with dessert and pulled Marcus aside to a quiet corner of the house.

“I need to talk to you,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice low.

He cocked an eyebrow but followed me. Once we were out of earshot, I didn’t waste any time.

“I know you’re not really Marcus,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know it’s you, Dylan.”

For a moment, he just stared at me, then a wide grin spread across his face. “Took you long enough, bro,"

He opened his robe even more to show me his muscular body, looking like he was showing me an outfit and not another man's skin, “Yeah, it’s me. Poor Marcus never saw it coming. Injected this asshole with the stuff after he dropped your sister at your house, and bam! Marcus went to bodysuit city.” He chuckled darkly. “I’ve been living my best life ever since and with the love of my life."

I’ll admit, I wasn’t surprised. But hearing it confirmed still left my mouth agape.

"So, what now? You gonna rat me out to your sister? You wouldn't do that to good old Dylan here, would you? Not after I helped you turn your jock bully into a bodysuit. I even helped you out at faking his disappearance, I had to drive to another state to get rid of that bodysuit."

I smirked. “That depends. What’s in it for me?”

Dylan—or Marcus, I guess—laughed. “Alright, how about this: I let you enjoy Marcus’s body anytime you want, as long as you keep your mouth shut.”

It was a twisted offer, but let’s be real—I’d had a thing for Marcus since day one. The chance to have him, even under these bizarre circumstances, was too good to pass up.

“Deal,” I said, extending a hand.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, bro,” he replied, shaking my hand. Before we could head upstairs, my sister caught us in the hallway.

“Where are you two going?” she asked.

Thinking quickly, Dylan—Marcus—flashed his charming smile. “Your brother wanted to show me his collectible…uh…vinyl record collection. Said he’s got some rare finds.”

She bought it. “Wow, bonding over music. Finally. I’m proud of you two. Don't take too long, we're going to have karaoke." She leaned forward to give Marcus a kiss and walked away.

As soon as we were in my room, the facade dropped. I locked the door, and he turned to me, that sly grin back on his face. “Alright, bro,” he said, taking off his already unbuttoned white shirt and letting it fall to the floor. “Let’s see what you’ve been fantasizing about.”

I immediately pushed him down onto his knees, grabbing a handful of his long hair to assert control. “You’re going to start by sucking me off like a good slut,” I whispered.

His grin widened as he complied, reaching for my pants and pulling them down. His warm mouth quickly wrapped around me, and I let out a satisfied groan as he worked his tongue expertly. Once my cock was slick and throbbing, I pulled him back by his hair, forcing him to look up at me.

“Get on the bed, on all fours, now! You're my secret boyfriend slut now,” I ordered. He obeyed, taking off his pants and crawling onto the bed completely naked with his huge ass waiting for me. It was the sight I've been dreaming of ever since my sister introduced Marcus.

I walked over to my desk and turned on some rock music to muffle what was about to happen.

Climbing onto the bed behind him, I gripped his long hair tightly as I positioned myself. Without hesitation, I thrust into him hard, using his hair as leverage. Dylan moaned as I filled Marcus' ass. This wasn't our first time together. When Dylan was wearing my hot bully's body, he let me fuck him as a final revenge before he dumped the bodysuit in another state.

Marcus' back arched, and he let out a muffled moan, the sound drowned out by the loud music. I didn’t let up, pulling his hair like reins as I pounded into him mercilessly.

I leaned down on his back as I filled Dylan's—Marcus' ass with my cum. “You make a better Marcus."

[reikoinoue]

warnings: stepcest / manipulation; virginity loss; reader and caleb are 18 and 20, respectively.

thinking about how your step brother, caleb is always so strangely possessive over you.

ever since your mother married his father all those years ago, your big brother never gave you a chance to be alone, often filling your world with his presence as he made it his life's mission to always shield you.

during family gatherings, caleb would sit by your side at the dinner table, trailing his large hand up the silky feel of your thighs while playing with the edge of your panties. a whimper would escape from your parted lips. a smirk would grace his expression while he prodded at your folds, sliding a finger in while maintaining a casual tone when your parents asked him questions about his university and how his grades were doing.

it would take a herculean effort for you to remain silent, gasping as you struggled to keep your expression neutral, distracting yourself by stuffing your face with sweet and sour pork with rice while not really tasting anything. with his thick finger felt sliding up your slick heat, you nearly jump out of your seat in response when a sudden pinch was felt against your swollen clit.

"you alright sweetheart?" your father asks you with concern dripping within his tone, making your cheeks heat up in response as you struggled to keep your voice even. "i-i'm fine dad, i just b-bit into something hard." it was difficult to bite back your moans when you felt caleb pumping his finger in and out of your core, the squelching sound being masked by your family's casual conversation.

your mother voices concern over the pork belly that she bought for tonight's dinner, and you could feel the scorching heat blossom within your veins when caleb removes his hand away from your slick folds, giving you a smug expression before finishing off the rest of his meal.

there was a burning sensation felt between your legs, completely losing your appetite when you stand from your seat. "i'm not feeling too well, may i be excused?" your voice was shaky and uneven, and you could feel the tremors coursing throughout your body when caleb's darkened gaze meets your eyes.

ignoring the intensity of his stare, you run up the stairs and immediately locked yourself within the bathroom, feeling your heart pounding with each second that ticks by. beads of sweat ran down your face when you peeled off your clothes and prepared a bath for yourself.

catching your reflection in the mirror, you saw the same, wide-eyed girl staring back at you, your lips jutting out in a pout at what had just transpired at dinner. lately, his touches were becoming more daring-

less innocent as he took more and more of your firsts the older you became.

he was your first hug-

your first kiss-

your first everything.

even as you blossomed during adolescence, caleb made sure to scare off any male that dared to come close to you. you recall a study date you had set up with your crush during sophomore year, and caleb had walked out in only a simple towel covering his waist with droplets of water falling from his hair. you were left gaping at his naked physique, watching with wide eyes as he scared your classmate away by gripping at the front of his shirt.

"you think you're good enough for her, punk? you wanna date her so bad, then you're going to have to defeat me to get to her."

by then, he was honestly too terrified of your big brother to defend himself, hurriedly gathering his belongs before leaving your home without looking back. it was only when you were alone with him once more did he capture your lips in a searing kiss, making you moan as you cling to the front of his naked chest.

that was the moment that you realized what you felt for your brother had to be something akin to sin. caleb was not supposed to kiss you like he was a man starved, trapping you against the wall of your shared home as his hand travels between your thighs, cupping that sole intimate part of you that had never been claimed before.

your face begins to feel hot at the memory, with you shaking your head to get rid of such a scene before turning on the the faucet of the tub. you fill it with cold water, eyes focused on the clear surface before stiffening at the sounds of the lock being picked.

the rapid beats within your heart morphs into palpitations, anticipation coursing through your veins when your big brother manages to unlock your bathroom door. deep magenta eyes meet your gaze before he calmly shuts the door, locking it fully while taking in the sight of your nakedness.

"have you been a good girl for me? no man has touched what's mine, right?" his voice carries a possessive edge to it, nearing your form as he kneels before you. "but just to be safe, let me check..."

he spreads your thighs, forcing you to cling to him for support as he delves his fingers within your heat once more. he works on drawing out your honeyed arousal, causing you to gasp while biting back your moans. his finger continues to intrude deeper inside of you, with the sounds of the tub filling with water echoing throughout the bathroom.

"caleb- ngh!" your whisper of his name turns into a broken moan when he pinches at your clit, "good girl... i still feel some resistance here." a pleased smirk graces his handsome features when he stands back to his full height, turning off the faucet while taking off the rest of his clothes. ignoring the bath, he pins the front of your body against the cold wall, moving his erection back and forth against your slick folds as you softly whimpered against him.

"sssh, mom and dad are still here... watching tv below us. you don't want them to hear us, right?" caleb's voice drips with a saccharine sweetness, slowly spreading your thighs before slowly impaling his cock within your cunt. "ngh, fuck." he harshly whispers within your ear, large hands covering your mouth as your moans of pleasure and pain become muffled.

caleb takes his time sheathing himself inside of you, feeling your sweet pussy take him in, inch by breathtaking inch, only stilling his hips completely once he was fully inside of you. you were trembling now, feeling the girthiness of his erection tear into you, nearly splitting you in half as tears dot against the corner of your eyes.

"y'so fuckin' perfect f'me." drunk off of the feel of you, caleb uses his free hand to travel down your chest, giving your perky nipples a series of gentle pinches before setting a powerful and steady pace. the squelching sounds of your cunt taking caleb's dick in over and over again echoes throughout the bathroom, the hedonistic pleasure of it all making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"y'belong t'me forever now." caleb harshly whispers in your ear while biting down on it, "and you'll never be able to escape from your big brother..."

perhaps you were just as sinful, too, feeling the way your walls clenched in response to his dark promises of forever.

a.n. - hhhhh caleb... i understand you so much now... and the desire to write naughty things for you.

all stories are written by reiko; no plagiarizing, reposts, or translations are allowed.

[venusbyline]

HEADCANON: Sugar Daddy!Aegon

— pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x sugar baby!reader

— type: smut, fluff, modern AU

— tags/warnings: female!reader, sugar daddy!Aegon, age gap (older man/younger woman), class difference, family issues, vaginal sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, doggy style position, degradation, slight dumbification, limousine sex, spanking kink, butt slapping, creampie, exhibitionism, mentioned consensual underage sex, dom!Aegon, sub!reader, CEO!Aegon, college student!reader. no use of y/n, english is not my first language.

❥ Aegon II masterlist • HOTD masterlist • ASOIAF headcanons

❥ about me • main masterlist

• Sugar Daddy!Aegon who felt so lonely after taking over his father's company, even though he had a lot of money to keep supporting the luxurious life he had since his birth.

• Sugar Daddy!Aegon who listened to his close friends joking about this type of arrangement, and decided to try the luck on some app suitable for that.

• Sugar Daddy!Aegon who had no patience with most of the annoying girls on the site, who seemed more interested in just fucking with him than in his money and company. After all, even with an almost insatiable and unhealthy lust, he could fuck any girl he wanted without having to pay for them, so he put the idea aside for a while when he noticed so many messages there didn't correspond to what he was really looking for.

• Sugar Daddy!Aegon who was surprised seeing the description on your profile saying that you weren't interested in casual sex or sending nudes, and threatening to block anyone who pissed off you with harassment. Then he immediately texted you.

• Sugar Daddy!Aegon who became attached to your talks after the first moment. He listened to your story, listened to your limits and what you wanted in that arrangement, and that same night sent you a great amount of money as a "free sample" of what was coming.

• Sugar Daddy!Aegon who always likes to spoil you even more than what was agreed in the contract. It doesn't matter how many thousand dollars he sends you monthly or the credit cards he gave you. Did you simply texted saying that you saw a picture of a new Tiffany & Co bracelet? He'll buy it to you. Did Aegon smell a good Cartier fragrance on a secretary of his company? He'll immediately buy and send it to your home as a surprise, only to listened to your many audio messages thanking him for the "unexpected" gift.

• Sugar Daddy!Aegon who loves receiving your photos and videos wearing everything he bought you or showing how you're using the money. He doesn't really know how to react to your thanks, but you know he's happy when he sends you a cute emoji that's probably only used by older men. Noticing the age difference between you always makes both of you smile.

• Sugar Daddy!Aegon who loves to listen to you talk about your college matters, how your professors are being unfair or how some of your friends are annoying you. He even offers you a job at his company and you just chuckle, thinking he's joking. But he's never joking about that.

• Sugar Daddy!Aegon who sometimes manages to open up to you, exposing the issues he's facing running the company. How his father's death caused chaos in his family, breaking bonds. How he's sure that his half-sister is planning to take legal actions, how he believes that their father's will, in which she was left with just a small part of the inheritance, was forged or manipulated while Viserys was still alive, but ill. Sometimes Aegon also talks about his issues with his mother and grandfather, who thinks he's a terrible businessman and will sink the entire Hightowers empire in the not-so-distant future. You always understand Aegon and give him good advices, so he feels like he can open up to you more than anyone else in his life.

• Sugar Daddy!Aegon who only took three months to give in to his desire to see you face to face. He didn't wanna admit it, not even to himself, but he was so fucking nervous that you might reject the invite to the fanciest Italian Restaurant in the city. Aegon knew that you would've every right to deny him, as it wasn't an demand written in your contract. So as soon as you said yes, he was desperately excited, he went crazy thinking about how not to ruin it. He might be a disgusting womanizer when it came to other girls, but he really wanted to impress you, his Sugar Baby.

• Sugar Daddy!Aegon who was a complete disaster since the beginning of your "date", trying to impress you with anything fancy and expensive, but in the end he got so drunk on wine that you had to help his private driver put him inside the limousine. You even thought that you would've to go back to your modest house and wasted the debut of that fancy dress, heels and jewelery that he bought you the day before. However, Aegon even in his drunken state begged you to come with him to the mansion, saying he didn't wanna be alone and also needed to apologize.

• Sugar Daddy!Aegon who felt sucks when he woke up and saw you lying on the other large couch, asleep and looking kinda lost. That sight made him feel like the worst Sugar Daddy and the worst man too, so he admiring you sleeping for a while, being careful not to wake you and asking the mansion's cooks to make you the best breakfast possible, and asking two other employees to buy you more jewelry and flowers, as well as a new Prada bag.

• Sugar Daddy!Aegon who would wait for you to forgive him (which occurred without any resistance by your part) before finally kissing you, feeling much more hesitant and nervous than when he lost his virginity with his father's random secretary, when he was just a teenager with hormones raging.

• Sugar Daddy!Aegon who from that day on would start taking you on every trip. You might even miss some college classes, but who cares? Do you wanna know Greece? Do you wanna go to Venice? Spend the summer in Copacabana? Winter in Tokyo? Aegon will take you anywhere you want and fuck you in all those expensive hotels, even if that's not part of the original arrangement.

• Sugar Daddy!Aegon who doesn't wanna put a label on your situationship, because saying that you're his Sugar Baby sounds less complicated to him than admitting more feelings beyond that. However, when you mention being at a frat party with some people from your college, Aegon immediately goes after you, not caring about the confused looks from the young students when they saw an extremely rich older man coming towards you, picking you up as if you were a little child, throwing you into the limousine seat without his typical care, realizing that you did it all on purpose as soon as he saw your smug look afterwards.

• Sugar Daddy!Aegon who will order the driver to roll up the partition so he can climb up the tiny dress you were wearing at the party, slapping your ass several times, the expensive rings he wears on his hands making red marks on your soft flesh. He doesn't need to prepare you, the way you chose to dress the Victoria's Secret lingerie he bought you most recently sends his mind into a frenzy, and all the driver can hear as he drives are the muffled sounds of your loud moans and the sound of your skins hitting each other, plus Aegon growling and degrading you as if you were nothing but a brainless whore.

• Sugar Daddy!Aegon who will ask you to be his girlfriend during the following weekend, preparing a trip to Paris and spoiling you with a Birkin Bag, also making your relationship official with a Cartier ring made of gold and decorated with 72 white diamonds, which cost at least $7,000.

• Sugar Daddy!Aegon who even though he's your boyfriend, will still keeping spoil you as he did before, when the bond between the two of you was just the Sugar Daddy and Sugar Baby agreement. Actually... It will be much better, because the gifts will be even fancier and the fancy trips will be more expensive. Also... You'll be able to fuck with Aegon at his office whenever both of you want to, especially if you give in to his desires and drop out of college so you can just be his Sugar Baby during the day and his cockslut at night, not having to do anything but stay home and shop, or walk around the city, and then wait for your Sugar Daddy to fill you after he gets home from work, eager to feel his cock fucking your warm pussy while he presses you against the mansion's windows, already picturing the millionaire neighbors jerking off to the sight of your pretty breasts almost crushed against the glass and his cum dripping from your swollen and tight core.

[forgotteneffigy]

Promise

⋆ kento nanami x coworker!reader - the prologue!? ⋆

word count : 1k+ ⋆₊˚⊹

before you read : mentions of character death, spoilers for jjk inventory arc. you have been warned. enjoy this little piece of teen!nanami x reader angst! ^_^

“What did you do with your first paycheck, Nanami?”

Your words drown out the liveliness around you, the sounds of children laughing as they played with their food and the worries of the doting mothers next to them deafened by your question.

The way you looked at him with those eyes of yours. The way you said his name like you've known him for years, years that exceeded your recent transfer to Tokyo's jujutsu high.

The smell of baked goods and hot coffee wafts through the air as Nanami considers your question.

“I can't remember.” He initially replies, looking off to the side.

With some thought behind it, he adds in, “I put it into my savings account, I think.”

The way you tilted your head at his answer makes him believe you wanted to hear him say something more interesting. What else was there to say?

You half-expected his answer, but you said what you were thinking anyway.

Your eyebrows knit together as you reply. “That's so boring, Nanami.”

You place your hand under your chin. With your other hand, you stir the spoon in your cup of morning caffeine.

“Wanna know what I'm going to get with mine, Nanam?”

You don't bother to hear his confirmation. You smile wide as you speak, Nanami looks at you as if trying to commit the way you looked to memory.

“Once I get my first paycheck,” you continue to smile, looking down at the table. “I'm getting us a cake to celebrate. Savarin cake!” You declare loudly, sounding quite sure of yourself and your success on your first independent mission.

You look back with a spark of determination in your eyes.

“A big one.”

You point the silverware at him, his reflection warbled in the spoon.

“A big one, hm?” He repeats.

“Just for you and me.” You add with a sure nod, pointing at yourself before dropping the utensil into your cup.

“It's a little too early to be thinking about sweets, isn't it?” He asks, chuckling quietly at your determination.

Even when you pointed a spoon at him to prove your promise to him, vowing with the silverware to share a slice of cake bought with your first paycheck.

“It's never too early to be thinking about sweets, Nanami.” You reply, the side of your shoe grazing against his own. The casual show of affection makes him look down, your shoe next to his under the table. “Gojo's not the one making you say that, I hope.”

You laugh at his words, your hand migrating from your cheek to your mouth to muffle your chuckles.

“Gojo can't make me do shit, Nanami.”

The boldness in your reply makes Nanami question his own doubts and worries about you coming back from your mission safely.

“Just come back to me in one piece, please.” He says, tone almost pleading as he places his hand on the table.

Close enough to touch yours, but far enough to only feel your warmth.

“That's all I ask of you, (L/N). Come back alive.”

He doesn't want to acknowledge it, but there's more than just care meant for a fellow sorcerer behind his words.

You were his partner. And he didn't want to lose you.

He didn't want you to become another face in a pile of corpses in an abandoned strip of Tokyo's city.

“Just..” Nanami pauses, trailing off. He had to tread carefully now, knowing that if he said the wrong thing, you'd leave thinking about what he said.

“Promise me you won't do anything stupid.” He wasn't asking you to. He was telling you to.

Nanami hopes you had enough common sense in that head of yours to know that.

“People die in our line of work all the time. You know, they say sorcerers…” He doesn't hear the rest of what you said after, his mind focusing on how you brushed off his concern.

Nanami stiffens in his chair. He didn't like how flippant your response was, and he didn't like the carefree smile you put on after.

“Even though. Despite that fact. Please, (L/N).”

His eyes soften when they land on you again. The lively surroundings around him blur when he focuses on you.

He didn't want to see you on a mortuary table, your body dressed in white with a towel covering your face. He hated how vividly he could imagine it in his head.

He didn't want you to end up like Haibara. Taken away from him too soon. It all happened so fast.

In a blink of an eye, you could be taken away from him.

One wrong step. One miscalculation in the usage of your abilities, and you'd be taken away from him in an instant.

He was more attached to you than he thought.

Nanami's too deep in his own head to notice the way you casually brushed the hair out of his face. Blond strands no longer hiding the softness in his eyes.

He only registers your touch when you pull away, your finger pointed at him with a reassuring smile.

You smile widely at him.

“You worry too much, Nanami.”

He still remembers the way your lips moved as the unassuming black sedan pulled away from the bakery parking, a piece of you in between his fingers.

He sits there quietly, looking at the uniform button in his hand. You told him not to worry, even joked about it to make him feel better. You gave him your uniform button without thinking much about the implications behind it.

You were an idiot. His idiot.

His grip on the button tightens, the pad of his thumb pressing into the circular indent in the middle.

“You cocky idiot..” He murmurs in between his teeth,

“You better not die on me.”

You're already gone, far away. The car you went in probably on the highway by now.

Nanami doesn't know what he's doing. He slips the button into his pocket, feeling its shape to make sure it's still there.

He doesn't know why he has this... feeling in his chest that he can't quite place.

He can't imagine a world without you, and he doesn't want to.

⋆ part two is coming soon to bakeries near you !!

[sherbetstudios]

a friend gifted me omori on steam and I think I surpassed the mortal realm this is a whole other field of happiness how does one express it

[starishsky]

ashley gave him hello kitty bandaids (it's all she had)

[kakusu-shipping]

I may have spent more money than I made at Regionals.

[eightw]

a couple of weeks ago my grandma was taking in her sewing machine to be oiled by this guy she used to live near who fixed sewing machines as a side hobby/hustle, and she offered to take in my broken machine as well. i'd been avoiding taking it to this guy (because why would i take my machine to a random old man who isn't even running a real buisness??) but i was like meh my grandma can drop it off, either he'll fix it or he'll tell me he can't do it and i'll get it back without talking to him and take it to a real shop like i've been putting off, i guess that sounds fine.

so she took it in and apparently a piece was broken on my machine (which used to be my mum's btw, it was a gift from my grandma that she took back when my mum died bc i was too young to use it), and he couldn't order the piece, so he couldn't fix it. but i was like that's fine, it's just some random old guy, i'll try looking for the piece it take it into an actual shop.

and then my grandma told him he could have it for spare parts.

i got the new broken to me fifteen minutes ago, when she said "and he asked if he could have it for parts because he wanted one of the pieces and he'd waive the cost of my oiling and i said sure, and bought you a cheap one from walmart".

[silverselfshippingchaos]

one of my favorite things about him in y4 is the constant joking about his divorce

[yuukei-yikes]

i hate how it's implied kano just left takane to sort out getting her body back by herself. like he just takes her there and then goes sob outside. fuck you fuck you fuck you i know kano was in a bad headspace but he is ALWAYS in a bad headspace he SHOULD AT LEAST help his friend out of the fucking tank especially after lore dumping her abt his tragic life story the whole way there

[aprillikesthings]

in which I am a petty bitch

There's all these women on youtube and tiktok who talk about interests of mine like ADHD and historical costuming and fiber arts and I know some of them make a living off their content by now, but every time they mention their husbands etc. part of me assumes it's a situation where her share of the household income is like, part-time job level, and he's the one actually footing the bills behind the scenes for things like their house.

I know, I know. If you get a big enough following, making online content can actually pay a LOT now, especially when people diversify it a lot--youtube and tiktok and patreon, doing ads in their videos, etc.

And I also know that the reason I am Suspicious is because of The Toast--I assumed the folks running it were like, maaaaybe middle-class. But after The Toast closed and Nicole Cliff started posting in other places I realized--her and her husband are actually rich as fuck, and as far as I can tell the money is from her husband. A huge home in suburban Utah, horses, she has a favorite aesthetician and gets botox and just...yeah it's not so bad to run the kind of site that will never entirely pay for itself (The Toast was never going to make anyone wealthy lol) when you're not worried about what you'll do if it doesn't.

And I'm not saying I don't think she should've started The Toast! It was an amazing website with articles I *still* sometimes link to people, even though all the cultural references are dated now, and at least half the images aren't working. The Toast paid their writers, and that allowed them to publish a shit-ton of amazing content.

But it always felt (to me!) like she portrayed herself as the kind of city-dwelling nerdy feminist librarian type that was a lot of The Toast's readership...not someone in a McMansion.

And there's some folks on youtube where I'm just....you do not have a high enough follower count on this incredibly niche material for you to be paying for that nice place I see in the background of your videos, plus all the cameras and lighting and mics and editing software.

It must be nice, to have that kind of financial freedom. And I'm glad their spouses are willing to support them like that.

But I wonder how many possible content creators are out there whose amazing stuff we'll never see because they're too busy trying to pay rent.

[mockiatoh]

My biggest frustration with the left has always been the inability/unwillingness to work on making progress inside of the system while advocating for greater change.

I remember the first time I came to this realization.

I was nineteen, pregnant. We couldn’t afford to heat the house because we couldn’t afford the deposit to turn the gas on. It was miserably cold. The duplex we were renting was old and rickety and drafty. The window frames were messed up and there were cracks you could stick your finger through that were open to the elements.

Just, like, to give you an idea where we were financially. And this was better than we’d been doing before!

Anyway, I had recently started going to DSA meetings. And that month, they were talking about how a moderate democrat had successfully gotten a small increase in WIC benefits monthly. It came out to, like, $10 a month.

The members talking—mostly male, almost all doing decent—were scornful. The democrat should have pushed harder and gotten more, refused to accept anything until everyone else caved to their demands. I remember sitting there, quietly drinking the latte in the smallest size they had that I had bought with scrounged quarters, listening. Wishing it wasn’t held in an indie coffee shop because it was a luxury I really couldn’t afford, but it would be rude not to. Enjoying the coffee anyway.

I was one of the lucky ones who was getting that additional $10 a month through WIC. Even more exciting, we were now getting a voucher for the farmers’ market. I casually mentioned that WIC recipients would now be getting farmers’ market vouchers, too.

The guy who organized the meetings was a hard worker, passionate guy. Did something in tech.

He was like, “That’s the thing! These people don’t want farmers market vouchers. They want—” and he went on to describe a bunch of pie in the sky desires. That, yeah, sounded good.

But one. I was one of those people! A lot if the tamiles were super excited about it, myself included.

I had never been to a farmers’ market before. I tried arugula for the first time, a piece pulled from a bunch by the grower as he explained the flavor difference. I hadn’t known before then that different lettuce greens had different flavors, that it was more than just the texture and shape. I tried pesto, which delighted me. Goat cheese. I got three full pounds of strawberries for two dollars, since they were closing soon and the old man selling the berries got a kick out of me.

Anyway. It was like, you have a decent life. Not great but decent! The things that are life changing for me, for us… you already have.

The ten dollars at the grocery store made the difference between a meal of broken-noodles-with-some-half-horrible-pantry-scraps and a meal. It kept me full and healthy! And the additional farmers’ market voucher was world changing for me.

The democrat who worked for those things barely got them through. And it was means tested to hell and back. They weren’t able to get everything they wanted. But what they got made such a huge difference for me, for people like me.

[phantasieandmirare]

Don’t mind me, just casually borrowing my sister’s new laptop to install Ublock Origin and Malwarebytes Browser Guard like it’s an emergency because it goddamn is

[vamptastic]

actually insane that recreational marijuana isn't legal here because a. everybody smokes regardless and b. it's fucking florida, if there's a conservative state where tons of people are guaranteed to smoke weed it's this one.