#it’s definitely time for a pedi

[httpsserene]

𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝟏 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝟑: 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: your boyfriend has to make an appearance at some sponsor event. he's gone ahead and bought you an alluring outfit, but he failed to mention how seductive he looks in the new fitted suit his team got him. you two won't be staying long, but you increase the pace by riling him up, mostly unintentionally. so it's your fault that he makes you ruin his loaned mclaren. 📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. explicit. squirting. car sex. semi-public sex. ooc (out-of-character) oscar. overstimulation. mild possessive behavior. mild jealousy. vaginal fingering. vaginal sex. condom usage. the audacity of men. lando norris’ savior complex /jk. author’s overuse of italics and run-on sentences. 📖𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 5k words 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: oscar piastri x fem!black!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: oneshot. 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: water • tyla

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: what can i say, y'all. back at it with the unhinged thirst. every time i do one of these, they've been getting shorter and shorter. don't be afraid, for #4 (dr/mv) i'll be back on my game, they deserve it. yes gremlin lando appearance. also, i cannot imagine oscar ever acting this way, that's why i put the ooc tag? it's definitely a fun read tho (i think), along with the smut! thank you, loves, for the support on this event!

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oscar is known for his unfazed, composed and collected demeanor. he’s aware that some people say he has no personality–but, he’s just an introvert at the end of the day. oscar’s a man of few words: that’s what people who aren’t well acquainted with him would say. if you’ve had the pleasure of sticking around oscar long enough for him to become comfortable with you, you’ll learn that oscar has an incredibly complex personality. he’s overly sarcastic, has a niche sense of humor, and can ramble endlessly at you. but, he’s still a fairly calm and quiet individual. which is why the way oscar is about to scream at the top of his lungs in the middle of this mclaren event, would be considered uncharacteristic of him.

he originally invited you to join him tonight thinking that having you by his side would eliminate the social exhaustion he experiences at these types of sponsor events. however, the aussie failed to realize that you may introduce a…different problem, to tonight’s business party. when oscar asked you to join him two weeks ago, he was prepared for all of your objections–you’re both chronic homebodies, and you both hate partaking in small talk with balding, later-aged, cologne-drenched, white men who don’t know when to let a conversation die. he chose the perfect time to ask you (after you emerged from the bathroom post-self-care bath), and addressed all of your grievances. 

oh, you don’t have anything to wear? he already bought you an outfit, had it altered to perfectly fit your measurements, and bought you a pair of heels and a purse to match. oh, you won’t be able to get your hair done in time? he already scheduled an appointment with your usual hairstylist the day before the event, paid all of her fees, and tipped her very nicely. oh, your nails aren’t done?  he booked you a spot at your preferred nail salon for a premium mani-pedi, and has a few nail inspiration photos picked out if you can’t decide. if you need your lashes done or need to get waxed, he can make the call right now; he has them on standby to fit you in.

knowing the amount of phone calls oscar had to partake in to arrange all of this causes you to fold and agree to join him. there’s nothing more the two of you hate than making phone calls–well, besides the pr events.

oscar had chosen an alluring burnt-orange mesh corset and matching ruched ankle-length skirt that looks beautiful against your warm, soft and shining brown skin. your hair is silk-pressed, length reaching your mid-back and your edges are laid in a minimal manner, matching the simplicity of your makeup look. simple gold rings are spread across a few fingers, ears accessorized with a pair of small good hoops oscar gifted you, and his initials rest in the dip between your clavicles attached to a thin gold chain. objectively, you're considerably modestly dressed, the only skin you're showing is on your arms, shoulders, a smidge of your decolletage, and the tops of your feet in the low-heeled strappy sandals. 

this is the start of what oscar failed to account for. he didn’t expect the outfit to hug your curves like plastic wrap. the whole night he’s had to forcefully deny himself the opportunity to stare at your ass, but that doesn’t mean the other men at the event have the same courtesy. he’s taken to burning holes with his eyes into anybody who lets their gaze linger over your form for a second too long. on a regular day, oscar is generally unaffected by anyone who appreciates your body (they can look, but the second they try to touch–you let them know exactly how they had you fucked up), but if he catches one more mclaren engineer undressing you with their eyes–he will make zac fire all of them; he’ll plan his own race strategy and do his goddamn pitstop by himself.

oscar also didn’t account for how your timid and sweet attitude would have everyone enamored with you; at first, watching everyone eagerly attune to your shy words was amusing to him, but it quickly became a nuisance. he was originally leading you around the room, doing his rounds at any important figures’ tables, and everything was fine. and then, oscar had made the obvious mistake of making you laugh–a pleasant stream of giggles spilling from your lips, dimples deepening, and smile widening at whatever small joke he made. he’s always thrilled to see how you throw your head back in amusement, how your hands clap together gleefully, and how your eyes squint in from the force of your laughter. as he shakes himself out of your dazzling trance, he attempts to rejoin the conversation–but every single person at the table remains entranced and wide-eyed at you. 

this would be completely fine, of course, if it was a one-off occasion; but it’s not. 

suddenly, every person oscar tries to thank for supporting mclaren, starts ignoring him and paying more attention to you. he’s literally the pilot of the car that these people are spending an absurd amount of money on, but they can’t even bother to try and pretend to listen to him. men and women alike are finding any excuse to prolong conversations with you, and even lean within your personal space with the excuse that ‘they can’t hear you very well because you’re so soft spoken.’ nobody can invade your personal space, but oscar. he has no choice but to do the very thing he hates–pda. you continue to circle around the room, his hand constantly resting on the small of your back or the dip of your waist. when you’re in the middle of listening to some completely unnecessary story a man is telling you, oscar constantly adjusts your hair, plays with your rings, and smooths down your skirt if he feels like they’re trying too hard. you banish oscar to getting you a glass of water when he begins to interject in conversations in a passive-aggressive manner.

his third strike off the night, might actually be an overall win in his books. when you saw oscar in his new fitted suit, you stared him dead in the eye and told him to ‘get naked and rail you’. it’s this beautiful deep cream color that pairs perfectly with the dark orange tone of your outfit, but the vest underneath the suit jacket highlights his tiny waist so clearly that it makes you want to scream. in between socializing, you overwhelm oscar with compliments, unable to stop telling him how handsome he looks. you surgically attach yourself to his side and hug his arm; taking an occasional squeeze of his bicep, playing with his cufflinks, and tracing the veins on the back of his hand. oscar practically runs to get you a refill of water because he’d be unable to stop himself from getting fully hard if you touched him any longer–the trousers hide nothing.

he can feel your burning gaze from across the room, and turns back to watch you after asking a waiter for water, and catches your eyes roaming the length of his body. in high-definition, he sees your tongue wetting your lips before you bite at your bottom lip–and then, your attention is stolen away from some random man who’s introducing himself to you and the group of ladies you found yourself accosted by as soon as oscar left your side.

and, that’s it for oscar. he thinks he may have heard his last-fucking-button being pressed inside his head, and seethes. he goes to push off from his leaned stance against the counter and makes to start his warpath, but a hand grasps at his shoulder. oscar turns around snappily, biting out an irritated and sarcastic, “can i help you?”

“woah! calm down now, mate. thought you were going to bite my head off for a second,” it’s lando, “if i were anybody else i’m sure there would be an unfortunate tabloid of ‘how oscar piastri is the most rude f1 driver on the grid’” lando jokes teasingly, yet a hint of seriousness leaks into his tone. 

oscar nods, understanding the underlying warning within the brit’s teasing. he apologizes softly to lando, before glancing back over at you, and can infer that you charmingly informed the man that you have a boyfriend—based on the way you point in his direction. oscar watches the polite smile fade from your face as the man continues to bother you, and the murderous look rises to his face again.

“OKAY”, lando claps abruptly, startling not only oscar, but everyone in a 10 foot radius. lando waves everyone else’s eyes away, smiling like he didn’t do anything, and speaks underneath his breath, “go. i’ll cover for you.”

oscar’s mouth drops open, baffled, “what?”

“leave—get your girlfriend and go,” lando says matter-of-factly, his smile becoming genuine, “zac probably won’t like to hear that you looked particularly murderous, and he definitely won’t like hearing that you slaughtered our sponsors, and that i let it happen.”

oscar snorts before he thanks lando sincerely, and the brit dismisses him, “i’m just looking out for my rookie teammate as the senior driver for our team. i can’t let your horny teenage mindset become common knowledge to our esteemed guests.”

“first of all,” oscar says dryly, his grateful mood dissipating at the mocking, “i didn’t even know you knew the word ‘esteemed' existed,” lando scoffs, “and secondly, you are literally only two years older than me.”

lando looks at oscar with a blank stare and deadpans, “do you want to leave or not?”

oscar daps up his teammate in farewell, and makes his way over to you as quickly as he can without seeming desperate, your glass of water left behind on the counter. your back is facing him as he approaches and you're still unwillingly participating in conversation with the man who can’t take no for an answer. as he gets closer, he can piece together the conversation; the dude doesn’t believe you have a boyfriend and you must be lying to him, and you’re adamant that your boyfriend is very real.

“look, bro. even if i was lying about having a boyfriend, why would i give you my number now? like, i’m just supposed to forget how you’ve been harassing me—“

oscar rests his hand on your side, and when you turn your head to see who’s touching you, he leans down and kisses you. it’s a kiss deep enough to let everyone know who you’re leaving with tonight, but not deep enough to be salacious (he can hear lando’s cackle from the other side of the room).

you melt into his kiss before he pulls away, leaving you dazed and disoriented, stumbling into him. oscar drapes his left arm around your shoulder, guiding you to tuck into his side, while he offers his right hand to the offending man for a handshake. “it seems i haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you yet. i’m oscar, i drive for mclaren,” he introduces himself, sounding overly pleased.

the man angers, ignoring oscar’s extended hand and cockily states, “you should already know who i am. my family nicely lent you the mclaren you drove here tonight!”

“ah,” oscar smiles viciously, “if ‘your family’ kindly lent me the car, that would explain why i only remember your father’s name–and not his arrogant, disrespectful, and narcissistic trust-fund son’s name.”

the man stomps his foot in rage, like a spoiled brat, and questions, “who do you think you’re talking too?!”

oscar smirks, “nobody important, apparently,” (one of the ladies listening whispers a quiet ‘damn, that’s crazy’), oscar continues, “don’t worry, mate–i’ll make sure your father’s car returns home to him safely. should i bill you for any cleaning, in case i make a mess of it?”

the guy stumbles over a response before he scoffs and stomps away. oscar shrugs uncaring, before addressing the group of ladies who were cliqued to the side watching the whole interaction, “well. if you all don’t mind, i’m just going to steal her away from you ladies, if that’s okay?” (like there’s an option). the ladies fawn over oscar’s protectiveness before they let the two of you go, and then he starts herding you towards the exit.

it’s torture. in every five steps the two of you take, you're interrupted by various guests trying to catch you one last time. oscar feels like they’re all intentionally aggravating him; patting you on the arm, commenting on how eye-catching you look, and using the fact that the two of you are leaving to press a kiss to your hand in goodbye. you two burst out of the main doors and sigh in relief, for different reasons–for you, it’s because oscar didn’t give one of his sponsors brain damage, and for oscar, it’s because he’s one step closer to getting you in his bed.

you grasp at oscar’s hand, and he starts to lead you down the steps towards the valet, and as you fall into step at his side, you speak softly under your breath, “i can understand why you kissed me like that inside because the dude was being an asshole–even though you were marking your territory like some kind of dog–but, please; don’t tear this poor man’s throat out for helping me into the car.”

the australian remains quiet, properly chastised and works on releasing the pent up effect of the annoyances from inside the venue. everything is going well; the valet asks oscar for his parking ticket, and he goes to grab the keys, but stops just before he makes to start heading to the car, and turns back to you two and says, “i don’t know if i told you when you walked in but–you look incredibly beautiful tonight, miss. you could be a model, seriously. like, you should feel so lucky to have a woman like her–”

all attempts of oscar finding his peace are thrown out of the window. he interrupts the dude’s rambling, and bites out, “hey man, y’know what. i can just take the keys to the car. we can walk to it.”

the valet stutters, confused, “a-are you sure, i mean it’s like pretty far in the back. i can run and get it no pro–”

“it’s FINE! i mean, it’s cool, we can use the extra steps, y’know. enjoy the breeze and everything,” oscar says, slightly maniacal. there’s no breeze, it’s warm. the valet’s and your eyes meet for a second and a shared thought of “he’s trippin” is passed telepathically.

the valet concedes, not wanting to upset the f1 driver any farther and tosses him the keys. as the two of you are passing by, oscar hands the man a bill that’s probably too big based on the man’s astonished gasp. you call out to the man, continuing to walk further in the lot, “sorry about him! he just gets a little touchy about strangers driving his car, y’know?” oscar grumbles lowly next to you, and you smack him on the arm, “what did you want me to say? ‘oh sorry, my boyfriend just wants to fuck me really badly to soothe his needless jealousy?’”

“as long as he knows who’s the one who gets to take you home and fuck you.”

“oscar!” you squeak, “we both know we’d die of embarrassment if you said that. i can’t even imagine those words coming out of your mouth, in that order.”

you guys eventually puzzle out where the car is after several remote beeps of the car’s horn, and find that it’s literally tucked away in the last row, far corner with no surrounding cars for two rows.

oscar doesn’t open your door like he usually does, and leads you around to the driver's side. he opens the door, pushes the seat back as far as it goes, and sits down. without saying anything, he loosens his tie and goes to unbuckle his belt before you reach down and grab at his hand, bewildered, “oscar jack! what the fuck are you doing?”

he blinks, “i’m fucking you, right now. it’s too long of a drive back—i’m going to crash the car if you keep sitting next to me in that goddamn outfit. i was going to take you to the bathroom inside, but i figured you’d at least prefer the car. you can be a little louder here.”

your mouth dries, “you said they loaned you an incredibly rare, vintage mclaren, babe. i’m not gonna-“

oscar wrestles his way out of his suit jacket, spreads it underneath him on the leather seat, and pats his lap. “problem solved.”

shifting your weight, you glance around nervously. oscar is right, you would prefer the car over the bathroom. all those people inside who could overhear, gossip, and spread the news of how rookie mclaren, f1 driver, oscar piastri, had you yelling his name in the middle of an event. you’d pass.

“oh, c’mon now, babe. you didn’t think i saw the way you were eating me alive with your eyes inside,” your boyfriend teases, “i know you‘ve at least gotten a little wet for me already, haven’t you?”

that’s all it takes; the australian acting possessive and feening to get inside you is more than enough to have you straddling his lap and pulling the car door shut with a slam.

oscar tugs you into dirty make out, and you get lost in his pink lips, tugging teeth, and explorative tongue. the last of your breath tapers out in a reedy moan, and you break the kiss to pant against his lips, and oscar laughs. his laughter spreads through your chest, and it has your hips rolling against the bulge you feel underneath you. his amusement is cut off, and his hands fly to grip at your hips. he starts tugging you against him in a filthy grind, and choked off moans from the two of you start to fill the car.

you press kisses to oscar’s jaw line, paving a path down to his wide strong neck with your tongue. you suck on small patches of skin, not using enough suction to leave a mark, but enough for oscar to become aware of the fantasization that you could. the aussie gasps at every random suckle of your lips as he scrambles to pull the skirt up your legs. you shift your hips up to make it easier for him, as your hands feel down his torso to his belt. it unbuckles fairly easily, and you shove it out of the way, to unzip the slacks and pull his cock out.

oscar moans, throwing his head back at the feel of your hand on his length, and you get entranced in the trap that his pale thick neck is, again. you hum against his neck, introducing teeth alongside the ache of the suction of your mouth, and bully the collar of his shirt out of the way to find a space to leave a few marks. oscar’s breath freezes at the first hickey he feels you leave, but the rapid inhale he takes next clears his mind enough to have his right hand pull your panties to the side, and move to caress your heat.

you shudder on top of him, your breathy sigh amplified within the car. oscar sinks two fingers inside of you, and a much louder moan is tugged out. your hands fly up to grasp onto his shoulder, and your head tilts backward away from his neck in pleasure. his fingers thrust into you gently for a few beats slowly working to open you up for him and once he feels your cunt starting to relax, his thumb reaches to press at your clit. whines fill the air, as you lean all the way back, resting your back on the steering wheel allowing oscar all the space he needs to stretch you out. his fingers start curling as they drag out of you, and you can feel the pads of his fingers rubbing over a soft spot on the front of your walls. 

oscar’s eyes were stuck marveling over the overwhelmed expression on your face, but once he starts feeling wetness dripping down his arm he glances down, and curses out a rough, “fuck, baby—you’re dripping all over me.” your cheeks burn hot, and you can’t tell if that’s out of humiliation or the effect of his awe-filled voice. your right hand releases his shoulder, and bats at his arm, before tugging at his wrist to pull his fingers out, “that’s enough, mmm, just get in me already.”

oscar eagerly draws away; he uses his clean hand to tug his wallet out of his back pocket, and tugs a condom out with a smidge of struggle before handing it to you. you snatch it out of his hand, biting it open and rolling it over his cock, and once it’s on, you tease, “jeez, osc. you really were planning on jumping me in the middle of the event tonight—grabbing a condom and everything; you think i’m that easy?”

he chuckles, satisfied, his hand drenched in your wetness rubbing over his cock to get him slick, and teases back, “you’re about to ride my cock in the parking lot of said event, pretending to be worried about ruining the seats of this vintage car. i’m not calling you easy, but it doesn’t hurt to be prepared, does it?”

your cheeks are definitely burning from humiliation this time around, but you huff, ignoring him checking you. you tug his hand away, raising your hips, and guide him to your entrance with your own hand, before slowly sinking down. 

twin sets of moans fill the air as he bottoms out; one of his hands reaches to palm at your ass (it’s sticky, so it must be the one he fingered you with), and the other grips at your waist tightly. you squirm on top of him, knees barely managing to find enough room to prop on the seat to give you a stable base. once you feel stable in your cramped position, you give a testing grind of your hips, and from there, it’s lights out.

oscar lets you set the pace for a few thrusts, suffering in the languid rock of your hips; you’re torturously tight around him, and he can only groan at the feeling of you wrapped around him. his chest heaves, before he brings both hands to halt your hips, and starts fucking up into you rough and quick. a scream jostles out of your throat at the unexpected change of speed, but you just take it with no complaints, allowing yourself to go limp against the wheel of the car to hold your body upright. he moves your body for you, pulling you downwards to meet his upward thrusts; and you feel him constantly applying pressure against that one tender spot right under your navel.

your boyfriend revels in the sound of the moans he’s punching out of your throat, admiring the way your head is thrown back—mouth open wide, eyes scrunched tight, lips bruised and bitten to hell. it’s a lewd picture, painted by himself. the car rocks along to his frantic rhythm, windows fogging, and sweat begins to form on both of your skin. the aussie’s core tightens; he won’t last much longer, you’ve had him half-hard the whole night.

a frustrated grunt escapes oscar, and you hum questionably about to ask what’s wrong–but his right hand leaves your waist to furiously start circling your clit, and an ear piercing shriek leaves you. “c’mon now, babe. ah-be good and come f’me yeah? im so close, baby–please,” he babbles, the last shred of sanity leaving him. his hips don’t falter once–to you it feels like they’re moving quicker, every sensitive spot receiving attention from the sharp snaps of them.

you cry out, it’s all too much; your hand reaches down to press against his navel in a feeble attempt to stop him from stroking so deep and roughly, and incoherent pleads try and tumble out of your mouth, “mm! osc–no! ah–too much, baby! it’s too much–hngh–feels weird–s-slow down!” it’s like his ears are filled with cotton; he can hear you begging down at him but can’t make out what your saying over the blood rushing in his ears. he’s trapped staring at your pretty cunt, watching the obscene amount of wetness coming out of you–the suit jacket underneath him is completely ruined, and he off-handedly thinks it won’t be saving the leather upholstery.

your legs start quivering and trembling–it damn near looks like you're freezing to death, even though the car has become as humid as a sauna. your own orgasm shocks you, and your eyes roll back erotically–unable to give oscar any warning. and in your last moment of awareness, you realize that something feels different, but it’s too late.

you choke on your scream of, “oscar, fuck!” as fluid gushes out of your cunt, and the first wave is enough to completely drench oscar’s pants, and oscar finally returns to the moment in amazement. he eagerly brushes his hand against your clit, and shortens his strokes to quick little jabs to force more of your juices out, and you can only ride along. you try to slam your legs shut, to jostle oscar’s hand away, but it’s futile with his torso propping you open for him. you’re sobbing messily, as he forces more liquid to spray from your cunt–and he moans out his own orgasm, ripped from him in surprise. the australian halts his stimulation this time around when you frantically tug his wrist away when the pleasure melds to pain, and allows himself to get a few more jerks of his hips in.

you fall forward, collapsing into his chest–the squelch of your thighs meeting his pant-covered ones has him humming and grinding his hips into you as gently as he can. the two of you shake against each other, hearts rabbiting as you catch your breath. oscar’s hands rise to rub at your back, bringing you down from the aftershocks still trembling over your body. 

“i-i’ve never squirted before,” you whisper into his neck.

your boyfriend hums softly, “did you like it?”

he feels you nod against him shyly.

“then, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he comforts, knowing if he seems approving of it, you’ll be quicker to accept it as something good, “how i’m going to explain the ruined suit and car seat to mclaren on the other hand…”

a shaky laugh from you causes oscar to smile, “i told you you shouldn’t fuck me in the car.”

“how was i supposed to know that tonight would be the night i’d made you gush all over me?! i was hoping that when the time came we’d at least be on a couch,” he whines.

“shut the fuck up,” you joke, “i want a live play by play when you explain the cleaning bill to zac.”

the aussie pauses, faking thoughtfulness, “maybe i should send the bill to the trust-fund baby. zac would back me up–he’s american, he’d probably find it hilarious.”

oscar gently shifts you over to the passenger seat, and you tug your skirt all the way down, and he fights his way out of his slacks that stuck to his thighs with your wetness. he manages to wrangle them off and kicks them to the side of the car floor along with the soiled suit jacket, after fishing the keys out of them, sitting out in his boxers, and glances over to see you adjusting your appearance as best as you possibly can.

“you want a mcflurry?” the aussie offers.

“as long as we can get a fry with it,” you smile at the random shift in conversation, allowing him to hide his embarrassment.

oscar turns the keys in the ignition, and the engine rolls into life with a deep, vibrating hum. he catches your legs pressing together tightly, and you squirm at the purr of the engine under your seat.

“well,” oscar starts nonchalantly as he reverses out of the spot, “you have the time that it takes to get from the drive-through to the flat to finish eating–because as soon as we get home, i’m taking you to bed and learning how to make you squirt, consistently. i don’t care how long it takes, or how many orgasms you have–i’ll keep going ‘til you come dry, babe.”

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[mrs-hatake]

JJK Men's reaction to You not saying 'I love you' back.

Nanami:

“I’ll be returning home late.” Kento comments as he fixes his tie in front of the mirror. As always, his appearance is impeccable. Blond hair gelled to the side, suit wrinkled free and his brown shoes spotless. It’s no wonder that people still try asking him out despite the wedding band on his finger. 

“We’re having a private dinner after work with a potential client.” Kento continues. His explanation sounds just as boring as his expression. Despite coming home exhausted, complaining how much he hates corporate scum, he still has yet to resign. When You’ve brought up this issue, Kento explained that no other job can pay for his pastry addiction. 

Once satisfied with his image, Kento steps away from the mirror. His footsteps are soft as he makes his way to where You’re lounging on the dark brown leather couch. “So don’t wait up for me.” he instructs then leans down to kiss Your eager lips. 

“Gonna miss you.” Your tone comes out all high pitched and bubbly. A tone that Kento hates but has, begrudgingly, grown to love. 

“Missing you already.” Kento mumbles against Your lips that chased after his. “Love you.” he whispers softly, barely succeeding in pulling away.

He’s at the genkan, pulling on his black coat, when the silence reaches his ears. “I love you.”  Kento repeats, louder. 

When he is still met with silence, Kento clears his throat, “Is there something you want to tell me?”

Your blank face expression immediately cracks and giggles bubbles out and bursts through your lips, “I’m so-sorry!” You laugh, not able to take Kento’s bewildered face seriously, “It’s a…a prank!”

A soft sound, almost resembling a chuckle. Kento shakes his head. It doesn’t show but relief seeps through his bones. 

“I love you.” Kento says one more time, not caring that he’s running a little late for work. 

“I love you too!” With Your wide smile and cute smile, Kento heads to work with light steps. 

Gojo:

“Do you really have to go?” You whine adorably at your boyfriend who is sitting at the genkan, tying his shoes. 

Satoru jumps once he’s done with his shoes, his hoodie lined with fur bouncing in the process. His arms instantly wrap around You, smothering Your face into his wooly jacket, cutting off all of Your oxygen. 

“I know, baby.” Satoru whines back, his soft cheek nuzzling Your hair, “But it’s parents-teacher night and I can’t bail.”

You scoff at his explanation. Of all the nights the school has to pick a parents-teacher conference, it has to be on Your night off.

“You owe me.” You pout, lips trembling dramatically, up at your boyfriend once You’ve pulled back.

Satoru steals Your lips into a searing kiss, “I know.” He mumbles between each kiss, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Having had his fill, Satoru pulls back and goes to Your apartment door. Slender hand on the gold doorknob, he turns to face You with a blinding smile, “Love you!”

If there were crickets, they’d be chirping very loudly.

Satoru lowers his dark shades, “I said, I love you.” 

Taking in Your crossed arms and still pouty lips, Satoru scoffs. He marches his way over to You and picks You up in a twirl. His laugh accompanies Your screech before setting You down. 

“Love you?” The statement comes as a question now, not knowing if You’re still mad at him.

Seeing how serious Satoru is, a breathless chuckle escapes Your lips, “Relax, it was a prank I saw on Tiktok. Thought I’d try it on you.”

“Oh-ho,” Satoru’s white eyebrows lifted all the way up, meeting his hairline, “I'm definitely getting back at You for this.” He says through a shit eating grin.

Rolling Your eyes, You kiss him one last time, “I love you too.”

Geto:

“You promised you’d take me out on a date!” You accuse Your boyfriend as You blocked the apartment door with Your body.

Guilt and expiation spreads across Suguru’s handsome face, “I’m sorry, love.” His purple eyes meet Yours as he explains, “The hospital called, they’re short staffed.”

Geto Suguru is a pediatric intern, working at the local hospital just a few blocks away from his apartment. Though his job is taxing, demanding him of his labor and robbing him of his youth and hours, Suguru always made sure to save his free time and what little energy he has left towards You. Which explains why Suguru sounded so regrettable – and slightly fearful – when he canceled the date the both of you have been planning for the past month.

“They promised to give me tomorrow off. We’ll go out for lunch and drop by one of Your favorite bookstores, how about that?”

Unable to look at the guilt eating up Suguru, You drop Your stance and step away from the door.

Relieved by Your act of mercy, Suguru engulfs You in a big, bear hug. The one he knows will earn him forgiveness for whenever he fucks up.

“I love you.” Suguru mutters. Strands of Your hair tickling his lips as he kisses the top of Your head. 

“Y/N?” Suguru pulls back, his head tilting to the side, “Are you still mad?”

“Ugh,” You roll Your eyes, “You’re too cute to pull any pranks on.” You say while cupping his soft cheek and pecking his lips twice.

“I love you too.” You caress his cheek as You continue to say, “And I’m not mad. Just a trend for couples I saw on social media.”

“Oh.” Suguru flushes in embarrassment but the mirth twinkling in his eyes tells You he isn’t really upset at the prank. “I love you more!”

His arms tightens around You one last time before leaving for his twelve hour shift at the hospital.

Toji:

“I love you.”

Static silence fills his ear. Toji pulls the phone away from his ear to make sure that the line is still connected. When he sees Your name, he brings it back and repeats, “I love you.” This time louder and clearer, just in case there’s something wrong with the signal.

Still not hearing Your voice, Toji sighs heavily. His thick fingers rub the space between his eyes, “What’s wrong now?” He asks, his hand returning to the steering wheel. The street light is red and traffic is heavy. He is not in the mood for whatever fit You’re having.

“Nothing.” Comes Your response, voice small, sounding like an upset child. Toji closes his eyes. He can feel a headache coming on, both from the traffic and from Your attitude. Guess he isn’t getting any tonight. Great. Now he has to find another way to blow off steam.

“Fine. Don’t say anything.” Toji is not up for games. Working as a firefighter is no joke. Returning home every night covered in ash, skin glistening with sweat and muscles tense, it’s no wonder he’s always exhausted by the time dinner is on the table. 

Just as he’s about to jab his large thumb on the glaring red button, “Wait, stop!” he stops.

Toji waits patiently. As patiently as a ticking time bomb. 

“It was a prank,” he hears You mumble. “Someone on Tiktok said don’t say ‘I love you’ back to your partner to see how they’d react.”

Toji grunts. His eyes rolling so hard his irises disappear for a second, “And you thought it would be funny?”

“I’m sorry.”

The light turns green, he steps on the gas, “Fucking brat.” 

A heartbeat later and Toji hears, “I love you.”

As if someone has doused his ire with cold water, his anger and impatience is washed out of his system.

“I love you too.” He sighs into the phone, glad that the cars are finally moving smoothly. If luck is on his side, he’d probably be home in less than five minutes. “Don’t think You won’t be punished.”

“Eep!”

Is the last thing Toji hears before the line is dead. 

[sh4wty18]

johnnie guilbert x pregnant reader????

johnnie x pregnant!reader hcs

purple = reader blue = johnnie

tw: nothing here is accurate or representative of johnnie in real life. this is all fictional and written for fun only!

★ johnnie is 100% a girl dad !! (but he would love your kid regardless of gender ofc)

★ constantly buying you gifts throughout your pregnancy

"johnnie, why??" "you're literally growing a human inside you... you deserve it."

★ he was nervous about being a dad at first because he was scared your kids would inherit his anxiety/depression. you reassure him that he is the most empathetic, kind, and patient person you've ever met, which will make him a lovely father

★ towards the end of your pregnancy when you're exhausted and uncomfortable all the time, he's constantly offering to do your makeup and give you mani-pedis... he's not very good at it but it's the thought that counts

★ he definitely gets a hello fresh subscription just so he can easily start cooking for you

"babe, look! i'm gonna be a chef!!" "i know you are, baby."

★ writing songs for the baby before they're even born

★ playing said songs for you and the baby while you're pregnant, one hand lightly plucking his guitar while the other rests on your belly, feeling for the baby's kicks :')

★ buying a shit ton of baby stuff almost immediately after you told him you were pregnant

"babe do we really need thirty onesies?? baby's not even here yet" "y/n... you can never be too prepared. i want our baby to have the best wardrobe in the NICU"

★ cuddles aaallllllllll the time. that man cannot keep his hands off you

★ he definitely tries all your pregnancy cravings with you, despite being a picky eater, just because it's another way to spend time with you

[ooffmlsorry]

One Piece Men Take You on a Nice Vacation

A/N: Well I did a poll and y'all definitely wanted this! Let's be serious so did I. I so desperately wanna go on vacation and leave my cares behind for a week. Alas, my imagination is all I've got 😔

Characters: Monster trio, Law, Koby

ZORO

Vacation? Did you forget who your boyfriend is? Zoro is the epitome of "No days off 😤"

I think what's more likely is y'all ended up getting lost together and it turns into an impromptu vacation

But that doesn't mean it isn't nice to essentially go camping together

You're incredibly lucky, there's a nice waterfall and river, the weather stays beautiful and the nights are crisp and clear

Once you convince him it's better to stay put and wait for the others to finally find you, it becomes a really relax retreat

Zoro still insisting on training, but that's a given. You probably train with him sometimes since you're dating, but otherwise it's the longest uninterrupted peace you've had since joining the crew

Just imagine sitting together with your feet in the cool river water, fishing in comfortable silence. The two of you wade in the stream together and splash each other, cook what you caught, cuddle around the campfire, and look up at the stars at night just talking

The privacy is perfect because it allows you two connect without worrying about any of the your crew mates

Zoro's even admittedly a little surprised by how much he enjoys being alone with you (it definitely gives him thoughts about what your future together could look like)

It's something the two of you look back on incredibly fondly, and if you happen to get lost on an island again...maybe for once Zoro did it intentionally

SANJI

This man is so serious about taking you a vacation, it's the time of your life

He's such a mom though lol. He cooks a shit ton before he leaves with you so the crew can reheat it and still have nutritious meals while their cook is away

He owes Nami so much berri, but since it's for a romantic vacation with you, the interest isn't too bad 🤭

I'd imagine it's somewhere with lots to do and lots to see like Gran Tesoro or Sabaody (*ignoring how fucked they are in context of the story, I just mean a place like that)

Unlike something impromptu accidental like Zoro's, he's planned out everything. A spa day, mani/pedi, sightseeing, shopping, really nice dinners.

You dance around together in your hotel and watch the fireworks and the city lights at night. Not to mention Sanji looks extremely handsome in the glow of it.

He absolutely spoils you! All in the name of how much he appreciates and loves you

And for what it's worth you don't let him forget how much it means to you...whenever you're not utterly speechless. It's more like the two of you spoil each other lol

The two of you have a lot of fun together, living in your own rose-colored world

As much as this is about you, you Sanji sometimes wishes he lived in a fairy tale world and this is it. It's just the breather you both need.

LUFFY

You kind of have to explain to him what a vacation is at first because he thinks you're just asking about going on an adventure with him🤭

Once he does understand the concept, he's pretty gung ho about it! Well, the "relaxing" part of a vacation sounds kind of dull to him but going somewhere just the two of you sounds awesome!

He kind of just springs it on you. You mentioned it once in passing and then a week later you're on a random island together and the Sunny is sailing off to pick you guys up in a week

It's not really a vacation spot, it's just a normal island he's never been to before (because he still doesn't quite understand the difference between a vacation and an adventure) but it's nice. It's somewhat reminiscent of Loguetown or Mock Town

You still have a great time with it's charm and the fact that there's little to no Marines around means you get peace in that aspect

That's the only kind of peace you get though lol

The two of you go all over the place, trying different food, poking around the jungle and in shops, and possibly getting into a little bit of trouble

Every night the two of you crash and sleep in as much as you want, wake up whenever you want and eat as much and whenever you want

It's kind of like a long sleepover with no parents around to keep you in line

As fun as it is you'll probably start to miss the routine of living as a Straw Hat and Luffy's itching to get back to the open seas!

LAW

Law pales at the thought of a vacation, but he's not above it for the people he loves

It's absolutely not his idea though...He was trying to think of something nice for your birthday and the crew told him how stressed you've been lately (plus have seen him? He needs a damn break and they also want him to relax)

He has everything planned down to the minute. When you're going, where you're going, what you're doing, when you'll be back. This man has a whole goddamn itinerary prepared tailored to your wants.

I feel like you guys would go to a place reminiscent of Dressrosa or Water 7 (*again ignoring the in-story horrors lol), something with really beautiful architecture and lots of history.

That plan turns more into more like a rough guideline no he's not upset about it look away but it's okay because you both needed the rest and a little less rigidity does Law some good

It's okay to stumble into a bookstore and get lunch two hours later than you planned, you swear

You two mostly avoid the tourist traps, except the historical ones because they're pretty cool and you learn a lot. Walking down the streets, hand in hand (yes, you get Law to hold you hand in public, it's the small wins okay?)

He can't stop working entirely, but that gives you time to do a little exploring on your own...not to mention you're completely surprised by how he pulls you into his lap as soon as you return

Being alone together makes him realize how important you are to him. There's not nearly as much crowding his mind when he's on vacation and all that free space up there is filled with his love for you

He's also kind of surprised how much he likes you outside of the Heart Pirate's rigid routine. Seeing you dressed up and not prepared for the sea, but rather a nice dinner, is a shock to his system. The fact that you're pretty much two normal people and nothing is falling apart surprises him. Maybe, he thinks, the two of you should do this more often

KOBY

A/N: Koby is literally my baby boy, cuppy-cake, sugar plum, pumpkin. He's so precious. Just a perfect lil guy 🥹💞 if Law is my husband, then Koby is my son

Oh lord, he's sweating lol

You? Wanna go on vacation with him? Alone? He's so flustered! Such a big step!

But he's really happy and super excited!! He definitely has a little countdown going on on his calendar

I could definitely see you guys having a beach type vacation, somewhere with a pier/boardwalk with all kinds of games and maybe a few cheap rides too

He'd absolutely win you a prize, and even better if you beat him and win him a prize

The photo booth pictures you end up taking are so cute and he keeps them forever

You hang out on the beach and build a massive sand castle, y'all probably get a terrible sunburn or at least Koby does 🤭

And at night you take nice long walks, listening to waves and collecting shells that catch your attention

The vacation is good for you, but it's also good for him to be out of the Marine environment for a minute

He gets to enjoy the results of all of his hard work and it makes him incredibly grateful that you're by his side, and when he tells you as such it's a long stuttering speech but he makes it through

Don't be surprised that he's awake at least 2-3 hours before you but that just means he gets time to think about what you're gonna do and be completely captivated as you sleep beside him

Those photo booth pictures? He keeps them in his jacket now. Whenever he gets overwhelmed or feels homesick he'll either look at them or pat his pocket to remind himself of those moments with you

[throughthetwistedmirror]

The Spoiled Treatment ~ *Jamil Viper*

Summary: Jamil works so hard for everyone he cares about. It hurts your heart that no one takes care of him in turn. That's why you take it on yourself to spoil him rotten.

Pairing: Jamil Viper X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 768

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

Taglist: @moonitsune @savanaclaw1996 @goseew

A/N: This is a request!

Jamil worked harder than any other Scarabia student you knew and it broke your heart. You understood why he did it; his family worked for Kalim's and he cared very much for the future of his dorm, though he'd never admit it out loud. But that didn’t mean he needed to work himself half to death. So you came up with a brilliant plan in an effort to help him relax.

When he woke up on the day of your plan, you surprised him with breakfast in bed. Instantly, he was suspicious of your behavior and your motives.

"What's all this?" He skeptically asked, staring at the food before him.

"Well, you do so much for Kalim and the rest of the students in Scarabia, but you never take any time for yourself." You sheepishly explain, shifting your weight from foot to foot. "So I thought I would do something special to show you how much we all appreciate you. And before you ask, Kalim is spending the whole day with his family back in Scalding Sands. The rest of Scarabia is out of the dorm as well. It's just you and me, and I am determined to spoil you rotten today!"

"But-"

You held the food you made for him up to his nose to stop him from protesting. "You can't back out of this, Now, eat up! We have a long day of doing nothing ahead of us!"

Though he seemed reluctant, Jamil finished his meal, which made you smile as he admitted to how delicious it was. Following breakfast, you brought him to one of the spare dorms that was used for the many guests that come over at the request of Kalim. You had completely transformed the room to look like a day spa. It was a lot of work and it was all done behind Jamil's back, but you were proud of what you accomplished. Jamil, on the other hand, was a little annoyed, but let it slide because of the puppy dog eyes you flashed at him.

He enjoyed a warm, relaxing bath as you gently washed his hair. When he changed into a fluffy robe, you brushed and braided his hair with deft fingers.

"You're pretty good at this." He mused as he let your fingers run through his soft, silky hair. "I might just have to ask you to braid my hair more often."

"I'd be honored." You gushed before tying off and beginning to massage his shoulders. 

He flinched at your touch. "What are you doing now?"

"I'm sure you're all wound up tighter than a clock and I was right. I'm just trying to ease some of the tension in your shoulders." You explain. "Just relax, please. Today is all about you."

It turns out, it was a lot harder to get him to relax than you anticipated. He was so jumpy every time you tried to do something nice for him. He also looked guilty when he thought you weren't looking, as if he should be helping you in some way. But you would not be deterred. You were going to show him how much you appreciated him because he deserved it.

You gave Jamil a mani-pedi and a hand massage. You allowed him to assist you with making lunch and he was definitely in his element as he showed you how to make traditional dishes from Scalding Sands. You couldn't stop complimenting him on his amazing cooking skills and his blush made you praise him even more.

After lunch, the two of you built a pillow fort, which was pretty elaborate thanks to Kalim's obsession with pillows. When you both were settled in comfy clothes and full of snacks, you turned on a movie marathon. As the hours ticked by, you watched as Jamil became more and more relaxed. It seemed your plan was finally working.

Dinner consisted of more comfort food for Jamil before you led him outside to stargaze. You both told stories about the stars above, leaning against each other, cuddling under a blanket. You almost fell asleep listening to the sweet lull of his voice, when you were startled by the sound of fireworks.

Jamil smirked and pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "What a finale, I must say."

You shook your head. "The fireworks weren't me."

He furrowed his brows before realization dawned on both of you at the same time. "Kalim."

A laugh escaped you. "Of course! I should've known!"

"Still," He pulled you closer. "Thank you."

"Of course." You nod and kiss him. "Anything for you."

[nymphomatique]

hey Barbie what is your headcanon on nerd Miguel (like just fluffy stuff that he would do with you) ? 🥺 I need some more nerd Miguel fluff 😭.

of course my darling! headcannons under the cut!

miguel in this au is the biggest sweetheart let me tell you (even if reader is a cunt most times ur still his wife in his mind trust)

he’s sooo big on acts of service

mention in passing you’re feeling down? bouquet of roses will be at your door with your favourite candy.

pmsing? he’s running you baths, giving you massages, rubbing your feet, getting you heat pads for your cramps, all that!

he loves doing stuff for you, homework included lol

he’s such a cutie i feel like because he wears his glasses for long periods of time he gets the dent across his nose sometimes and it’s the cutest thing ever

you’ll laugh when he takes his glasses off and he’ll thing you’re laughing at how he looks without them before you tell him to look in a mirror and he sees the little line LMAO

one thing abt migs is he’s the definition of chivalry baby

opens doors for you, carries your books, shopping bags, whatever the case is!

he truly believes that when he’s around, you shouldn’t be lifting a pretty manicured finger 🧏🏾‍♀️

speaking of manicures, mani pedi dates helloooooo

he’ll even get a matching of what you got on your nails on one finger on each hand

you get a hello kitty set? rest assured that ring finger got a lil hello kitty

and maybe even your initials 🤭

no questions asked he’s rushing to pay for these double mani pedi dates

does those sheet face masks with you even though he HATES the feeling of them on his skin

he’s so mr darcy coded he def does the hand clench when your fingers brush together 💔

he texts you updates about this little mecha figurines and lego sets that he builds. he even sends you a picture of the flower bouquet one finished and says it’s yours to keep if you want it :((

loves going shopping with you because it’s the one time you’re TRULY so happy and smiling all the time!

your eyes turn into stars when you see the cutest thing on the rack and you try it on and he swoons cause you’re gushing at how cute it looks on you

he’s just happy to sit there and watch you, carry your bags, whatever the cases may be :)

he’s such a sucker for your kisses especially when you have lipstick on! if you kiss him on the cheek and your lipstick mark is there, trust me when i say it’s STAYING there lol

hes literally malewife personified :(( just a sucker for his mean girlboss mommy dommy and who blame the poor man!!!

[hxrukii]

Hi, lovely human! Saw ur reqs open so Imma give u a prompt! Vil x fem!reader (platonic), she has that typical queen bee attitude like in that classic Mean Girls film (Ily, Rachel McAdams) & is a public-speaker:3 I wonder how their duo would turn out! Besties ending, finger-crossed. Ty, lavya

❝Get in losers, we're going shopping.❞

╭・๑ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲︰ʚ Vil Scheonheit with a Queen B!Reader.‧₊˚✦

‧₊˚↷ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬)┊❝ Vil Scheonheit ❞ ⸜⸜*

↷︰ʚ 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 ‧₊˚✦ Reader is female and is implied to be Yuu. This was kinda hard since I never actually watched Mean Girls, only seen clips and stuff but I hope I did good lmao

╰・𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) ‧₊˚꒰ Platonic ɞ‧✦

Vil Schoenheit and Queen B!Reader would either be the bestest of friends or each other's sworn enemies fr

Like one moment they're arguing about who's outfit is the best, and the next they're judging someone's outfit and agreeing with each other.

When they get into an argument it would probably be something like where a person goes "That doesn't look flattening on you." And the other would respond with "Oh yeah? Well I didn't ask." Or something, though they know that the other just wants them too look their best, even if it's not the best way to show it.

Would definitely, 100% go on a spa day together, with mani-pedi and all that.

I feel like Vil and Queen B!Reader would scare and annoy the shit out of Epel, like they always want to dress him up much his dismay and would also give him the longest scolding of his life if he as much as annoy them.

The two of them would talk about different fashion trends from their respective words and judges them.

Vil himself isn't into gossip very much, but would definitely listen quietly whenever Queen B!Reader has any gosip they overheard to share.

Shopping sprees every week 100%, sometime Rook would even accompany the two of them.

The two of them would definitely be Crewel's preferred students, especially if Queen B!Reader still has decent/good grades and attendance, if not then he would prefer Vil more but definitely wouldn't mind Queen B!Reader's presence all that much, especially since studying for something from another world they never knew probably isn't no easy task.

The three of them, Vil, Crewel and Queen B!Reader will sometimes have brunch with each other, when Vil and Crewel aren't busy ofc, and talk about fashion and stuff.

"So last time you were talking about a fashion trend from your time, something called Y2K fashion if I'm not wrong? What exactly is it about?"

꒰ ◁ ꒱┊❝Back to Vil's Masterlist❞

[seneon]

omgomgomg.. blue lock 11 and their love languages in your opinion...

blue lock eleven and their love languages.

about. gender neutral! reader. contains fluff and crack.

notes. i'm not sure if the author of blue lock has ever mentioned their love languages before but i do know that he noted some of their kinks before 😧

YOICHI ISAGI — QUALITY TIME / WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

isagi would be the type to make time for you even if he's busy. he'd just cram his schedule or straightaway ditch them just for you. he also likes to affirm his s/o despite having a foul mouth 💀 but hey, you get a mouth that can affirm and destroy so yeah...

MEGURU BACHIRA — PHYSICAL TOUCH

bachira won't stop clinging onto you and will literally follow you everywhere you go. you find it cute though, but when he sensed even a single discomfort, he would stop following you around. of course, you can never forget hours of cuddles with bachira!! he loves holding your hands too.

HYOMA CHIGIRI — GIFT GIVING

chigiri knows all the best products that his s/o likes because of his sister. but he would literally go all out just to buy the skincare products, books, drinks, whatever, that you want just to keep you happy. chigiri is the type to spoil his s/o and himself too.

SEISHIRO NAGI — PHYSICAL TOUCH

nagi is quite the lazy person and reo pretty much does everything for him so he'd probably be the one who's also really clingy to you. except his clinging is putting his entire body on you thinking you're huge enough like reo to carry him or something. jokes aside— he's the type of guy who loves hugging you from behind.

RIN ITOSHI — ACTS OF SERVICE / GIFT GIVING

rin's love language is most likely acts of service to show you how much he cares for you despite him having little to no time for you on his hands. he'll give you the princess treatment along with giving you gifts that he handmade himself since he's not that fond of spending that much money. he'll try his best to make you happy tho.

SHOEI BARO — ACTS OF SERVICE

baro is definitely going to cook, clean, service you and everything else. i mean, it's BARO... he's not gonna let you do anything but let you sit, relax and enjoy while he does all the work for you. it's just his way of showing how much he cares for you and he wouldn't want you to sweat or waste your energy.

REO MIKAGE — ALL FIVE LOVE LANGUAGES

reo is all in one. bros the whole package. he can shower you with sweet and loving words of affirmation, buy you a shit ton of gifts, treat you like a princess, cancel everything in his schedule just for you and hold your hands a lot. he also likes to kiss your hand. it makes him feel like a gentleman.

JYUBEI ARYU — QUALITY TIME

aryu would love spending his time with his s/o. you guys would do your mani and pedi together or go to beauty salons together. it's just going to be a wholesome thing with aryu. he loves to spend time with whoever he fell in love with and proclaims the most beautiful.

TABITO KARASU — PHYSICAL TOUCH

karasu always needs some type of touch to keep him going and alive. so he likes to wrap his arms around you and keep kissing your face everywhere. be careful though, he might overdo it and get too into it.

EITA OTOYA — PHYSICAL TOUCH / WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

otoya just takes physical touch differently and makes his own changes of rules for words of affirmation. he's always being seductive with you and just likes to randomly whisper sweet words into your ears whenever he's bored. idk but i think quality time too..

KENYU YUKIMIYA — QUALITY TIME / GIFT GIVING

yukimiya is a model right? he rarely has time for you. however, when he does have time, he'll spend every single minute of it with you— going on dates, just hanging out, vice versa. when he doesn't have time however, he tells someone from his modelling agency to buy you some gifts and sends them straight to your doorstep.

GIN GAGAMARU — ACTS OF SERVICE

gagamaru tries his hardest to make you happy with his love language. since he doesn't really know much about romance, he occasionally asks you questions about this and that, taking notes of your preferences then he'll service you with you perfect preference. like coffee, or your type of environment.

YŌ HIORI — WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

hiori is sort of, in a way, good with words. he might not do much, but his voice is enough for you. you love hearing him talk. when you told him about it, he never stopped talking and giving you comforting words that would never fail to make you feel loved.

IKKI NIKO — QUALITY TIME / PHYSICAL TOUCH

niko absolutely loves spending time with you. if anything else, he adores it more than anything else. in those quality times, he likes to admire your eyes and give you shy little hugs, or style your hair. anything in those quality time is fine with him, as long as he gets to spend it with you.

[crabonfire]

Oh no! The [merc class] has been captured! An enemy team member is preparing for torture/interrogation... Right?

Maybe not!

"You know, I've told them dozens of times to give me clear orders. But today I've been ordered to, and I quote, "take good care of [class]". So that's exactly what I'm going to do."

And then they give the captive a massage/mani-pedi/tea party idk.

So yeah, mercs of TF2 being "taken good care of", except it's literal care (with exception of restraints, probably, since malicious compliance can only go so far and outright letting a captive go would be too much).

HAHAHAHAHAHHA I love this!!! s/o just like me fr!!!

Mercs who's..being taken care of by the enemy s/o.

warnings: this is silly!!! beware of the goof

characters: all mercs

note: this can be seen as platonic or romantic!!😎😎

♡Scout♡

•...what? what the hell?

• "is this some kinda joke or sum?" He says as you pour him a cup of tea, still tied up.

"Are you questioning my tea pouring abilities? I'm pretty good okay! I've been practicing you know?"

"...what?"

"Oh were you not...talking about the tea?"

"fuck no??"

• he's not really complaining? Just?? Angrily confused and pleasantly surprised at the same time???

• he saw how tough you can be on the battlefield so when you just sit him down on a tiny table with an authentic Chinese tea set, with plates of cookies and cake he's...what?

He honestly thinks it's kinda nice how your actually not gonna torture him (again why would he complain) but...goddamn. okay.

♡Pyro♡

• LETS GOOOOOOOO

• "do you want more tea?"

"MmMPH!! mmmph mmhhuhhd mmhhh :)" ( yes!! more sugar please :) )

"got it."

• You both get along great. Trust that he will openly get himself kidnapped if it meant that you'd be his friend.

"Hey wait-they get back in 4 hours...you...wanna paint each others nails?"

"MMMMHHH!?!?!?! mmh mmhhy mmhd." (YESSS?!?! oh my god.)

• painting each others nails (on his gloves because he wants his gloves to be pretty) and just gossiping about each others teams. it's nice. he got a new person to ramble to!!

"Dude oh my god our scout is so ANNOYINGGGG"

"mmhmm mmhhhd mmh mmhds...mmhhs mh mmmhd." (You should see ours...he's a dick.)

♡Soldier♡

• he feels embarrassed and disappointed. (if you read the comics you know why)

• he's just quiet the entire time, angry and confused on why he's not being roughly tortured now. (he's definitely masochistic or something...not surprising!!! he loves the fight)

• "why aren't you drinking your tea?"

"I DONT WANT YOUR SCUMMY TEA! I DO NOT TRUST ANYTHING THAT YOU WANT TO GIVE ME!"

"Suit yourself."

a couple minutes pass by, and he gives in and takes a sip. he does not like tea. you laugh and give him something else, and he ends up just accepting his fate.

• "what colour do you want your nails to be?"

"...RED...blue...and...white..?"

"Like the American flag?"

"YES!"

He calms down after a while and just rambles about his "war" stories to you.

Once he gets back to base completely unharmed with a newfound appreciation for the enemy team's [YOUR CLASS] and...American themed nails? He gets stared at by his co workers.

"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKIN AT? YOU WANT TO START A FIGHT BOY?"

"ACK-FUCK- no no-nothin...geez solly what happened to ya?"

He glares daggers at him through his helmet, and moves on with his day.

♡Demo♡

• oh. okay.

• all his worry just washes away as he sits down with you, getting his nails painted purple.

"Oh, you don't like tea? What do you like?"

"Ya got any scrumpy?"

"Huh, yeah actually. A ton, I'll get you a bottle."

"Thanks love, yer an angel."

• you really think he's gonna complain about it? Nah...free alcohol AND he gets his nails done? bro. he might take you out for dinner to repay your generosity tbh.

• you two just joke around and have some fun, he really likes you now. he will talk to you in the middle of battle and just casually flirt. (If your not interested he'll back off.)

♡Heavy♡

• thinks it's a trick but once he senses there is no ill intentions from you he's caved in.

• thinks it's pretty sweet, such a determined spirit in battle is so sweet and silly within closed doors.

• you two will exchange stories on each others personal lives, he will gladly ramble on about his family if you let him.

• has a newfound interest in you, you two don't fight much now during battles and just pass each other by, you two are like friends!!

♡Engie♡

• OK lmao

• yeah sure, has to do this with pyro daily so it's no different coming from the enemy team.

• "Sorry to bother you sugar, but my restrains are gettin' a little tight. Mind loosening them up a bit?"

"Oh totally, sorry man."

"S' alright, thank you for your hospitality."

• you two just sorta gossip about your teams, he has an insane amount of dirt on each of the mercenaries...

"No way, actually?"

"Yeah. You shoulda' seen the poor guys face when Soldier did that to him. Scout and Demoman were laughin' so hard I thought they were gonna choke!"

• you two probably spend too much time together that you've both forgotten that you were supposed to hold him captive, now his arm is around your shoulder, the two of you, slightly drunk and laughing crying to hilarious stories.

• he respects you as a person, and enjoys your company. Wouldn't mind being kidnapped again if it meant he'd spent it with you.

♡Medic♡

• he's laughing. Okay, sure, fine, better than torture.

• I genuinely don't know what to say other than the fact I think the whole time he's just laughing due to how silly it is.

• comes back and rambles to heavy about how his kidnapping was literally just a free spa day, with white painted nails and the smell of tea radiated from him.

♡Sniper♡

• is this some kind of sick, fucked up joke?

• he'll actually be kinda mad, like all this trouble just for you to drink tea with him? Fuck off

• "Mate, when I get outta these restraints I'm gonna show you why you shouldn't fuck with me."

"...dude what? chillax dawg I'm literally making us tea."

"Bloody hell."

• he gives in...after an hour or so.

• sighing, "just pick a random color, don't make it bright." He says, as your pulling our your nail polish. "You got it boss." You smile, taking out a muddy green color that fits him quite well.

• he's just ranting the entire time honestly it's like a therapy session

♡Spy♡

• finds this amusing and will play along.

• "Your tea set has quite an exquisite color, it's one I have yet seen on any tea sets."

"Yeah! Got this off of a bidding, she's a real beauty."

He snickers, "Indeed she is. May I have another cup?"

"Of course my good man."

• it's like he's role-playing with somebody he finds it cute!!

• he will not say much, but he will listen. He will not let you do his nails, but he will do them for you instead. flirting, trying to woo you.

"You have the prettiest hands, I cannot believe these are the hands that have stolen my lives, time and time again. You are full of surprises, aren't you?"

"Aw man, you charmer. Your just saying that."

"No, I am simply stating the truth. You are quite the interesting character."

• bro got that victim rizz (he got kidnapped so technically)

Hi...I'm back...sortve. um. Yeah. Sup brooo

[cherry-pop-elf]

Weasley Siblings Giving You A Mani-Pedi! 💅

A friend of mine is from another country/culture and we ended up talking about mani pedis. I helped translate them, and I got to learn about their culture and how they view them. It was cute and wholesome! So it inspired this. ((Also it’s called projecting because when you are in a wheelchair you get self conscious, and also can’t get mani’s because of needing to roll and self conscious about pedi’s because of surgical scars

William ‘Bill’

As the eldest, you just develop a lot of skills. Especially when the baby girl of the family needs female support. As the designated ‘man with long hair’ he was the one to help her with polish a lot. So he would know what he’s doing, but would also want to keep them practical to. He would give you nails that would be simple, clean, but with top coats. Making sure they last, so you can enjoy them. He also gives you the full wash deal. He knows better than anyone. Also, he is 100% the grunge type to always have his nails painted black. He’s just the grunge aesthetic king. Black nails are his favorite. If you ask him to paint you little moons and stars on your fingers and toes, he will try his best. They always turn out stunning. Curse breakers have to have a steady hand after all.

Charlie

Hope you like nails that can stab a bitch. He has worked with dragons for so long, you’ll either end up with nails so flat you’ll never get anything done. Or nails so sharp you can use them for cutting the stems off flowers. Sharp, or dull. No inbetween. Hope you like dull toe nails and vampire finger nails. He is also a bit messy with the paint. That’s what cleaning spells, and cotton balls, are for anyway. He’s gonna paint them red every time, hope you know that. He himself doesn’t wear nail polish, because it’s never gonna last long anyway. He did, however, always join in with painting sessions with Ginny. He’s a good older brother!

Percy

He feels it’s to ‘femmine’ and just has an overly traditional view. So never expect him to sport anyway. He does, however, know how to care for his nails. He takes hygiene very seriously, so he would be happy to help keep your nails presentable. Cleaned, nail beds worked on, trimmed, and a transparent top coat to help keep them looking presentable. If he’s in the mood, a French tip will be on the menu. He just doesn’t care, beyond keeping them cleaned. His Percy, what else did you expect?

Fred and George

They are going to have fun with it. It’ll be messy, but it’s going to be so much fun doing it with you. Fred more than happy to do so, and will even ask you to do his. Same for George. They are twins, they love to be cliche and do matchies or complimentary in some fashion. Fred is the messier of the two, while George is able to be more neat and thoughtful. Definitely will work your toes, while Fred works your hands. Expect wild colors, and fun designs. Like glitter hearts, with little beads on them. They wanna have fun with it! They also have their nails painted, typically orange and purple in some fashion. They also love doing gel stuff for meetings, and business events. It’s fashion, and colors. They are the Weasley Twins. Gender conformity? I hardly know her!

Ron

He has no idea what he is doing, please send this man some help. He doesn’t know the difference between gel, and a top coat. He’s mixing the colors, he’s gotten it on his clothes, HERMIONE HELP-! He’s trying his best, but he just has no clue. You’ll need to teach him alot, but he’s willing to learn! He does think it’s neat that you can have a ‘theme’ with your nails. Like paint them as the color of your favorite quidditch team. That’s what gets him on board. Your nails are gonna get so sloppy, but hey. Who hasn’t had sloppy nails? A lot of it will end up being you painting his nails. You are allowed to get more creative with his toes, since less people will see them. Baby steps.

Ginny

The girl of the hour. As a kid, she liked it alot. Helped her stand out against her brothers. Now? She has her own style. Given she’s a Quidditch star, it can be rather rough on the hands. She does, however, really enjoy the subtle styles. Like transparent glitters. That’s her favorite. Just a touch of magic, if you will. She would love to have you more of her model, of what she can do. Have you wear all the fun things she can’t. Like making ombré’s, and tiny designs. It’s a really great way to bond. It helps her with her connection with feminine side. It can be hard. Being raised by six boys, but also genuinely being a Tom Boy. Makes you have a weird connection to what makes a ‘girl a girl.’ So this helps her feel that connection. She loves it. A wonderful way to spend her time with you.

[tacosaysroar]

7

This time next week, I’ll be with NFA. Cousin wedding on Friday, family brunch on Saturday, and then the rest of the weekend to just enjoy being together: I. Can’t. WAIT. 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

I finally filled out that leadership survey for Dolores on Friday . . . and then promptly freaked the fuck out about whether or not she’d get to read them directly and figure out which one was mine. NFA assured me I was diplomatic and talked me off the ledge, but I still feel slightly anxious.

The boy who took Adelaide on her first official (solo) date was in a play this afternoon at a local children’s theater program: Wind in the Willows. We went to the matinee with some friends. He played the mole and afterwards Adelaide kept saying how cute he was in his costume (which was essentially like an extra in Newsies).

I’ve got something happening on my torso that seems like it could be poison ivy — dear god, the itching — but I’ve always assumed I was immune. (My grandmother was definitely immune and I’ve been directly exposed many, many times with zero reaction . . . but maybe that can change over your life? Or maybe it’s from something else entirely?) Anyway, hydrocortisone cream is providing some relief, but it’s been two days of itchiness and I’ve washed my clothes and my bedding and I’d really like to be finished now. *don’t scratch don’t scratch don’t scratch*

I think Tuesday is mani/pedi day. I always go with my actual nails, but I’ve now broken two of them all the way down. Sooooo fake nails maybe? I haven’t decided. 😬

My work partner thinks I should ask about being promoted to senior [job title] in about a month. Provided Dolores doesn’t get weird with me after the surveys come out, I’m thinking I may broach the subject in the beginning of June.

I’m so excited about this weekend away that I’m actually going to start packing tonight, which is totally unheard of. I never pack until the day before. Sometimes I don’t even pack until the day I leave. But I do always make a list. So there’s that.

[rougepancake]

Domestic mitsuri x shinbou x fem reader HCS! (Could be nsfw or sfw whatever works for u!)

DATE NIGHT

What it’s like to date them

Sfw & nsfw hcs (mixed together I am so sorry I wasn’t thinking 😭)

Ft. Shinobu Kocho and Mitsuri Kanroji

Warnings: Some suggestive material under cut but nothing too bad. Modern au. Had a blast writing this tsym anon 😩

SHINOBU KOCHO

If you’re taller than her then have fun. She’ll look up at you and KICK YOUR ASS for simply being tall

If you’re shorter than her you’ll get pampered because she feels the need to rub it in

She’s definitely into quality time and physical touch all the way. Since she doesn’t tend to vocalize how she’s feeling, these kind of make up for it 😉

Is definitely the type of gal to book mani pedis for you two as a date as well as go and get your hair dyed together

Unlike Mitsuri, she isn’t clingy and trusts you quite a lot. She knows that no one else can eat you out as good as she can, and it kills you every time she mentions it

SPEAKING OF MENTIONING IT

She’ll openly dirty talk you in public with no shame whatsoever. In fact, she’s brutal

Won’t even stop if you offer to pay her

Has no regrets because she loves seeing you all flustered and cute like that

If she spends the night at your place BE PREPARED

She cuddles in her sleep and DENIES IT TO DEATH

Also enjoys showering/bathing together but not in a sexual way. She believes that it’s a good way to spend time together and just bond as a couple

HERE COMES THE QUALITY TIME AGAIN RAHHHH

It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, when you’re doing it, or how long it’ll take you, she will find a way to join and/or help you out

Unless you’re complaining about it

Then she’ll sit and watch you suffer 😔

All in all, she’s the type of woman to definitely wind up in a relationship with the “best friends” dynamic

You have a lot of fun together and she wouldn’t want it any other way

MITSURI KANROJI

SHE LOVES TO GO ON ADVENTURES

That’s how you spend a lot of your time together (post/during your relationship)

Her love languages are receiving gifts and words of affirmation

If you say you can’t do it think again!! You’ll wholeheartedly believe you can by the time she’s done with you!!!!

Loves to go out and try new things!! She’ll try anything once and definitely lives with the yolo mindset

Her ideal date is going out on a hike or trying a new restaurant. Either is fine for her as long as you’re down for the ride

Since she’ll try anything once, your time alone is fairly interesting. In the sense of you’ll bring something up and she’ll say yes without a second thought

Prefers to keep what happens in the bedroom between you and her. HATES public humiliation going both ways because she feels guilty afterwards

Since one of her love languages is receiving gifts, she loves to show up with random trinkets and such that she’s found

“Oh here you go Y/n! This shiny rock made me think of you!!”

Stuff like that

It’s honestly so sweet

She was once a hopeless romantic, and now that she has you, she’s a bit worried that you might just up and vanish one day, so she has a tendency to be a little clingy

That’s okay though cause you love it

(She also enjoys cooking for you quite a bit but is quite embarrassed to admit it since her cooking skills are questionable)

Also enjoys watching movies with you and ‘accidentally’ falling asleep on your lap

She enjoys romantic cliches (even if they’re stupid)

You guys were definitely close friends before you started dating, so you’ve got that ‘we know each other better than our own parents’ type of vibe

Let’s just say you’re incredibly grateful that you wound up meeting her 😩

[pokegalla]

Requested by @tryslogic

A little comfort and fluff for the soul✨

How will these Sans AUs comfort their S/o when they dissociate themselves after hearing bad news?

Fresh:

* Fresh is a fun guy to be with and you’re his S/o. He’s always ready to take you out for some fun and mischief! But he’s quick to catch on when you started acting different. Now he’s not very good with understanding emotions…..but he’s smart enough to know if it’s something not good. This was a clear bad sign and he’s already by your side once he’s figured it out.

* How he approached you was rather blunt- “Wassup brah? You not feeling yourself? Ain’t been getting yer messages in awhile.” He’s pretty casual about it and doesn’t seem concerned. Just genuinely curious. It only confuses him more when you don’t answer. So when you DO explain about receiving bad news and your dissociation as a sort of emotional whiplash…..he just stares at you…..then with a straight face says “Wat Dat? Is that like a rollercoaster-?” You swear if you didn’t love him, you would have punched him but instead you can’t help but laugh.

* But that’s definitely how he’s gonna help you! Making you laugh and come out of your shell bit by bit. He’ll get you your favorite snacks and chill with you the entire day in your home, playing games and snuggling. Once he sees you feeling better, he’ll look….surprisingly relieved. It’s odd he can’t feel emotions. But he does always feel…..something when he sees you smile. Something special.

* He wants to protect that special something you have together❤️

Lust:

* He’s a wonderful bone-friend and he’s very sweet as he always will give you the space you need. So when he notices you not messaging as much, he at least keeps messaging you sweet words of confirmation, letting you know that he still loves you and gives you multiple cute compliments with cute emojis as well✨ he usually waits until you tell him what’s wrong or say that you wanted to talk. Once you do, he immediately goes visit you.

* He comes over already with sweets and coffee from a nice bakery just for the two of you to share while you both talked about what’s wrong. “C’mon love…..you can take your own time. But know that I’m here for you.” You can’t help but feel much more comfortable as you tell him your recent situation and how drained you felt. “Awwww you poor little thing~ I’ll make sure to take care of you~”

* And he was not kidding on that. He ended up giving you a fun little spa day at home! Giving each other face masks, mani-pedis, washing your hair, massages, that skellie spoiled you rotten- by the end of the day, you two were cuddling in each other’s arms. He made sure you were ok by flirting and complimenting you…..and seeing you blush was just a nice bonus~. He’d be so happy to see you feeling better, he’d smother you in kisses.

* He’s your little Casanova! He wants to make sure his sweet S/o is happy no matter what!

Blue:

* Blue is a little confident sweetheart! At least he tries to be confident. Deep down he’s quite the Worrywart for the people he cares about. So seeing you distance yourself rang a lot of alarm bells for Blue. But oh he was so hesitant to confront you about it. What if he bothered you? What if he was overthinking? Oh what if HE was the reason you were upset?! He had to snap himself out of it. Whatever the case may be, it was his job to help his S/o!

* He kinda tries to dance around trying to ask you what’s wrong by asking questions about your day, if you’ve eaten anything, Y’know just making sure you’re ok. But when you question his concerns, he finally says it. “Well you’ve been….distant. And I didn’t know how to ask you directly. I’m sorry if I did anything wrong-“ you of course stop him right there. After all it wasn’t his fault at all! After the explanation, he understood right away! “Really?! Oh well we can’t have that now can we? Just leave it to me!”

* Blue did not hold back- he started cleaning the place, doing your laundry, dishes, and he didn’t want you doing ANYTHING. He wanted you to relax and have time for yourself! And he even made dinner for you! (He didn’t burn the kitchen down and it actually tasted pretty good thank god- but it seems he’s been practicing for you❤️). The day ended off with cuddles on the couch while watching a movie. Poor guy was super tired at the end but you couldn’t be more happier to have him as your bone-friend.

* He really is like your knight in shining armor, ready to defend you from anything! Even a bad day!

[dozing-marshmallow]

BAKING WITH TOTAL DRAMA CHARACTERS SCENARIOS

(Photos aren’t mine by the way!)

BAKING WITH LINDSAY

(AS A BIRTHDAY SURPRISE)

You were surprised when she told you she didn’t have a mani-pedi appointment today. As if the day couldn’t be more convenient.

In Lindsay’s world, there was no such thing as baking unless it was done for her. And she was no expert in cooking either, which is why she was hesitant to bake.

“I don’t get it... Why am I putting four eggs in when five is my lucky number?”

Yep. As long as she was in the kitchen you could not let your guard down.

“What are you saying? What’s with all this flour? And this butter? Is that supposed to help me remember it?”

Alright, you both definitely didn’t have the same image in mind,“Remember what, Lindsay? We’re baking.”

“Ohh bake!” See? “I thought you meant pake, you know like password authenticated blah blah... Oh I’m soooo happy that wasn’t the case, you really aren’t complicated in that way, (Y/M)!”

She still messes your name up sometimes. But on the bright side, her motivation and inner child was found.

She loved pouring the sprinkles into the batter and tried her best to not break any when mixing.

You strictly put yourself in charge of dividing the batter evenly between each tin and swapping them around fifteen minutes within oven baking.

In the meantime, Lindsay managed to get started on the icing- not without constant confirmation that she was doing it right. Seems like she learnt a lot already.

All was looking well, until you noticed something out of place in the bowl. Feeling icky, you carefully extract it,”Lindsay... Is this your hair?”

“Oops...”

You fixed her hair into various styles until the timer went off.

She was gasping in amazement to how solid and fragrant they came out, asking if she could just eat them like that, and you don’t blame her.

Fast forward to icing the layer in between the combined cake and it as a whole, you were about done preparing the piping bag from a separate bowl of icing when she suddenly pleaded to do it.

Anxious, you handed it over to her. Your worry about any mistake she could make was short lived when remembering that even if it did come out slobbery, you know that her intentions were pure and it’s not like anyone else was going to eat the cake anyway. Until watching her actually pipe made you realise she was no amateur:

She was way better at it than you expected.

Seriously, her flowering and swirls were so high in symmetry, it was practically perfect!

“Duhhh! I do makeup! Hair and makeup! I’m like basically holding a curler, ooo I wonder if I could use this bag to style my hair instead? This has to be Victoria’s Secret to smelling so good!”

Logic never went well with Lindsay’s talents. And that was fine with you.

“Taa-da!” She cheers out,”Ohh it’s so pretty... I almost don’t wanna eat it!”

You congratulated Lindsay for her fruitful efforts and asked if she knew why you wanted to bake a cake with her specifically on that day.

“Because you like like me?” Her response after her time of self complimenting over the finish product was done.

“Yes, and also...” This is it.

You grabbed your 1 candle and 7 candle, placing them next to each other on top of the cake.

She watched as you lit them up in seconds, and without warning, the occasion hit her.

“Ohh right! Now I know why my Facebook’s blowing up like crazy today! It’s today!” As though the piped cursive writing of her name on top of the cake didn’t tell her too, but when she started clapping her hands together with that big smile on her shiny lips, it made up for it,”Yaaay! Seventy one today! Can’t believe how long it’s been since I first picked up a magazine. And was born, can’t forget about that, duh. Uh oh. Does that mean I’ll get frail and wrinkles now? Aww I don’t wanna give up tanning! Not yet!”

“You don’t need to worry about that for now, Lindsay, because it actually says seventeen. You’re seventeen today, and for another three hundred and sixty five days. Happy birthday, baby.” ⟡

BAKING WITH GWEN

(HELPING HER OUT)

“A pie, huh? Which flavour you thinking, apple, blueber-“

“Blackcurrant. We’ll be making a blackcurrant pie... that okay with you?”

When Gwen told you that her clique were hosting a get together party, you were almost as enthusiastic as she was.

But...

Because this was Gwen’s first time going to a party, she never thought she would have to worry about oven temperatures and accurate measurements up until now where the group agreed to whip up something individually that everyone could all share and eat.

That’s why she came to you with this dilemma! Her one and only.

Definitely not so she could simultaneously spend time with you.

You believed the thought process behind her choice of baking a blackcurrant pie was genius: the lattice crust on top could mimic a spiderweb and the colour behind itself was the real thing that appealed to the goth eye.

At the start, Gwen was nervous. She never did this kind of stuff before and didn’t want to screw it up, especially if her friends were going to eat it.

That’s why you suggested: I’ll make the crust, you can make the blackcurrant filling.

Oh how she loved crushing the blackcurrants,“Just imagining it’s Heather’s head right now.” She said with a smile.

Isn’t she so cute!

After pouring the sauce in the base, Gwen’s ambition really skyrocketed- you couldn’t deny how happy you felt when she insisted on making the perpendicular crust for the top, and that was just one example.

Even with all the red on her hands, she really was an artist.

“This is fun! It’s really like painting! Only with dough and fruit.”

Now, all the pie needed was no more than thirty minutes in the oven. To pass the time, you guys decided to do some drawing in her bedroom.

And it came out beautifully! The crust was golden brown and the blackcurrant juices were steaming with sweet flavour. Delicious... You can tell by Gwen’s eyes that she can’t wait to sink her teeth into a slice of it.

But her craving was quickly replaced by annoyance, upon realising how messy the countertop and floor was.

You cheekily remind her that she could’ve just bought something and passed it off as hers if she didn’t want to go through the trouble of cleaning everything up.

“Y-You think I would do something like that just so I wouldn’t need to clean? Jeez, I’m not that bad! I couldn’t handle the dreading guilt of doing that to them. Besides, I made it with you. That alone already tops off any other pie I could have bought instead.” <3

BAKING WITH ALEJANDRO

(IN CELEBRATION OF A SPANISH FESTIVITY)

“It would be an utmost honour, mi tesoro.”

In light of his Spanish roots, you were going to be baking “Pan de Cea” which was some kind of bread that’s traditionally made in favour of this summer festival called “festa de exaltación”.

You couldn’t wait! However, because you weren’t so familiar with bread baking, you were naturally amazed by Alejandro having known the entire recipe off by heart.

“No need to be ashamed. Unlike my love for you, this recipe will be very easy for you to understand.”

And what would be a day with Alejandro without his charming lines?

You loved and hated the warm effect they had on you, even more so when they escalated to a physical level.

He loves to stand right behind you, with his hand being on yours when you were mixing the yeast, the flour, the salt, the olive oil together... 

He’d pour the water so majestically into the bowl and took over when your arm got tired of stirring.

After the dough was hard, he claimed that you’d have to leave it in the bowl under plastic wrap for a day,“I know I’d feel safe if you stayed here all day with this dough, your beauty is the perfect thing to maintain a high temperature.”

Pretending you weren’t flustered, he laughed and invited you to get churros with him to make up for the spare time- it was only fitting.

Timeskip to the next day where the dough was hard, just how it needed to be on the parchment paper. Two minutes of watching Alejandro rub the dough in olive oil felt like two hours with the frequent looks he shoots at you.

Once he’s done, he pampers you by also literally massaging you during the hour needed for the bread to rise. Guess he thought you got jealous of it.

Jealous was a stretch, but you didn’t think you’d groan when it was time to take the loaf out. At least it smelt as pleasant as it looked.

As you were about take a piece, Alejandro stopped your hand with his to take it for you instead. This was nothing out of the ordinary, Alejandro just enjoyed having the liberty to feed you like that.

“Delicious... You did so well...”

“Don’t hold yourself at such low standards, mi amor! We did very well. Words alone aren’t enough to describe how proud I am of you. Feliz festa de exaltación.”

“Happy exaltation party!”

For the first time in your relationship with him, he was the one caught off guard,”Did I say it in English before?”

¡Era canela fina! ///

BAKING WITH CHRIS

(JUST WANTING TO SPEND TIME WITH HIM)

Initially, he would accuse the activity something only for “peasants” to do so you quickly reminded him that it was an insensitive thing to say and it wasn’t always about material things; sometimes it’s just about wanting to spend time with him outside Total Drama.

Once he’s gotten over his pride, he joins you, on the condition that you made cookies- since, according to him, it requires the less mental strength.

This probably won’t be surprising, but he made you do most of the work (at first). Claimed that his hands would be “soiled” if he touched the “filthy” ingredients for too long.

In the beginning, he was mean spirited as Chris enjoys to be i.e pouring a handful of flour down your clothes, forcing your face down the sink with the tap on, general shoving.

You wouldn’t have minded if you could’ve also had a laugh whenever you tried to recite the treatment.

Yeah he would be seriously insulted if you tried even doing something as little as rubbing a chocolate chip against his cheek.

It wasn’t until you threw an egg at his head out of anger and watched the yolk oil down his hair where he took accountability that he went overboard. Sure, he was laughing while he did.

But his hair was ruined for the rest of the baking process so you were too.

Afterwards, there was less “joking” and more compassion. Somehow now that he temporarily moved past his sadist ways, Chris began to involve himself a lot more in the whisking and licking your finger and vice versa of leftover batter.

The rolling of dough into a collection of spheres was arguably the best part.

“Look Chris! I made one that looks just like you!” You held up a cookie circle, obvious that those two lines of dough were purposely added to be on top to mimic his hair.

“Oh? What a coincidence! I made one that looks just like you too!” He declared, revealing a sticky slob of dough in his hand right after he said that.

“Oi...” You smile helplessly,”That’s not a nice thing to say to your spouse.”

But hey, if he didn’t tease at all, was that really Chris?

Post setting them on the tray and into the oven, Chris immediately rushes to the shower, and by the time he’s done, you were on your fifth cookie.

He whined at you for not waiting for him, but you’re quick to hand the one you’re on to him.

He finishes it, not without reminding you that you were the only exception to treating him like a “regular” person. Which in his books, was a deadly sin.

Needless to say, he’s impressed; despite him letting on so little, you’ve been with this man long enough to know otherwise. You could only smirk when he makes dismissive claims that they would’ve came out better if it was just him making them as he took spontaneous sips of his glass of milk.

By the end, he’s really glad you had this time together. He won’t stop thinking about it for a while. Heck, he’s more excited about baking with you again than you are.

Even if he won’t admit it.

Yet. :)

[toots-senpai]

fair warning: i do not have a foot fetish, i just appreciate any form of pleasure...no foot fetish, (i will kick you stop fwm) just hear me out.

if cod men have hand/foot fetish & their opinions on you be spoiled with mani-pedis (ghost, price, soap, konig, gaz)

MDNI (you'll be blocked)

nsfw under the cut

captain price has a slight foot kink i dont make the rules. but ik its just purely because he loves all of your body. i dont think he’s down for sucking toes (idk tho man is a freak) but when he's got you in a mating press, ankles on his shoulders, he’ll kiss the arch of your foot 100% of the time. when you doll up to go out he loves slipping on your shoes, affirmations to stay safe or if the two of you are going out together, maybe it starts a teasing amount of pregame for the night ahead, kissing from your feet and up your legs. also pays for your mani-pedis every time you talk about a new color. if you ask him what he wants, he loves any pastels fs. goes rabid if you get his name or initials on your nails. sits in the car when you're in the salon or goes and occupies his time by buying food for you to eat when you're done.

soap probably has it full blown fr, like adoration about anything oral, full blown oral fixation with this one. he kisses wherever he can, it doesn't matter if it's the heel of your foot. bet he loves watching you lick the release off his fingers and vice versa. he's too jealous to sit in the same room as you without being able to touch you. this man most definitely gives you at home pedicures because he doesn’t want anyone else touching your feet. definitely complains about it even if he does give you the money for the pedicure and your technician is a woman. he'll lotion you every time you're out of the shower even if you don't need it. positive he's a switch, loves getting degraded, the sight of degrading him by making him suck your toes is clear. 100% puts of you don't get his initial in your nail everytime he pays for them, pouts even more when you pay yourself.

i feel like konig has the same energy as soap when it comes to being attracted to all of your body but i don't think he's down for anything other than kissing. but, when you get your nails done flashy for this first time, he see's your little hobby as something he can smother you with like everything else. you once got long nails with a red bottom underneath and that's when his appreciation clicks and he starts to love your pretty nails more than anything. kissing at your fingers anytime he gets and cumming harder when your pretty nails are wrapped around his thick length. probably begs you to not give him handies when your nails are done because the sight makes any amount of stamina and restraint go out the window. if you brace your pretty fingers on his collarbones while you ride he wont look away from you. if you get his initial signed he thinks it's cute but nothing to roll heads over for him. also paints your toes when he has the chance. would probably sit in the salon with you but man is a girl magnet so he sits in the car and probably sends you the worst memes you've seen.

i think ghost doesn't care for it all, pays if you ask, definitely likes to sit in salons with you, stares down anyone who tries to even think about talking to him. when you have your nails done man lets you do nothing if he's able to enforce it. no hard labor with your hands, but loves watching you tap away at your phone, flip at pages and laughs when your nails gets in the way when you write.

gaz is soap but way less possessive. do whatever you want, he's your backbone. i personally think he aids in your thoughts of delusion and encourages things a little too much sometimes. he's the best friend a girl could ask for when it comes to drama and getting all dressed up. is never unenthused at the the things you like and if you think it's cute, of course it is, he's buying it regardless of what you want. i think gaz is the type of man to be like "i wanna spoil you, whatchu want." instead of grabbing random things. the only time he surprises you with random things is when your items need to be refilled and he knows exactly what it is that you need. sits in the salon, stares at you the whole time and makes the nail ladies blush.

[kyleoreillylover]

Tiffany Stratton x Fem!Reader

Summary: What’s it like dating the Center of the Universe?

A/N: Why does no one write for Tiffany? I love her 😭😭 Here are some headcanons of her, hope you enjoy!

She’s very possessive of you, not in a controlling way but so everyone knows not to persue or mess around with you because you are her girl.

Loves PDA. Not just because it wards off people who try to get with you, but because she loves touching you. Constantly has an arm around your waist, your shoulder, anywhere she can hold. Makes out with you anywhere and everywhere, and doesn’t care who's watching. Why would she? They are irrelevant in her eyes, and if it bothers them that much they can look away.

Brags about you all the time. Aside from herself, of course, you are the best thing to ever happen to NXT in a long time. To her, you were beautiful, talented, kind, and miles better than all other these wannabes in this company. Why wouldn’t she brag about you?

If it isn’t obvious from being the Center of the Universe, she is the passenger and pillow princess in the relationship. Your love language is acts of service, so you loved to take care of her both in and out of the ring, whether that is being the designated driver, massaging her shoulders and running her a bath after each match, and planning cute little getaways whenever Tiffany was really stressed out.

That's not to say she doesn't spoil you either. She spoils THE HELL out of you. Only lets her baby wear the best of the best. Versace, Gucci, Prada, Louis Vuitton, you have a bunch of options as long as they are all designer. You feel bad because you don't want her to think you only are with her for her money. But she reassures you she'd never think that, and tells you that gift-giving is one of her love languages and it makes her happy to see you smile over something she got you. It was one of the first times in your relationship that she opened up to you, and your relationship became better because of it. After the talk, you put up less of a fuss about her buying stuff for you, feeling less guilty because you knew how happy it made her. Buys you gifts every week, sometimes it's something she knows you had your eye on or you'd love and is your style, but other times it's something like a new book collection or little trinkets that she knows you would love more than any designer brand. You are the only person she shows her soft side to, and you love that she feels so comfortable with you.

Definitely makes Shawn give you both your own private locker room because in her words, "We're the best wrestlers in NXT and deserve to be treated like stars instead of being in a room full of mouthbreathers and untalented hags."

You are not complaining when she drags you into the room after your promos to do some less than appropriate stuff ;)

But sometimes after a rough match you both just want to hold the other and cuddle for hours until you have to leave the arena.

She gets jealous very easily, and if anyone tries to flirt with you they better run away immediately if she tries to confront them. An angry Tiffany is not one you want to deal with.

Is very protective of you. Does not take anyone hurting you lightly, even if it is a joke. No lowlife trash should even have your name in their mouth. You’ve had to pull her apart from beating the hell out of the other girls after they kept running their mouths.

Loves having spa days with you on your days off and splurging on the best facility and skincare so the both of you can relax after hectic work weeks.

And also loves getting matching mani and pedi’s with you :)

You guys def have matching gear, not just ring gear but during promos too. Tiffany picks out the outfits, you’re just her beautiful model.

You give each other good luck kisses before one of you goes out for a match.

When Tiffany won the NXT Women’s championship, you were the proudest and the loudest one in the arena. You gave her the tightest hug ever, just so freaking proud of her, and the look you gave her made her heart melt. She waited until everyone was done hugging and congratulating her to let herself cry tears of happiness, picking you up and crying into your neck. She had the best thing in her life in her arms, and the second best thing around her waist, and she couldn’t be more happier.

You guys won the NXT Women’s Tag Team championships shortly after, which just made it all the more sweeter. You both were on top, had all the gold, and most importantly, had each other.

Tiffany may be an arrogant rich bratty girl to others, but to you she was the sweetest, softest, attentive and most loving woman you ever met and had the privilege of being with, and you couldn’t feel luckier knowing she was yours every single day.