#hii hi hello waving at you

[bee-sidebranch]

HAPPY 👏 BIRTHDAY 👏

Aww thank you 🥺 i wonder what's inside

[arc-archernar]

hi

hello dearest mewtual 74n5n. meowful day

[catgirlboytits]

I would kill for some dick (or strap) from a boy in a skirt

[adrienneleclerc]

hii i love your fics so much! i was wondering if you could do a latina!reader x charles fic were reader is asking charles juicy questions fans sent in or him guessing female products? i hope this make sense ❤️

I think I get it. I’m going to make Y/N like Kika, she has a heavy social media presence but is also a model.

Grill the Boyfriend

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Latina!Reader

Summary: Charles fans have questions and Y/N will give them the answers

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors, a few +18 questions

A/N: sorry it took me so long, this was written on my phone

Y/N was setting up the camera and ring light in the living room so her new video would turn out well.

“Muñeco, are you ready?” Y/N asked,

“I’m coming!” Charles called out from his room before coming into the living room with a black shirt and gray sweatpants. “Do we have to film this today?”

“We don’t have to, but I want to get it out of the way.” Y/N said. Both sat down on the couch and Y/N clicked a button so it could record. “Hola, mis amores, if you’re new here, my name is Y/N and welcome to a new video. Today we are here with my boyfriend, the beautiful monegasque man who’s face card never declines, Scuderia Ferrari F1 driver Charles Leclerc.”

“Hello, everyone.” Charles waves hi to the camera.

“So all of you have sent me your questions on Instagram, and today we are going to be asking them, how are you feeling, muñeco?” Y/N asked.

“A little nervous.” Charles said

“We will start with an easy question, who is your celebrity crush?” Y/N asked.

“You are.” Charles said.

“Aw, that’s sweet. Mine is (your celebrity crush) actually.” Y/N said and Charles was offended.

“That’s how you want to play it? I change my answer, my celebrity crush is Camila Morrone.” Charles said.

“Oh my gosh, Charles, she’s my friend, you are never beating the homie hopper allegations now.” Y/N said and shook his head.

“Next question, please, before you give me a migraine.” Charles said.

“Very well, what is your favorite Måneskin song?” Y/N asked.

“Mm, i like zitti e buoni, mamma mia is very good too. Zitti e buoni is my favorite.” Charles said.

“Of course it is, there are so many edits of you to that song. I like supermodel and baby said, which is also used in your edits.” Y/N said.

“You watch edits of me, Mon coeur?” Charles asked.

“Next question!” Y/N exclaimed and Charles laughed at her abruptness. “Besides wiener dogs, what is your favorite breed?”

“I like all dogs honestly, I don’t have a favorite breed, but I always wanted a golden retriever.” Charles said

“That’s because you are a golden retriever boyfriend. I always wanted a Saint Bernard.” Y/N said.

“That’s because you loved Beethoven as a kid.” Charles said.

“I still love Beethoven, such a cute movie. Anyway, next question, if we broke up, would you try to date one of my friends?” Y/N asked and Charles covered his face.

“No I wouldn’t, all of your friends are in the states.” Charles said.

“So if one of them came here, would you go out with her if we broke up?” Y/N asked.

“Of course not! I would be trying to win you back.” Charles said.

“Okay then, do you think the car has gotten worse since Monaco?” Y/N asked. Charles paused for a moment

“Legally I can’t confirm or deny that statement. I think there are strategies that the team are implementing that only work in theory but not in practice and that’s causing poor results in races.” Charles said

“What a diplomatic answer, Mr. Leclerc. Based on your recent grill the grid video, have you ever thought about standing me up when we were first talking?” Y/N asked.

“No I did not think about standing you up at all.” Charles said.

“Más te vale, eh. Okay, this question is in Spanish, has pensado en tener una fiesta de despedida para Carlitos? Have you thought about throwing a goodbye party for Carlos since it’s his last Ferrari season?” Y/N translated the question to English.

“Yes, at the Ferrari garage, we’ve already started planning.” Charles answered

“Si, en el garaje de Ferrari, ya están planeando todo para Carlitos.” Y/N translated in Spanish. “Next question, do you like my cooking?”

“There’s no way they asked that.” Charles stated but Y/N showed him the Instagram inbox with the questions. “Does Charles like your cooking” Charles read. “I do like her cooking, she tries to make her cultural dishes fit into my diet and I appreciate that.”

“Thank you, muñeco.” Y/N kissed him. “What is your favorite sex position?”

“Why?” Charles asked facing Y/N. “Why do you need to know?” Charles asked facing the camera.

“They’ve asked this multiple times, the world wants to know.” Y/N said.

“Fine, I like Cowgirl, I like it when she rides me, I also like reverse cowgirl and doggy because I like seeing Y/N’s tattoo of my driver number.” Charles explained in detail and Y/N covered her face.

“Like Haley from One Tree Hill, anyway, what is one of your kinks?” Y/N asked.

“I like choking, hair pulling, being called sir.” Charles said.

“There will be no demonstrations. Craziest place you had sex?” Y/N asked.

“On the yacht.” Charles answered easily.

“I find it concerning how comfortable you are answering these types of questions.” Y/N commented. “Moving on, have you ever thought about marriage?”

“I have thought about getting married someday, having a family, 3 children like my mom did, a nice family dog.” Charles said.

“I’ve also thought about it, I think most women have Pinterest boards of wedding dresses, rings, centerpieces, shit like that.” Y/N commented. “Have you thought about moving away from Monaco?”

“I like Monaco, my family is here, I don’t think I can love somewhere else.” Charles said.

“Have you ever read fanfics about yourself?” Y/N asked.

“Im sorry, what?” Charles asked.

“Fan fiction, have you ever read fan fiction about yourself?” Y/N asked again.

“No I haven’t, but I admire the creativity all of you have.” Charles said.

“I have read fanfics about you.” Y/N admitted to Charles. “They are really well written on tumblr, you know.”

“Why read about me when you have the real thing, Mon coeur?” Charles asked

“Because I have trouble sleeping and I need something to read.” Y/N said. A few questions later, we are in the last question. “Are you excited for Lewis to join Ferrari?”

“Of course I am! We have talked a lot off the track, we are very good friends, I can’t wait for him to join Ferrari.” Charles said.

“And that’s it for this video, hope y’all liked it, make sure to like, comment, and subscribe. For more content, follow me on TikTok and Instagram, besitos.” Y/N said and stopped the recording. “Perfect! I just need to edit it and I can post it later. Thank you for being a good sport, muñeco.” Y/N said, kissing Charles.

“Of course, Mon coeur, anything for you. Now what were you saying about someone else being your celebrity crush?” Charles asked.

“Well they are my celebrity crush, you were my celebrity crush but now I’m dating you.” Y/N said. “You really think about marriage and having a family?”

“Whenever I picture myself having a family, you are right there.” Charles said, they shared a loving kiss. “You want to head out in the yacht today?”

“I would love to.” Y/N said.

The End

hope y’all liked it!

[2knightt]

HII!! could you write the gang with a reader that has an rbf and seems really intimidating/unapproachable but is a sweetheart? they arent very talkative and seem very cold but their love language is acts of service/gift giving & sorta quality time?? <33

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ pretty as a vine, sweet as a grape. ⋄ 𓍯

…REQUESTED: you never judge a book by it’s cover. especially when it comes to y/n!

tags/warnings: people being judgy asf/spreading rumours, gang defending reader with their soul, reader is a softie i fear, reader is kinda shy, probably stupid:3c, steve threatening a manLMFAO

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ READER IS SO ME CODED HELLO also if two-bits part sounds stupid it ‘s because i’m high rn and even if can admit it’s a little iffy

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dallas winston

thought of you as someone to be threatened by at first ngl

he heard of this scary, mean mugged, tuff looking girl and went ‘mh. an enemy🐺😒’

he went up to you one day, acting all tuff and shit just for you to look him up and down and nervously wave

look, he may not be the smartest cookie but he can see someone shy a mile away. and when he seen you wave, he felt like such an ass LMFAO

did he show it? no. obviously.

this is dallas. he’s an asshole.

“little miss tough girl, huh?”

“…pardon?”

that teasing from him DID continue until you walked away because dallas is the type to never back down, even when he’s wrong

expect for the next time you met him!!!!

he was actually asking you your name, where you’re from, etc, etc!!!

turning a new leaf dare i say…

and everything after that was history! cutest scary looking couple ever!

HE THINKS IT’S SOOO FUNNY THAT PEOPLE ARE SCARED OF YOU LMFAOOO

he plays into it sm if someone brings it up bro

“y/n? like..scary y/n?”

“yeah, like scary y/n. and i’ll get ‘er on ya if you keep talkin’ ‘bout her.”

“oh!😰”

he thinks it’s so silly to see you look really pissed off when he isn’t around just to greet you and see your whole demeanour change!!

dallas thinks it’s so cute😭 it’s like one of his favourite things about you!

“😠😒”

“hey, baby.”

“oh! hi, dal!<3”

LMFAO IMAGINE SOMEONE SEEING YOU, A MEAN LOOKING GIRL, SHOPPING FOR MENS LEATHER JACKETS

yuppp spoil that dickhead!😫 he lovelovelovesss getting gifts, ESPECIALLY from u!!!

if you’re clingy, i feel like he wouldn’t mind it. he teases THE FUCK out of u tho!😊

“big tough girl wants to hold hands, eh?”

“…yea😞.”

“awh, look at ya. come ‘ere.”

johnny cade

you might think he’d be scared and intimidated, right? but NO! he’s literally bff’s with ponyboy, he knows damn well what rbf is!

you two are sooo cute together

little kicked, scared puppy with his feral doberman!!!

tells people to stfu whenever they try and spread rumours that you’re scary, mean, and rude.

“you’re dating y/n? don’t you know she-“

“i don’t care, shut up. ‘s not like you know her😒.”

sometimes refuses your gifts.

johnny’s not used to them :( but all u gotta do is say please and flutter your lashes and u got em!!!!

“i can’t take it.”

“please?😞”

“…okay😣.”

and he DOES NOT regret it! he might fight you at first, but he cherishes those gifts with his life<3!

loveloveloveLOVESSS having u around constantly!! since your love language is quality time, you two are always hanging out together.

and, with your scary looks, you often keep the socs away from him!

hip-hip, hooray‼️‼️

the gang was like…worried for johnny at first.

THEY DIDN’T KNOW U WERE COOL THO😭😭💔💔💔

they were all like, “??seriously, johnny?? you pick the meanest girl?? ever???” and johnny was QUICK to defend. “y’all ain’t even meet her, and you’re already sayin’ she’s bad for me?”

when they did though, they were like ‘ohhhh….she really isn’t rude…..oh….’

HE’S SO PROUD TO DATE U THO LMFAOOO

and to know the real you?? treats it like an HONOUR

ponyboy curtis

was intimidated by you.

forgot he was also like you and accidentally glares at people who walk past him LMFAOOOO

You two are like two peas in a pod istg!!

“you look mean from far away,”

“???so do you, pony??”

“…no??”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, ‘NO’?”

mean looking couple who are truly just a bunch of nerds deep down to their soul<3

the gang was a little protective of ponyboy until they realized ur just like him LMFAO

They get having an rbf<3

pony loves spending time with you!

gift him a book and he’ll love you forever!!! (maybe even read it to you when you two are finally alone to help you fall asleep🤍)

he’s such a cutie…..

stays close to you in public because he thinks you’re scarier looking than anyone he’s ever met😊😊.

“cm’ere,”

“why?🤨”

“BECAUSE🙄!”

SCARY DOG Y/N IS REAL.

glares at anyone who goes around telling people that you’re mean and rude.

if looks could kill, they’d be dead already!!!

ponyboy does not fuck around with u i fear.

Sodapop Curtis

LMFAOOO GREEK GOD OF A MAN WITH HIS PISSED OFF GF WHO IS NERVOUSLY HOLDING HIS HAND !!!

he was NOT afraid of you!! in fact, he thought the rumours of you being an asshole were all fake

“you talkin’ about y/n?”

“yes, bro! they’re so rude-“

“how do you know?”

“well, i don’t-“

“so, shut up?😒”

cuz like??? did they not bother to understand you???

soda literally made it his mission to prove that you weren’t a dick!!😭😭

and GODDAMN HE WAS SO RIGHT

you’re such a sweetheart to soda! he lovesss telling people about how cute you are around him since it’s his own way to squash the rumours.

“my y/n is so sweet, you wouldn’t get it.”

“isn’t she the same girl who beat the soc to a pulp?”

“she can barely kill a fly.”

you don’t need to do much to scare off the girls that flirt with him at the DX, just a nice little glare every now and then and they’re already gone!

(soda doesn’t have to know that you play into the rumours sometimes. it’s our little secret.)

steve randle

HATES EVERYONE WHO TALKS ABOUT YOU

he’s petty AS FUCK LMFAOOO

they can’t handle the randle😜💯

“ew, y/n-“

“MAN, GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY FACE WITH THAT WHAT DO YOUUU KNOW ABOUT Y/N🗣️‼️”

that was an over exaggeration but you get the point.

gets very defensive when people try and ‘warn’ him about you lmfao

gift him a tool box and he’ll use it until it’s literally falling apart at the bolts<3

no seriously. it could be holding on by one screw and he’ll still use it. he doesn’t gaf. steve will use anything u give him.

he accepts ur rbf cause he thinks it’s SO FUNNY?? like he’ll see you far away with your friends looking all angry before one of them says a really funny joke and just watches your expression change so quickly

one of his fav things ever<3!

two-bit mathews

he makes so much jokes about it LMFAOOO

“jesus, y/n! you sure yer glare ain’t the thing that killed the dinosaurs?”

—

“swear i see the devil in yours eyes sometimes. it looks soooo good on you, though🤭🤭”

HE THINKS ITS SO ATTRACTIVE

and he lovesss your sweetheart side sm it’s like he gets best of both worlds

RAHH GIFT TWO-BIT MICKEY PLUSHIE OR ELSE

He’d totally have it on his bed 24/7. his sister has tried to steal it before to scare him btw.

skmetimes just to spend time together with him—you just go walking around town with him while he has an arm around your shoulder the whole time<3

[freshl6ve]

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓. 𝐒 | 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

SFW!! | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑─𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊

₊⊹⁀➴ : Matt was doing a solo live stream when Y/N unexpectedly joins him, surprising both Matt and the audience. Their playful banter instantly takes over, with Y/N teasing Matt while they interact with fans. The stream turns into a fun, spontaneous moment filled with laughter and lively energy that fans absolutely love.

𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐋𝟔𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋

˚⊱🪄⊰˚ : 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡��𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩. I decided to head upstairs to Matt’s room to see what he was up to. I lightly opened the door, expecting to find him either playing video games or watching videos on his phone.

With a smile, I approached Matt and greeted him, “Hello Matthew” I chuckled. Matt looked at me in mild surprise, “I didn't know you were here.” I moved behind him, the chair serving as a barrier to our usual body contact. I wrapped my arms around him, meeting in front of his chest.

I rested my chin on Matt's shoulder, explaining, “I was downstairs with Chris.” My gaze lifted to the screen, my surprise growing as I realized he was live. With a playful wave, I said, “Hi chat!”

Matt chuckled at my surprised expression, “Oh yeah, I'm live right now.” The chat exploded with reactions, some surprised emojis and comments like:

“Y/N IS HERE?”

“HII Y/N!”

“IS THAT Y/N!?”

“Surprise stream?”

Some fans were clearly excited to see both of us together.

Leaning into Matt's chair, I saw the comment in the chat, “Surprise stream?” With a lighthearted smirk, I answered, “This is no surprise, I honestly had no idea Matt was live right now.” I shot a playful glance at Matt, who chuckled, clearly amused by the chat's reactions and my surprise appearance.

Matt, still smiling, said, “You just love making an entrance, huh?” The chat was going wild with comments like “I LOVE YOU Y/N” and “Matt and Y/N together again, the ultimate duo!”

Matt stood up, looking at the chat before heading over to grab a chair for me. I took his vacated seat, enjoying the new perspective as I scanned the chat, reading comments like:

“Y/N takeover!”

“Love seeing Y/N on stream,”

Sitting in Matt's chair, I greeted the chat, “How's everyone doing on this fine late night?” The chat responded with a variety of answers, some saying they couldn't sleep, others just enjoying the late-night vibes, and some simply expressing their surprise and happiness at my unexpected appearance on the stream.

I glanced back at the chat and teased, “How long has it been, chat? It couldn't have been that long since you guys have seen me, right?” The chat responded with various guesses, some saying they missed me, others saying it had been too long, and a few making jokes about my absence.

Seeing the chat mention the last time they had seen me was two months ago in the triplets last live in June. My eyes widened, “Holy shit, two months? Has it been that long already?”

Matt re-entered the room with a plastic chair, the headrest bearing a playful handwritten message. As he placed it beside me, I turned to him and asked, “Has it really been two months since chat has seen me?” Matt nodded, confirming the timeframe with a chuckle.

The chat responded with various comments, like “Y/N has been missed,” “Time flies when you're having fun,” and “Feels like it's been longer honestly.” Some fans expressed their excitement about the duo's reunion, others joked about time passing too quickly, while a few commented on how it felt like they had barely seen me in forever.

Matt laughed and settled into the plastic chair next to me. He quipped, “Y/N has secretly been here, she just never shows up on social media because she hates you guys.” The chat erupted with reactions – a mix of disbelief, amusement, and playful mock offense.

Turning to Matt, I quickly hit his shoulder, playfully protesting, “No, I don’t! I just don’t have content to share as I normally do.” The chat watched the exchange with amusement, some fans commenting on our banter, others jokingly expressing their gratitude for my online absence being over.

Matt feigned sadness, rubbing his shoulder dramatically. “Guys, Y/N hit me,” he exclaimed with exaggerated sorrow. I turned to him, warning, “Don’t start, Bernard, you know they’ll come after me and rip me into pieces.” I gestured at the camera, knowing full well the fans were already gearing up to make sad edits.

The chat reacted with a mix of laughter and concern. Some fans teased us, while others jokingly pledged their support for me against the incoming edits. “Poor Matty,” they said, “Here comes the sad edits!”

I looked at the chat and chuckled with Matt. Scanning the comments, I read aloud, “Where are Chris and Nick?” Then I responded, “Well, Chris had BARELY fallen asleep, and Nick is on tour with Madison at the moment.” The chat reacted, some fans expressing disappointment, others understanding the reasons.

A few comments popped up saying they missed the full group, but others quickly pointed out the current tour situation. One comment joked, “Poor gang is incomplete tonight.” Another suggested a late-night live with all four someday soon.

Seeing the comments about the incomplete group, I reassured everyone, “Don’t worry, guys. There will be a stream with the four of us soon. I promise.” The chat responded with a mixture of excitement and anticipation for a future live event with the full group.

I glanced at the headset on Matt’s desk, the battery life visible. I curiously asked, “Matt, are these charged?”Matt checked the status, confirming, “Yeah, they’re good for a few hours at least.”

Putting on the headset, I looked around the monitors, searching for the Spotify app. “Where’s Spotify?” I asked, scanning the screens. Matt chuckled and stood up slightly, pointing at his left monitor. “There,” he said, indicating the app’s location with a grin.

I searched through Spotify for a song and started bobbing my head to the beat, glancing at the chat. “What do you guys think?” I asked, inviting their reaction. The chat started flowing with comments about the song, some expressing their approval, a few criticizing it, and others simply asking for the track name.

Matt saw me enjoying the song, and leaned over to listen. I lifted one headphone up, allowing him to hear. It was Juna by Clairo. Matt recognized the album the song was part of and smiled, appreciating the music.

The chat noticed the exchange, and a few comments popped up recognizing the song and the album’s distinct sound. “Clairo, nice choice,” a fan typed. Another said, “Love that album!”

I turned to the chat, my eyes scanning through the comments. “How was your day Chat?” I asked, inviting them to share their experiences. The replies poured in— some had been busy with work or school, while others had been relaxing and enjoying their day off. A few fans mentioned having a stressful day and were thankful for the stream to unwind.

As the chat continued to share about their days, some fans turned their focus onto me. Their comments started asking about my own day, expressing curiosity about what I had been up to.

I explained, “Well I've been filming a vlog of this week as a comeback to YouTube, and I've been getting my stream room situated so I can stream. It's why I haven't been as active lately—you know, with the decorating and building things, plus the filming as an additional item on the schedule.” The chat responded with understanding and curiosity, some fans expressing excitement at the thought of upcoming vlogs and the eventual return to streaming.

While I was talking to the chat, Matt's gaze was fixed on me, his eyes locked onto my side profile. He showed rapt attention, like I was the only person in the room, his gaze never wavering from me.

Finishing my explanation, I turned my head to Matt, our eyes meeting. Smiling, I asked, “How about you, Matt? How was your day?” Matt chuckled lightly, his gaze not leaving mine.

Matt replied softy, a small smile on his lips. “I lazed around the house with Chris and we ordered food. Then, I thought I'd do a chill late-night stream.” His eyes remained fixed on mine, his tone even and soothing.

I nodded, understanding Matt's day. The chat was starting to notice the change in Matt's demeanor around me— how he became softer, more gentle, and spoke softer than his usual interactions with Nick and Chris. Comments started flowing in, some picking up on the contrast and praising it, others expressing surprise.

“Aww, Matt is so sweet to Y/N,” a comment said.

“He's usually so chaotic with Nick and Chris, but he's so soft with her,” another observed.

“They're so cute together,” someone else commented.

The chat continued to react, a mix of awe and appreciation for the softer side of Matt they were witnessing. Some fans were enjoying the contrast, others were just finding it endearing. “Matt is lowkey a sweetheart” a fan observed. “Who knew he could be so gentle?”

As comments about Matt's gentler side continued to roll in, I felt a tinge of shyness. I averted my gaze, my eyes skimming through the chat. Some fans praised the contrast between Matt's usual chaotic nature and this softer side, while others commented on how cute we looked together..

The chat was filled with comments like “Y/N is blushing,” and “Matt and Y/N are so wholesome.” A few fans teased, “Aw, is Y/N getting bashful?”

I laughed and pointed at the camera, trying to regain composure. “Guys, cut it out!” I protested with a feigned sternness. The chat amused at my reaction, continued to tease and poke fun.

Comments like “She's blushing, we got her all shy” and “Can't handle the flattery, Y/N?” filled the chat. Some fans even suggested creating a compilation of my bashful moments.

Laughing, I shook my head, feigning nonchalance. “What are you guys talking about?!” I exclaimed, trying to downplay the situation. The chat continued to tease me, enjoying my attempts at deflecting the attention.

As I denied any reaction, Matt couldn't help but notice my flustered state. He bit his lip, trying to hold back his laughter, the corners of his lip lifted ever so slightly, his teeth showing.

The chat didn't miss this, and the observant fans started commenting. “Matt's holding in his laughter, he knows something,” one fan noted. “Matt's got a smirk going, he's loving this,” another teased.

Matt's silent chuckle was getting harder to suppress. I turned to him and smacked his thigh, slightly pouting. “Don't laugh, it's not funny!” I protested, trying to maintain composure.

I took off the headphones, feigning annoyance. “You guys are mean,” I joked, pointing at the stream and Matt, who was still stifling his chuckle. As I started to walk away, Matt grabbed my wrist, looking up at me. “No, stay,” he insisted, his grip firm but gentle.

Reluctantly, I sat back down in the black chair, still pretending to be miffed. My act fooled no one, the grin on my face betraying my true feelings. The chat chuckled, seeing right through my mock irritation.

As I continued chatting with the stream, Matt suddenly stood up. “I’ll be back” he said, slipping out of the room. There was a brief moment of silence as he left, causing the chat to notice his absence.

He returned a moment later, standing behind me in the chair. I turned my head slightly to look at him and queried, “What happened?” My gaze met his, a look of genuine curiosity in my eyes.

He responded casually, “Just had to use the bathroom” his tone nonchal. His hands resting on the back of the chair.

I was still engrossed in responding to chat comments when suddenly, I noticed Matt dancing along to the next song. Chuckling, I turned around to face him.

The upbeat rhythm filled the room, and Matt moved with a carefree enthusiasm, clearly enjoying himself and the groove. Seeing him dancing so joyfully, I couldn’t help but laugh at the unexpected moment.

Matt pulled me to my feet, but I playfully protested with a smile, “No, Matt, I can't dance!” My words were a mix of jest and shyness, a common response from me.

Matt continued to playfully persuade me, “Come on,” he urged, finally pulling me up from the chair. A little laugh escaped me as I let him lead the impromptu dance session.

The dance was silly, as we moved together, laughter dancing on our lips, and joy flowing through the room. With Matt at the helm, we twirled and swayed, the stream audience delighted by the carefree moment.

As we danced, the world around us faded away, and it seemed like we were the only two in the room. Matt’s eyes remained fixed on me, his gaze unwavering as we moved in the small space, the closeness only emphasizing the moment’s intimacy.

Matt spotted the sudden rush of new subscribers and took a seat in his chair, gratitude shining in his eyes. “Holy shit, someone just gifted 50 subs!” he exclaimed, his hands moving in surprise. He leaned into the camera, a warm smile etched on his face, and spoke with sincerity. “Thank you so much for the support, everyone. We really appreciate it.”

The dance came to a sudden halt, and Matt slipped into his chair, the seat I previously claimed. I pouted jokingly, feigning disappointment, “Hey, that's my spot!” I whined, playfully pushing at Matt's shoulder. He chuckled at my teasing, enjoying the playful banter between us.

Matt let out a light chuckle, “It's mine now,”

As Matt stretched for the keyboard, I took the opportunity to gently wrap my arms around his shoulders, resting my chin on the top of his head. My gaze moved to the screen, curiously peeking at what he was searching for.

The song changed to a softer melody, casting a calm ambiance in the room. With my arms wrapped around Matt, I began to sway gently, pulling him into the peaceful rhythm of the music. He surrendered to the motion, his body mimicking my gentle movement, our bodies swaying in unison as if we were one.

While Matt scrolled through the chat and thanking everyone for the subs, I maintained my hold on him, humming softly to the melodic tune. With his focus on the chat, he seemed oblivious to the cozy connection between us. My chin rested on his shoulder, allowing me to softly hum by his ear.

It was not uncommon for us to be close, but the current moment was different, more intimate. The chat was taken aback by our closeness, how comfortable we were with each other, how Matt remained composed without a hint of blushing, and how he seemed perfectly content in my arms. Some speculated on the potential feelings behind our actions, wondering if this closeness was leading to something more.

As the stream continued, comments flooded in, highlighting Matt's gentle demeanor with me. “Seeing Matt so gentle when he's with Y/N is really heartwarming,” one viewer remarked. The chat was filled with admiration for the tenderness that came out when Matt was with me, a softer side he rarely showed.

Other viewers were delighted by the revelation, and some even playfully teased us about our dynamics, using it as an opportunity for humor. “Y/N and Matt, the cutest duo,” one message read, followed by a string of laughing emojis. Another said, “Matt's got a soft spot for Y/N, it's obvious,” sparking a series of teasing and playful comments.

As Matt scanned the chat, a particular comment caught his attention, his gaze lingering. He pointed to it for me to see, and there it was, a message that stirred the chat's curiosity:

“Matt is definitely in love with Y/N.”

His expression remained composed, but there was a flicker of recognition in his eyes.

Matt leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a hushed whisper in my ear. “How did they know?” he asked, his tone filled with a mixture of surprise and amusement. My heart skipped a beat as I registered his words, realizing what he was implying. It was as if he was dropping a hint, giving me an indirect confirmation of where his feelings stood.

The moment was charged with emotion, the stream temporarily forgotten as we shared this meaningful exchange. I knew that something was shifting between us. Matt's comment wasn't just a joke in response to the chat's observation— it was a confession, a gentle acknowledgment of his feelings for me.

I looked down at Matt, my arms still embracing him, and our eyes met. He looked up at me with a vulnerable expression, his eyes holding a soft wonder, doe-like in their tenderness. I whispered, my voice tinged with both surprise and hope, “Really?”

Matt nodded, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His expression was a mix of vulnerability and assurance, as if he was trusting me with a piece of himself. The moment hung in the air, a silent understanding passing between us, confirming that there was more to our connection than mere friendship.

As I nestled my head on his shoulder, a mix of emotions swirling inside me, Matt's hand found its way to my forearm. The casual touch sent a shiver through me, fueling the quiet electricity between us.

I hid my flushed cheeks in the crook of his neck, knowing that the chat was likely filled with playful remarks about our closeness. The intimacy of the moment felt both exhilarating and terrifying, as I realized the depth of my feelings for Matt.

Matt's attention turned to me, his voice dropping to a whisper in my ear. “It's so hard not to kiss you right now,” he confessed softly, his words heavy with a mix of desire and longing.

The words sent a jolt of electricity through me, my heart racing at the thought of his lips on mine. The tension in the room was palpable, and it seemed as if time had frozen for a moment. His hand on my forearm was the only thing grounding me from floating away in a whirl of emotions.

Lost in Matt's embrace, I whispered, “End the stream,” my voice barely audible but clear enough for Matt to hear. The world around us seemed to narrow down to just the two of us, our connection, and the delicate balance of our emotions.

“It’s getting late chat so I’m going to end stream now, it was nice talking to you guys and thank you all for all the subs today that I missed, we love you!” we both waved bye and he gently ended the stream, the screen fading to black. The chat, though disappointed, was left wondering what was going on and about the unspoken connection between us.

After ending the stream, I slowly withdrew my arms from around Matt's shoulders, the air between us heavy with anticipation. He rose from his chair, wrapping one arm around my waist and his other gently cupping my chin.

Our eyes locked, and he gently leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a tender kiss. It was a moment filled with warmth and intimacy, the culmination of unspoken feelings becoming a tangible reality.

As our lips met, Matt's touch was gentle and tender, his lips soft against mine. The kiss started gently, but Matt slowly deepened it, introducing a passion that matched the depth of our affection.

Our bodies pressed closer together, our hearts beating in sync, as if we were two pieces of a puzzle completing each other. As our kiss intensified, a soft moan escaped me, a sound of pure desire and the longing we had both been holding back.

As our kiss deepened, my arms reached up to wrap around Matt's neck, my fingers instinctively finding their way into his soft hair. I pulled him closer, the physical connection heightening the emotional intimacy we shared.

Our bodies were now fully intertwined, as if we were two souls becoming one. The world around us faded away, leaving only the passion of our embrace and the love that grew between us.

With our kiss growing deeper and more passionate, Matt gently walked us towards the bed, guiding me onto the soft surface. Our lips never broke contact as he hovered over me, his body pressing against mine, the intensity of our emotions palpable between us. It felt as if we were the only two souls in the world, lost in our connection and the promise of what was to come next.

The kiss continued, our lips exploring each other's with a growing urgency. In the midst of it, Matt smiled against my lips, the gesture breaking the momentary immersion. I pulled back, puzzled by the interruption, and playfully asked, “What?” Matt's reply came without hesitation, his voice low and filled with sincerity, “I love you.”

His words hung in the air, their significance settling in my being. I looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation, and found only sincerity and vulnerability. Time seemed to stand still as I processed the weight of those three words.

Our connection, already profound, took on new meaning, filled with love and a depth of understanding that transcended words. I pulled him closer, my own feelings overwhelming me, and whispered, “I love you too.” Our lips met again, the kiss a proclamation of our commitment to each other.

⤹ ⊹ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @st6rify ୨୧ 🐈‍⬛ ₊˚๑ ❤︎︎

[nebulaafterdark]

Hii can you please write something where the reader (could be Rhaenyra daughter) walks in on Aegon and something like this happens

https://www.tumblr.com/barbieaemond/746483713191362560/tom-glynn-carney-as-gaius-julius-caesar-octavianus

Love your work❤️

Thank you! Ok this is just a quick one, but here we go 🩷

A Reward

18+ ONLY MDNI (Targcest, smut, open marriage)

Y/N sets off in search of her husband after finding her apartments empty and the children well tended by their maids. She happens upon her husband in his bedchamber, sprawled across the mattress.

Aegon’s eyes snap up to meet hers, cock twitching as he does, fingers still lost in Chérie’s hair. He grins at his wife, dangerously close to spilling down the other woman’s throat. “Hello, my dearest love.”

Y/N smiles, “hello, husband.” She moves closer to the bed, smoothing a hand over Chérie’s dark waves and leaning forward to whisper, “do not stop.”

Chérie hums in acknowledgment, pulling away from Aegon’s weeping cock for only a moment to greet the princess with a gentle kiss. “Anything for you, Princess.”

Y/N sighs against her mouth. “Thank you, darling girl.”

Aegon lets out a groan as Chérie resumes. “What is it you’re doing down there? Plotting?”

Y/N makes her way up to him, cupping his face in her hands, “you will know soon enough, my love.”

Aegon’s chest rises and falls in quick succession, pulling her down to meet his kiss as he nears his peak, shooting his seed over Chérie’s tongue.

She swallows all he gives her, sucking him dry with cruel pulls of her mouth.

Aegon begins to protest.

“Shh,” Y/N coos, taking his restless hands in hers, pinning them to the pillow on either side of his head.

“I cannot again,” Aegon whimpers, “not so quickly.”

Chérie runs her tongue along the sensitive tip of his cock.

“Fuck!” He squeezes his wife’s fingers, helplessly as Chérie cups his stones, rolling them in her practiced hand.

Y/N presses a kiss to his furrowed brow, tears welling at the corner of his eyes.

“My love,” Aegon jerks in her hold.

Y/N breathes, “I want her to bring you pleasure as I watch.”

“Mayhaps in a moment,” he feels his softened cock begin to rise again.

The princess shakes her head, “now.”

“Seven hells,” he releases a panic laugh.

“I see the appeal of this now,” Y/N runs her nose along the length of his. “You are very pretty when you cry.”

“I wish you could see yourself, teary eyed on my cock. Absolutely sinful, you are. A wonder to behold.” Aegon winces as Chérie fists the base of his cock.

Y/N shifts, holding both his hands in one of hers to run greedy fingers over the expanse of his chest. Her nails graze his nipple, causing Aegon to buck against Chérie’s mouth. “I love you.”

“I love you more. I love you most, I love you always.” He babbles, chasing her lips, each time she dares pull away.

Chérie has been a guest in their bed too many a time to think herself an intruder, but in moments such as these, she is grateful for the reassuring pass of the Princess’s hand over her hair.

“Once you come undone, I will grant you reprieve as I reward our girl for indulging us.” Y/N promises her husband.

Aegon nods, blinking up at her. “You will be with child before this night ends.” A threat and a promise.

“Not much of a punishment for torturing you as I have.” Y/N muses.

“Not a punishment,” Aegon bites out, nearing the edge of bliss. “A reward.”

[simonsrileyhusband]

HII u write such cool stuff,

ive been thinking about maybe like a combo between perv/stalker simon and loser simon? like he knows your entire schedule, has a variety of ur underwear but cant wven say hello like a normal person? and he hates himself for it but reader thinks hes very very cute

nsfw

simon is the biggest loser out there, and thanks to that you think he is cute and not the perv he actually is.

everytime you talk to him he says very few words, he mostly just waves at you, nods and breaths very heavily. surely it's because he was jogging earlier and not because he is taking in your perfume.

simon every single thing about you, and sometimes he slips up, like buying you a plushie for your birthday even when you never told him when it his.

"oh... y-you didn't tell me? oh... no, i asked one of your friends... yeah." he stares into your eyes, his voice and hands shaky, you thank him and give him a little hug.

little hug that ended with him in locked in the bathroom for about 2 hours, his hands around his big cock with your underwear wrapped around it, moaning how you will soon be his and his only.

[writingduhh]

Hii, i was wondering if you were able to write something for hansumfella (tyler) ? I was thinking he talks about him having a girlfriend but no body believes him until he finally brings her into a stream and everyone is amazed because they thought he was joking !! but anything works haven’t rlly seen hansumfella content !! 😅😅

YES!!!!!! Hope this is alright! It’s my first hansumfella fic so I’m super new at this….

Hansumfella || Stream Surprise

You and Tyler had been openly dating for several months, thoroughly enjoying the simplicity and joy your relationship brought into your lives. However, as Tyler's online alter ego, HansumFella, began to skyrocket in popularity, it became clear that managing your private and public lives would need some recalibration. Out of mutual concern for privacy and the unpredictable nature of internet fame, you both agreed it would be best to keep your relationship out of the public eye for the time being.

During one of his lively Roblox streams—a session filled with laughter and playful banter—Tyler unexpectedly let a secret slip, a revelation that even surprised him.

“And yeah, for those wondering why I’ve been a bit off-schedule lately, I’ve been spending some time with my amazing girlfriend,” he mentioned casually, taking a sip of water as the chat erupted into a frenzy.

“You what now, Tyler?!” one viewer exclaimed, their message quickly engulfed by a wave of shocked and curious reactions.

“HE HAS A GF?!”

“NOOOO 😭”

“GIRLFRIEND REVEAL”

“I knew it Ong”

“Proof or it didn’t happen.”

Despite the disbelief, Tyler merely chuckled and steered the conversation back to his gaming strategy, his relaxed demeanor doing little to stop the onslaught of comments.

“Alright chat, calm down I didn’t even say anything! You’re just imagining it! You’re gaslighting yourself. Let’s focus back to absolutely destroying children in best dressed” He jests in his usual dry sense of humor.

In the weeks that followed, each stream dedicated a few minutes to viewers probing for more details about you. Tyler kept his answers vague, strategically revealing just enough to maintain interest without confirming anything definitive.

“What does she look like?”

“Favorite thing about her?”

“I still think he’s lying.”

“Well she looks absolutely gorgeous. Absolute smoke show.” He playfully remarks before continuing.

“Favorite thing about her? Oo that’s a hard one, there’s so much to love. I’ll say sense of humor.”

The curiosity and incessant questioning from his fanbase eventually led Tyler to plan a significant reveal. On a crisp summer evening, his usual streaming time, Tyler adjusted his webcam to capture more than just his usual gaming setup.

“Alright, everyone,” Tyler announced as he started his stream, “tonight is a special night. You've all been incredibly patient—or incredibly nosy,” he joked with a wink at the camera. “I think it's time you meet someone very special to me.”

He reached out and extended a hand off-camera. After a brief moment, another hand appeared, and you stepped into view, your smile bright yet slightly shy as you waved to the camera.

“Hello stream! Is that what I call them?” You ask, a little overwhelmed with the situation

“You can call them whatever you like, babe.” He chuckles, pulling you to sit down beside him.

The chat paused for a split second before erupting.

“OMHH SHES REAL?!”

“She’s so beautiful!!”

“HE WASN’T LYING 💀”

“Literally how did he land her?”

“She’s ours now”

Tyler’s grin widened as he read the comments aloud, his arm comfortably encircling you as you sat comfortably on his lap.

“Everyone, this is Y/N. She’s the reason I’ve been so distracted, so you can blame her for the lack of content.” He jests, earning a playful eye roll from you.

The stream proceeded exceptionally well. You were a natural, laughing and engaging with the chat as if you’d had been a part of the community for years. Tyler felt a mix of pride and relief; not only did his audience adore you, but him as well.

A few weeks after your debut on his stream, Tyler decided it was time to make your relationship Instagram official. He chose a candid photo of you two together, taken during a sunset hike. Both laughing, bathed in the golden hour light, capturing a beautiful moment.

Tyler uploaded the photo with the caption that simply read, “Mine ;)” and tagged you.

The post received thousands of likes and comments in no time. Fans and friends filled the comments section with hearts, congratulatory messages, and more than a few playful jabs at having doubted him in the first place.

Tyler leaned back, watching the notifications pop up one after another, you sitting beside him, head resting on his shoulder.

“Was it worth the wait?” Tyler asked, his voice a soft murmur.

“Definitely worth it,” you replied, squeezing his hand.

[pomefioredove]

Hii!! May I please have a sugar cookie, #10, with sprinkles and whipped cream ?? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

this was painfully enjoyable, how I missed writing this little scamp...

order #10, sugar with whipped cream and sprinkles

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ honest

tropes: hurt/comfort, royalty AU characters: ruggie additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is leona's younger sib for plot reasons word count: 1k

"Just throw it anywhere,"

You might as well have heard a ghost. The sound of your older brother's voice, and the sight of him standing in the foyer, is so startling you almost fall.

Leona never comes home for festivals. He hates these things. He hates you.

"Someone'll pick it up. Hey," his eyes are turned on you now. "Where's Falena?"

You must look like a gazelle caught in headlights. "Uh... um, out. He's doing the opening for the ceremony..."

"Tch. Of course,"

Leona rolls his eyes. He returns his dwindling attention back to the group of school uniformed students you almost dare to call his friends.

"Neji will bring your stuff up to your rooms. Don't break anything and don't get too comfortable- we're only here until the hotel can sort out our reservation,"

And he's gone. Not so much as a hello, or a how are you, it's been months?

Unsurprising. Leona and you have never been close. You're a decent amount younger, and he's... well... Leona.

You feel a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"We're just as surprised as you," Neji says. "The cloudcalling festival was one thing, but this, he came of his own volition for. Perhaps he's changed."

"I doubt it," you answer immediately.

"I suppose we won't know unless you talk to him."

Neji smiles and leaves you to attend to your new guests. You roll your eyes- that's Neji for you. The glue that holds your family together... or keeps you from tearing each other apart, at least.

You linger in the foyer, even after the guests have gone and it's only you and the whispers of the guards. They, of course, speak of Leona. Everyone always speaks of Leona. Never of you.

"Come back here!"

"Oop- 'scuse me!"

You come back to your senses just in time to dodge a flash of fur and beige.

Suddenly, there are two hands on your shoulders and two angry guards in front of you.

"Your highness. Step away from the thief," one says, hand on her weapon.

You look over your shoulder to the huddling "thief" hiding behind you, and he pouts. "I'm innocent!"

"He was snooping around the drawing rooms,"

"I didn't take 'anythin!"

You blink, and then dismiss the guards with a wave of your hand. They begrudgingly comply, and he sighs, loudly.

"I owe 'ya. I swear, the guards here would arrest me for breathing!"

He circles around to stand in front of you, and sticks out a hand. "The name's Ruggie. I'm with Leona,"

You cautiously take his hand and shake it, giving him your name and title. "Are you?"

"Oh, yeah. We're practically best buds. Attached at the hip, shishishi," he giggles. "Surprised he's never mentioned me. But, he's never mentioned you, either. I didn't even know Leona had a younger sib."

Of course. "He doesn't like me all that much. So, you know," you shrug.

Ruggie grins and begins wandering the foyer, opening drawers and going through coat pockets.

"Nah, he just doesn't like talking about his home life that much. He's kind of a private guy,"

He gets on his hands and knees and crawls under an 18,000 thaumark footstool.

You raise an eyebrow. "I suppose so. I'm sure he's at least mentioned Falena, though,"

"Oh, sure. But only when people ask. I guess people just don't ask about you,"

That comment hurts more than it should. How ungrateful your brother is. Always so bitter about being second when you're third, when you have so much less importance than him, when you aren't even remembered enough to ask about. You're a shadow in a shadow.

"I guess they don't,"

That had come out more bitter than you had meant it to, and Ruggie pulls out from under the footstool, a coin and a crinkled thaumark note in hand.

"Hey, listen, it's no big deal. Leona just doesn't like talking about things. Like, in general. He's kinda asocial,"

Ruggie pockets the change and stands.

"I've noticed," you mutter. "He's plenty asocial with me, too."

The boy is quiet. He gives you a one-over, and then sighs.

"Listen. Don't go around saying you heard it from me, but Leona... he's got his own problems. He's not avoiding you on purpose, he just... uh, he gets overwhelmed with this family crap- er, pardon my French. He's had it pretty rough at school this year. Wanting to bite your head off- that's 'nothin personal. He nearly killed me, too,"

You blink, somewhat taken aback with how... um, candid he was being. And that last tidbit of not-so-small smalltalk...

"...He what?"

"Total misunderstanding," Ruggie waves off your concern. "All I'm saying is, you shouldn't take everything at face value. Everyone's working an angle, right? Leona wants to seem scary, but he cares about people... in his own way."

Again, you're taken aback by how candid he is. It's like he doesn't even care that you're royalty, or that he's speaking of another royal so... casually.

"Are you working an angle, then?"

He grins. "Heh. I could be. Or I could the only person whose been honest with you in years. I guess it's up to you to decide whether you wanna call those guards back in here, or keep 'talkin,"

As much as that smug look on his face unsettles you... it feels like the weight in your stomach has passed. If only a little.

You smile back, slightly.

"Hey, freeloader. Stop mooching off my kid sibling, and get your ass up here. We're having a group meeting,"

You both look up the grand staircase to see Leona, hands on his hips. Ruggie grins sheepishly.

"What, I'm not allowed to have a civil conversation?"

"Not while looking at 'em like they're your next meal. Come on, I'm tired of being here already,"

Ruggie turns back to you with that same smug grin, his eyes lowered, and then he hurries up the stairs. Leona whacks him upside the head and drags him away by the collar, whisper-shouting something about you.

Again, you smile. Maybe Leona does care about you- in his own strange, older brother way.

Ruggie was honest with you, after all.

[nikosama13]

Monster Trio forgetting it's your birthday! (Luffy, Zoro, Sanji x Reader)

Description: The monster trio (Luffy, Zoro, Sanji) forget about your birthday!? As one of the brighter crewmates reminds them about it, hopefully they could get you a gift on time or something more..

(A little suggestive..)

Side Notes: Hello my wonderful Loves! This is my absolute fav ideas so far. Plus it’s on my birthday!♪~ ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ (Probably spelling mistakes)

Enjoy the read! <3

Consider following..?

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Luffy:

It was the day of your birthday and Luffy woke up in his room as it was like another casual day on the Thousand Sunny, completely forgetting about it.

As he left his room, the ocean breeze hit him in the face which was a new and refreshing feeling for him. The waves were strong but it wasn’t anything that the Sunny couldn’t handle.

He began walking down the hall planning to go sit on the bow of the ship. But then his stomach grumbled, so he made a “quick” detour to the kitchen to get what other than meat.

When he entered the kitchen, it was decorated with colorful string lights and a gorgeous table cloth.

To his left he saw Nami and Robin decorating. Nami was on a ladder and Robin was passing party banners with her devil fruit. To his right he saw Sanji baking something up which smelled great but it wasn’t meat..

“Hii! Whatcha guys doing??” Luffy said in his excited manor.

Nami and Robin turned to face him while Sanji was already walking over to the fridge to get Luffy his meat he has been so longing for.

“We're decorating for y/n’s birthday.” Nami smiled as she tapped down the colorful fabric.

Luffy’s jaw hung from his mouth and his eyes popped out.

“Don’t tell us you forgot..” Robin shot him a concerned look.

“Ah- Uh- Mh-.. of course not..” he looked towards Sanji trying to change the subject.

“Hey, Sanji! Is my meat ready?” He tried to worry about all that confusing birthday stuff later, however he did know that it held great importance to you and the crew.

“Yeah.” Sanji glared at Luffy and set down his meal.

After about 8 minutes Luffy finished eating and ran off to his room.

Nami and Robin giggled about how Luffy was acting and his forgetfulness, but on the other hand it wasn’t like his behavior was anything new to them.

Luffy jetted into his room and began brainstorming ideas on what you’d even want for your birthday. He thought about giving you some food or maybe a pet..? He was really stuck but also really wanted to give you something.

Then it hit him.. He ran out of this room and down to Ussop’s workshop.

The doors swung open, scaring Usopp. “Usopp! I need your help!”

Luffy was hoping he could make this happen.

Usopp jumped out of his chair and hid under the table.

“Jeez Luffy.. y'know you could knock next time..” Usopp scratched the back of his head and sat back up on his chair making room for Luffy to sit.

“So what do you want exactly..?” he asked Luffy.

After a long story of explaining what happened and what he wanted to make for you, him and Usopp spent the rest of the day making this “unknown” gift for you.

---

Right now it was night and all the crew members of the Straw hats were hiding in the kitchen. This included Luffy and Usopp. They all awaited you, as soon as the door handle clicked they’d jump..

You were super confused and almost scared that someone had maybe captured your friends while you were getting ready in your new party dress Nami helped you pick out.

It was too quiet..

Then the door handle clicked and you walked in..

“SURPRISE!!” The whole crew said together.

“Awhh! Thank you so much guys!” you flustered immediately at everyone’s thought of putting this together just for you.

“Have a seat mademoiselle~” Sanji pulled out a chair for you at the table.

After you sat down, everyone scurried around the table and plopped down in their seats.

Then they sang you ‘Happy Birthday’ and your cheeks flushed even more with embarrassment.

Lastly, Sanji handed over to you a knife to cut the cake.

You didn’t even take a second to admire the masterful art work Sanji had put into the whole piece and instead you cut into it like you were stabbing someone.

Later on, after everyone’s wonderful gifts to you it was Luffy’s turn..

Everyone sat silently, surprised their captain actually remembered and brought something.

Now the real question was if it was any good.

You slowly unwrap the decently sized box and low and behold an adorable music box with your name engraved in the front of it and your favorite colors painted all around.

Everyone stared at Luffy including you.

Then you flipped the music box over to twist the knob and you also noticed some lettering saying “Built by Usopp The Great”.

You smiled at Usopp, also thanking him for his hard work.

Finally.. It was time for some real partying as all of you sang and danced.

Most of the crew got drunk too, excluding Chopper, Robin, and Sanji.

You and drunk Luffy headed out alone to the front part of the Sunny when you planted a small kiss on his forehead, making both of you a blushing mess.

“Thank you..Luffy.” you smiled and gave him a signature Nami hug as your chest engulfed his face.

By the end of the night the music box was placed in the center of your vanity but shaking violently. I wonder why.. (˵¯͒〰¯͒˵)

Zoro:

Zoro was in a deep sleep..

That was, until he woke to the sounds of the Straw Hats running around the ship frantically.

Pots and tins clattering, Nami’s voice yelling at what sounded like to Luffy and Usopp “do something helpful around here!” and lastly chopper’s hooves running on the deck, holding some colorful paper.

“Oi, what the hell is going on here??” Zoro said unhappy, because he was awakened from his nap. He rubbed his eyes and was met with the unpleasant sight of.. Sanji.

Sanji shot him a mean glare, “It’s y/n’s Birthday, mosshead.”

Zoro was too shocked to talk back to Sanji, instead he sat there on the floor with his eyes bulging out of his head.

“Oh.” Zoro said flustered because of his forgetfulness.

“Looks like someone forgot~” Sanji teased.

“Shut up, cook” Zoro stood up and walked towards Sanji.

Both of them cracked their knuckles, ready to brawl.

Nami rolled her eyes in a “here we go again..” manner. Then she proceeded to take care of the situation..

Zoro and Sanji parted ways with huge bumps on their heads.

When Zoro arrived in his room he plopped down on this bed and tried to sleep, but something was bugging him..

Like he was forgetting something.. your gift.

He sprung out of his bed and began pacing around his room, thinking of what to buy you.

Something new.. Or old.. Shiny or brightly colored.

He had no clue.

As the day went on and you and the Straw Hats partied. Drinks, food, “wonderful” singing from Luffy, and dancing.. it was almost like the ocean was dancing with you.

However Zoro, watched you closely. No gift in mind or hand at the moment..

Then Chopper announced “Let's open these gives y/n!”

You smiled and nodded.

“Sure, I’d love to!” The crew went around in a circle and passed you their gifts.

Nami gave you a new dress with your favorite colors and Robin bought you a small pocket mirror.

“Thank you so much guys!” you smiled and thanked them.

Sanji turned to Zoro purposely, knowing that Zoro wouldn't have a gift for you.

“How about you, mosshead..?”

Sanji smirked at him.

Zoro glared at him, it was as if he wanted to cut him in two.

“I have something in mind, but it shouldn’t concern you, cook.” he continued to stare a hole through Sanji.

“Hm.. sure you do..” then Sanji turned to you.

“If the mosshead doesn’t give you a gift I’ll take care of it.” he winked at you.

You nodded again, kind of grossed out and looked away from the whole situation.

After the Straw Hats left the deck and were probably sleeping from all the partying.

You walked up to Zoro and looked at him.

“So what’s this secret gift.. Hm?” You stood in front of him.

“Heh. Impatient I see..” he leaned in super close to you.

“W-why so close..?” you started getting flustered.

“I’m just giving you my gift…” he smirked mischievously at you.

Then it happened so quickly that your brain needed a couple of seconds to process what he was doing to you.

He was kissing you.

You didn’t pull away though.. you pushed yourself closer on him.

After a solid minute he pulled you two apart. He was blushing and panting, but so were you.

“Did you enjoy your birthday gift..?”

“Very much so..” you smiled at him.

On the bright side I guess you wouldn't have to be telling Sanji how Zoro didn’t get you a gift..

Sanji:

It was a sunny day on the Thousand Sunny. Sanji woke up as per usual and made the crew their breakfast.

As the Straw Hats ate, they began speaking about you.

Specifically your birthday.

“I’m gonna get y/n one of those music boxes for her birthday!” Nami announced as she smiled ear-to-ear.

When Sanji heard this he almost burnt the meat he was cooking up for Luffy.

“T-that’s today..?” Sanji asked, his voice shaky.

“Duh!” Luffy butted in.

“Oh..” Sanji was trembling as thoughts raced through his mind. He felt ashamed.

How could he forget? Why did he forget? Was he that busy he forgot about you?

But most of all, what would he get you..? However, with luck on his side they were close to arriving at a port with supplies.

Hopefully.. no, he would definitely buy you something from there.

No matter what.

A couple of hours went by and the crew had finally docked in port and everyone ran off somewhere.

Nami, You, and Robin went out shopping, as your way of celebrating. Luffy, Ussop, Franky and Chopper ran out to some restaurant and lastly, Zoro was keeping watch over the ship. In other words he was sleeping..

As for Sanji.. Well he was scrambling all over town to find you something.

Eventually, the crew all met back up on the ship with “minor” issues.

The rest of the night was dedicated to you, drinking, dancing, and making a mess of the ship.

When you opened your gifts up you loved everything you got. From a new handbag to a half-alive fish from Luffy.

Then it was Sanji’s turn.

He handed the gift over to you. It was wrapped to perfection in expensive paper..

When you unwrapped it, you were met with a small box.

Then you opened the box and to your surprise it was a stunning ruby necklace.

“S-sanji.. This is beautiful..” you picked up the piece and examined every shine and detail of it.

Sanji just simply stood there and smiled at you.

“H-how much was th-” he cut you off.

“The price doesn’t matter, mademoiselle. But.. if I were you, I’d look at the back of it..” he said, smiling so hard it hurt.

You spun the piece around on it's back side and there it said..

"Be mine.”

Your cheeks became a shade of crimson.

Everyone else on the Sunny was either drunk or knocked out cold on the floor, sleeping.

“Will you..?” Sanji stepped closer to you and sneakily creeped his hands up your waist.

“Y-yes, yes I will.” you blushed, it was like your body was a magnet to his.

He could resist the way you looked at him, all shy and confused.

So he kissed you.

It lasted for a few seconds and you two pulled apart.

“Shall we take this to my room madam..?” He smiled mischievously.

“Of course dear.” you smiled back.

Let’s just say that your new necklace wasn’t the only thing taken off that night.. ~~~

The End~

Thank you so, so, so much for reading! (It’s also my birthday today so tysm! <3)

Consider following..?

[chiniyuss]

Hii!! I was wondering if you could please do Lucifer hanging out with Alastor’s little girl (reader) like one day Lucifer goes to the hotel to help Charlie with something but Charlie’s not there but he’s just greeted by reader and reader comes up to him and asks him if he wants to have a tea party with her? (Can it be hc’s plz 😋)

Your wish is my command! Thanks for the request :3

TW: curse words

Lucifer went to visit his daughter, Charlie again to help her with the hotel. The surprise was that when he knocked on the door, a sinner opened the door.

(Y/n) blinked her eyes and then she waved her hand happily with a smile.

• Okay, who the fuck was this? Don't get him wrong BUT, why is there a child in hell?

• Lucifer couldn't help but notice the similarity between you and the radio demon, it was a lot and he didn't like it, no one bit.

• "Kid, where is Charlie?" Lucifer said as he crouched down a little at the girl's height. "Miss Charlie is in a date with Miss Vaggie!"

• Oh. That explains quite a lot... WHY HE DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT THIS?! Lucifer quickly checked his messages and in fact, Charlie did send him a text that she will be out for today.

• Damn it. Now what will he do? I guess just leave and come back tomorrow.

• "Mister! Wanna have a tea party with me?" (Y/n) said happily as she clapped her hands together. Lucifer looked at her and sighed. "Look, I'm sorry kid but I can't right now—"

• Lucifer stopped speaking when he saw the eyes of the sinner child, she had a sad look and she slowly stopped smiling when she heard that he wouldn't have a tea party with her.

• That look broke the King of Hell heart, it's like when he didn't have time for Charlie... He looked down and sighed and then smiled. "Alright, let's have a tea party!"

• You and Lucifer talked a lot of things but more of him giving you adivise and praised your cooking skills, he also loved the tea!

• (Y/n) was so happy, when Lucifer said if you had a family in the human world, Heaven or Hell. You said that your dad was in Hell with you! But now he was a little busy.

• Lucifer wanted to hit his head with the table, it made more and more sense that the radio demon is the father of this child.

• "My! Hello there! I see you are with my LOVELY daughter." Speaking of this fucker, here he is. "Dad! I'm in a tea party with Mister Lucifer!" (Y/n) said happily and Alastor patted softly her head. "That's wonderful my dear!"

• Yeah. Alastor and Lucifer glared at each other. Maybe they'll fight for custody of you too...

[accioscarheadthings]

hii just wanted to let you know i love your writing sm<33

i heard your haikyyuu requests were open and i wanted to know if you could give us some pleasure!dom Oikawa?

if it's no pressure:)

hello love, and thank you sm❤️ ❤️ means a lot...

here you go!! hope you like it

↳ 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 - 𝗢𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝗧𝗼𝗼𝗿𝘂 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

pairing: pleasure dom! oikawa x fem!reader

warning : smut 18+, minors dni, mention of aphrodisiac chocolates, teasing, multiple orgasms, clit slapping, oral (f rec.), p in v, unprotected sex, rough sex, use of praise (good girl) and degradation (my pretty little slut)

summary: where you mistake aphrodisiac chocolates for usual ones and consume too much. which leaves your boyfriend to tend to your needs.

main masterlist !

oikawa walked into the apartment, the door clicking upon closing behind him. he was surprised and also a bit worried that you weren't in the living room like usual, but he pushed the thought aside.

he removed his jacket and hung it on the coat rack by the door, "i'm home, honey,"

oikawa walked into the bedroom, stopping by the doorway when he saw you curled up in bed, clutching the pillow tightly as your body trembled.

his eyebrows furrowed in worry as he walked over to the bedside, "you alright, baby?"

your body shuddered under his touch, your skin hypersensitive to the slightest brush of his fingers. you let out a soft moan, your body yearning for more. you clutched the sheets tightly, your knuckles straining white.

"i don't know. i, uh, had those chocolates, and i feel like i'm going crazy," you covered your face with your hands, shame washing over you in waves.

oikawa spotted the chocolate wrappers carelessly discarded in the corner of the room and identified them as aphrodisiac chocolates.

Recognizing them as aphrodisiac chocolates he had been sent as a promotional package, he sputtered in surprise, "those... how many did you even have?"

you groaned, burying your face in a pillow, as you confessed, "I honestly lost count after three... don't ask."

oikawa broke into a mix of laughter and concern, knowing all too well the effect the chocolates were already having on you.

he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that you wanted him so desperately, but he couldn't resist the opportunity to tease you.

he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, sultry tone as he whispered, "oh honey, are you feeling a little needy right now?"

he continued to gently trace his hand down your back, his touch feather-light yet possessive.

"mmph!" you groaned, glaring up at him in frustration, the aphrodisiac making your mind fuzzy and your body increasingly needy.

oikawa's smirk widened as he noticed your body's reaction to him. he knew he had you exactly where he wanted you, "shhh, don't fight it, baby. let the chocolate do its work,"

"and you?" you retorted, mouth agape as you heaved for breath, "you gonna keep teasing me like this ?"

your breath hitched when he slipped his hand under your shirt, his palm cold against your heated skin, "please, tooru, mmph! i can't take it,"

oikawa leaned closer, his mouth at your ear as you tipped your head up to his.

"darling, how can i deny you when you're asking so nicely?" he dragged his lips across your cheeks, causing you to shiver, "i'm going to make sure to take good care of you,"

and so moments later, oikawa had you on your back on the bed, his hands continuing to roam over your body, exploring every curve and contour with a gentle, reverent touch.

he seemed to be taking his time, savoring every moment, "you're so soft," he whispered, his lips moving over your shoulder.

he was slipping his cock into your sopping pussy, panting and groaning into your ear as your gummy walls spasmed around him, engulfing him slowly.

"nnggg-grippin' me like a vice," oikawa pressed his open mouth against your cheek, "fuck- darling, you really need me that much?"

his cock slowly dragged out of your sloppy walls, before drilling back in, making you cry out.

"n-need you so bad," you whined, feeling his thick cock fill you up, "please , please tooru,"

his hands traced soft, loving patterns over your skin, slowly exploring every inch of your body.

his fingers slithered down your body and curled around your hips, his pelvis snug with yours, "tell me exactly what you need me to do," he smooched the bend of your knee, placing one of your ankles on his shoulder, "use your words," he did the same with the other leg.

"j-just make me cum," you whined, moaning at the new spot he was hitting inside you, "p-please. c-can't take it anymore,"

you push your hips against him, wiggling, both your moans mingled in the air and creating a rhythm that he never wanted to forget.

he pushed your legs up to your chest, folding you in half as he thrust into you recklessly.

he loved the feeling of your warmth sucking him in, creating loud wet noises. his voice was shaky as he whimpered about how good your pussy felt, "so warm- s-shit. m' not gonna last long," he'd whine into your neck.

he'd pull back and watch the way our perfect cunt swallowed his thick veiny cock. the way you'd cream around his cock, the mess dripping down the side of your thigh; he'd mesmerized by it.

"so fucking tight," he slowly pulled out before ramming right back in without mercy, "i'm cumming-oh god," oikawa hunched over your body, holding himself up with one arm beside your head.

you could feel his release fill you up, combining with your arousal and making a mess on the mattress below.

you milked him for his worth, whimpering in need, "tooru-" you raked a hand through his hair, tugging lightly. a needy reminder that you hadn't come yet and you were desperate for it.

your pussy spasmed around his cock, causing him to shudder.

oikawa didn't stop, he rutted his hips against yours frantically. he kissed away a tear that slipped down your cheek, "m'gonna make you cum too, baby. I got you, mm," he mouthed at the skin of your collarbone.

you locked your legs around his hips so he couldn't move, pulling him further into you until he bottomed out. oikawa groaned, so pretty when paired with a wild thrust of his.

your mixed arousal was making a loud squelch, as he worked his cock into your weeping cunt. his balls slapping against your ass.

moments like this he couldn't help but fuck himself into overstimulation.

"yes, yes, yes," you cried, feeling the pressure build-up.

tooru nuzzled his cheek against yours, his hot breath hitting the shell of your ear, "now, now," he thrust deeper, circling his hips and hitting the sweet spot in you, "cum for me. c'mon, baby- make a mess all over my cock,"

you came so hard that your vision was sprinkled with stars. you clenched around him, chest rising and falling from your high.

tooru panted for breath, muttering praises as he rode out both our pleasures out, "that's it. did so good for me. such a pretty baby,"

when he continued to dip his cock in and out your pussy, you trembled, gripping his shoulder. the effects of the aphrodisiac chocolates were creating a low buzzing noise in your head.

he reached a hand down to rub down on your clit, hard and rough, "come for me again. give me one more,"

you trembled, gripping his shoulder, "tooru. wait- s'too much,"

but he was too overcome with pleasure to listen to you. his pupils were dilated and his primal instincts were at peak.

he smacked your swollen clit lightly, pulling his still-hard cock out and ramming back in, "you can take it. you're a good girl, aren't you?" his action produced a filthy noise.

you were barely aware of your orgasm when you came around him with a dirty moan, your walls grasping around his length.

tooru grunted at the feel, "clenching around me like that- i'll cum again, fuck-"

he let out a ragged groan as he found his release again, his body trembling as he rode out the waves of pleasure. he clung to you tightly, his arms holding you close as he panted against your shoulder.

"can you-" you gulped, feeling your throat dried up, "can you stay inside me?" your eyes slowly fluttered.

tooru brushed the hair from your face, "of course, baby," he cooed, sponging soft kisses all over your face, "keepin' my cock nice and warm, ah,"

he looked down and found the evidence of your passion dripping down your inner thigh.

"fuck," he groused, "you look so pretty right now, with me dripping down your legs. you like being full of me, don't you?"

you couldn’t manage to form a coherent sentence and nodded vigorously.

"did I fuck you dumb, baby?" he murmured at you, watching how your breasts were bouncing with each breath you took, "my pretty little slut," he kissed and nibbled your jaw, palm cupping the supple flesh of your breast.

his hips involuntarily jerked forward, causing you to cry out.

"shh," he soothed, thrusting deeper, but slower, till his pelvis was snug with yours and he hit a deeper spot in you.

your face twisted in pleasure, "s'too fucking deep,"

oikawa caught your hands and pinned them above your head, holding them in place with one hand.

your whole body trembled as you felt a dull pain echoing from the top of your thighs, spreading downward. the walls of your pussy spasmed and a shiver ran down your spine, "i-i'm gonna cum, again- stay still," you clawed at his back, dragging your nails across his skin.

oikawa complied with your words, whining into your neck, "fuck-fuck-fuckkk," he felt your release around his cock, milking him for his worth.

you bit down on his shoulder when he jerked and came in your sore pussy. he let out a whiny moan, slapping your ass appreciatively, "that's my good girl, just like that,"

he scooped up the mixture of your release from your quivering thigh and spread it around your lips, his mouth agape, "open up,"

he spread it on your parted lips, pulling you by your neck to lick it off your swollen lips, and plunged his tongue into you.

you hummed into the kiss, feeling him slowly pull out his spent cock.

you whimpered, arms going around his shoulders for support. you hissed at the emptiness, brows furrowed.

oikawa settled on the bed next you, with one elbow propped to hold him up as he faced you.

"shh, shh," he stuffed two of his fingers into your abused pussy, causing you to sigh in relief. the pain from being stretched out was soothed slightly.

"there," he gazed down at you, "does that make you feel better?"

"yeah," you closed your thick thighs around his wrist, trapping his hand effectively, and nodded at him in reply.

"greedy little girl," he leaned in to kiss you, his heart nearly melting when you chased his lips, eyes drooping with lust.

he curled his finger in you, causing your face to contort in pleasure, "now," he kissed your forehead, "let's get you cleaned up, and then I'll get down on my knees and clean up the mess i made down there, m'kay?"

[toyaslove]

Hii can you do pjsk boys with a hall monitor s/o? (Just like An)

A/N: Hello! Of course!! Sorry for taking so long to write your request, but here you go! I hope you'll like it..!

Tw: none!

Toya Aoyagi, Tsukasa Tenma, Akito Shinonome, and Rui Kamishiro x GN!Reader (separately)

Tags: @mccnstruck @hoshiilikesjojo @miya-akane @hinozukuu @akitosheart @toyaswif3y @sentientsoil – Come get your clumsy boys!

Hall Monitor!

Writing style: hc's and little scenarios

• • •

• • •

Akito Shinonome

あき~

▪︎ He isn't a good student nor a bad one. So u don't have to keep an eye on him because he's not a bother to you nor your Kamiyama High School

▪︎ He uses you almost as a shield. "Oh, you wanna prank the teacher? Yk, my S/O is the hall monitor, we could get in trouble"

▪︎ Mostly to... get out of trouble, yk?

▪︎ He can have his bold smile, and he looks like a troublemaker. When you met him, he made you think that. But he's actually... a really chill going? It's even surprising. Maybe because of his singing partner Toya!?

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

"Akito Shinonome. The coordination wants to talk to you" – you say, in your shift

You bring Akito out of his classroom. You bring him to a corner where nobody can see you.

"What's that for?" – Akito looks at you with a confused face.

"I just wanted to be with you..." – You wrap your arms around Akito.

"May I have a kiss?" – You ask.

"Tsk... as you wish" – Akito says, taking you by the waist and kissing you.

Even trying to pretend he didn't like that, he felt happy. Well, he's not a fan of classes, right? Skipping class with his S/O is one of the best things he could ever think.

Toya Aoyagi

とうやああ~

▪︎ He's the chillest of the bunch

▪︎ Literally >no worries<, you don't even have to look at him because you KNOW he won't do anything wrong

▪︎ He might get some bullies because of the way he is, so you should be attentive to that

▪︎ Literally always saying "Hiiiii!!~~👋" when he sees you in the hallway

▪︎ He's proud to say his s/o is the hall monitor.

▪︎ He already talked to An (as she's your hall colleague) to see if you like something or check your preferences (so cute)

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

"Oh! Y/N! Hiii!" Toya says waving at you, coming near you

"Hey, Toya, what's up? Something wrong?" You say getting close to Toya as well

"I just wanted to see you. Today my class ends earlier, so I thought of waiting for you to finish your shift and we can go have lunch together, what do you think?" Toya asks with a small, yet sweet and genuine smile

"Sure! But it will take a while..." You scratch your head and look with a sweet smile at Toya

"Alright, I can wait for you anyway. I'll be waiting for you in the library. Now, let me leave you do your work... see ya, hun." Toya kisses your cheek, hugs you, and leaves, going to the library.

Always respecting you and your time as a hall monitor. What a sweet and attentive boyfriend, isn't he?

Tsukasa Tenma

おれのすた~☆

▪︎ Um I mean.

▪︎ You really scold him and Rui VERY frequently.

▪︎ Differently from Akito and Toya, he's REALLY a troublemaker

▪︎ You scold him almost every day /hj

▪︎ You have to tell him to lower his voice cuz

▪︎ HE'S. ALWAYS. SCREAMING.

▪︎ "Shhh... there are people having class, you know Tsu!?" You tell him.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

You're normally having your shift, walking through the hallway and monitoring it. Until...

You hear a notorious voice. Screaming. Accompanied of loud steps.

– "Y/N, HELP ME, HELP ME, AAAAAAAAAAAA" Tsukasa screams, running away from Rui with one of his very "peaceful" creations.

– "You two, stop!" You say firmly, making them both stop. You scold them to the coordination to receive a little punishment.

– "Hey... i thought you loved me!" Tsukasa says with a dramatic tone, putting a hand on his forehead dramatically

– "Of course I love you... I just have to make things right, ok? I have to take care of stuff here" You say gently, patting Tsukasa's head and giving him a forehead kiss

Well, even though he's a troublemaker, you still love him. You both go home after school and stay the entire day together, cuddling and laughing.

Rui Kamishiro

るい~

▪︎ Well um

▪︎ If you read Tsukasa's one you can already predict

▪︎ The worst troublemaker of the bunch.

▪︎ FUCKING EXPLODES THE SCHOOL EVERY DAY /hj

▪︎ You have to spend most of your time scolding him

▪︎ He always looks at you with his bold smile and when you see it.... you already know.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

– BOOM! You hear a noise coming from the hallway, making you run towards the noise

Well, you already know what to expect.

You go where the noise came from, and you put a hand on your waist.

– "I know you want my attention, but you really need to do those things? Please just do not put the school on fire." You say, almost like a mom/dad scolding their child.

You send him to the coordination and he looks at you with a... disappointed face.

– "I thought I'd receive a kiss at least!" Rui says

– "I will not encourage a menace!" You say jokingly, laughing slightly

– "Well... i guess I'll have to do it myself." He interrupts you, putting a hand on your chin and kissing your lips

Well... you scold him all the time, but will it work one day? Probably not. Will he stop? No. Will you ignore him? No. So, this cycle will repeat itself again, and again, and again... still, you love him, and out of school, you support his menace acts! You're happy to see the effort he does to make people smile.

A/N: I RLLY HOPE U LIKE IT! Toya × Reader "#" is really dead so let's pump it up right!? WE NEED MORE FICS FFS WRITERS I NEED MORE TOYAYAYAYAY

[lvrgirlrey]

Hii!!!

Can I request a Ranpo x reader where you and Ranpo got into a petty argument and refused to talk to each other for a week and the reader don't really mind not talking with Ranpo for a whole week but that doesn't mean Ranpo does, he clung to you after a few days? And whining that the reader isn't paying attention to him

I'm so sorry if this is way too specific and thank you!!!

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: hello!!! i love this its so cute *v* ofc i can do that

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: none

you and ranpo were known to have your moments. you two had bickered before, but this one was different. it wasn’t even that serious. just a small disagreement over something trivial—maybe it was about a case, or even about snacks, but somehow, it blew up. one word led to another, and before you knew it, you both decided to stop talking to each other. it wasn’t like either of you was really angry. it was more about pride at this point. no one wanted to be the first to give in.

you didn’t mind it much, honestly. a week without ranpo hovering around you? you could use the break. sure, he was a genius detective, but he could be a handful sometimes. so, when the days passed without him trying to talk to you, you thought it was a win. it wasn’t like you needed to be around him every second of the day.

the first couple of days were quiet. you went about your routine, working on cases, grabbing lunch, heading home. you noticed ranpo hanging around, always in the corner of your eye, but he didn’t say anything. sometimes, you caught him staring, but when you turned to look, he’d quickly avert his gaze and go back to whatever he was doing. you shrugged it off. if he wanted to stay mad, that was on him.

by the third day, things started getting… strange. ranpo wasn’t being his usual self. he was quieter, not as loud and boastful as usual. he still solved cases like they were nothing, of course, but there was something off. normally, he would have bragged about it to you, rubbing it in your face how quickly he figured things out. but now? nothing. just silence.

you were fine with it, really. it wasn’t like you missed the constant chatter. or the way he always found some way to make everything about him. no, you were doing just fine without all of that. totally fine.

on the fourth day, ranpo started hovering. not in a confrontational way, more like… he was just there. if you were at your desk, he’d find some excuse to walk by, glancing over like he was waiting for something. during lunch, he sat at the table next to yours, not talking but always looking like he wanted to say something. it was starting to get on your nerves, but you weren’t going to be the one to break first. not after the argument. you had your pride, too.

by the fifth day, the hovering turned into light tugging. ranpo would gently pull at your sleeve whenever he walked by, his lips pressed into a pout. at one point, he even stood in front of you, waving a piece of candy like it was some sort of peace offering. when you didn’t take it, he looked like a kicked puppy, but you stayed firm. it was just a week. he could handle it. you could handle it.

on the sixth day, ranpo’s patience finally broke. you were sitting at your desk, going through some files, when suddenly, there he was. ranpo leaned over your shoulder, pressing his chin on top of your head. “you’re ignoring me,” he mumbled, his voice full of whine. you didn’t look up from your work. “i thought we weren’t talking.”

“i changed my mind,” he said, dragging out the last word. he flopped into the chair next to yours, arms crossing over his chest. “you’re being so mean. it’s been forever!”

“it’s been six days, ranpo.”

“exactly! six whole days of no one telling me how amazing i am!” he puffed his cheeks, scooting his chair closer to yours. “i thought you’d crack first, but you’re just… ignoring me. how can you be okay with this?”

you shrugged, still not looking at him. “i’m not the one who needs attention every second.”

he groaned dramatically, throwing himself halfway across your desk, his hand brushing against your papers. “come onnnn. i’m sorry, okay? i didn’t mean to argue with you. let’s just go back to how things were.”

you raised an eyebrow, glancing at him. “you don’t even remember what we were arguing about, do you?”

he blinked a few times, tilting his head in thought. then, with a small, embarrassed grin, he admitted, “nope.”

you sighed, pushing him off your desk and standing up. “fine. i guess we can stop this. but you need to stop being so dramatic about everything.”

he grinned wide, like a child who had just won a game. “so does that mean we’re talking again? you’ll finally pay attention to me?”

“if you stop being annoying, maybe,” you teased, grabbing your coat. “but no promises.”

ranpo jumped up from his chair, practically bouncing around you as you headed for the door. “i knew you missed me. you can’t go that long without me.”

“i think i could handle a little more than a week, honestly.”

“no way,” he said, shaking his head. “you’d be lost without me.”

you rolled your eyes, but there was a small smile on your face. no matter how much ranpo got on your nerves, you had to admit—it was a little too quiet without him around. as much as you hated to admit it, things were always a bit more interesting when he was by your side.

“fine,” you said, holding the door open for him. “let’s go grab something to eat. i’m starving.”

“finally, you’re making sense!” ranpo grinned, practically skipping out the door. “i knew you couldn’t resist me forever.”

you laughed softly as you followed him. maybe it wasn’t so bad, having ranpo around after all.

[tkaulitzlvr]

hii can u pls do c0ckwarming with tom omg

STAY STILL - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: tom can’t wait any longer, but knows that you are too tired to fix his problem the way he wants you to. but you can’t deny the need slowly becoming mutual so, you decide to meet him halfway, and he doesn’t complain.

content: smut (not full sex, just what the req says lol)

a/n: thanku for the req!! SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING, hopefully this makes up for it! literally screaming and giggling whilst writing this (help), also the way he moves his tongue in this vid HELLO (need it inside me) ++there won’t be a part two (don’t hate me!) my upload schedule is just too irregular, i have a ton of requests and just don’t think i’d be able to write one, in the future if i’m less busy i may come back to this!!

“please baby, i’ll do all the work, i promise.” tom pleads for probably the tenth time, digging his head into the crook of my neck and placing open-mouthed kisses onto the skin, whining lowly against it. any other time, i would’ve given in the second his lips made contact with my neck, and he knows this, deciding to try his luck once again. however right now, the circumstances don’t work in tom’s favour, much to his annoyance. i am too tired to even properly decline his request, sighing loudly and shaking my head as my eyes flutter closed. this isn’t enough for tom, my lack of response not a concrete ‘no’, this all he needs to press himself against me once more, hoping that it would be just enough to push me toward that three letter word he has been longing for me to say. whilst our proximity doesn’t do that just yet, the frequent motion of tom’s hips rocking against my waist reminds me just how desperate he is, the hardness evident through his boxers - not that the cotton left much to be imagined anyway.

“baby i’m tired, tomorrow, okay?” i sigh out, half-heartedly pushing tom away as a frustrated groan leaves his lips. though he fails to see the mischievous grin that spreads across my face with the small push that i place to his chest when he flops beside me, clearly not understanding what i am doing. honestly, i wouldn’t have minded lazy sex - tom never complains when he does all the work and, if i give in, it will make him shut up, his whining already getting on my nerves, whether he is trying to irritate me or not. but, watching the way his face furrows in utter frustration, wincing every so often at the pain that begs for a release from underneath his boxers, gives me the motivation to tease him just a little more - but in the end, i am more than willing to give him what he wants, or at least, meet in the middle.

“fuck.” he mutters under his breath, wincing a little at my response, eyes squeezing shut as his chest heaves up and down, loud and shaky breaths escaping his lips, making it hard to close my eyes and finally fall asleep. i know that he won’t give up yet, so, i lay silently, wondering how long it will take for him to continue pleading me to let go and give him what he wants. and, as expected, not even two minutes pass before his hand snakes around my waist from behind? his body pressing itself firmly against my back.

“this isn’t gonna go away baby, shit- i’m sorry, just, please…let me do something.” he sighs out, a low whine following his plea, hand firmly squeezing my waist whilst his head buries itself into my neck, teeth digging into the skin softly. “fuck- need you so bad, please.”

a small laugh leaves my lips, stifled quickly once i purse them shut, thinking out loud as my amusement towards his desperation quickly becomes evident. tom stops his slow kisses against my neck, whipping his head upward in confusion, failing to see how i could possibly be laughing right now. “what’s so funny? seriously schatz, this fucking hurts. please, just let me take care of it. i won’t be long, just need to feel you.”

his voice reduces to a mumble, eyebrows knitting together once again, though a wave of relief visibly washes over his expression when i roll my eyes, sighing in -totally forged- annoyance, though he doesn’t recognise that. all he realises is that he is getting something, not even completely sure what, but in this moment, anything at all would be enough for him to release - he is far too desperate to be picky. soon enough, he hauls himself up, hurriedly undoing the button of his oversized jeans and tugging them from his frame, carelessly throwing them onto the floor. and god, if i had thought his problem looked bad through the denim, then i am quickly proven wrong, the firm print of his dick through his boxers almost painfully prominent. his hand brushes against it, the cotton of his underwear now creating more friction, his head falling backward as a low groan sounds from the back of his throat, showing just how sensitive he really is, and now i know that it won’t take a lot to give him what he craves.

he quickly moves to climb on top of me, not getting far as my hand rests flat against his bare chest, halting his movement. his eyebrows furrow in confusion, mouth opening to protest my resistance, though i interject, deciding that if he wants me that badly, then he shouldn’t complain about how he gets me.

“mmm, no. sit back baby, i want to try something.” i whisper, teeth grazing the skin just below his ear, tongue running over it afterward as his eyes flutter open and closed, mouth hanging open with a small smirk on his face. he nods his head quickly, sliding backward until his upper half rests against the headboard, head tilted upward and legs sprawled onto the bed. his hands however, fail to be so still, reaching outward hopelessly and grabbing me by my waist, fingers digging into the flesh as he pulls me on top of him.

he winces loudly once i sit directly on top of his chest, the sound soon turning into a low moan, mouth dropping downward into an ‘o’ shape at the dangerously addictive mix of pain and pleasure that i give him. i smirk in satisfaction at his desperation, finding it almost pitiful, watching intently at the way his eyes flutter, on the verge of closing, though they manage to stay half lidded, soon shooting open when my small fingers make contact with the waistband of his boxers. his breathing becomes more erratic, hands flying to my hips once more, chest rising up and down at an even faster pace. right now, wearing only a small pair of shorts and crop top appears to work perfectly in my favour, and tom’s, as his hands reach to pull the strap down, lips soon attaching themselves to my breast, whilst my own hands move my shorts down my body, tugging tom’s boxers down soon after.

his eyes are fixed on where our bodies connect once i line myself up, sliding down onto him at an agonisingly slow pace, wincing slightly at the feeling of being stretched out, going from being totally empty to so full within the space of a few seconds. tom is way out of it, and had been ever since i began to sink onto him, his mouth uttering low curses and grunts under his breath, nails digging into the flesh of my waist, teeth occasionally digging into his bottom lip.

“fuck schatz, yeah…you’re so tight, so good for me.” he utters when i bottom out, though his satisfaction doesn’t last long, eyes quickly opening once he realises that i am not moving, instead staying still with him still inside of me. he decides against questioning my behaviour, his hips beginning to thrust upwards as a slow pace, incoherent whines leaving his lips as he does so.

“ah ah ah…” i begin, lifting my hips upward and almost completely off of him, hand moving to rest firmly against his chest. he slows his movements, pushing my hips so that he is inside of me once again. “no moving baby, just let me sit. stay still, okay?”

i clench around him unconsciously, moaning quietly as he groans under his breath, clearly holding back from snapping his hips upward again. “fuck baby, you’re fucking killing me, you know that?” he confesses, shaking his head slowly, eyes lustful as they stare into my own, the pools of brown silently communicating exactly what he wants to do, the intent behind them nothing close to innocent. but, no matter how tempting it sounds to let him take control, to reverse the roles and have me pinned beneath him, thrusting in and out of me whilst muttering confirmations of how good i feel, how perfect i am, i enjoy seeing him like this, completely helpless underneath me, begging for something, anything, other than the teasing that i keep up, and i don’t intend on giving in.

“you wanted this, right?” i taunt, lips curving upward into an innocent smile, my thoughts anything but, aware of what i am doing, the frustration that takes over his expression proof of my success. “i thought you wanted me, like this…” my voice is low and suggestive, thick as honey, words as addictive as a drug, and he continues to take them all in. my lips make contact right next to his ear, slowly kissing just below it, digging my teeth in afterward, his hips jolting upward at the sensation. and if that wasn’t enough, when i adjust myself on top of him, moving my lips ever so slightly, that is when he loses it, head quickly rolling backward, mouth dropping open, a deep groan sounding from the back of his throat.

“oh my god, fuck- you’re driving me insane, please just- do something.” his voice is shaky, cut off by small groans, his tongue coming outward to play with his lip ring, flicking the silver metal in small circles, all whilst his eyes never leave my own, the desperation within them never diminishing.

“nope, you’ll live baby.” i state in response, leaning forward and resting my chest against his, wrapping my arm around his frame and sighing nonchalantly, closing my eyes. “i told you i was tired.” as i do so, he shifts his weight underneath me, slightly altering the angle that his dick rests inside of me, his eyes squeezing shut at the feeling. no matter how much he wants something more, he doesn’t refuse my embrace, wrapping his arms around my back, his hands tracing circles along the bare skin, lifting up my crop top and resting underneath it.

minutes pass like this, my walls clenching around him every so often, getting him just a little more riled up, enough to make him sigh out in pleasure and groan at the feeling of slight relief, though it is never enough to satisfy him, just enough to keep him on the verge of losing his mind, to keep him guessing, waiting for something more than just being inside of me. this feels like more of a punishment than a reward to him, the frustrated groans he lets out only seeming to get louder, though he doesn’t give in, knowing that he could thrust upwards into me - all it would take is a slight movement of his hips and he would have me, yet he holds back, almost testing his own willpower, even though we both know that it is non-existent, no matter how hard he tries to convince himself otherwise.

and it doesn’t take long for him to finally reach his breaking point, no longer able to handle just having me here, sitting beneath me helplessly, his mind encouraging him to move, whilst his body is too desperate, too completely needy, to even comply with his unholy thoughts. instead, he voices them as a request, trying once again to elicit something from my own still body.

“kiss me.” he mutters into the silence as my head remains rested in the crook of his neck, hearing slightly muffled. though the quiet doesn’t show it, he is becoming more restless, breathing getting louder and faster, his hold on me tighter, almost inaudible whines sounding from the back of his throat every so often.

“hm?” i mumble half-heartedly, lacking the energy to lift my head upward from where it had been resting, staying still within his embrace instead. my thumbs trace the firmness of his back, travelling over each bump, each muscle, all coated with a thin line of sweat, all of it evidence of just how needy he is for this.

“i said kiss me.” he repeats, somewhere on the verge of desperation and frustration, clearly not willing to let me take control of him anymore. as he speaks, his hand moves from my back, making contact with my chin, using it to lift my head upward so my eyes look straight into his own, faces inches apart. warm and heavy, his breath fans against my face when he speaks, the close proximity and admitted need for him creating a light shade of pink to etch upon my cheeks, though it is nothing compared to the helplessness that tom displays, his words proving it if that isn’t enough. “no more games. just fucking kiss me.”

something inside me snaps. whether it is the close proximity, his enticing gaze, or the time that i have spent on top of him, doing nothing to pleasure either of us, it doesn’t matter anymore. all that i am certain of is that i no longer want to tease him, placing my lips onto his quickly. the kiss is slow and gentle as i initiate it, tom reciprocating it, his shoulders quickly relaxing as he already receives some relief after waiting for so long. though it is too soft, too reluctant, too tender for him. he wants more, and he wastes no time in acting on his desire, pressing his lips more firmly against my own, deepening the kiss and biting down roughly onto my bottom lip as it parts in response, allowing him to slip his tongue inside.

and when my hips jolt upwards slightly at his sudden movement, he soon realises that he has me where he wants - still inside of him, and that realisation is all it takes for his hips to snap upwards, thrusting in and out of me at a fast pace. his hands find my lower back, trailing down to my ass and roughly cupping the flesh, using them to quicken his thrusts and allow my bounces to meet them, fingers leaving harsh red marks in place of the soft skin. the distance between our faces only increases beyond a few inches once i let out a loud moan, smiling in satisfaction.

he places one final kiss on my lips, flipping us over in one swift motion whilst staying inside of me. i cry out when his tip hits the sensitive spot inside of me, though i soon play it off, attempting to return my facial expression to something as close as neutral as i can get it - on the inside, i am screaming, silently begging for him to carry on. but he doesn’t. his eyes twinkle with satisfaction, enjoying the way i lay helplessly beneath him, even though moments ago, the roles were completely reversed. he picks up on my attempt to act casual, aware that i am just as desperate as he is, if not more, my entire being transparent, almost pathetically easy to decipher to him.

“this whole nonchalant act doesn’t suit you baby. you can stop acting like you don’t want it, we both know you’ll be screaming in a couple minutes, watch.”

those are the final words he says before reconnecting his lips to mine and speeding up his thrusts, soon proving his bold statement to be nothing short of the truth, making my temporary dominance seem a fragment of my imagination within seconds.

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