arnesisapseudonym · 7 months ago
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holy shart my blog is a year old wtf also FUCK YOU BOAZ GET OUT HERE SO WE CAN THROW DOWN
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miciiq · 6 months ago
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Happy Birthday Shinonome Ena 2024!
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deus-ex-mona · 2 years ago
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happy birthday minami!!!!
…it’s still minami day somewhere in the world, right~? right~?
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theonottsbxtch · 3 months ago
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Secret Sister | OP81
in which lando has a secret sister and oscar falls hard and fast
oscar piastri x norris!reader
fc: sophia birlem
a/n: lol hello this is my first ever smau, everyone say thank you rianna. hope you enjoy this and if you have any requests lmk!
landonorris:
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happy 21st birthday to this gremlin, ig being your big brother is fun or whatever @/ynnorris
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userone: i’m sorry i beg your pardon what
usertwo: someone say sike rn
maxfewtrell: lando you’re going to break the internet with this post
userthree: a bit too late
userfour: YOU KNEW?!
ynnorris: guys i’ve been held captive for 21 years. dobby is free!
yourbestfriend: how long have you been waiting to say that?
ynnorris: 3 years
userfive: how did lando manage to pull this off for so long?!
oscarpiastri: you have a sister??
maxverstappen1: lando what?
usersix: it’s the way lando just hardlaunched that he had a sister for me 😭
alex_albon: I KNEW IT
georgerussell63 : i’m so sorry i never believed you
alex_albon: i was onto him back in 2019, you guys just thought i was delusional😞
userseven: moral of the story, always trust alex
ynnorris
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hello world. twenty first and graduation? now you guys know who the smartest norris is xx
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landonorris: you’re public for one day and you already start publicly bullying me wtf
userone: oh i like her already
usertwo: sorry did i just see she graduated in computer science? from edinburgh? we love an educated queen
yourbestfriend: world’s hottest programmer
ynnorris: get it on a top
yourbestfriend: yes ma’am
userthree: why did she have to wait until her 21st to post? i’m so confused 😭
userfour: maybe lando didnt want her to be in the limelight and now that she’s an adult she’s in control of it?
userthree: oh that makes sense
ynnorris: he just didn’t want people to know that his sister is 100x cooler than him
userfive: yn pls 😭😭😭
oscarpiastri: hello
ynnorris: hello
landonorris: not happening
usersix: oh no poor lando 😭
maxverstappen1: @/landonorris i refuse to believe she’s real, tell her to come to monaco with a birth certificate
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just arrived to monaco and lan’s ditched me for max, give me recs x
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userone: i love that she thinks we’re rich enough to ever be in monaco
usertwo: the waterfront!
yourbestfriend: what happened to “we’ll go together”?
ynnorris: you chose your girlfriend over me 😁
yourbestfriend: she is quite literally graduating today
ynnorris: then don’t complain x
userthree: that’s a few too many suitcases no?
oscarpiastri: the vaundé bakery or the hiking trail
ynnorris: noted 🫡
userfour: something is going to happen between them two i’m calling it now
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i guess i understand why lando left gloomy london for this
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userone: where are the insta detectives, is that the bakery oscar recommended
usertwo: it is!
userthree: is that oscar?
oscarpiastri: no
userthree: oh no he’s experiencing his first heartbreak
landonorris: lol
userfour: foul
userfive: she’s living the dream
yourbestfriend: i miss u
ynnorris: come here, lando said i could invite anyone
landonorris: i did not.
ynnorris: do you want mum and dad to find out what happened to the clutch of their old fiesta?
landonorris: @/yourbestfriend what i meant to say is you’re more than welcome
usersix: she’s so effortlessly funny
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monaco over and out, see you soon 😉
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userone: is that oscar??
usertwo: god she is so pretty
userthree: i know oscar’s back when i see it
oscarpiastri: photo credits? 🙄
userfour: i knew it!
ynnorris: the photos are mediocre at best
oscarpiastri: take them down then, copyright 😤
ynnorris: big baby 😤
userfive: wait they’re so cute
maxfewtrell: oh yn
yourbestfriend: he’s going to kill you
landonorris: is that my balcony?
landonorris: answer the phone yn
ynnorris: no x
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palajae · 6 months ago
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pov: everyone thinks you’re lonely asf but that’s certainly not the case…
PAIRING... ni-ki x f!reader | GENRE... smau, secret relationship! au, fluff, romance, humor | warnings: food, i think that’s it??
a/n ▸ tried something a little different while im on break due to exam season :)
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ynln aquarium!!!!!!
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yfun CUTIE liked by author!
yfun 💕💕💕
ynln i should’ve brought you with me instead… yfun instead?
user did you go alone lol
sunoo.ing fr 🤔
user1 omg invite me next time
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n.riki.120905 me and my bestie steve
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yy_jungwon yoiii why didn’t you take me
simjakeyun excuse me who is steve 🤨
n.riki.120905 second slide??? simjakeyun aint no way i got replaced by a stingray
lee.heehee steve is a mood
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yfun EXCUSE ME Y/N Y/L/N
yfun AT NIGHT
yfun BY YOURSELF (?&;!;:
ynln for once i was indeed not alone 🙏
yy_jungwon omg you went out
ynln and you went to the gym !! yy_jungwon bruh how’d you know that
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n.riki.120905 late night shenanigans 😝
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yy_jungwon i hope you fell down those stairs
n.riki.120905 is this because i made you do five sets instead of three yesterday
jong_park02 why were you out so late??
simjakeyun there goes mother jay again
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yfun replied: who is that??
user replied: that looks too good neidjendne
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n.riki.120905 call me the animal whisperer
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simjakeyun stop hanging out with these animals and pick up my call instead
simjakeyun why have you been so busy recently
hooniezz dang niki don’t like you anymore simjakeyun who hooniezz ?? what simjakeyun who asked
user dogs >>> cats
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ynln best decision ever was volunteering at the animal shelter <3
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yfun omfg whose kitty is that 🥹🥹
user more like whose hands are those 👀
yy_jungwon why that cat looking kinda…
sunoo.ing familiar?
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sunoo.ing replied: wait a minute…
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ynln why study for exams when you can not 😌
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yfun IS THAT A GUY I SEE
yfun STEALING MY Y/N FROM ME
user wtf you have a boyfriend !?!!;&:
sunoo.ing no way that’s who i think it is 😭😭
ynln idk what you’re talking about??? sunoo.ing i feel betrayed
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n.riki.120905 the best company ❤️
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ynln awww ig i could say the same to you 🙄
ynln bro what is with that second pic
sunoo.ing I KNEW IT
lee.heehee yo what did i miss
simjakeyun 💔💔
jong_park02 i’ve never seen ni-ki look so happy
simjakeyun ❤️‍��❤️‍🩹
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ynln happy birthday to the best boyfie!!! 😼😻 thanks for the best year and here’s to the next ones 🫶
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yfun IM CRYING THE HARD LAUNCH
yfun MY Y/N CAN PULL 🤧
ynln HEY
yy_jungwon y’all cute ig… liked by author!
hooniezz i approve
n.riki.120905 nobody asked :D
n.riki.120905 i love you liked by author!
ynln ilyt 🥰 simjakeyun oh no am i the third wheel now sunoo.ing you’ve always been the third wheel..
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a/n ▸ i got inspired by various writers on this platform to make this but anyway this is the beginning and end of jae’s smau era. it was fun but i can’t do this anymore it took literal HOURS (jk who knows 👀). hope you enjoyed tho as i crawl back into my study cave for the next couple of weeks :))
MAIN TAGLIST ▸ @precioussoulofmine @kynrki @heesterical @nvertheless @duolingofanaccount
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httpiastri · 2 months ago
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more than enough – jmm21
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you hate your birthday, but pepe is determined to change your mind.
genre: fluff/a little angsty/comfort
pairing: reader x college!pepe marti, ft christian mansell and sebastian montoya
warnings: uhhh anxiety and such ?? idk
word count: 2.6k
author's note: just like last year, this is merely a very self-indulgent birthday gift to myself (and a bit of a late birthday gift for a friend on here who confided in me about not liking their birthday either), so sorry if you don't relate but i needed to write this for myself despite how painful it was. not happy with how it turned out but, i had to get it out of my system. <3 (also not proofread because i will freak out likely aaaaa)
this is mostly a standalone fic but ig it kinda works as college!pepe so i put that there. i got this idea at my mom's birthday back in march but never actually wrote it until this last week... also loosely based on a tiktok that really spoke to me.
also! this doesn't really work with the headcanon of pepe, seb and chris all sharing an apartment, but i wanted it this way. i also wasn't comfortable including gaby or hermes, so i used the names nora and emma for seb's and chris's respective gfs. :)
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"why didn't you tell me your birthday is next week?"
the question is innocent enough, only borderline accusing, but something tightens in your stomach nonetheless. you don't look up from the pot in your hand, however, instead continuing to scrub it with your dishbrush like it's no big deal. "who told you that?"
pepe chuckles as he makes his way over to your side, leaning against the counter as he looks at you. "emma," he tells you, crossing his arms over his chest. "going to answer my question now?"
"i must've forgotten to tell you."
"oh, come on..." your boyfriend shakes his head. "is there a reason i wasn't allowed to know? did i do something? do you not trust me? am i-"
"pepe," you say, his name followed by a sigh as you look over to him in hopes of stopping his rambling. "it's nothing personal."
"what is it, then?" he presses, eyes following your hands as they begin to rinse the pot he'd cooked your pasta in just a couple hours ago. "why don't you want to tell me?"
you take a deep breath, shrugging your shoulders before turning off the tap. "i just... i'm not a big fan of my birthday."
the biggest understatement of the year.
you hate your birthday.
for a number of reasons, really. some to do with your family and childhood; many to do with your own inner thoughts and feelings.
you hate how it reminds you of every bad birthday you had as a kid. you hate how it makes you hopeful that people will remember and congratulate you, because you hate how painful it is when they don't. you hate how you always get reminded of how little people seem to care, and how they always prioritize themselves even on what's supposed to be your day.
it's too much of a mess to explain to him right now – maybe, hopefully, one day you'll have the energy and courage to go through it all.
you hadn't forgotten to tell pepe; you had just been silently hoping he wouldn't address it, and that everyone else would forget, too. but apparently, you have a snitch in your friend group. "what do you mean?" pepe asks.
"i'd much rather not celebrate it." you place the pot on the drying rack, wiping your hands on your towel hanging by the stove before turning to him. "a lot of stuff regarding my birthday just makes me really upset. if i could, i'd just... make it disappear, honestly."
your eyes flicker to the floor, fingers nervously fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt. he can tell you don't want to get into it, and he won't push you. instead, he opens his arms wide, taking a step forward. you accept the offer instantly, arms wrapping around his waist as he pulls you close.
the air in your little dorm room isn't as thick as you had expected it to be when telling him all of this – but at the same time, you aren't surprised. pepe has always had a way of grounding you, making everything seem a bit easier. "i can't make it completely disappear, i think," he says, placing his chin on top of your head. "but i can pretend for you."
you hum contently, letting your eyes close for a few moments. "that would be great."
he remains quiet for a couple of seconds, but then he can't stop himself from talking again. "do you really not want anything? no party? you threw me that party for my birthday, i'd feel guilty not doing anything back."
"i did it because you had a fun time and you like those things, and because i enjoyed planning it. but i was really hoping i could skip all that," you answer, pulling away ever so slightly to look up at him with a sheepish expression. "i would honestly rather have dinner with you, emma, nora, sebas, chris... maybe get some takeout from that new indian place down the road?"
to pepe's ears, you sound more than just a tiny bit crazy – but your being so different from him is one of the things that attracted him in the first place. he nods, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. "whatever you say, love."
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"where did your girl go?" emma asks the second pepe slumps into a free seat by the cafeteria table.
your boyfriend shoots a glance over his shoulder back to the serving line before setting his plate down. "they were out of rice so she's just waiting for a new batch," he says with a shrug.
"okay then, let's be quick before she gets here," emma speaks up again. "what are we doing for her birthday? it's just a few days away, but i think we can pull something off."
"me and seb were talking about throwing her a surprise party," nora says, looking over at sebastian who's nodding excitedly.
pepe, however, lets out a dismissive sound and swats the air with his hand. "no, forget about that," he says, stuffing a spoonful of pasta into his mouth. "she doesn't want any of that."
nora snorts. "what? of course she does."
"you know, pepe," emma counters, eyebrows raised at the spaniard. "every girl will tell you that she doesn't want a surprise party. don't bother, i don't care, you don't have to do all that for me! but in reality, we're all secretly craving it."
pepe considers her words for a few moments; maybe there is some truth in them after all. maybe all you did was try to act modest, to put the idea in his head so he would make the right choice.
but you weren't the one to bring up the subject – he was. he remembers clearly how you were doing your very best to avoid talking about your birthday at all, and the memory of how tough of a subject it seemed like to you is still etched into his mind. he thinks you were so brave to confide in him like that, and so he needs to stand up for you. he can't dishonor your trust.
"trust me, guys. she really doesn't want it." he ignores the groans of the people around him, taking a few sips of his water before continuing. "can't we all just grab some dinner on saturday instead? maybe that new indian place?"
"works for me," christian joins in. "how about presents, then?"
"right, are we all buying something together, or separate gifts?" emma fills in.
pepe shakes his head yet again. "i don't think she wants that, either." his words are followed by a long silence, which makes him unable to hold back a chuckle. "just paying for the food should be enough."
nora sighs dramatically, the palms of her hands pressing into the sides of her face. "and i'm supposed to just trust you, huh?" she asks and pepe merely shrugs, focusing back on his food. "hope you're not messing with us here, marti."
"i have no idea what he said, but he usually is," your voice spreads through the group as you finally take a seat at the table. "fill me in and i'll help you decide if he's just being annoying."
"i was just telling them about what mr. peterson said yesterday," pepe says quickly. "about what he'll do to everyone who fails the exam."
you throw your head back laughing, nodding instantly. "oh my god, that was hilarious. so, it started with someone on the front row asking about..."
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pepe loves birthdays. his own, too, but mostly he finds himself looking forward to his friends' birthdays and longing to celebrate the important people in his life. he loves picking out gifts, planning celebrations, and making sure everything is perfect. it just comes naturally for him to be caring and detailed in that way.
but while pepe eagerly awaits your birthday, you couldn't even come close to feeling the same way.
most years, you spend the weeks leading up to your birthday dreading it, and the day of your birthday crying, because your birthday reminds you of everything you try to forget year-round.
pepe wants to make the day perfect for you, but he also obviously doesn't want to do too much. it's a hard task, but he's set on making it work – and the first step is getting a cake.
his first thought was to get you something huge, something to properly convey what he thinks you deserve and how much he loves you. though, it didn't take long for him to realize that something like that would be way too much for you. instead, he settled on a more basic yellow cake with some kind of white coating that the lady in the bakery recommended to him, and dropped by the grocery store near campus to buy sprinkles and a bunch of candles.
the end product is a little messy, but created with so much love, and pepe knows you're going to adore it. what he doesn't know is how he managed to keep you away from his refrigerator and the surprise hiding in it all night yesterday, but it doesn't matter – all that matters is that you're currently still sleeping soundlessly in his bed, with no clue of what's going on over in the kitchen.
pepe's hands are trembling slightly as he lights up the candles; he is a little nervous, he will admit, but he's also excited at the same time. he can't wait to see the look of surprise on your face, so he hurries up and places the cake on a tray along with two cups of coffee.
he silently curses at the way his bedroom door creaks when he pushes it open with his foot, but thankfully you don't move a single muscle. he carefully scoots over to the side of the bed, sitting down next to you and balancing the tray in his lap. he reaches over with one hand to your cheek, thumb tracing along your skin, fingers settling under your jaw. "mi amor," he whispers, a soft hum leaving his lips as he watches your eyelids slowly flutter open. "happy birthday."
it takes a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the sunshine lighting up the room, but when they do, they can't help but focus on him. the goofy grin on his lips, the messy hair, the-
the cake on his lap.
you push yourself up to sit in bed, rubbing some sleep out of your eyes. you're mistaken, surely? you're still half-asleep, you must've imagined it...
but no amount of blinking makes the cake disappear. the little flames of the candles swaying in the air, the single drop of stearic rolling down the side of a candle, the rainbow sprinkles sticking to the top and sides of the cake – it's all very real.
pepe was so sure this was the right way to go. but seeing the tears begin to seep out of the corners of his eyes makes him horrified. he messed up.
he knew the sprinkles would be too much. and that amount of candles, what was he thinking? he definitely went overboard.
"oh my god," he says, instantly placing the tray on the bedside table before scooting closer to you. "i'm so so so sorry, i thought you would like it... i don't know what i was thinking. here, let me-"
you shake your head as he begins brushing away your tears with his thumbs, and to his big surprise, you chuckle. "don't be sorry," you say, letting out another laugh when you see the confused expression on his face. "i do like it. a lot." you reach up to take his hands in yours, bringing them down to the bed and intertwining your fingers. "it's just... very emotional, for me. as you can see."
he also chuckles now, and he thinks he understands – even though seeing your happy tears is more painful than he'd expected. "okay," he says with a nod. "so..." his eyes flicker back to the cake.
"yes, please. i mean, what could be better than a sugar rush first thing in the morning?"
pepe would've been so happy to shower you with presents to express how much he loves you; it would've made him so proud to invite all your friends to a big celebration, to show you how much you mean to all of them, to change your idea of a birthday. but this – sitting together in bed, eating straight from the cake (no plates needed), pressing sugary kisses to each other's cheeks – is another form of perfect.
he just hopes you think it's perfect, too.
hearing you tell the stories of how you needed to bake the cake for yourself if you wanted one as a child, how you always made sure to buy yourself a gift because the risk that no one else would get you one was too high, and how you always needed to plan out your own parties breaks his heart – but hearing you open up like that also means the world to him. he understands that it's all buried so deep inside of you, but there's nothing he wants more than to help you heal and to prove that you can have much better and bigger birthdays than that.
but for now, a little cake in bed and a ton of kisses will have to do.
baby steps.
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"chris, will you pass me the chicken korma?"
he leans over the crowded couch table and holds out the takeaway box to nora, who takes it into her hands and thanks him. "that one is really good," you tell her through your mouthful of bread, nodding to your friend.
"what's the verdict, then?" sebastian asks from his seat over on the couch. "i need a rating from the birthday girl, one to ten."
"food? ten," you say, taking a sip of your soda. "company? ten."
birthday? eleven.
the whole day has been much better than you'd expected; from your wake-up this morning, to the lunch date you shared with pepe over in town after a cute walk along the river, to having your closest friends all gathered in your living room for you. you don't even mind the way your buttcheeks are already starting to hurt after sitting on the floor for too long – you knew you should've invested in more seating for moments like these – because all of this is worth it.
"agreed," pepe chimes in from next to you. "especially about the food."
"speaking of which," says emma. "was there any bread left?"
you're quick to jump to your feet, already turning towards the kitchen. "garlic or plain?"
"ooh, garlic! thank you!"
pepe hurries off the floor right after you, making up some excuse about getting a new spoon for one of the sauces, but no one even bats an eye. you hear him enter through the door, and you smile instinctively. "how are you feeling?" he asks when he reaches your side, hand finding the small of your back as you rummage through the takeaway bag. "is this all enough?"
"it's more than enough. so much more." after pulling out the garlic naan from the bag, you reach up to the side of his face with your free hand, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone. "best birthday ever."
you seal your words with a feather-light kiss to his lips, and he's still smiling when you pull away. "you promise?" he asks, eyes searching through yours for any slightest hint of insincerity or uncertainty.
"i promise." another kiss, followed by a gentle hum, and he visibly relaxes. "thank you."
"no, thank you." for opening up, for letting him do all this for you. for existing. "only happy birthdays from now on, okay? i will make sure of it."
"it could never be anything other than a happy birthday with you around."
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writingstoraes · 1 year ago
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princesses 👑
pairing: charles leclerc/fem!wife!reader
type: instagram imagine, social media au (purely ig hehe)
notes: charles p1 in fp3! lets hope things go well from here on out :D lmk what u guys think!
about: charles as a girl dad, literally that's it
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charles_leclerc One of the best things during race weekends: my two princesses get to come with me ❤️ It's a different kind of peace when I know the two of them are up in the garage with their all-out support for me.
ynleclerc she's brought her lucky charm for you, which is her teddy bear 🧸
charles_leclerc My two lucky charms are already with me, amour
luvsainz55 AAAA WHAT A CUTE FAMILY
gaslydrivez leclerc fam so adorable
carlossainz55 Please, we know Emma only wanted to come because she wanted to see her favorite uncle, aka me 🥱
pierregasly You're not her favorite uncle? alexalbon23 Yeah cause it's me
scuderiaferrari The Ferrari princesses ❤️
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ynleclerc emma wanted to bake yesterday because apparently, she wants her papa to be in a good mood today so he can win the race. now i wish i hadn't mentioned to charles a boy hugged emma at pre-school cause he frowned after that 😆
charles_leclerc It's too early for hugging? I thought I had like a decade left before I have to deal with that 😕
ynleclerc he's her friend and they're children? charles_leclerc I can't hear you right now
arthurleclerc Now I want some of those too :( Nothing for her favorite uncle?
ynleclerc cha ate them all, sorry 😬
hamiltenn Charles is totally such a girl dad it's so cute
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charles_leclerc I told your mama I wanted to enroll you in Taekwondo lessons. I changed my mind 🤣
landonorris I've taught her well
charles_leclerc This is why you haven't been called up to be her babysitter carlossainz55 Lol deserve, Lando
ynleclerc one kick suddenly changes your mind? 🤨
charles_leclerc Surprisingly, she kicks really well
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ynleclerc emma, who is not the biggest fan of mornings, woke up really early today to make sure her papa had the best birthday. we went out to buy him flowers and baked a cake 🎂
pascale_leclerc Papa's girl ❤️
ynleclerc i'm afraid she's the biggest one 🤣
lilymhe Tell Emma I miss her! When do I see my baby girl?
ynleclerc how about... later? lilymhe Alex is starting the car as we speak 😆
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charles_leclerc Le plus joyeux des anniversaires à ma petite princesse ❤️ The happiest of birthdays to my little princess.
Please stop growing too fast; Papa's not yet ready to race boys so they can stay away from you :) You remain my princess forever and ever.
ynleclerc race boys??? sorry what?
charles_leclerc How are they going to prove themselves, then?
lestappenorris i love girldad!charles 🙉
scuderiaferrari Happy birthday, Emma! 🎁
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ynleclerc emma's philosophy lately: when mama says no, papa will always say yes. now i'm not surprised why she is such a papa's girl; she's charles princess through and through 🫶
charles_leclerc I do not always say yes
ynleclerc i said no sweets and you were feeding her brownies? charles_leclerc She forced me...
carlossainz55 You should get your payback by having a boy next and then make him a mama's boy 🤣
ynleclerc you make some interesting points charles_leclerc Hello?
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charles_leclerc Forever my princesses ❤️ Two of the greatest blessings I've ever gotten.
sainzhero live love leclerc fam 🫶
scuderiaferrari Our favorites! 😍
carlossainz55 Ask Emma what she thinks of my gift
landonorris You sent her one, too??? pierregasly Why are you guys mooching off of my gift idea charles_leclerc Emma's favorite uncle is Lorenzo. carlossainz55 WHAT alexalbon23 Ok now I feel betrayed 🤨
luverrari MY PARENTS (literally)
ynleclerc love u both so much :)
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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12, @siovhanroy
notes: it's been a while i think since i did one that's purely insta posts, it's faster to make lolol but I'm not used to it anymore anyway lmk what u guys think <33 happy quali and thank u for reading hehehe
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stxneflxwers · 2 months ago
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between just you & me.
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⋯⁂ summary. this is a birthday fic~
⋯⁂ a/n. as said in summary, this is a birthday fic. well, a belated birthday fic. for me. teehee. my birthday was on the 26th but whatever i can be late to my own birthday :D. btw i refuse to proof-read this. lol rip. this fic feels like an utter mess but whatever. this took forever to coherently come up with anyway. lol, lmao...
⋯⁂ characters. aventurine. gn reader.
⋯⁂ cw. all lowercase. fluffy-ish, teensy bit of hurt/comfort. eating (milkshakes and fries bc YUM). physical affection. reader heavily based on me cuz...it's...my birthday? don't like don't read ig. reader takes unspecified type(s) of medications. aventurine and reader struggling with disordered eating and/or small appetites.
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"happy, happy birthday~"
you heard a familiar chirp in your ear as you were still resting in bed. sure, you're sleeping in, but there's nothing wrong with that on your own birthday, right?
it's your boyfriend. he leans over you, all with a huge yet genuine grin on his handsome face. and, of course, holding a bag of your usual meal choice and your favorite milkshake from a delightful little old-fashioned restaurant that you hold in high regard.
you're about to scold him for breaking in again, and then you remember just in time that you had recently given him a spare key to your apartment. you sigh softly, relieved to know he didn't break in.
"...birthday?" you then ask, your bleary eyes and sleepy mind not quite there just yet.
yes, you very much forgot that it's your birthday. but, in your defense, you just woke up.
"yes, darling dearest, it's your birthday. i figured i'd get you a little treat to start off the day just right," aventurine coos as he takes a seat on the edge of your plush bed, right next to you. "want me to feed you~?" he teases.
"oh my god, no–" you fluster, a pout forming on your bottom lip and in your brows.
"heh," the sly gambler chuckles breathily, "alright, alright. you can feed yourself. i trust you're capable?" he laughs heartily when you (very weakly) punch his bicep.
"what a way to start my day – getting sassed by my own darling boyfriend first thing." you playfully roll your eyes, a wry smirk on your lips.
you slowly sit up against the headboard of your bed, letting your limbs stretch far and wide as you yawn. he thinks you look like an adorable kitty like this, and he's quickly overcome with the desire to cover your face in little kisses. but, almost out of instinct, he holds back on his affections. for now.
he hands over your bag of food and over-the-top milkshake, tenderly smiling at how your eyes light up at the sight.
"thank you so much, vasha," you murmur and lean over to press a chaste kiss to his cheek, he nearly blushes, "it really is a great way to start my morning, regardless of your sassing." you smirk, sounding far more confident when you give him a verbal jab to his side.
"no problem. i'm more than happy to indulge your cravings whenever." he hesitates, his hand stuttering mid-air, but he ultimately rubs your head a little.
"hmhm, good boy," you grin when he blushes faintly at the praise, "...do you want some?" you offer, picking out a french fry and holding it out to him.
he hesitates. almost visibly tensing up at the offer.
before he can reject the offer, you comfort him, "i don't mind, really. besides... i can hardly eat all of this myself. not to mention, did you even eat this morning–"
"did you take your meds last night?" he immediately retorts, interjecting. he loves you, but damn, he's concerned too, you know?
he had noticed that you missed your yesterday's evening medications as he passed through the bedroom to deliver your meal. he sighed when he noticed.
"i–" you sputter, "...is that why i'm feeling so weird right now?" you stare down at the crispy fry in your hand, eyes narrowing.
he snorts lightly, "probably." he jumps up to his feet, walking over to your desk to grab the circular medication container that's ordered by each day of the week. how convenient!
once you take your meds, you tentatively munch on your delightful food and milkshake. you wish you could share with him without him getting so evasive, even though you can strongly relate to his...aversions.
when he notices your slow, small bites, he frowns a little, "...you alright, sweetheart?"
you're quiet for a long moment. you two can barely lie to each other's faces. you know each other too well because you both experience similar emotions and thoughts – practically two peas in a pod.
"uhm..." you fluster, "oh, you know me... it's hard eating around others..." you sigh.
"do you want me to leave–"
"no! please, stay," you pout, grabbing his sleeve before he can leave, "you don't have to eat any, but please don't leave me alone too much today...?" you whisper, eyes darting away from his knowing stare.
"i promise i won't leave you today. at all." he quickly sits down next to you, allowing a tender smile that's reserved only for you to form on his face.
"thank you." you sigh in relief.
you two continue to chat, the subjects of conversation varying greatly – bouncing from topic to topic. at some point, he holds out his hand to request a fry, even though the tremble is obvious.
he wants to try as many times as possible, all for you.
and you'll gladly support him each step of the way.
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justagalwhowrites · 6 months ago
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Gurll, lavender is my go-to reread everytime. Ig u are taking requests (😂🫶🏻), I would really like to see how Joel found out Doc was pregnant of Sylvie and those sweet pregnancy exchanges - like him being worried (‘cause in the original we skip the whole pregnancy). 😎
OMG Hi Bestie!!!
So you'll see some of this in Girl Dad, a canon one shot I did for Doc's birthday back in October. You see some of Doc panicking about Sylvie on her birthday because she's never made it further in a pregnancy and her birthday has just such an awful personal history for her and Joel loves her through it. We also see Joel being just a precious father to his newest baby girl.
BUT... here's some more of the pregnancy for you ❤️
Expecting
20 years after your first pregnancy, you find yourself expecting again. Things are a bit different this time. A Lavender Drabble.
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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader from Lavender
Warnings: Pregnancy. Smut adjacent. No use of y/n. 18+ only Minors DNI
Length: 2k
September 2, 2024
The first time you threw up, Joel was on patrol.
It's not like you'd gotten your period since the two of you had started trying but you didn't put much stock in that. You'd never been regular and you were nearing menopause now. Missing a period or two was hardly monumental.
But the nausea the morning you woke up alone was.
You rocketed to the bathroom, doubling over the toilet, everything left in you from the night before coming up.
"Shit," you whispered, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand as your stomach still churned.
You knew this feeling. It had been a long time but you knew it.
And you knew you should be happy about it. It wasn't like last time. You and Joel were together now. Not just together, you were married. Things were secure - as secure as they could be in the apocalypse, anyway - and you were trying for this.
But it was still the apocalypse.
It was no small part of you that thought this wasn't going to happen. That you were going to try and try and then menopause would kick in and you'd never have a child you made with Joel. You'd resigned yourself to that a long time ago, that you'd never be a mother to someone that grew inside of you, never raise someone that you'd brought into being through love. You had Ellie who was your child in every way that mattered and that was more than enough.
But you were pregnant. You were sure of it. And you should have been happy about that - thrilled, in fact. Part of you was. The rest of you was terrified.
What had you been thinking? Bringing a child into this destroyed world? Would Joel even still want this now that it was real and not some imagined, idealized thing on the distant horizon? How were you supposed to protect a baby from the horrors of this reality? Even here in Jackson there was fear and risk and you'd gone and done this on purpose.
You didn't tell anyone, though the nurses at the clinic could tell you were off all day. You assured them that you were fine while trying not to panic. What if Joel changed his mind? What if, when faced with the reality of it, he didn't want to bring a baby into this world?
You threw up again that afternoon, the sickening feeling hanging around after everything came back up and you tried not to cry.
Joel got home after Ellie was already in bed that night, his patrol keeping him out late. You were pacing the kitchen when you heard the front door open and close quietly, the squeak of the floorboards under his heavy boots.
"Baby?" He frowned poking his head into the kitchen. "What're you still doin' up, it's late..."
"I know," you smiled a little, looking him up and down and taking stock to make sure he was still in one piece. "I'm glad you're back."
He smiled back, coming all the way into the kitchen to take you in his arms and kiss you, gentle and deep.
"You and me both," he said. "Gettin' too old to be sleeping rough like that, feel like I did my time with that shit getting out here..."
You laughed a little and nuzzled into him, breathing in the sweaty, woodsy scent of him.
"What's wrong, baby," he whispered, his arms enveloping you totally, holding you against him. "Can tell you got somethin' on that big brain of yours."
You pulled back from him just enough to see his face, his arms still holding you loosely. His face was smeared with dirt, the grime of the trail and sweat on his skin and his eyes were soft and warm and like home.
"I'm pregnant," you said softly. Those eyes got wider. "I know we've been trying but... It's real now and..."
"You're pregnant?" He breathed, stepping back from you, his hands going to your shoulders. You nodded, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. "Oh Baby..."
He took your face in his hands and kissed you again, so hard you could taste the passion on his tongue.
"Really?" He asked, his eyes searching yours as he pulled back from you and taking your shoulders again. You just nodded again, your heart pounding. "Fuck, that's... that's amazing, we're gonna... Baby, you're pregnant!"
"Yeah," you laughed a little. "Yeah, I am... You're happy?"
"Happy?" He laughed back. "Baby, I'm... I'm so far beyond fuckin' happy that word don't even begin to cover it."
He got to his knees in front of you, his hands on your hips, sliding around to cradle the small of your back as he looked lovingly at your stomach.
"You're pregnant," he said, awed, almost to himself. He pressed a kiss to you, over your womb, before one of his hands came to hold you reverently there. "Our baby is in you, right now."
"Yeah," you smiled, voice wet. "Yeah, they are."
"That's amazing," he whispered before looking up at you. "You're amazing, you're the most amazing thing I've ever seen..."
You ran your fingers through his curls before cupping his cheek.
"Thank you," you said, your whole being feeling lighter now, knowing that he was really in this with you.
"For what?" He asked, getting to his feet and pulling you against him again. "You're the one doin' all the work."
You smiled a little.
"For wanting this with me," you said quietly. "I was afraid... I'm still afraid. But we can do this."
"We can do this," he echoed you, kissing your temple. "You, me, Ellie, this baby. We're a family. We can do this."
You put a palm over your womb again, cradling where the child you'd made with Joel was growing inside you.
He was right. You could do this.
But things were different after that.
Joel hovered. It reminded you a bit of when he first came to the QZ, back when he thought his fear was something he could push past if he just got close enough. You’d be working at the clinic, turn around to pick something up and then Joel would be there. You’d be relaxing on the couch and decide you needed a cup of water and, the second you started to move, he was up instead asking what you needed.
“I’m perfectly capable of getting my own drink, you know,” you said a two months after you’d told him you were pregnant and Joel had damn near held you down instead of letting you go to the kitchen. “Also capable of walking to the mess hall on my own, making my own lunches…”
“All the work you’re doin’ growing my baby, I should do something,” he replied, bringing you a glass of water. “Seems like this is the least of it.”
You might have believed him if it wasn’t for the other things, too.
You’d become insatiable during pregnancy, all but demanding sex at least once if not twice a day. You couldn’t get enough of Joel but he seemed to be able to get enough of you.
It was close to Christmas when you finally brought it up, Joel’s hands more gently roaming over your skin rather than with any desire or need.
“We don’t have to do this if you’re not interested, you know,” you said, hoping you didn’t sound too desperate.
Joel frowned, looking over your face for a moment.
“What?” He sounded completely puzzled. “Why would I not be interested?”
“I know I look different now,” you ran a hand over your growing bump and took a deep breath. “It’s OK if you’re not as attracted to me at the moment…”
“In what fuckin’ universe am I not attracted to you?” He asked, his eyebrows knitting together. “Baby, if I could spend the rest of my damn life inside you, I’d be a happy man.”
Your confusion must have shown because he brushed your hair back before adjusting your face to look at him.
“What’s goin’ on,” he asked gently. “Why are you saying this stuff.”
“You don’t touch me like you used to,” you said quietly, hoping you didn’t sound too wounded by it. “And it’s OK if you don’t want me like that right now, I don’t want you to do anything you don’t really want and…”
“Baby,” he cut you off. “I’m gonna stop you right there. I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted you more than I do right now. Not when I first met you and you were some hot young thing, not when you first got off the plane to come visit, not when I first saw you again in the QZ. Seeing you grow our baby is the most beautiful, most sexy thing in the damn world, don’t go thinking otherwise.”
“Oh,” you frowned. “Then… I don’t understand. What’s going on?”
“I just…” he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment before looking at you again, a pained look on his face. “I’m scared, baby. I’m scared in a way I ain’t been since we came to Jackson.”
“Joel,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. “We’re OK here, we’re safe here…”
“I know,” he said. “You’re safe from infected and you’re safe from raiders but… baby, what if you get hurt? You’re the doctor here, what if something happens to you or the baby? What if there isn’t someone who knows how to save you? What if I do somethin’ to you on accident, what if I’m too rough because I’m caught up in touching you the way I want? I can’t risk that, baby, I can’t.”
“Oh Joel,” you breathed, pressing yourself closer. “You’re not going to hurt us. I promise, you’ve never been too rough with me. If something doesn’t feel right I’ll tell you but it’s OK. We’re safe. You’re safe.” You guided his hand to your breast, his large palm curving around the soft flesh. “And I want you to touch me, really touch me. Please.”
He was cautious at first, hesitant. Now that you knew he was afraid, it was easier to see it on his face and feel it in his touch. But you guided him through it, holding his hand, reassuring him, until he was lost in you and things felt right for the first time in months.
You learned how to head things off after that. When he would appear in the clinic, you would give him a kiss and tell him how you were feeling. If the baby was moving, you’d guide his hand to your stomach to let him feel them alive inside you. When you needed something at home and could see that he was restless and distracted by worry, you’d ask him for help. You started meeting him at the gates after patrol so he could see you and touch you as soon as he was back, feeling how he relaxed when his hands were on you.
When you went into labor, though, you were worried. You knew he was afraid but then, so were you. You were afraid not just of what could happen, of how it would hurt under the best of circumstances, but of how to help Joel through it, too.
But he sensed what you were doing right away, so in tune with you now. He climbed into the bed behind you, pulling you back so your head was resting on his chest.
“Don’t you dare worry about me,” he said, kissing the crown of your head. “I’ve got you, baby. Got both of you.”
You smiled a little as the contraction eased and he held you a little tighter.
“I know you do,” you relaxed into the firm, strong body of your husband. “I know.”
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onlymingyus · 1 year ago
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Easy, Tiger
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pairing; kwon soonyoung (hoshi) x reader
genre; smut
warnings; oral (m receiving), public sexual act, exhibitionism, cum eating (ig if you count swallowing), pet names
w/c; 1.4k and some change
requested; no
a/n; happy birthday to my favorite tiger! this idea came from dk posting these wonderful pictures of hoshi from his birthday post and then @junkissed and @duhnova saying something that made me go....hm
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You smile watching Soonyoung tip back the glass of soju. He looked happy and that was all you could really ask for on his birthday. Reaching for your own soju glass you tip it back before laughing when you feel your boyfriend’s hand grab your free one. 
Soonyoung was full of all of his favorite foods and he had gotten to spend the evening with his favorite person in the entire world.  Lacing his fingers with yours, Soonyoung watches you put your glass back on the table before you finally meet his eyes. 
Neither of you were too far gone. Just a single bottle of soju shared between the two of you, but it was still just enough to make the conversation easy. Tilting your head you lean your jaw on your free hand as you feel Soonyoung’s thumb circling your palm. 
“Quick, name one thing you’d want for your birthday that you think you’d never get?” 
Soonyoung laughs into a snort at the question. His eyes narrow softly, he lets out a sigh before answering as quickly as he can. 
“Ah…fuck, head by the river.” 
Raising a brow, you watch Soonyoung seem to realize what he had said. The warmth spreads over his cheeks and you watch your sweet sometimes chaotic boyfriend try to revert to his introverted self. His shoulders pull tight as a laugh slips from his lips, an explanation on the tip of his tongue. 
“I–I mean, I’m just kidding. That’s an at home thing. Behind the closed doors of our bedroom thing, I’m just drunk. Don’t listen to me.” 
Smiling, you lift your head and brush your fingers over Soonyoung’s jaw causing the man to shiver under your touch. His eyes fall on yours and Soonyoung can’t help but to swallow hard knowing that look in your eye. 
“Let’s go. Still a few hours of your birthday left.” 
Soonyoung knew you loved him and were adventurous. He knew that the two of you had talked about fantasies before, and that exhibitionism had come up more than once but he never thought he would find himself actually in this situation. 
Shivering to the feeling of the tip of your tongue barely grazing the tip of his cock, Soonyoung whines your name finally looking down at you on your knees on the walking path. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. He was so excited and nervous at the same time. 
“Baby…this is crazy. I love it, fuck I love it so much, but what if someone walks–sees us?” 
Smiling against Soonyoung’s cock, you glance up at the handsome man giving him a mischievous look that causes him to feel weak on his feet. 
“Do you want them to?” 
Starting to speak, Soonyoung doesn’t really know what his answer is, but you stop him from having to formulate an explanation by wrapping your warm mouth around him. Closing his eyes, Soonyoung groans quietly. You were so good at this, and it was clouding his mind to the point Soonyoung could almost forget where he was. If it weren’t for the constant sound of the river behind him, the brush of the wind though his hair, and the honk of distant horns, Soonyoung would completely let down his guard. 
“Oh, shit…babe. I–God, it feels so good but, ah!” 
You were listening to him. You knew that Soonyoung was nervous, but it was so late and you were in such a secluded part of the path you weren’t that worried someone would come by. If they did, at this point you weren’t sure you’d care. Taking more of Soonyoung into your mouth, you moan around his length feeling how the girth of his cock stretches your lips. You can’t help but to feel your underwear becoming damp with your own arousal at the memories of how he stretches you in the same way every time he fucks you. 
Sliding his hand over the top of your head, Soonyoung leans back against the railing behind him. His nails dig into the wood as he closes his eyes for a moment before he knows he wants to look back down at you. The moment he does, Soonyoung can’t help the groan that forms in his throat or how he thrusts towards your mouth causing you to gag around him. 
He loves the way you look on your knees for him. You were always perfect, but it was moments like this when you were completely vulnerable for him, his cock down your throat or buried deep inside of you that Soonyoung had burned into his mind. This would be something he would never forget. 
Pulling back, you let your tongue press to the underside of Soonyoung’s cock to run along the pulsing vein that told you everything you wanted to know about the man standing in front of you. He was getting so close. Sitting back on your heels, you meet Soonyoung’s eyes as you catch your breath. 
The man watches your tongue run along your lips as your hand moves over his wet cock. Gasping out your name, Soonyoung knew he was leaking pre-cum obscenely over your hand, but he couldn’t find a reason to care until the sound of people talking nearby drew his attention. 
You watch Soonyoung start to panic, his stomach sucks-in dramatically as he takes a deep breath. You can only smile at him lifting your finger to your lips to tell him to be quiet as Soonyoung shakes his head at you mouthing, ‘Are you crazy?’ 
“Easy, Tiger. Eyes on me, hmm?” 
Soonyoung scoffs, his eyes staying on you like you had instructed him. He does his best to keep his groan quiet when you take him back into your mouth. Logic was telling him that you should both stop in case the people he heard got any closer but your soft, warm mouth around him caused him to throw any logic he had into the river behind him. 
“Please…so close.” 
Moaning around Soonyoung, you roll your tongue around his head as your hand twists at his base. Glancing up at him to meet his eyes, you smirk before sinking down over Soonyoung to take as much of him into your mouth as you can. You feel your boyfriend’s nails raking over your scalp and hear the sound of his groan getting caught in his throat. 
You knew exactly how to get what you wanted from Soonyoung and how to give him what he wanted. So, when you looked at Soonyoung like that and went down on him the way you did, the man didn’t stand a chance. Soonyoung saw white briefly and the river sounded like blood rushing to his ears as thick warm cum spilled into your mouth. 
Sitting back on your heels once again, you swallow what you can of Soonyoung’s cum as he finally opens his eyes to look down at you. You made it difficult for him to catch his breath by just looking at you, but with each delicate kitten lick to catch any remaining drips of cum, Soonyoung wondered if you were trying to make it impossible for him to reach his 28th birthday. 
Carefully slipping himself back into his pants, Soonyoung then helps you to your feet before pulling you to his lips. Groaning on your lips, the man can’t help but to enjoy the taste of himself when it was on your lips. It is only then, when he is lost in your embrace and your kiss that he can’t seem to care when the voices he had heard earlier grow closer and pass by. 
Smiling on his lips, you nudge your nose against Soonyoung’s causing him to laugh just as you do. Your arms around his shoulders, your boyfriend sighs on your lips before leaning his head back so he can meet your eyes furrowing his brows with a longing look into your eyes. 
“Can we go home? I think by the time we get there I can return the favor…and we won’t have an audience.” 
Laughing again, you nod making Soonyoung smile, his hand moving to take yours. 
“Sure, but you don’t have to return the favor. It’s your birthday Soonyoung, and that was your wild birthday wish. I was simply giving you what you wanted. 
Shaking his head, Soonyoung pulls you closer to him as he walks, a breath falling from his lips in a whisper about how crazy you are. 
“You said something I thought I’d never get. I didn’t think we’d end up at the river with my pants at my knees.” 
Smiling brightly, you glance at Soonyoung wiggling your brows. 
“Mm, well…you are welcome. Happy Birthday, Tiger.”  
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irasamu · 11 months ago
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 . . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 THE DRINK IS OF SORROW, KISS IT OFF MY LIPS ; a osamu dazai fic. ❞
˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . ahhhhh!!!! deleting your account on accident isn't smthg i'll recommend, this is the downfall to my popularity. :/
˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; sugar daddy!dazai, sugar baby!reader, fem!reader, sensitive!reader, crybaby!reader, reader is insecure and speaks about her insecurities, reader has abandonment issues, reader is shamed of her sensitivity, reader is twenty while dazai is in his late twenties, tease!dazai, riding in a club, angst, hurt to comfort, fluff, nsfw, and yeah that's it ig.
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the cold breezes giggled as they watched the leafs on trees dance as if to flirt with them, the cold breezes showed their appreciation to this flirty gesture by blowing around and making the people they passed to shudder.
you hummed to yourself as you swayed your hips around to the song playing on your phone while trailing your index finger through the different lipsticks you owned, trying to choose the perfect one to go with your outfit for today.
as your finger hovered above the shade you carefully picked, the door bell rang and made your head to turn in its direction, a smile on your face as your excitement competed with the fluttering in your heart and you had immediately abandoned your dressing table to rush towards the door, opening it with a big smile on your face, expecting the one dear to your heart and sanity to be standing on the other side.
he wasn't. rather it were his bodyguards who you saw and your smile faltered slightly but not enough to make them think you are displeased with their presence.
the two bulky men bowed halfway which you mirrored before they entered your house and only then did your eyes fell upon their hands which grabbed many shopping bags, all distinguishable for they all belonged to famous brands which are deemed too expensive for people who fall in the same category as you for its as if luxuries and enjoyment is made only for the rich as only they can afford most of it and the ones not belonging to the same class and category as them? they have to compromise, to gain this luxury they must loose something else, the choice is entirely their's however on what to loose and what to gain.
you watched, still standing at the door, as the two men gently placed the many bags on your couch before turning to walk out after bowing to you again which you again mimicked.
as you closed the door, your phone began ringing and although still a bit bummed, you walked towards your dressing table, eyes falling down on your phone whose screen flashed the name of the person who was but a magician for how else will you explain the reappearance of the giddy feelings inside you.
you immediately pick the call and bring it near your ear, eyes closing at the soothing voice which is a hypnotizing lure to you speaking from the other side.
"got your gifts baby doll?" the calm voice wrapped in a teasing tone and a slight purr between his words caused you to raise your thumb and allow it past your parted lips before your lips enclosed your thumb and you gently bit on it, smiling.
"thank you." your voice matches the same calmness his greeted you with and you hear dazai hum, the low sound making your skin feel cold as a chill runs down your spine. perhaps love is really in the air today or maybe it's your expectations for today that has you seeing everything with rose tinted glasses or maybe it's simply the effect dazai has on you.
"happy birthday, sweet doll." dazai's soft voice makes your cheek pain a bit because of the big smile on your face, then you hear him sigh and shuffle on his chair a bit and with the next sentence he spoke, his voice had lost its teasing element and rather adapted a serious tone -- all because you laid your expectations and hopes out in front of him, waiting for him to pick them and treasure them like he usually does.
"when are you coming here?"
"as much as i want to be there, to hold you in my arms while kissing those sweet cheeks of yours . . . i don't think i can make it till late at night. a sudden and urgent meeting came up and i can not possibly miss it, my presence there is essential."
"you . . . won't be coming, will you?" small, meek and reeking of sadness and suddenly you aren't twenty but ten, sitting alone at your birthday party as no one showed up -- but that's nothing compared to now.
after going two weeks without seeing dazai, you hoped and you revealed this thought to him too of how much your heart will swell in gratitude if he shows up for even half an hour on your birthday, it would be more then enough for you.
the way dazai sighs, you don't even have to actually wait to hear him for your heart had already dropped to the deepest pits of your stomach and the intrusion made your stomach churn painfully, influencing your chest as it too felt like it was being compressed by the nimble yet atrocious hands of sadness.
"baby doll, i am sorry." his soft voice only fuels the sadness in your heart more, your eyes land on your reflection in the mirror and you nod,
"no, it's fine. really." you mutter but both you and dazai knows your words are baseless and meaningless for they were spoken as a formality.
"i really wanted to be there, trust me. i'll try to wrap up the meeting soon but i still won't be able to come there until ten --"
you are thirteen again, watching your mother make excuses for your father leaving and then you are fifteen, watching your mother's bestfriend making excuses for her sleeping around with different guys and being absent in your life.
"you don't need to come, it's fine." you watch in your reflection the sadness pooling in your eyes in the form of tears, biting your lip harshly to warn yourself to not cry now, tilting your head as suddenly your lipsticks lined up on the dressing table is a sight which annoys you.
dazai sighs again, running a hand through his hair. "baby please, trust me, i am so sorr--"
"it's fine." you rush to cut him off as you end the call for you don't want to hear his voice now.
"what even is the use of coming here later? i don't care anyway. it's fine, he is busy." you speak to your reflection in the mirror as you feel your throat burn, staggering forwards before you open your drawer and place your lipsticks inside it again.
"but . . . i would've dropped everything for you if it was your birthday." you whisper as you close the drawer and walk towards the couch behind which is the open kitchen as the two rooms have been combined in one to increase the space, a dining table just a few steps forwards and said dining table was your main source of attention today.
yet the thing is, the man for whom you will walk through seas and deserts isn't alone, he has a big corporation behind him who depends on him as well and so, he needs to consider them as well for one mistake on his part will not only affect him but the many who work under him too.
and who is a businessman if not a slave to his business?
you pick the two plates up before putting them in the cabinets again, doing the same with the wine glasses and then taking the dish you cooked in hopes of having dinner with him today and walking towards your fridge to put it inside but the sight of the cake box which you wanted to cut with dazai makes your lip quiver.
for who is a common man but not he who desperately tries to find happiness in small moments and interactions?
"stupid birthday, stupid sugar daddy." you grit your teeth as you slam the door shut, the movement was caused due to the intense frustration and disappointment you felt and as you trudge towards your bedroom, you pass by your couch where the shopping bags were placed neatly, a mockery, a blow to your heart and a massacre on your hopes and expectations.
why does your house feel so cold and unwelcoming? are your walls laughing at your loneliness right now? especially after how you were frantically trying to find the perfect dress to wear today at near midnight? he is going to leave soon too, isn't he?
everyone does.
but since when did dazai become like everyone else or are these just your fears fooling you, you wonder.
the first few drops of tears flowed down like the warning waves of a tsunami in its beginning states, you speed walk towards your bedroom and plop down on your bed, running a hand up and down your arm as you rock back and forth to calm yourself down.
dazai is your demise. he gave you so much love and attention that he filled the hole left by your parents with his own love and look, now how affected you are with his absence even if it's temporary.
but dazai is also your paradise or how else will you explain why you are imagining him backhugging you as you rub your arms to comfort yourself, the many times he stared at you with wide eyes filled with utter adoration or how he immediately drops everything and surrenders himself in whatever way you want him to whenever his eyes fall upon your glossy eyes.
it's him who spoiled you and it's him who encouraged you to cry and throw a tantrum at him whenever he hurted your feelings for dazai osamu is a mean man but oh lord, what a lover he is.
does he not see himself in you, the fragile child of him who was forced to be forgotten as he wore the mask of the arrogant bastard he is now?
does he not heal parts of himself in the process of healing you too or does he not try to find his humanity in the most humane emotion he feels which starts from his love for you and ends on his love for you?
dazai osamu is the man you want to never meet again right now but he is also the man on whose lap you want to bury your head in and cry right now.
but he isn't here and he won't be here for as long as he isn't done with his meeting and the fact that you aren't his first priority but his meeting is will continue to poison your brain with sadness till then.
looking down at the light pink silk dress reaching till your midthighs, you pucker your bottom lip as you remember how hard you tried to look extra preety today for the man whose thoughts follow you like misfortunes following orphans, addiction following the druggie and sorrow following the poor.
your silk dress with spaghetti straps and a slightly low neckline to tease the observer with the slightest sight of your clevage was all for dazai but what use is it now that the said man himself isn't here?
"stupid daddy. fuck him and fuck his meetings." you mutter, wanting to step out for fresh air for as long as you stay inside your apartment, your eyes would fall on the shopping bags and it'll only carve wounds in your flesh as the sadness would giggle before looming over you and stabbing you to let frustration and disappointment enter your body.
though you had many ideas of celebrating your birthday today, sitting alone at the bar of a club wasn't one of them but here you are, hands on the counter and around your wine glass as you rotate the glass to watch the liquid inside it splash around the glass.
how many hours has it been already? you aren't sure, you had switched off your phone too to not be bothered or disturbed by messages from anyone for your mood is sour and lashing at someone undeserving of it is the last thing you would want to do.
you felt the presence of someone next to you as you could hear someone sitting down on the empty stool.
"why is it that such a young girl like you is sitting here all alone?" a voice came from beside you, curious and amused yet you paid no heed to the speaker for your wine glass and the liquid splashing around is the greatest wonder for your somewhat drunk mind.
"why, am i not allowed to be here?" your voice matched his gentleness to let him know that just like him, you mean no harm and hostility.
the man laughed and if you weren't so drunk, would you have still liked the way his laugh reverberated in your ears and made your heart flutter?
"oh dear! that isn't what i meant. i am just curious as to why such a preety girl would sit all by herself, looking so gloomy? had a breakup?" voiced the man who you still haven't looked at for you didn't deem anyone else as important as dazai and if it isn't dazai then why bother looking?
but his voice, the man beside you must be a siren or why would you find your heart at peace as his words enter your ears?
"absolutely not. i am just a bit sad."
"your boyfriend ditched you?" why is his voice laced with a teasing undertone? is he finding your source of gloom to be perhaps an entertainment?
"kind of though it isn't intentional and this is what makes it worse. he didn't mean to yet i am still so stumped over it like a kid. this sensitivity of mine is something i am ashamed of and loathe." your eyes harden as you begin to glower down at your wine glass making it shiver in fear or perhaps its your own hand that is shaking as it sensed the turmoil inside you.
"why?" the man's soft voice urges you to continue forwards.
"it's not the fact that he couldn't make it that's upsetting me but the fact that i am not his first priority -- it's selfish of me, immature even but it is still the truth and this is what i am ashamed of. it's not his absence but my own ungrateful attitude that is making me ashamed for am i not overstepping my boundaries? am i not being greedy? should i not be content with the attention and affection i already get?"
with the finishing of your confession, you inhale a shaky breath before you add the very last of your feelings to this confession which is being expressed to a man whose face you couldn't even bother to look at,
"i am just so hopelessly in love with him that every single thing he does affect me and i am sure this feeling is one sided. i mean . . . when would even want to stay long-term with such a clingy person. it's hopeless! i am hopeless and i wonder why people leave me when the answer is so damn clear. a kid, i am." you scoff in self mockery, gulping the remaining wine which you were previously playing with before the man sat beside you, you place the glass on the counter as you blink one too many times to keep your tears at bay.
"you say you are a kid but with the way you speak, you are anything but a kid. after all, kids don't drink in sorrow, do they?" the joke cracked by the man made you smile for reasons unknown to you and maybe you don't even want to know the reasoning behind the way your lips curled up into a small smile.
"you calling me a kid too, mister?" your amused voice coming out as a tease makes the man next to you chuckle a bit.
"you admitted it yourself so what harm is there if i call you one too?"
"i will cry mister." you playfully threatened him.
"is the little doll trying to make me feel like the bad guy now?" the man's voice couldn't betray his amusement as he nearly chuckled at you antics.
you smile, raising your head to look at him for you want to see the face of the one who is lifting your mood up but you feel the cold dread of a possible confrontation approaching as for the man who sat beside you was none other then the man who was the very reason you find yourself stumbling into this club to attempt to drink your sorrows away, a very futile attempt it proved itself to be.
the said man sat with his elbow propped on the bar counter, cheek resting on his palm as he continued to look at you with an amused smile dancing on his lips, a glass of whiskey in his hands as he raised the glass to his mouth, parting his soft lips before gulping down the liquid as the liquid flows down his throat, adam's apple bobbing with the movement.
you quickly turn your face away from him, opting to stare at your now empty wine glass instead, a frown evident on your lips to let the man know of your displeasure upon seeing him but your fingers twitching in excitement under his hard gaze told him all he needed to, after all, can you ever be really angry at the man?
a black hole opens up in your stomach, sucking in your energy and everything else and the remains is the gloom settling on top of your irises as the conversation from a few hours ago, your excited state before receiving it played in your mind like a broken record who suddenly started working after being forced to by a sudden force.
"did anyone ever tell you how adorable you look when you are sad?" he mused and raised his eyebrows at the lack of reply, nevertheless entertained. he tried to grab your nape but you slapped his hand away midway, making dazai raise his eyebrows yet again.
"who are you? don't you know it's not good to talk to strangers?" your reply comes out as more of a snap for all the pent up emotions and feelings are now forcing their way out, seeing as you wouldn't let them out yourself. you clench your thighs slightly together to not notice how dazai is staring at you with gentle eyes or how he ran his hand through his hair.
"we are strangers?" dazai cocked an eyebrow before he grinned again, the same cocky grin which you are itching to remove off his face yet it is this same grin that is making butterflies enter the black hole in your stomach.
"but dolly you'll never have someone as handsome as me talk to you so how can i be a stranger? i am preety confident that my face isn't one to be forgotten soon yet you did? oh, how cruel of you to wound my heart like this!" dazai pouted in faux offense mixed with disbelief before he took one of the ice cubes from his glass ; setting the glass on the bar counter, dazai scooted his stool closer to your's.
"mister it seems as if you have had one too many drinks. you sound drunk with the bullshit you are spewing." you scoot your stool an inch at most away from his but dazai does the same with his as he speaks,
"then shouldn't you be a good girl and help this drunk old man?" dazai sees you scooting your stool away again and chuckles silently, grabbing the edge of your stool to restrict any further movements as he leans near you, dropping the melting ice cube inside your dress and down your clevage making you yelp, the ice leaves a trail of water and coldness behind as it flows down your chest and onto your stomach.
you bow your head in embarrassment as it attracts the attention of the bartender near you two who was serving another customer before you turn to look at dazai, glaring at him when you hear him giggle like a schoolboy.
"isn't it clear that i do not want to talk to you?" you snap.
"you don't want to?" dazai raises his eyebrows and sees you nod, he then proceeded to lean closer to you, lips inches away from your ear, licking it only slightly to make you shiver, which when you do, made him smirk in self satisfaction.
"but i want to talk to you," dazai placed his index finger on your exposed collarbone as he lightly traces it with his nail before letting his hand trail towards your shoulder. man, he really does want to take this dress off of you but he can't, not when you are still upset so for now, he'll just try to be content with caressing your collarbone and watching the area he touched be littered with goosebumps.
"i also want to make you sit on my lap and kiss you," he continued, hand now gripping your shoulder as he drags it up and down the length of your arm, you could only gulp.
"but since you don't want to talk to me, i guess i won't force you, i am somewhat of a gentleman after all." and he immediately retracts his hand which along with the way he sits back straight makes you miss his presence being near you, you look at him though your face remains blank as to not let him have his satisfaction upon seeing you reacting in anyway. dazai turns to his empty whiskey glass and takes the small, nearly melted ice cube between his fingers.
"thank you, now leave too." you hiss, closing your eyes when dazai yet again drops the ice cube on your clevage and you are once again forced to feel the temporary freezing sensation of the cube gliding down your chest and onto your stomach. when you opened your eyes again, you saw dazai leaning a bit too close to you to be considered appropriate given the place you two are at, but isn't the club the most appropriate place for this as well. for the club is practically one of the houses of heartbreak and of lust and the castle of mistakes and of fun.
"and let these other bastards think they have a chance with you? i don't think so," dazai mumbled out, eyes staring down at your lips before trailing back up to your eyes again as he grinned, cockily, "besides, i can sit wherever i want and right now, i feel like sitting here. it's comfortable here, i wonder why?"
he extended his arm forwards to wrap it around your waist to push you closer to him, the flat of his palm resting against the silk which worked as the only barrier against his skin and your's, dazai only laughed as you tried to push his chest to create distance but did you really need any when he clearly saw the way your breath hitched  when your arm brushed against his chest. his other hand is holding your elbow in place to stop you from trying to push him away.
"maybe it's because you are here?" dazai hums as he taps his fingers against your hip but would you not falter and would your heart not throw the anger away if he continued to give you the touches you so crave?
"i really think you are only spewing bullshit right now, don't you know you are bothering me?" you raise your eyebrows at him as you smile sarcastically, as if challenging him and his ego, to edge him on till he has no choice but to remain silent for no words would formulate in that witty brain of his ; this is what you want to achieve at the very moment when you began to speak again.
"am i getting you all hot and bothered now, doll?" dazai grinned, tilting his head in such a way that caused his bangs to fall over his eyes while his thumb caressed your hipbone, going up and down to flatten the fabric clutching against your skin.
"do you not know the concept of someone not wanting to talk to you or were you always ignorant enough to think everyone would die to talk to you?"
your heart fluttered. the pressing down of dazai's thumb on your hip indicated you are somewhat succeeding in irritating him but is he dazai if he lets others get to him when it is always the other way around?
absolutely not.
"i mean, isn't it the truth? people would actually sell their souls to devil to have one chance with me. so if i may say so, you should consider yourself lucky, baby doll."
confidence in himself had always been dazai's weapon and it has always been your weakness.
your smile faltered, whatever determination you had in your eyes suddenly left you once again and you dropped your head, looking down.
had his words been the ones to bring you back to reality or were they the key to open your door of fears and insecurities?
"right. lucky." you smirk bitterly, nodding as you look away from him again. "so was not meeting me for two weeks your way of telling me to always remember my place or something? because it worked." you chuckled but it was humorless and one look at the serious expression on dazai's face only proved the point further.
ah fuck, dazai felt his throat being gripped. he can't breath suddenly with the way your eyes look so glossy, bottom lip jutted upwards slightly to form a small pout, should he lean in and kiss you now?
your vulnerability was always something that dazai cherished greatly.
"and i'll rather die then ever forget my place agai --" your eyes widened, words left hanging on the tip of your tongue and heart left unsheltered when your ribcage opened up to allow the hands of love to rip them open.
because this is how you feel emotions. strongly and dangerously. a threat to yourself because daddy was never there to properly teach you to feel things and mommy never knew how to control her own emotions, how could you expect her to help you?
you closed your eyes, perhaps due to the intimacy of the moment or to hide your eyes burning with tears, you won't try to find meaning behind your gestures and actions now when dazai is greedily devouring your lips in a heated kiss, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed as if trying to prove himself and his point but what?
your hand raises to grab his shirt collar and to pull him forwards because you want more, you want to drown yourself in this kiss. you want to feel nothing but the movement of his lips against your's ; his hand on your hip which slithered down to grab your thigh harshly and tug it closer to him to ultimately pull you closer to him, his other hand which was resting by his side until this moment is now gripping your jaw to guide you to tilt your mouth so he could kiss you better.
you felt the black hole in your stomach being overpowered by arousal and what does a vessel do when it reaches its limit?
so the arousal flowed down towards your lower torso and decided to settle there, marking its territory by making your slick run down and stain your underwear.
"shut up, shut up, shut up." dazai chanted in a low tone against your lips because he wants you to feel every word which will leave his lips.
but how can you focus on his words when he looks so good with your lipstick stain around his lips, you lean upwards to press a quick peck on his jaw and when you pulled back, you saw the light lipstick stamp there as well, making you feel a bit giddy knowing those are your lips which were against his skin once.
dazai grabbed your chin to force you to look at him, pulling your chin to have your lips against his again.
"can't you fucking sit and look preety for me? is that so hard? who told you to run that dumb brain of your's?" he tightened his grip on your jaw, biting your lower lip with enough force to make your body twitch as you inhale sharply due to the pain and suddenness of his action.
"do you think i didn't want to meet you? i was ignoring you on purpose? you think i didn't want to abandon my work and come to you? i thought about it almost every single day but what can i do? i am not alone, my actions aren't mine alone." dazai pauses to release a chuckle and the way it makes the hair on the back of your neck stand for the way his lips move against your's with every word he speaks makes your stomach tingle and your heart to abandon every grudge and anger at once to bow down to him.
the way he is looking up at you with those brown pupils which holds the sweetest honey and the most earthly comfort makes your brain to close its eyes and turn away, letting your heart take lead once again.
and your heart will die but it won't stop now, it knows the sudden rush of courage is because of this intimate moment and perhaps this moment won't have the same impact if it repeats itself another time so it blindly takes the chance presented to it.
"you are the source of my pain and longing . .  " you mutter, voice cracking as your hands greedily claw at his shirt to grab the fabric to ensure he won't run away, looking at him with narrowed eyes for the tears in them makes it hard to keep them open.
oh fuck, no, don't look at him like this. it's making it harder for him to sit straight, he could almost feel the blood rushing to his dick.
"but you are my cure, doll. don't be so cruel to me. it's my first time in love too. i make many mistakes -- intentional and unintentional but bare with me? please?" dazai whispers, eyes turning to crescent as he smiles in defeat.
if your heart is taking the lead in you then so is his, so cheers to the dance of your hearts which aren't afraid for the first time.
dazai is confident but he doesn't love himself so how can he freely love you?
and dazai knows you have neither love for yourself nor the confidence but you have love for him and as selfish as it may sound, he likes the way you love him, the way you devoted yourself to him for if not you, then who will love him in this big world?
children are born just fine without knowing the feeling of love, it is the love their mother shows them or the love they see between others in their growing years that makes them long for it too, to wish for it as well. dazai is no different.
he wants love. you give exactly that to him because daddy was never there to receive your overflowing love, but dazai is and he welcomes it with open arms.
"because i am immature! fucking immature and dumb and clingy as hell and --" you purposely bring a stop to your overflowing insults as you take short breaths to bury your incoming sobs in them, your hands grabbing his shirt fabric shook as you tried to bury your wrath for yourself within the chambers of your body, " -- and you are so amazing. you are basically husband material and many women would die to be with you and many are better then me, more experienced then me and what do i have to give to you? i don't even know how to love properly and i am insecure even though you give me no reason to be and i just ruin everything with how sensitive i am and i . . . i just don't want you to leave me, thinking of me as immature and not someone you would want to be with because you deserve so so much better." at the end of your confession, you are left breathing heavily before you squint your teary eyes to stop the air from hitting and making them burn.
your head falls forwards on his shoulder with the last sentence leaving your lips after which followed the soft and small sobs, hands wrapping around his waist as you let the anger be converted into sadness for you would rather cry to dazai then be angry at him.
"stupid doll," dazai sighed and this made you sob harder before he tapped your hip, "come here, come on my lap." he leaned his head down to whisper in your ears but sighed adoringly when you shook your head, trying to nuzzle your head even more against his chest, he only patted your back as the other grabbed the back of your head to keep you pressed against his chest.
"aww glad to know you are still my cute crybaby because with the way you were angry, i thought for a second that i was actually done this time. preety doll, you actually made me sweat a bit." dazai pretends to sigh in relief but chuckles when you weakly lift your hand to smack his chest, holding your wrist as he raises your hand to his lip to kiss the back of your palm.
"when someone is crying mister, you ought to not crack lame jokes and stuff --" your words are once left hanging on your lips when dazai lightly smacks your hip, tsking as well though there is a grin on his face.
"it's daddy for you, not mister."
"i don't go around calling random men daddy." you lean back as you wipe your tears away, chuckling in embarrassment due to crying in a bar of all places but when you look up at dazai, you see him pulling a small box out of his pocket which distracted you or else you would've finally gotten the satisfaction of seeing dazai poke his inner cheek with his tongue at your words. your teasing along with the sexual frustration he feels is just making him go insane at this point, that is, if he won't take care of it soon.
two weeks without you were a challenge and you better be glad that dazai had enough self control to not pounce at you at the very moment he saw you sitting all alone at the corner of the bar, strap of your dress slightly pulled down as you weren't aware of it to pull it upwards.
a navy blue velvety box which he opens to reveal a pink diamond pendent with a white diamond outline, he picks the chain with his index finger before he stands up, takes a step closer to you and without speaking anything, he places and secures the diamond around your neck, where it's rightful place is.
though the gentle facade only lasted so long before dazai hooked his index around the very same necklace to pull you forwards in a jerking motion, his other hand placed on your thigh as he caressed your revealed skin, leaning his body down to whisper in your ears,
"my doll must've drank too much to forget me it seems. not to worry, i'll remind you who i am." raising one hand to let one of his guards know to come here and pay for your drinks, dazai's hand trailed lower till it rested on your elbow and he began to pull you with him towards the area of the bar reserved only for those of higher society who wish to be far from those prying and lingering eyes of others. for isn't the club meant to be an escape for everyone despite their status.
you look at dazai's back covered with his black blazer and you can't help but imagine taking it off him followed by his shirt and then his belt before finally moving to his pants.
"eye-fucking me may bring you pleasure but you can wait a few minutes for the real deal, right doll? or are you that horny that you wish i would take you right here, right now?"  well if you weren't aroused before, you surely are now. the purr in his voice between his words were directed to make you feel all hot and bothered combined with that playful sing like tone of his, dazai knows what to do and when to do to get you all worked up.
like a bee being lured towards nectar, you couldn't help but silently follow dazai as he nodded at the bouncer before you two were allowed inside the vip section where scandals, affairs and controversies happen in every nook and corner but stays between the four walls of the separated section from the rest of the club building.
dazai takes off his blazer to reveal his white shirt before he looks back at you and throws his blazer around your shoulder, his hand trailed down to now hold your hand before he kissed the flat of your palm again and began to pull you with him.
is that the famous a-list actor getting a lap dance on the very far right? you think so but aren't sure as you weren't able to get a good look at his face, not that your mind would allow you to look around and get a glimpse into the lives of those who portray themselves as someone else on television with the way dazai's thumb is rubbing your knuckles.
"you aren't overbearingly clingy or i would've told you so, didn't i tell you i like when you act freely like a kid around me? it doesn't matter if you act like a kid or --" dazai leads you towards the very corners before he sits on one of the two maroon velvety u-shaped sofa. " -- immature because as i said, i enjoy knowing you feel comfortable enough around me to be this fragile. i like knowing this fragile doll is mine to take care of. and over sensitive? rubbish."
dazai scoffs at the claim before he tapped your butt and then his thigh, leaning back on the sofa while spreading his legs apart as he smirks and when he does smirk, you feel a shiver of lust travel down your spine.
dazai tilted his head as he watches you take the blazer off your shoulders before you move to sit and straddle his lap, he places the blazer around your waist area and bottom as he tied the sleeves around your waist before he pushed the fabric of your dress up.
" -- good girl. you aren't over sensitive. even if you were, it would have been fine. i am not a coward to not handle my girl's emotions, yeah?" lithe fingers grazed your jaw before they grabbed your chin and tucked it upwards as if to make an emphasis of his words, dazai may be smiling softly but the way his other hand was between your thighs as his knuckles grazed your clit made it clear what is going on in his mind.
"and who even told you that i will leave you for someone else? if that were the case --" dazai grabbed your hips with both of his hands and began to move you back and forth on his crotch, relishing in the hiss you released, "-- wouldn't i have already done it? i don't like wasting my time on stuff i do not deem important."
dazai looked up to make sure you are listening to every word leaving his lips and when he saw you biting your lip due to the friction he is causing, he tsked before lightly smacking your breasts,
"use your ears and hear what i am saying, hm? are you listening to me, baby doll?" dazai raised his eyebrow at you.
"yeah daddy," you could only mutter, looking down to make sure your slick hadn't tainted his pant but when dazai saw you doing so, he humped upwards to tease you.
the response from you which was a small whine was seen in a green light as dazai hummed, leaning his head down to have his lips on your collarbone, a shiver ran down your arm when dazai parted his lips to let his tongue tease your skin, "you can't go around acting as if you aren't worthy of my love. that's disrespectful to me doll, you get me?" dazai kissed your collarbone, slowly moving upwards towards your throat as you could only hum out in response.
"just like it's my first time in love, so is your's," he leaned in to peck your lips quickly.
your breath hitched when dazai kissed your throat before moving upwards again. is it getting hot in here? or is this the carnal urge to remove your clothes and bend on dazai's lap?
"so don't go around thinking you don't know how to love and stuff because i don't as well but in the same way, we really don't know how to really live too but we still try, making many mistakes and most live life imperfectly --" dazai kissed your chin, then began to trail kisses down your jaw before your hands trailed down to trace the growing bulge in his pants and he hissed, grabbing your palm and raising it towards his lips to plant a kiss on it.
"-- but the thing that makes them have pride in that imperfect life of their's is the fact that it's exclusively and uniquely their own. in the same way, our love may not be ideal, it may not even be right but it's ours, reserved and understood by only the both of us so --" dazai let's go of your hand but you were done with being sad and miserable alone, so your hand reaching out to cup his cheek also meant reaching out for dazai to take you, to protect and take care of you like he always does.
"-- don't be scared of making mistakes, our love is ours to live and not a romance story to be told to generations to come." dazai smiled, looking up at you as he placed his hand on top of your's and tilted his head on your hand. "lift yourself a bit for me, preety."
the low murmuring made your pussy clutch around nothing in particular, you placed your hands on his shoulder before lifting yourself enough to have dazai slip his hand under to fiddle with his belt, hooded eyes watched the man's fingers unbuckle his belt, pull the zipper down after which he lifted his hips upwards as well to be able to remove his cock from the very last confinement.
"sit," dazai had mumbled only after spitting on his dick a few times, index finger raised to push your panties to the side to reveal your glistening cunt clutching around nothing.
he smiled. then flicked your bud to see you widen your eyes in surprise, he could drown in these reactions.
you lowered yourself on his dick as his finger kept your panty pushed to the side, you closed your eyes to embrace yourself for the incoming pain of him pushing himself inside you but you really underestimated your own arousal for the moment you sank down, dazai's dick entered your cunt without much problem though he did have to guide his dick inside you as you were taking too long for his liking so he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you down.
now you were thankful for the loud music blasting in the club or else your little yelp would've definitely made some heads to turn your way.
"daddy be gentle --"
"sorry sweetie," dazai cooed, as he cuts you off as he heard your whimper, caressing your cheek with his knuckles, chuckling as he lets you get adjusted to him, "but i need to prove to you that no one else's pussy could drive me so mad, yeah? daddy gotta let his sweet doll know just how much he loves her and her pussy and how great you make me feel when you cum on me, hm?" he cooed yet again.
you bite your lip, nodding. and you had to bite your lip again in shyness when you felt your walls clenching around his dick making him hiss as he closed his eyes.
dazai thrusted upwards once to let you know to begin moving, you placed your hands on his shoulder as his came around to wrap around your waist while the other pulled you forwards by pulling on the pendent around your neck, you gripped his shoulders to stabilize yourself as you begin to move your hips to and fro.
a small moan left your lips, the warm dick inside your walls reached spots that weren't touched for the past two weeks and you soon found yourself bending to this pleasure.
you raised yourself up a bit to have his dick sliding out halfway before you sat back down again, a choked whimper left your lips and you repeated the action again while dazai's hand made sure to hold his blazer against your waist to make sure no one else sees what is supposed to be only his.
choked whimpers and broken moans had found path to escape through the gaps between your pursed together lips and none went to deaf ears for dazai tried to savour the sound of every single one, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back against the wall as he closed his eyes to make the moment just more intimate for him. to not be able to see anything but only hear your voice and feel you bouncing up and down on his dick drives dazai towards the edge so when you saw this, you couldn't stop yourself from raising your hand and gently placing it over his eyes to cover them.
"oh shit," he groaned lowly, squeezing your sides in a comforting manner as you continued to bounce up and down without as much as batting an eye at anyone who could accidently glance your way and see you two, "and you really think i would go to someone else. you've never been more wrong, my doll."
dazai lazily smirked, letting you go at your own pace as your fast and short breaths were all he could hear along with the occasional moans which despite your resistance, broke free and escaped, being a treat to dazai.
he grabbed your hand and pulled it down towards his lips to kiss it once before letting your hand fall on his shoulder, gripping it to stabilize yourself as you bounced.
"baby doll, is this the best you could go? i am pretty sure you could do better, right?" he would lazily open one eye to tell, grinning as you nodded and almost stumbled over your words as you tried to formulate a reply,
"should i go faster daddy?" were you really the one who was crying a few minutes ago? dazai wouldn't have believed so if it weren't for the evidence on your face -- the eyeliner and mascara running down and that including the way you are parting your lips as you spread your legs a bit has dazai nearly throbbing.
he leaned forwards to litter kitty licks and small kisses on your neck and collarbone before he began to suck on whatever portion of skin his lips grazed.
a whimper left your lips as you tilted your head back to give him more access and freedom to paint your skin with his marks, dazai had enough of letting you take the lead.
"my doll can't even fuck herself on me. guess i gotta do that myself." he hummed and teased before dazai opened his eyes and sat straight, grabbing the back of your thigh and pulling you even more towards him and you were nearly dying in anticipation of his first thrust because no one does it like him or well, no one could do you like he could.
but he doesn't.
instead dazai sighed as he stayed inside you, leaning his head down to hide it in the crook of your neck while his hand played with the diamond on your pendent. he kissed your neck, then licked it once before sinking his teeth lightly onto your skin and didn't react when you gasped out softly.
dazai didn't move till he was sure his teeth left a mark on the side of your neck, he sat straight after that and reached into his pant pocket to pull out something but what he pulled out was a mystery to you as dazai tugged on your pendent to pull you closer and immediately slammed his lip on yours.
he didn't kiss you. he immediately sucked your bottom lip before biting it and as you closed your eyes momentarily due to his suddenness, dazai's hand extended upwards to place something in the middle of your clevage-- paper, but not the normal kind, it seems if you base it all on your institution.
but you haven't seen the world as much as dazai did and he knows it just as well as you do so his hand hovers above your knee which he gently taps.
it's when you open your eyes again to look down at the paper whose shape gives it away what it could be that dazai saw you smile for the first time since your last meeting and man, did it make his heart to forget its basic purpose of beating.
"you really didn't think i would let you cry on your birthday, did you?" dazai scoffed playfully, an eyebrow raised as he stared at you who was examining the two flight tickets before looking up at him, eyes wide in excitement.
"it's for greece." you whisper out but dazai only hums out in disinterest as he seemed more focused on untying the sleeves of his blazer around you before tilting his head at the clothing, you allowed him to assist you in wearing the blazer.
"indeed it is, three days after today." dazai murmured, leaning back to be in a more relaxed position as he blushes a bit.
the same man who won't even bat an eye while you are cockwarming him does find himself blushing at the sight of you wearing his blazer, only the neckline and a bit of your clevage present to tease him, diamond pendent resting on you -- it's as if you are a gift waiting for him to unwrap you.
"i . . . you'll wait till then? you can, right?" he whispered.
"you are the source of my pain and longing but you are also the medicine to heal my wounds --" you correct your claim from earlier as you tear your gaze away from the tickets and look at him instead, raising your hands to wrap around his neck as you lean onto him, the slight movement of you leaning forwards was an attempt to produce the tiniest bit of friction but dazai didn't mind, "i saw some realllllly cute stockings daddy, they had like bows on them and stuff." you told, looking up at him.
"yeah? where? will you wear it for me next time?" dazai smiles as he raises his hand to caress your cheekbone with the back of his hand, "preety doll," he cooed.
"i will," you nod.
"so the little doll finally recognized me? am i daddy again now?" dazai grinned, teasing.
"don't make fun of me daddy, you should be on your knees and begging for forgiveness for making me cry so much today." rolling your eyes didn't mean much when the smile on your face was oh so clearly visible to dazai.
"ah, my baby doll, such a bad man i am!" dazai dramatically gasped, pulling your pendent to pull you towards him as he kissed your forehead before he tilted his head to capture your lips in a messy and wet kiss and when he spoke against your lips after the kiss, his words were accompanied with the deadly combination of his fingers moving towards your thighs and settling in between them after which they stretched to find your clit before he began to rub your clit with his thumb, not minding your small moans and gasps of pleasure and rather to fuel you more, he began to trace your folds with the fingerpad of his index finger,
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"won't you let daddy make it up to you? in my car? if you cum five times, i promise you'll go to greece with an entirely new wardrobe."
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py-dreamer · 1 month ago
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Yea!!! Can you tell I have favorites lol
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so since it's the 20th in my time, it is officially my birthday today!
But I wanted to get this out regardless so kinda count it as the previous day's ig
I will be posting something later today probably but it will most likely just be a compilation of all the cakes I've done thus far.
Ok but um on with the cake!
It's like a cheesecake and I basically copied Tengen's cake with like a jelly filling with fruit suspended in it, peaches (obviously), strawberries and blueberries cause I like them and sod it I'll put them on this goddamn cake!
The thing Wukong's sitting on is one of those peach ice creams that's gotten so popular lately with the sprinkle of pink dust thingy on top.
On either side of the cake is the fillet from the journey and the hat from the brotherhood era, one from his reckless past and one from his redemption and I just think that's neat.
The blue puffy stuff is meant to be his nimbus clouds represented as cotton candy.
I have the baiju jar in there as reference to Wukong becoming immortal again due to the all the wine made from the peaches of immortality at the festival.
The staff as a little candle was so fun! And I like pocky so I chucked them on there to fill space and it looks good so sue me
The grey thing behind the staff and balloon is meant to be the Buddha's hand that trapped him under the mountain and a reference to his imprisonment under 5 phases mountain.
Peach popsicle! Of course I had too! A lil something from the present for our (shadow) peachy friend
Mk's stone as well, had to add his son in there too. The baby ever.
(probably just a cookie but it's the thought that counts)
The two sugar cookies are meant to be his logo (aka the lmk logo) and fireworks, again taken from Tengen's cake.
The sun is a candied/tanghulu esque orange thing. Like an orange slice coated in yellow melted sugar shaped like a sun and the phoenix feather cap since I consider it iconic enough to put in here. I didn't want to put it on him, blocking a lot of the decorations so I just hung it to the side and I think I'm happy with that.
A lot more monkeys here! It was very fun popping them in! I know I only gave Mac 1 but I mean Wukong's the monkey king for a reason. Let him be a loving grandpa and invite his subjects on the cake with him. He granted them immortality by ripping their names out the book of dead, let them have a place on the cake too
Also, yes that is the origami pilgims in the bottom left, I couldn't leave them alone could I?
Now the elephant in the room (or at least in my head), yes I did use @maplesleep's matcha pancake design for flower fruit mountain.
Cake on cake. Bit much but hey, I like cake and pastries better than candy normally so win for me.
And I couldn't just make cake about Sun Wukong without mentioning his home/origins of ffm. I do genuinely love the inginuity and adorableness factor of the pancake design and hope they don't mind me slapping it on my...cheesecake? Jelly cake? Jelly-cheesecake?
(also I have to ask @maplesleep, did you watch the 3rd emirichu anime cafe video, specifically the urusei yatsura cafe as inspiration for the 'sun wukong's strawberry sponge cake punishment' parfait thingy, gorgeously drawn btw I used those drawings as inspiration quite a bit for these cakes, or saw the urusei yatsura collab anime cafe
cause I couldn't help but notice the similarities between that and the 'shinobu's maiden strength parfait' cause if you didn't that be a pretty funny coincidence lol)
So what do you think? You think I could make it as another lmk food chef for lego? Can I join the club lmao?
I do realize in retrospect the disrespect I did Mk by making his cake so plain by comparison to his mentor's. But I think that's a testament to my improvement and attention to detail when making these cakes as the days have progressed!
I consider Mk's in particular to be the most lacking and I lowkey feel so bad for my boi for not giving him the main character status he deserves.
I might draw him again, idk. Not anytime soon though, like I said, I'm quite busy now more than before and I need a break, still glad I could serve y'all another slice of cake though!
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crowkae · 3 months ago
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HAPPY (LATE) BIRTHDAY TO VASH !!! 🎉<3
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(and knives too ig... I just didn't have time to draw him)
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qoqurt · 5 months ago
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𝜗𝜚 ⋆ BIRTHDAY .ᐟ (ethan’s version)
just a small blurb for mr ethan edwards bc roro ( @wintfleur ) let me know that today was his bday .. so a little commotion for him actually … takes place BEFORE luke moves to jersey and a little after he daisy and ethan get together ok <3
read about daisy, ethan and luke | au masterlist
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daisydoodledoo i literally blocked ethan for this bc i wanted to post my gift for him without him knowing ++ it’s literally 11pm im a HUSTLER 😮‍💨 (ft. luke watching — he signed the card dw!!) shoutout to stella and luke and rutger for reassuring me that the gift is good 😭 there’s more but i’ve decided not to add it here :3
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trevorzegras and tell me why rutger is tied up in slide 2 🤨
daisydoodledoo icl i couldn’t tell you .. i was writing the card one minute and the next my ribbon went missing
entersteller i’m just a girl ok ☹️ he needed some nice ribbon !!
lhughes_06 are you planning to give him to ethan or …
rutgermcgroarty and if she was 😽
dreagraves the build a bear frogs 🥹
daisydoodledoo luke thought it’d be silly if we dressed them up like him and i for ethan actually LOL so i made them clothes
dreagraves you make me sick (that’s so cute shits)
jackhughes shoutout luke for just sitting there
lhughes_06 i just breathed ���
davidungh blocking 1/2 boyfriends is actually crazy
daisydoodledoo if you don’t shut the fuck up ur next 🥰
lhughes_06 added to their close friends story .ᐟ
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edwards.73 replied to your story ‘where are you guys going without me 💔’
ahndaesee replied to your story ‘BACKSHOTS 😮‍💨’
lhughes_06 who want backshots 😼
ahndaesee replied to your story ‘no but srsly wtf how did i forget the damn cake 😭 can’t believe we had to walk back’
mark.estapa replied to your story with ‘where is she scrambling off to now’
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rutgermcgroarty added to their story .ᐟ
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ahndaesee replied to your story ‘he hasn’t a single clue does he?’
rutgermcgroarty ‘i almost blabbed but luckily stella changed topics before i could’
ahndaesee ‘good. ur off the hook for now ig 🙄’
ahndaesee
🎵: glue song — beabadoobee
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ahndaesee ethan on film for ethan day 📸 .. but in all seriousness, happy birthday to one of my favourite guys in the whole world. 🩷 i’ll never stop being thankful for the way you make me smile till my cheeks hurt. love you to the moon and back, ed.
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📍edwards.73 thank you pretty girl ❤️ i love you
ahndaesee 1/2 of my boys 🩷
edwards.73 speaking of which where is he
ahndaesee 🤫
edwards.73 what does this mean
davidungh cakes and candles ethan 🎂
ahndaesee cakes and candles…
davidungh am i not allowed to wish my brother in law a happy birthday
ahndaesee DONT GIVE THEM IDEAS .
lhughes_06 too late :)
edwards.73 brother in law thank you 🥰
lhughes_06 happy birthday pretty princess ❤️
ahndaesee edwards.73 found him
edwards.73 thanks lucky 🫶🏻 i love you
pshoon2002 happy ethan day !!! 🥳
stellahughes you know the relationship is good when sunghoon approves 😭
ahndaesee EL OH EL ur so right 😭
edwards.73 lhughes_06 we made it 🥹❤️
lhughes_06 feeling real grateful rn 🥲
stellahughes u did him justice daisy 🥰
edwards.73 are you calling me ugly
stellahughes and if i am
ahndaesee you and your bf are really the same
rutgermcgroarty and if we are 🥰
lhughes_06 im gonna be honest im a bit afraid
dylanduke25 is your boyfriend single
_alexturcotte asking for a friend
ahndaesee no.
lhughes_06 double no.
ynaniu happy birthday ethan!! 🫶🏻
dreagraves RAAAHH ETHAN DAY
_quinnhughes 🥳🎂
luca.fantilli daisy can you be my photographer too
ahndaesee $30 per hour flat rate with $30 service fee:)
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lhughes_06 replied to your story ‘happy birthday e ❤️ i love you :)’
luca.fantilli replied to your story ‘that cake n pasta look so good.. hope u saved leftovers’
ahndaesee replied to your story ‘love you birthday boy ❤️’
stellahughes replied to your story ‘my gf looks so good here 🥰 tell luke to hop off pls!’
jackhughes replied to your story ‘i hate couples 🙄 happy birthday though 🥳’
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note from mei ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ happy ethan day everyone !! i hope everyone likes this .. it’s so long (i’m very sorry)
pookie tags : @lovings4turn @iceflwers @wintfleur ( owner of stella hughes oc )
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midiosaamor · 7 months ago
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Hi!! How are you? I have an Aaron Warner request. Aaron’s birthday is coming up so i think it would be so cute to have a birthday fic. Maybe something like the reader teaming up with Kenji and everyone else to throw a surprise birthday party for Aaron. something super fluffy and happy for our birthday boy🫶
hi!! THAT IDEA IS SO CUTEE GHHRRGHRHRG
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❪ ★ ❫ 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄!
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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: aaron warner x fem!reader.
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: aaron’s birthday is today and what else is better than throwing him a surprise party with the others?
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: fluff, pet names, birthday parties, parties, use of Y/N, female reader, adam kent is in here, daddy issues, mention of heated things in the bedroom🤫🤫
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 961
𝐀/𝐍: redoin this one too. you know what i might just redo all of em since they all SUCK. but this one was sorta good ig?? also HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY MLL🫶🫶
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑.
𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃: ✓
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: not rn lmao.
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today was the day. april 24th. aaron’s birthday. you, kenji, juliette, and the others—surprisingly, including adam, though you’re still mad at him for being a jerk—decide to throw a surprise party for him.
you haven’t seen aaron all day and nazeera was the one to distract him from coming into the living room. now—after four hours—the living room, cake, and everything else is ready.
“are you sure warner’s going to like this?” adam asks, lifting an eyebrow. you roll your eyes at him. “no, but he probably will. plus, it’s be worse if we don’t make a surprise birthday party for him.”
“i agree with Y/N. who doesn’t like surprise parties?” kenji butts in, grinning.
“warner,” juliette mumbles from the side. well, they’re not wrong. but you still have to try. “whatever. I’m gonna go get aaron.”
the others say their goodbyes as you turn on your heel and walk over to your and aaron’s room. nazeera’s already getting ready, so that means aaron is alone in your room. opening the door, you see aaron just about to take off his tie.
hid head snaps to where you are and immediately walks over to you, pulling you into his chest. you shut the door behind you as he holds you tightly, his face digging into your hair.
“love,” he murmurs, “where have you been all day?” you look up at him with a sheepish expression. “doing something…” you trail off, making him give you a suspicious look.
“really?”
“yes. but come with me. i have to show you something.”
he sighs, his arms holding you tighter. “angel, i just want to hold you right now,” he says, making you get butterflies in your stomach. you two have been today for four months, and yet he never fails to make you get butterflies.
“i know, and we could do that later. but now; i need you to follow me,” you say, trying to hold your excitement. he senses your excitement anyway and looks at you curiously.
“fine,” he sighs. you grin at him and take his hand, turning on your heel. you walk outside the room, him following on your heel. once you two get into the living room, you quickly let go.
the living room is covered in darkness, so dark that you can’t see if your eyes haven’t gotten used to the dark already. “love?”
you feel kenji on your side as he walks over to the wall with the light switch. aaron looks around the room, clearly trying to find you, worried. “Y—”
the lights turn on and you stand in front of him, grinning. “happy birthday!” you yell along with the others. the room’s decorated not too much, but just enough that it isn’t overwhelming.
balloons surround the table with the cake on it, along with the windows and doors while letters that spell happy birthday hang above the table.
aaron looks at you in shock, and for a moment he doesn’t say anything. you blink at him and for a moment, you think he doesn’t like it. “do you not like it?—”
he turns to you. “i—no, it’s just—” he stammers. aaron never stammers. then, you see his eyes start to water. the others look at him curiously but you know that he doesn’t like other people to see him cry, so you bring him in an embrace, hugging him tightly.
he digs his face in your neck and takes a deep, shaky breath. “what is this?…” he mutters, looking up at the room again. you smile softly at him.
“well, it’s your birthday. i know you don’t really celebrate it, but i wanted to celebrate it this one time. plus, the others helped,” you explain before adding, “even adam.”
he blinks at you before turning to the others. getting his composure back together, he stands straight and clears his throat.
“i suppose—i should thank you all,” he mutters, running a hand down his face. but you could’ve sworn you saw him smile a little.
“yeah, man! do you know how long it took us to make this?” kenji retorts, frowning at him. aaron glares at the raven-haired as kenji keeps on complaining. “you could’ve at least shown some tears.”
aaron ignores him and looks at you. “thank you, love,” he mutters quietly, so only you can hear it. you smile at him and take a step forward, kissing the blond on his cheek.
“hapy birthday, aaron,” you say quietly. “oh, yeah. after this party ends, come to our room,” you add quickly with an innocent grin, even though the tone of your voice is something else.
he looks at you in surprise before immediately nodding, making you giggle. “hey! stop flirting with each other and hurry up and eat this cake so we can open presents!” kenji yells, making you two look at him.
“i agree with kenji,” nazeera butts in. “i didn’t just spend most of my money on presents just for you not to open them, warner.” aaron gives her a deadpan look. “i never asked for you to spend your money on me.”
“well, we did it anyway!”
“aaron, say thank you,” you say pointedly. he makes a sound deep in his throat that sounds like a complaining groan before looking at the group.
“thank—you, for—doing this for me,” he gets out. kenji blinks at him, nazeera gives him a deadpan look, and juliette smiles, while adam snorts. “that’s one of the worst thank yous I’ve ever heard,” adam says, rolling his eyes.
“be thankful I said thank you, kent,” aaron retorts.
“don’t argue, guys,” juliette says. “yeah, now let’s eat the cake that i made!” you yell, breaking the two boys up.
“you didn’t even make it—”
“SHUT UP, KENJI!”
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satlun · 5 months ago
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Birthday Boudoir: Tom Ludlow x f!reader
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Genre: tooth-rotting fluff Triggering Warnings: I use these pictures and gifs as references or inspirations for my writing only. I don't and won't romanticize or normalize their behavior; their age gap relationship, drugs, violence and etc. in the movie.
His birthday with the best gifts he ever received.
Author's Note: I love how Tom has masculine energy this much... 🧎🏻‍♀️I love love him. Please enjoy guys.
Credit: Polarr filter by @hayrolinefilters on ig
Today is Tom's birthday. You both usually go out side and find a good restaurant to eat together but this year Tom just wants to spend special time with you in this house. Eating home cooked meals, watching you both favorite movies and snuggling up together.
Tom said he doesn't want any presents for his birthday, he just wants you but you end up buying him a present anyway, how could you not give any presents for your boyfriend? Birthday is a special occasion for someone. You told him that you will go to the bathroom while you both were watching movies on the bed together. You walk through the hallway to the bathroom but you don't actually walk into it, you stop right in front of the door and open the drawer where you hide the present from him. It was wrapped delicately inside a dark blue box with a white ribbon wrapped around it
You slowly walk into the bedroom. Your room is quite dark because you both love turning off the light and watching movies in the dark, as if it's a theater. Tom sees you walk in with a little smile on your face, he's curious. “What?” Tom doesn't pay attention to the movie anymore, he looks at you with curious smile. Both of your hand hide behind your back because you don't want him to see it too soon. You didn't say anything but you slowly got into the bed instead. He notices the hand so he asks. “What is it? My present?” He's not stupid. You just give him a big smile when he finds out. Tom chuckles at you before giving a kiss on your cheek. “You didn't need to do that.” You give him a smile before crawling into his lap and hand the present to him. “It's my favorite person's birthday, how could I not give you anything?” Tom receives the dark blue box, you intentionally choose this color because it matches his uniform which he usually wears it. You always glance at him while he is dressing up, it looks really good on him. “Open it.” You're sitting in the middle of his legs while your head is resting on his chest. Tom turns off the television and turns on the lamp instead because he doesn't want the movie to interrupt this special time and then he gently pulls the white ribbon out before opening the box. There's a luxurious black watch in it. John raises his eyebrows and gives you a little kiss on your forehead. “Thank you, baby. I broke the old one last week from arresting a criminal. How did you know?” You look up at him and say. “I noticed you don't wear it lately. I checked in your accessory drawer and I didn't see it, so I assumed it was gone or maybe broken.” You always notice these little things, he always loves that. He doesn't need to talk or explain much because you pay attention to every tiny detail of him. So sweet. Tom slowly puts it on his wrist and takes a look at it. It's shiny and delicate, it's similar to the old one but this one is better. “Happy Birthday, baby. I love you.” You use one of your hand and place it on his cheek before giving a kiss to the opposite side. “I love you too.” Tom slowly leans over to your face and gives you a passionate kiss, his hand moving up to your neck. His soft lips now press against you meanwhile you let his tongue come into your mouth. It's so smooth and sweet, you slowly close your eyes and let him do it. After a moment, you both break the kiss. It was so romantic, kissing in dim light.
“Actually... I have another present for you.” Tom raises his eyebrows when he hears that. You didn't have your do that at all, the special time that you spend together tonight is enough for him. However, he knows that you are the kind of person who loves to surprise him. He understands that. “What is it?” He gives you another kiss and looks at you. “I want you to close your eyes and I will go get the present.” Tom chuckles with low voice. You are such a tease, it makes him excited even more. He can't think of any other present you could buy for him. “Okay” He answers before closing his eyes. “Don't open until I tell you to. Promise?” Say sweetly. Tom just nods his head. You get off the bed before going to the closet, you slowly take off your clothes and pick a white lingerie set from the closet. It has a top that looks like a bra with elegant style and a bottom that looks almost like a little skirt with the same style. You just want to be beautiful in his eyes, you love when you're beautiful around him, even he always says you are already beautiful but you need to be more beautiful on his special day. Tom can hear the sound of clothes but he still can't guess what gif he's about to get.
Soon, you are finally done dressing up in this white lingerie set. Tom can feel the movement of the mattress when you slowly crawl to him. You fold your legs and sit on your heels, looking at him with his eyes closed. “Open your eyes.” You say smiling softly. His eyes slowly open and look at you, his gaze lingering on your face, your cleavage, your waist and your legs. It's the same you but this time in this beautiful white lingerie set while Tom is in his dark blue pajamas, your favorite color. A smile slowly forms on his face. He likes it, you look really gorgeous in this lingerie. The way your skin looks so soft and smooth. The way your long hair falls on your shoulders, the way you are so small when compared to him because he's much bigger and taller so when you both are in the same bed you're like a little cat to him.
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“Come here.” Tom calls you but he moves to you first. Maybe he can't just wait any longer. Tom gives you a passionate kiss on your lips while his hand gently pushes you down on the mattress. One of hand now on your thigh, squeezing it. His big hand can almost wrap around your leg easily. His rough skin makes you feel goosebumps a little. “Is this the present, huh?” Tom broke the kiss and asked you while his body was rubbing against yours because you were completely beneath him. “Yes” you said smiling before touching his face and leaning up to kiss him. Soon, you are on his laps. “You look beautiful... I just want to fuck you right now.” Tom tried to say while your lips were still on his. A small chuckle comes from your throat. How cute. He thought. “You still don't get the actual present yet.” Well, you really love to surprise him. Tom raises his eyebrows again with curiosity. “Are you gonna let me fuck you later?” He broke the kiss for a moment and continued. “Well, that's count but not the one that I am talking about.” Tom grabs your face and continues the kiss after you talk again. He just doesn't want his lips to take a break from yours. You can hear a low groan from his throat, he's satisfied with the kiss. His hands roam around your waist and up to your bare back. Tom moves his lips to your neck and gently kiss it, nibble it time to time. “What else are you gonna give it to me, baby?” He tried to say while he was busy with kissing your soft skin. You tilt your head for him so that he can kiss you easier. Your hands are now resting on his shoulders.
You slowly lean to the side table and grab a Polaroid camera from the drawer. Tom stops kissing you for a moment and follows your hand. He's curious about the present. You're hard to read. Your hobby is photography. You love taking pictures because it can capture your memories. The idea that you come back and look at it, the feeling of that time will come across your mind. And the fact that we can't remember all of our life memories so taking pictures is the best way to remember it, that's what you think. You have many cameras in this house because you're so professional about it. You have every type of cameras; from Polaroid to digital. Now, the camera is in your hand. Tom looks at you with curiosity in his eyes. “I want you to take a picture of me. In this white lingerie...” he can feel shyness through your voice. His cute girl is trying to be sexy tonight, so adorable.
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Tom chuckles with the way you want him to. It's interesting for him because he thinks taking pictures of you while you both are in the same bed with casual clothes on is something that makes you both feel intimate and connected. Learning, seeing about each other body is another kind of love language for him. “Sure, my beautiful girl.” You hand the camera to him before leaning down on the mattress, posing like a model. Your little legs cross each other while one of your hand places on the mattress. You look stunning. Tom pick up the camera and point it at you. Your eyes are on the lens shyly. He can see the way your eyes move a little with shyness, it's just hard for you to keep your eyes on the lens when he is looking at you through it. “3... 2... 1...” you can hear the sound of shutter noise. The picture of you slowly printing it from the above of the camera. You love how Polaroid pictures can do something like this, you don't have to wait for so long. The picture is finally show up. Tom picks it and takes a look, he smiles at your picture. You don't look beautiful less even in the picture. “Can I see it?” Tom hands it to you. “Sure, baby.” You take a look at it. It's better than you thought.
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“I love it.” You say as he leans on and gives you a kiss again. His girlfriend is so beautiful, he would do anything for you. He would kill for you, he would protect you at all costs. You're all he has. It's just you and always you. His hand wipes your hand from your shoulder so he can feel your skin more. His big hand gently rubs your shoulder, and down to your hand before the other side of his hand handing you the camera. “Take a picture of me.” He said. You didn't expect that actually, all your point is him taking pictures of you. “Okay...” you say with your soft voice before picking up the camera then look at him through the lens. He looks really handsome in dark blue clothes. It makes his skin color stand out than usual. “1... 2... hold on-” You make him curious again. “What?”
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You get off the bed before grabbing his officer hat. Tom chuckles softly. Well, he knows how much you love him with the uniform now. You always compliment him about how he looks in it. He understands now that you love it so so much. You give him a playful smile which mixes with shyness in it. Your legs crawl back to the bed and place it on his head. “Better” you kiss his cheek and go back to the spot. “I see... you really like me in it.” He said as he you look at him through the lens. “So much... 1... 2... 3...” your finger press down and then the sound of shutter loud again. The picture slowly shows up from the camera. He secretly looks at you while you're busy, waiting for the photo. You're cute, your hair, your eyes, all your face. All are just the definition of perfection. Your every features combine perfectly. Finally, the picture is out. You take a look at it before handing it to him. “You look hot...” you say very thinly as if you whisper it. “I look hot?” He repeats the phrase before taking a look at it. His eyes meet you again before he kisses you at the corner of your lip. “But you're the hottest.” You bite your lips with playfulness. Tom notices how your reaction is slightly different than usual. You're really really shy right now. So he touches your faces to calm you down, before your heart pounding too fast. One of your hand grab the first picture of you that he took earlier and hand it to him. “This is your present. Keep me in your wallet and look at it when you miss me.” Yeah, you mean a sexy picture of you in this white lingerie is what you want him to look when he misses you. You smile softly at him. That's the best gift he ever received. It may sound normal for everyone else, like it's just a sexy picture but for him no. It's the picture that you both spend this intimate moment together. The way you dress up specially for him, the way you planned all of these. He appreciates it a lot. So it's not just a picture of you in sexy white lingerie, it's more than that, much more. Tom receives the picture from you and put it in his wallet right there. “I will keep you in here, close with me.” You nod and smile at him. “I really love you, Tom.” You add. “Really...” you look at him with passion. He can feel your love for him. It was said through your eyes. He loves you too. He doesn't need to say anything because you can feel it too. Not just this moment but since the day you start dating him. “And I would do anything for you. You know that?” Tom says and touches your face again. Tonight is one of the best moments in your life. He is tough with the others but he always has a soft spot like this for you. He always gentle with you, he treats you really well.
You both spend the rest of the night with taking pictures of each other, making out and taking pictures over and over before ending up having sex. It's just hard to just take pictures only when you look this good. How could he take pictures of this beautiful art without touching it? He takes one picture and he needs to touch you once before taking another one. He is so obsessed with you. He loves you more than anything. Today is the best birthday he ever experienced. You put very much effort into it, he appreciates that very much.
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