#i think he'd look cuter with one

[nnnneeev]

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Solomon with dimples. Thank you for your time.

[cutielando]

paws and chaos | lando norris

synopsis: in which you and Lando decide to adopt a golden retriever

a/n: i don’t know about you guys, but Lando always gives off golden retriever energy, so it’s only logical that he adopts a goldie

pairing: lando norris x girlfriend!reader

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It had all started with an innocent comment on your part.

"I saw the cutest video of a puppy on TikTok this morning" you had said one morning, scrolling through your phone while Lando sipped on a cup of tea next to you.

"Oh yeah?" he said, looking up from his phone to look at you.

"Yeah. I'd love to have one someday" you said, absentmindedly.

Lando tilted his head, his lips curling into a mischievous smile.

"Someday? Why not today?" he asked, making you blink up at him.

"What?"

"Let's get a dog today" he said, his voice filled with excitement.

"Lando, we can't just-" you started, ready to list all of the reasons as to why this was not a good idea.

But Lando was having none of it. He had already stood up from the dining table, his tea long forgotten as he grabbed his laptop from the counter.

And that's how you found yourselves, twenty minutes later, scrolling through the website of the nearby animal shelter in Monaco. Each puppy he pointed out seemed cuter and sweeter than the last, and despite every protest you tried to make about the two of you being unprepared to care for a puppy, you couldn't deny the effect that each of the tiny faces staring back at you had.

After meticulous analysis of every puppy picture on the website, Lando had stopped on the one.

A scruffy little thing with floppy ears, soulful eyes and a patch of fur that stuck up awkwardly on the top of his head. Both of your hearts melted once you had stared at the picture, a silent agreement that this was the one for you.

The shelter had named him Benny, but Lando immediately decided to rename him Turbo.

"Look at him! He's perfect, don't you think?" he exclaimed excitedly, practically bouncing in his seat.

You sighed, a smile tugging at your lips as you looked at your overjoyed boyfriend.

"Do you really think we can do this?" you asked, wanting to make sure he knew what he was getting himself into.

He nodded, his eyes staring back at you.

"Fine, let's go meet him"

♡♡♡♡♡

Not even an hour later, you were at the animal shelter, waiting for the staff to bring out Benny Turbo.

The moment he toddled into the room, he made a straight beeline for Lando, his tiny tail wagging so hard it looked like it might propel him off the floor and into the air.

"Mate, you're going to break the sound barrier with that thing" Lando laughed, scooping the puppy into his arms.

Turbo immediately licked Lando's cheek, earning a delighted squeal from your boyfriend.

After a couple of moments, the goldie turned his attention to you. And then it was game over. He wiggled out of Lando's arms and climbed into your lap, pawing at your hands and nibbling on your fingers with his tiny teeth.

"Okay, he's absolutely adorable" you admitted, your heart completely stolen as you enjoyed the attention from the small puppy.

Lando grinned triumphantly.

"I told you" he said, making you roll your eyes.

By the time you got home, Turbo had already earned himself the spot as the king of the house.

He darted from one room into another, sniffing everything he encountered in his sight. When he found Lando's shoe near the couch, he proudly dragged it to his newly installed bed and plopped down on it, staring at the two of you with the shoe still in his mouth.

"Turbo, that's not a chew toy" Lando groaned, chasing after him.

You watched from the doorway, laughing as Lando tried to wrestle the shoe from the determined and stubborn puppy.

It ended with both of them sprawled on the floor, Turbo wagging his tail like he'd won a championship, the shoe still with him.

"What did we get ourselves into?" you thought to yourself.

♡♡♡♡♡

The next few weeks were a whirlwind of adorable chaos.

Turbo was a ball of endless energy, absolutely no corner from your home being safe from his antics and zoomies.

He chewed on the table legs, got tangled into the window curtains and almost broke them. He even managed to steal an entire loaf of bread off the counter while you weren't looking at him.

"Where's the bread I just bought?" you asked one evening, looking around the kitchen with a confused face.

Lando looked around with you until he stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide.

"Uh... Turbo?" he slowly said, his eyes focused on the living room.

You followed his gaze to the room, seeing Turbo sat proudly next to the loaf you had been looking for, crumbs scattered all around him on the carpet like confetti.

"I can't even be mad at him" you sighed picking him up.

He smiled as he started licking your face, his tail thumping against your arm excitedly as he got your attention and affection.

Lando laughed, quickly taking out his phone to snap a picture of you and Turbo.

"You're going to break the internet with that face, Turbo" Lando said, looking at his phone for a moment.

You laughed, leaning down to press a sweet kiss on the top of his fluffy head.

A couple of hours later, it was late into the evening when you and Lando decided to head to your shared bedroom.

Despite the mischief and endless zoomies, Turbo was the sweetest little cuddle bug when nighttime came. Every night, just like that night, he would climb into bed with you and lay down between you and Lando, waiting for belly scratches.

"This is my favorite part of the day" you said, scratching Turbo's ears as he sighed contentedly.

"Yeah, mine too" Lando said, staring at you two.

What more could he want in life?

♡♡♡♡♡

As the weeks passed and Turbo grew, so did the bond between the three of you.

You celebrated every little milestone that he would have: his first trip to the local park where he chased the butterflies and made friends with every dog he came across, every road trip that you guys would take where Turbo would insist on sitting on your lap, every Grand Prix that he would attend as Lando's number 1 fan.

You celebrated and captured every moment.

But you also loved the bond between him and Lando.

One night, after coming home late from a girls' night out, you found Lando lying on the floor with Turbo sprawled across his chest. Lando was whispering softly to him, his voice filled with affection for his little best buddy

"You know, you're the best decision I've ever made. But don't tell your mother I said that, she'll get jealous" he said, running is fingers through Turbo's soft fur.

"I heard that" you called from the doorway, grinning widely as Lando looked up sheepishly.

Lando reached out to you, prompting you to sit down next to him, smiling once Turbo got up from Lando's chest and settled on your lap.

"Traitor" Lando said, pouting as he lost in your detriment.

You shrugged, sticking your tongue out at him as you cuddled Turbo close to your chest.

"You're both the best decisions I've ever made" Lando whispered under his breath, making sure that neither of you heard him.

He was just grateful for you both.

♡♡♡♡♡

Months later, as you sat on the couch with Lando's arm around your shoulders and Turbo snoring softly in your lap, you realized just how much joy the tiny, scruffy puppy had brought into your lives.

"I have to give you credit. Turbo was the best impulse decision you've ever talked me into making" you murmured, your hand continuing to caress his soft fur.

You felt Lando smile against the top of your head before planting a kiss.

"I told you"

And as Turbo let out a little snort in his sleep, you couldn't imagine your home without him or without Lando by your side.

They were everything you could ever need.

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[therobbycuepitt]

Hi!!! Here's a cute thought. What about The Pitt boys calling you their wife without you guys being married (or engaged because that makes it kinda cuter imo)? What do you think? What would that look like?

Accidentally calling you his "Wife"

Okay. I only made these for the four main male doctors, so this doesn't include nurses or med students. Sorry! ((but let me know if you want me to add them and I can do a part 2!))

Robby

He's making casual conversation with an older man in one of the rooms. At a rare day in the ED, transitioning patients to their respective departments above the usual chaotic floor of the Emergency Room was going smoothly--patients waited at three hours minimun to get seen, and Gloria wasn't up his ass for anything she can think under the sun.

"My sweet Jenny was a nurse. She loved her job, used to patch me up real good better than any doctor--no offense, Doc," his patient says with a laugh. Robby chuckles but keeps his hands steady, continuing his sutures. "None taken."

"My wife's the only one I trust around here," boasting wasn't Robby's thing but thinking about you always puts a little puff in his chest.

"Oh don't listen to my husband, Mr. Danvers. He'd be a chimney the way he blows so much smoke up my ass," your voice claims the small room. Robby stills in his seat, blushing all shades of red. His patient lets out a huge belly laugh.

"She's a firecracker, Doc. Don't lose her."

Jack

A rowdy group of hockey fans got into a bar fight, resulting in multiple minor injuries--mostly cuts and bruises.

'The Pens suck!'

'The last time your team won the cup, Facebook wasnt even invented yet!' the two groups, which were Stars and Pens fans by the symbols on their jerseys, shouted back and forth between two rooms. Unfortunately for you, you were stuck with the Away team while Parker took care of the Home team.

"You sure you don't want to sub in there, Doc?" the officer--who brought the two groups in, stands beside Jack and John, watching the chaos like it was the most entertaining show on television.

"Nah, my wife's got it. She's tough," Jack smirks a bit when you send him a wink, silently telling him you've got it handled.

Shen chokes on his iced coffee. "Like, 'work wife' , right?"

Frank

"Hey, sweet cheeks. Wanna give me a sponge bath?" Frank leans on the center bay, head hanging low between his shoulders. He glances at Myrna over his shoulder--her usual self cuffed to her wheelchair, giving him a flirty smile.

Turning around to face her, he crosses his arms and chides, "I don't think my wife, would appreciate you flirting with me, Myrna."

"Never saw a ring on it, champ. I can be real flexible," she purrs with her gravely voice, one foot extending infront of her with hands seductively inching her hospital gown up her thigh. You catch the conversation from the curtain behind Myrna, pulling it back you catch Frank’s wide eyes.

"I'll only let you borrow him if you ask nicely, Myrna."

Shen

Shen has a problem, and its called caffeine. He wouldn't say he's addicted to it, no. But if he were, he would probably blame you for putting him on the iced coffee bender. You both have sort of schedule down for who gets coffee for who on alternate days of the week. It's kind of a way to test out new coffee shops around the area and try new blends.

'Super late. Dunkin good?' he texts you, speed walking down the street to the said establishment. His phone dings with a text from you with just a thumbs up emoji. He scans the doughnut display while he waits his turn in line, mentally telling himself to add your favorite round treat to the order.

Approaching the register, his phone goes off with your name flashing on the screen while he gives the worker his coffee order.

"John, could you get me a-"

"Yes. I know, I know. Hey, man. Can you add a Boston for my wife, please," his hand freezes mid reach to his jacket's pocket for his wallet. His phone, which was pressed between his left ear and shoulder, almost slips when he hears you giggling at the other end of the line. The cashier clears his throat, and John quickly recovers, finally getting his card out to pay.

"I... don't know why I said that."

[sweetcalebb]

Xavier finding the hickeys he left 🌙

he knows he shouldn't, but he can't help but leave just a few more <33

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You weren't sure what time it was when you finally woke up. Dawn, maybe. A subtle light bled in through your curtains, casting your room in a soft, silvery glow.

You yawned, muscles tensing with a stretch, but you paused halfway when you felt him.

Xavier.

Warm. Soft. Heavy.

He was all too comfy, sprawled out on your bed, hair tousled, breath steady, and his arm draped over your stomach like it belonged there.

You didn't move.

Just tilted your head slightly, letting your body relax as you traced your eyes over him.

You took in the little purse of his lips before smiling to yourself. God, how was it possible Xavier was even cuter like this—with his face all squished into your pillows?

Your eyes drifted lower, trying to appreciate every detail of this moment—of him, when you caught something else.

Fresh, but faint hickeys right over the swell of your breasts. And if you could manage to crane your neck even further, some on your collar.

Your mouth fell open. "Are you kidding me..?" You poked at the bruises, a quiet sting spreading underneath your fingers. You groaned. "Xavier.."

Of course.

You had a mission in three days—one that required you to dress up, one that you had a cocktail dress for. A neckline.

Goddd.

Sure, you could fix this with makeup, but it would've been nice not to have to worry about it all evening. Thinking, "Is the makeup coming off?" "Is it blotchy?" etc.

You shifted slightly, gently jabbing Xavier in his ribs. "Xavier."

Nothing.

You sighed, poking him again. "Xavier, wake up."

He finally let out a small groan, but he didn't lift his head. Just curled his hand around your waist and tugged you close, nuzzling his face in your arm.

You tried again, softer this time. "Xav.."

"Mmnnh." He slowly cracked his eye open.

"Look what you did," you said quickly, pointing at the hickeys just above your bra, then at the ones at your collar.

Finally, Xavier lifted his head, eyes squinted and still heavy with sleep. When he saw the marks, he blinked. Then again. Once. Twice. But the marks were still there, still coloring your skin a pretty red.

His eyes flickered up to yours, his brows drawn together with concern. "I did that?" His voice was hoarse, still raspy from the lack of use.

You couldn't help the quiet little smile that tugged at your lips. You wanted to be a little mad at least. But how could you be?

Damn your stupidly cute boyfriend.

"Mhmm."

Xavier sat up slightly, his eyes glued to the faint red across your skin. He didn't remember leaving them there. He remembered biting, kissing, and licking, but he didn't remember leaving hickeys.

Maybe it was just his sleep-addled mind that made him forget, but he knew this: they looked good on you.

Pretty, even.

He paused when that thought trickled in.

Was it wrong to think that? To like the way you looked with his own handiwork imprinted in your skin?

He glanced up at you, leaning in until his nose brushed against your chest. He almost nuzzled into you then. You were just so warm. So comfortable.

But he stayed there. Just a hair's breadth away from you. He hesitated, his chest tightening, then he asked, "Are you.. mad at me?"

Your eyes softened. "I'm not mad."

Xavier let out a breath of relief as he leaned in. "Good." He inhaled your scent like it was the best thing he'd ever had. "Because they look really nice."

Your breath caught in your throat. "The hickeys?"

"Mhmm," Xavier hummed, kissing over the marks he'd left. He grazed his teeth against your skin, almost like he thought about marking the same spots before deciding against it. "I can't promise I won't leave more."

Heat dripped down your stomach.

"Xav." It was meant to be a warning, but it came more like a laugh than anything else.

Xavier heard it though, the slight edge that clung to his nickname. Still, that didn't stop him. He kissed up your chest, lips finding the sensitive skin of your collar. "You said you weren't mad," he breathed.

"I'm not…" You swallowed hard, mindlessly tilting your head up to give him more access. "I just..."

"Let me give you a little more then."

Your breath hitched.

His words were soft, almost pleading. Like if you said stop, he'd stop. No questions, no whiny little protests, nothing. He would pull back, apologize with a soft kiss to your forehead, and that would be that.

But you weren't stopping him.

Instead, you were tugging him closer, even as you breathed out some weak reminder. "My mission."

Shit.

Xavier paused and pulled back, eyes raking over the red marks.

He'd completely forgotten about your mission. He would've been more conscious about leaving hickeys otherwise. Maybe..?

Probably not.

What was he supposed to do though? You looked so good with his mouth burned into your skin. He wanted to see you with a few more hickeys. Just a little more.

"Then I'll leave them somewhere only you and I can see," he murmured, his hands sliding down your waist as he dipped his head and dragged his mouth over your stomach.

You watched him, your eyes dilated and your lips parted with uneven breaths.

Xavier paused when his lips reached just above your navel, waiting.

"Can I?" he asked, his fingers flexing against your skin.

You sighed, tilting your head back with a nod.

At that, Xavier nipped and sucked at your skin, his mouth eager. He would hum low in his throat whenever he successfully decorated your skin with a red blemish.

He didn't mean to get carried away, but now that he was tasting your skin, he didn't want to stop. You were so sweet. So.. addicting.

By the time he finally managed to tear his mouth away, your stomach and hips were a mess of angry red marks.

Xavier smiled to himself, his gaze running over the hickeys appreciatively while his fingers danced along your skin, tracing them.

He glanced up, his smile turning more sheepish now, almost like he was embarrassed by what he had just done.

Xavier slowly slipped back between your legs and tucked his head under your chin. "I'll help you cover these for the mission," he whispered, burrowing his face into your chest. "I promise."

You huffed, blinking up at your ceiling.

You were weak.

So incredibly weak for him.

It was almost laughable.

"And the ones you just left?"

You felt his lips curl up against your skin. "Like I said," he started, his voice already laced with sleep, "those can be between you and me."

You huffed out a laugh. "You're impossible."

"Mmn."

You paused, your eyes darting down. Was he seriously already falling asleep again? After so confidently marking you up a second time?

His back rose and fell with his even breaths. You even thought you could feel his heart beat slowing against your stomach.

"Xavier?"

"Mmn."

He was falling back asleep.

You let out a small sigh, bringing your hands up to his head and scraping your nails along his scalp just the way he liked. He really was impossible.

"20 more minutes," you said. "Then we have to get up for work."

"Mhm."

Your heart squeezed. Xavier was way too damn cute when he was like this—devastatingly needy yet quiet all in one. Made you want to stay in bed, curled up with him the rest of the day and ignore everything else.

God, that sounded nice.

This was good enough though. For now, at least.

a/n: i'm thinking about figure skater zayne 😛

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

i’m such a sucker for sulky jealous jae, so can we get sweets tutoring new incoming brothers (jisung?) and he has a lil crush on her like haechan did, but it’s sweet and innocent, and she sees him as her baby, a sweet younger boy to help out, but to jaehyun he’s a jealous boy bc some little new kid is getting sweets attention

Sweets 🤝 You guys

causing Jae stress

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[3:01 pm]

(cw: f!reader, threats of violence)

Fratboy!Jaehyun wouldn't have ever thought that he'd be jealous of a freshman. A pledge. A dumb one at that, yet here he was, jealous of Park Jisung. Some pledge that he was hoping would fail every test set before him. Recite every house on Greek Row? More like, recite the address of every school in the city. Recite the Greek Alphabet? Well, why stop at just Greek? Why not every other Mediterranean language while he's at it!

Jaehyun knew that Jisung failing wouldn't be the case though. Stupid Jisung who had been studying with you and stealing your attention for a while week now, so there was clearly no way he was going to fail. He could hear your gorgeous voice now, repeating all the Greek letters in the alphabet, pausing so Jisung's annoying, grating voice could repeat them.

He watches you from the kitchen where you sit cross legged on the nice rug the Nu Chi girlfriends had picked out with Jisung sitting adjacent to you. You smile, far too warmly Jaehyun thinks, at Jisung, "alright now you try."

Jisung blushes, ducking his head as he begins to repeat the alphabet. Even Jaehyun has to admit that he does pretty decent until this little dummy says, "kappa, lambda, M, nu..."

Your giggle rings through the air as you stop Jisung with a gentle hand on his shoulder. He can see Jisung's shoulders raise with bashfulness and his cheeks flush all over again, turning even brighter red as you tell him, "oh, you're just the cutest thing ever! Alright, I know it looks like an M, but its actually mu. You'll be fine though, you just have to recite the letters, not identify them."

Jaehyun can't help but zero in on where your hand touches Jisung, your words echoing in his head, 'cutest thing ever!' How is this scrawny freshman even cuter than your own boyfriend? If anything, it's your fault that he's smart now! He can go back to being dumb if that's what you think is cute! Fine! He'll fail his business classes that he needs to graduate. He'll lose all his muscle too, but you can't complain when the abs are gone or you have no more bicep muscle to bite! You've forced his hand!

Jisung ducks his head nervously, "ha, thank you, Sweets. I-I'm sorry, I know I'm just a pledge. Is it alright if I call you that? I can call you by your name if you'd like. Maybe Sweetheart, or um- I've heard Jaehyun call you Sweet Girl. I mean, that sounds a bit intimate, and you are very sweet. And a girl. I think you're one of the sweetest girls I've ever met and you're really pretty- um. I need to shut up now."

Your face falls into a pout as coo, hands reaching out to squeeze Jisung's cheeks. Jaehyun feels bitter envy bubbling in his stomach. You have only ever squeezed his cheeks like this like four times! That's not even a full hand's worth! And you've been together for like two years now! His body is just itching to move across the room and punch Jisung for flirting with you. He can at least flirt well, it's what you deserve at the very least...

However, as the mature senior that he is, Jaehyun doesn't resort to violence. He knows that you wouldn't choose Jisung over him. You've told him that you just think Jisung is cute like a child, and Jisung is shit at flirting anyway. There's no way his nerdy, awkward, bumbling rambling would ever convince you to leave your Adonis of a boyfriend.

Jaehyun sighs quietly, refocusing his thoughts as he listens to Jisung recite the alphabet slowly, his eyes staring at the ceiling as he tries to recall. As jealous as he feels, Jaehyun also feels a little proud. You're going to be such a great teacher. He knows it. You're doing such a great job helping Jisung, probably employing a bunch of methods from your classes that Jisung hasn't picked up on. Maybe not cooing at your students and squeezing their cheeks... but he knows you mean well.

Jaehyun nearly jumps out of his skin, when he hears, "want me to kill him?"

"Geez! No, Haechan! What the hell is your problem?!"

[cheeseceli]

When you have plushies

Pairing: Ot8!skz × Gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, reactions

Request: so if skz had a partner who sleeps / collects plushies??? maybe also add a little where the reader is a tad bit embarrassed of it?

Warnings: none

A/n: if you saw this when I posted it for the first time no you didn't!

Bang Chan

Y'KNOW THAT LAUGH OF HIS

The one that's so adorable and it looks like a giggle while his eyes are like crescent moons

THAT ONE

It's the one he gives you while he tries to understand that somehow he is dating the most adorable human being in the whole world

He literally has no problem if you want to sleep with them, will reassure you when it comes to that

"Do you think I can take one of your plushies with me for the tour? It'd make me feel closer to you"

Lee Know

Of course he will tease you

That's like one of the things that are included in his boyfriend package: relentless teasing

He will stop immediately if he sees that you aren't feeling it though

Will take a picture of you cuddling your favourite teddy bear and set it as his phone's wallpaper

AND will buy you some plushies and put them in his dorm

So you can feel more comfortable even when you're away from your own collection

Will never admit but he cuddles with it when he misses you

"Dori was sleeping with the plushie I bought for you. I'm going to send you a pic"

Changbin

Now that he knows, there is nothing stopping him from buying you thousands of plushies

Your collection will double in less than a month if you let him (please let him)

Might even buy some matching ones so you guys can share something in common

But he'll feel a little betrayed if you don't cuddle him to sleep and instead hug the teddy bear

"Why are you cuddling a plushie when you have me right here?? Like, c'mon now!!"

Hyunjin

You know those things where you can make a teddy bear from scratch and then gift it to someone?

He would do that for you😭

Would probably gift you a personalised plushie in your first valentine's

But overall he finds it adorable

Laughs endearingly every time he sees you sleeping while cuddling one

But will not lose the opportunity to replace the plushie and hug you throughout the night

"Would you rather have a dog or a bear as a plushie? No specific reason"

Han

Wants to give names to some of them lmao

And finds you 200% cuter because of it

Like, he knew you were adorable but you always surpass his expectations somehow

And if you get embarrassed abou it he finds you even cuter

But will make sure you don't have a reason to be embarrassed

He will throw himself in the pile of plushies, feeling like he's in heaven and making sure you knows he likes this side of you as well

"This one looks just like you! Oh my God, it's literally you"

Felix

HE LOVES IT

And he would be so casual about it as well??

Like, you'd be kinda scared of his reaction but then he's just the kindest about this

Wants to know about their names and stories you might have about them

The kind of guy who'd stitch one of them if they need to get repaired (I love him btw)

Tries to win plushies for you in those claw machines

"Which one do you want? I'll win it for you"

Seungmin

Is kinda intimidated at first lmao

Like I can see him just standing still while an army of plushies stare at his soul 😭

After the initial shock though I think he'd find it cute

Especially if there is a plushie who kinda looks like him/his skzoo

If that's the case he'll just tease you (while finding it so endearing)

"You should name this one 'Minnie'"

"I'm not naming every single one of my plushies after you"

"Why not?"

I.N

I think he wouldn't react at first, but mostly because he doesn't know what to do

Will you get sad if he teases you? Will you get embarrassed if he says it's cute?

He ends up not saying anything lol

Acts like he sees a huge collection of plushies every day

Might give you some plushies as gifts after finding out

"I just bought a very cute teddy bear in Japan. I'm giving it to you once I come back home."

Dividers by @cafekitsune

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[bountycancelled]

OPLA characters reacting to a sweet, girly reader who turns out to be a a ruthless fighter

genre: headcanons, fem! reader, kinda suggestive??, idfk just read it bro

requested: nope, but reqs are open! pls, for the love of god, request for the opla♡

feat: zoro, sanji

a/n: reader's feminine but not female if that makes sense, only witting again because I'm obsessed with the one piece live action. also, this may be a little ooc, since I haven't watched the anime/read the manga, sorry about that! also, if you wanna be added to my perm taglist, pls feel free to ask!

☆ZORO☆

when you first joined the crew, zoro was immediately unsure of what exactly you brought to the table. I mean, they already had a swordsman, a sharp shooter, a navigator, a dumb cook and a captain/motivational speaker. so what were you doing here?

from luffy's explanation of you, he was aware that you were a good fighter, but he had never seen you in action.

the only things he had seen from you were stuffed animals laying around the ship, pastel outfits he could spot for miles, and bows that had been put in his hair while he slept.

he was tolerant of you at best, and straight up apathetic at worst, but finally, there came a time where someone tried picking a fight with you since you seemed like an easy target while you were walking with him and nami.

although he wasn't particularly fond of you (lies), he still felt the need to defend you as a crewmate, but the ass whooping you gave the stranger made him freeze in place.

there was blood splatter on your pretty face, deep red sploches of your cute clothes, and a look of pure hatred in your eyes. and you had never looked more beautiful in zoros eyes.

that was the first time zoro had ever smiled at you. sure, he had slightly smirked at your cuter tendencies, but in that moment he was truly smitten with you.

from that day, zoro wanted to train with you. what you lacked that he had in experience, you made up for in absolute cruelty when fighting. you were quick, agile and you weren't afraid to make zoro hurt, and he loved every second of it.

zoro would sometimes smile when he saw bruising on his body from his time training with you but catch himself and go stone faced immediately. no, he was not falling for you, absolutely not.

except he was, and the next time you showed up by his side with a slight limp, some tears in your cotton candy coloured clothes, blood all over you, and a sadistic smile on your face, he would tell you as much.

SANJI♡

sanji is unsurprisingly, enamoured by you the second you join the straw hats.

I'm talking, looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky, cheesy and constant compliments like "you're cuter than any of your stuffed animals, yn-swan~" and even brushing up on his baking skills to bake you aesthetically pleasing sweet treats that always put a smile on your face.

if I'm being completely honest, it doesn't bother him that he doesn't know exactly what your strengths are, you could be amazing at everything like barbie or you could literally not know night from day and he'd still admire you all the same.

one day, you're wearing bottoms that are on the shorter side not that sanji minds at all and you're out exploring the island you're at with him by your side, holding all your bags because in his words "angels don't do hard labour when he's around" when someone decides to hit on you.

you reject them politely, but when they make a less than appropriate comment about your outfit, you click your tongue and shake your head, readying yourself to hospitalise someone.

sanji's mood switches to one of being happy because he's around you to one of murderous intent the second this rando tries you, but you already have them wheezing on the floor with broken nose before sanji can even lift his leg off of the ground.

you're back to usual self, fixing the bow on your hair while complaining about how fucking hard it is to get blood stains off of your clothes, while sanji is thinking about how fucking hard he is

safe to say that this heartless, terrifying side of you makes sanji fall even harder and question whether or not he's a masochist.

he'll still insist on doing things like carrying you anywhere (most of your shoes you impractical as fuck, but style>functionality always) lifting things for you and treating you like a piece of fine china because that's exactly what you deserve, no matter how badass you are.

only difference is, now he'll never come to aid when it comes to kicking ass, because he enjoys seeing you take people to heaven and back more than anything.

he compliments now range from "omg you are the most adorable, lovable, doll-like angel I've ever seen" to "please punch me, step on me, make my nose bleed, choke me-" and he's now ten times more annoying about you than he was before, which no one thought was possible.

believe me when I say that images of you in frilly outfits with your eyes gleaming like diamonds eveytime you make someone bleed occupy 90% of his thoughts. (the other 10% is all things cooking, of course.)

[hyuny-bunny]

what are your thoughts on skz with a dumb s/o? like genuinely ditzy and little absentminded and forgetful, but you’re still such a sweetheart. makes them wonder how dumb you’ll go on their cocks.

skz + dumb s/o

MDNI(18+): suggestive, nsfw, corruption kink, dumb kink ?, finger sucking, oral, penetration.

love this ask so much, it's not something i've thought much about before but here you go ! :3

chan: oh he dotes on you sooooo much. in the beginning he thought it was just a cute quirk but as you became more serious he realized... you really are just ditzy. he can't lie that he has to hold back on the days you can't help saying "huh?" or "hmm?" to everything but it sounds so saccharine from you. he loves the duality of it though. he can dote on you with how cute your whims are then flip you into a submissive state. even more so when he decides to pin you down in the backseat of his car putting your pretty mouth to good use. chastising you with "pretty baby so cock dumb hmm? only good for sucking me off huh?" with your response being your typical "hmm?" but your mouth stuffed with cock instead. even with your whimpers to take more of him in your mouth, he's happy to oblige holding your pretty face in his hands to use your mouth.

minho: as 1/3 of paboracha, he's never minded. intially i think he would think consider them as one off moments like asking the same question twice in a 2 second span. he might look at for a solid momemt with those cat blinking stares, processing that you're serious. he finds it cute though!! maybe quietly giggling to himself before kissing you on the forehead in passing. he likes it even more so when you're too cock dumb from him making you ride him while he coos and pets you like he does a cat. after trying to tease him all day with sex and suggestive groping. he only let you ride his thigh before caving into you enough to give you his cock after you begged him so nicely. "jagiya, use your words hm? too dumb to speak now hmm?" he'll say while thrusting up into you pretending he's not paying you any attention

changbin: loves loves loves how ditzy you are. he likes playing into the idea that he's just as much brain as he is brawn to you. especially when you're so absentminded with your surroundings in public. maybe there's someone being creepy towards you in a cafe, he's clocked them in already wrapping a protective arm around. you pick up in his protectiveness and to find your answer is being stared down with daggers by binnie. you're hero, savior! you have to reward him with the best head he'll ever had so you're happily taking him in your mouth once your home. he's got you on his cock taking him all the way down his throat while he coaxes you into fitting it all in your mouth "stupid angel always needs time to come to rescue mmh rewards me so sweetly."

hyunjin: 2/3 of paboracha coming in. he'd never think you were outright dumb, ditzy ? oblivious ? yes. he himself has no room to judge, you'd probably have him questioning himself on multiple occasions. you're probably just a little more oblivious around him, which he doesn't mind one bit. he kinda finds it cute how little though you probably give to so many things. he finds it even cuter when he's able to convince you to wear an outfit he picked out for you, one that of course will give him easy access to tease you in public. it was supposed to be cute picnic in secluded area of the park, until he had you laid out on the blanket taking his cock from behind shoving strawberry in your mouth & sucking fingers to shut you up. "shhh my love, don't want people to find us okay? can't let them see how stupid you were to let me take you like this"

han: going 3 for 3 with paboracha here. another one who dotes on your ditzy nature. i could see him with a s/o that's a little more clumsy. maybe you're always scraping a knee, bumping into sharp corners, burning yourself while cooking/baking, or just straight up walking into glass doors or poles. whatever the case may be he's there holding out his arms to soothe you, giving you kisses all over your face. he finds out how easy it is to convince you to the dumbest things. like convincing you that if you let him go down on you, his headache will go away or you're sore throat from the concert last night will feel sooooo much better if you blow him. that by swallow his cum, it'll feel & tase better then honey. "that's it's, good, suck me dry baby i promise you'll feel better. we might have to try a few loads of cum for it to work, k? just focus on taking it all though." his head thrown back while shoving you further on his cock.

felix: he likes that your so absentminded and ditzy. it make its so easy for him to impress you. especially when he has you sitting like a curious cat on his bed while you watch him build his new PC. your eyes sparking with excitement as he completes each step. or even when you watch him bake his recipes from scratch. doe eyed while you sit perched on the counter making your favorite brownies! he'd take a finger coated in the batter letting you lick off his fingers which only leads to him fucking you on the counter while he makes you choke on his batter covered fingers, "doesn't your orgasm feel so much better when you have something so sweet in your mouth mm? maybe let's watch you suck me off with the batter on my cock since you like my fingers so much?"

seungmin: mean dom seung *sigh*. he loves you to death but god you make it so easy for him to tease you. you're not a quick as he is, whether it's his snarky remarks or quick reactions to things he knows. you try to learn baseball, not actually playing but you know the basic rules. you want to try to at least understand what goes in the game. you're not the best but your attempts don't go unnoticed. even when someone hits a home-run but you're shouting goal so confidently it has him falling to his knees in laughing clutching his stomach because you genuinely meant it. he calls you the nth member of paboracha but in bed you're his dumb cock slut, taking him so good you're babbling nonsense. " what was that slut ? did you say something ? aren't you too dumb for words? " he'd condescendingly say before slamming himself into you once more.

jeongin: bark. sorry i love him so badly. he takes your ditzy nature as naiveness. whether or not that's the case, he'll treat it that way. even when you try to argue over something you know already he'll talk to you so sweetly like he's done such a good job of teaching you. maybe you're trying to learn japanese and his fluency helps you but he'll tsk you if he's in a particular mood. maybe you're out in japan gawking, 'ooh'ing and 'aww'ing at each store and you're curiosity almost gets you dragged in a male host club. so jeongin decides you need a break for a few hours so he checks you into a love hotel (unbeknownst to you) where he'd spend the next 2 hours or so talking down in your ear while he plays with you between your legs. haughtily scolding you for every single thing that's led to this moment, " i thought you knew better ? you have to listen to me jagiya, there's so many people out there that just want to use you hmm. guess i'll just have to show you." all before bending you over and smooshing your face into the pillow to abuse your hole with his cock, crying out for him to let you cum. chastising you until he's felt you learned you lesson.

[cyb3r-kn1fe]

Yanderes realizing their MC is just as fucking insane as they are: Part 1 - Ren Edition

With the amount of cameras bitch boy has around your apartment, I think he'd notice your fun little tendencies a little quicker than the others. At first, it was little things: getting snippy with the barista after she had her grubby little fingers far too close to Ren for your liking, or the way you'd glower over your laptop for hours on end after the date. Ren had access to everything in your apartment, of course, so maybe he knew your course of action before you did. And therefore, wasn't all that surprised when the girl's face popped up on the news later that week, suspected missing. In fact, he was ecstatic. His Angel was just as bat shit crazy for him as he was about them. God, could you get any cuter?!

He may have egged on the next one, he could admit that, but he really wanted to see how far you'd go, maybe even see it with his own eyes. So, maybeeeeee, he let the girl at the park fawn over his hair a bit too long. He hated every second of it, but could you blame him?! That murderous look in your eye was to die for! You almost sent him to his knees then and there, ready to propose again. He followed this time. You looked adorable in your little get up, all dressed in black and gorgeously prepared to end the night in blood. He would've interrupted your beautiful work if he hadn't see the look of pure joy on your face. Dammit, he wanted to kiss you!! It's not fair! He decided to wait a bit, surprise you. He waited until you got rid of the body (and you were so pretty when you did, knowing exactly what you were doing), waited for you to bundle up your tools and clothes, waited for you to stalk back home like a little mouse, waited for you to realize he wasn’t in bed.

And then he showed you just how much he loved you.

[importantstudentbusinessspy-blog]

Academia

Masterlist

Pairing: Aged up Damian Wayne x f reader

Tags: academic setting, rivals to lovers, friends with benefits, smut, fingering, edging, oral, p in v,

You guys have been in the same program for a year now. Being who he was and having the skills, family, and privilege he had, Damian was used to getting what he wanted. He could tell you wanted him too. There were the obvious signs like the pink blush under your glasses coloring your cheeks whenever he'd challenge a point you raised during your physics lecture. Then there were some hidden signs like the way your breathing would pick up whenever he made his presence known. To any clueless passerby wouldn't think twice of it, but for someone like him who'd trained in the art of detective work - you were practically panting.

Every day, you came into your lab dressed pristine like you were in some prep school. Today, you wore a white button-up tucked into a plaid skirt, dark leggings, and some leather shoes that looked like they belonged on a doll. Damian grinded his teeth, grasping at his bicep as he watched you make your way to your seat, ignoring something his friend, Felix, was saying about their previous night's escapades. So prim and proper. Always. He wanted to tear that skirt off you. He wanted to untie the bow, holding your hair in a ponytail. He'd let you keep your glasses, thinking they made you look so, so cute. He wanted to see how much cuter you would be disheveled and writhing under him.

"Are you boys coming to tonight's kegger?" A feminine voice spoke up, and his view of you was disrupted by a pair of women taking their seat at the table in front of Damian and Felix.

"Kappa is hosting!" One of the girls, Joanna excitedly spoke. "It's gonna be fun! Damian?"

"Hmm?" Damian raised a brow distractedly before remembering what was just said at him. "Oh, sure. I might need to leave early, but I'll drop by."

The second girl, Marcy, tisked, pursing her lips in mock dissappointnent. "You always leave the parties early! I swear to God you're like the only sophomore I know who's bedtime is at 10 pm!"

Sure, he was fine with them thinking that. Most nights, Damian went off to patrol gotham with his brothers and father. Sometimes, he went to meet with his mother and granfather. But he still wanted the campus experience. He still made an effort to show up.

"Yeah, Wayne tech isn't going to run itself when Daddy retires." Felix jabs, leaning back and giving Damian a cocky sideways glance.

Damian turns to him, unbothers and winks. "You know it won't."

Joanna and Marcy both flush red in their cheeks. Damian presumes it has something to do with the reminder of his bloodline and power, which Felix just provided, in an attempt to put him down. From his peripheral vision he can see Felix's shoulders slump as the man realized he fumbled his goal. It's okay, tiger, there's always next time.

"Is y/n going?"

Marcy tilts her head. "Who?"

Damian nods towards you, sitting a couple rows below them and reviewing your notes. From where he sat, he could see your writing was organized but not neat at all. You were in the wrong major.

The girls follow his gaze to you and share a look.

"We didn't ask everyone yet." Marcy nudges Joanna, who goes down to talk to you.

Damian watches as you look up from your notes as Joanna talks to you, nodding along with what she's saying before politely smiling and shaking your head before turning back to your notes. Joanna nodded and walked back up to rejoin the group. She opened her mouth to speak, Damian was eager to hear the excuse you offered, but at that moment, your professor walked into the lecture hall.

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"Y/n,"

You turned away from your phone and towards the source of the masculine voice that's just spoken to you. A tall, broad shouldered freshmen who you came to know by now strutted out of your lecture hall, hand clutching the strap of his bag while the other was in his jean pocket.

Damian wayne had caught your eye fairly easily - as you're sure he did with everyone else. For starters, he was the only man in your engineering major who didn't come to class everyday in sweatpants.

You detested the inequality you saw each day, where girls put an effort to dress nice, no matter how they felt and guys just gave up. We were representing the future of our country, you once thought while cringing at your freshmen year gathering, if we cant even dress ourselves well, how are we supposed to inherit our responsibilities well.

Damian was a breath of fresh air. He typically wore some variation of neat button ups or golf tees tucked into his jeans, and the sleeves usually rolled up, emphasizing muscular, tattooed forearms The top button was typically undone, showcasing his necklace, the symbol of which you were unsuccessful in spotting, above a hard muscle chest. Sometimes, he wore his signature leather jacket, creating an image that had popped up more than once in your head before falling asleep. He also smelled like some sage.

Today, Damian went the casual route with a Gotham University hoodie and jeans falling into classic black Converse. He exceled at his rugged look. Facial features sharp as usual, with angular eyebrows that often give him a serious, brooding expression, like his father often held in conferences. Black hair swept slightly forward. His green eyes were always striking. They mesmerized you when you first met him, and they mesmerized you still.

"Damian, hi." You said, gathering your textbooks in your arms. "How are you?"

"I heard you're not coming to today's kegger at Kappa." He didn't answer your question.

"No, I can't tonight." Or any other night, until I graduate, you wanted to add.

"I haven't been seeing you much around lately," he raised a sharp brow.

You grasped your textbook against your chest, chuckling nervously. "Yeah, I went and got myself the idea of doing a double major. And now since we're sophomores, I have a whole year to catch up on. So I spend most of my free time studying."

"What's the other major?"

"Math. Statistics and probability." You said, then opened your mouth to tell him you'll see him around.

"How come?" He beat you to it. Students and faculty were making their way past you in the hall, and you made sure to get out of their way. Damian hadn't moved an inch.

"Uhm, it's kind of a long story."

In truth, interning at Wayne Tech for the summer has been eye-opening. You loved getting to work with the engineers developing weapons and defense systems, but you also found yourself constantly curious about the work the data analysts did. It didn't take long to realize you found their skills and knowledge in predicting contingencies to every possible outcome really cool and wanting some of it for yourself. The next week, you went to your academic advisor and asked how you could do a double major.

"Come to the party tonight." He ordered. "We'll have plenty of time."

"I..." you rushed to refuse but his gaze wasn't leaving room for argument.

"Come to the party. And tell me what possibly inspired you to take up maths and physics simultaneously." He took a step closer to you, crowding your space. You swallowed nervously, looking around to see if anyone was watching you. He gazed down at you.

You nodded, swallowing nervously, then something caught your eye. There was a bandage on his neck, just below his ear. "What happened to your neck?"

"I'll see you tonight." He brushed past you and kept walking to his next class.

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Damian dropped his gym bag in the trunk of his Camaro and slamed it shut before making his way up the busy street on frat row. It was still early in the night, but Kappa's party was already in full swing. People were out on the lawn, on the porch, and the muffled music from inside the house could be heard down the street.

Someone offered Damian a drink, which he politely waved off as his keen eyes searched the first floor for a particular person. It didn't take long, surely enough he zeroed in on you, standing with your drink awkwardly linking hands with a girl he remembered to be your roommate, Alice. You exchanged your sweater and skirt for a t-shirt over a maroon colord silk dress. You let your hairdown, styled in perfect curls, one side pinned up by a maroon pin. Ever the color coordinating type, Damian snorted.

"You came," he approached you slowly.

You offered him a timid smile. "To be honest, you intimidated me into thinking I had to."

He raised a brow, pursing his lips. "Good."

He then turned to your roommate, tilting his head towards you. "Mind if I take her for a moment?"

Beside you, Alice gave you both a knowing look. "Take her for longer than that." Before gently unlinking your hands and walking off somewhere.

Damian tilted his head towards the window behind you. "It's nice out, wanna go for a drive?"

You followed his gaze to a black, shiny Camaro parked out front, and you felt your face flush. Did you just get offered a ride in Damian Wayne's muscle car?

"Umm, I wasn't planning on staying long -" you began.

"Just long enough to tell me why you changed your major."

"I didn't change it, I'm doing an additional -"

"Tell me in the car," he says and takes you by the hand, leading you to some cheers and hollers from your classmates and fellow program students. Some are patting Damian on the back, others are catcalling the two of you for being the "fist fuck of the night". You're in disbelief that even in college, people behave like they're in high-school. Damian mostly ignores them. You avoid eye contact as much as you can.

When you two are seated and on the road, you're still as tense as always. You turned to look at him in the drivers seat. Always so at ease, with one hand on the wheel, the other resting between your seats, ringed fingers tracing a pattern on the skirt of your dress.

"Where are we going?" You ask.

He doesn't meet your eyes, watching the highway intently. "My place."

"Oh, umm." Your heart picks up and you feel a tingle between your legs and especially on that spot where his finger is fidgeting. "I'm - Damian I think you're really nice. Definitely attractive," you babble nervously.

"Thank you."

"And what's more is you're smart, and that ticks off a lot of boxes." You continue.

"Does it?"

"And from a well off family."

"Very much."

You go on, unable to stop yourself. "I mean, I'm so flattered. I could do so much worse."

"So much worse." He supplies.

"But I'm just in a state in my life where I'm not really looking for a relationship." You scratch behind your ear. "Which is true, I'm not just saying it to you, I said the same to another guy who asked me out last week."

"Who asked you out last week?"

You saw his hand tense around the wheel, and your eyes widened. "No one! It doesn't matter since I'm not really dating right now."

"Who said anything about dating?" He asked.

You blinked at him. "Huh?"

"Sweetheart," he turns to face you, the speedometer showing the speed excelerating as you two merge onto the highway. "I'm not interested in dating you either."

"Damian, watch the road, please." Your hand shoots to the handle bard as your breathing speeds up. "A- and then why are we going to yours?"

You turn away from the highway and back to face him only to see the smirk he's giving you. "What?"

"Why do you think?"

You turn away, unable to hold his heated gaze. "Well..."

"Y/n, I want you. And I know you want me. In order for us to move on happily with our lives, we need to get each other out of our systems. Capiche?"

Not expecting such blunt honesty, even though your should be used to it by now, whitnessing it in your joint lecture halls for three semesters now. Your gaze travels down to where his hand is now holding your thigh. Your skin is so warm there. "I... yes. Capiche, I mean."

He grins, turning back to the road. "Good."

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Damian's building was in the upper side of Gotham, where most of the upper class resided. His elevator led straight into the penthouse suite. You followed him into the big room, taking tentative steps and looking around. Like his wardrobe, his apartment was clean and crisp. Every item was organized or folded in its dedicated spot.

"You have a nice place."

"Nicer than the Gotham U dorm room?" He asked from the kitchen, making you snort, covering your mouth.

"You want something to drink?" He asked from the kitchen island.

"No thanks, I'm good." You shook your head.

"Perfect." It took him three strides to reach you. He cupped your face in his hands, lowering to kiss you.

Surprised by his dedication not to wasting time, you were too overwhelmed to resist as he walked you back into a wall, all while his lips never leaving yours. His kisses ranged from playful bites of your lips to long licks against your tongue as he tilted his head to fit you against each other like two puzzle pieces.

One of his hands left its place on your cheek to travel down to your shoulder, lowering the strap of your dress and reaching in to lift the t-shirt under it, exposing your maroon colored bralette. Your hands slowly brought themselves to his hair as he moved the cup of your bralette aside, circling your exposed nipple with his finger. You let's out a breathy moan against his lips, and he drew back to assess the "damage."

There you stood, leaning against the wall, panting. Your parted pink lips were shiny with saliva, and your pupils were wide, gazing up at him with a glazed look. The left strap of your dress hung off your shoulder, the left side of your shirt lifted, and your cute breast was exposed, pretty nipple raised in excitement.

Damian felt a surge of extasy gazing at your mouth. "I wanted to mess up that lipstick all day."

Your knees buckled, and you were afraid you were going to fall, only to look down in surprise to see his knee had wedged itself between your thighs. "Why did you stop?"

"I just wanted to see what else I could mess up about your perfect look." He said before his hand traveled to your panties under your dress. "Are you wearing a matching set?"

"Yes," you panted.

Damian raised his brows. "For who?"

"For- ah!" You moaned as his finger found your clit, rubbing slow circles on it. "For me."

He lowered himself onto his knees in front of you and lifted your dress, then you heard a tear and realized he'd just ripped off your panties. You gasped. "Damian! They're expensive!"

"Oh no!" He whined, mimicking you. "Feel free to charge me for your troubles."

"That's not funny - oh!" You tilted your head back as he licked circles around your clit. "I won't forget this." You struggled to say.

"I wasn't kidding." He wispered against your pussy, licking eagerly. "I'll buy you a new pair."

You whimpered, your fingers tightening around his hair as he ate your pussy. "Fine,"

You arched your back, feeling the familiar tremors of orgasm start in your core. "Oh!"

Suddenly, he pulled away before you could reach your climax.

You tanned, looking down at him. "I was close! Why did you stop?"

He gave you a shit-eating grin and shrugged, those green eyes shining with mischief. "I wanted to see your reaction."

You didn't understand him. "Well, umm could you... please..."

"Please...?"

"...Make me come?"

He shrugged again, as if to say 'well see' before spreading your legs and diving in to lick your pussy again.

He eged you three more times. Each time, he stopped just as you were about to climax. You let out a frustrated whine, pouting. "Damian!"

"Y/n!"

"Why are you doing this?"

He stood up to wisper in your ear. "Because you like it."

He lifted you up with ease and carried you to his bedroom, laying you down on his massive bed. Your mind was swimming on oversensitivity and overstimulation that you'd barely registered him taking off his clothes and positioning himself at your entrance. Only when he was on top of you again did you have time to take in his glorious physique. Muscles upon muscles from his arms to his shoulders to his back and his abdomen. When he finally entered you, all of the edging you'd experienced until then made you nearly come simply from the first penetration.

You moaned, arching as your hands grasped against the black silk bedsheets.

Damian groaned above you, causing your ears to vibrate with the erotic sound. You gazed down at you. "You look perfect. Just like this."

You bit your lip, whispering. "Wait, please give me a moment."

"No." He began thrusting slowly.

"Damian, its too much-"

"You can take it. You excel in everything." He let out a sound which was a mix between a moan and a chuckle. "My little perfectionist."

You arched your back, feeling him fill you up. "I'm close again!"

"I know." He smirked, grinding in and out of you. "I know. You're so good, baby. Come for me again."

His hips increased their speed against you. The both of you moaning with each movement. Your nails clawed on his back as you felt him hit your g spot.

"Please, don't stop!" You begged.

"I won't," he panted. "Kiss me," he ordered.

You lifted yourself to meet his lips as he sped up, his finger back on your clit, making you whimper into his mouth, the two of you reaching your orgasm.

That was the last thing you remembered before falling asleep.

[domoz-writes]

Am thinking about non transmigration au where SY discovers his sexuality via 400k of unposted Mobing...

My thoughts are as such:

Right before the end of PIDW Airplane posts an update that basically says "Hey due to a mix of health and personal reasons I won't be able to post for a while sorry!!"

SY, who is in the hospital with horrible food poisoning isn't happy about this!! Something like this right after a cliffhanger??? Really??? And he's not got a lot else to do In the hospital, so he kind of... accidentally... doxxes Airplane...

He was just looking for an account that he thought that hack author would check since he's obviously not looking at zhongdian, honest!!! But it turns out that this person lives somewhat nearby where SY does and is much cuter than he expected some hack author to be

So he maybe goes to wander around the area (its nearby!! He's allowed to go on walks isn't he!!) And as a matter of fact finds Airplane!! Right on the sidewalk!!!

And starts off with a rather aggressive introduction before realizing that his favorite shitty erotica author 1) has obviously healing electrocution burns, 2) is?? Way too skinny? Like on par with SY himself and hes chronically ill, 3) is standing outside a social services office and 4) appears to be carrying everything he owns with him on his back

He immediately feels so guilty that he pivots from angry ranting to guiltily offering him a place to stay or, he can at least pay for a hotel room?? SQH does a very brief amount of mental calculus on if he'd rather deal with government bureaucracy or getting kidnapped and axe murdered by a crazy fan, shrugs, and chooses the latter.

When SQH point out that he can't pay SY back in any way SY tells him that he can pay him back by writing a better novel!!! SQH teases him about being a devoted fan and offers to let him read some unpublished extras and backstory stuff (like SJ & YQY backstory, that sort of thing). Predictably, SY likes this a lot more and complains that it wasn't in the novel, in turn Airplane laments that if more readers were like SY he wouldn't be in this situation in thr first place.

Related: SQH can't update because his laptop is fried. SY claims "to know a guy". SY does not know a guy, but he has money, so... (the files are fine and saved in like 3 different cloud locations, Airplane already learned that lesson)

But PIDW ended on a cliffhanger! SY doesn't want to wait!!! So he bothers Airplane until he finds out that Airplane actually haS two endings waiting in the wings and he still hasn't decided which one to post. Reason being: he's kinda 80% done with writing a sequel of sorts, but he knows if he posts it it will basically get his zhongdian account nuked and remove his chances of making money from it ever again, because the current readers of PIDW would HATE IT

Sy eventually argues that *he's* a reader and that Airplane should let *him* read it and if he deems it good then it's certainly good enough to post!! SQH finds this very funny because SY is not the average PIDW at all, but decides to allow it

The sequel in question is a slow burn romance from Mobei-Juns point of view that leans heavily into drama and political intrigue. He stands by Binghes side and quietly pines and remains loyal and Binghe slowly discovers that devoted loyalty and understanding is actually the thing that makes him happy (vs empty relationships with his many wives)

(Mobei Jun is written in a very grey-ace way, not understanding the carnal desires of other demons but would do anything for Junshang if asked etc etc)

SY ADORES this book and thinks that if it were posted online it would be his #1 favorite. He really relates to MBJ as a protagonist and Binghe is still the best!! And then he is completely blindsided when the two of them have tender emotional gay sex

Being SY, he absolutely tries to justify this to himself as like, aha,what a clever subversion...! You can tell because this sex scene was way better written then all the ones in PIDW, but obviously they aren't gay (He is too flustered to bring this up to Airplane in person despite having no problem doing so with the het stuff)

The novel ends with, like, Bingge sealing away Xin mo and promising to be just as loyal to his general as MBJ is to him, and is very obviously romantic to the point that even SY can't miss it. So he goes back and rereads it to make sure it was actually meant to be a romance (...danmei) novel all along. And then again just to make sure and he's kinda losing his mind a little because he really related to MBJ in this book and... MBJ had gay sex??

Of course you also have the "and they were roommates" situation going on at the same time. The rituals are intricate. Airplane is aware that's he's giving SY some kind of sexuality crisis but he has no idea how intense! He's genuinely fine having an unrequited crush on SY. Homoerotically teasing him is fun and it doesn't have to go further than that! Hes not really in a place to be doing any dating anyways and bro-cuddles have him covered!

Side note: I like the idea of SY being very proud when Airplane gains weight bc its Physical proof that he's taking good care of his friend and also maybe catering to what he finds attractive

When SY finally gets to the point where he asks about his sexuality, Airplane pretty much gives him the "I don't see a point in labels, I just like who I like" speech.

SY who loves categorizing and labeling things: can you do that?? Is that allowed??????

He then gets pointed to Baby's First LGBTQ resource website, and after determining that he's maybe not gay but maybe is something else immediately jumps into googling "how to date your best friend who is also your roommate"

[callalillywrites]

His Little Clothes Thief

Another entry for @steverogersbingo. A2 - Sharing Clothes

I'll admit this one ended up being way cuter than the original idea I had for this prompt, and I may have stretched the prompt a bit to make this work. I'm definitely happy with the results.

Steve Rogers Masterlist | Steve Rogers Bingo | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1034

Summary: You come home to find Steve rummaging through your closet for his favorite shirt. He has plans for it and refuses to be deterred.

Warnings: none; just a lot of fluff

I do not give permission to have my works copied, translated, reposted, or fed into an AI machine.

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"Steven, what do you think you're doing?" you demanded, hands crossed over your chest while you hip rested against the door frame of your closet.

Your boyfriend of nearly three years glanced over his shoulder. His hands stilled on the hoodies hanging in front of him. He had the nerve to give you a knowing looking before returning to what he'd been doing. This time though, he picked up his pace as he sifted through the large collection of hoodies you've amassed.

"I'm looking for my favorite shirt. I know you have it, sweetheart."

You scoffed at the mild accusation in his tone. Sure, you'd been known to 'borrow' some of his clothes from time to time, but you always returned them.

Steve had the nerve to mimic your scoff. "I saw it in your pile when we were doing laundry yesterday. Don't think I don't know you."

"What makes you think I still have it?" you asked, not about to let him win this match so easily. "How do you know it's not hanging up in your closet? You know the door on the other side of our garden tub? The last I checked you have a greater collection of clothes than I do. What makes you so sure I have it?"

"Because, sweetheart," he spared you another exasperated though loving glance, "I already checked my closet, and it's not there. While I do agree I have more clothes than you, I also know what I have and my shirt isn't among what's mine. Your closet is the next logical conclusion."

Realizing he had you there, you stubbornly clung to the idea that you didn't have his shirt. Your gaze swept over the walk-in that you'd claimed the day you two moved in. You were determined to prove him wrong and send him back to his own closet. Not one hanger or shelf was missed in your scrutiny, so certain you were in your knowledge.

It was only when your gaze landed on an out-of-place navy shirt that in fact looked familiar did you shift your weight. Studying it further, you could just make out the edges of the even more familiar shape and color of his shield emblazoned across the front.

Creeping forward, you kept an eye on Steve and his attention on the far wall of your closet.

"I'm telling you, my love, it's not in here."

And it wouldn't be in the next thirty seconds if you had your way.

Steve hummed, clearly still skeptical of your assertion.

It was just as well. As long as he kept his attention where it was, you could do this. You could be stealthy when you wanted to be, and right then, you really wanted to be.

You dared a glance in his direction when you neared the spot where his shirt hung. Your hands stretched the short distance towards it and even gripped the shirt. With his attention still diverted, you tugged gently at the shirt, pleased when it gave and dropped off the hanger.

Knowing you wouldn't have long, you turned to dash out of your closet.

You made it two steps and only two steps.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back into a solid and warm chest.

"What's that, sweetheart?"

"What's what?" you asked, deciding to play dumb even though you've been caught.

Steve's soft chuckle wasn't lost on you as it reverberated through you. "That shirt in your hands. It looks awfully familiar, ya know?"

"I don't know," you said, shrugging even as you held up the shirt to inspect it. "Looks like any other shirt you'd give out to your fans. Certainly doesn't look like anything that special."

"Oh, it's plenty special, sweetheart," Steve murmured close to your ear. His breath tickled across the exposed skin of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing as he continued, "I got that shirt from someone very special to me. It's my favorite because they gave it to me."

"You must really care about them if you notice when this shirt isn't among your others."

The softest of kisses pressed against the space where your shoulder and neck met.

"They are the most precious part of my life."

He said the words so softly but so assuredly that your heart threatened to pound out of your chest. Your belly swooped while happy tears rushed to your eyes. Darn him for doing this to you every time.

Swallowing past the lump forming, you twisted so your eyes could meet. You managed a decent though mocked glare in his direction while you pushed the shirt into his hand still holding you close.

"You never play fair," you accused him though your voice lacked any real conviction.

Steve, without an ounce of remorse for eliciting such an emotional response from you, simply leaned in and pressed another sweet kiss to your lips. His nose rubbed against yours when he pulled away to say, "I play for keeps, sweetheart, and I mean to keep you as long as you'll let me."

"Even if I steal your clothes from time to time?"

"Especially because you steal my clothes," he countered, pressing another kiss to your lips.

He released you then, shaking out his shirt.

When you figured he would slip it over the tank he was wearing, he surprised you by raising the shirt and tugging it over your head and down your body. While you hurriedly pushed your arms through the sleeves, you caught the speculative gleam in his expression.

"I thought…"

Steve shook his head. "Nah, it looks better on you, sweetheart. Plus, I know you like wearing it when you've had a long day. I just wanted to have it ready for you when you got home. Unfortunately, you got home before I could find it."

This time, you rose up on tiptoes and wrapped yourself around him. Your lips founds his and didn't let him go until you both needed to pull back for some air.

"Do you know how much I love you?" you asked between breathy inhales.

Steve grinned. "Almost as much as I love you, sweetheart."

[catcze-hiatus20250524]

As the Duke of Meropide, Wriothesley is expected to get up early to attend to his duties. As his assistant, you're expected to do the same. But today is one of the few exceptions to this, hence why you have the absolute delight of being fully awake and witnessing an early morning Wriothesley.

"You're so cute," you coo, kneeling at the side of the bed, fully dressed for the day. He's still shirtless, wrapped up and cozy in the sheets. He'd clearly taken advantage of your having to leave for the city early, having hogged all the blankets to himself and leaving your side of the bed to cool.

Wriothesley's blank look and glare hardly fazes you anymore. If anything, it just makes him cuter. Like a disgruntled puppy woken from his nap.

"I'm not cute," he says, voice gravelly and rough. You just grin and run a hand through his hair.

Instinctively, he leans into your touch, eyes fluttering as the soothing motions of your hand lure him back to sleep. There's an aww bubbling in your chest that you barely suppress. "On the contrary, I think you're so cute that I could die."

Wriothesley grunts, burrowing back into the sheets. But your hand still manages to remain in his hair, and he still refuses to shake it off. "Go die, then."

"Not when I have my handsome, amazing, so-very-skilled-at-boxing man waiting for me in our bed," you tease, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek in goodbye. Before you move too far, one of his hands comes out to cup your cheek and hold you still, just long enough for him to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Be safe," he tells you, looking into your eyes. "And don't be away too long."

"Why?" You reach up, caressing the back of his hand with your thumb. Your smile is still teasing, but the affection in it is genuine. "Sigewinne will miss me?"

"I'll miss you. So come back quick."

[38riku]

𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃

making the phantom bride final four feel things (it's my favorite event sue me)

warnings — suggestive? light flirting.

𝐀. 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀

"stop glaring or i'll mess it up."

as if to prove your point, his brows pinched further, causing you huff in irritation. "okay. what's wrong? you were psyched up like two seconds ago."

"yeah, well, that was two seconds ago and now is now." his rebuttal caused you to roll your eyes. 'boys' you thought as a viable excuse before trying yet again to straighten his eyeliner.

his eyes darted around the room where the others did similar things: riddle fixed his lapels, epel examined his bouquet, and rook practiced his lines, everyone was unaffected by the current circumstance.

not the rampaging bride that is going to doom a teenage boy to the eternal afterlife, no, the fact that you were straddling him in a small vanity chair.

why was such a compromising position seen so casually? now that he thinks about it, the two of you were rather touchy – piggyback rides, you holding his arms, hugs, etc. – still, this is really teetering the line of friendly affection.

"done!" beaming, you leaned back a bit, causing him to hold on to your waist a bit firmer to keep you upright. "riddle! you have a keen eye, is it straight or what?"

the house warden walked over to the two of you and ace was sure he'd call out how inappropriate this is, but he didn't. instead, he nodded and complimented you on your handiwork.

"no need to thank me." you snorted, getting up to go help the others.

riddle chuckled, patting his freshman on the shoulder as he spoke, "are you upset that they're casually intimate with you or are you upset they might act like that with someone else?"

"w-what?!" ace's cheeks flushed red.

"i may be romantically handicapped but i'm more perceptive to it than you think. i can only suggest to say something sooner than later."

he lowered his head, still blushing, diverting his gaze away from your swaying figure as his house warden's words sunk in.

damn. he did want it to mean something.

ace doesn't know which is more embarrassing: his crush on you or that riddle was the one to make him realize.

𝐑. 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒

"may i offer a suggestion?"

riddle hummed, meeting your eyes in the vanity mirror. "and what might that be? it's impossible to elevate perfection, you know."

ignoring his arrogant statement, you took a seat, propping his collar up and undoing his tie. "i think you'll stand out more it you tie it differently." you explained your actions, pausing momentarily until he nodded for you to continue.

he watched as you knotted and twirled the fabric, straightening it here and there, and you were done a minute later.

"a bow? it's rather ... cutesy."

"but you're cutesy."

riddle choked, coughing loudly and catching the attention of the other occupants of the room. as they began to walk towards him, he waved them off, effectively keeping them away from his flustered form.

"w-why would you–"

"the cuter you look, the less they'll take you seriously, and as one of the strongest mages left that's perfect for us to break their defenses."

of course, you meant it as a battle advantage – that is your area of expertise, after all.

"don't look so surprised." you joked, flattening out his collar and he hopes you can't feel the heated blush on his neck. "you were thinking the same thing too, right?"

"no, actually... i can't say that i was."

you tilted your head sideways, doubting his words but dropping the subject. "well, from now on don't look down on being cute, kay?"

standing from your seat, you left his vanity to tend to grimm, who, was arguing with ace about who knows what.

if he had half a mind he'd scold them both and cut off the small feline's magic, however, his mind was completely blank.

cute. you think he's cute.

riddle didn't take it as he usually would. for some off reason he felt giddy inside, wishing you meant it in a different ... more flirtatious manner. the poor boy has zero experience but wishing might work, right?

𝐑. 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓

"you need to talk normally to us so they won't be suspicious. try again."

if rook wasn't used to a strict training regime he'd undoubtedly call you a harsh teacher, but, as a lover of all things beautiful and magnificent he tossed the thought aside.

"no can do mon cherie. her actions are horrendous and nowhere near beautiful." he signed, placing a hand over his wounded heart. "but you, darling, are as heroic and magnificent as ever."

he watched as you rolled your eyes, placing a hand on your hip as you began to reprimand him for his lack of seriousness.

although he heard the words coming from your mouth, he couldn't help but focus on everything else.

despite not being a contender in this entire ordeal you were still dressed beautifully. the color is ethereal on you, he must make note of the hue for later ... and whatever scent you adorned had his senses on ten.

don't you know never to where perfume when there's a hunter nearby?

"rook! are you even listening to–"

all too suddenly he had your hand in his, the other gripping your waist firmly to keep your surprised form upright.

"let me give it to you straight then. the unseen beauty of your compassion and tender heart outshines that of a world class model. not that you aren't attractive, no, no, quite the opposite."

"how greedy can you possibly be?"

deep. rich. clear. his voice was positively enthralling when he dropped that phony accent (it does have a charm of its own in your opinion)

"perfect!" you beamed, his grip on you loosening in surprise of his own. "i knew you could do it. she'll be knocked off her translucent feet i tell you!"

rook allowed you to walk away, scolding epel who wiped his makeup off for the ninth time deeming it unmanly.

he couldn't help but laugh. he broke character, purposely, but he did nevertheless, and don't think he didn't notice the flash of attraction in your eyes.

never let your guard down in front of a predator, mon cherie.

𝐄. 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐑

"i swear on the seven you'll have more problems than a poof of blush if you keep testing my patience."

epel felt a chill run down his spine at your words but he stood his ground. he let you do the liner, tousle his hair all nice, and even spray a painfully potent cologne – but he draws the line at that pigmented puff of doom.

"i'm telling ya i'm not wearing that!" he argued back from the other side of the table. the two of you were playing chicken to the amusement of the others who were nearly done with their preparations.

"stop being a big baby!"

"i ain't no baby!"

he flinched back as you narrowed your eyes in a glare. for a moment, he felt sorry that grimm had to live with such a scary person.

"fine. don't wear the blush." you slid the compacted container to his side of the table, raising your hands in surrender.

"let me redo your hair then. it'll fit the look better, baby."

yeah. that's right, you better listen when he — wait, baby?

you pushed him down in the nearest chair, undoing the small ponytail you had before in favor of something else.

epel thought this earlier but your hands did feel amazing as you twirled and pinned his hair. he nearly fell asleep the first time but he knew better than to let down his guard.

"what do you think of this, baby?"

you were teasing him but jeez, why did it make his heart race?

"doesn't matter what i think." he huffed, and you laughed softly at the statement.

"well, i'm no ghost bride with unnaturally specific standards but you look good, baby." this time, you drawled out the pet name, winking, and then leaving him alone to question everything.

in the end he came to the conclusion that he should've just let you put the damn blush on.

© 2024 — 38riku. Do not copy or repost or plagiarize my work. All Rights Reserved.

[1800bitchcraft]

If you ever feel up to it, you should write a little ticket with Ford going crazy feral facefucking the reader. Bonus points if he’s in college. Bonus points if it’s his first time getting a blow job.

A/N: This is so fun, I love it! Trying to get back into the swing of things with writing smut, too, and this felt like the perfect way to do it since I could probably get this one banged out pretty quickly, heh. Hope you like it my dear!

CW: blowjobs, first time, bimbo!reader, college!Ford, reader is the aggressor, Ford goes feral, face fucking, think that's it?

!!! MDNI OR ILL GET THE BROOM !!!

Smut below the cut!

Ford's head was pounding.

The house thudded with the music thrumming through its walls, the sounds of a million different conversations overlapping in a raucous cacophony that was sure to give Ford a migraine if the jungle juice in his hand didn't. Fiddleford had abandoned him ages ago, his more social counterpart being dragged away by the first pretty thing that caught his attention. He wasn't envious, no, but he was definitely more than a little put off. After all, it had been his idea to drag Ford out in the first place.

Well, he supposed that wasn't entirely true.

Truthfully, the invitation had come from the unlikliest of places: you. The pretty botany major in his econ class. He'd noticed you immediately the first day of class, how could he not? Always dressed like you were darting off to a photoshoot as soon as classes ended. Heels always at least 5 inches tall, setting you towering over half the people in your class. Curves like a coke bottle, clad in the perfect shades to match your skin tone and long, bouncy curls. Always wearing the shortest skirts or tightest pants Ford had ever seen. He wasn't the only one who noticed, of course. Wherever you went, there seemed to be a small flock of men and women alike, hanging onto your every word that fell from your glossed lips. Long lashes batting as you simpered and all around you, hearts were thudding out of their chests, Ford's included.

Honestly, you were lightyears out of Ford's league, and he knew you wouldn't have the slightest clue who he was. Or, at least, he thought he knew. When he ran into you a few weeks prior, he was surprised to see you stacking books on the back shelves in the library. He was even more surprised when he ran into you, scattering the books in your arms over the floor, and when he knelt down to help gather them, stuttering and stammering apologies, you had only laughed. A bright, warm sound like liquid sunshine and placed one perfectly manicured, soft hand on his arm.

"Don't worry about it, Stanford. Accidents happen," you shrugged lightly at him. Ford could only blink at you, mouth opening and closing dumbly for a few seconds before he found his voice.

"You- you know my name?" You'd laughed again, eyes crinkling in the corners as you smiled.

"Hard not to know the name of the pride and joy of BMU," you teased. Though, unlike when he was usually teased, your voice was warm, and your expression was inviting. Like he was in on the joke with you, instead of just being the butt of it. "Besides, it doesn't hurt that you're real easy on the eyes, too." You winked at him, and he flushed, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish expression.

"Ah- ha," he huffed out a nervous laugh and helped you stack the books back on the cart you were using. You stood close, too close. Enough so that he could smell the warm vanilla and brown sugar of your perfume. You flicked a wayward curl from your face, leaning even closer and looking up at him with a mischievous little smile, a glint in your eyes that made nerves flutter in his belly.

"Hm, looks like I was right," you hummed softly, almost to yourself. He cocked his head to the side, brows furrowed in confusion.

"Right about what?" He asked.

"That you're even cuter up close, especially when you blush," you cooed back, not missing a beat. Ford swallowed, his heart and stomach doing flips. You leaned up, tapping the tip of one manicured finger on his nose and giggled, leaning back down to your shorter height. A quick glance down confirmed you were wearing flats, a rarity for you.

"Gosh, you're so tense. D'you ever relax?" You mused, gently leaning against the shelf behind you as your eyes scanned him. He tugged at the collar of his sweater, suddenly feeling far too warm as his eyes darted around nervously.

"W-Well, I guess that depends. I think I do, but my roommate would probably disagree." He chuckled nervously, and you laughed, that mischievous look returning to your face.

"Hmmm.." You hummed thoughtfully, tapping your finger against your chin. Ford squirmed a little under your scrutiny. "How d'you feel about parties, Stanford?"

"Um, just- just Ford is fine. And, uh, I'm not sure. I haven't, um, been to many before. Or any, really." He gave and awkward chuckle then and you gasped excitedly. Eyes lighting up, you turned to rifled in your purse, which had been sitting on one of the lower shelves of the cart. Your skirt rode up and Ford just barely caught the flash of your pink silk covered cunt before he was roving his gaze up to the ceiling, squeezing his eyes shut and frantically trying to banish the image from his mind.

"Oh my gosh, that settles it! One of the guys in my chem class invited me to this party - total frat guy, I'm so not interested - and I wasn't even gonna go but," the sound of tearing paper hit his ears and he opened his eyes again, looking down to see you tearing a piece of paper from the notepad and turning back to face him. "You seem like you could use the opportunity to relax, and I'll definitely go and have a much better time if you're there." You held out the paper to him, eyes wide and hopeful.

"Ah, I don't know," he started slowly, rubbing the back of his neck and glancing away. When he looked back at you, you had visibly deflated. There was a slight puppy-ish quality to your gaze now, and a pout marred your pink glossed lips. You batted your lashes at him and Ford could feel himself beginning to cave when you parted your lips and spoke.

"Please?" That was all it took. Just that one, simple word, simpered out in the most pleading voice you could conjure and he was caving. Blushing and reaching out to take the paper from your grip.

"Yeah, okay," he muttered, and you perked up immediately. He had barely any time to react before you threw your arms around his neck. Hugging him tightly, breasts pressing into his chest from the confines of your too tight top. You were gone as quickly as you came, waving goodbye and telling him you'd see him then and wheeling your cart off to a different section of the library. Leaving Ford standing there, very confused, and only mildly aroused.

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"There you are!" The familiar sound of your perky voice floated to his ears. He turned his head, spotting you in the doorway to the kitchen, and you tottered over to him somewhat unsteadily in your 5-inch pink heels.

"Whoa!" Ford exclaimed as you all but fell into him. Your drink, which was half gone at this point, sloshed up over the sides of your cup. He took it from your hand, setting it aside on an end table. "I think maybe you've had enough," he chuckled and you giggled back at him.

"I swear I'm not drunk!" You laughed, and he smirked. "M'jus' a lil' tipsy! I was startin' t'think you left me here all by myself!" You pouted at the thought, and he laughed again, shoulders shaking.

"Perish the thought," he teased, and you gasped in mock outrage, slapping his chest lightly. You seemed like you might've been about to say something more before your gaze drifted to where your hand rested on his chest. He blushed as you brought your other hand up to join, feeling the muscle beneath the shirt he wore, hidden by his burly frame.

"Oh," you breathed, and it was so soft he might not have heard it if he wasn't already so close to you. "You're- wow, I didn't expect that. Gosh, is it hot in here?" You quickly changed the subject, snatching one hand away and using it to fan yourself, though he noticed you kept one still on his chest. He cleared his throat, blushing so hard now he was sure you'd be able to see it, even in the lowlight of the crowded room.

"Ah, yeah. Ahem! S'a little warm," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck and deliberately not looking at you. It was because of this that he didn't notice your eyes roaming over him or the way you bit your lower lip slightly. Suddenly, he felt the warmth of your hand in his, tangling your fingers together, and you were marching off determinedly, tugging him insistently behind you. Even though he was bigger than you and could've easily shaken you off, the thought didn't cross his mind for a second. Not even when you pulled him up the stairs, hunting through the doors that lined the upstairs hallway until you found an open one, peeking inside to see it was empty and pulling him in behind you. You bumped it closed with your hip, and suddenly, the noise outside was muted. Seeming softer and far away. Ford's heart started to pound in his chest. You turned to him, back pressed against the door and looked at him through your lashes.

"Sorry about that," you murmured, not seeming sorry in the slightest. "There were too many people around, I just... wanted to be alone with you," you admitted and shrugged one shoulder as if that wasn't an earth shattering revelation.

"Me?" He repeated. "Why me?" Your brow furrowed adorably, plump lips twisting in a firm pout.

"Why?" You parroted back, sounding perplexed and almost... irritated that he would ask. He nodded slowly, sheepishly, feeling as if he'd done something wrong and praying he hadn't. "You can't be serious, Ford, I mean- look at you!" You gestured to him as if that would answer everything, and Ford's brow merely furrowed, confusion marring his features.

"I'm... not following," he admitted softly. You stared at each other then, staying like that for a few moments before you huffed a laugh.

"Oh gosh, you really don't know, do you?" You murmured, and he swallowed thickly. Your indignant pout had been replaced by a sultry smirk, eyes still glassy with alcohol but you weren't out of it by any means. You al but prowled towards him, and, instinctively, Ford walked back until his knees hit the bed. "Well, let me teach you something, yeah?" You murmured, planting your hands on his chest. You stared up at him, not moving or speaking, and belatedly, Ford realized you were waiting for him. He swallowed and nodded. When you merely raised a brow, he cleared his throat, lips parting.

"Yes, please," he said finally, all but begging. You smirked, triumphant, and then pushed at his chest. Ford went willingly, falling back onto the bed with a soft oof. He had no time to react, however, because you were quickly crawling into his lap. Tugging your tight skirt up until it bunched around your hips, not wanting it to tear as you straddled thick, burly thighs. You draped your arms over his shoulders, leaning in so close your lips were just a hair away from each other.

"Don't be shy," you cooed. "I want you to touch me." As if to emphasize your point, you grabbed his hands and brought them up to rest on your thighs. He hesitated a moment, then slowly slid them up and around, grabbing handfuls of the heart-shaped curve of your ass like he'd been dreaming of since you'd bent over in front of him in the library. He was rewarded with your soft, pretty moan, and Ford wished he could live in that sound.

"Stanford?" You murmured then, snapping his attention back to you but you were staring, instead, at his parted lips.

"Yes?" He answered, tongue darting out to swipe across them. Your eyes tracked the movement. He shivered as he felt your nails glide gently over his skin, stroking through the hair at the base of his neck.

"Have you ever," you paused for a moment. "Kissed someone?" He swallowed thickly, mouth going dry.

"No," he answered after a moment. You hummed thoughtfully, and he could feel your finger tracing idle patterns across the back of his neck.

"Do you want to?" You murmured finally, somehow drifting even closer without kissing him just yet. He couldn't hold back the groan that rumbled in his chest, hands squeezing at your ass.

"God, yes," he groaned, and you giggled softly. Suddenly, he was kissing you. Your soft lips pressed to his, slightly sticky still with the remnants of your lip gloss. He followed your lead, sinking into the feel of you pressed against him. The way you curled your fingers around the back of his neck and held him there, like you were scared he might pull away. He wanted to tell you there was no way in hell he would, but that would've required him to stop. So, instead, he simply settled for tugging you closer. Your hips fitting against his as you settled your cunt over his rapidly hardening erection.

You broke away then, unable to help it as a soft, panting moan ripped itself from your lips. Watching you closely, Ford's hands moved to grip the fat of your hips, tugging gently at them until you were rocking yourself along his cock. Your nails dug into his skin slightly, and he hissed, the soft, biting pain making his cock twitch against you. He kept rocking your hips into his, unwilling to relinquish the sound of your soft, panting breaths until the urge to kiss you grew to be too much again. He surged forward, settling his mouth over yours and dipping his tongue to coax yours into a wet glide. The kiss turned messy, and that only seemed to spur you on more. You could feel him under you, the shape of his cock where it was tugged against your damp panties making you shiver. You wanted, no, needed to see him. Now.

Ford only had a moment to mourn the loss of your weight in his lap before you were sliding down to your knees on the floor. He blinked down at you, dazed, pink smears of your lipgloss across his mouth. Your hands touched his knees, applying just a little bit of pressure to have them spreading wide. Giving you ample room to crawl just that little bit forward. Your eyes practically glittered with your excitement, fingers creeping towards the button of his pants before Ford was stopping you with a hand over yours.

"What-" his voice was hoarse. He swallowed. Jaw clenching, throat working. Then tried again. "What are you doing?" You looked up at him then, the picture of innocence as you batted your lashes at him. The sight of you there, perched on your knees between his legs, was anything but.

"I wanna see you," you said softly, as if it were that simple. Ford swallowed again, cheeks heating up.

"You- you don't have to-"

"Tch." You scoffed. Rolled your eyes and looked back at him with a devious little smirk. "I know that, silly," you murmured. Slowly, almost like an afterthought, you let one pink polished finger slide down his zipper. Just tracing its path between his legs. Ford inhaled sharply through his nose. "But I want to." Again, your lashes fluttered so sweetly. Your finger veered left, and suddenly, you were tracing over the ridge of him where he sat achingly hard in his pants. Ford watched your eyes dart downwards to where your finger lay. Watched your pupils dilate, your pretty plump lips fall open as your breath hitched. He could feel himself twitch under your scrutiny, and if the soft, barely there whimper you let out was anything to go by, you saw it too. Ford inhaled, tried to gather himself before speaking.

"I- it's not that I don't want to, it's just- I've never, um," he cleared his throat nervously. His hands fell to grip at his pant legs over his knees, bunching the fabric. You saw the struggle he was clearly having, and your heart ached. You figured he wasn't used to being pursued, but seeing how he acted now, you realized it had to run much, much deeper than that.

"Stanford?" You intoned softly. Reaching out to grab one of his hands and hold it to your cheek. When you had his attention again, you turned and pressed a kiss to his palm. "Wanna know a secret?" Ford raised a brow and nodded. Grinning, you let your hands rest on his knees again, sliding up and to the side so your fingers glided up his inner thighs. Ford cradled your cheek in his hand still, feeling it tethered him even as the sensation of your wicked fingers gliding dangerously towards his cock unmoored him. "I've wanted to get on my knees for you ever since classes started," you said finally, voice lowered almost conspiratorially. You chose that moment to glide your hand up so that your palm rolled over the head of his cock, a delicious friction and slide that had his head dropping back.

"Fuuuuuck," he huffed, unable to keep himself quiet for much longer. The noise you let out was needy, and he tipped his head forward to look at you again. Your eyes shone in the lowlight, a soft, pleading pout on your lips.

"God, y'sound so pretty. I can make it better, y’know, I want to. Please, Stanford? M'dyin' for it," you shifted, and it was a moment before he realized you were clenching your thighs together. The realization made him groan, and he shifted the hand on your cheek to stroke his thumb along your bottom lip.

"Yes, fuck, yes please," he said finally. Eagerly, you popped the button and zipper of his pants, tugging them down just far enough so that you could pull him free from his boxers.

"God, you really are a slut," he mumbled, though there was no heat or bite to his words. Nothing but warmth and fondness. You hummed softly in agreement, lips parting over just the tip of his thumb, tongue flicking over it curiously. Your fingers crept back up towards the button and zipper of his pants, eyes looking to him questioningly. Ford sighed, slipping his thumb free of your mouth as he slid his fingers back into your hair.

Oh. Oh, God.

You were staring. You knew you were, but you couldn't help it. You figured he was probably packing, most quiet guys were, but this? This was.. ridiculous.

He had to be at least 8.5 inches, maybe 9, and curved to the right in a way that you knew would have his pretty pink tip skating over all your sweetspots. He was thick, too. Your fingertips just barely touched as you wrapped your hand around him. He was cut, which gave you ample opportunity to ogle every inch of him and boy, did you. Ford had opened his mouth to say something, maybe gently chide you for staring, when all that came out was a strangled groan as you chose that moment to lean forward and slide the flat of your tongue over his slit, curling it slight so the tip dug into and slid over the sensitive divot that ran through his head and to his tip.

"Ohhh-" he huffed, falling to rest back on his forearms. His hand left your hair, and you barely noticed, preoccupied as you were with your new favorite activity. It wasn't gone for long, anyway. As your lips slid over the head of his cock, tongue sliding down and coating him in a thin sheen of saliva and oh, fuck, did you have a tongue piercing? His hand flew back to your head, fingers sliding and tangling into your curls. The slight pain as he tugged on them only made you wetter, and you moaned around his cock.

You sucked him off with a will and a passion, messy, sloppy slurping noises blanketing the room, interspersed with Ford's moans and grunts. His thigh twitched under your hand as you slid your fingers up, fondling his balls and stroking gently over that sensitive patch of skin just behind them in a way that had Ford jerking in your hold. His cock twitched, another messy spurt of precum lathering your taste buds as you moaned, sucking him down happily. His hand in your hair tightened, and he barely registered the force he used to push your head down, hips bucking. He shouted a moan, throwing a hand over his mouth to muffle himself, when he felt his cock slid down your throat.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck I'm- shit, m'sorry couldn't help it you feel- oh god, you feel so good, mouth is fucking perfect," he babbled and you squeezed your thighs together. He sounded fucked out. Voice low and hoarse, edged with just the barest hint of a whine. God, it was so hot. His grip in your hair loosened and you whimpered, pulling off of him with a soft pop!

"No," you whined, looking up at him with eyes glassy with tears, and that shouldn't have made him twitch like it did. "No, please, I want it. Use me, Ford, please? Promise I won't break. I just want you to feel good." You fluttered your lashes at him, letting his cock rest against your cheek as you planted wet, messy kisses down his shaft. He sighed shakily, renewing his grip in your hair. He wanted to be a stronger man, he did, but how could he when you begged for him so sweetly?

"A-Alright, just dig your nails into my thigh if it's too much, okay? Don't wanna hurt you." You nodded quickly, eagerly, and settled back on your heels. You opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue just enough so that he could see the little silver ball sitting in the middle of it. You guided him so that his tip sat on your tongue, pink and oozing precum that coated your taste buds. Using your hair as a handle, he tugged you forward. Just enough to have his tip sliding across that silver ball in the middle of your tongue. His toes curled, back arching slightly as the pleasure sparked along his nerves. He breathed out a heavy groan and kept you like that for a few minutes at least. Seemingly content to just bask in the sensation of that slick little piercing stroking back and forth along the sensitive divot in the head of his cock.

Your lashes fluttered, and your thoughts went soft and hazy. Lulled by the sensation of Ford's strong fingers in your hair, guiding you along his cock like a toy. You shuddered at the thought, an involuntary whine leaving you and vibrating into him. His hips jerked, a choked moan leaving his lips as he sank into the tight clench of your throat just barely. You sputtered around him, and obscenely sloppy, wet noise leaving you as you choked just a little on the intrusion. You looked up at him and locked eyes, and Ford felt you relaxed in his hold. He slid deeper and felt your throat clench around him reflexively. He didn't know what happened, really, but he guessed he just... snapped.

"God, you're so- so fucking pretty," he stammered. Pretty, kiss bitten lips were wrenched open by the moan that tumbled from his lips. He held your hair tightly, ensuring you couldn't pull away even if you wanted to, and pulled you further down onto his cock. Your answering moan vibrated into him, and he swore. "Fuck! God, yes, so fuckinfg pretty n'such- such a perfect - tight, god so tight - lil' throat just- fuck just look at you."

His voice had gone low and almost growly, and it made you embarrassingly wet. Your panties were ruined now. They had to be. And if his voice didn't do it, the way he was fucking your throat would have. Harsh, sudden snaps of his hips as he used his grip on your hair to meet his every thrust. Obscene slick, sucking noises bubbling from your open maw that, really, would've made a pornstar blush. Tears streaked down your cheeks, but still, you didn't ask him to stop. He waited for the bite of your nails in his thigh, but it never came. Instead, you seemed to lean into it. You looked dazed, almost dreamy, as he used your throat, and it was bringing his orgasm hurtling forward faster than he wanted it to.

"Oh fuck, fuck, I'm gonna- where- where d'you-?" He tried to stammer out his question but couldn't. You seemed to understand, though. But instead of demanding he pull away, you sucked at him harder. Tongue flicking over whatever part of him you could reach, desperate little moans vibrating around his cock.

"Oh god, y'really are a lil slut, huh?" He huffed, amazed and horrifically turned on. He groaned, eyes squeezing shut as the frantic, brutal pace of his hips stuttered. Thrusts turning messy and uncoordinated. "Oohhh- Oh fuck, if y'want it so bad then take it- take it, take it, take it." And take it you did. If he'd been looking, he might've seen the almost gleeful glimmer in your eyes as you felt him twitch and throb on your tongue. Once, then twice, then suddenly he was spilling down your throat. Cumming so hard his back bowed and he seemed barely able to breathe. His eyes crossed behind his lids, and his toes curled, feeling like you'd sucked the soul out of him.

You swallowed, of course, happily. Looking very much like the cat who got the cream as Ford flopped back onto the bed, breathless and desperately hoping this wasn't some elaborate wet dream.

"Well, I'm certainly wet, but this is not a dream, big boy," you giggled from your place on the floor, and Ford blushed when he realized he said that out loud. He moved to sit back up, to look at you, but you beat him to it. Standing on shaky legs and crawling into his lap, not before you'd stripped off your skirt, however. Now clad in only your tank top and lacy pink panties, you grinned down at him.

"Please... please tell me that is not a one-time thing," he panted, and you giggled. Trailing along manicured finger down his heaving chest.

"Oh, sweetie. I'm just gettin' started."

[demonpiratehuntress]

can we...cuddle?

Trafalgar Law x F!Reader

summary - Law really wants to cuddle with you, but he's just not that good at asking for it.

warnings - not proofread, wrote it at 23:30 on New Year's Eve, pretty tired from an eventful day. also wanted to get it out before my tribute to Ace for his birthday at 12am.

a/n - fluff fluff fluff, this just popped into my head because i was thinking about soft!law and how much i love him

Law had never been great at asking for anything he needs or wants. He was either too prideful or too embarrassed, depending on the situation. And with you, the embarrassment part seemed a lot more prominent, because he was starting to feel unusually clingy and needy for your attention and affection. It was embarrassing.

He has an issue with outright asking for it, though. He's usually a put-together, calm man who is always in control of what he feels and how he acts. However, around you, his body seems to forget that and his mind and heart both yearn for yours. He wants to be the only thing you think of, he wants to be the only one you love and show affection to, and he wants to be the only one you ever hold.

But he could never gather up the courage to ask you to hold him, damn it!

He would see you cuddling Bepo, and envy the bear for one of two things. One, for being so easily approachable for cuddles. Two, for being able to ask you for cuddles so easily. Law wasn't the jealous type, but he'd quickly learned that when he started dating you, he'd feel and do a lot of things he'd never dreamed of before.

"You okay, Law?"

Your soft voice brought him out of his irritated thoughts, and his expression softened considerably when his eyes landed on you. You looked tired, your eyes were drooping and your body was slumping, and Law had never seen anything cuter.

"Yes, (Name)-ya." He gently grabbed your elbow, leading you away. "Let's get you to bed now, sleepyhead."

You smiled at that, giggling in the most adorable way that had Law's heart flipping in his chest. He was both amazed and annoyed that you held such power over him, but he wouldn't have it any other way.

"I'm not sleepy, you're sleepy."

He chuckled at that, guiding you into the room you both shared. For once, his work went ignored on the desk as he steered you towards the bed, his tense body only relaxing when you were safely lying on the mattress, pulling him down beside you.

"(Name)-ya-" He started, but you were already softly snoring, gripping onto his shirt like a baby. He would never admit it out loud, but the sight was enough to melt even his frigid heart.

He sighed. Another failed attempt at asking for cuddles. He got the cuddles anyway, but he wanted to be the one asking so he could show you that he craved your touch as much as you craved his.

The next time he tried to ask, you were laying in bed reading a book as you waited for him to finish working.

Once he was sick of whatever he was doing, he got up and slowly made his way to the bed, kicking off his shoes and discarding his coat before flopping down next to you. So preoccupied by your book, you hadn't noticed his arrival.

"What are you reading, (Name)-ya?"

You jumped in fright, the book flying out of your hands and settling on the floor next to the bed. Law's deep rumble of laughter met your ears, and you blushed in embarrassment, smacking his arm lightly and playfully.

"Law! Don't do that!"

"I'm sorry," he apologised insincerely, smirking. "You're so easy to scare."

You pouted, "You're mean."

"You love me anyway," his chest swelled at the fact.

"I do, I very much do," you smiled, heart warming.

You leaned over the side of the bed to pick your book up, but when you got back up you were met with a sleeping Law laying next to you. It was rare for him to fall asleep before you, but you knew he had been working himself non-stop, even more so than usual lately. You smiled softly, setting your book aside and thinking you'll find your page tomorrow as you shifted closer to the slumbering doctor, curling up close to him.

Law woke up the next day feeling incredibly disappointed. He had fallen asleep before he could even try asking you to cuddle him. He'd woken up to you cuddling him, but he still felt displeased by his irritating inability to state his need for your touch.

You woke up a little later in the morning, to a steaming cup of coffee on the nightstand. You smiled, knowing that was one of Law's ways of showing he cared. He couldn't cook, but he could make you coffee and did so every morning he woke up before you. Which, let's be real, is almost every morning. On the rare occasion you wake up before him, you have a full breakfast ready for him and a planned speech on how he should not feel guilty for not being able to do the same for you.

"Good morning, love."

You looked up at a working Law, hunched over his desk as he furiously scribbled something in his notebook. Your smile grew, and you slowly sat up in bed.

"Morning, captain."

He groaned, "I call you love and you call me captain?"

You giggled, "Sorry, my love. My baby. My one and only."

He hummed in satisfaction, "Much better." The ghost of a smile appeared on his lips.

You didn't mind much that he wasn't looking at you. He was paying attention to what you were saying, and that was more than enough for you. You knew how he could get, and had learned a long time ago to embrace and accept it.

"What will you do today?" He suddenly asked, a tad bit nervously.

"Well," you began, "Seeing as we are docked at an island and you're allowing everyone to take the day off, I think I might just stay right here in bed all day."

"Is that so?" He asked, amused. "How lazy."

You laughed at his teasing, the sound going straight to his heart. It swelled in response, growing warm in his chest. Your laugh was one of the few things that Law genuinely loved to listen to. He liked the way it made him feel, but also the fact that he had been the one to cause it.

"Very," you agreed. "But it's fun, you should try it sometime."

He finally turned to you, raising an eyebrow, "Oh? Are you giving me orders, (Name)-ya?" His tone was teasing, his smile wicked.

"Hmmm, maybe," you taunted, grinning.

The doctor let out a heavy sigh, before a calm smile tugged at his lips. Pushing his work aside, he got up from his seat and walked over to the bed, gingerly sitting on the edge.

"I suppose I can indulge you just this once, then. Since no one is around to hear just how bossy you really are."

You laughed at that, eagerly shifting to make space for him, "What can I say? Sometimes my captain needs a little bossing to relax a little bit."

He chuckled, "I don't deny that."

Then, again, Law found himself struggling to ask for your touch. He wanted to ask you to cuddle him so badly, but he just couldn't bring himself to say the words. Finally, after a few minutes of comfortable silence, he tried his best.

"(Name)-ya," he started nervously, "I like that thing you do...where you pull me close and hug me...but in bed." He waited for you to say something, but you remained silent but smirking, as if you knew what he wanted but you just wanted him to say it. He swallowed thickly. "You know where...you wrap your arms around me and keep me against your warm body." He blushed at his own words.

"Hmmm, what might you be speaking of, babe?" You teased him, evil grin on your face.

He sighed, taking off his hat and running a hand through his dark hair, "I'm trying to say...I mean I want to ask...do you-can we...can we cu-" He paused, silently mouthing the word. "Cuddle? Can we cuddle?"

Your eyes widened, because you hadn't really expected him to say it. Then you smiled and happily opened your arms for the flustered doctor. He obliged, sinking into them just as happily, a contented sigh leaving his lips.

"Law?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm really glad you finally asked."

"Me too."

And from then on, Law wasn't shy to ask, he wasn't shy to pull you aside and just hug you, and he wasn't shy to show you that he needed to touch you just as much as you needed to touch him.

Congratulations, you unlocked Clingy Trafalgar Law.