#it's a lil short but I hope it's ok!!

[magiccuco]

Yestereve Starter ٠ ࣪⭑ @hypnoticallycaucasian

٠ ࣪⭑ It was certainly a loud one out there. The campus had come alive with all sorts of activities for the fall season. Most of the time, Cucumber would've been happy to participate. But... he was feeling a lot more anxious than usual.

The sounds were overwhelming him as he simply tried to get to the archives in order to read. Everyone everywhere was talking about food and memories... and it made him homesick more than anything else. He was on a mission to do research, so that's what he would do!

The little guy sat in the Arcanus Archives with a stack of books to hide behind, hoping that he could simply pass the time away and not get too involved.

[honnelander]

asdfghjkl I love your writing. Your Sanji & reader have my heart forreal 🫶🏼✨ keep up the great work 😘

Suggestion: reader having a niche hobby (like knitting/crocheting, or collecting shells, anything really LOL 😆 your choice) and Sanji’s reaction to that

you are soooo sweet thank you!! this request/suggestion was so cute, i loved it.

when i read "collecting shells" i immediately knew what i wanted to write for it and this is how i think go fish!Sanji would react to reader collecting sea shells as a niche hobby:

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When you had started collecting shells, it didn't start out as a hobby, far from it in fact. You didn't even know collecting sea shells was considered a hobby until Luffy pointed it out to you.

"Oh, wow! You collect shells y/n? How cool!" Luffy gushed with his signature bright smile that lit up his face. That's one of the things you loved about Luffy, he had the ability to make any rudimentary task seem like the most special thing ever. "What a cool hobby!"

And that was when your shell-collecting hobby was born. At first, you had just wanted a souvenir of some sort, just wanting a small piece of each island you visited so you could look back at your collection one day and remember all of the places you've ever been to.

It was something very special to you. So imagine how you felt when you nearly forgot to grab a shell one day, during a routine island pit stop to restock the ship's supplies, when the weather suddenly took a turn for the worst just as the straw-hat crew was making their way towards the ship.

You liked to grab a shell right before you left. Usually, you had your routine: you would go to the closest beach to where the Going Merry was docked at, take a moment to survey the assortment of shells scattered along the beach, and pick out the shell that most reflected your either long or short time on the island. You loved it.

But during that particular trip, your shell-collecting routine didn't go as planned and you nearly had a heart attack at the thought of missing a shell.

The weather had suddenly turned for the worst as you and the crew were walking back towards the Merry. All of a sudden, it started to downpour so everyone decided to run back to the ship as fast as they could before all of the ship's supplies got ruined (well, everyone except for Zoro, who was already back on the ship with his stuff, not wanting to stick around on any island longer than he had to).

As you all were running up the plank to board the ship one by one, Luffy suddenly called out to you from the dock as you tailed behind Nami with Sanji right behind you.

"Wait! Y/n!" he called out and you stopped at the top of the plank to look back at him through the rain. "What about your sea shell? Don't forget to go and grab one!"

You gasped and your eyes widened. Your heart nearly dropped at the thought of forgetting to grab a shell and in turn, forgetting all about your visit to this island. "My shell!"

"Your what?" Sanji asked loudly over the rain, next to you.

You quickly dropped your crate of supplies on the ship's deck, not caring anymore if they got wet or not. "I have to go get my sea shell!" you replied quickly, running past him and back to the dock.

"Don't worry, y/n, we will be waiting right here for you!" Luffy reassured with a nod. "Now go get your shell!" he yelled and raised his fist in the air.

You gave him a grateful smile as you dashed towards the nearest beach, Sanji watching you go with a curious look in his eye before bringing your supply crate inside and out of the rain.

That night, as Sanji was cleaning up the kitchen, you were still at the table finishing up the warm soup he had made that night for dinner (he loved that you were a slow eater, it meant that most nights he got to spend a little bit of extra alone time with you in his favorite place), he asked you about your niche hobby.

"Feeling better now?" Sanji asked, breaking the comfortable silence as he cleaned off one of his knives with a rag, sneaking a look at you with a small smile. "All warmed up from being out in the rain too long?"

You hummed in agreement. "Absolutely," you nearly purred in delight (Sanji felt his heartbeat stutter for a second at your tone. He's never heard you like that before). You looked at the chef with gratitude. "Your food always hits the spot Sanji, but the soup you made tonight just hit differently. It warmed me right up."

"Ok good," Sanji laughed softly, looking at you for a few seconds through his blonde hair, and flicked it to the side slightly. "I can't have you getting sick on me now." He finished cleaning off the one knife, setting it down on the counter, picking up another to clean before he asked with a raised brow, "So, uh, why did you go back today? Something about a sea shell?"

And that's how he learned about your niche hobby.

You told him all about it; about how you wanted a small token from everywhere you've ever been, how long you've been doing it, described some of your favorite sea shells you've found so far, and how you couldn't wait to show your collection to your kids and grandkids someday and in turn, telling them all about your adventures with the straw hat pirates.

As Sanji listened to you explain your hobby to him, he couldn't help but smile to himself, stealing glances at you every so often. He loved listening to you talk about the things you were passionate about. He loved the way your face lit up and your eyes sparkled.

And for something as unique and special as this? He loved it even more because he knew that this little hobby of yours went way beyond just collecting shells, it was your own way of physically manifesting your hopes and dreams. Each shell you acquired was another story you would tell your future kids about. You were sharing a part of your soul with him, and Sanji was completely enamored.

From that night forward, Sanji had decided that he too would start a sea shell collection of his own, without you knowing, so that someday in the future, he could surprise you and your kids with it, with the beautiful sea shells he had secretly collected right alongside you, his future wife, the whole time.

He couldn't wait to see the look on your face someday.

taglist: @mischiefmanaged71 @smolracoon25 @smol-book-nerd @shuujin @amanda08319 @nimtano @your-platonic-gay-lover @lovelymrvl @whiskeypowder

[dreamlogic]

i have no clue what's going on w/ the hiring process for the job offer i got yesterday, but at least it seems like nobody at the post office does either. 🙃

[fappellmoan]

having a moment. it's like. something else to have someone be so genuine and openly interested and swoony im not um. very easily accustomed to this yk it's like cognitive dissonance unfortunately. as much as i want to be with it

[sunfollows]

a small starter for @svnandmccn !!

"the dance is almost perfect, i just have to keep working on it and it'll be exactly what the group needs. what about you, though ?? how are things going for you ??"

[dalishborne]

"i spilled coffee all over not one, but two shirts." From Adorill

"Your nimbleness never fails to impress," Revenelan shook her head, amused; her eyes never lifting from the smooth, beige pages of the book she perused. "And let me guess – both shirts were white."

[cobaltfluff]

sobbing... seiya... nikaido... my best boys..... ksdjdshjkhh i cant articulate my feelings right now... but all i can say is 🥺😭😭😭

[hehe207]

They called you by many names, Godslayer, Bloodletter, Hero, Monster. You had heard it all. But you never thought you’d hear someone call you father.

It was raining again. The storms had been getting worse recently, probably courtesy of a new and upcoming water god who the villagers would ask you to kill even though it had been decades since you even touched your sword.

“It’s raining pretty hard, you should probably go take your net out of the river lest it gets swept up by the current.”

“I suppose,” you reply, as much as you hated to admit it, he had a point. You don’t know his name, never bothered to ask, certainly never cared while he was alive, and even less since you ran him through your sword. Living with his ghost whispering in your mind hasn’t gotten you to ask either.

Reluctantly, you get up from your spot from the fire, and creak open the door to your cramped cabin, not bothering to grab a coat. It’s not like you can get sick. He doesn’t comment on your lack of weather gear, used to you by now.

Outside, it’s windy, wet, and generally miserable. You almost wished you didn’t bother to eat. Technically, you don’t need to, you can’t starve to death, but you do get really hungry. Eternity is long enough without being in constant pain. So you make start the trek to the river.

You’re almost to the river, the sound of its roar competing with the whistling of the wind and beat of rain in your ears, when he speaks again.

“Do you hear that?” Of course you don’t, and you tell him such, determined to fish out your damn net and get back. “Just… wait a moment,” he continues, “to your left, it sounds like…” he trails off, and then you hear it too. Faintly, downer out by rain is a sound you haven’t heard in so long. A sound you’ve been avoiding for years. You hear the sound of a child crying.

They were so small, so weak, so helpless. Strong though, to still be able to cry so fiercely in this weather. Net forgotten, you pick them up in your arms, the delicate form of the child a stark contrast against your scars.

You brought them home, sheltering them from the rain that seems to grow colder with every passing second, wishing you brought a coat.

Sitting once more by the fire, the child sleeping in your arms, he starts to speak again.

“You seriously aren’t thinking of keeping it are you?” You don’t reply, too stubborn to admit you didn’t think that far ahead. He continues, I’m a softer tone this time. “I know I can’t stop you, but just know this…” another pause, then as soft as a whisper “This is going to hurt, no matter what happens, she will die, and you will live to see it, and you will live to be alone.” You stay silent, you already know about your immortality, your reward for all the gods you’ve slain. You already know that you can’t die, not by fire nor hunger nor swords or spears. You already know that if you get close to anyone you’ll just watch them grow old and weak until they die, all the while staying young and healthy yourself. You know that helping this child will only bring you pain, yet you can’t help but showing them the kindness you were once given yourself.

Although your memories have started to fade with age, you still vividly remember the moment your life changed. It was days after the fire, the unnatural flames had decimated your village, and your parents with it. You were scared, starving and alone, still mourning the loss of your parents when she came along. She was tired, already struggling to care for other orphaned children from both your village and others, her own children long dead. She took you in, gave you a home, you lived with her until you were old enough to go out on your own. Every day training dreaming of one day being able to protect villages like yours from these self-proclaimed gods, criminals by another name. It’s because of her you lived long enough to prevent more orphans like you. He doesn’t know any of this of course, and you certainly don’t plan on telling him any time soon.

The child grew, from an infant to a little girl and then a young woman. She grew up on stories of long gone heroes, and of trips to the nearby village, trips that before you never would have gone on, but you went on nonetheless at her pleading. You never really could tell her no. Not even when she came home one day with a stray dog, claiming it had been abandoned, begging to keep it. It was missing its left eye and ear, but despite its faults, she loved the dog dearly, promising to care for it. So, your small family grew to include one more.

You built your once small cabin to have multiple rooms, so she’d have her own space, and she invited over friends who filled your once lonely space with the sounds of visitors and playful barking. For the first time in years, you were finally happy. However, as all natural things come to an end, this did too.

A beautiful sunny day, spring flower were blooming, and birds were chirping, on a day like this, you’d never know it was the beginning of the end. She had gone out to walk the dog, hyper despite its disabilities. She often went on long walks through the forest or by the river, some days you joined her, however your rocking chair was looking somewhat worse for wear, and you set yourself to the task of fixing it up.

You were half way through mending the seat’s cushion when the storm started. It came in like an avalanche, ruthless and without warning. Although she is plenty capable of returning on her home, but that didn’t stop you from worrying, and when you had finished sewing up the seat and she still hadn’t returned, you ventured into the storm, fearing the worst.

You found her knelt on the ground, shaking. She was hunched over and as you approached you noticed tears mixed with the rain flooding down her face. The source of her sorrow was evident, the dog she loved so dearly was snarling next to a tree, its front leg stuck in a bear trap and covered in crimson. Before you could approach the frightened thing, she spoke.

“We-“she gasped, barely even able to form words through her sobs. “We were walking, the farmer's daughter and I, you know her she came over a while back, and then, then-“she paused, trying to compose herself while the rain beat down. “Then next thing I know, the trap went off on their leg,” she gestures to the dog, ”when we tried to save them, they lashed out and she was bit, she ran off, she’s going to tell her father won’t she and then he’ll…” she trails off, knowing what happens to dogs that make a habit of biting, knowing the farmer won’t be happy. You step towards the dog, slowly as to not startle it. It doesn’t matter, pain has driven the poor thing to aggression. It lunges, leaving a shallow mark in your arm.

“Gods,” you swear under your breath, surprised at the typically loving dog’s ferocity. That doesn’t stop you from grabbing it though, awkwardly pining it down with your elbow so your hands are left free to pry open the traps teeth. With the trap off, it seems to have calmed down somewhat, limping over to her, and giving her face a meek lick. She was still crying, but the relief was palpable. The three of you went home, with the dog in your arms, as the storm started to let up.

You were out when the farmer came. Though your children were friends, the two of you never seemed to get along, his superstitions and short temper reminding you uncomfortably of your younger self. You had been just about to return from foraging some wild mushrooms, you didn’t manage to find as many as you’d like, however angry storm clouds were rolling in. Once you got closer to the cabin though, you wished you had returned sooner.

The farmer was dragging the dog off, while one of his cohorts held her tear stained form back. She was screaming, you dropped the basket on the wet ground, you hadn’t even noticed it started raining, to do something. You don’t know what, by the look on the farmers face it looks like he doesn’t care that the dog was scared, or it was an accident, he’s going to get the dog put down. In your prime you could’ve taken the men on easily, along with the whole village, but you’ve grown soft. It doesn’t matter, you have to do something to help her. You lunge forward, then suddenly you hear a cry. A cry filled with rage and anguish that you had hoped you never would hear come from your daughter. That’s when the world goes white.

You gingerly get up and rub the brightness out of your vision, and suddenly you understand. The farmer lays in a charred heap on the ground. The men let go of your daughter, jaws hanging loose, as she knelt on the ground cuddling the dog. The storm had gone, but not before the farmer got struck by lightning. The farmer’s cronies ran off, they too realizing what had happens, promising retribution. You knew that they would make good on their threats. Townsfolk were superstitious and wouldn’t like that you had been harbouring a god in your home.

She refused to run. Despite your insistence she stubbornly refused to abandon this place.

“This is my home,” she said “if they want to come for me, then let them.” And come they did.

You don’t remember much of it, an angry mob with torches raised, pitchforks at the ready, the smell of approaching storms and soon to be spilt blood. She tried to reason with them, but it didn’t work and soon she was fighting. Despite the strength of her powers, she’d had no practice nor training, and it wasn’t very long before she fell. After that, it’s all a blur. You were angry, your vision swimming with red. The cabin is gone, reduced to splinters along with everyone who dared defied you. A chunk of the forest was levelled, raised by your pain. It doesn’t matter. None of it matters anyone. You had one thing to keep you going and now it’s gone. Everything is gone. Everything except him, of course.

“I suppose this would be a bad time to say I told you so,” he says, and it’s so ridiculous you can’t help but laugh. You laugh and laugh until it turns to sobs and then even those run out. He was right. It did hurt, it hurt so bad you don’t know how you’ll keep going. Given the chance however, you know you would do it all again. You know that you would never give up the memories you made, no matter how much it hurt in the end. You get up from your spot, and you keep on going.

The abandoned child you’ve taken in sleeps on your lap as the god who gave you immortality softly warns you. “This will hurt.”

[thegreatestheaver]

Just fucked up my first quiz of the semester so bad that I audibly gasped

[dawn-moths]

i’ve been thinking a lot about my cerulean gaze touya again lately. i really wanna write for him again soon.

[rosicheeks]

hi rosi! well, i was the anon from yesterday or whenever about the fantasy about being with you and read all your tags so like...i guess i'll be an emoji anon! i'll decide by the end of the ask which ill use i guess lmao. how was your day? i kinda wanted to ask like, so i guess you just go in your car and hangout at parking lots or whatever a decent amount, is that just to get some alone time? i forget what your current living situation is. also like what do you do for fun?! i know your a lil weed girly and you do your art (which i love btw, i want to try and buy a piece next time i get some kind of spare money) but is there anything else you like to do? i hope you had a good day whenever you get around to answering this<3 (btw i wanna smooch you i am telepathically kissing you right now) - 🎤

Hi hi hi!! Welcome 🎤 🫶💖

My day was pretty good! How was yours lovely? 🥰

Hmmm why I chill in my car is kinda complicated tbh. But I guess the main reason is so I can smoke and just kinda relax and enjoy myself ya know?

Yes yes yes I am a lil weed girly 🥰😇 and I do love my art (any sort - painting, photography, coloring 💖, scrapbooking, trying to get back into drawing)

I’m also a huge music nerd! I went to a performing arts high school and trained in vocal music. Learned a bunch of music theory and did a buuuunch of voice lessons. My goal was to be an opera singer but life had other plans.

Other than that I’m kinda boring. Just like chilling and watching shows (occasionally movies but I’m a sleepy baby so I usually fall asleep pretty fast).

[gomzdrawfr]

*opens trench coat and hand this over*

Got myself a slutty lil lifting shirt for when the abs are really defined. And now I can't help but think Nik would buy this for John and then Puppy Eyes until John wears it for him. As a treat.

[luveline]

Ok what about a lil fic of Remus being snappy with his gf leading up to the full moon? Just some angst and then fluffy ending with them reconciling

thank u for ur request! —remus says something he shouldn't before the full moon, and later campaigns for your forgiveness with affection and a confession. fem!reader, 1.2k

Remus lays on the couch with his forearm pressed to his eyes. It's the day before the full moon, and he feels the hours approaching like a death sentence every time. You hover in the doorway, watching, unsure of how to help. He gets the same every month (or rather, every cycle). 

Irritable. So anxious he can't breathe properly, let alone enter conversation. 

You hate seeing him like this. Your Remus, who spends every moment you're together trying to make sure you're as happy as you can be. 

Cautious, you round the sofa to crouch by his face. You hold out your hand, trailing a gentle fingertip down the length of his arm, tripping over pinched skin ridged by scars. He's beautiful no matter what, but he gets insecure about how he looks every full moon. You know he thinks he's a monster. You've no way to prove it to him beyond this. 

"Hey, handsome," you say softly. "I know you're not hungry, but I made dinner anyway if you feel up to it. And I know," —you drop your voice to a near whisper— "I know you're not in the mood, but I'm here. I can sit here and stroke your hair in silence all night if that's what you want, my love. I'll do whatever you want." 

"Then leave me alone," he says. 

Half snap, half firm defeat. You wince at the ire in his voice. It won't ever be nice to have someone you love speak to you like you're getting on their nerves, but you know what it is he's facing. You know this is hard for him to cope with. You can forgive him for everything if he makes it through this in one piece. 

"Okay. I'm sorry. I love you, Remus." 

He turns his head toward the sofa cushions. 

You leave the room with a heavy heart. In the kitchen, you try to eat, but every mouthful makes you feel sick, your eyes welling with tears as you chew. You're hurt, he's hurting, and this really, really sucks. 

The smell of dinner starts to amplify the nausea. You grab your plate and carry it to the back door, scraping your leftovers straight into the rubbish. You wash your plate and leave it to drip dry on the draining board, your eyes burning. You sniff, wiping your nose in your sleeve. 

You're hoping desperately that Remus will come around before bed, but he stays where he is. Thinking he's finally found sleep and wanting to leave him to that blissful reprieve, you creep through the living room and down the hallway into the bedroom. Tears fall as you change into your pyjamas. You're so tired that you barely have time to cry yourself to sleep. 

You're not sure how much longer it is when you wake. A familiar hand cups your cheek. 

From the warmth of your skin, he's had his hand there for a while. 

"I'm so sorry," Remus says. 

You don't know how he knows you're awake. He must have been watching you long enough to spot the difference. Honestly, you're not sure you want to see him yet, because you love him so much, and it breaks your heart to be at the end of his disdain even when you know the cause. 

You struggle to see him in the dark. 

"I should never have spoken to you like that." 

Your eyes close of their own accord, exhausted and sore from crying. "You didn't mean it." 

"I wish you'd shout at me," he murmurs, sliding his hand over your ear. His thumb draws along the shell of your ear. 

"I'm too tired," you mumble. 

Remus' head shifts closer to yours. Sharing the same pillow, his hand falls to your shoulder, his arm wrapping around you, a firm bicep pressed to your front. 

You let yourself lean into it. His breath warms the space between your brows. 

"It's no excuse, but I… I can't think of anything else but the pain, sometimes. I get so angry about it, because I'm–" He stops short, swallowing audibly in the otherwise silent room. "I'm scared. But I would be a hundred times more terrified if I didn't have you, knowing you're there for me, unflinchingly, before and after it happens, it helps me get through it. It's not fair that you give me so much peace and I just… 

"I'm sorry, dove. I don't mean to take advantage of your… heart." He says heart like he's been winded. He hadn't sounded finished, but everything stops at that word. 

You force your eyes open. He's looking at you with an unspeakable amount of love, kind to keel you over if you were standing. His eyes are pitch black in the lack of light, irises melded with pupils, giving him an even sorrier gaze. You raise a sluggish hand to his where it rests behind your back and pull it back to your face. You miss his touch. 

"I love you," you say. 

"I know," he says, his jaw tensing in an attempt to stage off tears. "I love you, too." You watch them collect in the corners of his eyes, following one as it slides to rest in the dip of his nose bridge while he lies on his side like this. 

"So don't be sorry." 

"But I am sorry. I can't fathom why I think it's okay to treat you that way." 

"You don't think at all, Remus. I'm not being flippant, but you're busy worrying about the worst of it." You shake your head gently. His hand twitches against your cheek. "I don't blame you." 

"I know," he utters. 

You stare up at him as he sits enough to tower over you. His smile is sorry, in love and ashamed. You want to tell him how it doesn't matter, that it's okay, but you're thinking maybe you need him to say it first. 

"I'm sorry." 

"Remus, you only told me to leave you alone." 

"I need you to know that any other time, you're all that I want. You're everything. I couldn't ask for more than you. Please don't think I'm cruel," he pleads in a whisper. 

You lift your chin incrementally. "I'd never think that." 

His apology kiss is coddling. Like he's worried he'll hurt you, like he's holding back, he kisses you like you can't handle more than a chaste press of the lips. 

"I love you," he says into it. 

You lift your head to kiss him harder. You love him, and you won't break. You can be exactly as strong as he needs you to be, so long as love waits at the end of the night. 

"I love you." A huff of a laugh escapes him. "Does this mean I'm forgiven?" Caution has his joke falling flat.

You nuzzle your cheek against his, knowing you'd forgiven him just as soon as he'd snapped. "If you let me stroke your hair. Did you eat your dinner?" 

"I'll eat it tomorrow," he says. A white lie, you both know, but he slides down further under the sheets so you can reach his head. 

You card your fingers through his hair until you've both fallen asleep. 

[starkeysprincess]

ok hear me out on this. seasons 1-2 stepbro!rafe would like you riding his thigh or dry humping, but was always secretly hoping you’d want to go further, and seasons 3-4 stepbro!rafe would go absolutely feral and literally wouldn’t care if that’s all you needed because he finds it so hot.

he can just sit back and admire and tease you while you fall apart in front of him, and he loves that even when you’re doing the work, he has you under his control because if you’re tired or overstimulated, you have no choice but to keep feeling it when he bounces his leg and you’re whining “daddy” into his chest and soaking his pants. “I know you got a few more in you, babygirl. don’t stop now.”

ohhhhhhh, im definitely hearing you out on this one bae 🙂‍↕️

seasons 1-2 stepbro!rafe would most likely prefer dry humping solely because not only are you getting relief, but so is he (he’s a lil selfish) from you grinding your clothed cunt against his bulge. he’s biting back a groan, feeling your arousal seeping through your shorts and onto his while he helps guide your hips, “that feel good or you want more?” he rasps, internally hoping you’d beg for more, knowing you wouldn’t dare to give in because of how wrong it’d be.

seasons 3-4 stepbro!rafe would most likely prefer you riding his thigh because he loves seeing how needy you are for him, trying to get yourself off, even if it means rutting your cunt against his thigh. he’d sit back, his hands placed behind his head, watching while you grind your soaked cunt, your breath hitching each time your clit catches against the material of his pants. he could tell when you’re body is starting to wear out, your hips stuttering as you struggle to continue rutting against him. a small whine escapes you when he starts bouncing his thigh up and down, and you fall forward onto his chest, “daddy”. an increasingly growing wet patch stains and soaks his pants, “don’t stop now, baby, i know you got a few more in you.”

[neuvistar]

poly jingren x reader has been on my mind 4 so longgg.. ITS SO BADD. please give me more thirsts or thoughts abt poly!jingren x reader i’m lovin them rn | hint of fluff, mostly nsfw

short lil thirst ! jing yuan + blade x fem!reader (use of she/her pronouns), big dick jing yuan + blade foreal, reader implied 2 be shorter in height, degrading terms (whore, slut, etc), mentions of squirting, mating press + full nelson, SIZE KINK!! SIZE KINK!!, blade’s a lil mean but it’s ok bc it’s blade!, cum cum lots of cum (sounds funny but it’s okay </3) | overall suggestive content minors do not interact

poly!jingren who would have different tolerance of your brattiness. jing yuan having the highest patience for u n blade having the least! you always run to jing yuan whenever blade talks abt punishing u n he thinks it’s soso cute :(( he’s always protecting you, nuzzling against his chest with your arms wrapped around his huge body, ur so cute! a darling you are..

jing yuan always tried dodging the idea of you wearing short skirts in public, why? you would make his dick hard, easy. but, you decided it was a good idea to wear the shortest skirt known 2 mankind one day, paying him a visit at his office. imagine this, jing yuan would be at his office doing work at his desk n all of the sudden you walk in looking all slutty, a short skirt that just barely covers your plushy thighs and ass, he would brush it off at first up until you purposely drop the pen on his desk bending down to pick it up. once you stood up, you would already be bent over his desk. that’s what you wanted, after all. “are you trying to tempt me, dove? because it sure is working.” jing yuan has zero patience whenever you’re acting like a whore in public, he would plant kisses all over your back and pound into you like there’s no tomorrow, his big dick stretching you out :(( choked moans would leave your throat, rambling on about how rough he was being with you, and that people might hear you and walk in, but he didn’t care, infact that was the last of his worries. he savoured the feeling of your tight walls pulsing around his cock, cumming inside and cumming on your panties too! i hope u’ll enjoy the stickiness between your thighs <3 (he’ll snitch to blade too abt it, what a bitch)

poly!jingren would be protective over you, even though they’re a pain to be with sometimes due to their constant arguments and disagreements, dating them does have its benefits. they would stand on either side of you, one on your left and one on your right. geez, you look so cute compared to them, it’s like you were walking around with two dogs on your leash, reading to pounce at anyone who dares speak ill of you or touches you. speaking of size.. i feel like they’d both have a size kink, you’re just so short compared to them they can’t help but fantasize about bending you over and fucking you in different positions, i feel like they both each have their favourites on that.

jing yuan loves putting you in a mating press, he likes it becuz it makes him cum quicker! not even a few thrusts and he’s already cumming inside, loving how you squirt all over his cock. he would press your knees against your chest, folding you in half almost. he would gently draw circles on your knee while the tip of his dick kisses your cervix, he’s so sweet to you though.. whispering praises in your ear. he would catch you off guard sometimes due to how sweet he was with you, not noticing how much he came, staring down at the mess he made in your cunt w cum seeping out </3

blade would absolutely love folding you in a full nelson, bro has sm strength it scares you sometimes. he would hook his arms under your knees, thrusting his hips into you. “sucha’ whore for my cock, aren’t you? you like it when i fuck you hard like this, don’t you?” mmm also also maybe if he’s feeling it, i bet bro would let jing yuan would join too, but he wouldn’t impale you with his dick like blade is, no.. he would rub his cock against your slit, placing kisses on your legs. honestly, jing yuan is your saviour atp. cuz everytime blade folds you in a full nelson, he’s always concerned that he’ll break you, so he tries telling him to ease it up a bit with you <3

poly!jingren would have god like stamina and strength, great speed n strength comes w great consequences! whether it is in a non sexual way or not, i feel like their stamina n strength would be useful in your relationship, its a lil cute since ur kinda shorter in height n they would always tower over u n help i get things from the high shelf or cabinet, it’s so cute! <33 but yet.. it’s a lil scary in bed cuz they can last so long w u and fuck you until you forget your own name, but it’ll be fine!! you can handle them!

poly!jingren both probably didn’t realize they had a size kink until they got intimate with you, it was probably the last of their worries up until one night. blade would probably notice a cute little bump on your stomach, noticing just how small you rlly are compared to them, jing yuan would too! honestly they both just love how their huge cocks slide in and out of your pussy, the bulge on your stomach going down, up, down up, over and over again! you’re just so.. cute they can’t help but stretch your little pussy out a bit.

“cmon sweetheart, you got this. you’re so cute, mhm.. you can handle more right?“

“sure she can, she’s strong girl. if shes— mmp.. squeezing around us like that, i’m sure she can handle more.”

“mm.. mhm. i can see that.” jing yuan leaned down, bringing his voice down to a whisper, “do you like it when we stretch you out with our cocks like this, baby?”

“fuck yeah she does, look at her. she’s creaming on our cocks already. s’ messy.”

poly!jingren who would both try their best to be gentle to you, sometimes it backfires but you don’t seem to mind! what’s very true about them is they both don’t want to hurt you in anyway, sure they fuck you hard enough and punish you but their intentions r never to hurt u, they would always ask you if you’re okay, even if they see the slightest hint of discomfort or pain in your face. especially jing yuan, he’s rlly rlly sweet n same goes to blade but he shows it in his own way. u know that blade doesn’t mean half of the things he says (he knows ur a slut for their cock tho but that’s besides the point) n sometimes he can get carried away but he would apologize with a simple “sorry.” and ask you if he was too rough on you, both r sweethearts yk

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pairing: lewis hamilton x (vegan) chef y/n reader (she/her)

genre: social media au

warnings: slight sexual innuendo & just fluff plus mentions of veganism yey we love our vegan legends y/n & lewis

summary: in which the new mercedes team chef cooks her way into ne driver's heart

a/n: i said i wouldn't write for lewis coz he's too intimidating but my friend mentioned this plot idea & i was sold Sorry it's kind of short but yh just a cute lil idea i threw together :)

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