#and if not then uhh I'm still hugging them

[maybanksbaby]

warnings .ᐟ puppy being her clingy, bitey, body-worshipping little self while he’s just amused and soft about it. cause he's not all skinny and noodle-arms like she remembered, yay!!!

warnings .ᐟ puppy!reader x drew starkey — uhh, big yummy biceps maybe???

a/n i missed my big, tall baby so much. i live for his arms, i mean it. made this with puppy!reader cause that's a really valid reaction and how i would react. bunny or deer wouldn't pass the vibe 😮‍💨.

PART 1

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Drew’s halfway through changing his shirt when you pounce.

“Mmf! Hey—what’re you—” He laughs as you wrap your arms around his waist from behind, fingers already pressing into the hard ridges of his abs like you’re trying to memorize the way they shift under your touch.

You let out a dramatic little whimper, cheek smooshed against his back. “You’re getting so biiig,” you say, voice all muffled and dreamy. “Like—buff-buff. Grr-buff.”

He snorts, reaching down to gently pat your hands. “'Grr-buff'? Is that a scientific term, baby?”

You nod against his skin. “Mhm. I studied. I’m a professional muscle inspector. Thank God, i missed them.”

“Is that why you’re squeezing me like a stress ball?”

You hum, now trailing your fingers along his V-line like it personally offended you. “Not my fault you keep getting bigger,” you pout. “It’s like—I have to bite you. There’s no other choice. It’s primal, Joseph. Like a puppy instinct.”

He laughs so hard his stomach shakes under your palms. “You did not just say primal. Or called me Joseph.”

But you’re already sinking your teeth gently into the swell of his shoulder, lips curling into a giddy little grin as he flinches and swats at you with a faux glare.

“Ow! You actually bit me, you maniac.”

“Just a nibble!” you defend, peeking up at him with wide, unrepentant eyes and your cheek squished against his newly massive bicep now. “You’re just so—mmf! You’re like… one of those big strong dogs that lets a tiny puppy climb all over him—i'm the tiny one, by the way. I had to!”

He stares down at you like he wants to both laugh and kiss you until you melt.

“You know you could’ve just said you’re proud of me, right?”

You blink up at him, confused. “I did! With my teeth!”

He just shakes his head, chuckling again as he lifts you up effortlessly, arms flexing as he settles you on the edge of the counter. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

You blink innocently. “You’re lucky you’re edible.”

He leans in close, nose brushing yours. “Careful, pup. Keep biting, and I might start biting back.”

You squeak, instantly hiding your face in his neck with a giggle. “Okay. That’s fair.”

Of course it doesn't stop there.

Later? You're all tangled up on the couch, warm and full of sleepy sighs. Drew's shirtless—because obviously, you insisted—and you're tucked right against him like you belong there (you do), your cheek squished against his chest while one of your legs drapes over his thick thigh.

Your hands keep wandering. Not in a dirty way. Just… puppy touchy way.

You had every right, okay?

'Queer' days were rough.

You squeeze his arm again. Like the tenth time.

“Still big,” you murmur with a sleepy pout.

Drew huffs a little laugh, hand stroking up and down your back, his voice low and soft. “You just said that, baby.”

“But you are,” you insist, hugging him tighter. “You’re, like… so much. You feel like a whole warm boulder. A pretty one. A—like—a human heater with abs.”

That makes him snort. “A boulder?”

“My boulder,” you mumble possessively, nuzzling into the crook of his neck now, letting out a tiny, satisfied whimper. “Mhm. Mine. Mine, mine, mine, mine.”

“You really are like a puppy,” he grins, kissing your hair as his fingers scratch gently at your scalp. “Clingy. Bitey. Weirdly obsessed with my arms.”

“I’m not weird,” you pout.

“You literally licked my shoulder earlier.”

“…a little.”

He chuckles, tucking you even closer with one big arm, like he’d never dream of letting you go. “You're lucky you’re cute.”

“You’re lucky I love you so much,” you mumble, voice going all wobbly and quiet and sweet now that the teasing faded into cuddles.

That shuts him up for a second.

Then—so soft you barely catch it—he murmurs:

“Yeah. I really, really am.”

You smile against his skin, and in a minute or two, your breathing evens out. You're still wrapped around him like a vine, your hand on his chest, right over his heart. And Drew? He doesn’t move an inch. Just holds you there.

His puppy.

His whole world.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

((Sorry if this sucks it got rid of my amazing reply))

But in the end the cake turned out great. So much so that Teddy said he should open a bakery if he ever wanted to do something other than his singing thing.

Lucifer was happy too....... So much so that he even hugged Adam.

It felt nice.

Lucifer: Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Charlie! Happy birthday to you. Come on sweetie let's blow out the candle and make a wish.

He helped her blow out her candle and she was so happy giggling and squealing, she clapped her hands.

Then Adam watched as Luicfer removed the candle and let Charlie have her way with the smash cake.

By smashing it of course.

All that hard work gone in mere moments......

But it was worth it to see them so happy, Charlie played in the cake and ate some of the little bits still on her hands. Lucifer took pictures of her and of them together.

Everyone loved the big cake that Adam made, most of all Lucifer loved it.

Lucifer: Let me get a picture of you with her yeah?

Adam smiled: Sure.

He went over and sat next to Charlie and smiled as Lucifer took their picture smiling wide himself.

Charlie looked up at Adam with big innocent blue eyes: Mama.

Adam froze, oh shit.

Lucifer looked over the phone: What did she say?

Adam: Uhh.... Look sweetie! Who's that?

He pointed at Lucifer and Charlie squealed happily: Dada! D-Dada! Dada!

Lucifer smiled even more before going over to her: I'm right here sweetie. Oh look at you, someone's gonna need a bath tonight you even have icing in your hair duckie!

Teddy came over with his phone: Smile everyone.

Adam and Lucifer smiled, leaning in towards Charlie as Teddy took a picture of the three of them. He sent it to their phones for them to have.

Adam just.... Couldn't get over how much they looked like a happy family.

No, today was not the time for that. This was Charlie's day.

They even got pictures of the four of them, then one of Teddy and Charlie and then also with Adam and Teddy with Charlie. That one..... They didn't really look like a couple.

Adam had to move on or he'd make himself crazy.

Lucifer pulled out the wet wipes and started to try and clean Charlie's little hands, she was sticky and covered in cake.

Speaking of cake there was so much leftover Lucifer let everyone take some home.

The day had been perfect. Until they were leaving.

Lucifer was putting Charlie, who had dozed off into her car seat. Adam and his dad were inside making sure they didn't forget anything.

Lucifer: Sweet dreams princess.

He shut the door and jumped when he turned to see Lilith.

Lucifer: What are you doing here?

Lilith: It's Charlie's birthday, I came to see her.

Lucifer: She's asleep.

Lilith: So wake her.

Luicfer gawked at her: No. You shouldn't even be here, you need to leave.

He made a move to get into the car when Lilith stopped him.

Lilith: No. Let me see her! Lucifer You're my husband! She's my daughter!

Lucifer: EX-Husband. And I don't care anymore you're not doing this to her, you're not going to be wishy washy in and out of her life when you feel like it!

Lilith: ..... I really thought that guy would have knocked some sense into you once he found out you were fucking his wife....

Lucifer: .... What? That was you!? What are you stalking me? Get the Hell out of here, I never want to see you again.

Lucifer was pushed hard into the car, Lilith was stronger than she looked. She eyes took on a dark shade and it sent a shiver down his spine.

Lilith: No one gets rid of me. If I can't have you no one can.

That's when her hands went to his throat and Lucifer tried to push her off but holy fuck where did this strength come from!?!

Teddy: HEY!!

Adam ran over and pushed her off of Lucifer, the blonde man coughed holding his throat.

Adam: Fuck, are you okay?

Lucifer: I-I-I will be..... Thank you.

Lilith: You'll fucking pay for this!

She got in her car and sped off. And that was how Lucifer got a restraining order against Lilith.

And how she started to stalk him.

Sugar baby!au

This one's a bit different- maybe because I love Adam being a little shit 👀

Lucifer and Adam used to be best friends in high school, but they had a falling out after Adam caught Lucifer and his girlfriend at the time, Lilith, in her bed.

After Adam moved schools, they didn't see each other for ten years. Lucifer went on to do woodworking and eventually made a toy start up. And after Lilith left him, he was forced to move back in with his dad.

Since he moved in, his dad wouldn't stop gushing about some singer he's dating. Lucifer didn't really care, he has his own issues. But when he saw the person his dad was dating, Lucifer was disgusted- and extremely annoyed.

-

Adam: Sup, loser.

Lucifer: What the hell are you doing here?!

Adam smirked: I'm fucking your dad, shit lips!

-

Queue Lucifer's compain to destroy his father's relationship with Adam- who's obviously using him to fun his music career.

Adam's having a great time pissing Lucifer off, but he also hates the fact that he still has a crush on his ex best friend.

I love this so fucking much. I want to do this simply for this line: You want to date my dad? Fine. But he is a good man and deserves to be happy so you're either with him because you love him, or step away.

And Lucifer is only staying with his dad because Lilith got the fucking house lol He's looking for a new one but the market is a MESS.

Maybe Lilith calls Lucifer up and says she's pregnant adding to another layer of it. Because not only is he getting divorced but there's a custody battle in future.

[chemilico]

yeah ok here my humanizations I WILL make more stuff of them now that I'm a little more happy with the designs as of now \⁠(⁠๑⁠╹⁠◡⁠╹⁠๑⁠)⁠ﾉ

[saymio]

Dae-ho headcanons | (NSFW)

Pairing: Kang Dae-ho (player 388) x Fem!reader

Genre: headcanons, smut

Warning: uhh daehho is rlly needy, kinda sub dae ho, idk TBH he's too normal for warnings LOL,

A/N: not proof read. I tried my best:( I'm used to writing darker stories with elements of dub/noncon, manipulation, etc..so hopefully I did his good personality justice.

kang dae ho, the man couldn't keep his eyes away from you the second he caught a glance of you. his eyes following your every move inside the room that everyone had just woken up in.

kang dae ho, the man that blushes like he had just been caught doing the dirtiest thing on earth (staring at you). getting somehow redder when you giggle at his 'confidence' crumble like a failed sand castle.

kang dae ho, the man that cant believe his eyes when you stand up from yourself and your group against men that were clearly bigger than you. showing immense confidence even when you could easily be overpowered.

kang dae ho, the man that always finds his gazes linger a little longer than they should. watching you closely when you stretch, feeling himself get hard at the sight of your stomach peeking past the shirt and soft noise you make when you stretch.

kang dae ho, the man that invites you to his team after the second round. finding you all alone after your teammates left you to die to form their group and getting fatally shot during it.

kang dae ho, the man that offers his milk to you. telling you that its "no big deal" with a shrug. even if he goes a little more hungry than usual.

kang dae ho, the man that will look at you for approval of something he just did. giving himself an internal fist bump when you tell him he did great.

kang dae ho, the man that will slip his hands into his pants and get himself off while he watches your sleeping form. he just thinks you look too gorgeous while the lights of the x and o illuminate off your face and rest of your body.

kang dae ho, the man that feels so bad for imagining what your delicate body looks under your clothes .. but cant help it when you just look so hot

kang dae ho, the man that will sneak into your bed at the middle of the night and cuddle you... feeling himself get a hard on at the feeling of your soft skin under his arms

kang dae ho, the man that will slowly start rutting into you in the middle of the night. waking you up surprised but not upset.. his moans and whines filling your ears to the brim

kand dae ho, the man that will fondle your tits n make out with you like a feral dog. as if you were his first girlfriend since 8th grade.

kang dae ho, the man that will cover his whines and moans with his hands while your jerk him off under the thin covers. trying his best not to make too much noise and wake anyone up..but there was probably that heard him either way.

kang dae ho, the man that will lick his fingers after you came all over them like a starving animal. savoring every drop of it that he can pick up with his digits.

kang dae ho, the man that decided to join the shoot out with the other guards in hopes it could get you out of this mess. even if you begged him not to go.

kang dae ho, the man that felt nothing but relief and warmth when you hugged him and held him in your gentle arms when he had a panic attack and couldn't get himself to go back

kang dae ho, the man that want nothing more but to spend the rest of his life with you.

A/N: this was rlly rushed n lazily made, I'm sorry :( I was out all day so I didn't find time to finish/continue my long fic but I still wanted to make something T T I think I might just stick to writing for characters that would more likely do darker things, I felt this was too boring :// sorry...

TAGLIST: @pollys-doublelife @gongyoosgf

[lovinglin]

Had a dream... of 🍏 and 🔪

[ssapphosviolets]

Atta Girl

Lovesick Puppydog Sevika x Reader

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Growing up in Zaun with not much money to spare usually means you either learn how to fix things yourself, or go into debt having someone else do it. So, when Sevika got her first car as a teenager, a busted up Subaru Outback, she'd quickly learned to fix things up herself. She mostly viewed having to fix up her car as a slight nuisance, annoying but necessary-

Until she met you, and came to understand the fun nuances of mechanical work. And while she never thought she would spend her off days in a car junkyard, it didn't take long for her to find enjoyment in it.

or; you and Sevika go on a date to the car pick-a-part yard

(i'm sticking to my hc that sevika drives a 1996 Volvo 850R Wagon and no one will convince me otherwise. this is my truth) ᯓ also ty to everyone who encouraged me to write this after this post i love all of you. ᯓ inspired by my most recent junkyard trip bc i snapped an ignition coil bolt on my honda and wanted an excuse to look for wheels for my celica ooops

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You can't help but yawn as you pull up your pants, still not fully awake but wanting to get out of the house before the summer heat became too unbearable. When your eyes open to catch yourself in the mirror, you notice the lighting darken and create a shadow over you as Sevika steps up behind you.

"Morning, Sev." You mumble as her hands are placed on your waist. You reach your arms up to wrap around the back of her neck, leaning back into her strong chest and letting your head fall into her as she places a kiss on the side of your temple.

"Mmm. What's up with the cargos this morning, hun?" Sevika whispers. Her hands snake around to your front, carefully pulling up the zipper in front of your stomach before pushing the button through. She tugs a little on the belt loop as one of her arms comes across to hug your chest. "You already know, babe."

"Ah, that you're gonna leave me all by myself while you spend all day giving your attention to your car. You also have love for me too, ya know." You shake your head fondly, her teasing smirk letting you know she's not serious.

She doesn't get hung up on you spending your time on your hobbies. If anything, she likes it. It's an excuse for her to have time for her own, often joining you in the garage as you both do your own things, or if she's feeling up to it even helping you out.

"Come join me then?" You ask hopeful. She nods and kisses down your cheek to your shoulder. "Of course." She mumbles into your skin. She pats your waist before pulling away to get dressed.

"Oh also, can I borrow the Volvo again? Mine mighttt not have enough room." You ask in your sweetest voice as she rounded the corner from the bathroom. You don't have to see her to know she's rolling her eyes. "Of course you can." She sighs in defeat.

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"So what the hell are we actually here for again?" Sevika asks as you both get out of her car, shutting the doors. You catch up to her long strides as you make your way to the entrance of the pick-a-part yard.

"Uhh, well I need bolts for the Honda's ignition coils cause one of them snapped yesterday. I wanna see what wheels are here too. And whatever else seems like a fun souvenir." Sevika wordlessly takes the heavy bag of tools off your shoulder to carry it herself. "I think you have enough 'souvenirs', hun. You already have a collection of steering wheels." She teases.

"Okay but what if, in the next upcoming weeks I get, let's say a.. LS300. But the shady guy I bought it from took off the steering wheel. Oh look, I have one right here. You gotta think bigger, Sevika." You say as you tap the side of her head. She chuckles reluctantly, amused by your stubbornness, all the while deep down she loves it.

She throws a heavy arm around your shoulder, pulling you into her side. The sound of the gravel crunching under your guys's shoes follows the both of you as she hums, conceded. "You're right. Only cause it's you." She mumbles light-heartedly.

You smile up at her, admiring as the morning sun radiates onto her face. The patterns etched in the dark iris of her eyes glow in the light, and her dark tinted lips are relaxed into a slight smile. You love seeing her like this, especially when you compare this image of her to the Sevika you met for the first time, or the Sevika who's on the job.

The resting scowl she always wore turned to a content smile when she was around you. Her eyebrows didn't crease and her jaw wasn't clenched. Her eyes didn't look so pointed and mean, now they're soft and gentle. The way she carries herself is more relaxed, with her steps being lazier and clunkier as opposed to purposeful, and her shoulders aren't as tense.

She smiles down at you when she catches you staring, and you bashfully avert your gaze to the ground.

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While Sevika finishes checking in, you go off to grab a cart. She meets you and places the bag inside, and before you can continue she taps your hand holding the bar, gently shooing you away. You step to the side as she takes your spot, leaning her forearms on the handle as she pushes forward.

You lead the way with a hand on the side of the cart, ogling at the hundreds and hundreds of cars lined up in rows on jacks. Sevika stopped paying attention to the torn apart cars after the second row, instead finding herself fixated on you. This place really was like heaven for someone like you. And Sevika for that matter, who while not being into cars as much as you, had pretty sound knowledge of general mechanics.

Growing up in Zaun with not much money usually meant you either learn how to fix things yourself, or go into debt having someone else do it. So, when she got her first car as a teenager, a busted up Subaru Outback, she'd quickly learned to fix things up herself. She mostly viewed fixing up her car as a slight nuisance, annoying but necessary. Until she met you, and came to understand the fun nuances of mechanical work. She quite enjoyed it when she had to do maintenance or tune ups on her car now. And while she never thought she would spend her off days in a junkyard, it didn't take long for her to find enjoyment in it.

"The holy Honda land." You say as you and Sevika come up upon row 219. She stops behind you as you peek over one of the engine bays, rounding the cart to join you. "It's gonna be the bolt that goes into this little thing." You explain to Sevika, who nods intently.

Sevika knew the drill, and you both got to work. This car didn't have the bolts you needed, so you both continued on to ransacking the rest of the car in search of something that could be of use. Sevika rummaged through the interior while you checked around under the car for any spare bolts or screws that could be of use.

You startle when a car door lands on the ground just next to you, dust being kicked up in your face from the impact. Quicker than you could comprehend, Sevika's hand was covering your head while her other grasped onto the heavy metal before it fell further. Once your body recognized its safety, you couldn't help but burst out into laughter at the fallen door, a piece of the broken handle still in Sevika's hand.

"Well someone already got to the hinges." Sevika shrugged, followed by her own chuckles as she throws the door to the side. You guys repeat the same thing on multiple cars, engaging in conversation about your week or stories from Sevika's recent gambling stint at The Last Drop.

You cheer as the next car you come upon finally had the bolts still intact. "Found em?" Sevika said, amusement clear on her face. "Yes ma'am." She rolls her eyes at your response, but hands you your socket wrench. "Need a 10?" She asks as she searches through the sockets in your bag. You hum in response and she places the piece of metal in your outstretched palm.

You take off the bolts, handing them behind you to Sevika to hold onto until you were done. "Atta girl." She says as she takes them from you, not missing the shy and sheepish look on your face from her praise.

The both of you continue this for upwards of an hour, just rummaging through torn apart cars while talking. Eventually you retire the search of car parts in favor of hunting for wheels. Not even five minutes into rummaging through the piles of rims and tires, Sevika grabs your attention with a low whistle.

You look up and see her lifting up a chrome wheel, with what looked like almost brand new tires. "Oh my god, no way!" You trudge over the wheels on the ground to meet her. You inspect the little numbers on the tires on the rim, "right size and everything." You say happily. "Man I wish I lucked out this easily with mine for the Volvo. Had to pay out the ass for mine."

Sevika shook her head, effortlessly dropping the wheel in the cart as you picked up the other. Sure, Sevika was a gentlewoman; always holding your bags, opening doors for you, tying your shoelaces, any act of service she could think of. But she doesn't undermine your own strength either, instead watching with an ogling smirk as you load the last wheel into the cart, your t-shirt sleeves riding up and revealing your flexed muscles. "You're such a dog." You playfully hit her shoulder.

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"I'm glad you came with me today." You told Sevika as you made your way back to the car, this time covered in dirt, grime, and sweat, with pockets full of clanking of bolts and fuses. You continue, "I know rummaging around a junkyard isn't an ideal date idea, but it's one my favorite things to do with you." You both make eye contact, matching each others smiles.

"I'd do anything with you, hun. You know that." You stop at her car and turn around to face her, your arms reaching up to wrap around her shoulders. "I love you, Sev." She responds by pulling you in further by your waist, leaning down to catch your lips in hers. She squeezes your waist as her way of saying it back. "Let's get home and shower, yeah?" You nod, a cheeky smile finding its way to your lips at the idea.

[oscpstri]

gives you wings

ft. the '15 grid

the 2015 season has brought in some new faces. two of which make your knees wobbly and palms sweaty.

warnings: not proof read

note: love me some max verstappen and carlos sainz

( grid walk | mics up )

"It's a... it's a boring day is what it is. I've been sitting for an hour but because I'm so excited for this race to begin, I need to move," you start, recklessly bouncing up from your seat. You smoothen your pants and grip on tightly to your microphone.

"Come with me as I gather intel on the grid before this season starts, yeah?" You gesture towards the camera to follow as you move towards the bustling crowd in the pit lane.

It was the first race of the 2015 season. Pit crew members were buzzing about and VIP guests were taking pictures everywhere they could. You were sporting your Media Team Pass, making your way through the crowd and taking pictures with fans who knew you.

Although you only got the job in the summer break of last season, you had already stuck in everyone's minds. Fans of the sport knew you as their favorite F1 reporter and the drivers thought the same. You were young, only 19, but somehow you were here and you wouldn't change it for the world.

You glance behind you every now and then to make sure the camera was still following you, before craning your neck to try and find someone to claim as your first victim.

"Aha!" You exclaim, holding the microphone to your mouth before pointing at a certain Australian who had caught your eye. You swiftly move towards him, the camera crew assigned to you wobbling behind you. You moved fast.

As you get closer, he spots you and you could instantly see his eyes light up from inside his helmet before taking it off. You smiled back at this.

"Danny Ric! How are we doing today? I see you have the hometown glow." You comment, stopping right beside him before directing the microphone towards him.

"I'm doing great! Glad to be back home, y'know. Glad to see all the love from all the way over here. Family, friends, you get it."

You nod as he speaks, a smile etched onto your face. He was wearing his race suit, helmet and balaclava cradled in his arms. His signature smile took up his face, instantly making your day better.

"That's good to hear!"

"What are you doing walking around, anyway? I've never seen this segment before." He asks, looking between you and the camera. This fact was true. They normally only saw you for post-race interviews and social media content, you being out and about when it was this crowded was a sight to see.

"Yeah, I made it up just now. It's called... grid... walk. Yeah! Grid walk." You smile, impressed with how quick you racked your brain for names.

"Nice." Daniel compliments, showing you a big thumbs up. You mock curtsey at this, laughing at your doing before going back to your job.

"So Daniel, how do you- woah..." You stop mid-sentence as a pair in black and matching snapbacks walk past where you and the Red Bull driver stood. Daniel notices this and turns to see where you were looking, a knowing look appearing on his face as he notices the pair.

"Those are the Toro Rosso rookies?" You ask, mouth agape before turning to Daniel.

"You didn't know? Aren't you supposed to know that as a journalist?"

You blink profusely, also confused as to why you didn't know this information. Then it hits you. You look at the people behind the camera in disbelief, "Was this why you people told me faces didn't matter?"

No one answered, already getting a headache from the fact that their plan was exposed. Daniel just viewed the interaction, trying his best not to bust out laughing.

"I don't get distracted! I won't be distracted! In fact let's go on over to them right now!"

You stomp over to the two rookies, giving Daniel a small hug and wave before leaving. You don't know where this burst of confidence came from, but let me tell you, it went away immediately when you tapped on their shoulders and they both made eye contact with you.

'Uhh... hi! I'm-I'm gonna... Can I..." You stumble over your words, feeling so little under their heavy gazes. You blink like a deer in headlights before ditching the words completely and merely pointing to the camera. "Grid walk."

"Oh. Okay." They both share a look before turning themselves fully towards the camera.

"So!" You start, wiping your palms on the back of your pants and mustering up the biggest smile you could make without scaring them off.

"Carlos Sainz and Max Verstappen, our Toro Rosso lineup. Welcome to the grid!" They smile as you greet them, giving a small nod towards the camera.

"So tell me boys, how do we feel as we go into your debut Formula 1 race?"

"That was embarrassing," Sebastian quirks, giving you a reassuring clap on the shoulder. You groaned in response, your fingers going up to rub the bridge of your nose. "Why weren't you like that for me?"

Your head snaps up at the question, eyes narrowing at the stupid smirk on the veteran's face. "I did. In my room. Alone. Where I should be."

This seemed to be a bad decision though, as almost instantly, the Ferrari driver's face breaks out into a wide grin. "So I was your favorite last year?"

"God, you Red Bull drivers will be the end of me one day," you drop your head in defeat once again, a sigh leaving your lips.

The interview you did with the Torro Rosso rookies didn't go as you had hoped. Although it started off strong, your untimely demise came barging through in the form of Daniel Ricciardo, Sebastian Vettel, Lewis Hamilton, and Fernando Alonso.

You saw them from the corner of your eye. You, being the nice person that you are, smiled at them as they passed. You thought they would just wave, say hi, smile, and walk away, but no, they decided to make your life a living hell.

As you push the mic over to Carlos for him to answer, a loud holler echoes throughout the pit lane. Your eyebrows furrow for a beat, before you make out exactly who it belonged to.

You glance at the group of veteran drivers who were chuckling like school girls amongst themselves, talking in whispers as their eyes stay trained on you. The Toro Rosso lineup also glanced their way before focusing back on the camera in front of them.

You blink comically, dread rushing up your spine. "Look at that! Our little journalist has grown up!" Lewis starts, pointing at you.

"She's finally talking to those damn Toro Rosso rookies. Our ears are free!" Daniel exaggerates, already clutching his stomach.

The four break out into fits of laughter, hunched over each other like their lungs are about to give out. Your lips purse into a thin line, catching the eyes of the aforementioned rookies who only smirked in return.

You quickly end your segment with them, marching over to the adults cackling in the corner. "What the absolute hell?!"

Daniel wipes his eyes with tears, "That was hilarious!"

"Who's idea was that shitshow?" You ask, looking between them. Lewis puts his hands up in defense, Fernando following suit. "Wasn't me."

Your eyes narrow at the man in red, "Daniel's."

The Australian's mouth goes agape, "Oh, come on! What a snitch!"

[cherubshert]

Hiii, if you haven't already can you do morning's with enhypen? Like waking up needy to them, getting ready for the etc 🙏🙏

Sweet Mornings...

A/n: I'm sorry this took me a long time to finish, i was kinda hesitant to write this cause I don't write things like this, really cause it flusters me tbh. But ig I wanna step out a lil now that I'm an adult. I changed the request a little too tho, uhh. Just Hyung line, I would have written for sunoo and Jungwon as well, maybe next time if ppl like this one.

Warnings: Kissing, making out, Talks of engagements and fighting, suggestive but not going fully into it cause I'm a coward ig lol, angst(?). I got really excited with Hoonie's.

𔘓 Heeseung

The peaceful hug of sleep is harshly interrupted by the blaring of your boyfriend's alarm. You groan, struggling to move in his unwavering grasp, his chest still calmly moving signalling he's still deep in slumber. When your right hand is set free, you turn off the aggravating sound. You stare at the ceiling, using all of your strength to get out of Heeseung's hands.

When you return to the room, Heeseung is sitted at the edge of the bed, hunched over his phone, not looking up when you draw closer. "Did my alarm ring? I didn't hear it." "I did." You grumble, flopping down on the bed next to him, relaxing your back into it.

He gently rubs your thigh, "sorry, love." you groan at him, pressing your hands to your chest, your eyes closing. You feel him move, finding his way between your legs, his head resting on your chest. "I wanna sleep hee." " I'm not trying to stop you darling." You sigh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

He gently shifts again, kissing up your neck, your fingers twitching slightly. "Hee." You gasp, letting your arms flop to the bed as he rises up. His fingers lace with yours, "Sorry, am I disturbing you?" He teased, you shake your head.

"Beautiful." he mutters, capturing your lips.

𔘓 Jay

Arguments with Jay were rare, but when they happened, they often left the both of you hurt. That was the case the night before, Jay's harsh words repeating in your mind as you slam your apartment door behind you. The darkness of the night engulfed you as you walked to god knows where to clear your mind. When you come home you're met with silence, the clock ticking in the background. 3:00 am.

You settle for the couch, using a soft plushie as a pillow, covering you body with your jacket.

You barely drift off when you're awakened by your body being hoisted up. Though you can't see him, your arms wrap around his neck, your soft breath brushing against his neck. Jay gently places you on your shared bed, his body hovering over you.

"I was so worried." he murmurs, you struggle to act like you don't care, the slight quiver in his voice causing your heart to squeeze in pain. "You didn't answer your phone, I went to check everywhere but I couldn't find you." a tear falls to your check, rolling off immediately. "My phone died." You answer, your right hand raising to wipe his tears. You sit in silence before his lips are pressed to yours, apologies slipping from his lips when he pulls away.

He is fully over you now, his lips kissing your skin gently, apologies following every press of his lips to your skin. Your fingers lace as the sun slowly starts to peek in.

𔘓 Jake

Jake plays with the subtle silver band on your finger, the dopey smile from the day before never wavering. Jake's eyes raising to meet yours excitedly, "I can't believe we're engaged." he repeats, you chuckle, pulling your hand away to rub your eyes. "You've said that all night." he wraps his hand around your waist, pulling you closer.

"I can't believe it... Can't believe you said yes." He leans in, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek. A giggle leaves you as you playfully push him away, wiping your face. "Maybe I should've said no, after all the stress you put me through all weekend. " He pouts, pulling you close to his chest, his hair tickling your skin.

"Sorry, I wanted it to be special, and memorable." you shun him playfully, crossing your hands over your chest, leaning your head away. He bites the space between your neck and jaw gently, a small yelp leaving your lips. "Yunnie!" He giggles into your neck, hands moving to your side, tickling you.

You laugh loudly, struggling to get out of his grasp. You turn your body slightly, hold his right arm tightly, both hands stopping in response. You pause to catch your breath, leaning forward towards his neck. He responds faster than you, pressing your arms to your chest, his body going to hover over you.

"I'm winning this one babe." you cock your eyebrow, tilting your head slightly. You bite your bottom lip, trailing your eyes down to his, your eyes looking back up into his. His stare intense, a slight blush rising to his face. "Really?" You take advantage of his loosening grip, reaching up to pull him down. Your lips dance with his, your tongue licks at his bottom lip, and he readily welcomes you, his hand gripping the sheets beside your head.

You pull away, leaning up more to bite his ear, giggling at the shakey sound he lets out. "I think I won Jakey."

𔘓 Sunghoon

You stir awake hearing a loud sound ring through your apartment, your heart pounding in your ear as you stay in your position waiting to see if anything else would come up. Your name catches your ear, though muffled, your previous fear flipping to happiness. You jump to your feet, forgetting your slippers, the cold tiles waking up your nerves more.

"Hoon?" He's barely visible, shifting his bags. He looks up and smiles, "Hey." You're in his arms almost a second later, he let's out a surprise laugh as he stumbles backwards. " Thought you were coming home tomorrow." you murmur into his neck, "Surprise~" he teases. He holds you for a second, before gently going to push your shoulders to see your face. Your head shakes in response, your grip not faltering, slowly growing drunk on his scent. "can I look at you? It's been months since I saw your face." "Please just hold me." He easily complies, both arms wrapping around you tightly.

You pull away from him eventually, his hand raises to your cheek. You finally scan his face fully, your face twisting with worry. "You look exhausted." he only smiles, "I am, a little." the last part comes out lightly and deep, your eyes trailing from his eyes to his lips before moving back. He leans in and you lean away, "You need to rest." "Hah, yeah." he pulls away, his hand reaching for his luggage.

Your hand lightly brushes his away, a short huff leaving you as your struggle to raise it. "You'll get hurt y/n, I got it." "I got it." You say dragging your feet towards your room. He watches you for a second, laughing silently to himself before reaching from his smaller duffle bag.

You're not sure when you both fell asleep, but his soft breath in your face now filled you with a certain warmth. The afternoon sun peeking in through your windows, adding warmth to your body. You brush his hair out of his face, your finger outlining his face before you lean in, pressing your lips gently to his. There's a slight pause before the ends curl up, shifting his face deeper into the pillow, his eyes opening to look at you.

"What a beautiful sight to wake up to." He murmurs, his deep voice ringing in your mind. You snicker, "I know." you whisper in response, your hand moving slightly down his neck, your eyes follow your fingers tracing his skin. "Missed you." you look up at him, you body growing hot as your take in the emotion evident on his face. "Me too." His hand trails down your waist, a trail of goosebumps following in his tracks, despite the layer of clothing keeping his hand from your skin. His cold hand on your warm skin makes you jolt slightly, your shirt raised slightly giving him access to your lower waist.

"Missed you so much you have no clue. you're such a distraction even when you're miles away." He teased. You grip at his shirt as he pulls you close, closing the distance between the both of you. He opens his mouth to speak again, and you immediately press your lips to his, his hand immediately going behind your head.

[mariaace]

So this is love? (Ft. Windbreaker)

Summary: Cute moments. That's all.

A/n: uhh so like i might do this for also haikyuu and my bestie @dazailoveschuuya suggested an idea for blue lock that i will probably write so stay turned!

Pairings: Sakura, Suo, Kaji, Kiryu

Warnings, before everyone's part.

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Sakura Haruka

Sakura was never good with affection. This was his first relationship amd everyone knew that. Even after some time in the relationship, even after you showed him what affection is, he still couldn't handle it without blushing like crazy. But he admits, it felt nice, bot that he'll ever say it. The problem is tho, how does he asks for affection?

"Hm? What is it Haru?" You look over at Sakura, who's staying right in front of you at the moment. His arms spread out just for you to fit against his body. He thinks it's obvious, that's how you hug...right? You hugged him a lot of times, that's how you do it. So why are you not getting it?

You look at his confused and flustered face and can't hold back a chuckle anymore. You step a few steps closer to him and just press your self against him, arm wrapping around his neck and resting on his shoulders.

He freezes for a moment, then slowly wraps his slightly shaky arms you. It feels...nice- he thinks.

"You know you can just ask me when you want a hug, right?" ".... I don't know how to.. especially if we're in front of someone.." You thought for a moment. Yeah, Sakura can barely hear the word kiss without blushing like crazy, then an idea pops in your mind. "Then give me some kind of signal. Whatever you feel like will grab my attention so that i know, that way you won't have to say anything."

From then on, every time he felt clingy, he tugged gently at the sleeve of your cloth. You always knew what he meant. (Not that he wasn't still flustered tho.)

Suo Hayato

(reader implied in another school)

Suo always knows what you need. You don't even have to tell him. But why is that? Because he can read people easily, especially you. He knows you like the back of his hand. So he often does thinks to you before you even ask for them. But how does the Suo Hayato reacts when you do something for him?

His school day just ended after some time on patrol with Sakura and Nirei. The two of them went on their way after the trio said goodbye to each other. Suo on the other hand, decided to stop off by the little café next to your school, since he saw a text from you telling him you've finished.

After he responded back, he started walking, quickly arriving at his destination. He smiled when he saw you on one of the tables with your homework books open. He walked over behind you and lowered his head next to yours. "Homework?" You turned your head to the side, seeing your boyfriend. "Yeah, sit across, I'm almost done and then I'll tell you about my day."

He did exactly as he said, but his eyes narrowed at the cup of tea, covered with a little plate in front of him. "Since when do you drink this type of tea-?" "Oh no, that's for you, i have my own right here." "..oh." Well that was certainly unexpected. The tea was still hot, because of the little plate that you put on top, that he just removed and took a sip of his drink.

Exactly. How. He. Likes. It. He smiled at you, even tho you were concentrated on your notebook. He mumbled a quite thanks under his breath and waited for you to finish.

Kaji Ren

Flavour of his lollipops? Uhh, he would have usually said that he doesn't care, he just likes his lollipops. But when you asked him? How did this conversation even begin in the first place? Why was he still listening to this? And most importantly, why did he agreed on that? He honestly can't tell, but he's doing it now.

"I never understood how your brain works." Kaji told you. This is what? His fifth lollipop today? And each one was with a different flavour. Why? Because you asked him if the different flavours made him 'taste different'. He thought it was a stupid idea. He genuinely did. But when he saw the look of excitement in your eyes when he said yes...

So here he is now, with a strawberry lollipop in his hand and you kissing him nonstop. "Hm, I think i like this one best." You thought for a moment. "Or maybe the raspberry.." "You haven't even tried the lollipops?" "I don't have to, i have you right here." You gave him a sly smile and went back to your thinking.

"The strawberry one is the best flavour." "But I actually like the raspberry on you." "Because you haven't tried the actual one." You still didn't give up on your assumption tho. That's when Kaji was the one who got idea. He looked over at the lollipop at his hand and the next thing you knew, it was in your mouth.

"See?" He gently pulled his arm, attempting to pull it away from you, when you suddenly didn't let go of it. He raised an eyebrow at you. "I count that as another kiss for your information." He groaned at your words. "But yeah, you were right, it's the better one."

After that, he always got strawberry flavoured lollipops.

Kiryu Mitsuki (fem!reader)

Kiryu is a gentleman. (Yes, I'll say it every time i post about him.) He knows what a girl wants and needs. And he is confident in his knowledge and experience. But then you decided out of nowhere to surprise him. How did he react on that? Perhaps positive?

Kiryu is known by all for his way of treating girls. At there really is a reason for that. He loves treating with you such respect, always doing things for you, and the way you react to all this? It warms his heart every time. Especially when it's in front of others.

Today tho, was a different say. Because you decided it's time to show him wat it's like, because he deserves it for being such a sweet boyfriend. So today when you two walked into the place of meeting up you opened the door for him. His face was priceless...and very cute in fact. He smiled slyly, thanked you, and walked in.

After that, you kept doing the things that he usually do, payed for the stuff, stood at the out side of the road, fixed the strand of his hair. It honestly felt so new to him, but he loved the way it felt.

At the end of your date (where you walked him to his house), he turned to you and thanked you specifically for all the things today. "I loved that. But i still prefer it to do them for you, because i get to see your cute reactions every time i do something." At that comment you nudged him playfully. "Now that wasn't very gentleman-like from you." You both laughed, and that's how your date ended.

Maybe he liked it a bit too much when you did those...

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[darlingdaisyfarm]

hi!! just wanna say you are my fav gravity falls author and im so obsessed with your fics for stan 🙏🙏 could i please have a stan x fem!reader smut where stan just REALLY likes tits. like a LOT. you have full creative freedom to go wherever you want with this idea i just wholeheartedly believe stan is a tit man <3 thank u and plz never delete this account youre the coolest 💞

Stan Pines is obsessed with you and your breasts ♡ (headcanons + blurb)

author note: hii, angel!! thank you sm for this sweet message, i'm literally melting and giggling and smiling rn!!! i can't even tell you how much this made my day, you're so kind and your words honestly mean the world to me 🤍 

i had so much fun with this idea, so here’s something for you bc ur wish is my command! i hope it’s what u expected. and thank you for supporting me! ♡

I need this grumpy old man so bad, guys send me more asks bout him also comments and/or reblogs are always appreciated, kisses u💋

nsfw, fem reader

♡ Stan is absolutely shamelessly obsessed with tits. your tits, specifically. big, small, somewhere in between, it doesn’t matter! he’s a hungry fucking man. he fucking loves breasts. worships them. adores them. can’t keep his damn eyes (or hands, or mouth) off them. “you’re gonna kill me with these things, doll, fuckin’ hell, look at ‘em.”

♡ the first time you caught him staring, you were a little shy about it, but he didn’t even try to deny it. “what? they’re right there! whaddya want me to do, not look? it’s like puttin’ a steak in front of a starving man and tellin’ him not to eat!” and you made the mistake of saying, “you could touch them if you wanted to.”

♡ because now his hands are always on you. always. you’re trying to cook? his big hands are sliding up your shirt, squeezing, kneading, thumbs brushing over your nipples, he’s testing just how fast he can make that little gasp slip from your lips. and god, all of that is being done with that smug grin on his face. “what? i’m helpin’.” sure, Stan. sure

♡ I wanna develop idea about cooking more, so: as i said, Stan can’t keep his hands off you when you’re cooking. for him it’s just an excuse to get his hands on your body. expect him to come up behind you, press his broad chest into your back, let his hands rest in your waist as his lips ghost over your neck, muttering “damn, you look so pretty, baby, you sure you don’t wanna skip dinner and come straight to bed?” when he’s rubbing his growing bulge against you while you’re stirring the pot, literally humping you in the middle of the kitchen. It’s hard not to laugh at how desperate he is

♡ the type of man who’ll insist he’s innocent even when he’s shamelessly and obviously staring. you could be fully dressed, wearing the baggiest clothes known to man and this filthy old bastard is still eye-fucking you. “what? can’t help it, doll, you’re beautiful.” no shame. zero!

♡ of course Stan loves to bury his face in your chest. it’s his happy place there. his hands sliding up your sides as he presses his face between your breasts, groaning, “fuckin’ heaven, toots. yer like a damn pillow, but better, so soft, so warm.” while you let your fingers run through his hair. It’s more about being intimate and soft though

♡ “goddamn, look at these beauties. best fuckin’ view in the world, ain’t it?”

♡ he’s a sucker for leaving marks on your breasts. bite marks, hickeys, little bruises from his teeth and fingers

♡ uhh. . . hear me out, him stuffing dollar bills into your bra as a joke (or no). “figure they’re safer here than my wallet anyway.”

♡ Stan loves when you wear anything that lets him see your nipples, especially when they’re hard (from cold or because you’re horny?), he goes crazy when thin shirt or a dress hugs your body. “goddamn, sweetie, could stare at those for hours.”

♡ his guilty pleasure is watching you put lotion on after a shower. you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, smoothing the cream over your arms, shoulders and chest and that old man is drooling

♡ Stan is so domestic, he loves the way you look in the morning, your breasts barely covered by his tank top that you stole. you stretch, yawning, your nipples peeking through the thin fabric and he’s already pulling you back into bed. “don’t care what we had planned today, baby. yer stayin’ right here with me.”

♡ Stanley gets so distracted when you’re undressing in front of him. doesn’t matter if it’s casual or if you’re trying to tease him, once your top comes off, his eyes are immediately glued to you while his cock already twitching to life in his pants. “jesus christ, woman, yer tryin’ to kill me. c’mere and let me get my hands on ya.”

♡ and when he finally gets you laid out on the bed, his hands worshiping every inch of you, oh, he takes his sweet time. dragging his thumbs over the stiff peaks of your nubs, leaning down to wrap his lips around one, sucking gently before giving it a teasing bite. he’s grinning against your skin when you gasp his name, one hand slipping down to spread your thighs apart while he gets comfortable between them. “love when you make these sounds. what’d i do to deserve this, huh?”

♡ oh, his tongue too. it’s wet and warm, circling slow before he flicks the nub just to watch your back arch. his free hand squeezes your other breast, pinching and tugging lightly on the nipple. he groans from how heavenly you taste. “softest damn tits I’ve ever had my hands on. christ, baby, I love you so much.”

♡ if you let him, he’ll press his cock between your breasts, his hands squishing them together as he ruts into the softness, groaning like a goddamn mess. “fuck, baby— mhmm, your so fuckin’ soft, look at this, huh? takin’ me so good, atta girl.”

♡ more thoughts about breasts fuck. i personally think Stan would love it? because there’s something about the sight of his heavy cock sliding between your breasts, the way you press them together for him, making a perfect, soft little channel for him to fuck into like a needy old man he is. he gasps, praises you, worships you whole as he watches himself disappear between them, his tip slick and glistening with precum every time it peaks out

♡ “fuck, doll, keep squeezin’ ’em like that. jesus, yer gonna make me cum just from lookin’ at ya.” and he does, oh, he does. he spills his seed all over your chest. and when he’s finished, Stan isn’t shy about making a mess, watching his cum drip down your breasts

♡ when he’s drunk, Stan gets even more handsy than usual

♡ you get him worked up sometimes by accident. like, when you’re reaching for something high up on a shelf and your shirt rides up, giving him the perfect view of your waist, those soft curves that drive him absolutely crazy. Stan will mumble something like “god, babe—gimme a second, I gotta go fix somethin’ in the back room. . . you know how it is with my old bones.” but it’s all a damn lie because he just needs to take a breather after staring at your body for the last five minutes

♡ Stan absolutely loves when you’re riding him, leaning over with your tits pressed into his face. he doesn’t care if it’s just for a few seconds or longer, he wants to feel them on his lips. he’ll lift his head slightly to suck on your cute nipples or trail hot kisses down your cleavage, his hands gripping your ass as he pushes his hips up to meet you. “sh-shit, baby, lemme just. . .”

♡ you lean over the counter while talking to him, doesn’t matter if you’re talking about what’s for dinner or how the vending machine ate your dollar, his eyes are locked on your chest only, already undressing you in his mind. he’ll mutter something gruff like, “yeah, uh-huh”

♡ loves to make you squirm. Stan’s a teasing bastard and he knows exactly what he’s doing when he brushes his thumb over your sensitive nipple slowly, watching it pebble under his touch. “sensitive today, huh? what’s the matter, sweetheart? thought ya liked it when i played with these pretty little nubs of yours.” and then he pinches, just to hear you gasp and watch you press your thighs together 

♡ i swear, Stan will make excuses to get you on his lap, just so he can slide his hands under your clothes and play with you while you sit there all flustered, giggling silly. “ain’t no law against touchin’ my girl, is there? c’mon, lemme have my fun, been thinkin’ about these all damn day.”

♡ as I mentioned, he’s a sucker for when you’re on top, bouncing on his cock while his big hands squeeze your waist, holding you so tenderly in his arms despite how hard and rough he bucks his hips into you, his mouth is latched onto your nipples. the way your breasts move drives him insane

♡ during lazy, slow sex, Stan loves lying on his side with you pressed against him, one hand massaging your breast as he thrusts into you slowly from behind. his lips are at your ear, whispering filthy things about how soft and warm you feel

♡ but when it’s rough, he’s gripping your breasts so hard you’ll have finger-shaped bruises the next day, pinching your nipples just to watch you arch your back and tremble under him, “you like that, huh? that’s right, my good fucking girl,” and every word he says he punctuates with a thrust. “can’t get enough of me touchin’ you, can ya?”

♡ reminder: Stan doesn’t just love your breasts because they’re sexy, though, yeah, they are. he loves them because they’re yours. soft, warm, comforting, just like you. and if he can bury his face in them and forget about the rest of the world for a little while? that’s just the cherry on top! a nice bonus!

♡ bonus: little blurb 

sight of you in his suit jacket, oh god. that thing swallows you whole but it’s too big for you so it hangs off your shoulders, exposing your skin, letting him see your thighs as well. Stan’s jacket, smelling like cigars, is over you in a way that makes his throat go dry. and underneath that beautiful little bra you knew would make his head spin, it’s lace and soft cups hugging you in ways he wished his hands were right now. your cleavage drawing his attention like a magnet. no, it’s too goddamn much for Stan to handle

he’s slouched on the armchair, legs spread wide, trying to keep himself from losing control. his eyes latch onto the soft lace of your bra, the way it cups your tits just beautiful enough to tease him. he looks so needy already and you’ve barely touched him

“Jesus christ, doll.” sounds like he’s choking on his own breath. “yer doin’ this on purpose, parading around in my jacket, showin’ off these tits like some goddamn pin-up doll, huh.” his lips curl into a smirk

perfect, just exact reaction you waited. you bite your lip, stepping closer, swaying your hips for him. you play it coy, of course. shifting the jacket like it’s just slipping off, letting one strap of your bra peek out more. “what? this old thing?” you smile like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing

and then he’s got his hands on you in an instant, dragging you into his lap because he can’t stand another second of his pretty girl being out of reach. his palms feels rough as they grip your hips, tugging you down until your thighs straddle his.

“you tryin’ to kill me, toots? walkin’ around like that, wearin’ my jacket.”  

your knees settle on either side of him, and his hands waste no time sliding up your thighs, over your hips, and straight to your waist, holding you close to him because this man is always starved for physical contact. his thumbs dip under the edge of the jacket, brushing the bare skin just above your bra

“Staaanley,” you breathe, your lips hovering just above his. your hands tangling in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan.

“No, no, no, don’t you ‘stan’ me, pretty,” he mutters, and one of his hands slips behind your back to unclasp your bra with a flick of his fingers, the other cupping your breast like he’s been dying to touch you all day. “you don’t get to tease me like that, wearin’ this fuckin’ outfit, and then say my name like some innocent little thing. you know exactly what you’re doin’, don’tcha?”

his thumb brushes over your nipple and then his lips follow, placing wet and hot kisses along your breast, sucking gently before biting down to make you gasp.  

“That’s it,” he groans against your skin. “wanna hear all those pretty little sounds you make, baby. fuck, you’ve got me harder than a goddamn rock.”  

he’s saying true because you feel the evidence of that pressing against your core, even through your panties. his free hand slides between your thighs, fingers pressing against the damp fabric and you whimper when he rubs slow circles over your needy clit.  

Stan grins as he pushes the lace aside. “you’re fuckin’ soaked. all this from me touchin’ your tits? jesus, doll, yer even dirtier than i thought.”

his fingers tease your wet entrance, rubbing over your folds before dipping inside, and your head falls against his shoulder, moaning as he pumps them slow and deep.  

“C’mon, baby,” Stanley brushes his lips over your ear as he fucks you with his fingers, his other hand still kneading your breast. “tell me who you belong to. say my name, and i’ll give you everything you want. everything. I’ll fuck you so good.”

you moan his name, digging your nails into his shoulders 

“Yes, that’s it,” his hand moves faster. “gonna make you scream for me, sweetheart. make sure you never forget who you belong to.”

[jks1uv]

𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝐹𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 ; robert “bob” reynolds

| one-shot |

summary: y/n, meet bob. bob, meet y/n.

pairing: fem!reader x bob (platonic) + avenger!reader x bob (platonic) + asgardian!reader x bob (platonic).

trope: found family (duh) + strangers to friends.

genre: fluff + hinted angst + comedy.

warnings‼️: crude language + tall!reader (a little over 5’8) + spoilers!

word count: 1,756.

random disclaimerrr: reader is 19 & thor’s daughter. watched this masterpiece of a film 2 days ago & holy peak. truly peak. absolute peak cinema. happy reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♡ © 2025 @jks1uv

“Oh, hey! You’re here.” Bucky says as he watches you fly through the open balcony.

“Perfect timing.” Ava comments as your armor melts back into your skin, revealing your original outfit.

“So fucking cool.” She softly says in awe.

“Right? It’s also super convenient.” John crosses his arms, watching you switch back into civilian mode so languidly.

You lay your sword on the side of the coffee table in front of the couch, plopping down on it with a heavy sigh.

“Wait, what’s going on?” Bob asks, confused by the random spark of commotion.

“Y/n is here?” Yelena pokes her head out of the pantry, eyeing your exhausted head tipped back on the headrest with your eyes closed.

Bucky hands you a water bottle and smiles when you sense him.

You open your eyes to look up at him.

“Good to see you, kid.” His voice smooth and steely blue eyes kind.

“Thanks, you too.” You say as you accept the cool drink.

You, Thor, Loki, Scott, Hope, Cassie, Valkyrie, and Carol were off-world fighting an intergalactic enemy when The Void almost took all of New York into the shadow realm.

You just got back from the grueling trip a day ago.

“Well, well, well. It is the younger Asgardian.” Alexie affectionately pats your head.

You chuckle softly at the old santa’s loving actions.

“Where’s your dad?” Bucky’s eyes wander out the balcony when he hears silent noise following you.

“He’s getting beers with Valkyrie, he’ll join us later.”

You give a quick side-hug to Yelena and a crisp high-five to Ava when John straightens his back, expecting a welcome as well.

You walk straight ahead, not meaning to ignore him but step back and look to the side in surprise.

Your head snaps from him to Bucky, from Bucky to him and back. You blink rapidly, pointing a finger up at him and ask, “What’s he doing here?”.

You can’t help how you sound.

“Oh. He's, uhh… part of the team now.” Bucky shrugs.

You don't say anything but your face does. Bruh y'all couldn't find anyone else?

“He'll catch on fire if you stare at him any longer.” Ava says behind an amused smile.

“No, wait! Keep staring! I am recording just in case.” Alexie gives you a big thumbs up and is recording on an older version of the iPhone that’s not surprisingly cracked.

How he got ahold of technology before Steve is beyond you.

“I'm literally standing right here.” John says in disbelief.

“Almost as if that is the whole fucking point, genius.” Yelena rolls her eyes and scoffs as she goes back into the pantry.

Bob is still confused but he has to admit, it's entertaining seeing everyone vouch for you.

He senses a great power in you, one that may very well rival his own.

You look oddly familiar but he can't place his finger on it. Where have I seen you before?

“Oh, before I forget.” Bucky moves aside so you can meet the new guy.

“Y/n, this is Bob.”

He extends his metal arm out to the fresh set of new eyes and they're wide in curiosity.

You put your hand up and wave, giving the new addition to the team your best welcome. “Hi, nice to meet you.”

He now has a full view of you.

You're nice, he thinks.

Bob doesn’t takes first impressions lightly and since yours is a good one, that counts for everything.

You're tall, he estimates your original height to be a little over 5'8 since your heeled boots add quite a few inches to you.

He believes you'd be the same height as him with them on.

Your shiny hair and bright eyes contrast nicely with your smooth skin. Your youthful appearance is refreshing to see and invokes an almost familial feeling in him.

Your smile is warm, comforting.

You don't seem to have anything to hide, it's like you're letting him see you for who you are on the first meeting.

It intimidates him— the confidence you have in yourself.

He wishes to learn that one day.

Your features resemble someone he's seen before, he knows it.

It's getting kind of frustrating trying to remember something he can't.

“Bob, meet Y/n.”

You assess the added member; hair is medium length, dark brown and wavy. He seems pretty tall, your guess is 6 feet. He's also timid. His body language is reserved and calm.

Bob smiles shyly, showing his top set of perfectly straight and white teeth. He does a little wave, eliciting a small laugh from you at his actions.

“Hi. I-It's nice to see you, too.” He repeats your sentiment and you can't help but smile.

He reminds you of a little boy on his first day of school.

Cute.

“Well, I’m gonna go sleep forever now so I’ll see y’all later.” You announce before shortly departing.

You set a mental reminder about texting Peter to meet up after you wake up to go do something.

Everyone goes their separate ways.

John goes out for an interview rehearsal (that’s a thing??). Bucky is joining Sam, Clint, and Bruce to train the younger avengers. Ava phases through the walls, you assume she’s going to her room. Yelena takes her snacks and father to the theater room upstairs for a movie.

Bob stands in the common room, studying your sword.

“Wow.” He whispers.

Bob marvels at the sight of your beautiful sword.

The grip seems about 3 inches wide and thick. It’s made of pure gold along with the guards. The grip and guards have intricate designs drawn on them.

The blade is a long and thick slab of metallic steel, seemingly heavy to hold.

He spots a design on the blade. The design is gold and creates an illusion of glass, a very clean mirror that can be used as a prism.

Bob can tell the designs were made by hand, impressive craftsmanship in detail.

He looks closely, a particular detail catching his eye.

There’s a small symbol in the middle of the guards, an emblem of some sort.

Bob squints his eyes as he tries to understand what it could be, decipher its meaning.

“It’s a rune of my realm.”

Bob immediately jumps up and yelp, his palm clamps over his mouth, muffling it a bit.

His breathing is as erratic as his heartbeat and you feel guilty.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you, I thought you heard me come back.”

You weren’t stealthy but you weren’t noticeable, either. Still, you feel as though you should’ve made your presence known.

“I’m truly, very sorry.” You apologize again as you nervously peer at him.

He gulps and blinks. “It’s okay, I’m okay. It’s fine.” Bob nods to himself, a tightlipped smile on his face.

You lick your lips and purse them, nodding slightly to yourself.

“Okay.” You say softly.

It’s awkward for a beat before you two speak up again.

“I—”

“You—”

You both close your lips and stare at one another before laughing in embarrassment.

“You can go first.” You offer.

You’re sweet he decides.

“No, no. I-I think you were saying something first.” He insists.

You smile and go ahead. “I was just saying that I’m gonna take that and go back, for real this time.”

You hold out your arm and open palm, calling your sword to you. She listens and is compelled by your hand like a magnet.

“Woahhh.” He breathes.

You laugh, successful in the art of showing off. It’s all about subtlety.

“That’s so cool, how-how did you do that?” He tilts his head quizzically.

“Where I’m from, magic is in everything. My grandfather had this sword forged long before I was born and is embedded with magic.”

You trace the blade with your free hand, remembering the hard work you toiled to be deemed worthy of carrying the responsibility of the blade.

“Where are you from?” He wonders out loud.

“Asgard.”

Bob gasps and snaps his fingers like he just figured out the missing piece of a puzzle (he did).“That’s it! That-that’s where I know you from! You’re Thor’s daughter!”

You chuckle softly at his excitement, his bubbly demeanor melting away your tiredness.

“The one and only.” You joke as you raise your hands and shrug nonchalantly.

“Wow, man. I gotta tell you, you’re awesome.” He guffaws.

You feel warm at the praise, not really expecting anything from this guy you just met.

“Oh, wow… um, thank you. That’s nice of you to say that.” You say shyly as you scratch your arm.

He nods. “Yeah, sure. No problem.”

“You’re great, too.” You blurt.

He looks at you and you see an insecure look on his face.

“Your powers are really cool, a thousand exploding suns and all that.”

His eyes shine with an unspoken curiosity. One that says, You really think so?

“R-Really?” A silent laugh escapes him and his adam’s apple reverberates.

“Yeah! You’re super fast and really strong. You’re even bullet and knife proof.” You beam. “You’re like me.”

Ever since The Thunderbolts* weakened The Void with the power of friendship, Bob has never felt more connected.

There’s an entire group of people who welcome him and treat him with the care and respect he deserves.

Your statement was clear and concise, you’re not trying to imply anything. There’s no hidden agenda with you.

You were simply making an observation and connecting it with yourself; a very well-respected, renowned hero.

Bob’s no hero, he’s still trying to find things that make him feel like himself.

You’re young, so young and filled with such an encouraging spirit that makes him feel willing.

“Yeah.” He softly agrees. “I guess I am like you.”

You sense a deep sadness in him, something that troubles him and obstructs him from speaking freely.

You don’t want to force him out but you also don’t want to come across as overly sensitive.

“I’m not sleepy anymore. Do you wanna… maybe go do something?”

Peter can wait, you think. You also think he and Bob would get along well.

He thinks about it for a moment.

He doesn’t have training anytime soon and has read up all his books. Some new scenery would do him good and this way, he’d get to know you better.

He wants to be your friend and hopes you share the same sentiment.

Little does he know, you’re almost there.

“Yeah, sure. Why not.” He smiles once more and this time, it reaches his eyes.

[biellescouts]

go ahead and flake on me, flaker.

spiderman!mark lee x f!reader

a/n; this is low-key inspired by my crush augustinthewinter oops

cw: curse words, kissing, nomin

summary: markie’s acting so strange lately… he keeps flaming out on me

you stared at yourself in the mirror as you got ready to go. yanking a long sleeve over your head and being sure to smooth your hair down after. you breathed out a heavy exhale. today was hyuck’s birthday party that you had organised and it had to be perfect.

your attention was dragged away from figuring out whether one of your eyes is bigger than the other by the buzz of your phone against the nightstand.

markly is calling

you pressed accept and put it on speaker before making your way to your dressing table. “what is upp?” you chirped, slathering your face in some spf moisturiser.

“hey, y/n. you almost ready to go?”

“yup, i’m coming down soon.”

“bet, i’m outside.”

after quickly doing your lip combo and sliding on your converse, you made your way down to mark’s car. though you liked to consider yourself an overly organised person, there were still a few things that you needed to pick up before the party which was now in 2 hours. basically no time.

mark was silent the whole ride. which would’ve been relatively normal if he wasn’t literally mark lee.

you gently poked his thigh over the console. “you good?”

he just nodded, “mhm.” never taking his eyes off the road.

when you pulled into the target parking lot, mark looked around, hesitating to get out of the car, like he was waiting for you to leave first.

“uhh, we not going in?” your brows furrowed.

mark looked around awkwardly, “oh uh, you go ahead. i kinda wanted to stay and listen to the radio. i'm really into the news lately.. yeah.” he scratched the back of his neck.

you squinted your eyes at him for a second, “yeahh, okay. well, i'm only getting candles so hang in there until then.” he shot you an awkward smile before you got out of the car, heading for the store

mark had been acting super.. odd, lately. he could hardly ever hang out anymore, and when he finally could, he would always make up some dumb excuse for why he had to dip out early. it was starting to become pretty obvious that something was going on.

after your little target run and a 15 second staring contest after mark frantically turned off the radio, mark drove you back to his apartment where you found hyuck waiting on the couch.

“haechannie!” you ran to the couch, damn near jumping into his arms and wrapping him in a bear hug, “happy birthday, cutie.”

hyuck let out an excited noise muffled by your arm around him. you pulled away from him, “oh, sorry dude.”

he spat out some of the fluff from your sweater, “it’s cool. it’s my birthday so! literally nothing could annoy me today.”

you smiled widely at his excitement. seeing him happy brought a great deal of warmth to your heart. you sat down next to him on the couch and the two of you started to talk about the party and how excited you both were while mark busied himself in the kitchen, unpacking your target haul which turned out to be way more than just candles.

you stayed on the couch with hyuck, watching as he bounced up and down slightly with excitement. “i can't wait for everyone to get here,” he moved his hand to rest on your arm, “especially since jaem texted me saying he and jeno are bringing me something ‘special’.”

you raised an eyebrow at him, “hello? special like what?”

“mm, special like expensive..” he flopped back dramatically against the couch cushions, “they both work at that fancy place in manhattan now, so they can afford to spoil me properly.”

“jesus, haechan.” you laughed at him.

you heard the sound of mark dropping something followed by a quiet curse from the kitchen and whipped your head in his direction but hyuck just waved his hand dismissively. “he's fine, he's fine. hey, did you call everyone to remind them about presents? because I swear if johnny shows up empty handed again-“

“uh no, no, not yet.” you scrunched your brows over at the kitchen before turning back to hyuck and lowering your voice slightly. “hey, is it just me or is mark being kind of... weird today? and like, every day this week.”

hyuck peeked over the couch at mark pacing for a moment before he shrugged, “um. no. don’t worry about it, though, party’s in like 40 minutes. get excited again!”

you pushed yourself off the couch, ignoring hyuck's dramatic protests for you to stay as you made your way to the kitchen. mark was hunched over his phone, seemingly studying apple maps with intense focus. you leaned against the counter, watching him for a moment.

“you good? you seem off.”

mark jolted up, “shit- oh, hey,” he straightened his posture, rubbing the back of his head. his eyes darted around the kitchen, not quite meeting yours. “just, uh, making sure everything's organised. you know how hyuck gets about this stuff.”

you squinted at him. that was definitely a lie — hyuck couldn't care less about party organization as long as there’s booze. before you could call him out on it, mark's phone buzzed. he grabbed it so quickly he almost dropped it, glancing at the screen with an expression you couldn't quite read.

“i gotta- there's something i need to...” he gestured vaguely towards the door, already backing away.

“mark, bro!”

“gimme 10 minutes.” he pleaded, and just like that, he was gone, leaving you standing in the kitchen surrounded by half-unpacked target bags. “fuck me, dude.”

you sighed, turning your attention to the scattered grocery bags. whatever was going on with mark had to wait — you had a party to set up. you pulled out the some fairy lights, arranging them strategically around the living room while hyuck provided unhelpful commentary from his spot on the couch.

“a little to the left- no, no, my left- no, wait, the first spot was better...”

“aye, cut it out, haechan. it's your birthday, not your interior design debut,” you teased and he just pouted in response.

as much as you tried to occupy yourself, you couldn't help but be painfully aware of mark's absence. usually he'd be right there with you, probably tangling up the lights or making terrible puns about the party supplies.

“y/nnie, he streamers are crooked!”

“dude.” you turned to face him, you placed a hand on your hip, “since you're such an expert on crooked streamers, why don't you get off your butt and come help me?”

he clutched his pearls, “but i’m the birthday boy.. i'm supposed to be lounging and being waited on.”

“you can lounge at your birthday party.” you grabbed a pack of balloons and tossed them at him. he caught them with a whine but finally got up from the couch.

as you worked together, hyuck's presence made it easier to ignore the nagging worry about mark's disappearance. the two of you fell into an easy rhythm - you hanging decorations while hyuck attempted — and mostly failed — to blow up balloons without getting light-headed.

"haechan, your face is turning the same color as those balloons." you laughed out.

“bro, i swear there’s something wrong with them.” he huffed, out of breath.

“out of breath from blowing balloons is crazy, actually.” you laughed out.

you pulled out your phone while hyuck continued his dramatic balloon-related suffering on the floor. ycrolling through your contacts, you hit renjun's number first.

“hello?” renjun's voice crackled through the speaker.

“hii, just checking you guys are almost ready. and uh, bringing presents?” you put the phone on speaker so hyuck could hear.

“yeah, we're getting ready now. jaemin's been wrapping the same gift for like an hour because he keeps messing up the corners.”

“it needs to be perfect!” you heard jaemin yell in the background.

“it's just gonna get ripped open anyway,” jeno's voice chimed in, followed by what sounded like jaemin throwing something at him.

“we're already together, so we can leave pretty soon” renjun explained. “and jeno and jaemin are acting like an old married couple as per usual.”

“no we’re not!” jeno protested.

“sure, man.” renjun chuckled. “anyway, we'll be there in like an hour. just gotta pry these two apart first.”

“kay, bye.” you squeaked, hanging up the phone.

you walked around the apartment, scrutinizing every detail. the fairy lights cast a warm glow across the room, and despite hyuck's earlier complaints, the streamers looked perfectly fine. the snacks were nicely arranged on the coffee table, and you'd managed to create a decent photo backdrop on one wall with some of the balloons.

“wait, everything looks so good…” you whispered, more to yourself than to hyuck, who was back sprawled across the couch scrolling through his phone. “it’d be nice if mark was actually was here to see it.” you sighed.

“trust, he’ll be back,” hyuck said without looking up, completely unbothered. “he always comes back.”

something about the way he said it made you pause. because what does that even mean… it wasn't just casual reassurance — it sounded like he knew something you didn't.

you decided to freshen up before everyone arrived, heading to your room where you'd laid out your outfit on the bed.

“y/n! jaemin just texted, they're like ten minutes away!” hyuck called through the door. “please tell me you're not going to take forever to get ready!"

“yeah yeah.” you called back. you changed into your outfit — a cute black top with a matching midi-skirt that made you feel confident despite the weird energy of the evening.

you gave yourself one last glance in the mirror before hurrying out to join hyuck. just in time too because as soon as you came out, the doorbell rang and hyuck almost face-planted trying to answer it.

“happy birthday!” three voices chorused as soon as the door swung open. renjun, jeno, and jaemin piled in, arms loaded with presents and various snacks.

“jesus, jaem, is that what took you so long?” you laughed, eyeing jaemin's impossibly pristine gift wrapping.

“listen. i don’t play.” jaemin defended himself.

“no, yeah. ‘course.” you blinked and jeno's face just scrunched up.

renjun piped up, “hey, where's mark? usually he's the one opening the door looking stressed about party logistics.”

you felt your smile falter ever so slightly. “oh, he's just... running an errand. i don’t know.”

“what a host.” he raised an eyebrow and you just sighed.

before you could respond, more guests started arriving, saving you from having to explain mark's mysterious absence.

the party was in full swing now, music vibrating through the apartment as you gathered everyone together near the balloon backdrop you'd set up earlier.

“okay, haechannie, you go in the middle!” you directed, watching as he immediately started posing while everyone shuffled around him. he had definitely rehearsed.

“na jaemin, stop fixing your hair, it looks fine.” jeno tried to push jaemin’s hands away from his bangs.

“that's what you think,” jaemin muttered, but finally dropped his hands.

you set up your phone timer and rushed to join the group, squeezing in between renjun and hyuck. the photos came out cute — everyone laughing and making silly faces and then jeno somehow managing to look like he was on a magazine cover.

but as you flicked through them, each one felt incomplete. it was painfully obvious that mark was missing. you glanced at the time — he'd been gone for over an hour now.

“okay, okay, let's take some silly ones!" hyuck suggested and jeno groaned.

“christ.”

— but you were already backing away from the group. “i gotta use the bathroom real quick,” you said, heading down the hallway.

you reached for the bathroom door handle, pushing it open without thinking — only to hear a startled “privacy, pri- i’m in here!”

“shit, sorry.” you caught a glimpse of familiar dark head of hair and what looked like red spandex before you instinctively slammed the door shut.

wait…

you reopened the door just enough to slip inside — and make sure no one sees the butt ass naked mark in the bathroom — closing it quickly behind you.

mark stood there frozen, in only his boxers and a spider-man mask dangling from one hand.

“dude, i can explain-“ he started.

“go ahead.” you cut him off, keeping your voice low despite the music muffling any chance of being overheard.

“because i've been worried sick about you disappearing all evening, and now I find you in here..” you waved your hands in his general direction, “doing whatever you’re doing. wait, what the hell are you doing..?”

mark cringed, hyper-aware of the situation he was in. “you found me!”

“what are you actually doing right now.”

“hide and seek?” he looked like he didn’t even believe the reason he just gave.

“okay, enough of the excuses now. like for real. cause i’ve been really worried about you these past few months because you keep going missing and you just brush it off every time. i know you’ve been lying to me. what is up with that?”

his expression became serious, “y/n, i’ve hated lying to you. every time i had to come up with some shitty excuse, i’ve felt awful.”

“you never had to lie about anything, mark. i’m your best friend, you’re just supposed to tell me.” you frowned at him and he could have sworn he heard his heart shatter.

“it's not- I just- I had to...” he trailed off, running a hand through his disheveled hair and taking a deep breath. “there was this thing downtown, and i mean, i couldn't exactly tell you-“

“tell me what, mark?” you stepped closer, arms crossed. “another shitty excuse? that all your disappearances were because you- you’re-“ you glanced down at mask in his hand before he swiftly threw it across the floor.

you froze, pointing at him, “woah. no. pick that up.”

“y/n. chill on me.”

“mark lee.”

“okay, hear me out,” he pleaded, “remember that ski trip? with hyuck and renjun? when that huge like— snow, monster.. thing attacked us all. but then he showed up?”

you frowned, remembering the terrifying incident. “uh, yeah, it was scary as fuck. but like, what does that have to do with anything?“

“you said you owed him your life,” mark continued softly, “and you screamed in his ear. super fucking loud.” he subconsciously rubbed his own ear.

you looked off to the side and scoffed, “acting like you were there. you literally pussied out as soon as it showed up.”

“trust me i was. i know that after he pulled you out of the way, you immediately started crying. you were wearing that blue ski jacket with the fuzzy hood, and you had snow in your hair, and-“

your eyes slowly widened as you connected the dots in your head. “shut up..” you whispered. “you’re him?”

mark flushed slightly, holding his arms out, “i meannn…”

“mark lee saved my life..?”

“yo, that’s crazy.” he brought his fingers up to his lips as if he was in deep thought, “like when you put it like that, that sounds cra-“

you cut him off by leaning in and softly pressing your lips to his, wrapping your arms around his neck. his hands found home on your lower back as he sighed into the kiss. a noise that brought you back to reality.

you pulled away, “wait, shit! oh my god, i’m sorry. i didn’t even ask-“

“no, it’s okay! i- uhm, i kind of wanted you to do that.. i don’t know.” he looks downwards.

“oh, purr.”

“wait— did you just kiss me ‘cus i’m a superhero? ‘cause that’s literally fine, but like-“

“god, mark, no. i’ve kind of liked you for a while. i guess the fact that you literally helped me escape death really solidified it for me. i don’t know..” you shrugged.

he looked at you with warm expression before realisation hit him and his eyes widened, “yo, i’m literally naked…”

you laugh at him, “oh yeah, i lowkey forgot.” you turn around allowing him to start dressing. “y’know, this actually explains a lot.”

he scoffed, “pfft. what do you mean?”

“your excuses were ass. it was only a matter of time till i found out.”

“what? no.. i was so stealthy.”

you laughed at him, “sure, mark. i-

you were interrupted by loud banging on the door. both you and mark flinched.

“Y/N Y/L/N! I KNOW YOU’RE NOT POOPING AT MY BIRTHDAY PARTY.”

you slowly opened the door, “hi, haechannie…”

“ew, no i can smell it. i can’t believe you’d do this to me—” he frowned and you rolled your eyes.

“no one’s pooping, hyuck. don’t be dramatic.”

“huh. well- oh hello. why are you in the bathroom with mark? and you did it at my birthday dinner…”

“girl stop. mark just got here actually.” she turned to look at him, unsure of how to explain. all he could do is hold up a hand to wave awkwardly, “hey man.”

“mm yeah. nice of you to swing by, mark.” hyuck raised a brow at him. how’d you sneak past the door? you’re so sneaky, like, uhh… like a bug.” he raised his brow once again. “huh, mark?”

mark just looked from side to side, “what are you saying to me right now?”

a/n; takes a long nap…….. this came to me in a hallucination

[stargirllo]

First oc eurhgeurgheurgh

Warnings? Mentions of violence, prostitution, drugs, uhh yandere behaviors?

I notice that this seems like pineconepie's story and I never intended for that to happen!

implied fem reader but you may ignore it as it is only mentioned once

You were a prostitute, street walker, whore, lady of the night, tramp, the names were endless and you weren't proud of your job..nobody who took part was except the perverted men and women that used your services.

You'd often stay in hotel lobbies during the night if they didn't immediately kick you out. One night, after working for a while you crashed at the Everett hotel, owned by Cedar Everett who apparently was a mafia boss. You couldn't care less, A lobby couch was a lobby couch despite the weird stares from the desk security.

After that night whenever you walked by the desk security always watched you through the window..embarrassing they probably thought you were a weirdo.. Who sleeps in a couch in a lobby? You ignored it most of the time though, too busy to care and too embarrassed to go back to attempt to sleep or try and explain.

a black SUV was parked outside once..very nice car in your humble opinion. The windows so tinted you could barley see through them, though you watched from an alleyway as Cedar Everett climbed out..holy shit! You quickly backed into an alley, not for any reason having to acquaint yourself with the scary man who ran the whole city.

You felt a pair of eyes on you as you walked deeper into the alley, hugging your leather jacket tight and trudging towards another hotel that didn't seem to care if you stayed in the lobby most nights. You looked back and noticed nobody there and shook of the feeling, maybe it was the air.

It'd been two weeks since you'd first seen cedar when things started showing up at hotel room doors if your clients ever got rooms. You were a little confused but the things were nice food, drinks, hair products, not just skimpy pieces of fabric but actual clothing.

Happened every time no matter what hotel you were staying at. You kept them all in a backpack you'd gotten, keeping it close at night to avoid others from stealing your things. Something you'd learned quickly during your first nights.

You'd decided to muscle up and go back to the Everett hotel, it has the nicest couches. You'd slowly walked in as a security guard came up..and oh god were they gonna kick you out? Much to your surprise he handed you a room key "i..have you mistaken me for someone else..?" You asked and he shook his head before stepping back.

Did he feel bad last time..well god that was embarrassing. You slowly walked over to the elevator and punched in the floor number, shifting from foot to foot as you waited and admiring the details of the elevator. Fancy people designed this..not for some street walker like you though.

You stepped out and searched for your room, unlocking it and admiring the sight. This room was huge! You set your bag down carefully and locked the hotel door, running over and collapsing in the cushy bed with a laugh.

Maybe this was the best night of your life in a while. You took some of the food out of your bag after showering and slowly ate some of it, still admiring the room. After a while you felt drowsy, laying down on the bed and falling asleep quickly.

You jolted awake as you heard the door open. You stared in shock at the man who was standing there..Cedar! You slowly crawled back in the bed and stared at the black haired man in a nice blouse and dress pants, diamond stud earrings in his ears and a soft smirk on his face.

"please don't hurt me" you muttered, though loud enough for him to hear apparently as his face turned into a frown. "Oh baby..why would I hurt a little kid?" He asked as he walked closer and you frowned.. Little kid? Excuse him you were a very grown adult.

"Im an adult..I'm literally a prostitute.." You muttered and he frowned even more "A little kid swept into s grown up job..poor thing" he muttered as he walked over and picked you up, not being phased by your flailing.

"it's okay sugar, dads here now" he muttered as he walked out, taking you to the elevator and to the garage for guests, shushing you in the hallways with a "others are sleeping honey, lets be nice" nice your ass this man just kid..abducted you!

He walked over to the same black SUV from weeks ago and climbed in. Well what the hall, your life wasn't gonna get any better but this was definitely making it worse!

[nicetrybuster]

If you need writing ideas, i could get you one! Lets do Luffy, who purposely would get hurt cuz reader has these really cute bandaids and only wants those cuz he rly likes reader? And fluffy scolding ensues hahs

@austrianmusiclover13

Rip-off

You never really kept bandaids, you never really needed them anyway, but these ones fit your room theme perfectly! So you bought them. They had cute princesses or bears or just a nice color. You never planned on using them in the first place anyway...

It was so cute. It was so cute sitting there. Luffy thought, if you buy anything pretty, that equals something precious. And that was his mindset. It's not even like he could ask anyway! He's too used to getting what he wants, but come on, who would just look over Luffy automatically just "Needing" pretty pink bandages. He HAD to think of something...

You were leaning on the rails, breathing in the salty ocean air, the breeze never too thick the sun already setting. This was a nice day, you thought. No Marines, random storm attacks, annoying screaming. It's a nice, calm and quiet-

"OIII Y/N" That explains the lack of screaming! You sighed and turned around.

He was crying (?) holding his finger up in the air that APPARENTLY had a cut on it, and jumping around and adding to unnecessary effects. There were other cuts on his hands indicating that he tried and failed then tried and failed..

"is this one of your pranks?"

"but loooook see? My finger cut! Oh what should I doooo"

"go to chopper?"

"..."

Luffy CLEARLY didn't think this through, just what kind of idiot does he take you for? You rubbed your temple.

"what do you want Luffy?"

You obviously just wanted this to clear out

"I need a bandaid!! SEE?"

He sounded like it was supposed to be obvious, like YOU were the stupid one, this guy's fake tears already gone out too!

"fine! Fine, you don't need to scream"

"really?" His face lit up and his finger was long forgotten

Her stared at his cool finger. He glowed every time he looked at it, he was on your bed. he was there for a WHILE, you just didn't know how to tell him to leave! I mean, why would he want these specific bandaids anyway?

He didn't take it off for a week until nami forced his musty ass to take a shower. He looked Sooo sad too like he'd never get it back.

Same finger, same situation. Same place.

You still gave him his bandaid because, why not? You looked at him after the fifth time and decided to ask...

"duh! When someone gets a cut, they need a bandaid!"

"no, Luffy, when you get a cut, you go to chopper."

"WHAT? But I need your bandages"

"why do you need my bandages then hmm?"

"well! Uhh"

Luffy himself wasn't sure why. He just... never considered that!

"okay, let me rephrase the sentence. Why does Luffy need my bandages?"

"because when Luffy saw them, he said that he didn't need any bandaid because they were cooler!!- but he thinks you're cuter!'

He said completely oblivious that he just exposed himself. Every time someone asks him to speak in third person, he just exposes himself. It's a dirty trick, but sometimes you just need to use it once right?

But never mind that just look how red you were!

Your crimson ass just couldn't believe what you just heard

"you took my bandages because I'm cute?"

"WAA HOW DID YOU KNOW?? AND WHY DO YOU LOOK SICK?"

"you took my bandages.. because I'm cute.." you said more to yourself rather than to him, your delusional self probably was twisting his words too

Luffy also kinda froze when he finally realized that he 'outed' himself, and he just.. sat there

"Luffy..."

He 100% thought he was in trouble.

"Luffy... YOUR SOO CUTE"

Oh so you WERE twisting his words around. You had a weakness when it came to people doing cute gestures to you. And Luffy? Oh he did NOT expect that. He was in a pile of hugs and kisses, all from you! He was all sleepy from the affection but whatever!

Luffy's honestly a character that I can imagine doing this, thank you so much!! This request was so cute and I'll try to go through my requests as much as I can!

[4thelovabob]

Bob is touch starved part 3

Somewhere in those 14 months - maybe over a quiet night after family dinner in the Tower, when it's dark but they're all too keyed up to go to bed - Bob is by the window gazing out at stars in the night sky when an inkling of memory comes over him.

Shadows over Manhattan. A heaviness in his chest. An explosion of pain and rage. And then...a sudden lightness. Warmth. A flood of...peace.

Fragments of feeling he's not sure what to make of. He stares and stares outside, trying to make sense of it all, fidgeting with his hands. There's a memory in them, too. Of clinging to someone.

Yelena. Yelena...holding him. Her arms finding him, her voice soft in his ear. You're not alone. I'm here. She didn't let go, even as he punched into the darkness, as he broke, as tears streamed down his face. She never let him go.

In the aftermath, the comedown, the emotional hangover - she was still there, still enfolding him in her embrace. He remembered trembling for her, as his deep well of sorrow began to recede. Because she lay beside him, hand on his chest, the contours of her body pressed perfectly to his. She wasn't leaving. She wasn't going to leave him.

The full body contact overwhelmed him with a comfort he'd never thought he'd receive. And for the first time, he allowed himself to. Allowed himself to return her touch. He had taken her arm in his hand. Grasped her close to him.

I want you here, Yelena, the touch communicated, as his heavy breath had steadied again. I've wanted you so much.

"Uhh, Earth to Bob," Walker's voice carries across the room, jarring.

Bob swivels around, dazed. "Huh?"

"You want in on this game or not?" Ava asks, waving a deck of Cards Against Humanity with a wicked smile. "We got Bucky on board."

Bucky gives a half-shrug of his metal arm. Meanwhile, Yelena is just watching him quietly. A question in her eyes.

Bob swallows. He hopes, begs with his whole heart, that this memory wasn't just a dream. And he needs to know.

"I - did we -" Bob struggles to form words, as he meets her gaze. He feels his face get hot. "Did you, uh, hug me?"

Alexei breaks into a wide grin. He slaps his leg. "Yes! He remembers group hug!"

"We all did, Bob," says Bucky gently.

"Yeah, but Yelena was the first one to reach you," Ava adds. "She flipped across a room full of flying obstacles."

"It was pretty fucking cool, actually," admits Walker, to everyone's surprise.

They're all watching him. Yelena studies Bob as though trying to tell him something with her look. A tiny, hopeful indent between her brows. The barest hint of a smile forming on her lips.

Bob can't help it. He beams back at her, big and goofy, his heartbeat in his ears. With a fluttering sigh and a scratch of his head, he says, "I guess I have some catching up to do. But, um, for now, cards."

They don't push the subject further. It was important, they had all agreed, to let Bob go at his own pace. But the mood is lighter that night.

He sits beside Yelena while Ava deals them in. After a few seconds, under the table, Yelena's hand slowly comes to rest on his knee and he all but leaves his body. It feels so natural, so loving, so good.

Without hesitation he covers her hand with his, lacing his fingers with hers. This time there's no exchange of shameful memories. Only their shared heartbeats now. Only the promise of more touches to come.

They don't let go the whole game. If the others notice - and they definitely do - they say nothing. They had earned it.

(part 1) (part 2)

(part 4) (part 5) (part 6) (part 7) (part 8)

[satorusluver]

Duke!Nanami x maid!reader

Minors DNI

This takes place in the same AU as my Prince Gojo drabble (except the reader isn't with both of them, idk think of it like otome routes lol)

Word count: 700 ish

Tags/warnings: oral (f receiving), male masturbation, uhh idk I can't think of any others I'm tired lol

The difference between Duke Kento Nanami and Crown Prince Satoru falling in love with a servant girl is that Kento wouldn't dare risk getting you pregnant. He is practical, mature, and most of all, selfless. He knows it would ruin your reputation and leave you a single mother because he could never be with you officially, and he could never risk doing that to his precious girl.

So instead he settles for sneaking you into his room (something that's easier for him than it would be for the prince because he isn't nearly as important as the future king) late at night for...less risky activities. Kento's bed is softer and more extravagant than anything your commoner body has ever experienced, with downy feather pillows and sheets of satin embroidered with gold trim, and he often lays you down on it and spreads your plush thighs to feast on your cunt like it's the finest dessert, until your legs are shaking and your cum stains those expensive sheets. Kento is a giver, not a taker. Of course, he enjoys letting you please him with your hands or mouth. But ultimately, your pleasure is his pleasure, and he's quite content with making you fall apart on his tongue.

Occasionally, though, he'll allow himself to indulge a little, rubbing his swollen cockhead through your slick folds, grinding the underside of it and against your overstimulated clit. But even he sometimes struggles with his self-control. One time he shifts a little too far back and the tip of his cock ends up right up against your entrance, just barely pressing into it. Kento clenches his jaw and digs his fingers into the sheets, imagining how good it would feel to be completely enveloped in you, to feel your tight walls hugging and squeezing his cock, to finally be one with you like he's always dreamed of.

Kento's eyes flick to your face, to your blissed out expression, your ruddy cheeks, your parted lips, your glossed over eyes and the sheer desire radiating off of you. And he knows he could do it, he could just slide his achingly hard length into your warm, welcoming cunt and you wouldn't stop him. And he takes a deep breath, and then he just....pulls away and rolls over next to you on the bed.

You ask if he's okay, and he says yes, he's fine. You ask him if he wants you to do something to help relieve the ache in his throbbing cock, and he says no, he's fine, and that he thinks it's best if you go ahead and return to the servants quarters now. You look up at him, your head tilting in confusion and your eyes filling with worry. So he presses a kiss to your temple and reassures you that everything really is alright, that he's just getting a headache - and besides, the longer you stay, the more likely someone will notice you missing from your bed.

You still seem a bit hesitant, but you redress yourself and leave his chambers with one last glance back at Kento, who gives you a warm, reassuring smile. And the moment you're gone, Kento throws his head back against the pillow with a pained groan, his hand slipping under the sheets to grip his cock tight - as tight as he imagines your sweet pussy must be. He strokes himself from base to tip, eyes closed and pretending it was you moving up and down on him, remembering the heavenly sounds you made as you came on his tongue and wondering if you'd make those same sounds when you came on his dick.

The sight of your naked body is still fresh in his mind, helping him hurdle toward his climax with each increasingly desperate pump of his hand. And when he cums, he cums hard, moaning out your name and fucking up into his first as the pearly ropes of his thick release spill over onto his hand and abs. And when the exhaustion sets in as his high begins to fade, Kento breathes a sigh of relief that it's only him who has to deal with the aftermath of his pleasure.