#......danm he's cute

[the-hottest-jared]

Evan fell on his ass today.....again,unrelated i had a definitely not asthma attack soon after

[hotch33tos22]

Shigaraki x Barista Reader

“Your Number.” (Fluff)

Danm it...

DANM IT!.

it was you again... the same woman who'd always be working in the coffee shop. your usual 9 to 4 shift,Saturdays to Wednesdays to where on Thursday, to Saturday youd do your daily chores, errands or relaxing...

There you were again... and again... every morning handing Tomura his usual Plain coffee with two sugar packets and you could never forget his stirring stick.

Once again in a repeated schedule Tomura would go every morning only during the days when you work at 10 am for his coffee, 9 was too early to see you.. he didn't seem THAT desperate for your attention but later on he had to things... 10... well.. 10 was perfect.

This had been his routine now, to get this coffee and see you behind that counter... the place was nearly always empty when Tomura was there but he didn't mind that at all...

He was here just for you after all...

He'd always have his snarky yet bold attitude towards you... yet you never minded?

He couldn't help to wonder why...did he hate it? Maybe... Maybe not?

Even when he wasn't in his best moods and was acting all cocky and harsh you'd still be nice.

It'd been pissing him off for quite awhile now... his anger with your kindness, your niceness towards his bullshit... you never called him out, never insulted him, never made any bad remarks or said anything rude. Just the same

'good morning!',

'what can I get for you?' bullshit. What did you think of him? Really... Did you even think he was attractive, or cool... or funny? Or was he just like some rude customer you put up with... what the hell were you thinking...?

It was driving him nuts, his mind racing... he just had to know what you were thinking... maybe you thought he was attractive, maybe you even found him attractive and cute, or at the least charming... it's not like he was some hideous creature or anything... his thoughts started to become more and more lewd and intrusive as his eyes slowly traced your body from behind the counter... damn it... His eyes started wandering down your body, thinking about what you looked like underneath your uniform, your skirt and your top and... dammit all-

He began to feel a slight heat rising to his face, quickly covering his reddening cheeks with his hand, scratching his cheek with his long, bitten back nails. This was a bad habit of his when he got nervous.

“Damnit... no no no...” he mumbled, rubbing his fingers over his rough neck, trying to quell the intrusive thoughts that we're growing more and more prominent in his head. He was getting all worked up over a woman just because she was nice to him, and she was attractive... he let out a low, exasperated sigh, his eyes remaining fixated on you the entire time while you prepared his coffee.

He continued to stare at you from where he stood, letting his eyes travel up and down your form, tracing every detail of your figure. He found himself becoming increasingly distracted, trying (and failing) to control his thoughts.

It's all your fault... you were too damn nice, too nice to a person like him, and that was just encouraging the thoughts he was having about you...

His scratching suddenly became more intense as he became more and more agitated... he felt trapped. Trapped in this seemingly endless cycle of infatuation and desire, unable to escape the hold you had over him. He needed to say something, anything, to break the silence between the both of you. Taking a deep breath, he hesitantly looked back up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and something else he wouldn't admit.

As he continued to stare he couldn't help but to wonder... would you be into him?

He could have sworn you Knew he was a villain. The moment where one day he had accident let down his mask in front if you as you stood in shock but quickly composed yourself to continue on and take his order.

He knew he wasn't the typical ideal type, He was too much of a dick, too standoffish with an attitude that didn't help much at all with making him approachable. He was awkward, he knew that much, his awkwardness could be endearing in some ways... but it would probably be a major turn off for most people.

His thoughts continued to race as he tried to figure you out.

'Fuck it.' Was all that rang in his mind as he subconsciously moved his body towards you.

'wait... wait..! Stop-... stop moving-!' His mind panicked as he stood infront of the counter as you looked up at him with a tilting head of confusion

"Do you need something sir?" You curiously asked

Dammit... he cursed himself, internally facepalming as he realised what he was doing, his eyes darting to the floor in embarrassment.

Why was it so damn hard to just ask... you...

It's was as if something was holding him back, like something inside him was keeping him from spitting it out. He felt pathetic, standing in front of you like a shy teenager with a crush.

As he heard you speak, he suddenly became acutely aware of the way you addressed him.

Sir? Why was it 'sir...' he was only twenty for Christ sake...

He scratched his neck again, trying to hide his reddened cheeks.

"I'd... like your number..." he mumbled, trying to sound as disinterested as possible as he forced himself to look up into your face, his eyes avoiding direct eye contact, instead focusing on the counter.

He knew it was a direct request and maybe a little bit sudden... but it had been gnawing at him for months now and he just... he just couldn't keep it in anymore.

"I'm sorry?" You furrowed your brows in confusion you didn’t hear him through his mumbles, you leaned over the counter to hear him better. He leaned forwards, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as he repeated himself a bit more clearly.

"I asked for your number..."

He was so close, the only thing separating them was the counter top itself. He could smell the faint scent of pertume on you, as well as faint traces of coffee that clung to your clothing and skin.

Number? Like your employee number?….

"Is there a complaint you'd like to do?" You looked up at him with worry. Did your services not satisfy him? Was it a complain?

He let out an annoyed grunt, rolling his eyes at your confusion.

"No, no... there's no complaint... I just..." he paused, his mind running in circles trying to find the words to say.

"I just, I-" he was getting flustered again, his heart racing in his chest as he looked at you. He had come all this way, he was so close to asking... so why did he feel so damn nervous?

Your eyes furrowed deeply as you tried to understand his stuttered words.

He cursed internally, frustrated by his inability to express himself properly. He knew he probably looked like a complete idiot right now, standing there and stammering like an imbecile, but he just couldn't push the words out.

This was so damn frustrating...

He knew what he wanted, he knew what to ask for but his damn mind and mouth just weren't cooperating.

He took a deep breath and tried again.

"just-" he started, still refusing to make eye contact with you. His fingers dug into the edge of the counter as he tried to calm his racing heartbeat.

"Just... give me your number... please..." Please? he thought in disbelief. He rarely used please... hell, he hardly ever said please. But somehow it just slipped out without him realising.

His heart beat faster as he waited for your response, mentally preparing himself for the possibility of rejection...

"M-m-my number?" You stuttered out as your cheeks rose red, as you began to realize he wanted your number. sure you'd get asked for your number not often but time to time by a couple of different men. But during work? With a customer you Knew was a villain? You wanted to decline but danm it you've been crushing on him for what? The longest he's ever came to the shop?

He couldn't help but notice the way your cheeks became flushed, a slight blush spreading across your face. For some reason that made his gut twist in a way he wasn't quite used to...

He leaned a bit further forwards, his eyes darting from the counter, to your face and back again, hoping that his intense look wasn't too off putting.

"Yes... your number..." he repeated, the words leaving his mouth a bit more firmly this time. He was nervous, anxious even, but he was determined to get what he came for.

"O-oh...o-okay um.." you nervously shuffled through the counter to find a pen and paper

He couldn't believe it. You were actually... agreeing? That was unexpected.

He'd thought you'd turn him down, maybe say your weren't interested, or that it was against policy for employees to give out their personal information to customers...

He watched you intently as you searched through the storage underneath the counter, his heart thumping in his chest.

He couldn't stop himself from scratching at his neck again...

"Hurry up..." he mumbled, his impatience growing with every second that passed.

He wanted your number, he needed your number as soon as possible.

He glanced around, noticing how some of the other customers were shooting him weird looks from their seats, probably wondering why he was leaned over the counter so much.

He grumbled under his breath, wishing they would mind there own damn business...

You finally found a pen and ripped an empty recipe paper nervously writing down your number as you bit the inside your your cheek.

He watched as you hastily scribbled your number down, his eyes eagerly following the movement of your hand.

His heart rate was increasing by the second, the anxiousness and anticipation was almost too much for him to handle.

He leaned himself forwards even further, his arms pressing against the counter as he craned his neck to get a better view of the number you were putting down.

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, you stopped writing, ripping the piece of paper from the recipe book and holding it out to him.

He stared at it for a moment, his eyes fixed on the numbers you had written on it.

This was it. Your number... he could finally have a direct way of communicating with you...

He quickly snatched the piece of paper out of your hand, holding it between his fingers as if it was the most precious thing in the world.

He could feel the excitement building inside of him, his pulse racing as he folded the piece of paper and stuffed it into his pocket.

He looked back up at you, and for a split second, he almost felt like he was on cloud nine. But just as quickly as the feeling came, the reality of what he had just done hit him like a truck.

He'd just gotten the number of a woman he had zero chances of actually getting, and he didn't even know how to talk to women. He was in way over his head already.

He quickly attempted to school his expression, trying to maintain his usual bored and nonchalant expression, not wanting to let on how much this interaction had affected him.

But as he stared at your nervous expression and flushed cheeks, he realised he was failing miserably. He could feel his own face heating up, the tips of his ears feeling warm as the realisation hit him. He cleared his throat, attempting to compose himself before speaking.

"Thanks..." he mumbled, his voice coming out more gruffly than he had intended.

He knew he should probably say something else, anything else, but he was tongue tied.

His mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to think of something to say to make this situation less awkward. He fidgeted with the paper in his pocket, his fingers tracing over the numbers written on it.

"U-um-…T-thank you..." you softly spoke as you looked at his hidden features. Your ears were dusted with a hue of red as you looked up at him with the most loving eyes. He couldn't help but notice the way your eyes softened as you spoke, the look of admiration and affection in your gaze making his heart skip a beat.

He felt a sudden rush of heat to his cheeks, his body reacting involuntarily to your look.

He quickly looked away, desperately trying to hide the effect you were having on him.

"Whatever..." he mumbled, attempting to sound disinterested and unbothered but failing miserably.

He dug his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, his fingers gripping the piece of paper that held your number. He knew he should probably leave now, he had gotten what he came for, after all... but something was stopping him from walking out the door.

He glanced back at you, his gaze lingering on your face for a moment too long before he spoke up again. "I..uh, I should get going..."

"Y-yeah um-" you cleared your throat before continuing

"yea... thank you for...coming,"

He nodded in response, his heart beating a little faster as he realised that this was it, he was actually leaving.

"Yeah, no problem...thanks..for your number ..again." he mumbled, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.

He started to slowly back away from the counter, his eyes still fixed on you. He didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay here and talk to you, but he knew he couldn't.

"I'll..see you around..." he finally managed to say, giving you one last glance before turning and making his way towards the door.

“Y-yeah..”

As you watched him leave you felt your heart flutter with nervousness... excitement...happiness..., you held on to your chest with quivered lips as you watched him leave.

He pushed the doors open, stepping out into the bustling mall. He could feel his heart beating faster than usual, his mind racing with thoughts of you. He put his hands in his pockets again, his fingers automatically tracing over the piece of paper that had your number.

He could still smell the faint scent of perfume and coffee lingering in his nostrils, a constant reminder of just how close he had been to you.

As he walked through the mall, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief.

He, a villain, had just gotten the number of a cute, innocent worker. He smirked, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he thought about the whole interaction. It was so cliché, so movie-like, he felt like a damn fool. He had acted like a bumbling idiot almost the whole time, stuttering and blushing like a preteen boy with a crush.

He shook his head, trying to snap himself out of his thoughts. But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't forget the way you looked at him.

It replayed over and over in his mind, a never ending loop of your soft eyes and flushed cheeks.

As he continued to walk, he suddenly realised something.He had no idea what to do with your number.Sure, he had it now, but what was he supposed to do with it? Text you? Call you? He wasn't even sure if you'd actually respond.

He cursed under his breath, shoving his hands further into his pockets as he tried to figure out his next move. He considered just throwing the piece of paper away, it would probably save him a lot of trouble in the long run...

But as much as he tried to convince himself, he couldn't bring himself to do it. The thought of letting go of your number, of losing the only direct way he had of communicating with you, was too much for him to bear.

He needed that number, he had to have it. It was like some kind of sick obsession, the need to have this small piece of paper was driving him insane.

He grumbled to himself, frustrated by the conflicting emotions coursing through him. He didn't understand it, he didn't understand why he felt so drawn to you, why he felt this intense desire to have your attention. He had never felt like this before, not for anyone. It was like you had a hold on him, a power over him that he couldn't break free from.

He wasn't even sure if he wanted to break free, that's what worried him. He was becoming too attached to you, too obsessed...

As he continued walking, he suddenly caught sight of his reflection in a store window.

He looked a mess, his hair was sticking up at odd angles, his eyes were wide and dilated, and his cheeks were flushed red.

He quickly looked away, cursing under his breath again. Why did he look so damn flushed? Why was he acting like some love sick fool?

He gritted his teeth, feeling a wave of self loathing wash over him. It was pathetic, it was... embarrassing. He couldn't let anyone know how he was acting, they'd think he was weak, soft. It was bad enough that you had probably noticed his odd behaviour, if anyone else found out he'd never hear the end of it.

He had been walking for what felt like forever, his mind a tangled mess of thoughts and feelings. He was becoming frustrated, irritated at himself for being such a coward.

He had you number, he could text you right now if he wanted to... but he didn't know what to say.

He didn't want to come across as too forceful or inappropriate...

He let out an annoyed sigh, pulling the piece of paper out of his pocket again and staring down at the numbers scrawled on it.

He could feel the paper crumpling under his grip, his fist clenching subconsciously as he looked at it. as he stared down at the paper, reading the numbers over and over again, he knew it was pointless to try and deny it.

He was obsessed with you, completely and utterly obsessed. He couldn't go an hour without thinking about you, wondering what you were doing, if you were thinking about him...

He was a goner, and he knew it.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, quickly unlocking it placing in your number, opening up the messaging app.

He stared at the screen, watching the cursor blink silently as he tried to gather his thoughts.

What did he say? Should he be direct and straight to the point? Should he try to be casual and charismatic? Should he text you right away or wait until later?

He groaned in frustration, his fingers hovering over the keyboard but unable to type anything.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He had to do this, he had to send you a message. It didn't matter what it said, as long as he got the chance to talk to you.

He started a new message, staring at the blinking cursor again.

"Hey" he typed, then immediately deleting it. No, that was too casual. Too generic. He needed something more unique, something that would grab your attention.

He tried again, his fingers moving furiously over the keys.

"Sup?" No, that was too casual. Too dismissive. He didn't want to sound disinterested.

He backspaced again, trying a different approach.

"Hello." No, that was too formal. Too abrupt. It would make him sound like a creep.

He cursed under his breath, struggling to find the right words to say.

He didn't want to come across as too desperate or too casual. He had to find the sweet spot, the perfect message that would get your attention without sounding clingy or creepy.

He tried again, his fingers trembling as he typed.

"Hey, it's me..." he typed, then quickly deleted it. No, that was too vague. That would make you question who he was.

He grumbled to himself, getting more and more frustrated by the second.

He knew he was overthinking this, making a mountain out of a molehill...

But something about you just made his brain turn to mush.

He took another deep breath, trying to steady his nerves.

He had to just bite the bullet and type something, anything. It didn't matter what, as long as it got the conversation started.

He typed quickly, before he had a chance to second guess himself.

‘It's Tomura.’ he wrote, then quickly typed another message.

‘The guy who came into the coffee store earlier.’

'Black hoodie and blueish hair?’ You replied in a instant.

He chuckled at your description, his heart fluttering a bit at the fact that you remembered what he was wearing.

'Yeah, that's me.' he typed, a small, barely noticeable smile gracing his lips.

[sweet1delusi0ns]

Naruto boys cute habits ──☆*:・ﾟ

Characters: Naruto🦊,sasuke🗡️,kiba🐺, shikamaru🀄️,shino🪲,neji🎋,Lee🥋, choji🍥,gaara⏳, kankuro🪆

Naruto🦊-*

He has a new habit every other hour he collects them like Pokémon tbh. He has basically every cute habit you could find of, he taps his feet when he’s waiting, he scrunched his nose when he’s upset, he sticks his tongue out when he’s focusing, I mean it he has basically any habit you could think of. But you still find it very cute to observe his little habits~

He sometimes worry’s he’s doing to much so he went a whole day trying to hold back any habits he gained and if he couldn’t he would apologize to you, ofc you smothered him with kisses calling him a cutie patootie for his silly habits

Sasuke🗡️-*

You may not think it but he is always focus, how you ask? He snaps his fingers quietly to keep himself focused! You never understood why he randomly snapped around you, maybe he was trying to tease or mess with you? No he’s just making sure he doesn’t get distracted. What’s even more adorable is that he doesn’t need to snap his fingers if his doing something with you. You keep him focused!

“Why do You Never do your cute little finger snap thingy while we are on dates?” “W-well I only do it to keep me focused, I guess…I find it easier to focus on you more than anything else.” (I’m crying)

Kiba🐺-*

He bites things, and by things I mean you. Just randomly he will just bite you, kiss the mark then just carry on😭 his love language is physical touch but this isn’t so much language as it is a habit- he doesn’t go a single day without biting your arm or shoulder. He does it in the morning and when you both get back from work. It’s routine for him and honestly he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it sometimes

“DANM BOY THAT WAS AN AGGRESSIVE ONE-” “what?” “That bite! God are you trying to eat me?!” “I bit you..?” “…yes?” “Oh-….sorry babe” kisses mark

Shikamaru🀄️-*

We all know his little hand gesture he does when he is thinking and you thought that’s the only habit little shika has, until you started to pay close attention to him when he is winding down. You noticed that everytime he rests on the couch and close his eyes he slowly sways back and forth! He tried to calm himself by rocking slowly!

“You do that everytime dear, I could rock you yk!~” “what?” “You don’t notice it?” “No y/n… what?” “You rock yourself back and forth when your trying to relax~” “I WHAT?!” Turns out he didn’t even know he did that😭

Shino🪲-*

He hums a lot, but he doesn’t hum songs he just hums a tune and hold it there. You thought it was the strangest thing until you realized who he was, it’s the bug guy! He’s not humming he’s buzzing-

“Do you seriously just buzz like a bee?” “Well if you must know flower, I find it calming” “of course you do” “mmmmmmmmmmmmmm” “it’s kinda cute when you buzz” “what-“

Neji🎋-*

I dont know if you can call it a habit but he just reuses the same words over and over, it’s not because he can’t think of another word he just chooses to use the same word. For example he would call something “foolish” then use the word “foolish” to describe other things throughout the day even though he hasnt really used the word before

“Outrageous!!!” “32” “what? 32 what love?” “That’s the 32nd time you’ve used the word outrageous just today” “oh- do I really reuse words that much?” “Yeah but it’s fine pretty boy, it’s cutee” flustered Neji activated

Lee🥋-*

He also reuses words like Neji but the other habit he gained is jumping. If he’s in a line too long or waiting for you to get ready he will just start hopping in place, probably a way to keep himself patient and in check so he doesn’t get upset over waiting so long!

Bounce…bounce…bounce “what’s that noise honey?�� “Meeeee” “well what are you doing?” “I’m Bouncing y/n-Chan!!” “Why…?” “Becauseeeee!” You just left it there, let him bounce!

Choji🍥-*

A little bite like Naruto he has many habits such as; he taps his knees when sitting patiently, he also makes popping noises with his mouth during awkward situations, and sometimes he even pinched his own cheeks (you taught him to love his cheeks so he really got that from you)

“Whatcha doinggg” “squishing my cheek…I never realized how soft they are” “and I never realized how handsome you are ~” he hides his face so fast

Gaara⏳-*

He likes fidgeting with his hands, sometimes he just starts counting on his fingers cuz he’s bored. The only thing he loves more is playing with your hands instead! He always found them so soft and delicate. He fiddles with your rings or just pulling on your fingers slightly

“Your so cute when you do that rose” he reaches down and kiss the back of your hand “thank you y/n. I find every part of you very interesting that is why I do this” awww

Kankuro🪆-*

He’s the kinda guy who’s really likes his hair so obviously he’s gunna play with his own hair sometimes unless you do it for him he learned how to braid and everything! One time you walked in on him with two pigtails in and you started crying!

“AWWW LOOK AT YOUUU!!” “StOOOP” “Aw i cant look at your cute pony tails!” “I like my hair ok is that such a crime!!”

[youngies-bae]

Coffee Shop

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴/𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: sᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝘈𝘜/𝘛𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘐𝘯𝘧𝘰 & 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: ғᴏᴏᴅ, ᴅᴏɢ, ᴀ ʟɪʟ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ 😛, ʙғ&ɢғ

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 & 𝘙𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨: ᴘɢ, ғʟᴜғғ

𝘞/𝘊: 1𝙠

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: U get coffee wit seonghwa n ur dog.

𝘛𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵: @minkilicious

𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰:

𝘈/𝘯: The pics don't really go together but I really dgaf 😔 hope u enjoy.

“Can I please get a large caramel latte with whipped cream.” You tell cashier.  

“Will that be it?” He says, you shake your head.  

“May I also have a large Americano, two cinnamon rolls and a breakfast burrito.”  You finish off your order with a smile.  

“Anything else?” He asks smiling back at you.  

“No, that’ll be all. Thank you.” You nod and wait for him to give you your receipt. You go and sit down waiting for your number to be called. You look down at your phone and scroll through Instagram constantly getting ads like... Danm.  

“Excuse me.” You hear a man say to a woman, you glance over to see that it was your boyfriend, with your dog.  

“Boy, shave those sideburns before you come and talk to me.” The lady he was trying to pass said to him. Although it was rude you couldn’t help but laugh at what was said and the look on his face.  

“Uhm, I just need to get by... my wife is over there.” The lady looked surprised, so did you. You are not his wife... yet.  

“Oh! My apologies.” She moves swiftly with her head slightly down. “And your dog is gorgeous by the way.”  

“Thanks.” Seonghwa said smiling.  

He looked gorgeous, he was wearing baggy black jeans, a brown t-shirt that perfectly hugged his arms and chest, he’s wearing mocha Jordan 1’s. On his neck he has on a gold chain along with a silver watch on his wrist. In his left hand he held a brown Nike hoodie. In the right he held the leash that was hooked onto the harness of your beautiful border collie that was brown and white. The leash and harness were black along with the collar.  

“Hey baby,” Seonghwa says sitting down in the chair in front of you.  

“Hey,” Your eyes followed his face as he sat down. He looks good, like REALLY good. You always think he looks good to be honest but today there's something different. You're not sure what it is. “Are you going to propose?”  

“Yes.” Your eyes widen.  

“What...?” You ask surprised.  

“Just not today” Her says.  

You smack your lips disappointed, “You had me excited, you cross your arms and roll your eyes.  

He chuckles showing off his perfect set of teeth, “Rex missed you.”  

You open your mouth and look at him, “Did you miss me boy?” As soon as you look at him, he hops up on his hind legs and puts his paws on your lap. He’s so cute, his ears flop around as he waits to receive your love. You kiss his head and rub his hairy stomach.  

“You know who also missed you?” Seonghwa says still smiling. Her enjoys seeing you and Rex happy, it gives him life.  

“Who?” You say surprised with your eyebrows raised. “Was it your mom? Cuz’ I miss her too; I really miss her chicken.” You continue to pat and pet Rex as he licks your arm softly.  

“No... Seonghwa missed you.” Seonghwa says speaking in third person.  

You furrow your eyebrows and give him a weird look, “Why are you talking in third person?” Seonghwa puts his lips together and tightens his smile.  

“I’m just kidding, I missed you too.” you get up quickly and plant a kiss on his lips before he could even do anything.  

“Number 84!!” You hear one of the workers call. You grab the receipt and prepare to get up.  

“Wait, take Rex, I’ll get it.” He hands you the leash and gets up with the receipt. Rex watches as he walks to the counter already missing his daddy. Only a minute later you see Seonghwa coming back with a tray of drinks and food. He sets the tray down and sets your drink in front of your and his in front of him. He gave each of you a cinnamon roll and set the burrito in the middle as well as the pup cup he had received.  

“Don’t give it to him yet.” Seonghwa says putting the tray on top of the trash can and grabbing napkins, a butter knife and sugar.  

He finally sat down and still looked as handsome as ever. “Sit.” He tells Rex then gives him the pup cup he’s been waiting for.  

“You look really good today, Hwa.” You say finally.  

“Oh, do I?” He smirks while cutting the burrito in half with the butter knife. You could tell he was purposely making his hand veins show, it made you giggle.  

“Yes, yes you do.” you reply.  

“Well, you look gorgeous. You always do.” He says staring into your soul, he puts his hand on your cheek and pulls you closer to him as he leans closer to your ear.  

“You’d look even more gorgeous with no clothes on.” He whispered to you.  

You gasp and hit his in his shoulder, “Why are you saying things like that? Are you crazy?” Your eyebrows are raised, and your mouth was wide.  

You two finish your food while chatting and Rex begged silently.  

When you all finished you, both walked to the nearby park along with Rex. Seonghwa always has a ball in handy, even if he didn’t, he could always throw a stick instead.  

You had walked to a big empty field with Seonghwa and Rex, Seonghwa unhooked Rex’s leash from his harness and threw a tennis ball as if it were a football. Just as you excepted Rex sprinted as hard as he could to fetch the ball.  

The sky looked beautiful; it was orange in the distance but blue above with lots of clouds. After about an hour, you and Seonghwa sat down on the grass and let Rex roam free. You had laid down together and watched the sky.  

Seonghwa wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him, you could smell his cologne, it smells amazing. He could smell your perfume it smelled amazing.  

He placed a kiss on your neck, “Do you want chicken for dinner?”  

[spokantruth]

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content: smutty little thought

evp reading: hello my little ghosts some small thought i had a while back that i rewrote and wanted to share cause sub hyunjin has been my brain rot recently ❤︎

warnings: pegging, sub/dom, sub hyunjin x dom reader, praising cause that boy needs it, implied multiple rounds, overstimulated, soft aftercare

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subby hyunjin who knows you’ve been so busy so he didn’t want to bother you with his needy wants. Trying to deal with it himself but jesus christ… he just can’t get himself to cum

subby hyunjin who calls you around 10 at night knowing you probably just got out of your after work shower. Meekly asking your to come over, over the phone. “please buba… c-can you come over?.. you can even stay the weekend to make it easier!” he tries to help convince you

subby hyunjin who is ecstatic when you happily agree to stay the weekend and tell him your packing you bag now and will be there in 15 minutes. Quickly running upstairs to his room to put on his lotion and rose perfume. He only wants to smell the sweetest. Slipping on his soft pink sweater. the one that compliments his soft and plushy lips. A pair of small matching pink boxers.

subby hyunjin who looks at himself in his full length mirror while smiling brightly at how cute (and ready) he is for you. The same mirror you fucked him in front of the weekend before last. Those memories flooding in and making his cheeks turn pink like his sweater. The tent in his boxers poking out a bit. Making him pull down his sweater a little.

subby hyunjin who hears the doorbell ring and scurries downstairs immediately. Ripping the door open and yanking you inside. Making you drop your bag and laugh. “Hello my jinnie” god that name. That danm name. The name that makes him wanna fall to his knees and beg everytime he hears it. No no he can’t do that just yet though. Too shy to admit why he wants you there.

subby hyunjin who won’t stop clinging to you as you walk around his place. Gently tugging at your tight black t shirt while you walk around the kitchen to pick up a few things and get a glass of water. You’ve been here for 15 minutes and he already can’t handle the fact your hands aren’t all over him.

subby hyunjin who hugs you from behind tightly, hiding his face in your neck as he speaks. “ i need you buba… please i couldn’t do it on my own.. it hurts so bad” He whispers. His plush lips brushing against your neck lightly. And just like that, the switch flipped in your brain. Smirking and tugging him in front of you. “oh?… my jinnie need my help”

subby hyunjin who’s only seconds later bent over the island in his kitchen, Boxers pooled down at his feet. Glittery pink strap buried deep inside him. You, leaning over him with your sweats tugged down just enough for your strap to poke out. The strap that you wore over cause you knew why he wanted you over just by the tone in his voice. One hand reached over to tangle with his and your other hand holding his pretty waist tightly. “Look at you jinnie~ So well behaved and taking it . so. well” you say while punctuating each word with a strong thrust to his sweet spot.

subby hyunjin who’s drooling and hiccuping by the time he’s now sprawled out on his bed. Satin black sheets making his pretty self pop more. Overstimulated from two rounds already. Your own clothes stripped already and piled on the floor.

subby hyunjin who can’t help but to blabber while unable to think straight. “fuck fuck fuck~ Don’t stop!” “thank you baby thank you thank you” “so full mmmm~” Gasps at the end of each sentence.

subby hyunjin who is completely out of breath by the end of you twos love time. His naked body curled up into your naked body, tangled in his satin sheets. Both bodies littered in red bite marks, purple and pink splotches, and red stripes. His brain still fuzzy but now not with lust but with love. Your sweet voice whispering praises in his ear and one hand massaging his sore thigh and the other gently tracing shapes along his back. “You did so well baby” “oh my sweet jinnie you were such a good boy” “I love you my masterpiece”

subby hyunjin who falls asleep in your arms knowing he’s well taken care of and has the ability to return the favor to you in the morning. A round 4?

[crazyco0tz]

{Stray kids calling you ma’am}

Written!reaction

Maknae line

Warning:slightly suggestive, one curse word

𝐇𝐚𝐧

He tries to tease you with it but he just ends up feeling silly, or he tries to use it to make him “cuter” he even puffs his cheeks after referring to you as ma’am

“Hannie for the last time no”. You were both currently ‘arguing’ about literal icecream, Han just asked if he could finish the rest of your favorite flavor (he already had two bowls)

He rubs his cheek on your shoulder while you look forward sternly refusing to cave. A loud groan leaves his mouth ringing your ear while he flops down on the floor. After putting himself on his knees infront of you he cups his hands together and looks up at you with teary eyes

“PLEASE Y/N” he begs while fake sniffling, you chuckle at the fact that he’s literally begging on his knees for some ice cream. You knew he was trying to make himself as cute as possible to break you but you weren’t having it; “your not getting my danm ice cream baby boy” you push on his forehead with your finger in a taunting manner

He gasps looking away while placing his hand on his forehead (dramatically) he looks down to take a second to think of what he could possibly do… he flash backs to all the times you’ve called him cheeks adorable and how you could just “eat ‘em up” He smirks at the idea

He puts his hands on your knees still looking down, then he shot up his head and landed his head right on your knees, with the sadness eyes he could fake and the biggest pout he could make with of course, puffed up little cheeks

You lean away taken aback by his stubbornness over ice cream but you can’t just let him win “you think your so smart puffing out your cheeks to look cute huh?” He lifts his head off your knee to nod slowly with a soft and sad “yes ma’am, can I please just have the rest…” you pull your head up to look away while sighing. He’s overdoing it but… it worked

You huff and stomp your foot signaling him to get off, “fine, you can have my ice cream, but your buying me more Baby Boy.” You Look down again to find him gone, he was already in the kitchen. “Aren’t you forgetting something hannie.” You heard the bowls clanking “I LOVE YOU JAGI!!” you could tell he is genuinely so happy that you said yes

You guys spend the rest of the night finishing the ice cream and cuddling since he felt a little bad ‘manipulating’ you with his cuteness. He definitely made it up to you with all the ice cream you ask!

𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱

This sweetheart was raised right so 90% of the time he calls you ma’am out of respect also since he aimlessly follows your wishes it’s fitting for him

On an average basic “yes ma’am” is frequently used from Felix to you, he loves to do any little think you ask because he thinks you deserve all the slack he can give you, he knows your a very strong person but he still wants to spoil you and give you comfort

After a very long day of work you got home to a dirty kitchen (he was cooking up a storm) flour everywhere and dirty bowl next to a fresh batch of brownies with your name on them. “Cute” you whisper before huffing at the mess, you grab cleaning products and towels for the mess and got to cleaning

After all the flour was cleaned up it was time for the bowls. you reach for the first one, shaking from tiredness before Felix enters the room SHOCKED to see you CLEANING HIS MESS. He slides over softly grabbing the bowl from your hand while you look up at him in confusion

“No ma’am, not happening, not after your long day nuh uh” he rants shaking his head side to side, you were just shocked that he told you no. You smile softly at his care for you, you reach over the counter to grab his cheek and kiss him softly. Both pulling away with pink cheeks while Felix gave you a charming smile

Your gaze softened from tiredness; “thank you sunshine” you coo as you reach to pat his head as a reward. “Anything for you baby” he responds making your heart melt. “After you clean up please come to bed with me, I want to hold my sunshine” he giggles at the nickname while slowly wipping down the bowls; “yes ma’am, I’ve missed your touch” his voice like silk

You walk away from the table to head to bed but not before kissing your Boy one last time

Seungmin

If he’s in a really loving mood the nicknames come with or if he’s trying to tease, but in his defense he’ll do anything after your butter him up a little with love, attention and care (which you do already)

You click your tongue to get his attention from your spot on the bed, “why don’t you come cuddle huh min?” He doesn’t move his eyes from his closet trying to find an outfit for tomorrow. “No, busy” he responds blandly. You scoff “you’ve been at that for almost an hour it’s break time.” He stays silent trying to concentrate “seungmin, come here. I know you want some love pup” he finally breaks his latch from the clothes

“I do want love…it’s just tha-” “Seungmin now.” He straightens up flustered from the stern tone but knew it was for his good. Shyly smirking “yes ma’am” you laugh at his tone change before throwing the blanket to the side before patting the sheet. He jumps in like an eager puppy finally feeling the excitement of quality time. He snuggles up in your arms before resting his body. “By the way you’ll look handsome in anything” you tease while petting his hair, you could practically feel the redness on his face.

Jeongin

Only uses it to seem innocent when he’s caught red handed, he acts like he has one clue what your on about

Rummaging through your wallet, desperately trying to find your credit card before reality sets in, the little fox snatched it again, busting down the bedroom door just to be met with a sly looking innie. “Innie, baby, hand it over.” You reach your hand out with a stern look. “What are you talking about” trying the hide the smile creeping on his face. Your roll your eyes “you really don’t know what this is about?” He pouts slightly “no ma’am” he coos while kicking his legs like a child.

“Card innie.” He shrugs in response “what card” while putting a clueless look on his face. All fun and games until your raise your voice. “CARD.” You point at his hand clearly holding something “NOW.” His smile dropped slightly at the seriousness “yes ma’am” reaching his hand out to pass the card. After grabbing it back you slide in it your wallet and look over at the slightly hurt look on his face, he was just trying to be silly, maybe I took it too far?

“Aish innie baby, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to frighten you, I just didn’t want to joke” he nods while laying back on the bed. You throw your wallet to the side and jump right on him, leaning up to his ear; “guess what” he makes eye contact with you “what?” “Tickle attack” he gasps but before he had any time to react your fingers were already grazing his tummy as his cute laugher takes over. “Aw that smile” your laugh at the boy deprived of breath under you. “Stop your gunna make me blush!!” you chuckle “to late” as you pinch is cheeks softly before leaning down to give him a well deserved kiss.

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Part2 y’all! Next coming up is an NCT reaction since I’ve yet to do them (I think)

Anyways enjoy sweeties💋💋

[moonspirit]

Hello Moon,

So we have talked about how Armin in Glassess is a massive turn-on for Annie,

But maybe one day, she is just milling about in his office and decides to put on his glasses just for fun; he walks in and is just left stunned.

“Welcome back Mr. Arlert,” Annie says in a seductive voice

Without so much as a beat, he yells for Connie to cancel all his appointments and that he is not to be disturbed under any circumstances.

With that done he closes and locks his office doors and proceed to shut the windows as well.

Not 5 minutes later, Annie’s clothing lays on the floor and they are going at it like rabbits, Armin insisting she keep the glasses on even though she can’t see a danm thing

Needless to say Annie in glasses is a major turn on for Armin.

Hello again :3!

But oh my fucking god 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

[N/SFW]

It's a very hot summer day. Annie is bored out of her mind in Armin's office - he went to that meeting an hour ago and still isn't back yet. Trying to kill time, she spots both his glasses and his discarded suit jacket and decides to try them on. See, Armin always wears this very dignified and professional persona when he's in public as an Ambassador - even after a year of their duties as political figureheads, she still marvels at the switch he makes from Serious Diplomat before an audience to Silly Goofy Boy when they're alone.

So, in a moment of playfulness, she shrugs on his suit jacket (obviously too big for her) and pretends she's Mr. Ambassador.

"Yes, yes, I'll take it into consideration," She whispers in an imitation of his voice to the empty room. "The issue is that the problem cannot be dragged on too long because blah blah blah blah blah."

(For a brief second she freezes up because this is embarrassing and stupid as hell, but ...um... it's actually.. kinda... fun?)

Continuing, Annie paces the room, frowning - an excellent imitation of Armin when he's pondering something serious and terribly boring - and nods slowly at the floor. "I've got a plan," She says, copying his tone of voice. "We should just jump off the cliff and then nobody will be able to say we didn't sacrifice anything."

She pauses for a giggle before clearing her throat, composing herself.

"What's that? I've got a meeting scheduled at five? Oh well... let's see, what's the time now..." She lifts up her arm, pretending to hold a pocketwatch. The sunlight streaming into the room, however, makes the ring on her finger glimmer, and she remembers something she'd heard Armin tell their foreign secretary two weeks ago, and begins to furiously blush. "I'm not sure about that... I-I have plans with my f-fiancée at five... so..."

(It's momentarily too much and Annie breaks down, unable to stop blushing. Oh god she IS actually engaged, FUCK, when is she going to finally get used to this?!)

(but then she recovers yet again because by GOD, playing Armin is So mUch of FUCKING FUN!)

Her next act is to pick up a pile of papers from his desk and lean on the edge, half sitting, the way he does sometimes when he's reviewing some information. Unfortunately, she can't really copy it down pat - she's too short to half-sit, so she proceeds to just hop on and let her feet dangle, pretending to flip through the boring-ass papers.

And then she puts on his glasses.

"Hmmm, hmmm, yes..." She murmurs seriously, slipping the glasses down her nose to peer at the print. "These are very well prepared, but I would suggest tweaking this portion a bit--"

The door opens, and Annie freezes.

Armin enters, looking exhausted from the heat and the long meeting, his sleeves rolled up and tie slightly undone.

And then it's his turn to freeze, staring at her, sitting on his desk, feet hanging cutely, his jacket over her shoulders nearly drowning her frame, his papers in her hold, his glasses on her nose.

His mind wastes no time commanding his brain: burn this image in your head, burn this image in your head, burn this image in your head-

(also um- start pumping blood downward-)

What ensues is them, indeed fucking right there on his desk until her (his) glasses fog up and slip off her face entirely and Armin decides it's actually a very good idea to not wear his glasses ever and instead leave them lying about in her vicinity.

[yashika1984]

Your art is so pretty and brings joy. Do what you wanna do. So what if piccolo doesnt have a dong,he got a mouth dont he? Danm haters are dumb. Have him use his mouth i guess,or add toys or whatever. Haters acting like theres not work arounds for not having a dong. Actually would possibly be cute if kisses got him all hot and bothered since thats how namekians reproduce or anything to do with kisses got him all nervous and fluster like some people do when theres a sex scene in media. But you can also ignore me and do what you wanna do. I just wanted to let you know youre cool so keep doing what you want out of spite for hating people and out of joy for yourself

Thank you very much.

Yes I also share the headcanon that Kisses are very special for Piccolo, hehehe.

I mean. Its nice to share headcanons and stuff. I just have a Problem if ppl comment things under my Art like: "You know he has no Penis?" This is just rude and tiring if ppl are not stopping writing this shit T_T

[hunniegl4zed]

I just have the headcanon that werebeast Scourge is just a sucker for pats and ruffles like a dog but trying his best to hide it- help😭 THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE

YES, THISSSSS 🔥🔥🔥🔥

You know that he will chew your hands off if you were ever able to pat him. But that tail wagging is betraying him so fast! And when you stop patting him or stop with the belly rubs, he's gonna be whining the whole danm time with them big puppy eyes, all the while still keeping his chompers dug into your hand 💀💀💅💅💅💅

[krak-jj]

Feb 7 2024.

Bo.

bokuto k. x gender neutral reader

!lowercase intended for this story!

summary: just little snippets of bokuto being a boyfriend to husband!

warnings!

slight cussing!

someone trying to be little bokuto

and definitely some fluff and angst!

hope you enjoy!-JJ

Unedited!

situation 1.

bokuto was trying, super hard not to burst out in a fit of laughter as your face turned different shades of red.

it's just that you are so adorable when defending him from people who didn't like him. calling him "childish" or "annoying" and things as such. he knew that if pissed you off. but it never bothered him to much.

and no matter how many times he tells you that it doesn't bother him, you will always turn red while defending his name.

which is why he thinks it's so cute!

you. his one and only significant other. walking up to the person talking shit and going. "could you repeat that for me?" and when they do, you can't help but feel you face turn hot.

but right now, he should stop you from trying to beat this kid up.

situation 2

you hate when the two of you argue. absolutely hate it. but he just does things that cross your boundaries sometimes, and no matter how many times you talk to him about it, it's the same thing every time.

"koutarou! how many times do I have to tell you, you are not the only one in this house! refill the danm toilet paper!" You yelled as your hand rested on the bare toilet paper holder.

"koutarou!" you yelled again. this time, he poked into the bathroom with a roll in his hand. and a pout adorned his face. "don't give me that face. we talk about this all the time. it's annoying."

"I know! but I forget all the time!" he looked upset. and you sighed. "just try and remember next time." your voice hit his ears as he saw you unravel the roll. "now get out so I can wipe my ass!"

situation 3

tik tok.

tik tok.

tik tok .

the room was silent. "y/n, please. talk to me." koutarou begged.

but you wouldn't look at him, let alone speak to him. "babe, please. " he looked at you with pouty eyes.

"fuck you.", "comon don't say that." his voice cracked.

more silence went by.

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"this is the third time in a row, bokuto." You didn't look at him.

"is volleyball really that important, to the point you can't make it to date night!?" you finally looked at him while standing abruptly.

"yes, it is!" he stood as well, now towering over you. "it's my job, y/n!" "but i'm your spouse! I wear the ring!"

silence.

"koutarou. we haven't spent time together in a while. all I want is to be with you. that's all I want..." you sighed.

a couple seconds pass.

"I'm going to bed. you can join me if you want." you turned , heading for your room. but before you took a step. you were met with silence. "or sleep on the fucking couch. " you scoffed before leaving the living room.

he was behind you. looking at his feet, his thumb playing with the ring on his ring finger. a sigh left his lips. "fuck. "

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masterlist

[annislittleshopofhorrors]

Wait, he lost followers after he posted that cute story of Dodger????? And even after work news? Danm... things are really going down hill. Not even Dogder saved him. I used to think that those were only boots that were expiring but it seems that is not the only reason.

Ok, I still think he loses between 2-4k bots every day. So I think half of his losses are bots and the other half are real followers. Maybe some people expected something for Vday and unfollowed him because they didn't want to see it. 🤷🏼‍♀���

[ts-sides-head-canon]

Henlo. I have some things to share.

How the sides wake up and get ready for the day.

Featuring the sides pets.

Roman: Roman's woken up by a few little rawrs from next to him as his little lion cub is ready to get up for the day. He's actually the first side to wake up, but not the first one up and about because his morning routine takes upwards of two hours, or at least it would if the woodland creatures from the imagination didn't come in to help him put his outfit together and apply his half a million beauty products. The woodland creatures also help Nemia, the lion cub, pick her outfits.

Patton: Patton is woken up via a tidal wave up puppy kisses from Sugar, his dog, who before was just snuggled on top of him. He says a proper good morning to all his stuffed toys while he gets ready, and then he's off to prepare breakfast.

Logan: Logan's woken up via alarm clock and is always punctual with his morning routine, though it has become a little easier since he got his crow, Zodiac. Zodiac has also memorised Logan's morning routine and hands him the things he needs, like his toothbrush and his tie. Zodiac has also begun guarding Logan's glasses so he can politely hand them over once he hears the alarm go off. After Logan's all ready, he actually takes a little bit to play some chess with his crow before setting off for breakfast.

Virgil: Virgil's not woken up because he doesn't sleep. His cat Willow does, however, knock the headphones off his ears when she hears the others starting to move around in order to tell him to get his ass moving. She also graciously knocks Virgil's things off the shelf to get him moving faster. No other pets side eye and troll their owner so much.

Janus: Janus sleeps with Basket, his ball Python, snuggled into a ball in his hand. When it's time to get up, Basket simply slithers out of his owners palm and wraps himself around his waist, squeezing like he's trying to be a god danm corset until Janus wakes up. How does Janus' skincare routine take twice as long as Roman's when he has half as much face to do it on? Well, his scales do need some care as well. There's his skincare routine and his scalecare routine. It's not always as easy as just shedding.

Remus: Remus doesn't really sleep much either, but when he does crash, he's normally awoken with a chomp on the nose from a hyper Tazmainian Devil that should've lost this energy by now. He just plays with his little Su-Su for a while before getting dressed and going out to cause some mischief.

Enjoy! See you next info dump!

These are so cute!

[memeapple2]

Starters of memes that live rent free in my head part 3 beacuse fuck it!

"I just can't talk to a hetty right now."

"Bold of you to assume the most important person in my life is a woman. God bless you Danny Devito!"

"Well god danm, that's one diagonal twix!!"

"DID YOU JUST EAT MY FOREVER WEED BROWNIE!?"

"It don't matter none of this matters."

"LORDY LORDY LOOK WHO'S TURNING 4040!!"

"It is my job to defeat the darkness! This is another form of the darkness! Also what's a penis?"

"Wanna watch baaaaaaaambi?"

"I'M GONNA BE THE PRITTEST GIRL AT THE PAAAAAAARTY!!!"

"They can't troll me beacuse I have no ears! They can't troll me if I can't hear them!"

"What!? I have no fucking ears!!"

"They can't troll you if they're dead!"

"I don't think I can Miku Miku ooeeoo any longer."

"It's never too late not to be an asshole!!"

"Naaaaaaah, the eternal worm came back for Connecticut!"

"I hope someone dies and goes to hell today!!!"

"I storm there, I like lower prices!"

"YOU'S A REAL MOTHER FUCKER YA KNOW THAT!?"

"YOU'VE ROLLED THE WORST JOINT EVER NOW YOU'VE GOTTA LEAVE!"

"I've rolled the worst joint ever now I've gotta leave."

"GET IN THE SOUP JACKASS!"

"Oh you poor feeble minded gay! I've evolved past Fortnite!!"

"Just fill the hole, hole filler!!"

"ARE YOU STUPID? GET OUT OF HERE! SHUT UP!! I HATE YOU! YOU ARE A LIAR! FUCK OFF!! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! PERVERT!!"

"I DON'T HAVE AAAAANY MONEY!!"

"You are cute! Kiss me! Bestie!!!"

"WHY ARE YOU BUYING CLOTHES AT THE SOUP STORE!?"

"Grill me a cheese."

"I'M NOT GRILLING YOU A CHEESE!!"

"YOU DARE COMPARE MY TIDDIES TO TORPEDOES!!"

"You've seen it now you can't unsee it!"

"Life is short but also unbearably long!"

"ALRIGHT I CHANGE MY MIND YOU CAN HAVE THE AMULET!!"

"No, now I don't want it anymore."

"LAYED MY LAST EGG? THAT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE!"

"There is nothing chicken about this situation!"

"Once Mr. Potato sausage enters your life he never truly leaves."

"That's the skittles water."

"YOUR MOM, YOUR MOM, YOUR MOM, MOM!!"

"YOU'RE IN MY DOMAINE NOW! WHERE EVERY LANDMARK IS PROJECTED BY A GREEN SCREEN! NOTHING IS REAL!!"

"No, shut up! It's still relevant AND YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR SINS!!"

"YOU FUCKERS DREW PICTURES OF ME WITH MY PEINS OUT SO I'M ERASING THE INTERNET!!"

"I won't hurt you? Who says that? POTENTIAL CREEPERS, THAT’S WHO!!"

"I need complete silence for this spell, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHJJNNNNBGHNCFJ!!"

"THAT WILL BE YOUR BAAAAAALLLLS!!"

"I was bein a bee, it's what I do!"

"Oh shit, I guess I'm just a freak then."

"NOW WE'RE GETTING FUCKED BY GOD!"

"ZOOPERS!"

[physics-of-one-piece]

No i get it. I love doffy too! Please take care and take your time with the fic,dont want you to get burn out. Until then ima send more wild doffy asks and ideas. Like that quote about loving villains cause you wanna fix them vs wanting to be corrupted. I like option three i want an excuse to go rabbid. And doffy would love a deranged reader i think. Doffy sitting there like "danm they just like me for real". Gives them a cute code name too probably something also bird themed just to be unassuming so when they arrive at an area the shock from who ever doffy sicced them on would be comedy. Doffy watching on cams or listening during a call going "thats my spouse! Im so proud! God i love them!". Full on like villain addams family levels with doffy and reader 🐦‍⬛

Aaa, thank you, 🐦‍⬛anon! Don't worry, I'm def taking it easy on the fic, I'm taking a nice break from it and doing some Celestial Doffy x Reader instead. Raised in Mariejois! Doffy is just so... Evil, but also... Cutie patootie, just wants to be loved 🥺

For the doing crimes with Doffy and going rabid... Same, 🐦‍⬛ anon same

I'n doing crimes with him. I'm being deranged. I support him in his insanity. And yes, Doffy would love that sort of darling very much. He's just proudly sipping his pink cocktail while watching his darling kick ass.

Absolutely, agreed with everything here.

[shadowhuntressoqwq]

Foxy Coltrane x fem!reader

Warnings: fem!reader, smut, language,afab

Mexico, were you love to take Vacation. The people are somewhat nice and the Partys are Hardcore.

You sit at the bar talking with Carlos who you almost know better than yourself. He's weird but cool and you both like to talk alot. He often gives you drinks on the house, you are more of a little sister to him, often catching him protecting you from the perverts.

You laugh at one of his aweful jokes and sip on your drink. "Ya' gotta watch out y/n, t'night are some new people 'ere, never saw 'em before" he warns you. The new people are hard to over look. You know them from the TV warnings but you couldn't care less, it's your danm Vacation and you're not a cop.

You wouldn't even talk to them...as a hand was on your shoulder, the man ordering a shot and grining down to you "my my, what a nice pice of ass" Carlos looks at the man and shakes his head "stop that man". You sigh and look up to see what kind of no-good was standing behind you only to see the one and only 'Midnight Wolfman'. You tense up, you have heard about him he's dangerous but Kind of...cute?

Before Carlos could say anything else he get's called by a woman "Don't ya' try anythin'" He warns the man and walks away. "The names Foxy" He introduces himself and slowly sits down next to you. He's tall, selfaware and like a predator, stalking it's prey which is you. "I don't want trouble" You only reply and look away, trying to calm down.

His hand reaches out and he gently pulls your chin towards him "No trouble eh? I just wanna play baby" he chuckles and runs his thump over your bottom lip, with his other hand he takes a small sip from his shot before putting the small shotglass on your lips. Unsure you open your mouth letting the cold and strong substance run down your throat "now that's a good girl" he whsipers. Your cheeks turn red, it's a weak spot for you. He stand up holding out his hand "come baby I show ya' a good time" He winks, danm him, danm his charm but you can't resist. He looks good and you are in the middle of your ovulation, which means you are more than horny. Your body wants to jump him, riding out your desire and using him like a toy. You just nod and follow him, taking his hand.

You two walk for a minute or two to his room. You stand in his room, looking at the bed why are you so stupid? You don't even know this man, let alone he's a wanted killer. "Doll, tell me your name" he whsipers behind you, his hands on your hips and his lips on your neck. He kisses your neck until he finds your sweetspot making you weak in your knees. What was the question again? You asked yourself as he abused the spot with his lips and tounge "Darlin'?" he asks again, chuckling a little "ya' name" Oh right your...your name "Y/N" you stutter and lean your head back on his shoulder, this feels too good. "My you're shakin' like a leafe" he let's out a little laugh before he undresses you, slowly and teasingly "Goddanm ya' really a pice of cake" he comments and lets his hands run up and down your body. You shiver, your arousel is more than evident, soaking wet and dripping down your leg.

You take a deep breath as his hand ghosts down your legs "Whoa there sweety, did Foxy make ya' wet?" he suddently presses his body even more against yours "or was y/n wet before?" He teases you, walking around you and sitting down on his bed, looking at your pelvis licking his lips "let me taste ya' sweetheart" taste you? With his tounge? These thoughts make you feel a tingel down there and with slow steps you walk forwars stopping infront of him.

He takes your leg and pulls it slightly up, exposing your pussy to him. "I can smell you" he whsipers, eyes glued to your wet core and his mouth watering. But he wants to take his time, so he kisses your leg up, gently licking your soft skin. He stops between your legs, your leg over his shoulder, your torso leaned back and supported by your arms on the tall shelf behind you. To his luck the bed is near that shelf so he doesn't need to lean more forward. "You smell tempting" He whispers and close his eyes just like you as his tounge starts to lick you. He eats you out for what seems like hours befor pulling back "Hmmm you taste like sugar, come here" he let's your leg down and with trembling legs you sit on his lap but not for long. He turns you on your stomach and takes off his pants "I'm gonna make you scream" he whsipers and leans down, entering you.

"Holy shit ya' tight" he chuckles at your whines. He starts thursting into you, your moans filling the room as he takes what he desires. Your pussy drools onto the bed, you're sure you are soaking the sheets. Foxy just laughes at that but not stops "fuck you feel like heaven" his eyes roll back as you cum loudly on him your pussy clenching on him "fuck...foxy I.." he just sighs in arousel "shhh, just enjoy the ride" he chuckles and thrusts even more into you clearly enjoying this as much as you do.

Foxy feels himself cuming, shooting his load inside you befor pulling out "holy shit y/n" he lays down next to you as you roll onto your back. You never thought you end up in a mans bed. "I..I will leave then" you sigh knowing this was just an one time thing "hell? Where do ya' think ya' going women?" he asks, pulling you back onto him "first off all, I ain't done with ya' ass and second who says ya' every leavin' me doll?" he asks.

[anthropophageous]

So many sinful thoughts omg,

treating you like you're just my confused little boy who 'thinks' he's a puppy,

laughing at you when I say speak and you just whine,

Showing you cute collars I found online just to tease you,

Perhaps I make you sit in my lap and hump my thigh, saying things like, "You're such a good boy, aren't you? Such a good puppy"

Referring to you as a cute mutt, a sweet pup

Making you wear a muzzle♡

Would probably spoil you rotten, though. A whine, a whimper, or even a sigh is enough to make me give in

I hope you understand how hard. Dude where do you live I need to fuck you right here right now lmao. 💞

I usually am a huge brat but danm if you keep going like that I’ll just be a needy little pup. Thinking ? What’s that I don’t know. Hahah