#i think said waiter was trying to flirt with me the whole time but as always i have my head face first into food

[azrail-emer]

Was still hungry after soup at Olive Garden, so I took the entire salad bowl.

The waiter gave me a look. 😭

(I think the couple next table watched me. 💀 I’m so sorry for ruining your date.)

-Azz

[moonsgemini]

dress - rafe cameron

summary: she’ll always wish she could enjoy the midsummer’s celebrations instead of working at it, but her secret moments with the kook prince make the bad tips worth it

warnings: rafe x pogue!reader, typical classist stuff but not from rafe, fluff, angst, mutual pining, alcohol, kissing

wc: 3.5k

an: this is based off of dress by taylor swift but my own interpretation of it I guess. If you guys want a pt. 2 with smut let me knoooow, I’m such a s!ut for rafe cameron pleaaaase

our secret moments in a crowded room, they got no idea about me and you

Midsummer was probably her least favorite day of summer. You’d think that being a bartender on the day that the whole figure eight came to the country club would bring in lots of tips right? Well wrong. During midsummer’s the drinks were complimentary and there was just a tip jar for cash tips. Kooks don’t usually carry around cash, or really tip for that matter. Also seeing all the kooks dressed in their pretty dresses and cute flower crowns made y/n go green with jealousy. She desperately wished she could attend as a guest and get to dress up and enjoy the food. Y/n would be dreading this shift if she didn’t have something to look forward to.

She had looked over herself in the mirror a million times, making sure her dress still looked as good on her as it did in the dressing room mirror yesterday. The tag was securely tucked into her side because she may have run up her credit card to be able to afford it so she had to return it after. Bartenders didn’t have as strict as a uniform as the waiters did. Her manager allowing them to wear black dresses for the night, and of course she was going to jump at the opportunity to wear something nicer than her boxy polo uniform and tennis skirt.

Her makeup and hair had been done to the best of her ability, without it seeming like she was trying too hard. Y/n would never admit to any of her friends or family that she was dressed up in order to impress a certain kook prince. The same kook prince she had spent months crushing on, and he never helped make the crush go away because he would shamelessly flirt with her every time he was at the country club. It was more like banter, she had a feeling he never really meant anything he said. But it felt so good to feel wanted.

When Rafe would see her around the outer banks he would smirk at her or give her a nod as to say hi. At parties sometimes he’d go up to her and make some small conversation. Teasing her about what drink she had or making sure that she didn’t give her number to that guy that was flirting with her. They’d be making conversation and she would take a step towards him wanting nothing more than to be wrapped in his arms and his scent. But then her friends would come and think they were saving her from the kook prince and pull her away, sending a glare Rafe’s way. She’s look back at him apologetically and he’d just give her a tight lipped smile and walk to the other side of the party.

Rafe really liked her, he liked making her laugh and smile. He wished he could make her quit her job and just come live with him, he’d take care of her. She’d never have to worry about bills or rent ever again. His friends always made fun of him for flirting with a pogue but he didn’t care. They’d say he was scraping the bottom of the barrel, that he had already gone through all the girls from figure eight so now he was entertaining a pogue. Rafe never let them get away with their jokes. He’d glare at them and punch them in the arm or kick them in the shin. He’d defend her honor saying she’s different and she’s a better friend than they’ll ever be.

All Rafe could do was think about her while he was getting ready. He knew she’d be there and he wanted to look extra nice. Tonight felt like the night he would actually ask her out. Y/n was a good listener, she was always there for him. At first he thought it was just because she was stuck behind the bar so she had to listen to him, but then he’d see her at parties and she still had that look in her eyes. That look that she was listening to him, actually listening to him. He felt like he was on a cloud with the way she looked at him like he was the most important thing in the world.

When she arrived to the country club she started getting all her things ready, the guests would start arriving in a few minutes. Stocking up on scotch and the best wines, she knew those would be the popular drinks tonight. As she worked diligently her mind wandered to Rafe, like it always did.

She wondered if he’d be the same as always despite his family being here. She wanted nothing more than to spend the night with him, but not while she served him drinks. She wanted to dance with him and drink with him, and then go home together at the end of the night.

Guests had started arriving, her eyes looking out for the dirty blonde. She was so excited and a bit anxious to see him all dressed up, knowing he’d look extra handsome. An hour had passed and she still hadn’t seen him. The country club was now filled with kooks and her tip jar only filled with about $20 when she’s certain she’s made twenty martinis and poured just as many scotch’s.

As she was handing Mrs.Weatherby her glass of merlot smiling at the older woman her eyes caught her favorite blue ones. Rafe stood across the room with Kelce and Topper. He wasn’t paying any attention to what Topper was saying as he watching y/n from across the room. When their eyes met a lopsided smile formed on his lips. Her cheeks felt hot as he looked her up and down, as much as he could despite the bar being in the way.

Y/n begged with her eyes for him to come over, to save her from the boring night. He knew her better than she thought as he started walking over, saying something to the guys that he’d be back. But as he was crossing the room his dad stepped in front of him.

Ward put a hand on his son’s shoulder, “Rafe please, don’t start drinking yet. This is supposed to be a nice night okay? Lets take it slow.” He turned him around to walk out toward the patio.

“Yeah sure dad.” He muttered not wanting to make a scene. He followed him out but looked behind him to catch the eyes of the girl he was infatuated with.

His heart sank a little as he saw her bright eyes dull a little with sadness. She tried her best to put on a smile and not show her disappointment but he knew her better than she thought. Ward had no idea of Rafe’s crush and even if he did he probably wouldn’t care. He’d probably be disappointed in his son for liking someone like her, then he’d tell him that she probably only wants him for his trust.

all of this silence & patience, pining & anticipating, my hands are shaking from holding back from you

The first few hours of the night their eyes just met, hers pleading him to come over and talk to her. Give her something to think about tonight before she went to bed. His eyes begged her to forgive him for not giving her the attention she deserved, especially in that dress. He hoped that she wore it just for him, it made her look ethereal. Rafe’s legs ached from trying to stop himself from walking over and kissing her with everything he had.

As the night went on she was always on his mind. He hated this stupid midsummer’s stuff, mostly because he couldn’t share it with the one person he wanted. It was filled with snobby people and teenager’s getting drunk on booze they had snuck in.

Rafe kept getting stuck in conversations with his dad’s colleagues, Ward wanting him to be more involved in the business. Or he’d be with Topper, Kelce, and some other guys having a meaningless conversation about lacrosse or surfing. Whenever he got the chance he’d look over at her and she’d have a smile on her face handing some old dude a drink. He knew it wasn’t her real smile, then her eyes would look over at him and that’s when her real smile would come out.

“Uh I’m gonna get a drink,” Rafe said trying to excuse himself from his friends. His dad would be fine with him having a drink now, it’s been three hours since the night started. Three hours of his fingers tingling with the want of tucking that hair that kept falling in her face behind her ear.

“I’ll go with you dude. I need a refill,” Topper said holding up his empty glass. Rafe held in the urge to roll his eyes, he wanted to go alone.

y/n was wiping down the bar when they approached. She looked up meeting eyes with her favorite boy, but then she looked over to his left and their Topper was

“What can I get you guys?” She asked looking between them, smiling at Rafe.

“Long island,” Topper said placing his empty glass down.

“Can I get a rum and coke please?” Rafe asked, resting his hands on the bar.

“Of course,” she nodded with a grin.

Rafe watched her as she prepared the drinks. Topper was trying to talk to him about who knows what, he couldn’t care less. He couldn’t pay attention even if he wanted to with that dress she had on. It fit her so perfectly, he wondered what it’d feel like under his hands. What it’d feel like to push it up as he touched the expanse of her thighs. Wondered what it’d feel like to hold her waist as he kissed her. If her skin was as soft as it looked.

“Bro you’re not even listening,” Topped said as he hit Rafe’s shoulder.

“Long island,” Y/n places the drink in front of him.

“You’re right I’m not.” Rafe rolled his eyes.

Topper took his drink without even thanking her, “Whatever dude I’m gonna find Sarah.” Finally Rafe was alone with his girl.

She placed his glass in front of him, “So where have you been all night?”

“Uh my dad didn’t want me to drink earlier,” He shrugged. He knew it was a half assed excuse.

“You don’t need to order a drink to come see me.”

He ran a hand through his hair, “I-I know but my dad thought that I was just coming over for a drink.”

She laughed bitterly not at Rafe but at the whole situation, “When I’m with you I forget I’m a uh pogue.”

“That doesn’t mean anything to me,” He reached out to touch her lightly. She leaned into his touch slightly, yearning to feel anything from him.

Her manager walked in, “Y/n, take your fifteen.” Taking over he place behind the bar, Rafe pulled his hand away from her.

“Uh yeah,” She gave him a tight lipped smile before walking to the back room. Rafe sighed and walked back out to where his friends were.

if I get burned at least we were electrified, I’m spilling wine in the bath tub you kiss my face & we’re both drunk

Y/n stood in the back leaning against the wall. She hated this town. She hated the labels everyone put on each other, it made her life so much harder. It was so easy when she was around Rafe even if it was a few minutes at a time. But then there was always something that reminded her of who she was and where she came from. It was either Ward, her friends, Rafe’s friends, her bosses. Someone always had to remind her where she was and who she was.

She rolled her eyes at herself. She walked into the back, in search of a bottle of wine. She found one she thought she’d like, popping it open and pouring herself a glass. Y/n felt like she deserved it, especially after tonight. The night wasn’t going exactly as planned, so she might as well drink.

After three full glasses of red wine her break was over. It probably wasn’t the smartest idea to drink while on the clock because now everything looked a little fuzzy.

“I’m back,” She slurred to her manager.

Lisa eyed her suspiciously, “Are you drunk?”

“No never,” She gave her a toothy grin trying to hide her tipsiness. The alcohol affecting her more and more as the seconds passed.

Lisa sighed, “Y/n you can’t be like this here right now. You know how bad this would look. If you get one of these jerk offs orders wrong and they smell that merlot on your breath they’ll have you banned.” Lisa tried her best to look out for the girl because she knew she didn’t have anyone that was looking out for her.

Her eyes watered at the thought of losing the only job she had been able to get on this whole island, “I-I can’t lose this job. I need this.”

Lisa sighed, “Go home. I’ll cover for you, and you can still keep the tips okay? Only because I care about you.”

Y/n sniffled bringing the older woman into a hug, “Thank you Lisa, I owe you.”

“Get home safe okay, call someone.” Lisa said rubbing her back. She walked (stumbled a bit) to the back to grab her bag.

even in my worst times you could see the best of me

Y/n didn’t know who to call, her friends were all at parties probably drinking as well. Her parents weren’t in her life. The one person who could help her had been watching her from across the room. Concern written all over his face. She looked at him with teary eyes and he was already taking long strides towards her. She met him halfway, the tag from her dress itching her side.

“Rafe,” Her voice was shaky as she hugged herself looking for some comfort. She knew this was all her fault, she shouldn’t have had that wine. She felt like she was always making mistakes like this.

Rafe’s hands held her face, “What happened? Did someone do something?” He asked with worry and a bit of anger. If one of these kooks made his girl cry they’d have him to deal with.

“No no I did something. I-I drank some wine on my break. I’m drunk Rafe and Lisa told me to go home. She um she said she’ll let me keep the tips today but uh can you take me h-home?” She asked barely taking a breath.

He brushed her hair back, “Hey breathe, I’ll take you home okay baby.”

“I’m sorry Rafe, I-I shouldn’t take you away. I feel so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid. I’m glad I get to get away from this shit, especially if it’s with you.”

Ward had been watching the interaction from outside. He eyed as his son held the bar tender who he felt was trying to hard to look like she fit in with them, her dirty sneakers gave her away. In her defense you can’t really bartend in heels.

He walked over to them before they could leave, “Uh Rafe, what are you doing?” He didn’t spare a glance at the disheveled girl.

Rafe stood up straight, “I’m taking her home dad.”

“Who is this? The bartender? You can’t leave now. There’s still some guys I need to introduce you to.” He treated her like she was nothing.

“No dad I’m taking her home, this is more important.” Rafe wrapped his arm around her shoulders to lead her towards the exit.

Ward grabbed his arm as he tried to walk past him, “Don’t disappoint me son.”

He shrugged his shoulder to get him off, “You’ve made it clear plenty of times that it’s too late for that.”

They didn’t make a big scene but some people had been watching. They watched as the oldest Cameron led the girl outside, a pogue. Tomorrow word would spread all across the island just how cozy they were. Ward would berate Rafe about it but right now he didn’t care, he just wanted to get his girl away from everyone.

Y/n couldn’t believe Rafe had done that for her. He dropped everything for her, she really did feel like he was a prince.

only bought this dress so you could take it off

Rafe kept glancing over at her as he drove to her house. He was worried about her, she looked so sad and he hated seeing her sad. Her head was leaning agains the passenger window just looking out into the darkness.

“Sweetheart what’s wrong?” He finally asked breaking the silence.

She sighed looking over at him, “I feel like an idiot.”

“Why?”

“I put on this stupid dress that I can’t even afford and I got too drunk while I was working. I took you away from the party.” She shook her head at herself.

Rafe pulled into the driveway of her small house, her grandma had left it for her after she passed a few years ago. It was the perfect house for her but now she had to work overtime to keep up with bills.

“Lets talk once we get inside,” Rafe turned the car off and ran over to open her door.

They walked into her house, Rafe had never been there. This is the most time they’ve ever been able to spend alone, without anyone being able to interrupt them or pull them away from each other. He liked her house, it was very her. Warm lighting and pictures everywhere. She sat on the couch setting her bag onto the ground.

“You look amazing, this dress looks amazing on you.” He said as he sat next to her. She leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder.

“I wore this for you. I wanted to impress you, instead I embarrassed myself.” She closed her eyes thinking about the events of the night.

Rafe turned to her, “I would drop everything for you. I have been dying inside to spend this night with you.”

“Really?” She asked looking at him with stars in her eyes.

“Yes, baby. And this dress does look amazing on you. You look perfect. I’ve wanted you since the first day we met at the club.” He tucked her hair behind her ear.

Her face flushed at the compliments, “But why? I’m just me. I don’t have anything, I can’t even afford this dress. I’m just a bartender.”

He shook his head, “None of that shit matters to me. You actually listen to me and you care about me more than my shithead friends ever have. I only go to those stupid parties to see you.”

“Rafe, I care about you so much.”

He couldn’t take it anymore, he leaned forward and captured her lips with his. They were slightly swollen from the few tears she had shed earlier in the night. Her lips tasted like merlot she had downed. They moved in sync as if they had been doing this forever. He smelt like expensive cologne and she wanted to drown in it, she wanted to drown in him. His lips felt so good against hers, she had been dreaming about this moment for ages.

Her hands slid up his chest and into his hair. Pulling at the dirty blonde locks to encourage him. Rafe’s hands slid up and down her waist. Finally feeling the dress he had thought about all night. As the kiss grew more passionate he grabbed her hips and tugged her towards him. He pulled her to sit on his lap, her legs on either side of him. His fingers slowly slid up her thighs pushing her dress farther up, almost fully around her hips. Y/n’s thighs were just as soft as he imagined. His mind was racing with thoughts of everything he wanted to do to her.

The small whines that left her lips encouraged him to keep going. One hand moving behind her to give her ass a squeeze. He pulled away to press kisses against her neck making goosebumps rise on her skin. Her hands moving back and forth from tugging his hair to pulling at his blazer to get him impossibly closer.

“Baby,” He mumbled against her neck. She just hummed in return, too lost in the feeling of his lips on her. Tasting her like she’s always wanted him to.

“I want to keep going, but I know you’ve drank tonight. I want you to be be a hundred percent sober when I do everything I’ve always dreamed about doing to you,” He said looking up at her. He almost regretted his words and took her right then and there when he saw her swollen lips and hazy lust filled eyes.

She took a deep breath to get herself to focus. Her senses were overloaded on Rafe, “Okay, can you stay? Please?”

He leaned forward giving her another kiss, “Of course, I’ll always stay.”

[itsmeoculi]

16!Dazai x PM!reader smut where:

Reader was on a mission with him and since he's stressed as fuck he got more stressed since he saw you(his lover) flirting with someone(even if it's a mission). Once you got home he did the thing and overstimulated you.

Ty! Take your time ♡

Tiny but important note:In one of my posts I did put that I wasn’t on board with doing minors (16 yes is close but still not really comfortable) but since Dazai does have a canon adult age I’ll make it 19 cause I’m not comfortable doing ages under 18. Thank you, I hope you understand and I don’t think it affects the story that much.

Let’s get a move on now!

“𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝒾𝒹..”

Pairing: 19!A bit of Dom!Dazai x Sub!AFAB(FEMALE)!PM! Reader

TW!: SMUT, NSFW CONTENT, MAINLY FOR THOSE OF MATURITY, eating out, overstimulation, and y’all already know Dazai is a bit of sadist but I don’t think that’s in there much

Synopsis: It’s been busy in the Port Mafia, so busy that Dazai l hasn’t seen you in a while. Lucky for him Mori sends you two on a mission, he was happy at first but you seemed to not give him the attention he craved. Now, you’re getting punished.

Mori sent you and Dazai on a mission. Of course, Dazai, being Dazai, was more focused on being with you than the actual job. But here you are now sitting at a table in a fancy diner waiting for a specific waiter by the name of Ruki Satō (not a canon character just made it up) Ruki Satō was one of the best performing waiters, but he screwed over the Port Mafia after not repaying a debt and killing two of the Mafia’s men. Mori sent you two to kill him, and lucky for you he was your server tonight.

Dazai was ecstatic to see his lover again, but unfortunately for him his belladonna was paying more attention to ANYTHING but him. You would hear him go.

“Bella…” “Come on (name).. look at me.” “Love, let’s chat, the waiter isn’t even here yet~”

“Not now ‘Samu.. we have something more important than what your trying to do right now.”

Now, Dazai would usually laugh it off.. but the way you said it wounded him. You were cold and it was like a dagger to his heart when he heard your tone. This whole week had been a mess for him, and now his belladonna? The love of his life had became part of that mess…

He stayed quiet

You no longer heard the sweet nothings he’d say, only silence.. Awkward silence, until Ruki broke it.

“Oh hello I’m Ruki Satō and I’ll be your server tonight. What can I get you two~?”

You proceed to order something light

“Awesome, that will be it for the lovely lady? How about him?”

Dazai looked painfully at the waiter ‘What did he just call (name)..’ he thought, he didn’t answer the waiter in spite of how pissed off he was with Ruki hitting on you.

But you took the Ruki’s flirtatiousness as an advantage and proceeded to flirt back.

“He’ll have the same thing. Thanks sweetie for being so polite tonight. And forgive my friend, he’s tired.”

You blew a kiss at the waiter before he left. Dazai did not like this one bit. ‘Friend?? What the hell is that kind of excuse?’ He stayed quiet though, because he had plans for later.. on his revenge.

A few minutes passed and Ruki brought your food. Of course wanting to seduce him more, you asked him to stay and chat.

The waiter liked this and at this point Dazai wouldn’t be surprised if you two made out already.

Dazai’s hell of you two basically asking each other to fuck, goes on for about an hour. When it’s finally over you say this.

“Dazai, please meet me in the parking lot. I want to give our waiter here’s special tip in the alleyway~”

He was scared now, he thought if you were about to do what he thinks your about to do he’s done with you. He left for the parking lot, reluctantly, as you guided Ruki to an alleyway.

“This might be the best customer I had tonight~”

“Hehe, let’s have fun.” The waiter was vulnerable now, and you start shuffling at the back of your pants, which made him think you were gonna remove them.

..but instead, you pull out a gun.

“Wait! You- know don’t do this don’t-“

Bang..

You used a silencer.. to of course cause less commotion. Now the job is done.

You leave the alleyway and go to the parking lot. Dazai waiting at the car, engine ready. Once you enter, it’s straight home, he has some matters he needs to.. deal with.

Once you get home, he slams the door and locks it, removing his coat. “I’m gonna go change ‘Samu.”

You said, heading for the bedroom not even taking a single look at Dazai. But this was perfect for him, because he had a plan.

Ignoring your “warning” he swung the bedroom door wide open and pushed you onto the bed, you were already half-nude. Bra off, and the only thing covering you was a pair of lace underwear, and your hands.

“You look pathetic, belladonna.”

“Dazai- I told you I was- MGH!”

He cut you off by inserting 3 fingers into your mouth

“You’re gonna have to be punished for your whole act, back at the diner.”

He said as he removed his white dress shirt, revealing his bandaged body.

“I should’ve left you at the diner y’know.. but now your helpless. Who knew the cold and fierce (name) would be so quick to submit.”

You whimpered but he removed his fingers from your mouth.

“Quiet now belladonna. I need you to lay back for me.” You followed his orders.

“Great now open your legs wide for me darling.” You tried to do so, but you were so intimidated so you could even move an inch!

“You can’t do anything right, can you?” He leaned forward, resting himself on the bed, and then harshly opened your legs wide. You let out a slight whine from the sudden movement. He placed his face in-front of your sopping cunt. The wetness bleeding through your underwear.

“Gotta get rid of these somehow~” He said, immediately ripping the under garment and throwing it to the side. (too bad you bought those last week 😬)

“You’re soaking wet already? Such a slut (name) such a slut!” He said deviously, as he prodded his tongue around, and circled around the outer lips of your cunt. “You still taste as good as last time, but how you spoke to me in the diner may have ruined it~”

You wanted to sock this little bastard into a duffel bag. He was being such a jerk right now.. he was probably gonna edge you, or that’s what you thought. Until he said..

“Don’t worry belladonna, you’ll get your sweet release, but you will have to pay for stressing me out so badly.”

Your fucked..

Dazai inserts his tongue, deep inside of you. Then, he started to make more friction and lapping up your insides like a dog. The more he licked, the more wet you got. He hit all those sweet spots that made you see stars.

You reached your high and a loud moan filled the room. Dazai made a stifle grunt, pleased by the *honey* you made, he licked all up like it was maple syrup.

“Fuck! ‘Samu.. so good. H-hey wait I’m not-” your sentence was interrupted by a groan, as he started to abuse your cunt, with that silver tongue of his. He went back to eating you out and muffled “I don’t like it when my meal gets interrupted.” The vibrations of him speaking against your pussy made you arch your back beautifully.

“Beautiful, belladonna..” Dazai said, while adding in one of his slim fingers to run around your clit. This caused you to gasp in the immense arousal you were feeling. His free hand wandered, massaging your breasts. That’s when you came a second time, but instead of a short pause he kept going, lapping you all up.

“Wait- Osamu! W-wait-mhgh~”

You could barely fabricate sentences at the overstimulation. Your 2nd orgasm just happened, and he didn’t even pause!

Tears started forming in your eyes, and you were a moaning mess.

“Shh, belladonna I need to hear your moans not you sobbing.” He said harshly, you nodded. Yours eyes like a puppy’s big and.. “innocent” not you in this case, a better word would be helpless.

Dazai was abusing your sweet spots and your his tongue hitting exact one with such accuracy. It was like he saw inside of you.

You had your 3rd orgasm, still no stopping.

You were fucked silly, like it was some sort of euphoria coming over you. This round however was the fastest pace.

Cunt, puffy. Clit, swollen. Sweet spots BRUISED. And your throat hurt from your high pitched gasps and moans coming out of you. At some point you felt part of his teeth, but he was unstoppable. You were whining and sobbing. Tears streamed thinly down your eyes. You were pretty sure you were trying to say “Too much! Too much!” But it came out as a bunch of gibberish.

Then his tongue finally hit that special spot that made you see stars, and your 4th orgasm came. Thank god he stopped at that. He took his hand that was playing with your clit, and licked it clean. He proceeded to give you a few kisses before going to the drawer.

“What are you- doing?” You said, catching your breath.

“Just the finale of my punishment for you.” He pulled out a vibrator.

Dazai proceeded to place it near the entrance of your cunt, and set it to the weakest level.

“Have fun~!” He said, while sitting in a nearby seat smirking at you as you struggled

What a cruel asshole.

Hii this the end I hoped you kinda liked this. I’m not awesome with smut but I’m willing try yk.

[ghostgirl-22]

18+ !NSFW!

Pair: Artrick (mostly) Patashi mentioned

Patrick is a brat actually. So Art edges him relentlessly.

—-

Something, something. Art gets recognized at a gala and brings Tashi and Patrick as his plus ones to pick up the award. The world just thinks it’s his wife and best friend and they’re supposed to act accordingly. But Patrick is tired and horny and annoyingly bratty the whole night. He spends all night teasing them and trying to provoke them, pushing all of their buttons in public where they can’t do anything. He’s relentless, begs Art to fuck him in the bathroom before his speech, gives him blue balls whispering dirty things and then laughing about it.

He flirts with half the waitresses and a couple of waiters. Tashi wants to get back at him but she tends to lose control so easily when it comes to him. They just end up fucking in a random office one floor below before the galas even over. She comes back flushed, hair looser, makeup slightly smudged and he shows up a few minutes after, suit jacket wrinkled, buttons mismatched. The ruby of her lipstick still visible on his throat.

Art grabs him by the shoulders and fixes his tie. “You’re so sloppy. I hope you’re having fun,” he says quietly.

“It’s a lot of fun,” he grins.

—-

“I don’t see what the problem is,” Patrick shrugs in the limo on the ride back to their Brooklyn townhouse. “I mean it worked… I got what I wanted anyway.” He grins at Tashi.

Tashi glares at him and then whispers in Art's ear. “He’s so fucking annoying. Can you punish him?”

Art smiles, nodding as he gazes at Patrick. He doesn’t do it that night. Not even that week. It’s a random afternoon when Tashi’s away at a gymnastics meet with Lily and Art’s got all day.

“I’m not being mean. I just want you to say sorry,” Art says softly. They’re in the guest bedroom where Patrick pretends to sleep when they have company. He’s teasing himself along Patrick’s entrance. He’s been doing it for nearly an hour now. He slowly starts jerking himself off and Patrick looks up at him, flushed all over, he’s covered in a sheen of sweat, his muscles are taut, his cock is upright resting against his stomach, it’s swollen purplepink, and leaking. Patrick can't look away from him, fists clenching, he ends up thrusting against the air probably just out of habit as he tries to grab for him.

“Mm, I didn’t say you could touch,” Art breathes. Patrick pulls back, he’s desperate, but not desperate enough to misbehave. Not right now at least. He’s so frustrated though, Art can see it in his eyes how fucking bad he wants him and it’s so hot he ends up coming all over Patrick for the third time (accidentally of course).

“Fuck,” Patrick says breathlessly watching him.

“Mm, it feels so good,” Art moans making sure his come spills on new and different parts of Patrick’s body… he’s got so much near his entrance already.

“Fuck, I said I was sorry sweetheart. Come on, please,” Patrick begs, mindlessly.

“But Patrick, you don’t sound sorry.” Art says softly. “Honestly, you sound like you’re just saying it because you want me to fuck you. sweetheart.”

Patrick groans.

Art smirks, watching him try to focus when he’s clearly so overwhelmed with need. “Or is it that…” He moves, crawling over Patrick so he’s straddling his thighs. “You just want to fuck me.”

“Fuck, yes,” Patrick groans. He bucks his hips right away, eager for the friction.

Art grins, and shoves him back down. Patrick pulls his knees up behind him, trying to get Art to settle on his lap but Art keeps away, pressing down on Patrick’s hips so the only contact is brief and very slight.

“You’re such a slut.” Art sighs, looking over him. “Dick so big you don’t know what to do with it, huh?”

“Yes I do… I promise please, please lemme fuck you,” Patrick whines.

“It’s okay,” Art continues as if he didn’t say anything. “I know you can’t help yourself… it’s so big and so sensitive you’re hard all the time, need to be coming all the time. Can’t sit still. Can’t stop flirting. Teasing. Anything to get off.” He’s ghosting his fingers idly along the base of Patrick’s swollen cock. Patrick’s thighs are quivering behind him. Art feels himself beginning to get aroused again.

“Art please,” Patrick whimpers. “Tashi is… Tashi’s a liar. She was the one teasing me… and it’s not like we… like we got caught. ”

“Mm calling my wife a liar? Are you sure you want to do that?”

“Fuck, Art I— I’ll do anything—please, please I just need to come... it hurts….“

“But isn’t this what you wanted? Didn’t you say you wanted me to fuck you till you couldn’t think, hm? Doesn’t it feel good…when I fuck you?”

“Mm, not like this,” Patrick groans.

Art rubs his cheek where he’s got that scruffy beard that Art actually really likes. His fingers are still wet with jizz and Patrick turns to lick them. Art smirks letting it slide. ”Say you promise you’ll behave next time we’re in public and maybe I’ll let you come.”

“I’ll behave, you know I will.” He lies. “I’ll do whatever you fucking want. Please. You’re so fucking pretty. God, look at you. I just—I wanted you and I couldn’t wait. Please, please, is that so bad?”

Art bites his lip. “Okay Patrick, you can stop whining now. Put this in your mouth till I get really hard again, okay?”

“Can’t I just…can’t I just fuck you?” Patrick says weakly.

“Aww It’s almost like you’re not sorry and you want me to start this all over…” Art says gently. “Is that what you want?”

“No, no, I—okay,” Patrick says eagerly. He sits up and moves between Art's legs, switching their positions.

Art lays back on the bed revelling in the feeling of Patrick taking him in so greedy and desperate. He runs his fingers through Patrick’s hair and smiles.

[iwritefandomimagines]

BLIND DATE — JAMIE TARTT

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pairing: jamie tartt x reader

description: you and jamie never saw eye to eye. when keeley offers to set you up on a blind date and it’s him that turns up, you’re irritated. but you’re soon to find out that maybe she’s right… maybe he has changed.

warnings: enemies to lovers if you squint bc there’s not much angsty content it’s more implied, swearing, alcohol consumption, fluff at the end because that’s my mf baby

author’s note: i live and breathe enemies to lovers jamie tartt content so this is sooo self indulgent and fluffy ish at the end.

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“You have got to be fuckin’ kidding me?”

You’d already been reluctant when Keeley Jones begged you to let her set you up with someone she knew.

Your best friend had been going on at you about needing to ‘get yourself out there’ for ages now — and the only reason you had given in to her request was so that she’d back off a bit.

But now, as the one and only Jamie fucking Tartt approached your table, your dress felt especially clingy and your palms felt especially sweaty.

“Y/N,” Jamie smirked, having always enjoyed getting under your skin, “You look fucking stunnin’, and really fucking happy to see me.”

You rolled your eyes as he sat down, “Why the hell would Keeley set me up with you of all people?”

Jamie pushed his hair out of his face, and you couldn’t help but take his whole look in as he removed his jacket and adjusted his shirt.

Okay, he may have been a massive prick — but not even you could deny that he wasn’t exactly a chore to look at. Just a chore to listen to.

“See, Y/N, I hear ya voice complaining,” he quipped, leaning forward to rest his chin on his palm as his other hand waved over a waiter, “But you’re still checking me out. Like what you see, eh?”

Before you had a chance to snap back at the walking irritant in front of you, the waiter was at your table taking your drinks orders.

A large glass of wine to cool your nerves would do nicely was what you had decided before he’d arrived — but now a bottle seemed more appropriate.

Of course, when you asked for this Jamie just smiled smugly, “Yeah, you know what? Me ‘n the lady will share. Bring us your most expensive bottle of Pinot Grigio, yeah?”

You tried not to cringe at his mispronunciation.

You sighed, sipping at the table water you’d already been brought as the waiter nodded and rushed away.

“Now where were we, love?”

“You were being arrogant, I was still trying to figure out how I’ve ended up sat opposite you… Just like old times.”

Jamie scoffed, “Oh no, I was simply observin’ that you checked me out. Don’t worry, love, I was checking you out too. Like I said, you’re stunnin’.”

You hated that he could so obviously see his words had affected you — a crimson blush immediately staining your cheeks as he quirked his eyebrow in acknowledgement.

“I can think that you’re attractive and still think you’re a prick, Jamie,” you shrugged, a small smile on your lips as he screwed up his face, “I do have eyes.”

He licked his lips, “See, makin’ progress already. Never admitted you fancy me before, but if it helps, love, I fancy you too.”

You scoffed again, “I said you’re attractive, not that I fancy you.”

“Same thing,” he shrugged, leaning further forward, “Look, I know you think I’m a twat, but I’ve been working on how not to be.”

You looked at him for a moment, not sure what to make of his words.

He’d always been an egotistical arse, always convinced he was God’s gift to earth, and his shameless flirting whilst also being an arsehole had always just grated on you.

You’d had some semblance of a crush on him once, almost admiring his confidence (and of course how gorgeous he was) but his attitude had led you to a prickling disdain for the man instead.

He knew he got under your skin, so he would flirt outrageously and nitpick at things you did and said to piss you off and rile you up.

Keeley had insisted he took the whole childhood ‘if they’re mean to you they like you’ bollocks all too seriously, but you’d brushed that off considering the fact that he was still very much lapping up any and all female attention he received elsewhere.

Given that you only attended events as Keeley’s friend, it hadn’t been hard to avoid him since — deciding that it wasn’t worth letting him get to you.

“So Keeley’s been saying,” you narrowed your eyes, “I know you flirt with, like, anything that breathes, but I’m surprised you’re not more disappointed by her decision to set us up.”

It was Jamie’s turn to scoff now, his eyes never leaving yours as you felt suddenly shy under his close watch.

“She didn’t set us up, I asked her to.”

You furrowed your brows, confused as to why the fuck he’d do that. Sure, he’d flirted with you before but you were certain it was just to piss you off.

“What?”

“I knew you didn’t like me, ‘cos you only know the old Jamie Tartt,” he pouted, and you fought the urge to chuckle, “So I asked her to pretend it was just some mate of hers she wanted to send you on a blind date with. Just to see if you’d give me a chance, ya know?”

You were almost touched by his words, but still remained wary about his intentions, “Why— what made you that determined for a date with me?”

He laughed, a big loud laugh that drew the attention of many surrounding tables.

The waiter returned now, interrupting you again.

He poured you both a glass of wine and placed down the wine cooler as you and Jamie thanked him whilst never looking away from each other.

“For the third time tonight, you’re fuckin’ stunning Y/N. And I like that you never took my shit back then. Just figured it was time to try me luck and see if ya’d change your mind about me,” if you didn’t know him better, you’d think he was nervous, “‘S why Keeley’s been talkin’ me up to you so much. She’s known I’ve had a thing for you for, like, ages.”

You were gobsmacked — not only by his confession, but the sincerity his voice held.

“Why’ve you not reached out sooner, then? I haven’t seen you in months, not since the last charity gala,” you bit your lip.

You remembered that night very well, given that you’d almost shared a drunken kiss with him until you came to your senses and left the party.

He only smirked again, “You remember the exact last time we saw each other, huh?”

“Jamie…”

“Alright, alright,” he raised his hands in defeat, “I was gutted you didn’t kiss me at that party, even though it’s fair that you didn’t. Keeley told me you deserved better than how I’d been treating you, but that she knew if I got me shit together we’d make a good couple. So I waited ‘til me shit was, well, together. And now here we are. With my shit sorta together.”

You were almost speechless, “Jamie— that’s, well, that’s actually really sweet.”

He rolled his eyes with a smile, “Glad ya think so, love. Been hard as fuck and I’ve almost called you a fuck load of times, too, but Keeley and Roy have been really good with helping and that.”

Now you were really surprised, “Roy’s been helping you work on yourself? Fuckin’ hell, things must have changed since I last saw you!”

Jamie laughed, pursing his lips as he shrugged and let out a breathy sigh, “He won’t admit it but we’re, like, friends now. Don’t tell him I said that though. He’d go fuckin’ mental.”

“Oh I know,” you chuckled, “But I hope you’ve been doing this for yourself as well, not just trying to change to make other people happy.

The smile on his face spread warmth through your chest, and you could feel the walls you’d built up to protect yourself from Jamie’s old self beginning to crumble.

Your face was lit with a smile now, a wide and sincere smile that you could tell boosted his confidence about this whole elaborate plan.

“Nah, it’s been good,” he nodded, “And you’ve never smiled at me like that, not even when we first met and you were trying to be nice before I fucked things by being all Jamie Tartt. So I’d say it’s, like, more than worth it, to be fair.”

Your smile only widened at that, and his matched it almost exactly.

“I don’t even know what to say at this point, but I’d be lying if I said I’m not actually glad I’m here now,” you bit your lip, maintaining steady eye contact with him and placing your hand on the table.

He was quick to place his own hand atop yours, “‘M really glad to hear it, Y/N. Can we treat this like a fresh start or whatever? Like a real blind date? Want to show you I’ve changed properly, that I’m a new Jamie.”

You giggled, poking your thumb out to rub the back of his hand with it, “Sure. I’m Y/N Y/L/N, and it’s nice to meet you. Sorry if this is forward but you look really good tonight, stranger.”

He beamed like a proud child at those words, “Jamie Tartt. You look fuckin’ phenomenal, Y/N. Since we’ve like, never met, this might be weird,” you rolled your eyes with a laugh at how seriously he was taking the starting over thing, “But I hope this ain’t our only date.”

“Play your cards right, Jamie Tartt, and it won’t be,” you smiled, standing up and leaning over to press a soft kiss to his cheekbone.

“Because, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, I hope it isn’t either.”

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eeeee i hope you enjoyed that, i love jamie tartt a ridiculous amount so couldn’t help myself ! here’s my masterlist if you want to read more of my jamie fics or any of my other stuff!

also kinda feeling a part two where you’re secretly dating and turn up to a richmond squad event with him? let me know if u would like that!!!

[anders-holmvik]

ok need to talk about doomed bucktommy from 7x05 to 8x06 now. up top this is NOT a BT positive post and i dont want to hear any arguing rn so just scroll on by #peaceandlove

i said it in this post too but the theme of buck and tommy's relationship is "you don't know me". their relationship began in that episode and that's been the throughline the entire time. i'm gonna try to take the buddie hat off here and just talk about buck but you know its probably gonna creep in anyway

buck is a huge flirt, but he's passive in his romantic pursuits because he has abandonment issues. so he'll flirt until the other person makes a definitive move like asking him out or kissing him. once they do, he clings and overcompensates because he's deeply insecure. they deviated from this pattern with natalia but i consider that to be special circumstances bc logistics behind the scenes got in the way. and buck did break up with taylor but he clinged to her first with asking her to move in after he kissed lucy.

so we have tommy, who is NOT different at all! buck likes tommy because he's cool and confident. buck acts out and is possessive over eddie, who buck also clashed with because he was cool and confident and acted out toward because he was possessive over the 118. buck flirts with him (albeit unconsciously), and tommy kisses him. buck feels chosen, he clings. tommy is interested. tommy abandons buck when he realizes he "doesn't know him" after buck lies to eddie in front of him about their date. (EVEN THOUGH HE JUST TOLD HIM HE'S NEVER BEEN ON A DATE WITH A GUY BEFORE AND ISN'T OUT. OKAY fine) buck can't stop thinking about tommy because, again, he subconsciously thinks that being with him will allow him to absorb his "confidence." when they go for coffee, tommy points out that the two of them don't know anything about each other. they agree to start their relationship and do it "right."

they continue to misunderstand each other through the entirety of their relationship. tommy can't wrap his head around why buck wants him to dress up for the bachelor party. tommy points out buck's father is alive when he opens up about bobby. the two fundamentally dont get each other. but buck doesn't let tommy in either! he lets him call him evan (false intimacy), likely because he's too insecure to stand up for himself. until masks, when buck begins to push back.

buck brings tommy to family events, but he doesn't actually include him. tommy is quite literally not in the group chat. masks was SUCH an interesting episode about their dynamic through the billy boils story and maybe i'll make a post on it sometime but whew...

moving onto confessions...

this part has been pointed out tons but i feel the need to cover the whole ep so right up top in the episode we have buck, known gift giver in all of his relationships (freaked about getting taylor a sweater for xmas in s5, got kameron and connor a onesie for donorbaby, once bought eddie a $500 coffee maker as a "PRANK") does not get tommy a gift for their 6 month even though he's the one who brings up that it is the date. fascinating stuff there. of course then we have a callback to the basketball game when tommy gets him tickets.

like okay sure! maybe tommy just wanted to connect with him over something he's more interested in, it's a weird move to get your partner what is essentially a gift for yourself for your six month but it's not unheard of.

then the woman comes over and asks buck to take the photo, saying they're celebrating a divorce. buck does kinda check the lady out. i've said this before, but buck is usually pretty oblivious to flirting until someone crosses the line of physical contact. it happened with tommy, and it happened with the lady. once he realizes, he just becomes really uncomfortable and awkward. on a personal note i'm kinda mad that they cut tommy checking out hot waiter/making a comment about it but Whatever.

again, you dont know me: being 6 months in without having the exes talk is bonkers. they told us it was excusable on tommy's part bc of the heterosexuality performance of it all (still not a good omen for intimacy in that relationship). but buck??? that was his first real relationship, his "most transformative". it was obviously a fun coincidence that the writers realized they'd set up but if you look in universe it's crazy that they were together that long without buck bringing it up. so in the end their lack of communication is what kills them!

buck is correct about tommy being cruel/dishonest bc it turns out tommy knew for six months that their relationship wouldn't work and stayed anyway. josh misunderstood the convo and made it about performing heterosexuality. Hopefully this was just a segue-way to tip off audience to gay eddie struggle. god knows buck will not remember pre glee post glee but he will remember tommy's "i can't be your last because i'm your first".

so we cemented tommy kinda as buck's male "teacher" relationship. "i'm so comfortable with you because you're comfortable with you" buck thinks his bisexuality is wrapped up in tommy's approval of him. and the crazy thing is tommy is not comfortable with himself. but neither him nor buck ever opened up to each other enough to explore that!

Buck is gonna grieve hard because he's the Clinger but also because being with tommy made him feel confident. but not because tommy uplifted him, because he perceived tommy as confident, and that made buck feel closer to fully realizing and understanding himself. this is why coming back from s7 buck got a full gorgeous girl makeover and was totally on his game in those first few eps despite gerrard-- he felt confident. what buck needs to realize post breakup is that he can be all of that without tommy!!!

putting my buddie hat back on for a second there's a meta here about the parking spot line. it could be callback to basketball game bc after eddie's injury there was discussion of tommy's "i drove eddie and i parked close" versus buck "ill bring my car up to the court". or the parking spot out front is the easy close serendipitous option (as in tommy presenting himself as a surprise relationship for buck by kissing him) but either way tommy was the easy choice. eddie is not. but buck was willing to pull his car up to the court for eddie. buck was willing to be AN ACTIVE PARTICIPANT IN THAT RELATIONSHIP. that's a break from his pattern. crazier too when you think about how buck attached himself to eddie because he seemed cool and confident but committed harder once he actually got to know eddie and his flaws. just sayingggg..

either way i want buck to explore his sexuality by himself for a little bit because i think that's what he needs as a character in order to actually get an understanding of who he is and what he wants. and also selfishly because i want a buck speed dating montage set to girls & boys by blur.

[cf-377]

ONLY YOURS

Jeongin X fem!reader

After a fight over a misunderstanding, Jeongin fears he’s not enough, but she fights back, proving he’s the only one she wants.

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The dinner had been tense from the start. You’d planned for a quiet evening, something simple to ease the weight that had been building between you two lately. But somehow, it had all gone wrong.

Now, back in your apartment, Jeongin was pacing, running a hand through his hair, his eyes dark with frustration. The air between you felt thick and charged, like a storm that was ready to break.

“I can’t believe you, you know that?” he said, finally stopping to look at you. His voice was low, almost a whisper, but laced with hurt. “I sat there, right next to you, and it was like I wasn’t even there.”

You felt a pang in your chest, his words hitting harder than you expected. “What are you talking about? I was with you the whole time. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “You really don’t get it, do you?” His voice grew sharper, more pointed. “The way you were smiling at him, laughing at his jokes like… like I wasn’t even there. Do you know what that felt like?”

Your stomach dropped as the memory came back. The waiter had been overly friendly, maybe even a little flirtatious, but you hadn’t thought much of it. You were just trying to be polite, to keep things light.

“I wasn’t flirting with him, Jeongin,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “He was the one flirting with me. I just… I didn’t want to be rude.”

“Rude?” he repeated, his voice rising. “So what, you’re just going to let every guy flirt with you because you don’t want to ‘be rude’? What about me? Do you even think about how it makes me feel?”

His words hit like a punch, sharp and painful. You opened your mouth to defend yourself, to tell him how ridiculous he was being, but something stopped you. His hurt was real, raw, and it stung to know that you’d caused it, even unintentionally.

“Jeongin, I—” you started, but he cut you off.

“You just want everyone’s attention, don’t you? It’s like… like I’m not enough for you.” His voice cracked on the last word, and you could see the vulnerability there, the fear that he wasn’t enough.

The accusation stung, the weight of his words pressing down on you. “That’s not fair,” you whispered, barely able to hold his gaze. “You know that’s not true.”

“Do I?” he shot back, his face full of pain, his voice quieter now but filled with hurt. “Because sometimes, it feels like I’m just… just a placeholder. Like you’re always looking for someone else’s attention.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you forced yourself to hold them back. You were tired—tired of this argument, tired of him thinking you cared about anyone else but him.

“Jeongin, you give me feelings I can’t even put into words,” you said, your voice trembling. “I don’t want the world’s attention. Yours is enough. But I didn’t realize… I didn’t realize I was hurting you like this.”

For a moment, he was silent, his shoulders slumping as the fight seemed to drain out of him. He looked down, running a hand over his face, as if he was struggling to hold himself together. “I just… I don’t want to lose you,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible. “But I can’t… I can’t feel like I’m competing for you every time we’re around other people.”

You stepped closer, reaching out to touch his arm, and he didn’t pull away. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, feeling the weight of your own mistakes settle over you. “I never wanted you to feel that way. I’m here, with you. That’s all I want.”

Slowly, he looked up at you, his eyes softer now, the anger and hurt replaced by something more fragile. “You really mean that?”

You nodded, feeling the tears finally slip down your cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Jeongin. You’re the only one I want. You’re all I need.”

He let out a shaky breath, pulling you into his arms, holding you close like he was afraid to let go. And in that moment, you knew that whatever mistakes you’d made, whatever hurt you’d caused, you’d both fight to make it right—together.

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- I hope yall like it! If there's anything yall want me to write about feel free!

[sofiafushiguro]

↳ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: toji fushiguro x AFAB reader ↳ ⚠️𝖙𝖜: jealousy, use of many pet names, possessiveness, spanking, crying, implied safe word, implied age gap, size kink, light fingering, naive reader. All characters are 18+ ↳ 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙:  827 ↳𝖆/𝖓: first fic in months. might do a part 2 if you like it or if someone requests it lol

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Big, manly Toji Fushiguro gets jealous easily when his little kitten gets hit on right in front of his fucking face.

Toji Fushiguro, whose face is so red in anger. He is digging his nails into his palms, looking at how the waiter shamelessly flirts with you. You're too naive to notice the way the waiter's eyes are eating you as if you were a dessert he's been craving his whole life. Too naive to notice that your too nice and playful attitude is making Toji's blood boil in his insides.

You are his property, no one else's. Isn't it obvious by the way you two came together holding hands? Wasn't it obvious when he kissed you multiple times when you were waiting for the food? Toji is very possessive. He likes to have his things and doesn't like when people pay attention to them.

When you two leave the restaurant, you notice that something's wrong. Toji is not holding your hand and didn't kiss you when you hopped in his truck. "Baby, what's wrong?" you ask with a pout on your face, sitting in the passenger's seat and trying to call Toji's attention, who's focused on driving.

Toji's life experience has taught him that he gains nothing by exploding out of anger in the car, especially if he's driving. He ignores your question, leaving you confused and a little bit heartbroken.

When you arrive home, you feel the tears building up in your eyes, and when you're finally in the living room, you grab Toji's forearm and make him look into your teary eyes. "Are you ignoring me? What did I do wrong?" You ask him. Your voice started to crack, and you felt the tears rolling down your cheeks.

Toji had mixed feelings about it. He didn't want to make you cry since you're the person he loves the most in this world, but at the same time, he couldn't believe you were that stupid and didn't notice that whole scene back in the restaurant. With his big hand, he grabs you by the wrists and walks with you to the bedroom, where he throws you in the bed.

He's quick to grab you by the hips and put you on all fours, with your perfect ass on display.

You are surprised by his behavior. You must have fucked it up. You knew what he was about to do.

Toji pulls your pants down enough to see the purple lace panties he chose the same morning. "What did I do?" You ask with your face buried in the mattress. Your hands were tugging the comforter in anticipation of what was coming. There was no point in trying to fight back and escape because Toji was bigger and stronger than you.

His big, heavy hand hit your ass. The slap was heard in the entire house, along with the scream that left your throat when you felt the intensity of the spank.

"Fucking, kid," said Toji in a low tone, admiring the red mark he left on your asscheek. "You belong to me," he spanked you again with the same intensity, and again, a scream of pleasure and pain left your throat.

"I belong to you!" You eagerly repeated. "I'm Daddy's little kitten. Just daddy's-" Your words were quickly cut by Toji spanking you again.

"You don't need no guy your age flirting with you in a fucking restaurant," His big, veiny hands vere caressing the red flesh on your ass. "You're mine," He leans forward and bites your ass. He wants to make sure he leaves a noticeable mark on you.

His teeth dig deep into your skin, and you feel he's cutting you and making you bleed. You scream in pain and tug on the comforter even harder. You think twice before saying your safe word, but you trust Toji and know he will never hurt you. Toji licks the spot he was biting on and spanks you once again.

"Why were you flirting with our server?" He asks, but sounds more like he's yelling at you. His thumbs caress the red skin, and he's waiting for a proper response.

"I was not!" You reply and feel his hand on your ass as soon as you finish speaking. "I was being nice!" Tears start rolling down your cheeks, and Toji spanks you once again. The pain is insufferable, but the pleasure is worth it.

"Yeah, you were being a nice slut." He wants to get all of his anger out on you. "A slut that needs to remember her place,"

"No slut. Just good girl." You reply before you feel his thumb circling your clit over your panties. Moans escape your mouth and you move your hips wanting to feel more.

Toji feels the heat of your pussy, and how your juices are running along his thumb.

"Then show me how much of a good girl you're going to be for me tonight,"

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𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 : 𝚂𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝~

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𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 : 𝑶𝒇𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒅𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄~. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚!!!

You and San had decided to go out for dinner since you both had been busy with work and didn't spend time with each other a lot anymore. When you arrived you noticed the waiter eye him and San seemed to notice and started to flirt back with him to make you jealous. He kept testing your patience.

Until you had enough, you payed for the food and dragged San to the car. He stayed silent the whole ride home and when he got to the house he rushed to the door and upstairs. He'd knew what was coming and stripped off all his clothes. You chuckled and locked the door and walked upstairs, you saw him sitting on the bed naked awaiting his punishment. "Oh so this is what you wanted? You acted like a brat all night just for this?" You'd say to him in a stern voice.

San nodded his head. "Use your words you slut" you spat. "Yes.." He replied. "Yes what?" You said. "Yes mommy". "Good slut" San whimpered at the name and you smile at that. "Does someone like being called a slut?"

San nods his head eagerly, you push him back on the bed and grab the hand cuffs and handcuff him to the bed. You slowly start to stroke him and he bucks his hips up and you retract your hand. Why did you stop he asks. "If you move your hips up i'll take my hand away." You say with a sadistic smile on your face. He nods his head and you resume what you were doing and he tries his best not to move his hips.

He moans softly and it slowly got higher signaling he's about to cum. You let go and he looks confused on why you stoped. Why'd you stop? He asked and you just looked at him with a smile on your face. "You really think I'll let you come after what you did tonight?" You said as your smile was disappearing from your face. You took his cock into your mouth while he tries not to moan. You hit his thigh and he moaned out in surprise, he tries to suppress his moans. You hear his breathing speed up and you take his cock out your mouth and you look up to see tears in the corner of this eyes. "Aww does someone want to cum already." You couldn't help but laugh at his state right now. "You look so pathetic right now, weren't you just acting all high and mighty earlier?" He was too vulnerable to answer "Beg if you want me to fuck you." You say.

"P-Please mommy f-fuck me i know I've been a bad boy but please I'm desperate he begged." You walked to the closet and pulled out a black box, you pulled out some lube, and a 9 inch strap on. He gulped and asked "Are you sure thats gonna fit?" "I'll make it fit." You say and lubed it up and put it at his entrance. "You ready?" You ask he nods his head and you slowly pushed it in "M-mmm mommy." He moaned out. You started to move at a slow pace and he would push his hips back to match your thrust.

He moans in pleasure and you start to move at a pace he can't match and is begging for you to go faster, you start going faster to the point his body is jolting forward and he is a moaning mess. "Look at how much your enjoying this you slut." You spat at him all he could do was moan. You start to stroke his cock and he starts shaking from the amount of pleasure he is receiving. He wants to cum so bad to the point he is begging for his release

You grant him permission and once he cums you sped up your thrusts and his eyes widened but he realized you were still going. "N-no more it feels too good." He says. "No you begged for me to fuck you now take it." He's crying from the over stimulation and is trying to move away from you, you pull him back and laugh." Trying to escape are we?" You changed his position with his legs over your shoulder and the strap getting deeper into him. He comes about 2-3 more times before you finally pulled out.

He had passed out on the bed with tear streams down his face, you walk out the room and grab a towel to clean him up and also change the sheets. You got into the bed and he cuddled into your chest and both of you fell back asleep. You kissed him on his head and say good night and drift into a deep slumber.

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𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈! 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝑫𝒂𝒚 2 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝑬𝑩𝑹𝑼𝑨𝑹𝒀 𝑭𝑰𝑳𝑻𝑯 𝑭𝑬𝑺𝑻!!

[byizoyas]

© byizoyas.

careful last image is to read after the text!!

a car passed by quite fast, the driver was perhaps impatient you thought, but they were aggressive for sure when they honked at you.

‘fuck you’ you shouted, but since the car was far away already you clearly complained all alone, with no one to listen to you.

at least that’s what you thought before you turned your face towards the address diluc sent you the night before. and he was there already, leaning on the wall, arms crossed against his chest and a playful smile on his lips.

‘you’ve seen it all didn’t you ?’ you said walking towards him and he nodded yes, his smile growing larger on his mocking face.

you giggled and started complaining but quickly stoped yourself. if he had seen everything you didn’t need to explain the scene to him. ‘anyway, let’s eat shall we ?’

you invited him inside, but you didn’t really feel hungry. something was bothering you since you woke up and you couldn’t tell what exactly. it was a bad feeling, yet the day was going good for now.

the sun was high in the sky, and it was hot enough for you to wear your favorite summer clothes. diluc was there, before you so you didn’t have to wait for him. and he was looking so handsome as always.

the day was perfect. but you felt something was off. you didn’t feel like telling diluc about it, in fear that he would think you try to escape.

you finally sat at the table diluc had reserved for the two of you, and looking at the prices of the menus you realized what luxurious tastes that man had.

you were only a beginner rockstar and didn’t have his success yet. so of course it did hurt you a bit to think of the price you’d have to pay. but you couldn’t reproach him, after all you said you didn’t care about the money.

‘are you alright ?’ diluc asked, looking up from the menu he held in his hands to your face from time to time. obviously he noticed something was wrong. he was quite observant and well, he also didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable around him.

‘yeah ! i was looking at the options and i don’t know what to take.’

‘mhh why not this one ?’ diluc suggested while pointing to a couple menu. since it was counting the two of you, the price would be separated in two.

you agreed right away, putting your menu back on the table waiting for the waiter ton confirm your order.

‘didn’t you say you didn’t care about the price ?’ you said. you wanted to scold yourself for initiating such a lame conversation. suddenly you remembered your conversation with lumine. diluc was the same, perhaps less flirty but you ? you became a whole new person, completely losing your means and acting awkward.

‘i don’t. i always wanted to try that couple menu.’ he said, staring intensely into your eyes.

‘so you’re single ?’ you gulped. you found it hard to breath. diluc was intimidating, way more than through text.

he caressed your hand over the table. ‘of course i’m single, why would i date you if i wasn’t ?’ it made sense indeed but you had to make sure.

‘why that ?’ he added ‘interested ?’

you smiled and finally found an occasion to flirt back. ‘of course, why would i date you if i wasn’t ?’

‘using my own words against me ? you like to do that a lot do you’ he giggled before taking a sip from his drink and you imitated him; not taking your eyes off his stunning face.

diluc let go of your hand only when the two plates arrived. it smelt really good, waking up your stomach who growled loud enough for diluc to spot the noise.

‘hungry ?’ he asked, a gentle smile on his lips.

‘a little bit.’ you took your fork to start eating. the taste was almost as good as the scent, and you almost had a food orgasm. ‘it’s super good !’ you exclaimed before eating more.

‘not as good as your look. you’re gorgeous today y/n’ he replied, taking a bite of his own part of the plate.

you almost blushed to his sudden compliment. the satisfied expression on diluc’s face was hot as fuck. he visibly was proud to have you reacting so well to what he called his favorite place to eat in town.

you finally got to relax a bit, and the bad feeling you had before coming, faded away. instead you felt ecstatic. the conversation with diluc was flowing. the food was good. diluc was just like you thought he would be after your last texts and call, and even better.

you couldn’t say it started so well between you two after you attacked him on Internet several times. but you were here now, with him, enjoying your day, and only for that, you didn’t regret any of your past actions that led you here now.

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[taronismysugerdaddy]

Hey this is a Jimmy x reader

Story contains smut🥵

Jimmy has been with Y/N for 2 years. They met at a coffee shop and they have been inseparable since, Jimmy told Y/N about his past and she accepted him for who he was. Jimmy had swore he changed that he was a different man now. But after a few months Y/N could see a change in Jimmys attitude, like when they were out he would smile and wink at other women Y/N didn't like this at all. he said he changed but he lied so, Y/N decided to show him how it feels when he flirts with other women right in front if her.

Jimmy and Y/N were at a fancy restaurant jimmy was looking at some black haired waitress and he thought you didn't notice “what are you looking at jimmy” Y/N asked with a little bit of venom in her tone jimmy looked back at Y/N “oh… it just an old friend i used to know” Y/N was about to say something when a very attractive male waiter came up to the table the type Jimmy would hate for you to be around this was Y/N’s chance.

Y/N smiled at the waiter when he came up to the table, he smiled back

“And what can I help you both with tonight?” the waiter says as he keeps looking at Y/N, Y/N plays with hair and smirks looking the waiter up and down she bites her lip “i'll just have another bottle of wine and what do you want Jimbo?” Y/N looked at Jimmy and he was already looking at her a little angry. She knows he hates that nickname but she called him that anyway.

“Im good” he said while he was staring at Y/N intensely. The waiter wrote down what Y/N wanted and turned to her “ok no problem i'll get that for you now ma’am” Y/N smiled at him “thank you handsome” she winked he started to blush.

At this point Jimmy was furious he kept staring at her. He then leaned over the table a little and whispered angrily “what the fuck was that about Y/N, what the fuck do you think your doing?” Y/N acted innocent “i..i don't know what you're talking about baby” she looked at him with innocent eyes. “ oh don't act all innocent with me Y/N I know exactly what you are trying to do” he sat back in the chair “ oh really and what am i trying to do exactly jimmy”

Jimmy stood up and went over to Y/N's side of the table “ get up we are leaving” Y/N stood up “why are we leaving?” jimmy pulls Y/N close to him and whispers “ because i need to remind you how you belong too”

Y/N grabbed her bag and smirked. Jimmy threw money onto the table and started to walk out. Y/N followed him.

The whole car ride back home was silent till they pulled up in the driveway. Jimmy huffed angrily “ what the fuck was that back at the restaurant?” jimmy asked and looked over at Y/N “what the fuck do you mean what the fuck was that, you dont think i see what you do? Jimmy you were practically ripping that waitress' clothes off with your eyes and you don't think i didn't see you the other times we have been out” Y/N started to cry a little “ honey im sorry…im sorry i know exactly what i'm doing it's just you know what my past is like… im not used to been with one person but i know it's you that i want” he said calmly as he held her face with his hands “i promise baby it will never happen again i swear to you” Y/N looked him in the eye he was actually sorry and he was not lying this time she could tell.

“So does this mean I'm off the hook?” she asks “oh no your not, get that ass of yours into the house now missy” jimmy and Y/N get out of the car and go into the house before Y/N could but her bag down and take her heels off jimmy had her pinned against the door. “You think that was smart? that you would get away with it” jimmy said as he kissed Y/Ns neck feeling her body pulling at her black and red rose dress. Y/N moaned “ i was just trying to show you how it feeling and i guess it worked” Y/N smirked “dont get fucking cocky baby or i might have to fuck you harder then I was going to.” Jimmy picked Y/N up and carried her to the kitchen counter and softly placed her down. He kissed her and started to undress himself, taking off his black polo neck and his suit pants throwing them on the ground. “Take me to the bedroom” Y/N moaned jimmy picked her up again and carried her to the bedroom without taking his lips off hers

He tossed her on the bed and got on top of her, he grabbed her face coming down closer to her so she could feel his breath on her face she could smell the wine from earlier “if you ever pull that shit again I’ll make sure I fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week” this made y/n moan and her panties wet she couldn’t help herself jimmy smirked and pulled Y/Ns dress up and her panties down he kissed her lower belly all the way down to her pussy he slowly eat her pussy out till she came Y/N was shaking with pleasure “you tasted so good babygirl” jimmy kissed Y/N on the lips sp she could taste herself don’t you taste good baby girl?” Jimmy asked as he reached down and played with your clit slowly “yes daddy…I do” she replied biting her lip moaning

"oh baby your so wet " jimmy laughed smiling cockily as he slowly rubbed her clit "jimmy...fuck me please I need you inside me...NOW" Y/N begged "as you wish honey " he said as he got up and positioned himself to her wet pussy he gently rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her slit "please baby stop teasing me I need you" she begged without a warning he rammed his cock into her and Y/N let out a yell, gripping onto his shoulders.

Jimmy lays one hand on her waist and the other on the head board of the bed as he leans over her ramming his cock in and out of her Y/N arches her back “fuck yes Jimmy I’m going to cum!!!” She closes her eyes tightly about to cum when jimmy grabbed her face and comes closer to her “open your eyes baby look at me while you cum for me” he grunts while he fucks her faster she doses as she is told and looks her boyfriend in the eye as both of them cum.

Jimmy falls back into the bed and pulls her in closer to him she could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest there was a small silence until she broke it “I’m sorry” Y/N simply says “you don’t have to be sorry love I was being a dick but…if you ever pull that shit again I’ll handcuff you to the bed and leave you here so no other man can ever look at you again…you hear me princess?” He looks at her “yes I do” she cuddles into him “good now let’s get some sleep we have a big day tomorrow.

“I love you baby girl”.

“I love you too Jimmy”.

[laceyjane44]

GaaSaku 2023 FanFest Day15

Prompt: One Night Stand

(Day 14, continued)

Staring ahead to the wall beside her, Sakura dared not move a muscle.

The bed was warm, her pillows fluffed, and the room had been tidy and smelled clean. She had slept like a rock, hadn’t set an alarm to wake herself up, and when her eyes finally opened to the bands of morning sunlight coming in through the blinds, reality came crashing down on her.

The wall was not painted the color of her bedroom, the sheets were not the same thread count – but better, and the comforter laid over her was not hers alone; she had company.

She hadn’t needed to turn around to know who shared this bed with her, after all, she had spent the whole evening with him, and the night as well. She took a quiet breath and slowly exhaled, thinking over how she was going to handle this situation.

The night before had been a pleasant surprise, she’d never been so boldly approached while also being treated with such care. Gaara was a confident man but hadn’t been an arrogant one, he was a natural flirt it seemed, but he would do away with it the moment he felt it wasn’t received; his company and been an easy and pleasant one.

Are you really gonna walk out on our first date like that?

Sakura could feel herself blush.

She should have read the signs before going out to eat with him, but…maybe if she had she would’ve refused. He was undeniably attractive, though he hadn’t immediately been her type, and as the night had worn on his attention became easier to accept. Leaving the restaurant, he had escorted her the short walk to the local cocktail bar and held the door for her like a gentleman. The bar was a little fancier than the restaurant, and they were given a small booth and a waiter to bring their drinks.

His demeanor had certainly changed after his comment about their date. Once she had accepted it and agreed to continue their night, he began placing his hand on the small of her back or tapping her feet with his own under the table. He’d already shown he wasn’t shy about sharing a straw with her and had offered to share their cocktails as well so that she could try some different ones. Fruity, refreshing, spiced and sweet; they had been delicious, and she sipped slowly, finding that she wanted their date to last just a little longer.

When the drinks were finished, though, she asked if his car was back at the movies. No, Gaara had said, it’s at my sister’s. After successfully monopolizing her time, he had admitted that he’d come to the movies with his siblings, and they had consequently left without him. Sakura had laughed, though she felt a little excited at the fact that he had sought her out in that opportune moment. Offering him a ride back to his place, he accepted and showed her the way.

At his house, her heart was suddenly racing, her blood was pumping through her veins, and she was still contemplating with her next move. Well, this is me, he had said as he pulled on the door handle. Sakura had shut her car off and suddenly asked, Can I come in and use your bathroom? Of course, he hadn’t refused, and of course he’d offered her a glass of water once they were inside, he even took her jacket.

Gaara lived alone, she soon noticed, and she was surprised to see that he owned a house, though she could tell he didn’t have an eye for decorating. Everything was clean, however, it appeared that he liked keeping things tidy and it had the added benefit of making her feel more comfortable. She used his bathroom, took an extra minute to stare at herself in the bathroom mirror; cheeks a little flushed, face looking halfway determined and halfway ready to run.

But running wasn’t an option, not tonight, and she pointed at her reflection, looking deep into her own eyes before returning to Gaara, and muttered, don’t be a wuss.

Her adrenaline had kicked in and her mind was racing so much that she couldn’t really recall exactly how they had made it into his bedroom, but she vividly remembered being pressed into the bed by the weight of his body and how satisfying it felt to be held in intimacy again. Theirs had been a slow and passionate night. Once her clothes started dropping to the floor, she couldn’t remember a second when his hands weren’t on her, when his breath wasn’t ghosting across her skin. There had been a moment or two that she felt awkward and embarrassed, but Gaara didn’t dwell on them, and it made it easier for her not to as well.

Maybe all the excitement and mix of emotions from throughout the day had caught up with her, or maybe she was just that tired, but after the end of their entanglement he had gathered her in his arms and, at some point, she’d fallen asleep there. Fingertips sliding along her skin, stroking her hair, the steady rhythm of his heart as she laid her head on his chest; they had lulled her to sleep in that soft, warm, and inviting bed that had unexpectedly found her.

The light of day could be a harsh one, though, and now her heart was racing for all different reasons.

Without trying to make too much of a disturbance, she reached out to the bedside stand where her phone was sitting and turned on the screen. It was 8:32am, she had a good-morning text from her mom and her friend sent her a chain of meme’s sometime during the early hours of the morning, and the rest of her notifications made her heart drop.

11:43pm

????

12:32am

Look Im sorry.

Awkward, considering that Gaara was dick deep in her by that point.

 1:07am

You just gonna ignore me?

She shouldn’t, it really wasn’t like her, but after a minute of contemplation she unlocked her phone and opened her text thread with him. Her fingers shook a little as she typed, perhaps nervous, likely just mad, and she pressed send.

Something came up.

She slowly exhaled and shut off her phone, she didn’t want to know if he answered or not.

But now…what to do about her current predicament? Sakura quietly leaned up in the bed, glancing at the floor and taking inventory of where her clothes had ended up. She saw her jeans by the door, her sweatshirt had been lost somewhere close by, and her bra was somewhere at the foot of the bed, she was sure. If she were quick enough, she might be able to snag everything and make a hasty exit.

Carefully, she lifted up the comforter and slid her legs out the side of the bed. The box-spring creaked a little as she lifted her weight off the mattress and she welcomed the carpeted floor under her bare feet. She picked up her sweatshirt and pulled it over her head, her tank top had still been tangled with it and she rolled it up along with her bra from the floor. She bent down to pick up her jeans, the sound of the comforter shifting gave her pause, and when she rose again with her pants clutched in her hands, Gaara was sitting up in bed; hair a mess, skin painted in the bands of light from window, and watching her with those intense azure eyes.

He smirked at her, amused. “Good morning,” he said, his voice smooth and even, hadn’t he just woken up?

“Morning,” Sakura said, a shy smile on her face. She was glad she’d found her sweatshirt; it was long enough to cover her…well, bits. “Sleep well?” she asked, thinking the question awkward seeing as it wasn’t her house.

He chuckled at her, leaning back against the wall behind his bed. “I do live here.”

She smiled, it was an embarrassed one, and she looked at the floor. “Right,” she said, feeling a little silly but surprisingly not as nervous as she thought she would be. So, she continued, “Thanks for last night, it was fun.”

Gaara grinned, his eyes looking over the bare skin of her legs with his lip pulled between his teeth. “You’re very welcome.”

She looked down and to the side again, her heart fluttering. He’d made that face at her last night, too. “Anyway,” she said as she unrolled her jeans and pulled them up over her legs. Gaara watched as she did and pouted a little once she’d dressed herself. “I should probably get going.” His expression changed again, and he looked crestfallen this time. “Where’s my jacket?”

“It’s in the coat closet by the front door,” he answered as he got out of bed. He was naked, just as she had been, and Sakura quickly looked away though she internally questioned why; she’d quite literally gotten acquainted with him in the early hours of that very morning. Gaara pulled on a pair of sweatpants and picked up her underwear from the other nightstand. He approached her and handed out her undergarment. “Though, I didn’t take you for the hit-it-and-quit-it type.”

“Oh, um,” Sakura flushed red in the face and she floundered for her next words. “Well, I…I wasn’t expecting to–”

“You think I went to the movies expecting to?” he teased. Sakura grabbed her underwear and quickly folded them discreetly into her tank top. Her hair was still a mess, Gaara liked that, she was flustered and kneading her bundle of clothes in her hands, he thought it was cute. “If you’d rather expect it next time, then you can give me your number and I’ll ask you out again.”

It was her turn to bite her lip, and Gaara’s turn to get excited over it. “You…want to do this again?” she asked, looking at him now and studying his face. She’d thought this just a fling, maybe just a one-night stand, she hadn’t wanted to assume and look desperate, but…had he thought differently?

Gaara shrugged, that same casual demeanor from the day before, though this time he reached a hand out to her hip and drew his arms around her waist. “The movie, the dinner, the drinks.” He leaned in and pressed his temple to hers, taking a deep breath and continuing with a relaxed and raspy sigh, “Or whatever else you want, just say the word.”

Sakura allowed herself to stand there in his arms, feeling desired and…well, here she was; with attention and care, with consideration and a clear message of wanting. She hadn’t thought about what the morning would bring, it had been so far away the night before, but it brought her someone that adapted to fit her into his evening and she hadn’t needed to compete for, someone who had – inadvertently – caused her to realize that she had been underappreciated.

She leaned into him a little, resting her head against his shoulder and contemplating the feel of it. “Okay.”

Gaara had helped her gather her things; her coat from the closet, her shoes from the hall, her keys from where they’d been left on the counter, and offered her something to eat before she left, though she had refused. She said she had plans for later that day and he wouldn’t question it, though he did make sure to send her a text the moment she gave him her number. When he met her at the door, she stood there a little awkwardly in the face of their goodbye. Gaara, however, was bold enough to ask for another kiss.

She ducked her head to hide her impulsive smile, and when she felt she wouldn’t betray a cool demeanor, she met him halfway. Arms around his neck, slouched against him and enjoying the way his arms wrapped around her waist and how his hand squeezed her hip. Sakura left after that, a smile on her lips and a weightlessness in her chest that she hadn’t felt for a long time. There was no telling what would come of this; it had been exceedingly unanticipated, but she was excited to find out.

Inside his home, Gaara let out steady and controlled breath.

It had been difficult to keep his cool all evening, especially when she had asked to come inside after dropping him off. He hadn’t expected that, and his heart had nearly flipped in his throat when she shut her car off and walked in with him. He offered to take her jacket; again, surprised that she took it off and gave it to him, and he distinctly remembered thinking, you staying a while?

Where’s the bathroom?

Down the hall.

He even got her some water, and when she returned it had been about five minutes before she had responded to a casual graze of the hand by pulling him into a kiss and he’d been simply lost in her after that. When she allowed herself to be held against him after their impassioned exchange, he made sure that she was comfortable, that with every stroke of his fingers against her skin she became more relaxed and he felt a peculiar satisfaction in knowing she’d fallen asleep there in his arms. Even though his insomnia often kept him awake, eventually he fell asleep, too, and upon waking every so often he would find her there and reach out to her.

He was sure that in some way there was another guy, and he didn’t know who he was, but he didn’t care; he was certain he could do better, and that he likely already had.

Gaara went back to his bedroom and grabbed his phone. His brother had texted him asking about the girl he left with, his sister had called him an asshole, and he dialed up her number. It rang a few times and when she answered with a loving, what do you want? he greeted back, “Hey, I need you to bring me my car.”

“Fuck off,” she said, as if she’d been waiting all morning to do so, and he had a good-natured smile on his face when he looked at the screen of her dropped call.

“I suppose I deserve that.”

Thanks for reading!

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FanFiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/2120361/WiccadBaltane0501

[what-if-nct]

What are some things that make you feel grateful for life? Wishing u a lot of sunshine & love & happiness

Well for sure my friends and some of my family like my uncles, and sister. And my grandma even though she passed I'm still grateful for her. And my best friend is like my second sister, people think we're sisters, we've been friends for like 15 years we met in middle school. And she's my oldest friend. And even though we've had fights she's still like my sister and I know she's always there for me and I will always do anything I can for her. And I'm just so grateful for her. You know how every best friend duo has the "adult" and the "child" we're both when it calls for it but I'm the child and she's the adult. But both in the unhinged sense she's always flirting with waiters and cashiers and starts all of our spicy public convos and yelled I need dick in the middle of the mall.

I'm like Zach in the try guys Costco video where he kept disappearing And returning with random things. I always do that and she's like where the hell did you find that and I'm like over there. Once ran to the cart with a giant ass dollhouse we were not near the doll aisle. But when the roles are reversed she's being too nice and I have to tell her to block someone and stop talking to strange men. I can't leave her alone without her going " that creepy man said something to me don't leave me" and I'm like please just walk away from them.

We could not see each other for months and pick up where we left off. Like she's my platonic soulmate. I know at least one of my past lives and I just know she was in that brothel with me. I did a past life regression, I was a prostitute, honestly it made my life make so much fucking sense. Anyway I love my best friend. We have this thing where we drag out our names when we did a bad thing. And the other says "what did you do?" For instance like our whole friend group slept with the same guy at separate times. And last year I hung out with him even though he isn't allowed to parties cause he'll fuck someone, most likely me. And I called her and said a long drawn out version of her name and she said what did you do and I said his name and she dramatically said "nooo" then immediately said "is his dick still big?" She's ridiculous and I love her. Also the guy's cute he has long dirty blonde hair and green eyes and is so cuddly I can't help it.

[xoxochb]

Could I request a best friends to lovers with Leo x reader where they pretend to fake date

I’ve been thinking about how if the seven stopped at like a restraaunt or something while on their journey that the waiter would notice all the couples and would offer up free desserts (yk how sometimes they have anniversary sundaes) 🍦🍽️ I could totally see the waiter being like “aww should I get ice creams for the three couples?” and Leo out of nowhere being like “you mean four?”

Everyone else, including the reader, are like ???? And Leo just flirts with them the whole night to get a free sundae (at the end of the night when they get back on the ship he confesses possibly?)

I’m like 70% sure I’ve requested this on another account a while ago but if I did I’m not sure if it ever got chosen 😭 so if another fic comes out later that’s similar to this that’s why LMAOO 💀

⋆·˚ ༘ * I’ve loved you three summers now, honey, I want them all

warnings: none

pairing: leo valdez x fem reader

“leo valdez if you don’t stop doing that I’ll rip your organs out!” you slap his shoulder to prevent him from blowing bubbles into his milkshake, overflowing it

he removes his mouth from the straw, “I’d like to see you try”

you sigh before returning to eating your french fries, and soon enough a waiter comes over to the table

“hey guys, should I get sundaes for the three couples?” she asks

“you mean four?” leo piped up

your eyes widen and you look around the table at your friends who all wore similar expressions

“great! I’ll be back with four” the waiter says and walks away

“what was that about?” you turn to leo

he shrugs “free ice cream”

that’s what he says, but in reality he only wishes it had been four real couples, he’s been pining over you for as long as he knew you, but since he was too scared to talk about his feelings he made up an excuse

“oh” you say

when leo catches the waiter eyeing him he knows she’s suspicious about how little you and him had been interacting or touching, it was nothing like a couple. leo thought this was a perfect opportunity to flirt with you, maybe you would take the hint that he likes you?

he throws an arm around your shoulders along with a kiss to your cheek

“what’re you up to?” you ask, suspicious with his actions

he smiles “just appreciating my best friend”

“you’re such a weirdo” you roll your eyes

soon after the waiter comes back with four sundaes, you wanted to eat some but leo ate 3/4 of it so you were left with whatever was left. along with eating all the ice cream he wouldn’t stop flirting with you, constant touches and kisses (to anywhere but your lips, which you didn’t understand because he was being extremely touchy anyways) along with flirty remarks which made your face go red

🍦

once you had finished eating you returned back to the ship. you assumed it had been around seven, too early to go to bed so you went outside to stand by the deck

you had enjoyed a comforting silence for a few minutes until you were disrupted by none other than the boy that flirted with you all night

“why’re you out here? It’s cold” he asks

you sigh “I’m just passing time”

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable earlier” he avoids eye contact when you look at him

“no, it’s fine” you say, but then mumble your next words “I would be lying if I said I didn’t like it”

when leo doesn’t say anything you know he heard you

“I like you y/n, I really do, and I don’t want to mess up my chance with you because you were uncomfortable with me touching you or anything” he pouts

“I already told you you’re fine leo, if I was uncomfortable I would’ve told you” you take his hand in yours and he takes the chance to meet your eyes

“are you sure, because-”

you cut him off with a kiss. is this the only way you can prove that you like him back? you suppose it is

when you pull away you speak “that’s for being an idiot”

small sparks start appearing in his hair, “maybe I should be an idiot more often then”

[spaghettiramblings]

Avoidant Attachment vs Lesbian

For about 2.5 years I thought I was a lesbian. A whole turn of events occurred as well as lots of thinking. Here is the saga that lead up to it, during it, and after.

Age 4 (yes 4) until 14: I enjoyed flirting with boys and holding hands and whatever. I had my first bf in high school. It was quite disgusting and he tried to make me do things I didn't want to do, but I got out physically unscathed. Mentally, damage was done.

Age 17: I went to college and forced one of the four guys in my class to like me. We went to hang out in his dorm to watch a show, and I saw he had something uh... going on. I immediately had a visceral reaction, I became very hot and almost passed out/threw up. I went home and was crying, but forced myself to attend work.

At this point I began a whole process of questioning what the hell was wrong with me. Halfway through freshman year of college, Covid happened and I did remote class for about 1.5 years. This led to a period of obsessive questioning, consumption of the MasterDoc, reading on Reddit and Twitter, and etc. I was confused because although I pursued male attention, my distaste when they wanted me back was strong. I felt like a psycho. I decided that I must not like men because why was I feeling these feelings of disgust toward them? I then spent the next two years wearing the baggiest clothes, pinning my hair back, trying to change my mannerisms, etc. I always enjoyed being masculine, but I think I was so deeply insecure in a man wanting me that I wanted to push them away. I had two failed dates with women and wondered if I would ever be attracted to any in person person ever again.

I was with friends when I went to a neighborhood restaurant. My neighbor happened to be our waiter. I became so flustered and my friends teased me about liking him. I said I didn't like him, and I felt stupid because I knew they were thinking I must not be fully gay. Many times they made shitty comments to me about being gay. Then we went to an army base to visit someone, and I had "love at first sight" with a guy there. This led to a month long LDR situationship that became sexual very quickly, and it destroyed me when I finally had to block him for obvious reasons. At that point, I knew I was at least bisexual. It was like someone pulled the hood from over my eyes. I began to revert back to being somewhat feminine. I felt more confident and accepted more attention from men.

Last year I began social work school. In my human behavior class, there was a lesson on attachment. I read about avoidant attachment and I realized my life's trajectory and reactions to men were because of that, not because of me being gay. Pulling away from men I originally desired attention from is because of insecurity, wanting to hurt someone before they hurt me, and control issues. This was mindblowing to me. I cried for a couple of nights, which I never really do. The past few months have been a journey to understand why I am the way I am. I feel bad for misrepresenting myself, especially with such terrible stereotypes about gay women "always liking men," but I'm glad I am beginning to know more about myself. I was damaging myself more than helping by catering to my own delusions.

But yeah, that's The Saga lmao.

[theotter99]

So, here’s our gang. My PC! Ghurl! He is a warforged that is actually the clone of the real Ghurl. Real Ghurl will be named Emo to make things more simpler. He is a grumpy little halfling. Ryhalla is a travelling bard that is trying to find work and is just happy to be here. Agorn is one of Monsoon’s goons and is friends with Emo. They are all bards. They are about to go on a quest that they appointed themselves because no one else thought they were good enough. 

This is the first time Ghurl and Emo are finally able to meet

The Ghurl’s are drinking at a bar

Waiter: Can i get a name for the order?

The Ghurl’s say their name.

Waiter: That's a weird name.

Ghurl’s: We know.

Waiter leaves

Ghurl: How do you think she spelled it?

Emo: That’s not important right! And we both know how she spelled it

2.Emo: “They told you to stay behind too?”

Ghurl: Yep

Emo: I can't believe they set us bards aside. They said I would be too emotional!

Ghurl: They told me that too!

The two processes to loudly agree, emotional

3.Emo tries to give Ghurl a new name to make things less confusing. Emo tries to name him Robo. It doesn't stick. We spend the whole session referring to both of them as Ghurl.

The whole session,

DM: He then attacks Ghurl

Me: Which one?

4. Ryhalla appears and falls down the stairs. She's struggling to find work because there's too many bards in Waterdeep. She's just happy to be here

5. Agorn appears. He will flirt with Ryhalla the entire session. Ryhalla is clueless 

6. Emo: We have to go back to the sewers. 

No one likes that except for Ryhalla, whose never seen a sewer before

7. Rat people cult returns

8. Ghurl pulls out month’s old cabbage from his bag. Everyone questions why he has cabbage and I as a player doesn’t remember why I have it in my inventory 

9. The gang of four bards walk down the sewer, singing

10. The gang songs throughout the session but needs to fight their greatest enemy, CREATIVE BLOCK, to make the best rocking music 

11. Agorn and Ryhalla uses Vicious Mockery to defeat Creative Block while the Ghurl’s do what they do best- stab it

12. “This song is easy to write, just like how it was easy to do your mom!” 

13. Ryhalla learns that there’s poop in the sewers. She doesn’t want to be there anymore.

14.The bards try to step over a pit, but fails an athletics check and starts yelling for help as they hang on the ledge. Ghurl processes to step over the ledge easily.

The gang: How did you? What's your strength?

Ghurl: Um... 16?

The gang: What? How do you have 16 strength??? You're a bard!

15. Emo: Maybe I still have a chance with that cute carpenter

Ghurl: (Coughing) Oh, oh yeah. Yep. You did.

Emo: What? No. You didn’t! That was supposed to be my date! 

16. The gang has to jump over another pit. Only two bards fall this time. Yay! 

17. The gang makes short jokes at Emo’s expense. Ghurl tries to chime in but Emo says no, Ghurl is tall now and is not allowed to say anything. Ghurl towers over everyone else at 6 foot and 5 inches

18. Emo refers to under his pants as his lucky charms 

19. The Ghurl’s start fighting, hitting each other’s scars and bruises that they got over the years to make it really hurt. Ghurl gets tired and picks up Emo. The halfling starts biting his fingers

20. The gang leaves the sewers and enters a weed shop as “Bad Boys” plays in the background

21. Emo is polymorphed into a T-Rex and looks at Ghurl like, “Look who’s tall now.” 

22. Agorn says he sees Emo as a little brother. Emo is at least five years older than Agorn 

23. The gang goes over enemy lines to play music. It’s a hit! The bugbear audience is waving glow sticks and t-shirts are being sold at the end of the show. We have no idea where the t-shirts came from

24. “The band is breaking up???” “Oh yay! The band is back together!” 

25. Ryhalla: We’ll be back to play same time next week! 

Ghurl: (Sweating) This place won’t exist in a week

26. Purple Nurple 

27. Agorn is still flirting with Ryhalla. Ghurl tells Agorn that he thinks Ryhalla is clueless and that Agorn should just talk to her. Agorn refuses because bards must be dramatic. The DM reveals to me that Ryhalla is asexual. (Me too, girl. Aces unite!) 

28. Ryhalla is just happy to be here

29. The gang jokingly pretends to fall down some stairs. Ghurl then actually falls down the stairs

30. Agorn and Ghurl compares what kind of creatures they’ve slept with. Emo doesn’t what to hear about how a null stepped on his clone’s face

31. Ryhalla mentions she has dark vision. Everyone groans. It’s always dark vision

32. The gang gets stuck in a very tight hallway and is pressed up against each other. Ghurl tries to open a door to escape, but it's a pull door, not a push

33. Emo and Agorn starts arguing because one of them smells and they’re trapped in a stinking hallway! 

34. They are still in that damn hallway

Ryhalla: Ghurl, you feel so warm. Can I hug you?

Agorn: (crying) It could have been me!

35. Ghurl finally manages to open the door and everyone falls into the next room

36. The gang is still in enemy territory that will be attacked in a few days. The gang chats with every enemy like their good friends

37. A goblin shows off a self portrait he did and says how excited he is to retire in a week

Ghurl: (crying) This place isn’t going to exist in a week

38. The gang is trying to convince everyone that they are the hired entertainment

Ghurl: Someone must be celebrating something? An anniversary? A birthday?

Random foot solider: (Gasping) You, you guys didn’t. (He feels like the luckiest person in the world) You did this for my birthday? 

39. Ghurl: How old are you turning?

Solider: Eight.

40. Birthday foot solider: I can’t wait to live out my adult years!

Ghurl: (Crying again) This place won’t exist in a week

41. The most epic happy birthday song is performed 

42. An actual fight happens! Not with creative block! 

43. Ryhalla takes out a saxophone and star sunglasses. Agorn uses his drums. Emo borrows Ghurl’s warlute. Ghurl, the robot, has a set of piano keys come out of him. They pose, ready to fight. A rock version of Undertale's Death by Glamour plays. The coolest art piece made by Doctor Yog is posed. “Let’s show them what a couple of bards can do.” They fight!

44. Four bugbears crit fails and kill themselves 

45. The general of the group taunts both Ghurl’s about kidnapping and cutting off their sister’s arm. The gang precedes to put all of their debuffs on him. He is slow, paralyzed, prone, and is stuck with reverse bardic inspiration. All while he is forced to dance. The general is truly humiliated 

46. With the power of music, the gang does one last attack and the general dissolves into nothingness 

47. The DM is shocked. The general never got to make a single move 

48. Ryhalla decides to call their band, “Death by Glamour”

49. Ryhalla gets a job in Forced Gray and everyone jumps for joy to celebrate, even grumpy little Emo

50. Emo learns the power of family and that he is truly, truly loved, despite his fear of opening up and loving others. He is happy. The silly, silly session ends with me crying 

I had my solo dnd session last night and I feel like I need to write down every single silly thing that happened. For what's better than one bard on a quest?

4 bards!