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cheriimo

3 months ago

pleaseplease make more daisuke mouthwashing x reader 18+ stories where hes a whiny boy because he got jealous about u hanging out with curly ( sneaks in ur room to talk then ure up with the rest ! ) i hope this gets noticed tho💔 i would absolutely appreciate if u take this request! 🫶🏻

P.S I LOVE YOUR WORK!! i enjoy reading ur stories<33 it makes me feel like im actually in their world lol, i can imagine it pretty clearly😭😭 ure amazing!!

as mentioned earlier i got drunk writing this sorry / +18!!! / probably less than 1k words idk

@maniacpixiedreamboy come get your man he's barking....

Daisuke lets people get away with a bit more than he should. Usually that means allowing assumptions that he's dumber than rocks; life is easier that way. Less responsibility, less arguments, less struggle to be heard. The only person to ever see through that and call him on it is hidden behind a steel door thicker than his captain's head.

...ugh.

Captain. Captain Curly.

Raising a trembling hand, Daisuke knocks -earnestly shocked he's actually gone through with it- and feels his heart leap into his throat as seconds pass. Silently awaiting either brutal rejection or sweet remedy.

Part of him disbelieves his feet are even outside your door. Third eye beaming down on his own lean body poised for embarrassment, after an hour talking himself up just to leave his quarters. Swansea was dead asleep when he stealthily padded out, and Daisuke prays the old man remains that way when he shamefully crawls back inside.

"Daisuke?" your voice startles him.

Jumping, he snaps a wristband against his skin and silently stares at you, wide-eyed, "Uh. Hi."

"'Hi'? What the fuck are you doing out here...?"

Voice rocky with slumber and eyes discolored with exhaustion, Daisuke imagines you're seconds away from ripping the answer out by force.

"Uhm," he clears his throat, shooting this wary look back as if he's doing something illegal and whispers, "Do you have a thing for Captain?"

"The fuck?" that seems to wake you right up. You blink bleariness out and glare at the man, posture straightening out, "What's wrong with you?"

"Well, you two seem close and all..." Daisuke wants the Tulpar to spontaneously split down the middle and for his body to get ripped into the vacuum of space, "For the age gap, anyway."

"Why do you care?" you dig out drowsiness from either eye with your index knuckle, yawning into Daisuke's face which he supposes he deserves, "You can have the dude, I don't like him. He's my boss."

"I don't- !" Daisuke hisses until you giggle quietly, "Oh, you're mean."

"Yeah," you shrug nonchalantly, leaning against the doorway with folded arms, "You're still standing outside my door. So what?"

"I don't like when you're mean to me..."

"Yes you do."

"But you're not supposed to know that!"

"Alright, then," you step back, finger out to press the close button on your doors, "If you've got nothing else to say, then I will: goodnight, Daisuke."

"No!" he wails, immediately burying teeth into his hand and cringing at the outburst. Just to follow it with a muted one, "Nooo...."

"What? What do you want?"

"You already know," he whines, batting those thick lashes at you like you've been anything remotely resembling sympathetic tonight.

"I wanna hear it," you snag him by the collar of his Pony Express sanctioned sleep shirt and drag him inside before closing your door. Shoving him back until his knees buckle against the bed frame.

Daisuke crashes into your thin sheets. Again: Pony Express sanctioned. Meaning they're bright fucking yellow and do shit for keeping out the cold. But they're a welcomed reprise from that stiff hallway. He shakily exhales, eyes darting around the room for a mere glimpse of any deposed laundry he could spot. Underwear, specifically. Which is strange because until he boarded the Tulpar, Daisuke did not think he was a pervert.

He's ran around a couple bases back on Earth, and he's watched porn, and he's been in casual relationships (two, actually, both of which were surprisingly chaste). He'd never known himself to be obsessed over the idea of sullied garments.

"Daisuke," your voice lulls him back into the moment, eyes low and expectant, "Don't ignore me."

"Sorry," he blurts, swallowing hard and refocusing entirely on the sorry excuse of pajamas you've thrown on. Thin short sleeve and boy shorts. Fuzzy socks he can admit are adorable.

Briefly, the image of his hands wrapped around them as he holds your ankles to your ear flashes in his mind and he has to shake it out just to remember the English language.

"I, uh, well, you know? I'm," he clears his throat, pushing up onto both hands and thighs spreading as this insufferable heat begins throbbing all across his lap, "I'm super pent up. Like. Crazy pent up. I didn't think I'd share a room with Swans', I'm dying without jerking off," your rising brow only prompts more pathetic truths from his mouth, "And I can't find any material other than. Well..." again, his eyes crawl over you without subtlety or remorse. Tongue darting out to slicken his lips, "You."

"Me?" you take one step forward and his hips jump up instinctually.

"You," he confirms, sitting up straighter before slumping forward. Crooking his head up as you approach, and telling himself he allows you to take his cheeks in both hands, "You're so hot you make me wanna vomit. I don't even think it's the isolation, I just... want you."

"Yeah, baby?" it's so condescending, the way you smile down at him and coo, "You wanna fuck me?"

"Uh huh," he spreads out even wider, fingers knotting into your sheets to keep from abruptly grabbing your hips. Silently begging to be touched and praised and kissed.

"What a sweet boy I got, how'd I get lucky enough to get stuck on a haul with you?"

Your wondering goes unanswered long enough for Daisuke to feel permissed to strip those flimsy boy shorts from your legs. Shoving them near your knees before begging,

"Can I put it inside? Just for a little -I need you, please?"

Daisuke spent a countless sum of nights deliriously spiraling into dreamland to thoughts of you riding his cock, but now the reality is sweeter than every built imagination.

His head is practically molten against his shoulder blades and his lungs are expelling air faster than they can recover. Hot thighs slap and stick and peel and you're mewling over him with honeyed lips just wavering above his,

"Is this good, honey? Is it everything you dreamed of?"

He sounds like one of those pin-up blonde girls in porn, fucking wailing for you. Your name muddied and drug through a series of babbled, "Uhhhhh, fuck, yeah, yes yes yes fuck so good. Never had it like this, fuck fuck, I think I love you."

You staunchly ignore that last bit. Mouth hovering over his and teeth snagging Daisuke's with the prayer to draw blood.

Cock fat enough to stretch you out while his head thump thump thumps deep inside you. Velvet walls hardly accommodating with how tightly they squish around his shaft.

Far thrown out his mind is Captain Curly, now all Daisuke hopes for is to be the sole person on board you've made your sex toy.

"fuck me," he wails, even as you follow that exact command, "Fuck me, baby, God!"

Swollen with pleasure, you grind against every down-thrust as you ride his cock and moan his name just like he wants. One hand buried in his bleach-strained hair and one carving into his thigh for purchase.

"Daisuke, harder, babe- give it to me harder!"

He does his best to compky, as Daisuke always does: eager to prove, eager to be useful. Punches his feet onto your mattress to thrust up into you and slam fully inside your snatch, his balls bruising against your ass.

Again he claims to love you and again you choose to ignore it.

⭒ crush

| hamzahthefantastic x youtuber!reader au

summary: hamzah has a crush that is extremely obvious to everyone except you ... somehow?! (both written & smau!!!)

a/n: happy new years!!!!!!

— march 2024

hamzah is hungry beyond belief.

martin's already assured him both over facetime and text that he's on his way with their full course meal of chinese takeout— currently sat in the basket of martin's rented bike, jostling up and down with every bump of the toronto pavement without a doubt. yet his stomach is still throwing a tantrum, depraved of any nutrients while his brain repeats in a neanderthal-like manner "food. coming. soon." in hopes of reducing the pressure within his poor stomach.

he opens instagram, needing some sort of an escape, because naturally a little doom-scrolling will ease his (dramatic but still very real) pain. somehow, among the ridiculous animal reels and comedic twitch clips on his explore feed, he stumbles upon a reel from you. a girl with a different quality and charm to your face and character than anything he's seen in other content creators.

not only does your bubbly yet elegant voice keep him watching but the subject matter is rather fitting— you're cooking a homemade chicken pot pie for the first time. in the video you talk about how often your mother would prepare it growing up and now it's become a popular craving for you. hamzah watches intently as if he were ready to get up and make his own pot pie alongside you.

"hey! the hell are you smiling at?" martin's voice is breathy due to his trek to and from the chinese restaurant. he walks into the living room holding a crinkly plastic bag reading: "thank you! have a nice day!" with that big, yellow smiley face in between.

"huh? nothin'." hamzah dismisses and adjusts himself on the couch, "come on, 'm starving!" he reaches his hand out to take the food from martin before patting the seat next to him.

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— june 2024

"so when are you gonna come see us?"

it was a surprise to see hamzah follow you on instagram a few months ago. you'd heard his name thrown around in certain spaces of the internet but never really indulged in any of his content.

his instagram had the format of a shitposting ten-year-old but it only made you curious about the humorous twenty-something. eventually you'd watched a youtube video of his; completely laughing your ass off and finding your eyes chasing after hamzah whenever he was in even the tiniest of frames.

it was never a serious crush by any means, just a nice piece of secret eye-candy who also happened to have a great personality and an enviously good work ethic (the effort martin and hamzah put into their videos was astonishing to you).

so you were quite nervous to be the first to dm him, in hopes of a friendship or a least a quick exchange of "hey." it was only right — you two had been liking each other's poss and stories a consistent amount.

the mellow first exchange between the two of you in april blossomed into you both constantly talking in your free time; your friendship quickly to developed a flirty back-and-forth dynamic that sometimes borders on way more than platonic. eventually martin was added to your consistent facetime calls and you’ve even let them convince you to create a discord account to play minecraft and grand theft auto online with them.

and now you’re lying on your leather couch with both of their faces displayed in your laptop’s screen, eager to hear your response.

“i don’t know…” you play with a loose end of the sweater you’re wearing, “what would we even do?”

they both stay quiet for a moment before hamzah laughs, “why are you acting like you don’t wanna say yes right now?”

a smile slowly grows on your face “okay… gimme a second,” you begin to google flight information to and from toronto.

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— september 2024

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chaserutherford 🍽️8️⃣ • ♥︎ by author

yourusername I rlly do miss u already 😖😖😖😖

ynfan01 ohhhh this was so necessary thank u mother☺️!! • ♥︎ by author

yourusername Mhm!!! Olivia Wilde head nod 💞💞

slushieeee333 y/n: slurping pasta , hamzah the whole time: 😊👀😍😊

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ynsnumberone THE FLIRTING WENT CRAZYYYYY

slushedyn her and hamzah are obsessed with each other i fear

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hamzahthefantastic Posting our dms is already one thing , but TAGGING ME is actually crazy 🤔🤔 • ♥︎ by author

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“oh!” you accidentally trip over yourself while walking backwards and stumble into hamzah, who was standing in front of the unfamiliar grocery store, watching you prepare to give an intro. “jesus,” martin laughs under his breath from behind the camera. he lowers the camera, showing his feet but still picking up his voice in the mic, “you good?!”

the clip cuts to you stood upright again, "i'm in the six!!!" you exclaim loudly, raising your arms above your head. "and i'm here with slushy noobz to add to my series where other creators "teach me" their specialty. you tug at hamzah's arm and pull him into the frame with you, "hamzah tell them what you and martin are gonna teach me," you look up a him while still holding onto his arm. you interrupt him before he even begins to speak, "oh yeah! martin is also here by the way!" you point and martin flips the camera to himself. "they're just leaving me out it's fine, i know i'm out already, just vote just vote," he references with a sigh before turning it back to you and hamzah. "don't start! chase is on his way to come and film for us-" "listen! this is our plan-- we're gonna teach you how to mukbang; everyone knows we're very qualified in this field and know everything there is to know about the subject, so, uhh, yeah we're kinda experts. i dont know, would you say that, martin?" hamzah rambles. "yeah, i think that's a good way to describe us" "perfect! then you're teachin' me how to kiss next, right?" you ask. hamzah goes from looking at you attentively (hanging onto your every word) to a face deadpanned as he glances over to martin trying not to smile.

the video cuts to a clip with the three of you, finally, all in one shot now that chase is behind the camera. you pull a cart out from its slot and push yourself on it before standing both feet on top of the tiny foot bar, gliding through the automatic doors.

next, a clip of martin speaking to the camera while you and hamzah look through different pasta sauces together, "okay we didn't really explain this well but essentially we're all going to cook a nice dish and then eat it together in front of you guys. isn't that cute?" "yeah, can't wait for us to mukbang together" hamzah speaks. martin turns back to the camera with a smirk, "i bet you wish you were mukbanging with us huh, chase?" "no. and you just made that word up." martin's face falls.

the entire grocery shopping trip is filmed with little moments like hamzah mispronouncing a few brand names, martin talking to strangers about which pasta noodle to try, and you randomly walking off into estranged aisles "just to see if things are really different here"

now, you're all back at martin's home; you read aloud the recipe and hamzah is stood practically on top of you as he also looks down at the phone, all while martin lays ingredients out of the counter. "okay simple enough," hamzah says. "yeah, and you're still gonna make me do all of the work anyway," martin huffs sarcastically. you giggle a bit, "martin the most you'll have to do is boil water, i'll force him to do the rest." "huh???!! who??" hamzah questions, his smiley face “accidentally” leaning far too close to yours. "you, duh!" you laugh and turn away to look for a large pot.

throughout the cooking process you slowly stop helping; talking to mandy while you two eat chips and salsa while leaning on the counter or petting the pets instead of doing any of the tasks given to you from the self-proclaimed chefs.

"this is literally your video! what the hell y/n?!" martin whines when he finds you and mandy making a tiktok in his "man cave" together after you'd told them you were going to the bathroom, "seriously mandy?" all of the audio can be heard from the mics on your clothing. "where was she?" hamzah says monotonous as he scrolls on his phone. "making freaking tiktoks with mandy of course!" you giggle as you walk into the kitchen behind him, "what? the food is practically done, we're just waiting on garlic bread!" you shrug and hamzah immediately turns at the sound of your voice. "well, you gonna at least show us?" hamzah asks casually placing his hands on the counter around you, trapping you in the space between him and the marble surface. "yeah," you tilt your head so you can look at his face as you make fun of his not-so-friendly gesture, "you wanna keep breathing down my neck like that while i show you?" he laughs and moves away to cover up the embarrassment of being called out. "stop!" you laugh and bring him back into frame forcing him and martin to watch you and mandy dance on your phone screen.

the four of you sit on the carpet with plates full of chicken alfredo and pieces of garlic bread laid out on martin’s coffee table. you all talk about your experience in toronto so far, how you and hamzah first met, … et cetera.

martin attempts to teach you canadian slang: “keener is big here.” “actually? what the hell does that even mean?” “it’s kinda like a try hard— people will call you a keener if you’re doing too much, basically.” “wait tell me more!” “i mean things like buddy is way too common here. some random old guys will call me that and it always throws me off??” “yeah they always say it so demeaning,” hamzah laughs. “do you guys actually say ‘eh?’ all the time? i feel like i haven’t noticed it a lot.” you ask genuinely. “i won't lie.. i say it more often than i like to admit!” mandy says. you’ve noticed that no matter if you’re the one speaking or not hamzah’s eyes keep glancing and sometimes full on staring at you (he really doesn’t mean to but he thinks he’s finally processing that you’re actually here with them after months of wanting this) you're flattered nonetheless.

at some point hamzah and martin recreate a scene in lady and the tramp, successfully slurping at the same noodle until hamzah retreats and martin sighs at his lack of commiting to the bit. you laugh along before asking hamzah’s to share a noodle with you with a smile slapped over your face, “me next?” he fights off any blushing with a roll of his eyes and his response of, “yeah? ask me again in a sec.”

after you’ve all finished eating, you complete the video with a big smile and a promise of more collaborations in the future.

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