#but this was just too funny I couldn’t contain myself

[bearlytolerant]

“Okay, stop.” You hold both hands out. “Why are you trying to set me up with him?” You gasp, “Oh, my god–is he your brother?” 

“Wow, time flies by so fast!” Qimir exclaims dramatically, quickly getting up from his stool and practically tripping on his own feet. “It’s getting late, and I’m gonna head to bed. Good night!” 

Bahahah okay their banter is excellent but I’m sobbing at this 🤣🤣🤣🤣

“Uh, I… You want me to kiss him?” he asks in confusion. 

Please he’s SO FUNNY 🤣

And then the shift and the “took you long enough” this man makes me ping pong around the room I swearrrrr.

He’s everything.

obvious

✩‌ merchant!qimir x acolyte!reader | fluff | angst | humor | 2.3k

SUMMARY | during an evening of drinking with qimir, he strangely asks if you've ever thought about dating your master.

WARNINGS | kissing, drinking, implications of a spicy time post-story

RATING | teen+

NOTES | again this is probably outside of canon but all i can say is ilq (i love qimir)

///

In the lower level of Qimir’s newest target of a store invasion, several drunken bottles of alcohol and used shot glasses clutter the front counter. You sit across from him on a high stool, as if you were a customer to his bartending. 

Which wasn’t quite far off, since he was the one who poured and bought everything for you tonight. Qimir had called for a celebration; you had successfully raided a small village nearby, seizing all valuable goods and leaving no witnesses behind. You did it for yourself, but also for your anonymous master–the same one Qimir serves. 

While you are your master’s dedicated pupil, Qimir’s tasked with being your resourceful guide. He follows you across the galaxy, always having anything you need at your disposal and knowing where to go, who to find, and how to concoct everything from anything.

Sure, he may be clumsy and occasionally overly inquisitive, but you’ve grown to like him. 

So much that you're retelling the time when a female Gungan tried to fight you in a cantina on Tatooine.

“And so, it turned out they thought I was the one who stole her ex-boyfriend, but it was the human at the table next to mine!”

Qimir breaks into a smile and nearly spits out the lomin ale in his mouth. After a fit of coughing and swallowing his drink, he shakes his head fondly. He seems truly amused and fully relaxed, though perhaps mostly due to the alcohol.

A few beats pass. It's a comfortable silence at first. 

But then he starts playing with the stem of his bottle, and the air slowly begins to shift. It shifts entirely when he asks the next question–

“Why aren't you like this around him?” 

Him referring to your shared master. 

The mixture of spicebrew, lomin ale, Corellian wine, and whatever else you had has lowered your filter completely. You answer frankly, folding out your fingers to list the reasons. 

“Firstly, he needs to get me drunk. Secondly, he’s not you, Qimir. And third, disregarding everything I just said: how do you know I'm not?”

“Am I wrong?” he presses, his eyes fixed on you as he raises an eyebrow and takes another swig of his drink.

“I mean, if he eventually shows his face to me, maybe I could. But until then…” 

Nonchalantly, you lift a shoulder and down the rest of what’s in your cup. After finishing, you lean back onto the counter, resting your chin in your upturned palm, and wait for him to fill your cup again. 

And so he does, but Qimir becomes uncharacteristically pensive. Eyes focused on serving you, rather than on you. After pouring your drink, his playfulness with the bottle turns into a tight-fisted grip. Maybe drunk Qimir was more somber. Quiet.

“Maybe…” His voice drops to a lower, deeper register than you’re used to, his eyes avoiding yours as his mouth tightens. An index finger rhythmically taps against his bottle, like a dooming countdown. “Maybe he’s not sure if you’re loyal enough to see his face.” 

The sudden slamming of your cup against the counter breaks his demeanor, and he’s back to being his usual, easily-startled self. 

“Well, that frustrates the shit out of me because I respect him!” you cry, almost yelling at him. 

Qimir’s gaze sharpens, giving you his entire attention, and you stare back resolutely. Readying yourself, as if confiding in him might reach your master’s ears, wherever he may be. Hell, he probably was listening with a device somewhere on Qimir, on you, or within the store.  

“I obey him. I've killed for him. I’d do anything for him,” your voice slightly wavers, but you push on. “I am literally devoted to him with every breath in my body.” 

There’s a sting in your eyes, but you refuse to let yourself show weakness, even if it’s just Qimir in front of you. Bringing the cup to your mouth, you let the burn scald your throat, drowning any trace of sadness or frustration. 

You chug for some time. After a while, Qimir lifts a hand, but you abruptly stop drinking and interject with a tired chuckle and small smile; he awkwardly drops his hand. 

The serious moment passes swiftly with a twinkle in your eye. You silently thank the alcohol for that.

“Although, maybe that's half a lie.”

In the corner of your vision, you catch the intrigued quirk in Qimir’s eyebrow, along with a flicker of anger. Barely noticeable, but it’s there, and you wonder why he would be angry.

You waggle a finger. “Keep this between us, but”—you lean in closer and drop your voice to a whisper—“I'm probably more devoted to you than to him.”

You exchange a glance, and the expression on his face shifts from seriousness to amusement, the flicker of anger completely dissipated. He mirrors your earlier stance, resting his chin in his palm. 

“That's only because I help you all the time,” he says, granting you a soft smile that reaches his eyes. 

This is a rare moment from Qimir, so you try your best to commit it to memory. Remembering his warm glow, the crinkles around his eyes, and how close he is to you. So close that the hint of the alcohol in his breath brushes your face, but it’s not as strong as you thought it would be.

“Well, there's that…” you admit, nodding, and you break eye contact as you say–

“But you're also my friend, Qimir.”

You barely breathe the last few words out in a whisper, almost as if you were ashamed to say it. But you aren’t–worry merely runs rampant as you fear rejection or something of a similar shade, despite it being just a platonic confession. 

“I am?” 

His reaction causes you to peer back at him. He draws his head back with a tilt, and you’ve never seen him so puzzled before. There’s a brief pause as he gives it some thought, his eyebrows furrowing in contemplation.

Then, he nods his head and his lips curl into a crooked, almost cocky, grin. 

“Huh. I guess I am.”

You clutch your chest in jest and muster your best puppy-eyed frown. “Ouch, if I knew this relationship was that one-sided, I would’ve asked him for another one of his followers to replace you.” 

The glimmer in his eyes reads as good-natured, but the blatant flexing of his grip against the edge of the counter says otherwise. 

“You wouldn't.”   

You push back, jutting out your chin and getting close to him again with a flash of a smirk. 

“Oh, I absolutely would.”

You stare at each other, holding your ground. 

But then he breaks the little game when he slightly drags his lower lip between his teeth, followed by a fleeting glance towards your mouth.

Your breathing hitches. 

In an instant, the moment shatters when Qimir clears his throat and pulls back.  

“Do you…” Qimir begins hesitantly, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing a random spot on the counter. He inhales deeply, almost as if he’s steeling himself, then continues, “Have you ever thought you and him could be, like, something more?”

“You mean…” You squint, searching for the right words. “...have I ever thought about dating my master?” 

“Mm-hmm.” 

You raise an eyebrow and stare blankly at him. 

“You've met him, right? We’re talking about the same guy?”

Before he answers, he sips again from his bottle. You become entranced by Qimir’s Adam’s apple as it bobs with each glug. Maybe these thoughts were being filtered through beer goggles, but if Qimir wanted to know about your current ranked dating choices, he'd probably be at the top of your list. 

A soft pop sounds as his lips detach from it. The word kissable flashes through your mind. 

“I mean, I know he's not really the talkative type but–”

“But what if he's butt-ass ugly?” you blurt out in a screech, pressing your hands into your cheeks in your drunken state.

“He is not butt-ass ugly,” Qimir cuts in, more defensively than you expect. 

You drop your hands and chortle loudly, so much that it echoes throughout the store. In disbelief, you grin ear to ear. 

“I thought you said you haven't seen him before!” you say, holding out an arm. 

“I—I didn't. Haven't! I haven’t,” he stammers, raising a hand and shaking his head. He runs a hand through his disheveled hair. “But why must you assume he's ugly?”

You groan, shaking closed fists and tapping them to your forehead. “Why else wouldn’t he take off that stupid mask?” 

You glance up, seeing Qimir’s nostrils flare as he opens his mouth, but you quickly cut him off. 

“And why would I like him that way anyway? All he does is just bark orders and share wise, yet oddly cryptic, phrases.” 

“Hey, so do I,” Qimir retorts, flicking the tip of your nose with his finger. The force he uses makes your nose sting a bit, but you’re sure he didn’t mean to flick you that roughly. In response, you ruffle your nose petulantly. 

You could definitely get used to being like this with Qimir more often. 

“Yeah, but you’re not as cryptic,” you point out, “and he’d be lucky if he was half as handsome as you, Qimir.”

You lightly touch his arm, expecting him to bask in your compliment, but he catches you off guard with a chuckle instead. 

“Why are you laughing at my compliment?” you ask, somewhat hurt.

“I'm just enjoying your company, my”—he hesitates for a second, as if catching himself from saying something else, before meeting your gaze—“my friend.” 

The way he says friend hangs in the air, carrying an unspoken weight. He shakes his head, as if brushing off a thought, and laughs awkwardly. “I’ve gotta get used to that.”

Surprisingly, he continues to dwell on the subject of you and your master. “I mean, if you really think about it, the guy's probably lonely. Probably also likes you a lot more than he lets on and–”

“Okay, stop.” You hold both hands out. “Why are you trying to set me up with him?” You gasp, “Oh, my god–is he your brother?” 

“Wow, time flies by so fast!” Qimir exclaims dramatically, quickly getting up from his stool and practically tripping on his own feet. “It’s getting late, and I’m gonna head to bed. Good night!” 

In the blink of an eye, he’s already darting upstairs to his temporary bedroom. 

“Qimir, answer me!” you call out. “Is he a distant cousin? You must’ve seen him before if he’s related to you.” 

“Good night, my friend!” he hollers back.

“Qimir, get back here!”

“Sweet dreams! And drink some water before you go to bed!” 

Even in moments like these, Qimir still manages to have the final say, his words always laced with the utmost care for you.

///

A few hours go by, the moonlight shining strongly in the night sky. In the comfort of your makeshift bed nestled in one of the corners of the store, you toss and turn aimlessly. Your mind replays everything with Qimir from the last few hours.

And then realization hits you like a sack of duracrete bricks.

You bolt upright up from the bed and switch between muffling a scream in your pillow and smacking it against your face. 

How could you have been so blind to how obvious it all was?

Throwing aside your covers, you carefully and quietly tiptoe upstairs. 

At the top of the stairs, with the help of a few burning candles nearby, you peek at the sight of Qimir snoring softly on his side, arms flopped in different directions; it warms your heart.

You approach and take a seat on the empty side of his bed, summoning courage to gently trace the contours of his face, following the sharp lines of his jaw. He stirs awake moments later, turning to face you directly. 

“Hey, what’s up?” Qimir mumbles groggily. He rubs his eyes. “Everything all right?” 

“Qimir, can you pass a message onto my master?” you ask urgently. 

“Right now?” he groans in annoyance, sitting up. “Can't it wait until morning?” 

“No, I'm sure you can pass it on now. It’s a pretty simple message.” 

You lean in. It’s a quick kiss as your hand rests on his arm. It has to be quick, or else you might change your mind. 

Plush lips press against yours. It’s still and tense for a beat, and then he replies with a slight kiss back. He’s the one who breaks away first, but he leans his forehead against yours.

“Uh, I… You want me to kiss him?” he asks in confusion. 

You slide your hands to the nape of his neck.

“If you mean kissing yourself, then yes, Master.” 

Like flipping a switch, Qimir’s demeanor transforms into something entirely else. His presence intensifies, exuding confidence and strength you’re unused to. His eyes darken, locking onto yours with a gaze that can penetrate your soul. 

His rich, deep voice returns from before, now tinged with authority.

“Took you long enough, my acolyte.”  

This Qimir—your master—moves swiftly with urgency. His grip on your body is firm, almost possessive. His kisses are passionate, his tongue exploring your mouth with fervor. 

“Told you I'm not ‘butt-ass ugly,’” he mumbles, almost growling, between kisses. You giggle, but your giggle quickly turns into a moan as he presses his body firmly into yours.  

“And my mask isn’t stupid. I'll have you know it saved me so many–”

You silence your master with another kiss, focusing on the present and pushing aside debates that could be saved for later.

For now, all you want is to remain in the comfort of his bed, letting the night truly begin, marking the beginning of what your master and you have unknowingly long awaited for. 

[harfanfare]

Idia drabble, fluff, lots of couple banter

Your wishlist containing released games is empty.

In the next several minutes after saving a title to one, you can expect a notification that the game is getting downloaded, and a mere seconds after that—several messages from your boyfriend.

“thought u would never play it lol”

“weren't you supposed to be studying??”

He sends a meme degrading your hierarchy of values as if he were any better. It is followed by a request.

“stream it to me when you play it”

And you do, after thanking him yet chiding him for wasting too much money on you without a second thought. His reply was a string of emojis and guarantee that he is doing it all for himself, because “educating you on the topic of latest games is his duty” and he cares about “the boyfriend points”.

“I hope my love’o’meter for u was broken by all that pampering lmao”

“waiting for my cg to load up…”

[NAME]: “not enough affection points”

“damn”

“i need a walkthroughyt to this route”

Idia has you join a voice channel, with you sharing your screen. Playing a game in a separate dorm is a whole different experience than having him beside you, with his hands almost trembling to grab your controller if you couldn’t get past a certain level.

He would always wait for you to ask him for help, though. Then he could let the feeling of self-satisfaction sink in as he easily guided your character to another enemy to slash.

If he only has you on the voice chat, you might be able to finish the game almost fully by yourself.

You can hear the soft sound of his keyboard as he plays something as well. He divides his attention between you and his entertainment, and he throws in commentary to your playthrough, teasing you when you can’t find a secret key to the special gate, bullying you when you find the puzzles too hard, or when you pick the wrong dialogue option.

At some point, you might try to (playfully) mute his microphone, but you can only have eight seconds of silence before he hacks into the options.

“No need to be jealous of my gaming knowledge,” he exclaims, and you know he has that big stupid grin on his face. You huff, and he hums. “But if you want me to help, all you need to do is just ask.”

“I want to go through this game myself!”

“Okay, sure. But you know you have already missed the opportunity for the best ending, no?” He laughs. “That’s what you get for muting me, kitten.”

No need to spoil the ending just to get back at me, you’d love to say, but you learned that the shy boy who couldn’t hold your gaze several months ago is actually a big tease. You must’ve grown too much on him, as he would have continued the bickering even if you showed up in his room. No social anxiety towards you—that’s a bit of a shame, he was cute when you first started dating.

…Well, Idia you know now is a cutie as well, even if he can be very annoying sometimes.

“Enough. I’m going to play my otome games, bye.”

You log out, and shut the stream, chuckling all the time. A funny feeling tingled your heart, like always when you won (or have you?) in banter in Idia: your heart is warm enough to probably melt through the ribcage, but a subtle alarm rings in your head. Idia will probably take revenge for this.

He must already be in distress. He doesn’t like you playing otome games alone, as if you could have ever preferred a 2D boy over Idia. The thought makes you laugh.

You plop on your bed, unlocking your phone and tapping an icon of the name game you’ve installed. Although playing it with Idia would have been funnier, you are going to play him just out of spite.

…And after that, you will send him a wall of text about those handsome characters, because he needs to be updated on your current obsessions.

The title screen appears before everything crashes and the screen goes black. Several messages in neon-blue futuristic font colour appear one by one.

An error has occurred.

Caught exception:

Traceback (most recent call last):

File “characters”, line 46, in script

File “stats”, line 153, in script

File “story”, line 665, in script

File “achievements”, line 411, in log.1

File “backup_data”, line 139, in log

To continue:

“[Name]-san. Please come to our dorm. My brother is moping (so he won’t be finishing his project anytime soon, which is, really bad) and I would appreciate you having mercy on him.

Once you come, I will restore your data! It’s a promise :>

— ORTHO”

…Damn those Shrouds.

[bookwormjust]

Insufferable duo (established relationship with Azriel, an afternoon with the IC, pairing together to tease Cassian)

The afternoon sunlight poured through the large windows of the House of Wind, casting a golden glow over the room as the Inner Circle gathered for a rare, peaceful moment together. It had been a long time since everyone could relax like this—no crises, no wars, no missions. Just laughter, conversation, and a chance to unwind. You were curled up beside Azriel on one of the plush couches, his arm draped casually over your shoulders, while Feyre, Rhysand, and Mor were scattered around the room, chatting easily.

And then there was Cassian. Loud, larger-than-life, and completely unsuspecting.

It had started innocently enough. Cassian had been boasting—again—about his latest training victory over a group of younger Illyrians, recounting the way he’d completely demolished them in a sparring match. He puffed out his chest, grinning like a fool, while Azriel sat quietly beside you, his lips twitching with barely-contained amusement.

You nudged Azriel’s leg with your knee, giving him a mischievous look that he immediately mirrored. There was a certain kind of unspoken language between the two of you, a silent understanding that could only come from years of knowing each other’s rhythms and moods. And right now? You were both thinking the same thing.

Cassian was way too easy to mess with.

“So, Cassian,” you started innocently, leaning forward in your seat. “Let me get this straight. You’re telling us you took down all the Illyrians—by yourself? Without any help?”

Cassian grinned wider, his wings giving a little satisfied twitch. “That’s exactly what I’m telling you. They didn’t stand a chance.”

You shot Azriel a quick look, and he smirked, already catching on to where this was going. “That’s funny,” Azriel drawled, his voice calm but laced with mock seriousness. “Because if I recall, didn’t you trip over your own feet during the last training session? Ended up face-first in the mud.”

Cassian shot him a glare, but it was half-hearted. “That was one time.”

“One time?” you chimed in, feigning surprise. “Because I could have sworn I saw you do it twice. Wasn’t it twice, Az?”

Azriel nodded solemnly, playing along. “Definitely twice.”

Cassian crossed his arms, his lips twitching as if he were trying not to laugh. “I didn’t trip. The ground was uneven.”

You snorted, raising an eyebrow. “Uh-huh. Sure it was.”

At that, Rhysand chimed in from across the room, a lazy grin on his face as he leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying the show. “I think I remember seeing that too. Wasn’t there a really big splash when he fell? Feyre, do you remember?”

Feyre bit her lip to keep from laughing, nodding in agreement. “There was definitely a splash.”

Cassian threw up his hands. “Alright, alright! I didn’t trip—okay, maybe I did, but it was a fluke. That doesn’t change the fact that I still wiped the floor with those Illyrians. Which is more than I can say for Az over there, hiding in the shadows as usual.”

Azriel just gave Cassian a slow, dangerous smile—the kind that always sent a chill down your spine, but you knew this one was purely playful. “Hiding in the shadows gets the job done,” he said smoothly. “I don’t need to throw myself face-first into the dirt to prove anything.”

You couldn’t hold back the laugh that bubbled up, leaning into Azriel’s side. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure Az never ends up face-down in the mud. Unlike someone.”

Cassian groaned, throwing his head back against the couch. “You two are insufferable.”

You and Azriel exchanged a glance, both of you biting back grins. That one word—insufferable—was the green light for both of you to push it just a little further. With Cassian, that was always the fun part.

“Insufferable?” you repeated, feigning offense as you placed a hand over your heart. “Cass, I’m hurt. We’re just pointing out some... facts.”

Azriel leaned in closer to you, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “He’s really making this too easy.”

You stifled a giggle, leaning into the warmth of his body. “I know. It’s like he wants us to mess with him.”

Cassian narrowed his eyes, sensing the conspiracy between you two. “What are you whispering about? Don’t think I can’t hear you.”

Azriel shrugged, completely unfazed. “Just discussing how it’s a miracle you can still call yourself a General Commander, considering how often you manage to embarrass yourself in front of all the Illyrians.”

Cassian let out an exaggerated huff, standing up from the couch and dramatically stretching his wings. “You know what? I don’t have to sit here and take this abuse. I’m leaving.” He pointed at you and Azriel, trying to hold onto his glare but failing miserably as the corners of his mouth twitched. “You two are worse together than a pair of drunk faelings. I’m going to find someone who appreciates me.”

You leaned back into Azriel’s chest, wrapping your arms around your knees as you grinned up at Cassian. “Good luck with that.”

Cassian was halfway to the door when Mor chimed in from across the room, her voice sweet and innocent. “Cassian, don’t forget to watch your step. We wouldn’t want you to trip again.”

You couldn’t hold it back anymore—you burst out laughing, clutching your stomach as Cassian turned, a deeply betrayed look on his face. "YOU TOO, Mor?!”

She just winked at him, clearly loving every second of it.

Cassian shook his head, dramatically sighing as he looked between you and Azriel. “I hope you two are proud of yourselves,” he said, backing toward the door. “You’re absolute menaces.”

Azriel didn’t even bother hiding his smile as he squeezed your shoulder, his voice laced with dry amusement. “We are.”

Cassian groaned again, turning to leave, but before he could exit, Azriel called out in a mock-serious tone, “Careful on those steps outside, Cassian. Wouldn’t want you to take another tumble.”

The entire room erupted in laughter, and Cassian’s voice came faintly from the hallway as he shouted, “I hate you all!”

You turned to Azriel, unable to wipe the grin from your face. “We really are insufferable.”

Azriel’s gaze softened, his smile tugging at his lips as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Maybe. But only with you.”

You sighed happily, snuggling deeper into his side. “Lucky for you, I love it.”

“Lucky for me,” Azriel murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your arm. “I love it too.”

And so the teasing, the laughter, and the warmth of the afternoon continued, the bond between you and Azriel only deepening as you basked in the shared joy of simply being together—with the added bonus of getting to torment Cassian along the way.

[bellodazai]

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. - soup makes it all better

you groggily woke up to the doorbell ringing multiple times, and then a few knocks. you had woken up with a running nose which never stopped no matter how many times you blew your nose. only being able to breath through one nostril was a pain. the doorbell is rung again and more knocks as you walk towards the front door.

just as you get to the front door dazai opens it, in his right hand a bobby pin bent clearly used to pick the lock, and in his left hand he had a bag with unknown contents to you. He welcomed himself in with a “good morning sleeping beauty” said towards you with a charming smile as if to say don’t get mad at me for picking your lock.

dazai was wearing a different outfit from his usual work clothes, some blue jeans with a beige jumper thrown over his figure, his hair a mess as usual. he closed the door behind him dumping the bag on the coffee table and before you could protest about him staying away from you to not catch whatever sickness is festering away, he threw his arms around you, bringing your face to his chest.

“my poor poor sweet darling love is sick” he said swinging your body side and side. you never told him you were sick because you just woke up with the sickness. placing your hands on his chest you pull yourself back a bit, his arms still around you but your face away from his chest and looking up at his face, soft brown eyes that you adore looking down at you with a smile.

“number one” you said putting your index finger up in his face. “how did you know i was sick i only felt the symptoms today” you said sniffling badly needing a tissue right now. “ah my love, i can just tell from yesterday” he said tapping his temple with his index finger, as if it was obvious you were sick and that you should have known too. “your breathing was different more shallow than usual, your energy levels were done and your voice sounded a little more high pitched than usual as well as you were physically more exhausted than you normally are after a full nights sleep” he finished with a smile, looking at your confused and at the same time a little shocked reaction at how much he noticed about you and how he saw the changes you didn’t notice.

not responding to his deduction you then put up your second finger, your middle finger. “number two stay away from me i’m sick” you said pushing him with more force this time off you. “but my love” he whined his arms outstretched “i need you in my arms to heal you from your body being attacked from a horrendous disease.” he dramatised.

“you just want to get sick so you can get out of work” you accused pointing your finger at him, but your congested nose made you sound funny dazai couldn’t help but burst out into laughter at your attempt of being ‘threatening’ to him. “stop laughing” you whined which just made him continue his fit of laughter towards you.

“okok” he said catching his breath grabbing the bag he originally put down on the table. “i bought you some chicken soup, best thing for recovery” he said bringing out a container of soup m. “i erm well it was late at night so i tried to make the soup myself.” he said sounding unsure of himself because he had never cooked for you before let alone cook for himself as he didn’t have the best knowledge in cooking according to him.

“you made soup just for me?” you asked heart melting because he went out of his way late at night to buy the ingredients and make the soup himself and he came here early in the morning, when by this time he usually is still fast asleep or just in bed not bothered to get up and out. dazai had also never cooked for you before, now that you think about it you don’t think you’ve ever seeing him cook or step foot in a kitchen.

“yeah my love” he said walking to your kitchen and taking out the container of soup, grabbing a bowl pouring some of the soup in it. “thank you osamu” you said with a loud sneeze at the end. the aroma of the soup filled the apartment as dazai warmed it up, you could already anticipate the taste if it was a good as it smelt. “sit sit sit” dazai said bossily pushing you by your back to sit down at the table, grabbing a cushion from the lounge and placing it behind your back to make you feel more comfortable. the beeping of the microwave was heard from the kitchen and dazai ran off, moments late he appeared next you, steaming bowl of soup in hand as he placed it next you.

“spoon? please?” you asked holding out your hand for him to give you the spoon. he just looked at you shaking his head as if you asked the stupidest question. “how can i let my poor sick darling feed yourself” he said theatrically dipping the spoon in the soup and bending his head slightly to blow on the soup to cool it down slightly.

“here comes the choo choo train” he said bringing the spoon to your mouth. “choo choo” he said giggling slightly. “i’m-“ you tried to say but as soon as you opened your mouth dazai shoved the spoon in your mouth, the taste of the soup was delicious the flavour and reminded you of the soup you used to have all the time in your childhood when you were sick or when it was a cold winter night and there was delicious warm soup to make everything better.

you took the spoon out of your mouth placing it inside the bowl glaring at dazai for a moment. “i’m not a-“ but before you could say anything again dazai shoved another spoonful of soup in your mouth. “shh darling just keep eating the soup” he said patting your head with a smile.

he got another spoon of soup “heeeerreee comes the airplaneeee” he said in a singsong voice moving the spoon around before prodding it against your closed mouth. “cmon love open up” he said tapping the spoon against your lips. “i-“ and once again before you can say anything dazai shoved the spoon in your kith again a victorious smile adoring his face.

you hold the spoon and glare at him. “IM NOT A CHILD” you exasperated. “but you’re my sick baby and i have to feed my poor poor baby when you’re sick” he pouts. you sniffled nose twitching ready to sneeze, dazai swiftly already had a tissue in front of your face dangling it in the air waiting for you to grab the tissue. you grabbed it sneezing into the tissue loudly. "you know me too well osamu" you said blowing your nose. before dazai could spoon feed you again you grabbed the bowl drinking the rest of the soup by slurping it up, a satisfied sigh while you placed the bowl back on the table. The soup was one of the best you had ever tried, and the way that Dazai was looking at you for some sort of recognition in how the soup was made your heart swell.

"you should cook for me more often, this is delicious!" you said happliy to him with a smile. "really?" he asked quietly eyes focused on you. "you liked the soup? really?" he said sounding so unsure of your opinion on the food and wether is was the truth or not. as if he thought that you were just trying to not hurt his feelings because he seems like the type to be chaotic in the kitchen and would not even be able to make a piece of toast without burning down the kitchen or making a mess. "yeah!" you said enthusiastically. "can i have more pleaseee?" you asked hopefully holding out your bowl to him. "yeah let me get you more lovely" he said standing up with the bowl and going to the kitchen.

“time for you to rest now love” dazai said once you finished the delicious soup, making you stand up and bringing you to your bedroom to rest. “can’t have you getting worse” he said quietly while he tucked you into bed. "the soup'll make everything better" you say smiling at him. he always looked at you so endearingly like you were something that was rare to find, and in his mind that was exactly how it was. he had won over the best person he could ever be with and for that he was grateful and would look after you.

“ill look after you just like you look after me” he said quietly closing the bedroom light.

©bellodazai 2024 - dividers by @/benkeibear

i'm a bit sick right now so i thought id make a fic where dazai looks after you when you're sick hehe. I also hope none of you are sick right now and if you are here is dazai to look after you. ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ NOT proofread sorry for any mistakes or if anything doesn't make sense. this was also a LOT longer than i intended it to be so i hope you don't mind :) this took me 3 days to write hahah and im still sick </333

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Sebastian Vettel x RBDesignEngineer! Reader 18+.

Set in 2013 during the GP, Jennifer is fresh out of uni and has made a name for herself within the F1 world. She joins Redbull-Renault as one of their engineer designers and easily fits into the team, forming friendships easily. Most of all, she captures the attention of three time world champion, Sebastian Vettel.

Part 10- here’s the LINK for part 9. This chapter contains smut, mentions of oral sex, protected sex (seb is an Angel ok) Seb and Jen are getting rid of some of the tension they’ve felt for months. Jen lets a little secret slip to which Sebastian finds quite embarrassing… Seb is shy🥺🥺 but also in the next few chapters I wanna explore his dominant, cocky side. I feel like this isn’t my best work but 100% more Seb smut incoming… taglist: @rainerax @peachiicherries @jaypreshpresh @mccall-muffin

Seb’s hand landed on the back of my head, deepening the kiss with just as much want and need as I offered him. My hands rested on his shoulders, the grey Red Bull hoody ever so slightly bunching up in my fingers. When I went to fall back down off my tip toes, believing the kiss was over, Sebastian dipped down, pulling me back by the waist. Our fronts pressed together as he firmly held me in place, lips moving against mine. He was bending me backwards, yanking my hips into his. I purposefully pushed forwards, hoping to feel the hard of his cock.

The kiss was getting a little too sensual to be in the hallway of a hotel, so when a family walked past, we awkwardly stood there whilst he fumbled the key card out of my pocket, clearing his throat with a head hung low. I accidentally giggled, finding myself unable to stop the burst of laughter until he closed the door behind us.

“What’re you laughing at?” He snickered himself, playfully putting a palm over my mouth, the other wrapping over my shoulders to pull me in closer again. “Just… it was funny, you were so nervous.”

“I’m not nervous.” He smiled, dropping his palm down to my chin as he caressed a finger on my skin. “No I said you were, not you are. Unless you actually are.” I rambled as he sheepishly glanced side to side.

“Now you are just putting words in my mouth.” The German squeezed my cheeks slightly as I went to argue back, but he’d kissed me, cutting my words off short. I hummed out a quick laugh, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. The laughter soon faded when he’d purposefully pulled me closer, stepping slowly until my back hit the wall gently.

The kiss was intense, our tongues were moving against one another and I felt like I couldn’t get enough. My fists balled around his jumper, pulling him closer, and when I felt the hardness in his trousers press up against my abdomen a soft moan escaped my mouth, remembering exactly what he’d been doing to himself last night. Sebastian reacted by bucking them up slightly, and I gasped, breaking the kiss, “are you ok?” He asked as I nodded, smiling back as I held his gaze.

Sebastian smiled and dipped his head, kissing down my jaw and neck. I gasped out, the intensity of his kisses making me breathless as I replayed the sounds of his moans over and over again. “Seb.” I whimpered, fingers raking through his hair. He continued his kissing as my head dropped back in utter arousal against the wall he had me up against.

“Fuck… I heard you last night.” I managed out as Seb paused, standing up a little straighter as he watched me with almost horror in his eyes.

“I-I heard you, saying mine name, everything.” His cheeks immediately warmed as I continued speaking, not wanting him to feel ashamed. “You should've come in.” I pressed myself closer to him, hands falling to his crotch where I grazed my fingers over the button on his jeans. God knows why he was wearing them when he was hungover. I kissed the corner of his lips on my tip toes, his smile widening as he held his forehead. “I am so embarrassed.”

“No, no. Don’t be.” I paused my actions, holding onto the waist of his pants instead. Sebastian swallowed, scanning my eyes. “I thought the door was shut.” He awkwardly laughed, head dropping as I meant back against the wall, swinging on his waist band ever so slightly. My pussy was throbbing thinking about him touching himself for me, I wanted to hear those moans again, I needed it.

“I didn’t realise you heard.” He laughed again, stepping a little closer. “Fuck.” He cursed, rubbing at his eyes. “It’s fine, Seb. I just… couldn’t exactly concentrate on anything else this morning.” I swallowed, maintaining eye contact with him.

“Why?” He half smirked, watching down to me, a hand planting on the wall besides me. A small shyness took over me as I giggled. “Thinking about what I heard, obviously.” I glanced at him up and down as he stepped closer, kissing my forehead before meeting my lips once again.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” I hushed, Seb hummed gently against my mouth. “I liked it.” I hushed as he let out a soft groan, sliding his hand down from the wall, to the back of my neck to kiss me with a stronger need, practically moaning against my mouth. My fingers then fumbled to undo his button, feeling a relief when I slipped his jeans down, resting my hand right over where his cock began.

“I need you.” Seb practically growled, rolling his hips into my hand, he went to make a start on my shorts, but I’d already pulled his cock free, glancing down to see his large member, rock hard in my smaller hand. We both looked down at the same time, making eye contact and smiling gently before I began stroking him slowly.

“I need you, Seb.” My voice barely reached above a whisper, feeling slightly shy as I began pleasuring him. Sebastian’s eyes fluttered shut, head falling against the wall besides me, lips pressing to the top of my head as I felt my stomach fill with butterflies.

“Have me.” His voice cracked as I let out a closed mouth moan, falling down to my knees for him at the admission. I glanced up, watching him mesmerised with me, our eyes met and I licked his tip, watching his face contort in pleasure before I wrapped my mouth around his tip, taking him in in my mouth. I hadn’t sucked anybody’s dick in so long, especially not somebody I found this attractive. I suddenly felt under pressure so I just remembered to make him as wet as possible, eventually using my hand to jerk off part of his cock I couldn’t fit down my throat.

Sebastian was breathing heavily, groaning each time I took him as far back. I tried not to gag and choke, but he was big and my gag reflex wasn’t the best. I sucked him a little more firmly, feeling his hand wrap in my hair, resting on the back of my head as he groaned, swearing out as he rested against the wall, feeling the bob of my head. “Fuck, that feels so good. You’re so good.” He grunted out followed by the sexiest groan I had ever heard. My legs tightened, feeling the desperation growing in my pussy. “Put your hands down your pants, touch yourself.” His words had me moaning around his cock. Who knew he had such a dirty mouth? I followed his instructions, moaning as I sucked a little harder, his cock muffling any noise that escaped my lips.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Sebastian’s hips bucked out as I gagged slightly. “Sorry, sorry.” He gently took hold of my chin as I pulled off with a gasp. “Are you ok?” “I’m good.” I nodded with a smile, sucking his tip as he let out a closed mouth groan, brushing my hair tenderly out of my hair. “Fuck, you could make me cum so quick.” Sebastian spoke as I giggled, allowing him to hold my head still, just in front of his cock. He pulled me up, practically lifting me off the floor as my legs wrapped around his waist. “Oh my god.” I laughed as he offered me a shy smile before kissing me with a hunger I almost couldn’t keep up to.

Sebastian eased me back onto my feet, hand stuffing under my shorts and under my thongs. I could feel the slick of my wetness against his fingers. My breath hitched as he rubbed against my clit, over my hole and eventually sliding a finger in. Sebastian had the most fucking talented fingers, he had me moaning and gasping for air in no time.

I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter as he used his other hand to rub on my clit, kissing me desperately as I whined and whimpered in his mouth, my legs shaking furiously. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” I gasped out the words in shock. My hips were gyrating in the movement of Sebastian’s and he was flushed in the face, mouth agape as he brought me to my peak.

“Cum, cum for me.” Sebastian muttered as I felt myself letting go, hiding my face in his shoulder as I felt the tightness in my stomach explode. My legs turned weak and I was borderline trembling, holding onto his shoulders for support as he coerced me through my orgasm. Holy fuck, no man had ever made me finish so quickly in my life.

“Fuck.” I cursed as he let out a soft throaty groan, pulling out of me gently. “Let’s get these off.” He slowly tugged at the waist of my leggings, “wait!” My eyes fell on the curtains. “Can we- can we close the curtains first?” I didn’t need any harsh, direct sunlight on me, not when I was getting naked in front of Sebastian.

“Of course.” We shared another sweet kiss, before he pulled his boxers back on, but kicked free of his jeans. When he went to close the curtains, I sat on the edge of the bed, smiling shyly down to my waist. Sebastian was slow with his movements, running a hand down my thigh before tugging at the material, freeing me of both my underwear and leggings at once. “I want to taste you.” His words were barely a whisper, but I let out a soft moan in response, feeling the warm wet kiss of his lips over my thighs. Sebastian moved forwards, pushing my legs aside slightly as he began licking at my dripping pussy. I was sensitive. My head dropped back with a slight moan as he dove deeper in, pleasuring me gently as he groaned into my core. My hand fisted at the sheets, tightening my grip around the white fabric as though I’d rip it.

“Fuck me, Seb.” I whined, hips bucking up into his mouth. He hummed against my pussy, hands smoothing over my thighs as he remained pleasuring me for a few more moments before pulling up again. “You want to?” He double checked as I nodded, perching up slightly on my elbows.

“Yeah.” I agreed. “I need ah- a condom. Fuck.”

“You don’t have any?” I watched him half naked scurry towards his suitcase, rummaging through. “I do.” He pulled one out, sitting on the edge of the bed to roll it on. He seemed nervous, a little shy- it made me feel I was losing my virginity again. Maybe that was a weird thing to think.

Sebastian climbed on top of me after discarding his t shirt to the floor. We were both completely naked now and I swallowed nervously feeling him brushing the tip of his cock against my lips. I always preferred sex raw, it felt better, but I wasn’t complaining, especially when I felt the stretch of his cock filling inside of me.

I gasped gently, Sebastian paused, lifting his head. “Is that ok?”

“Yeah, it’s good.” I nodded. Hand holding onto his arms as he pushed himself up slightly, hands on either side of me as I hummed out a gently moan when he thrusted into me. “Let me know if you want to stop.” He muttered as I pulled him down into a kiss. “I will.” After that comment we moved into the love making, Seb fucking into me as he released all the pent up sexual tension that had existed between us before. The bed squeaked beneath us and our bodies grew hotter with the movements we shared.

When he was close to climax, his hand cupped my cheek, watching back to me with a pleasured expression that almost made me feel like I was dreaming. “Fuck.” He cursed, jaw tightening before abruptly opening again and a quick moan left his mouth. “Seb.” I cooed, lifting my hips slightly.

His head dropped down besides mine, lips pressing a lingering kiss to my cheek. “I wanted you for so long.” He dirty talked. In return, my legs spread wider and I pressed my hands into his lower hips, pulling him in harder.

“Harder, Seb.” I whispered. “If I go any harder, I’ll cum.” He warned.

“I want you to.” I moaned into his ear as he let out a satisfied groan at my words, catching me off guard with another kiss before fucking his hips into me harder, faster, there was more passion. Holy shit he was good.

As he reached his climax, I could feel the tremble of his tense arms, the way his legs wriggled slightly, chasing his orgasm. His breathing became heavier and his voice was clouded by grunts and slight moans I could tell he was holding back.

“Cum for me, Seb-” was all I managed out before he came crashing down, eyes screwing shut before his hips snapped and his body was thrown into an overwhelming orgasm. I don’t know how, or why, but Sebastian reaching his peak was so hot and overwhelming that I seemed to come crashing down after him.

“Fuck.” I cursed, head lolling to the side as my chest rose and fell quickly. Seb’s body crashed down on top of me, breathing eventually slowing down from his orgasm. I imagined what it would’ve felt like if he didn’t have a condom on, the feeling of being so irreplaceably full with him.

“Sebastian.” I hummed out a quiet moan, hand running down the back of his head, as I felt his hot breaths against the crook of my neck.

“Are you ok?” He gently cooed, chest flush to my own. “Yeah… are you?” I whispered as he pressed his lips to mine, hips rolling gently, barely even there, as he milked the last of our orgasms.

“Yeah.” He sexily sighed out. The two of us glanced down as he pulled out slightly, I grimaced a little at the feeling before he kissed me several more times.

As Sebastian was pulling the condom off and discarding of it, he began speaking again. “I could’ve… lasted longer, it’s just, you were really good.” My stomach knotted at his words, I smiled back to him.

“I like it, Seb. You were good.” I shyly pulled the covers over myself, sitting up. As I watched him, I was almost in disbelief that this had actually happened.

Only weeks prior we were ‘friends’ with an undeniable attraction, I never actually thought anything would happen between us. Looking back to when I was still with my ex, compared to now, I felt like my life had done a complete 360, and I was so excited to see what else Sebastian and I could get up to…

[strayrockette]

His Eyes on Me: Part Three

Masterlist/Part One-Part Two

Summary: The summer festival is in full swing, Natalie and Lacey try to encourage her to talk to Benny. She gets some practice later on in the day.

A/n: This chapter went through SOOOOO many drafts and edits. I'm so glad to get it out of my sight and excited to see your guys' response because yah girl over here could not STAWP gigglin'

The sound of our laughter echoed lightly around us, and the sweetness of vanilla ice cream melted on my tongue as I half-listened to Natalie and Lacey giving me what they called “The Benny Crash Course.”

It was their latest attempt to prepare me for any future run-ins with the guy who’d been on my mind a little too much since we’d met. Every day since our awkward first encounter, my thoughts had drifted back to his piercing blue eyes and the calm way he’d answered my question, like he had no problem just staring at me. It was disarming, to say the least.

"Next time you see him, talk to him," Natalie urged, her eyes serious but her lips twitching with a smirk. "Just be your normal, funny self. You’ll be fine."

I couldn’t help but snort into my ice cream, leaning forward and shrugging with exaggerated comical disbelief. “Or I could… you know… run away? Worked last time.”

Lacey burst out laughing, nearly spilling her own ice cream. “No, no! Talk. You will use words,” she teased, giving me a dramatic point with her spoon, her expression all mock seriousness.

I straightened up, tapping my chin thoughtfully as if considering something very serious. “Or…” I drawled, leaning back with a mischievous grin, “I could not talk to him. Save myself the embarrassment. That sounds pretty ideal.”

Both Natalie and Lacey stopped in their tracks, giving me the most synchronized deadpan expression I’d ever seen. “Absolutely not,” they said in perfect unison, their matching glares enough to make me crack up.

I sighed and playfully threw my hands up in surrender. “I don’t know, pretending he doesn’t exist seems like the best plan. Ignoring problems always works, right?”

Lacey shook her head, barely containing a smile. “Oh yeah, because pretending a tall, handsome guy who’s clearly into you isn’t real? Great strategy"

Natalie was a bit more direct. “You’re doing that thing again—acting like you’re not interested when we both know you’ve been thinking about him.”

I shot her a half-hearted glare but couldn’t hold back the smile tugging at my lips. They weren’t wrong, as much as I hated to admit it. “He makes me nervous"

“Sweet pea,” Lacey said, sidling up beside me and throwing an arm over my shoulder, “it’s okay to be nervous but trust me. The next time you see Benny, you’ll be fine. Just don’t run away like you did last time.”

Our conversation faded as we walked aound the park. Hopping around as we enjoyed the summer sun and the activities the festival offered. The park was alive with excitement—bright lights strung up along the trees, the sound of a live band playing upbeat tunes, and the sweet smell of cotton candy and caramel wafting through the air. The whole scene felt like something out of a postcard, the kind of night where you could forget about everything else and just get lost in the moment. Lacey and Natalie had wandered off to check out one of the game booths, and I had strayed from them, my eye on the cotton candy stand at the edge of the festival.

My stomach growling at the sight of the pink, fluffy treat. The line had dwindled, and as I stepped up, I fumbled around in my purse for some change. Of course, everything but money seemed to surface—lipstick, an old movie ticket, gum wrappers. I sighed in frustration, digging deeper as the vendor waited patiently. The music from the band drifted through the warm night air, and I could hear people laughing and enjoying the festival behind me.

Just as I found the coins I was searching for, someone slid in beside me. The movement was so casual, like they had been standing there all along, but it caught me off guard. Their chest brushed against the back of my shoulder, and I froze as the scent of cologne, leather, and cigarettes hit me all at once. It was familiar, intoxicating in a way that sent my heart into overdrive before I even looked up.

I knew who it was before I turned my head. Benny.

Benny didn’t say anything as I looked up at him, his expression unreadable, and cool. My brows furrowed slightly, caught off guard by the sight of him in a place like this. He didn’t seem like the type to be at a festival—too rough around the edges, too… out of place in a crowd full of families and kids. I hadn’t expected a guy like him to show up somewhere so bright, so cheerful. He didn’t exactly blend into the backdrop of laughter and neon lights. He dropped coins into the vendor's hands.

My eyes flickered to the vendor, who was holding out the cotton candy I’d ordered. His hand was expectant, and I blinked, shaking myself out of my thoughts. With a quick smile, I mumbled a quiet, “Thanks,” to the vendor and grabbed the candy, stepping away as I tried to maneuver around Benny.

“Thanks for paying,” I added quietly, not daring to look up at him as I said it. My voice came out a little too soft, the words awkward and uncertain. Something about him made me feel disoriented like I couldn’t quite think straight when he was this close. I tried to draw some encouragement from Lacey's earlier words, you'll be fine, just don't run.

Without a word, Benny fell into step beside me, moving as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His hand settled gently on my lower back, a touch so casual, so familiar like it had always been there. My heart raced at the contact, a mix of confusion and nerves surging through me. Why was he even bothering? He didn’t know me—not really—but he sure acted like he did.

I could feel the warmth of his hand through the thin fabric of my dress, and it made it hard to focus on anything but the steady thrum of my pulse. I didn’t understand what he wanted—why he was even here, walking with me like we had some kind of history. It felt… strange. And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to pull away.

I stopped walking, turning slightly so I could glance up at him, my heart still pounding in my chest. “Why are you here?” I asked, the question slipping out before I could stop it. It wasn’t accusatory, just… curious. I couldn’t figure him out. Benny seemed like the kind of guy who belonged in smoky bars or speeding down empty highways, not standing beside me at a festival, surrounded by kids and balloons.

He looked down at me, his gaze steady, cool as ever, but he didn’t answer right away. The silence stretched out, the sounds of the festival fading into the background as we stood there, just the two of us, the world shrinking around us.

Finally, he spoke, his voice soft but tinged with amusement. “I could ask you the same thing.”

His words hung in the air, and I hesitated for a moment, the weight of his gaze making my stomach flutter. A small part of me wanted to retreat, to let the nerves win and shy away. But instead, I found myself pushing through, the edges of a playful smile tugging at my lips. You'll be fine...

“Well,” I said, my voice trying for cheeky but betraying a bit of my nerves, “I’m wondering what a big tough biker guy like you is doing at a festival. Not exactly your scene, right?”

The moment the words left my mouth, I felt a surge of both relief and anxiety. I’d said it—teasing him, pushing back a little, trying not to get lost in my nerves. But still, I couldn’t shake the rush of heat that crept up my neck, the way my heart thudded against my ribs as I waited for him to respond.

Benny’s lips twitched into the faintest hint of a smile, and his hand, still resting lightly on my back, pressed just a bit more firmly.

“Maybe I just like cotton candy,” he said, his voice low and teasing, that playful glint in his eyes making my heart skip a beat.

I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head. “No, try again,” I said, my nerves starting to fade as I tilted my head slightly, my eyes twinkling as I looked at him.

Benny’s smile widened, just a little, but enough to show me he was enjoying this just as much as I was. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping an octave, his breath warm against my ear as he spoke again. “No,” he repeated slowly, his eyes locked on mine. “I didn’t want you slipping through my fingers again.”

My breath hitched at his words, my heart racing, but the smile on my face didn’t falter. I bowed my head attempting to hide away from his eyes.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” Benny said, his voice low, teasing, but with an edge that made my heart flutter.

The words sent a jolt through me, my cheeks flushing a deep pink before I could even think of how to respond. I tried to play it off, brush it aside, but the warmth spreading across my face was undeniable. The familiar nervous energy surged inside me, and an embarrassed giggle slipped out before I could stop it. Instinctively, I raised a hand to cover my face, as if that would somehow hide how completely flustered I felt.

His gaze—intense, unwavering—was too much. Too close. The way his words lingered between us left my mind spinning and struggling to catch up. I let out a soft laugh, more to relieve the tension in my chest than anything, and spun on my heels, desperately trying to regain some semblance of composure.

But Benny wasn’t about to let me slip away that easily.

I heard his footsteps behind me—steady, deliberate, as if he knew there was no point in rushing. Within moments, his long strides caught up with mine effortlessly, and suddenly he was beside me again, walking in step with me like it was the most natural thing in the world. His presence was magnetic, pulling me in despite my best efforts to distance myself. The space between us felt heavy, charged with something unspoken but impossible to ignore.

“You’re runnin' away again?” he asked, amusement dancing in his voice.

I shook my head, laughing softly despite the fact that my heart was still racing in my chest. I glanced over at him, the teasing smile still lingering on my lips. “What? A tough guy like you can’t handle a good chase?” I raised an eyebrow, adjusting my grip on the cotton candy, trying to keep my voice steady despite the wild fluttering of butterflies in my stomach.

Benny’s smirk deepened, and his eyes glinted with that playful spark that always made me feel both nervous and excited at the same time. “Oh, I can handle it,” he said, his voice low, smooth, as he stepped a little closer. “But you’re not making it much of a chase.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel the warmth of his body brushing against mine as we walked. Our steps fell perfectly in sync.

I laughed again, there was something so intoxicating about the way he moved beside me, the way he spoke, the way he looked at me.

“Now that you mention it,” I said, tapping my chin thoughtfully, trying to regain some control over the situation, “I think it’s about time for me to run away again. Catch me later?”

I flashed him a playful smile, my heart still pounding as I looked up at him through my lashes. It was a half-joke, half-challenge, and I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks again.

Benny’s smirk widened, his eyes darkening with something that sent my heart racing even faster. “You can try,” he murmured, his voice soft but sure, his gaze locking onto mine with that quiet intensity that made it feel like time had slowed down.

I swallowed hard, my breath catching in my throat as his words settled over me. I glanced down at the cotton candy in my hand, suddenly hyperaware of everything—the warmth radiating off him, the way our steps still moved in perfect harmony, and the fact that, deep down, I didn’t want to run. Not really.

“So what?” I stopped, turning to face him fully, standing even closer now. My heart pounded in my chest, but I didn’t pull away. “You gonna follow me around all night”

Benny stepped closer, his chest nearly brushing against mine, his gaze never wavering. His hand hovered near my arm, not quite touching, but close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him. My breath hitched as his presence filled the small space between us.

“Maybe,” he said, his voice softer now, lower, the teasing lilt fading into something more serious, more deliberate. “If that’s what it takes to keep you from running.”

"You're serious" The weight of his words dawning on me. I laughed, "Why would you waste your time following me around?"

His lips curled into that familiar smirk, but it was softer this time, more genuine. “Who says it’s a waste of time?” he replied smoothly, his voice low and calm, like he had the whole thing figured out and was just waiting for me to catch on.

My heart was pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it. The air around us had shifted, pulling us closer together, and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like if I leaned in just a little more if I closed the distance between us. My eyes flickered to his lips for the briefest second before I caught myself, but not quickly enough.

Benny noticed. Of course, he noticed. His smirk softened into something more real, more genuine, and his gaze held mine, steady and unwavering. My face flushed again, and I glanced down at the cotton candy in my hand, trying to gather my thoughts.

“What if I said ‘please, don’t follow me?’” I asked, tilting my head and biting my lip, hoping he’d let me off the hook. But Benny just chuckled, a low, warm sound that vibrated through me, shaking his head as if the very idea was amusing.

I laughed nervously, looking away from him and back at the carnival lights, trying to find some relief from the tension building between us. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?” I muttered, shaking my head.

Benny just shrugged, effortlessly calm, like he had all the time in the world. “Maybe.”

“So what, you follow me all night,” I continued, turning back to him, still caught up in the strange, magnetic pull of this moment. “And then what? How does that end?” I asked, my voice soft, curious, but underneath, there was something else—a question I didn’t know how to fully ask.

He didn’t answer right away, silence thick with anticipation.

“Guess we’ll have to find out,” he finally said, his voice soft but firm, the promise of something more hidden in those words.

“No,” I said, my voice soft but steady, a smile curling at my lips as I shook my head. “Can we skip the whole following me around thing and just get to the point?”

For a split second, something shifted in Benny’s expression. Maybe it was surprise, or amusement, but it quickly faded into that calm, confident look he always wore. He stepped closer, and I held my breath, fighting the urge to run away.

His voice dropped, low and rough, like gravel under a boot. “Get to the point, huh?” His eyes flickered to my lips for just a beat before locking back onto mine, his gaze unwavering. “And what exactly do you think the point is, peach?”

The intensity of his stare, the unspoken implication behind his words, sent a rush through me that I wasn’t prepared for. My mind blanked, and for a second, I couldn’t think. His presence, his closeness, the way he was looking at me—it all felt like too much and not enough at the same time.

I glanced around, trying to gather my thoughts, the carnival lights blurring in my peripheral vision. My feet rocked slightly as I shifted my weight, searching for the words, for anything that wouldn’t make me seem completely out of my depth. But all I could do was feel the charge between us, my pulse racing in time with the chaos swirling in my chest.

“I don’t know,” I finally said, my voice breathy, my heart pounding harder as I looked back at him. A grin slowly spread across my lips, my pulse daring me to play along, to push back against the tension. “But I hope you can keep up.”

Before he could respond, I turned on my heel, my grin widening as I dashed into the crowd, slipping through the throngs of people. The sound of carnival games and laughter swirled around me as I moved, my adrenaline spiking with every step. I didn’t dare look back, but I could feel the heat of his gaze on me, feel the thrill of whether or not he’d follow.

A part of me hoped he would.

As I weaved through the crowd, the lights flickering overhead, I could feel my heart still pounding, a rush of excitement buzzing through my veins.

-

“YOU RAN AWAY AGAIN!” Lacey screeched, her voice echoing through the living room. I shrunk deeper into the couch, my cheeks burning as I fidgeted with my fingers, trying to suppress a giggle.

“…maybe,” I muttered, unable to keep the smile from spreading. But the memory of darting away from Benny had me both embarrassed and oddly excited.

“This is no laughing matter!” Lacey was losing it now, pacing in front of me like a storm about to break. “YOU LITERALLY HAD HIM RIGHT THERE, AND YOU RAN!”

Natalie, far less dramatic, swung her feet lazily in the air as she lay on the floor flipping through a magazine. Without even glancing up, she smirked and said, “I bet he’ll tie you down next time he sees you.”

I bit my lip, my stomach doing a flip at the thought. “That’s not... no, he wouldn’t,” I protested, but the way my pulse quickened at the idea told a different story.

Lacey stopped pacing long enough to level me with an incredulous look. “Oh, he absolutely would. After the stunt you pulled? I don’t think he’s going to let you slip away so easily next time.”

I hugged a pillow to my chest, my mind racing back to the way Benny had looked at me, the way he’d closed the space between us with just a look, how he was right there, and I still ran. “I panicked,” I mumbled, more to myself than to them.

“You panicked?” Lacey threw her hands up. “Girl, if he had looked at me like that, I’d have thanked him.”

Natalie chuckled from her spot on the floor. “I think you liked running. Adds to the chase.” She shot me a knowing look, and I sank further into the couch, burying my face in the pillow.

Maybe she was right.

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[makeyoumine69]

Hi! For the 2k followers celebration: Daddy kink, non con, rough sex. Pet name Sugarplum, thank you! <3

Watch Me Burn

— PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

— SUMMARY: Patrick waited for so long to get his hands on you, and now that you’re finally his, he'll make sure to fulfill all his fantasies, whether you like it or not.

— CONTAINS: Non-con smut, oral sex (Patrick receiving), unprotected p in v sex, Daddy kink, degradation, manhandling, pet names, dirty talk, humiliation, choking, hair pulling, biting, spanking.

— WORDS: 1.5k

— A/N:Thank you so much for your request! It was such a pleasure to write this, so don't mind the length, I just couldn't stop myself, but I hope you like it!

— LINKS: [MASTERLIST] [buy me a coffee]💓

Anger and despair were eating you from the inside out and that feeling was almost scorching — you could feel the searing pain piercing through every pitch of your trembling body. Naked and embarrassed, you were resting on Bateman’s king sized bed. Even though you were not tied up, you didn’t make any attempts to run away, considering you knew you wouldn’t have a chance to escape him.

Playfully humming to himself, Patrick was setting up the camera, he was fully stripped too, however you were doing your best to avoid looking at him — the way his toned muscles were lilting each time he made a move, and not to mention his fully erected cock, bobbing up and down with the bead of the pre-cum on top of his blushing tip.

“What is this sad face?” He suddenly asked after checking if you were on the full screen for the camera. “Not funny anymore, Sugarplum?” 

When you didn’t reply, Patrick got closer to the bed and beckoned you to its edge — and this time you couldn’t just ignore him. Tentatively, you moved to the place he wanted you to, his cock twitching from the sight of your exposed body, plus the way it was shaking was giving him a special sort of satisfaction.

With a devilish smirk, Bateman grabbed your chin possessively, forcing you to look at him while he briefly stroked himself. “C’mon, baby. Give it a taste.”

With your eyes already wet again, you got closer to him and wrapped your shaking hand around the base of his dick. When you opened your mouth, you thought you were ready to endure all the things which this night would bring you, but at the very last moment, you closed your eyes and pleaded: “No, I can’t! I can’t do it,” you tried to return to your previous place but his dead grip on your throat didn’t allow you to do it. “Patrick! NO! Please, d-don’t make me do this!”

As soon as you saw his large palm getting closer to your face, you flinched, knowing that he would slap you, but instead, he just slipped his thumb inside your mouth.

“I can’t believe you didn’t take me seriously when I said you would be mine,” Patrick hissed and kept jacking himself off in a steady pace, pushing his finger deeper inside your mouth. “Not a pleasant feeling, huh?” He chuckled arrogantly at your pitiful lowing. “You will get used to it, I promise.”

Everything started to happen so fast, your little mind didn’t have a chance to follow and your head was spinning as if it were hit with a hammer. Growling, Bateman stuffed your mouth with his throbbing cock, pushing it almost till the base and squeezing your nostrils tight, asphyxiating you and ignoring the way you were desperately clawing at his hands.

“If I find any scratches on my skin, I will rip off your fucking nails!” He scoffed and yanked you by the hair. “DO YOU HEAR ME?”

Annoyed, Patrick pulled out from your mouth and you used this moment to inhale deeply, not even thinking about the string of saliva mixed with his pre-cum running down your chin. 

“Yes…"

Bateman growled in return and shook you several times.

“Yes, who?” He spat his words into your dull face, squashing your cheeks.

“Yes, Daddy!” You dared to stare into his eyes, although you regretted it almost instantly, as they seemed to be brighter than the Sun and it was too much to look into them.

“You better not test me, Sugarplum.” Patrick crooned in a sweet voice, sliding his leaking dick along your swollen lips before he gave them several slaps. “Actually, I don’t want to hurt you,” he matched his words with a light stroke on your cheek, but the next second he pushed himself inside your mouth once again. “I was thinking about having you for too long… I was imagining how warm your mouth would be,” he almost moaned with his eyes closed as he began to rock his hips against your face. “Fuck, it feels even better than I thought.”

Never in your life have you felt yourself more vulnerable than now and with each passing moment it was getting worse — his obsession about you became your darkest curse.

When Bateman got bored with you giving him head, he easily manhandled you to get on all fours while he was setting himself behind you, so now you both were facing the camera and the mirror on the opposite side of the room. That damn mirror made you close your eyes to avoid seeing that pitiful sight, but once you felt his red tip prodding against your shamefully moist opening, you couldn’t help but turn around to face him — your scared gaze met his lustful one and for a moment you thought you were going to black out.

“Mmmhm, w-wait!” You mewled the moment Patrick rammed inside your tight hole. “It… a-aaaww… it’s so big!”

Cramping the sheets, you could swear you felt each inch of his girth stretching your soft walls and that sensation was both painful and delightful — it made your eyes roll back into your head and lose attachment to reality.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” he husked and thrusted deeper, pushing on your back to bend you lower. “And so fucking wet, you like to be treated like that? Am I right, bitch?”

“N-no!” You whimpered as he gripped your neck and made you arch your back towards him, almost splitting you in half.

“You’re… mmmhm… you’re such a little pathetic liar!” Punctuating each word with a harsh, long stroke, Patrick sped up and forced you to look up at him. “I’ll make sure everyone knows how much of a slut you’re! Now, look at the fucking camera!”

Panting, he let go of you and spanked your ass hard, you could see several tears falling down on the sheets before you raised your watering eyes on the camera.

“How would your friends and family react to seeing you like that?” Bateman continued to taunt you, slamming into you relentlessly, so you could feel his heavy sac hitting your soaked pussy. “Do they know how nasty you are?”

“P-please stop! Stop saying things like that,” you cried out, wiggling in his grasp but Patrick only pushed on you harder and when he covered you from behind completely, you wailed so loud because the angle of penetration was too much to bear. “Please, Daddy! Please, ahhh—please don’t do that!”

“Do what?” He murmured into your ear, resting his hands beneath you, so now they were wrapped around your neck like tight ropes.

“Don’t… don’t show this to anyone, I beg you!” You hated yourself for sounding so miserable and broken, but just the thought of your friends or family watching you like this made you wanna sink through the ground.

His low snickering drowned in lewd sounds of your bodies slapping against each other, along with slick squelch your cunt made each time his throbbing cock slid inside and outside. 

“Argh, look at you! You’re so pathetic and ruined… and I like that.” He nipped at your neck and rolled his hips against your ass to push himself even deeper, his swollen tip roughly brushing against your cervix. “How far are you ready to go for it?” 

You swallowed your salty tears, clinging to the bed with all might you have to bear the hard pounding. “I… I’ll do everything… you want.” 

God, your words just ascended him right to heaven — the power he had over you was overwhelming — how long he was waiting for it, how long he was dreaming about you saying this. Now, he was going to make you pay for each time you denied him, so you would remember how weak and defenseless you were against him.

Leisurely, he backed into his previous position, his pulsating dick slided out from your abused pussy and that gave you a brief moment to catch your breath.

“(Y/n), my dear (y/n),” he repeated your name like a mantra as if he was trying to hypnotize you. “Show Daddy how obedient you can be.”

Shaking, you got on your knees and turned in his direction to see him biting his lower lip and the next moment you cut the distance between you two to kiss him as hard as you could. When you heard him moaning against your mouth you looped your arms around his broad shoulders, and though you did it to save your reputation, you couldn't deny the fact how utterly handsome this man was. And maybe if you two met under other circumstances, you could really fall for him, but now the only thing that had left for you to do was fuck yourself on his beefy shaft and hoping that he would destroy this cursed tape, so no one would ever see this. If only you could wipe your memory, if only you had listened to the warnings about Patrick Bateman, if only…

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and turn on notifications to know when I update!

[hatsunemiku-official]

ABOUT ME-KU

(+ FAQ / VOCALOID-OFFICIAL MASTERPOST)

hi! im miku and welcome to Internet! you can do lots of fun things here. like look at my blog! ok im gonna hand the mic over to the omnipotent being that watches my every move

thanks miku. here are some things to remember before you send an ask:

- I am not associated with crypton, sega, or the official miku twitter! im just a guy making funny post

- miku lives in a computer. i probably won’t answer anything referring to her doing things in the real world, since saying “I am in a computer what are you talking about” is only funny the first five times

- I use my askbox as a jumping off point for jokes! if I don’t answer your ask it’s not because I didn’t like it, I just probably couldn’t think of anything funny to respond with

- I love receiving art!!!!!!! please send me your miku art!!!!!!! you can even send me a link to your art posted on your own blog and I’ll reblog it so you still get the notes!!!! I LOVE ART!!!!!! (also the ai training toggle has been turned off for this blog so. you’re safe here.)

- there are some things you should speak to a mental health professional about ( ie “i just can’t go on” “my life is terrible” ect) and you should not send these things to hatsune miku. i understand and empathize with you but I cannot help you and it’s very upsetting to receive things like this !

- anything written in parentheses for the most part is an ooc comment from the person running this blog (that’s me!). I don’t like doing this very often though, so if you have a question that can only really be answered ooc then please ask it off anon so I can respond privately!

- please remember I am just one person and sometimes I make mistakes! im a pretty busy person and also disabled so sometimes things slip through the cracks when im low energy. I do my best though so please let me know if you think i’ve made a mistake and i’ll do my best to fix it :]

- sometimes I like to reblog miku art from other people! please be respectful in these artists notes. I know this is a silly jokes blog but these people have not necessarily signed up to be goofed at on their posts. please be kind and keep the clowning to a minimum on posts that aren’t made by me!

- no TERFS allowed. hatsune miku loves trans women

FAQ

Q: can I make a vocaloid-official blog too???

A: yes!!!! anybody can!! please let me know if you do so I can add you to the masterpost and interact with you! I would check the masterpost first though to make sure there hasn’t already been a blog made for that character :]

Q: do you also run [insert other vocaloid-official blog]?

A: no! I can barely think of funny things to say here do you really think I could manage being funny on two blogs at once. I am friends with the people who run the teto, luka and una blogs so if our posts seem coordinated it’s because I asked them really nicely

Q: who runs this account?

A: secret

Q: miku what’s your opinion on [insert queer identity]

A: I don’t like answering these because I don’t want to open myself up to shitty comments and I can’t think of anything funny to say that wouldn’t just sound like “ally twitch streamer smiling at the camera and saying trans rights”. this blog is run by a queer person and miku is whatever you want her to be, if that helps.

Q: i made a vocaloid-official blog! how do I get added to the masterpost?

A: adding people to the masterpost has gotten really overwhelming for me so I won’t be doing it anymore. sorry! feel free to still make a vocaloid-official blog and interact with me if you want, I just won’t be updating the masterpost anymore. the current list will stay up as it is as sort of like. a memento or something.

Q: you posted about something that I don’t understand!!! why!!!!!

A: sometimes i like to post about my personal interests that don’t really have anything to do with hatsune miku because i cannot contain the mental illness. you will see the occasional post about bands or video games you do not and will not ever give a shit about. sorry. I can’t stop it. it has to happen.

Q: do you know anything about PJSK???

A: no <3

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[daisynik7]

Saw that your requests are open and I've had a scenario on my mind that I think only your way of writing reader and Nanami would do justice to: Nanami and reader are cuddling, she's tad bit more clingy then usual, hands wandering, playing with his tie. Then she tells him she is craving a Danish and he gets more handsy, but then she pulls back and says "the pastry". Nanami is speechless before he hears her laughing, telling him she's joking (and he just can't her get away with that right?)

Pairing: husband!Nanami x f!reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

cw: smut – soft dom!Nanami, mutual masturbation, blowjob, cum-eating, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, PIV sex (missionary, mating press), multiple orgasms, Nanami uses every pet name in the book lol (princess, honey, love, sweetheart)

Author’s Note: Ahhhhh anon I’m absolutely honored you’d entrust me with this scenario because I LOVE IT. I really hope you like it!

It’s after dinner on a weeknight. Your husband, Nanami, too lazy to change out of his work attire, relaxes on the couch beside you, watching an episode of Jeopardy. “What is ‘The Grapes of Wrath’?” he answers, a smug look on his face when he gets it correct.

You roll your eyes playfully at him, nudging him. “Honey, you don’t have to answer in the form of a question, it’s just us here.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he comments, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. 

You cuddle closer to him, leaning against his chest, fiddling with his spotted tie. He continues to play the game with himself. “What is Denmark?”

This gives you a naughty idea. You get a little more handsy, toying with the buttons on his dress shirt. Nanami’s concentration breaks a bit, eyeing you with curiosity and intrigue as you brush your palm across his chest, thumb grazing his nipples through the fabric. 

“Speaking of Denmark,” you mention, mouth hot on his ear, “I’m really craving a Danish inside me right now.” 

This gets his complete attention. He raises a brow at you, smirking. “Oh?” Sliding his hand behind your neck, excited, he tugs you in for a kiss. Before your lips meet, you pause, pulling back slightly. “I meant the pastry,” you tease, with a sly grin. 

The look on his face is priceless. He blinks several times, unable to say anything, trying to comprehend this mean prank. You laugh, “Oh honey, I’m only kidding!” Cupping his cheek, you shift towards him, nuzzling your nose to his. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist.” You pout, begging for a kiss.

He doesn’t move, staring at you with a serious expression, jaw clenched. “You think this is funny?” he asks in low sinister voice, pressing his forehead to yours. “Look how excited you got me with your little joke.” He glances down at his lap, your gaze following, seeing the bulge protruding from beneath his slacks. 

You gulp, already salivating for your husband’s cock. “I said I was sorry,” you respond, batting your lashes at him, feigning innocence.

“Sorry is not going to cut it, sweetheart. I can’t let you get away with this so easily.” He shifts in his seat, erection growing harder and tighter in the confines of his trousers. You lean forward, hands sliding up his lap slowly until he stops you. “Ah, ah, ah. You don’t get to touch me after that stunt you pulled. You’re going to sit here and watch as I play with myself. Got it?”

You nod, pussy throbbing between your legs, staring at him as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, removing them completely. Clad only his briefs with a small smirk on his face, he shoves the waistband down, boner stiff against his abdomen, glistening with a bead of precum at the tip. He wraps his fist around the shaft, stroking it, pace gradually increasing as you squeeze your thighs together, desperate to feel any sort of friction. A whine escapes from within your throat, unable to contain your arousal any longer. “Kento, please.”

His breathing is labored, expression turning wilder with lust. “Please what, princess?”

“Please touch me.”

He huffs out a chuckle. “You can do it yourself, can’t you honey? I know you can.”

You don’t argue with him, accepting this little form of punishment. At this point, it almost feels like torture, the way he denies you. You slide your sweats off hastily, showing off the frilly heart-patterned underwear you decided to wear tonight, not expecting TV trivia to lead to this. He doesn’t let up, stroking himself faster while he watches you strip, piece by piece. Soon, you’re naked beside him, laid down on the couch, thighs splayed for the perfect view. His expression changes, a frenzied look on his face, biting his lip at the sight of your pussy shiny with slick. He’s amazed at how wet you already are without even touching yourself. He’s swallows his desire, resisting the urge to taste you just yet almost forgetting the reason why he’s doing this in the first place. It’s all part of his plan to teach you a lesson about pranking him. Or maybe an excuse to do something really nasty tonight. Either way, he’s going to draw this out for as long as possible. 

Without wasting another second, you reach for your clit, flicking it with your middle finger, dipping into your slippery cunt, then back again on your swollen bud. You let out a gravelly moan, your own touch not enough to satisfy your desires. He’s unraveling quickly at the show you’re putting on for him, mesmerized by each stroke. “You said you’re craving a Danish, right? Go ahead.” He releases his grip on himself, shifting forward to present his thick cock near your lips. “Put it in your mouth and swallow.”

Lips surrounding his tip, one hand on his shaft and the other at your arousal, you blow him, surprised when he comes after a few bobs. “Good girl,” he purrs, rocking his hips back and forth, filling you with his warm cum. You swallow loudly, resisting the gag reflex as it hits the back of your throat, still tapping your slick-coated fingers on your clit. Finally, he touches you, caressing your cheek, thumb wiping at the corner of your mouth where his cum leaks out. “Have you learned your lesson, princess?” 

Not ready for this to be over, you shake your head no, his dick still hard on your tongue. 

He smiles. “Yeah, I didn’t think so. Is that cunt wet enough for me, honey? Let me see.”

You pull off him, laying back on the couch to spread your legs. He bows his head towards you, tongue out, lapping at your needy clit. The sensation causes you to whimper, the pleasure radiating out through your limbs. He’s always relentless when he eats you out, but this time, he wants you squirming for him more so than usual. Have you twitching and spasming so that you’re seeing stars and your muscles are sore the next day. Lips puckered at your bud, he slurps and sucks on you, middle and ring fingers slipping into your entrance, curling at the tips. He spits on your clit, coating his frothy, thick saliva all over you. “You take it so well, honey. Getting so wet for me.”

“Fuck!” you yell out, arching your back. 

He hums into your skin, delighted in the way you clench his digits, indicating how close you are to your climax. “Give it to me, love. Don’t you fucking hold back.” He continues to stimulate you until your quaking for him, moaning and cursing through your orgasm. You can hear the wet squelch of his fingers pumping in and out of you, gathering every drop of your cum. Embarrassed, you turn your head to the side, facing the back cushion of the couch. 

“Don’t look away, sweetie. Watch me.” He tips your chin towards him, sliding his shiny fingers in his mouth, licking your slick off. “You did such a good job, getting this pussy wet for me. You think you deserve this cock now?”

You nod, unable to form a coherent thought, completely enraptured by him. 

“Use your words, honey. I want to hear you say it.”

With the back of your hand, you wipe away the drool from your chin, swallowing hard. “I want your cock, baby. Please.”

He looms over you, intensity in his expression. “Then apologize.”

You suddenly remember what got you here in the first place. That silly joke. You bite your lip, holding back your giggle to keep up the serious act. “I’m sorry, Kento. I’m so sorry.”

Satisfied, he growls, “You better be. Now take this fucking dick like the good slut you are.” He rubs his cock on your bud, sliding it up and down your pussy lips before guiding it slowly into your entrance. “Fuck,” he mutters, sucking in a breath when he bottoms out. “You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect.” He thrusts his hips, slowly at first, relishing the way you squeeze around him. Eventually, he slides his palms behind your thighs, positioning your body into a mating press, pounding into you fiercely. Sweat rolling down his forehead, cheeks flushed, gaze concentrated on your face with your lips parted and moans pouring out wantonly with each pump. 

He reaches his second orgasm like this, shooting his hot load deep inside you. Before his pulls out, he massages your clit with his thumb, begging you to come again, smearing his cum on you. You do, eyes glazed over, body overflowing with ecstasy, voice hoarse from your incessant whining. Nanami lies next to you on the couch, cupping your face and kissing you for the first time during this whole ordeal. You relax against him, his tongue swirling around yours, pulling you closer into a tender embrace. 

Eventually, the two of you, still in a daze, make your way to the bathroom, cleaning yourselves up and getting ready for bed. Both of you are cozy in your pajamas, bundled under the covers, Nanami spooning you from behind. You nestle into his arms, interlocking your fingers with his. “But can we actually get a Danish though?”

He laughs, kissing the back of your neck and snuggling closer to you. “Tomorrow morning, for breakfast. The only Danish you’re getting tonight is me.” 

[cherrysurf]

HIHIHI IRIS!!!! congrats on 200 bae!!! i’m so happy for u and u deserve the best!!!! for your event can i request a regular cup of cookies and cream with nuts on them!!!! i’d like iwaizumi as well heheh THANK U AND CONGRATS AGAIN!!!

All too well….

iwaizumi x f!reader

contains: second chances, secret relationships, angst, fluff, profanity, betrayals, insecurities, reader is younger by a year, happy ending. (based off all too well by taylor swift)

'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night

We're dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light

Down the stairs, I was there

I remember it all too well, yeah

And maybe we got lost in translation

Maybe I asked for too much

But maybe this thing was a masterpiece 'til you tore it all up

Running scared, I was there

I remember it all too well’

17 years old, junior year of highschool when you and your brother's best friend iwaizumi had a secret relationship because he deemed it the most drama free way to be happy. That year involved sneaking out in the lates of nights, passing notes in lockers too see during passing periods, unannounced hangouts, movie nights after hours, dates in public super early in the morning in a different city, unsuspecting group hangouts, volunteering to help with volleyball practice and all the above. You always wanted more; he always told you to wait. You waited until he cut it off after graduation due to him leaving abroad for the states.

“you’re a liar that’s all you’ve been, Iwaizumi, I wasted a year on you, you're pathetic.” you yelled your last words at him hitting his chest with tears streaming down your eyes, because even if you were saying one thing your heart meant another. “stay iwaizumi stay for me.” it screamed poetically out even though it was never going to be heard. “I'm sorry I'll come back for you.” is all he could say with that stupid stoic voice and face of his “no because how could you let it go on for so long if you were just gonna leave me” you scream at the top of your lungs, as you feel your heart beating a million miles per second. “I couldn’t stop myself from hurting you.” he said softly, almost embarrassed at his words. “well you did great fucking job. When and if you come back don’t look for me. I don’t ever want to see your face, I don’t care if you keep contact with my brother but make sure I'm never around to hear about it.” you say cleaning off your tears with your his sweatshirt, and walk off back to your house alone.

timeskip some years later..

Here you were sitting at your brother's dinner since he just recently proposed to his girlfriend of 3 years, you absolutely adored her. She was smart, funny and sweet everything he needed in his life. As you all sit there your brother announces “sorry guys were waiting on someone and then we can get started on the dinner” he mentioned before sitting back down. you wondered who could he possibly be waiting for, that's until you see. iwafuckingzumi. “holy fuck.” you murmured rolling your eyes wishing you could’ve got a stupid stomach bug to bail out of this dinner and of course unironically the only seat was available across from you. As he greeted your brother happily with tons of congratulations’ and I missed you bros from them he took his seat. His attention finally caught you as his eyes widen at the girl he saw before him “yn?” he asked to make sure he wasn’t just being delusional “iwaizumi.” you say stern, giving a small pathetic glance and looking away “how have you been?” he asked, still staring at you, you ignored him, you kept your word all those years ago. dinner went good or. as well as it could be besides from the annoying stare from the man across from you. As you walk out the door to leave you stopped by a sudden pull from your arm you turn to find him “let go.” you sternly say “yn please let’s just talk.” he says begging ‘how pathetic’ you think in your head rolling your eyes at the scene before you. “no i said never speak or come around me again, you’re lucky you got to break at least one of those rules. I'm not about to let you break the second one” you say pulling your arm away from the man “come on you seriously didn’t mean that?” he said “i did. Goodbye now, and I swear if you follow me one more time you’re really never gonna see me again.” you say “fine i’m sorry for what i did and how i left all those years ago. If you’re ever ready or willing to talk, I'm here.” he said as you walked off into your car. As per usual your mouth said one thing and your heart said another. You sat in your car crying reliving everything that happened all those years ago and the months and months it took you to recover from the betrayal and heartbreak from something that never existed to anyone but you two.

you sat there on a swing set feeling slightly reminiscent of those times at the beginning of your so called relationship with iwaizumi where you’d sneak off to meet and talk about life. I guess everything went full circle on you. “you showed.” a voice said, snapping you out of your mind “you came.” you shrugged, avoiding the rapid beating in your heart and the water that wanted to fall out of your eyes not just from the cold but from the pain. “I brought the sweater.” he said, handing it to you and taking a seat on the swing next to yours even though he was far too big for it now. “thanks.” you said putting on the sweater being engulfed by the warm sandalwood fragrance that made you close your eyes and slowly melt away for a sec until you're brought back to reality once more by that voice you knew all too well. “i’m going to get everything out and if you truly don’t ever want to speak to me again i’ll understand and somehow co exist with you at the wedding and stuff” he said looking down at the sandy pit, “okay go on i’m listening” you said facing him waiting to hear the truth. “I was immature and scared of a lot of challenges we’d have to face if we got together. I'm sorry I kept us a secret and you kept us like an oath. I feel like a total jerk, in college you're all I thought about. I kept replaying that night of me leaving you over and over again thinking about what I could've done to fix it. I’m not asking for total forgiveness but if you’ll have me back. I’m willing to be all yours, because no matter how much time has passed I only see you in my future.” he said looking at you, as tears come down from your eyes, you stand up and he follows all you could do was hug him, finally being able to feel like you could love breathe and feel once more now that he was here. He knew, he didn’t need to hear a single word to know what you meant this was all he could ask for after all these years.

a/n- i feel like im getting better at angst idk guys

[admirationandromantics]

Heavy Metal Lover

Like a reference to the Lady Gaga song! This is a Mike x reader story inspired by a request I got. Thank you again for sending requests, I love getting them!!! Reminding everyone that my blog is 18+ and this story contains mature themes such as alcohol and sexual mentions.

Word count: 1,1 k (Unedited!)

The music was getting louder, people were drunker as well as flirtier. I looked around, hoping to find some of the others. The place was crowded, people everywhere, not caring about those around them. The Washingtons sure know how to host a grand party. I manage to spot Chris and Ashley in the kitchen, talking and drinking. I almost feel bad while making my way over there to interrupt them, but the mood was boring where I was. And they both confessed their feelings months ago, making them easier to talk to, and make fun of. I make my way over through a labyrinth of people, occasionally having to shove them, but they don’t notice. They’re simply too drunk. Ashley is laughing at something Chris said, it probably wasn’t that fun, but they’re newly in love, I get it. 

When I first introduced myself to them, Chris was incredibly shy, but Ashley embraced me at once. She loved my outfits, constantly asking where I got something and how I planned them out. I had to thread carefully with Chris, as I had made the slight mistake of making a harsh bdsm-joke in the beginning of our friendship, and he was scared shitless that I was up to something. Luckily, we got past that. 

“What are we laughing at?” I ask, giving Ashley a slight punch in the arm. 

“Oh, just that scene in Endgame, you know” she starts, but bursts out laughing again. I look up at Chris expectantly, waiting for him to finish for her. 

“You know when spiderman is in space, and he meets Mantis” he snickers, before putting his fingers in front of his face in a theatrical manner to calm down and stop laughing. 

“And he freaks out like ‘please don’t put your eggs in me’”. He starts laughing, bending a bit over and I look over at Ashley, tears in the corner of her eyes. I take a seat on the counter next to her, leaning a bit in. 

“I won’t mind putting my eggs in you” I whisper, a fun tone to my voice. She bursts out laughing yet again. I get a serious look from Chris, not happy about me giving a funny-flirt-remark to his girlfriend. I stand down again, on my way to look for the others as well. 

“Don’t worry Chris, I would totally let you join” I smirk, winking at him. As I walk past him, I grab his waist with one of my hands, squeezing a bit and letting go in a fast manoeuvre. He shrieks, and I can turn back to look at them as I walk away. Chris incredibly flushed, and Ashley laying down flat on the counter, not being able to hold herself up during her chackling. 

I see Sam’s side, recognising her from her pleated red skirt, in the hallway and I go over. As I’m halfway there, I see the whole scene. She’s basically laying on top of Josh, lips plastered on each other, hands roaming a bit too much for being so public. I don’t think I want to interrupt them. Especially when I look down and Josh has quite a visible boner. He has no shame. Or he’s just drunk. 

“They’ve been going at it for about ten minutes” I hear a voice beside me. I turn, and Mike is standing there, his eyes a little too focused on them. 

“You look like you want to join them”

“Josh would match my freak, Sam couldn’t. At least not while she’s still a pacifist.” I look surprised at him. 

“Damn, enjoy getting manhandled that much?” I smile at him. 

“Who said I was the one who was manhandled?” he shoots back, winking at me. My face heats up, and I turn around putting the drink up to my face to hide the blush. 

“Did that do something to you?” he continues, slightly tilting his head to the side, still looking down at me. I match his gaze. 

“Hah, say Mike, are you trying to get me down those carpenter pants of yours?” You don’t have to try that hard”

“Oh really” 

“Let’s say I were to grab your collar, forcing you down on your knees and obey me” I stare intensely, lids a bit low for the extra flirty effect. 

“I would say yes ma’am”

“Yes you would” I respond, content with the ending of the conversation. But he isn’t done. He leans down to my level, grabbing hold of my silver necklace and whispering in my ear. 

“Or I would take you to one of these rooms and make you give me a good show”

As he finishes, he doesn’t move away, face close, thumb rubbing against my neck under the metal. His hot breath graces my skin, making me shiver a bit. I take a deep breath, not knowing how to respond. How do I respond to that? I always come up with good comebacks, even when drunk, but now… I slightly want him to do this. Take me into a room, letting me take off his clothes and sitting on top of him. I think so much I forget where I am. 

“I’ll be here all night, going to make sure Matt gets a taxi home and shit. Let me know”

With that, he walks away, joining a group of others I don’t know. As I’m continuing monitoring my breathing, Ashley and Chris come up to me. 

“Oh look-” Chris starts

“The mighty and scary one was finally beaten down”

“By none other than our previous class clown Michael Munroe” Ashley adds, giving me a nudge. 

“We were joking” I state, not knowing what to say. 

“Yeah right, I know he talks like that with people, but not the way he did with you” she says. I don’t know what to say. I look back at where Sam and Josh were, but they’re both gone. I make my way to the kitchen once again, this time with Chris and Ashley walking with me back to their places. The whole night I feel glances from the other side of the room. 

The clock is closing in to 3 am, and most people are starting to take their leave. I look over at Mike, meeting his eyes. I have to decide. I make my move, walking fastly over to him, closing the distance little by little. I grab hold of his collar, dragging him down to my level and kiss him. He immediately kisses back, hand going around my waist and grabbing my hair. Fuck, I’m going to fucking fuck this man.

[bodyswapguy]

One day I was out walking and found a beautiful amulet. I gaged it and saw how pristine and shiny it looked on the sun and immediately put it on, checking my reflection on a car’s window I smiled, “what a nice necklace” I continued my walk back home and walked into the house and saw my Dad working in his office, dressed in a suit doing a zoom call talking about numbers and goals a bunch of other business jargon. It’s funny though, When I looked at him talk I felt this sudden desire “I wish I could switch bodies with my Dad” I had a sudden curiosity about what it’d be like to be my Dad. How odd i never thought about him like that before i never really cared for his suits and business calls but just now, I felt this pulling desire as i looked at him sit with his back straight and his deep voice filling his office room, I looked at his aged and matured face and the salt and pepper hair “Wow, My dad is pretty handsome, I wish I had his face.” I muttered to myself and felt myself get hard. “What is going on” I thought but looked at my Dads feet in his dress socks, My dad has really big feet and watching his socked feet rub each other was sending sparks through me “man Dad has such big feet and those dress socks look so enticing, I wish I could have Dads big feet” I said under my breath and rubbing my bulge, I’m glad my dad was so focused on work because I had been staring at him for a while, I couldn’t pull my focus something about him and his body, his persona, I wanted it for myself and I couldn’t pull myself away. My Dad cleared his throat and it sounded so deep but then I saw him adjust himself “I wonder what it’d be like to have his cock as my own, I bet his cock feels nice in those dress pants” I shook my head “What the fuck?!” I blurted out, I had never thought about my dad in that way ever and suddenly i was filled with desire, not to fuck him but to be him and this urgency was igniting my lust. i kept rubbing my bulge as a i continued to imagine myself in my dads position right now but the most peculiar thing happened because while he was listening to the other man on the zoom call I saw him rubbing his crotch gently through the suit pants and he sat their completely unfazed. My Dad wrapped up his call rather quickly as the moment progressed and i felt myself locked in time staring at my dad, rubbing my crotch, and picturing myself with the salt and pepper hair, wearing that suit and needing those glasses for reading and working on the computer, it was all too much. i started cumming and then i fainted and i heard a thud.

When i woke up I was looking at a computer and i felt i was wearing glasses. I shifted around in the chair i was sitting in and looked at my hands and the suit and the long legs stretched before me and the big feet clad in black dress socks “oh my fucking God I’m in my Dads body!” I yelled in his voice it’s a good thing the zoom call was over because I couldn’t contain my excitement as I felt the big suit over my broad shoulders and the tight necktie wrapped tightly around my neck, I could feel the Over the Calf dress socks wrapped up against my long calves and I let my big socked feet rub each other and i felt sparks inside my new body and that sent shivers all over this larger body and straight to my new cock! i jumped in my seat it was sensory overload feeling everything new i looked at my large withered and aged hands but loved it, i raised my palms to my face and examined my fingers and the prints and how the grooves were different from my former hands, it was like a firework show was going off in my body and each time I explored a new aspect of this body My lust would grow and I could feel my cock rock hard in the suit pants I rubbed and moaned “oahhh fuhhck” i moaned heavily “i could get use to this” i basked in the deep voice escape my lips and felt the bigger adams apple move through my neck. i pulled the pants and underwear down and got a proper look at my new cock “fuck yes!!!” I shucked them and grasped my thick cock, i was feeling like the most powerful man on the planet I gave it a stroke and immediately wanted to cum it felt so good but i gave myself a moment to catch my breath basking in how much air this large body needs, i gave it another tug and felt my Dads personality slip in like every stroke was Integrating me with this new body, I immediately became hooked as I would feel this sense of familiarity with this body like memories were pouring in and quirks and traits were surfacing to the top as if i were downloading my dad and I couldn’t enjoy it more! I began to fill more and more integrated with this body and life it was like downloading my Dads identity into my consciousness i continued to stroke feeling my big balls tense then finally let out the load of a lifetime as i felt myself become reborn in the new body and life of a middle aged handsome dilf businessman

I gasped and laughed and caught my breath feeling so fucking glad i had irreversibly switched bodies with my Dad!

I cleaned myself up and picked up my former body and set him in bed, hopefully he doesn’t become aware of the switch, I noticed the amulet on my former neck and grabbed it off him and put it into my breast pocket “i have a feeling wearing that necklace did this” i looked at my new reflection as i went back to my dads office and looked at the wall mirror and gaged my new face. I wouldn’t have wanted this but something in this necklace made me think otherwise. My cock bounced again and I was getting reading to rub another one out when suddenly a call coming from the laptop came up and i immediately knew it was another meeting. i smiled to myself fixed myself up and winked, still just wearing a suit and dress socks with no pants. I sat down and answered the call and began speaking as my dad with complete ease and as i began to lead the meeting suddenly speaking about things i would have no way of knowing but now do as my Dad i began to wow my colleagues and they praised me, I sat there with my cock bouncing from the charade of being my father was going so smoothly, it got me so hard they were using my new name, I could definitely get used to this i tugged on my cock gently as i continued to listen to the other speakers in the meeting

[hugshughes]

exile D. Duke

Dylan Duke x ex!fem!reader JJ McCarthy x fem!reader (couldn’t help myself)

synopsis - when you and Dylan see each other for the first time after your breakup, and you have a new boyfriend doting on you, he’s upset. he finds a way to get you alone and interrogates you on how you could already move on from him.

wc - 2k

contains - UNEDITED!!! cursing, shouting, unrequited feelings, miscommunication, Dylan and reader are mean, asshole!Dylan a little (im sorry munchkin), no happy ending between Dylan and reader, happy ending between JJ and reader though ;), JJ McCarthy is reader’s new boyfriend (i did that for me), hypocrisy (?), flashback is in italics, as always lmk!!!!

an - this was probably the easiest and quickest for me to write so far, exile is a pretty short song lyrics wise and it just speaks to me. i love this one a lot, so i hope you do too! JJ McCarthy is just my fav boy so you know i jumped at the opportunity to have him in this. ummmmm yeah lmk how you like it! also yeah i know i skipped tlgad but that fic is slowlyyyyyyyy coming together, it’s just a littleeee more difficult. celebration masterlist

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i see you standing, honey. with his arms around your body. laughing but the joke’s not funny at all.

It was the first party of the school year. Dylan doesn’t know why he thought you wouldn’t be there, of course you would be. But he really didn’t think he’d walk through the fraternity house to see you standing in a circle in the kitchen, back pressed up against the starting quarterback, his arms around your waist.

When Mark looked over and saw what Dylan was staring at, he almost laughed. Not because he’s a bad friend or anything, just the look on Dylan’s face was laughable. He didn’t laugh though, he sighed and brought a heavy hand to pat his friend on the back, not saying anything.

Dylan’s eye could’ve twitched when he saw your head fall back on JJ’s shoulder, your laughter like honey in Dylan’s ears. How could you laugh like that? JJ hadn’t even said anything that funny, in Dylan’s opinion.

and it took you five whole minutes, to pack us up and leave me with it. holdin’ all this love out here in the hall.

Dylan was getting more agitated every time he saw you, because every time he saw you, JJ was on your tail, following you around like a lost puppy with hearts in his eyes.

He wondered how long you two had been a thing, if you had even waited two weeks before jumping to a new guy. He knew in a deep and closed off part of his heart you wouldn’t do that, he knew you probably hadn’t gotten together till late summer.

When you broke up with Dylan, he was blindsided. He was so surprised, he never saw it coming. He didn’t realize how much he’d been taking and not giving, and how drained you were becoming because of it.

i think i’ve seen this film before, and i didn’t like the ending. you’re not my homeland anymore. so what am i defending now? you were my town, now i’m in exile seeing you out. i think i’ve seen this film before.

He decided his night was ruined. He sat moping in the corner where his friends hunkered down at the party, gripping the glass bottle in his hand while his friends all tried to cheer him up.

“Dude, you can’t let her just being here with JJ get you all fucked up.”

He groaned, rolling his eyes at Ethan. He stood up pushing past them, storming off to the kitchen, searching for another beer. That’s when he came face to face with you, all alone, in an empty kitchen.

i can see you starin’ honey. like he’s just your understudy, like you’d get your knuckles bloody for me.

You noticed Dylan after you’d felt his eyes staring into the side of your head. Every where you went, he was there, staring daggers into you, into JJ. You’d met JJ in mid July, you’d both been vacationing at the same lake and knew of each other.

He was with his friends, while you were with your family. You were sitting at the dock while your parents and siblings were kayaking when JJ came up to you.

You heard a call of your name. You looked up from the book you were reading and saw someone you didn’t think you’d see for another two months, JJ McCarthy.

“Um, hi?”

You’d never really talked to him, maybe a hey in passing at a party but nothing more. You were mutuals on instagram but knew practically nothing about him.

“Hey, you remember me?”

You nodded, laughing at him. He started a conversation with you, sitting down next to you and asking about your summer. You’d talked for awhile, after about 25 minutes he asked if you wanted to come jet skiing with him and his friends. You were surprised, this guy that you’d never really talked to had taken such an interest in you out of nowhere.

You were reluctant but accepted his offer after he promised he wouldn’t let you get thrown off. You sat behind him on the jet ski and initially just gripped the straps on the back of his life jacket, but once the waves started getting rougher you wrapped your arms around him tightly, burying your head in his back.

After about an hour you went back in, you family had just finished up kayaking when JJ parked the jet ski.

“Um, I have a question, but I don’t know how you’ll react.”

Your brows furrowed, he seemed nervous for the first time in the two hours you’d spent with him. You nodded at him, telling him to go on.

“Are you uh, are you still with Duke?”

Your eyes widened as you inhaled sharply. You were quick to shake your head no.

“No! No um, no we broke up in April.”

He nodded, thinking for a beat.

“Then would it maybe be possible for me to get your number?”

And then you spent the rest of your summer getting to know JJ. Learning about his character and loving nature.

He asked you to be his girlfriend on August 11th, about a month after you’d initially given him your number, it was quick, but you’d felt like you’d known him forever.

Tonight JJ obviously noticed Dylan. He noticed the way Dylan stared at you all night. He found it amusing. JJ was clingy, very touchy, and sweet and you loved it. Since JJ saw Dylan, he decided to exaggerate his usual advances even more so. Kissing you frequently, always having his hands on you in some way, holding you against him, having you sit on his lap.

You went to the bathroom and on your way back almost knocked into none other than Dylan. You said hey courteously and it pissed Dylan off.

“Yeah hey, having fun with JJ?”

He said it in a sarcastic tone, exaggerating the word fun, like you were just with JJ for “fun” as in sex. You knew that was what Dylan was insinuating.

“Okay fuck you, you don’t get to say that.”

“I don’t? I don’t get to comment on the guy you got with after you dumped me?”

You were seeing red, you wouldn’t be surprised if steam was coming from your ears.

second, third, hundredth chance. balancin’ on breaking branches. those eyes add insult to injury.

“No, you don’t! And I didn’t dump you! I ended a relationship that had already fucking fallen apart!”

“What do you fucking mean?! ‘Fallen apart’? We were fine! We were good!”

“No, you were great Dylan! You were having an awesome time! I wasn’t! Everything I did was for you and I got nothing in return for it!”

Dylan stopped, staring at you. He never understood that you were not doing well at the end of your relationship, he was so happy, which must’ve meant you were too.

i think i’ve seen this film before, and i didn’t like the ending. i’m not your problem anymore, so who am i offending now? you were my crown, now i’m in exile, seein’ you out.

“What Dylan? What? You don’t get to just stare at me like that. Like- like you didn’t realize how fucking miserable I was.”

“I fucking made you miserable? You could’ve fucking mentioned that maybe!”

“You don’t get it! You didn’t make me miserable, I just fucking was! And you just didn’t know, you didn’t realize. Why the fuck do you even care anyway? We’ve been done for almost six months!”

Dylan maneuvered around you, grabbing another beer.

“Maybe ‘cause you broke up with me with no explanation! I still don’t fucking understand what your problem was!”

i think i’ve seen this film before, so i’m leaving out the side door. so step right out, there is no amount of crying i can do for you. all this time.

“Exactly! You didn’t fucking pay attention to me! You assumed that because you were happy that I was, and I wasn’t! I had so much shit happening to me and you never considered it!”

we always walked a very thin line you didn’t even hear me out (you didn’t even hear me out) you never gave a warning sign (i gave so many signs) all this time.

“You just shut me out out of no where! It wasn’t fucking fair to me!”

You and Dylan had never fought before the one that happened when you broke up with him, never. Now, you believe that it was because you two were never completely comfortable with each other. You felt like you had to be your best self for him, not your real self.

“I gave you so many indications that I wasn’t alright, that I needed you in a different way!”

“‘Indications?’ I can’t read your fucking mind, you should’ve just said something!”

i never learned to read your mind. (never learned to read my mind) i couldn’t turn things around. (you never turned things around) ‘cause you never gave a warning sign (i gave so many signs) so many signs, so many signs. you didn’t even see the signs.

“You know what? I’m not doing this shit, because, well I don’t have to anymore. Leave me alone Dylan, there’s nothing that anyone could do or say for us to be together again. We weren’t right for each other.”

And with that you stormed out of the kitchen seeking solace in JJ and your friends.

Dylan stood in the empty kitchen. Thinking over every word. He shouted out a curse word.

i think i’ve seen this film before, and i didn’t like the ending. you’re not my homeland anymore. so what am i defending now? you were my town, now i’m in exile seeing you out. i think i’ve seen this film before. so i’m leavin’ out the side door.

Dylan exited the fraternity, sitting down on the steps out of the back door. You and him had sat in that exact spot before, only then you two were snuggling, leaving lingering kisses on cheeks and foreheads, whispering sweet nothings.

JJ had immediately noticed your change in behavior when you came back and sat on his lap, grabbing his arm and wrapping it around you.

“What’s wrong gorgeous?” He whispered to you, knowing you wouldn’t want attentioned called to you.

“Ran into Dylan. Doesn’t matter though, don’t worry baby.” You murmured back to him, squeezing his hand, kissing his cheek.

“If you say so, but you know I’d beat him up for you if you asked.” You nodded and chuckled, he left a kiss on the top of your head, holding you tighter.

so step right out, there is no amount of crying i can do for you. all this time. we always walked a very thin line you didn’t even hear me out (you didn’t even hear me out) you never gave a warning sign (i gave so many signs) all this time. i never learned to read your mind. (never learned to read my mind) i couldn’t turn things around. (you never turned things around) ‘cause you never gave a warning sign (i gave so many signs) so many signs, so many signs. you didn’t even see the signs.

[puppyluvfics]

Recipe For Disaster | O.de/Oh Seungmin

O.de/Oh Seungmin | WC: 1.7k Genre: Smut Summary: nsfw alphabet game thing Warnings: Mild degradation? Exhibitionistm if you squint (don't have sex in public), oral (m!rec), and as always, f!reader Kinks: Hate sex A/N: Torturing myself by writing hate sex (or... just a blowjob ig) with the sweetest boy on this planet like am I insane?? (But also... bringing back the Seumi head pusher agenda amen)

“You want to kiss me so bad, it’s pathetic.” You all but spat at Seungmin. The two of you were currently at a house party being thrown by somebody who knew somebody… you knew how complicated it was. All you knew for sure was that you were there in an outfit that left very little to the imagination - a short skirt and a tube top, complimented by a pair of chunky heels. You had some sense for needing to stay standing - the chunkier the heel, the easier that was.

Seungmin was a friend of a friend of a friend… or something like that, but that did not mean he was your friend. Far from it, actually. Hate was a strong word, but there were moments that you looked at him and you felt… well, something close to it. And in this moment, as you looked at him while the two of you stood in line for the bathroom, there was that feeling again. A small burn in the pit of your stomach. God, his face was so stupid that it made your heart beat faster. 

He scoffed at your words. He, ever the smartest one of any of his friend groups, was elected the designated driver tonight. Unbeknownst to him, you were as well, but more by choice than obligation. 

“You’re drunk.” He commented, crossing his arms over his chest and rolling his eyes. 

“You’re annoying and you’re wrong.” You countered, a hint of arrogance in your tone. You took another sip out of the cup that had been in your hand all night, which, while matching everyone else’s around you, was not filled with liquor, but rather, Sprite with a splash of strawberry syrup.

“You’re a shit liar, (Y/N)” He said, reaching for your cup. You furrowed your brows at him, holding it up above your head so he couldn’t grab it.

“What would I gain from lying to you?” You said, almost offended that he… cared? Did he care enough to make sure you weren’t going to drink yourself into a blackout? No, surely he didn’t care about you, not at all. He hated you, you hated him, that’s what everyone knew. Well, again, maybe hate was too strong of a word, but he definitely wasn’t making any strides towards you loving him in this moment. 

His tall stature allowed him to easily grab the cup from where you held it above your head. He sniffed it, making a face of confusion, then a face of satisfaction before holding it above his own head, where you were sure to not be able to reach it. He had no reason to keep it from you, since you had been right - there was no alcohol in there, but he enjoyed watching you struggle to reach for it.

“You know, this much sugar isn’t good for you.” He said, a small smirk on his lips as he watched you claw at him to get your cup back.

“What do you care? Give it!” You said, tiptoeing, still unable to reach. His smirk only grew as he watched you struggle, almost finding it endearing. All of that ended within a matter of seconds, though. Your fingertips brushed the bottom of the cup just enough that it it tipped, spilling the sticky red liquid all over him. Your hands flew to your mouth, covering the little ‘o’ shape it was in that quickly dissolved into a fit of giggles. Seungmin, on the other hand, did not find it funny. At all. He was, however, thankful that the only people who saw the exchange were the other people standing around you waiting for the bathroom, all of whom were so wasted they wouldn’t even remember your faces. 

His eyes narrowed as he glared at you this time, but God, he meant it. He was irate. 

“You’re such a clumsy idiot sometimes.” He said, his teeth gritted. You tried to contain your giggles but you simply couldn’t. This was hilarious to you! He was finally on the receiving end of humiliation. Yet… there was a tiny feeling inside you, minuscule that felt sad at the way he looked at you.

“I’m sorry! But you did it to yourself, honestly!” You said through giggles. He continued to look at you, stone faced with anger. He tossed the now empty cup to the floor and grabbed your wrist tugging you with him. His grip wasn’t hard enough to hurt you, but firm enough that you would really have to fight to get away. Not that you wanted to, honestly. Call it morbid curiosity, or plain stupidity.

“Hey! That wasn’t very nice.” You said, referring to the discarded cup that now lay in the hallway, surely getting stepped on by other drunk people. 

“You’re not very nice.” He said, leading you out the front door and down the street. It was late (or early, depending on how you looked at it), so aside from the other cars that lined the street that belonged to other people at the party, there was no one. 

“I am an angel.” You corrected, a bit of cockiness in your voice. He scoffed, continuing to lead you, his grip loosening as a small signal that if you wanted to leave, you could.

“Angel my ass.” He said before stopping in front of his car. It was far away enough from the party that nobody could see the two of you unless you made a scene, though you weren’t sure you wanted to. Not yet. He pulled you in front of him, trapping you between him and the car. In the pale glow of the moonlight, you got your first good look at him as he stared you down. You were right. He had a stupid face. So stupid that you’d kiss him… as a joke. Right?

He broke the silence a few moments later. “Remember what you said earlier?”

“What?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows again. You had said a lot of things to a lot of people.

“About me looking pathetic.” Where was he going with this?

“Oh, yeah, that you want to kiss me so bad that it makes you look pathetic? Look, I was just-”

He cuts you off before you can finish. “You want to hook up with me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

You shake your head back in disbelief. I mean, yeah, he was right, the thought had crossed your mind when you saw him in a tank top or working out, but you didn’t think it was that serious.

“What are you talking about?” You say, trying to cover your ass, only metaphorically. 

“Don’t play coy, (Y/N), you heard me. Tell you what, if I admit I want to kiss you, you have to admit you want to hook up with me. I see how you look at me. Dirty girl.” Where did this come from? He was just as sober as you were. Still, his words made you wet… if he wanted to see a dirty girl, he surely would. 

“You want to kiss me?” You asked, more surprised than upset.

“You know, for someone so smart, you can be so goddamn dumb sometimes.” He mumbled before grabbing your face with his hands, bringing his face millimeters away from yours. Your breath wavered and your eyes shut. “Can I?” He asked, his lips ghosting over yours. You nodded ever so softly. That was all he needed. His lips crashed onto yours, his tongue finding its way into your mouth seconds thereafter. You kissed back, of course, with your hand fumbling behind you, looking for the door handle. He scoffed into the kiss, shoving your hand away and opening the door for you, letting you pull him into the backseat with you. 

“You can’t even open a car door.” He teased you, but there was no malice in his voice. Just pure teasing. 

“At least I fuck good.” You rolled your eyes, biting back. 

“That’s, grammatically, the worst thing I’ve ever heard come out your mouth.” He said, pinning your hands above your head as he kissed down your jawline and neck. 

“You’re hard and you’re correcting my grammar? God, you’re a loser.” You teased back, though it came out more like a moan as he nibbled on your collarbone.

“Shut up and do something good with your mouth for once, then.” He said, shifting so he was sitting. You took the hint, getting on your knees on the floor of the car, albeit incredibly cramped. His jeans pooled around his ankles as you got comfortable, and within moments, you were face to face with his cock. He was a lot bigger than you thought. You moved your hands up to pull your hair into a ponytail, but he swatted your hands away, doing it himself. You exhaled with a mix of amusement, disbelief and gratitude, moving so your hands planted firmly on his thighs as you took the head of his cock in your mouth. 

“Fuck…” He hissed as you hollowed your cheeks, starting to suck him off. Your saliva dripped down his shaft as you tried to take more of him, but he nearly hit the back of your throat as he bottomed out. So, you focused on taking what you could of him in your mouth, and jacking off what didn’t fit. The car quickly filled with the sounds of his moans, your hums around him, your gags and slurps. You felt your hair fall from his hands as he twitched in your mouth, his palm flattening on your head, pushing it down as he came in your mouth with a loud grunt of a moan. You pulled away when he was spent, swallowing his cum. 

You looked up at him, noticing his hair becoming sticky from the drink you had spilled on him earlier. “You should go home and shower, you look stupid.” You teased. This time, though, it felt different. Lighthearted and warm.

“Tough talk from a girl who still has my cum all over her dumb face.” He teased back smearing it from the corner of your mouth onto your cheek. Goddamn, you hated him. 

[ginxyy]

Under the stage lights

Going seventeen, jealousy and confessions

The first rays of the sun filtered through the sheer curtains in my small apartment, casting soft shadows that danced across my walls. I could hardly contain my excitement as I threw on my favorite outfit, a light pastel dress that seemed to emulate the gentle spring breeze outside. Today was special. Today I was going to see Seungkwan, my boyfriend of a few months, on the set of Going Seventeen.

As I arrived at the bustling studio, the air was thick with the heady mix of anticipation and excitement. My heart raced as I walked through the set, the laughter of the crew and the cheerful banter of the members filling my ears. I caught glimpses of Seungkwan amidst the chaos his radiant smile lit up the room, and it felt as if the world paused for just a moment when our eyes met. He was in his element, and a part of me swelled with pride, knowing I had a front-row seat to this brilliance.

I waved to him enthusiastically, but he was lost in conversation with Hoshi. I found myself drawn into the warmth of their camaraderie, yet I felt a peculiar flutter in my stomach, a mixture of happiness and something else. Seungkwan, with his boundless energy and charm, seemed to light up everyone’s world, and it wasn’t long before Hoshi, ever the playful spirit, ambled over to me with his characteristic grin.

"So, you liked the last episode? I know Seungkwan was phenomenal," Hoshi teased, winking at me in that way he always did. I could see that lighthearted mischief in his expression, but I brushed it off, too enthralled by Seungkwan's presence to analyze the sudden focus on me.

"Yeah, he was incredible! I can't believe how funny he can be," I replied, a smile creeping onto my face as I hugged my scarf closer around me.

As our conversation flowed effortlessly, I didn’t notice Seungkwan slipping into the dressing room until he returned a few moments later, now clad in a sharp suit that made his cheeks glow with youthful exuberance. But as he entered, my heart sank with realization. The dynamic shifted instantly it was as if a storm had rolled in and darkened the mood.

He zeroed in on Hoshi and me, entirely unaware of the warmth radiated between us friends laughing and sharing moments. But Seungkwan’s eyes grew dark with a hint of jealousy; protective instincts flared, and I swore I could see the wheels in his head turning with every flirty laugh exchanged between Hoshi and me.

"Hey, I need to grab some makeup for a touch-up," Seungkwan announced abruptly, his eyes narrowing just a bit. That possessiveness was inexplicably cute, and I couldn’t help but smile at his male ego in the face of such innocent conversation.

Afterwards, as he stormed away, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had instigated something I didn’t understand. Hoshi, still cheeky and relaxed, leaned closer, smirking. "I put on my best flirting face just for you, you know!" he claimed, his smile infectious.

But all I could focus on was Seungkwan's brooding form disappearing into the dressing room, brows furrowed, and a slight pout evident on his lips. I felt a sudden pang of concern for him, and that concern turned into a sense of mission.

Moments later, as Hoshi was whisked away for his makeup touch-up, I spotted Seungkwan leaning against the wall outside the room, arms crossed, trying to appear aloof but failing miserably. His eyes sparkled with insecurity, and I found myself crossing the distance between us swiftly.

"Seungkwan..." I started, my voice brimming with warmth. He glanced at me, his expression softening, and just like that, I felt the weight of all that had transpired lift slightly. "You look incredible in that suit. I’m so proud to be here."

His stern facade cracked, and a hint of a smile broke through. "Thanks...I just didn’t like Hoshi getting too close," he muttered. Gentle jealousy, I thought fondly.

With a teasing grin, I reached up, gently cupping his face. “Seungkwan, Hoshi is just like that. You know I’m here for you. Only you.” I hesitated, the gravity of the moment pulling us closer, our breaths mingling in the space between us. "I love you," I breathed, the words tumbling out, vibrant and true in the midst of my heart's drumbeat.

For a heartbeat, there was silence. Then his eyes widened, and a look of pure joy washed over his face. “You love me?” he asked, no longer a jealous boyfriend, but a boy full of hopeful surprise.

I nodded fervently, his happiness reflected in my own. “I love you,” I repeated, the tone serious yet laced with laughter. “You’re the one I want. Always.”

In an instant, he closed the distance between us, enveloping me in his arms, spinning me around in sheer exuberance. “Me too! I love you so much!” His voice rang out, melodic in the otherwise bustling chaos of the studio.

Our lips met for the first time, soft and tentative, then swelling into urgency as the world faded away. He kissed me repeatedly, as if to reassure himself of my presence, of my unyielding belief in us. Each kiss whispered promises, every caress melted away lingering doubts, and I was drowning in a sea of sweetness.

When he finally pulled away, his cheeks were flushed, happiness radiating off him, and I couldn’t help but giggle at his boyish excitement. “See? No reason to be jealous,” I teased lightly.

His gaze locked onto mine, deeply sincere. “I just can’t help it sometimes. You're amazing, and I’m just lucky to be here with you,” he replied, that familiar vulnerability creeping into his voice. I couldn’t find words, just replayed those beautiful moments in my mind, savoring the idea that love can be simple and complex all at once.

As the laughter of the crew faded into the background and the day evolved around us, I realized that I had never felt as alive, as accepted, and as loved as I did in that moment with Seungkwan. While the stage often shone bright lights and laughter, it was our shared secrets, our love that truly held the brilliance of life a performance I hoped would last forever.

[aydien677]

Southern Mc with a little Trauma

A/N: as someone who grew up in southern U.S. in a Christian home with their Grandparents and getting religious trauma just to have ended up Bi with pronouns, this is very self indulgent.

Warnings; slight mention of a bad home life and stereotyping

It was just a plain day in the HOL, except quieter until Lucifer started yelling at Mammon for the usual bullshit. Mc stayed silent but eventually couldn’t handle it. 

Mc in a heavily southern accent: “Listen hear you Motherfuckers! ain’t you got anything better to do than scream at each other like a damn banshee?!

Everyone paused and stared at Mc as they had never heard them use an accent before, they didn’t even know that Mc was southern

He had no clue you had an accent

The file he got only said where you currently lived, not where you grew up

He stops arguing with Mammon and doesn’t bring it up.

After dinner he calls you into his office to ask a few questions.

Lucifer: “Mc, can you please explain why you never use your accent?”

Mc: “W-well… umm”

Lucifer: “Mc”

Mc: “Well my grandmother always used a southern accent and I don’t want to associate myself with her. People also automatically assume that because I am south I am homophobic”

Lucifer: “Oh… well feel free to use around us Mc, we won’t judge you for having an accent”

Lucifer won’t bring it up again unless you bring it up

He knows Southerners can be extremely religious so he assumed it was that because for him it was like “yeah same” 

He doesn’t ask any questions about your life growing up and instead uses other sources (Barbatos) to look into it

He finds it amusing whenever you accidentally use southern terms such as “Skeeters” and “ternaders”

Oh my lord is this boy a himbo

His first reaction is to laugh

He thinks you just picked it up off of old westerns or movies 

Then he heard you use other southern terms 

It takes him a longgg time before he realizes unless Mc tells him outright

He actually gets the tea from Asmodeus first because Mc didn’t want to explain it to him since they knew Mammon would freak out

He freaks out and tried to get to Mc and would have if Lucifer didn’t clothespin him.

Mc doesn’t need to be overwhelmed by Mammon freaking out over them

Gets super excited when he first hears the accent

“OMG you sound like [inset character name] from [super long anime title]”

He won’t ask a lot of questions 

Mc may have done impressions for him before so he’ll ask you to sound like southern characters and maybe want you to do a few cosplays

He doesn’t ask if it’s your original accent or why you don’t use it because he’s too excited 

Hehe, Helluva Boss wrath ring

He will laugh his ass off because of how funny he finds “southern wrath”

He asks where Mc got the accent despite having a good guess

They mostly avoid the topic of their home life and just mention they grew up south

Satan doesn’t dig deeper despite having a feeling there was something more

He won’t bring it up again but still giggles when you do the accent or use southern terms

Asmodeus already knew about the reason Mc won’t use their accent thanks to Mc venting during spa sessions 

He may know why you don’t use it but he still gets horny every time

He wants this cowboy to ride him into the sunset

He’ll never actually bring it up unless Mc does first so his horny thoughts will stay thoughts

He does have to stop Mammon from bringing it up since it’s not a fun topic for Mc

He stays as understanding as possible while containing his horny

Doesn’t notice 

I don’t think he goes to the human realm often unless it’s to eat so he won’t really know a lot about Southern culture 

He assumes Mc either learned the accent somewhere or grew up with it

He doesn’t really question it but may ask a few questions about where Mc grew up

The questions are mostly food related

Also laughs at the accent

He couldn’t care less he just thinks it’s funny

Well, that is until he overheard Asmodeus talking to Mammon

He won’t ask questions but that won’t stop him from laughing his ass off

he won’t take anything you say seriously if it’s in the accent

He may also ask food questions so he can cook something for Beel