#word count: 1129

[zorosdimples]

pairing ⛧ yandere!diavolo x f!reader x barbatos

warnings ⛧ minors: please do not interact! i will block you. this is a doozy… implied toxic relationships, inhuman anatomy, monsterfucking, breeding, knotting, cervix fucking, dubious consent, pregnancy mention, lots and lots of cum, passing out, neglect (kind of), bondage and restraints, implied nonconsensual acts at the end. reader has a vagina and is referred to as “my little human” and “little one.” please let me know if there is anything i missed!

word count ⛧ 1129

notes ⛧ this is the first installment of the garden of earthly delights! i apologize for the wait; i hope everyone enjoys <3

you have never looked more beautiful—more his—than in this moment, diavolo thinks. the demon prince has one massive hand encircling your ankles, pressing your knees flush to your chest. his other hand cradles the back of your head with adoration, forcing your teary gaze to remain on him, a clawed thumb hooked between your swollen lips. his amber irises are nearly subsumed by his pupils, jet as the moonless night.

black spots cloud your watery vision as you slobber all over the digit, broken whines the only sound to leave your lips; the golden tips of his horns flash in your periphery. you’re on the verge of losing consciousness.

diavolo has been breeding you for hours. his long, thick cock—gilt, ribbed, impossibly large, and complete with a knot—has already stuffed you so full of seed that your stomach is distended. the viscous liquid, a rich cream with an otherworldly sheen, spurts out of your abused cunt with each of his powerful thrusts. the rest of it tingles hotly in your core.

“you can take one more, can’t you, my little human?” diavolo coos, breath unnervingly steady given the force of his movements. he leans down to smear a gentle kiss against your damp hairline before dropping your head and sliding his hand down to rub your puffy clit, plenty slick with the fluids coating your flesh.

“c-can’t,” you whimper. your nerves are fried and the overstimulation has your head pounding and your legs shaking as diavolo’s cock batters your cervix. your hands scratch and scrape at his chest in an attempt to get him to slow, to stop—anything—but your nails do not even pierce the prince’s thick flesh. the demon chuckles at your pathetic protests and his pace quickens in response.

hasn’t he taught you that you are not as fragile as you think?

“you can,” diavolo asserts, pulling out entirely. his crimson strands hang past his forehead and obscure his eyes, the glistering gold almost menacing as he leans over you. he strokes himself lazily, grazing his flared knot with a shiver, ready for his high. ready to see your womb swell with his heir.

“and you will,” he punctuates by plunging his cock and knot inside you in one fluid motion, a guttural groan rumbling from his heaving chest. your mouth stretches to accommodate a scream that never passes your lips. your body is aflame, dripping with sweat; the room fades into nothingness as diavolo’s hot cum pumps into your pulsing cunt.

the room is dusky when you awaken. your lover is gone, his warmth and ever-present touch absent, stillness in his place. the slippery silk sheets cling to you and glide along your curves as you sit upright. you clutch your forehead and curse the dull thump in your skull, a wince breaking the quiet. you feel a trickle of sticky cum ooze from you to join the wet puddle you slept atop like an animal.

the demon prince’s little pet.

a rustling sound draws you from your thoughts. a looming figure swathed in shadow floats toward the bed; you squeak in fright as you yank the sheets up to your neck in an attempt to shield your nude form.

“there you are,” barbatos, who you can now see as he emerges from the darkness, says. “i apologize for disturbing you. i am here on behalf of the young master.”

you breathe a shaky sigh of relief—the demon butler is your only friend in the lonely castle. “you scared me, barbatos. where’s diavolo?”

barbatos turns on the bedside lamp, bathing the room in a faint glow. his eyes, emerald in the low light, shine eerily as his gaze meets yours. “the young master had to run to an impromptu meeting, but he did not wish to disturb your rest. thus, i am here to aid you in his stead.”

you furrow your brows. a meeting. you were once a member of the student council, privy to conferences and other social functions—until diavolo’s devotion to you got the better of him. (as a human, you are far safer being completely removed from lesser demons. and there is no one better to care for you than the prince of the devildom himself.)

you suppress your memories. “thank you. i can manage myself.”

instead of bowing and leaving, though, barbatos stands still. his forked tail sways at his feet and his skeletal horns gleam resolutely. after a few moments of deathly silence, you rephrase your dismissal: “i don’t need any help, barbatos. i appreciate you checking on me.”

the demon takes a step closer to the bed, his knees nearly knocking against the frame. “you do not seem to understand me,” barbatos muses, gloved hand delicately resting beneath his chin. if you were less disoriented, you would notice the hint of mirth in his tone. “lord diavolo ordered me to assist you, as he had to leave unexpectedly. i shall honor his wishes.”

the corners of the butler’s lips curl into a faint smirk, but no humor marks his visage. in fact, there seems to be a primal hunger lurking in the dark, verdant depths of barbatos’s irises. fear beams through your body. it starts in the pit of your stomach and spreads its icy tendrils out through your limbs, biting your fingertips. headache forgotten, you now feel faint; your heart skitters like scared prey. unconsciously, you pull the sheets around you tightly, temporarily shielding yourself from the humiliation that is sure to come.

“there is nothing to fear, little one,” barbatos soothes, smoothing a hand over your hair, matted with sweat and his master’s cum. the act is more patronizing than it is comforting.

the demon snaps his fingers and the sheets wrapped around you disappear. you scramble to cover yourself with your hands, but barbatos is infinitely stronger and faster than you are. his forked tail—cold and wet—coils around your ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed. another snap of his fingers, and your body is bound with invisible restraints. your arms are stretched above your head, almost painfully so. your legs are spread wide and bent at the knee; no matter how hard you try, you can’t move. there’s even a gag in your mouth to muffle your cries and force you to suck oxygen through your nose.

crouching between your open legs, the butler tsks. “oh my, what a mess.” his tail slithers up your leg and settles atop your womb. the slightest pressure from the appendage causes a stream of diavolo’s cum to rush out of your bruised hole. the demon’s snakelike tongue darts out and tastes the semen that is now pooled beneath your ass.

bartabos’s eyes meet yours and he smiles something wicked. “let’s get you cleaned up—shall we?”

[softonshanks]

Starlight and Sailor's Delight

Characters: Luffy x female reader

Total word count: 1129 words

Plot: Luffy and the reader spend a nice night during a festival and Luffy has to face his feelings for Y/N, realising that becoming king of the pirates isn't the only thing he cares about.

Author's note: I'm working on all the request you sent me and I am so so so thrilled because I am having such a fun time writing all this stuff. Unfortunatly today I had a very long work day, so I haven't been able to ultimate your prompts. Thus, I have decided to post a one shot about Luffy I had previously wrote, let me know if you like it (: English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes.

The sun was setting on a warm, tranquil afternoon when Luffy and his crew docked at a remote island known for its serenity and breathtaking views. The Straw Hats had stumbled upon this hidden gem purely by chance—its isolation was both a mystery and an invitation for adventure. The island's sole settlement was a quaint village with narrow streets and cozy cottages, known for its simple beauty and tight-knit community.

Luffy and Y/N walked through the village, taking in the scenery, while the rest of the crew preferred to rest on the ship and join them later. Y/N was enthralled by the vibrant flowers lining the streets and the gentle hum of the nearby brook. Luffy, with his boundless energy, bounced from one spot to another, his excitement contagious. He couldn’t help but notice how Y/N’s eyes sparkled with every new sight, though he wasn’t quite sure why it made him feel so… happy.

“This place is so cool!” Luffy exclaimed, his straw hat tilting as he leaned in close to a flower.

“I can't wait to see it at night,” Y/N said, her voice filled with excitement. “I have always read about this festival where the whole village lights up with lanterns, and the stars look like they’re dancing in the sky.”

“Whoa, that sounds awesome!” Luffy said, his eyes wide with anticipation. “We’ve gotta check it out!”

As they strolled, a local woman approached them, her face beaming with warmth. “Ah, visitors! We’ve been expecting you. Tonight, we’re having our annual stargazing festival. Would you like to join us?”

“Festival? That’s the one you were talking about Y/N!” Luffy shouted, his enthusiasm drawing the attention of nearby villagers. “We’re in!” The woman laughed and led them to the village square, where preparations for the festival were underway. Lanterns were being hung, and a large telescope stood prominently in the center, surrounded by tables of food and drink.

As dusk fell, the village came alive with festivities. Villagers and visitors alike gathered, chatting and laughing as the first stars began to appear. Luffy and Y/N mingled with the crowd, soaking in the lively atmosphere. Luffy’s heart felt lighter than usual, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on why. Being around Y/N just seemed… nice. Y/N was drawn to the telescope, where a young man with glasses was eagerly explaining the constellations to a group of fascinated children. Luffy, however, was more interested in the food table, his eyes widening at the sight of the variety of local treats.

Y/N later joined him, holding a small plate of what looked like sweet pastries. “You’ve got to try these, Luffy. They’re amazing!”. Luffy grabbed a pastry with childlike glee and took a big bite. His eyes lit up. “This is awesome! We should take some back to the ship, so Sanji can taste it and cook it for us again once we leave,” said with his mouth full of food.

They spent the evening sampling food, enjoying the music, and laughing with the locals. As the sky darkened and the stars became more prominent, the atmosphere grew more magical. Villagers gathered around the telescope, and Luffy, never one to miss out on fun, decided to take a turn. Y/N watched with a soft smile as Luffy peered through the telescope, his face scrunched up in concentration. “See anything interesting, Captain?”

“Whoa, I think I see a giant meatball!” Luffy exclaimed, pulling back with a wide grin. “Oh, wait… nope, just a star. But it kinda looks like one!”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “Only you, Luffy.”

“Hey, I’ve got a pretty good imagination,” Luffy said, puffing out his chest with pride. “And a great appetite!”

Y/N giggled, her heart fluttering at his carefree attitude. There was something so endearing about Luffy—something that made her feel warm and safe, even amidst his wild antics.

As the night wore on, the focus shifted to dancing. The villagers formed a circle, and soon, Luffy and Y/N found themselves caught up in the rhythm. The music was lively, and the dance was infectious. Luffy’s movements were wild and uncoordinated, but filled with pure joy. At one point, Luffy noticed Y/N standing off to the side, watching the others with a thoughtful expression. He bounded over to her, grabbing her hand with his usual enthusiasm. “Come on, Y/N! You can’t just stand there. Let’s dance!”

“I’m having fun just watching,” Y/N replied with a soft smile. “But thanks, Luffy.”

Luffy tilted his head, his eyes full of curiosity. “You sure? You look like you’re thinking too much.”

Y/N’s smile widened, but there was a hint of something deeper in her eyes. “Just thinking about how much I’ve enjoyed today. And how glad I am that I met you”. Luffy’s grin softened into something more sincere, though he wasn’t entirely sure why her words made his heart skip a beat.

“I’m glad too, Y/N. It’s been awesome having you around”. Y/N’s heart warmed at his words, and for a moment, they stood there, the sounds of the festival fading into the background. The stars above seemed to shine a little brighter, casting a gentle glow over the village. She hesitated for a second, then leaned in and rested her head on Luffy’s shoulder. His face flushed slightly, a rare sight for the usually carefree pirate.

“That is nice!” he said, stopping for a moment and just enjoying the view of villager’s dancing, while he and Y/N were in peace. "This is really nice," repeated, as he rested his head on Y/N's one. While the dance continued, something shifted in the air between them. Luffy found himself drawn to Y/N in a way he didn’t quite understand. Her laugh, her smile, the way she seemed to glow under the lantern light—it all made him feel… different. A warm, unfamiliar feeling settled in his chest, but he shrugged it off. He was Luffy, after all. The only thing he wanted was to be kings of the pirates, maybe some meat most of the time. He didn’t have time for complicated stuff like feelings… right?

“Luffy,” Y/N’s voice broke the crystallized moment they were in. “Thank you for tonight.”

Luffy’s eyes lit up at her words, though he wasn’t quite sure why they made him feel so warm inside. “I’m glad you’re having fun, Y/N. This is awesome!”

Y/N’s heart swelled at his simple sincerity. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his, trying to find the right words to express what she was feeling. But before she could speak, Luffy, with his usual impulsiveness, did something that caught even him by surprise. He leaned down, closing the distance between them, and pressed his lips to hers.

It was a gentle, tentative kiss, filled with all the innocence and curiosity that defined Luffy. Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise, her heart pounding in her chest. For a moment, everything else faded away—the music, the laughter, the festival—leaving only the two of them, connected in the quiet of the night.

[nicksbestie]

Nooks And Crannies - M. Sturniolo

a series

part three (read part two here)

Summary : You always seem to be somewhere in the bookstore Matt works at, never buying anything, just reading, and while Matt is technically not supposed to talk to customers for so long while he's on the clock, he can't help himself.

Warnings : none yet!

Word Count : 1129

Pairing : Matt Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

A/N : the blossoming of actual conversation <3

The thirty minutes you spent sitting in that chair and talking to Matt was arguably the best thirty minutes of your entire day.

In a new place with a ton of new people, it was wonderful to get to spend time with someone who seemed to be open to talking to you. The conversation didn’t span for very long, but it felt like it covered a lifetime’s worth of information. You weren’t one to reveal your deepest secrets in a first interaction, and neither was Matt, but the conversation blossomed. 

You learned about Matt’s family, that he was an identical triplet, the middle of all three of them, Nick being the oldest, and the youngest one being named Chris, and he also had an older brother, Justin, who was born before the triplets. He’s twenty years old, just a year older than you, and had also recently moved here from Boston. Both of his triplet brothers had their own jobs downtown, and picked up odd jobs every now and then to make a bit more cash. They were stable and comfortable with room to spare, and it was really helpful that they all had jobs that they enjoyed. 

You learned that Nick worked in graphic design, and while sometimes it could be just a boring desk job, it was flexible enough for him to work on projects at home, often allowing him to finish them before the deadline arrived, well enough before that he could take days off. At the same time, he could also work virtually, which definitely helped when there were days he didn’t feel well, so he didn’t have to use any sick days. You learned that he really enjoyed his job, and he was damn good at it too, so he made a good amount of money from it. 

Chris was a music producer. You learned that the youngest triplet had always had a very deep love for music, and while he enjoyed recording his own little tidbits of things that would never be released out into the world, he loved to help people on their own creation. He had always been insanely creative, and getting to help people finish their own projects that they were proud of meant a lot to him. It was an honor to get to see unfinished work, to help put the final touches on it, to help make it perfect to their standards, to be ready for everyone else to hear it. It was also amazing to work with artists that he idolized or enjoyed listening to, and it really was a childhood dream come true. 

And Matt worked at The Ivy. To anyone else, Matt’s job may seem like a downgrade compared to his brothers, but the thing about all three of their jobs was that they really did love them. You listened to him talk about being able to connect with people, being able to see, read, and buy books that would become his favorites, and having a flexible schedule as well. You could see a true enjoyment in his eyes as he talked about his job and books, and there was definitely a little bit of envy in your own mind, as you liked your job alright, but not enough to pick up extra hours for any other reason than needing or wanting a little bit of extra money. You listened to Matt speak, noticing just how well he articulated, an impressive vocabulary, really showing the reader in him.

Matt learned a lot about you that day, too. He learned about your family, that you weren’t very close with your parents anymore after a large falling out, that you had a black cat named Mallie as a pet, and that you, too, adored reading. He learned that you worked from home, and that was why you were able to make such a large move. He learned that you didn’t know a lot of people here, and a part of him was honored to be one of the first people you talked to. Maybe it was because there was some sort of comfort in knowing that you were both strangers, and that you didn’t have to see each other again. You knew you would probably be back at The Ivy again, but if anything were to go wrong, you didn’t know them very well and could easily avoid him if you figured out when he worked. 

Matt’s break was only half an hour long, and to the both of you, it wasn’t long enough, but you didn’t know that the other was thinking the same thing. As Matt checked his phone, he sighed when he saw that he only had five minutes left. He had really enjoyed getting to talk to someone during a time when he was normally sitting by himself. For the next five minutes, you both shared your favorite books, finding out that you had a lot of mutual reads that you enjoyed, and mutual reads that you didn’t enjoy at all. That five minutes flew by quickly, so quickly that Matt invited you to walk with him back up to the register to clock back in, because he didn’t want to cut the conversation short right then. 

You continued talking until someone came up to check out their books, and you wandered away from the register with four new book recommendations. You went walking through the aisles, looking for the ones Matt had told you were a good read, and eventually found them all. You went back to the small nook you had found, sitting back down and placing them in your pile to read. You didn’t think that you would get through them all, so you took pictures of them, and read for about another hour. Matt thought that you had left the store and that he just didn’t see you walk out, either distracted by the register or he wasn’t by the front door, until he eventually did see you walking out, no books in hand. He happened to be stocking shelves at the time, so he waved at you when you glanced over at him, and you waved back with a genuine smile. 

“Not taking any books home?” 

You shook your head, glancing at the ones he was putting on the shelves.

“Nope. Left them in the tiny room behind the bookshelves. Hopefully they’ll be there when I come back, but if they aren’t, I took pictures of them so I can find them again.” 

Matt smiled, knowing that he had used that trick multiple times before. 

“I’ve done that. It works every time, at least in my experience.”

“Awesome. Then I’ll be back!” 

You went to wave goodbye before he spoke, his smile matching yours.

“Looking forward to it.”

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[dearsnow]

NO PROMISES

- just as you’re settling down, hobie takes you out for the night. (hobie brown x gn!reader, fluff)

word count: 1129

a/n - this is for my very good friend @literally-hobie as part of a trade we did :) go give them all my love!!

The night is a relaxing one. You have your music playing as you relax on your bed, inhaling the crisp midnight air. The gentle rhythm of your breathing matches the song’s saccharine melody and the plushies next to you smile kindly at your figure. You are completely embraced by your calm sheets, until a sudden noise causes you to shoot up.

It’s a fast rapping at your window, like knuckles covered in fabric. You move to open it, staring directly into the eyes of your official-but-not boyfriend.

“Hobie!” You hiss. “You can’t be here. My parents are asleep in the next room over, and I seriously can’t be caught with you at,” you check your phone, “12:32 AM.” Your voice is rapt with hushed concern. “What do you need?”

He tilts his head lazily, like sticking to your windowsill is the easiest thing in the world. “I jus’ thought it would be cool to have some fun tonight. Hidden concert and all that. It starts in like ten minutes, but we don’t gotta be early.” Oh, it is so like him to do this sort of thing. You bite the inside of your cheek as you weigh your options. Though it’s not the safest idea, there’s nothing that you and him can’t handle. You don’t really have anything better to do anyways, and despite the late hour, this could be the opportunity of a lifetime.

“...Alright, just don’t get me killed on the way over.” He grins, and the sight makes your heart skip a beat.

“I can’t promise you anything. Nothing is ever certain.” He says, eyes sparkling and motioning for you to follow him.

You climb out your window carefully, helped by Hobie’s rough hands and gentle touch. He keeps a secure hold on your waist, sending butterflies flitting through your stomach. He always manages to fluster you, no matter the situation. 

He pulls you up, slinging a web up to your roof and setting you down upon the shingles. The view atop the world is the sweetest thing you’ve seen in a long while- excluding Hobie, of course. Stars twinkle overhead, fully visible and bright. You take a deep breath, smelling the hints of wet leaves and a touch of smoke.

“Shall we?” Hobie asks. As you nod, he swiftly picks you up and swings away without even a hint of effort.

Your heart flutters at the sudden weightless feeling, causing you to release a breathy laugh. You’ll never get used to flying through the air, no matter how many times he takes you swinging. Utter exhilaration courses through your veins as Hobie takes you from building to building until you finally reach the concert venue.

It’s set in a run-down old building that looks like it hasn’t had a roof for centuries. It must’ve been an office building or something, judging by the size of the ground floor. The walls are blown through, with many entrances and exits for quick escapes. Dozens of people are milling around the area, and all of them look extremely pumped. There are zero security guards, just how Hobie likes it. 

As soon as he sets you down, right in front of the unstable looking makeshift stage, a drum beat starts. It’s followed by a guitar riff and the screaming of fans. Hobie slides an arm through yours and peers at your face, illuminated by the flashing stage lights. He’s never seen anything as amazing in his life.

The music gets your heart pumping as the band appears on stage, the melodies familiar yet nothing you have ever heard before. In every way, this night reminds you of Hobie.

“Like what you hear?” He all-but shouts into your ear, trying to be heard over the screams and rhythm. You smile wider than you’ve smiled in a long, long time as you nod. He seems satisfied as he pulls you impossibly closer to him.

The music lasts about an hour, which is way too short in your opinion. Everyone else seems to agree, but it seems the band members have other places to be. Hobie pulls you aside as you walk out of the building, buzzing with excitement.

“Pretty nice, huh? I dig their commentary on the corruption of our current political system.” His voice is raspy as he stares at you. He always maintains eye contact, something you’ve noticed as you spend more time with him. He has a smile on his face, seeming to be genuinely happy. You’re so, so glad you went on this little adventure with him. Even if it was the worst experience of your life (which it definitely wasn’t), just seeing his smile would make everything worth it.

You smile back. “I loved it. You should take me out more often,” You tease, grabbing his arm. He lets out a quiet laugh, tipping his head back and staring the night dead in its eyes.

“We havta do this again. I follow the punk scene, so there’ll prolly be another show here in a few days. Would ya want to go with me?” His breath forms clouds in the cold night air, and you shiver a little bit.

“Of course, Hobie. Just warn me in advance.” You quip.

“Again, no promises.” He grins. “C’mon, there’s still night left. Let’s chill.”

He leads you away from the venue and down a street, making a game out of kicking pebbles and twigs. A laugh bubbles up from your chest as he kicks a rock so hard it dents an abandoned metal trash can. Damn, being Spider-Man really has its perks. When you finally reach the end of the road, you see a little set up of pillows and lights between two buildings and an overhang.

You take a step forward hesitantly. “Did you set this up?”

“Yeah, I figured it might be nice to have a place to ourselves.” He shrugs. There’s a sparkle of excitement flitting around in his eyes.

“Cool.” You breathe. He motions for you to sit down, and you comply.

Before you know it, he’s hanging from the overhand, face-to-face with you upside down. You laugh as his breath tickles your face. You know exactly what he’s asking for. 

Your touch ghosts over his face, and you press your lips to his. You’ve kissed him before, but this is something new and exciting, something straight out of a comic book. It feels electric. His lips are a brushstroke of warmth against a soft canvas.

When you finally pull away, he is breathless like he just finally figured out how to be alive.

“We should do that again.” Hobie smirks, eyes gently peering into yours. The string lights overhead shimmer with a newfound glory.

“I would love to,” You whisper, smiling, “but no promises.”

[adiluv-moved]

❥ PHOTOGRAPHER + GENERAL HCS. ˚⊹꒷

⚜️୧・꒰word count꒱ 1129.

📕୧・꒰warnings꒱ none!

👑୧・꒰adi moment꒱ unfortunately i am writing for french 'people' now… how sad… /j lol—to be real, though, i’ve actually started playing identity v again and ended up sparking some interest for joseph ꒰netass gave me tranquility, as a treat꒱, so here we are! feel free to send in requests, whether it be for him or other characters! hope you enjoy! ꒰ㅅ´ ˘ `꒱

꒰⚔️꒱・A closed-off aristocrat with a slight tendency for egotism, Joseph is certainly one of the more tedious residents to woo. Congratulations for ꒰somehow꒱ managing to do so! Beneath his haughty and withdrawn persona, he’s an incredibly observant, caring, and loyal individual—and he does his best to make sure that you feel loved whenever he’s by your side.

꒰⚔️꒱・Although I consider him to be far from optimistic, considering everything that’s happened within his pre-manor days, I do still imagine him to be a sort of hopeless romantic. This is a sentiment you’ll become well aware of through the many dates that he plans for the both of you—whether they be candlelit dinners, strolls in the garden, or something else. These dates do occasionally go astray due to the ever growing amount of inhabitants sharing the space, though he does his best to keep/get things back on track. Please reassure him if things get a bit too hectic—he’s very much prone to panicking.

꒰⚔️꒱・As a man of the arts, you’re quick to become his new muse. He loves taking photos of you at any and every moment he can, regardless of how mundane it is. Depending on your own sentiments of the matter, this could potentially be a root of disagreements—especially considering that the camera seems to follow him every time you’re together. Similarly, he’s a big fan of painting you, originally using the photos he took of you as references, though he quickly abandons them once he gets the hang of things—he’s a fast learner when it comes to you.

꒰⚔️꒱・Of course, though, he values your happiness far more than his desire to preserve you, and he’ll try to stop taking so many photos of you if you ever express discomfort. ꒰Of course, the keyword here is ‘try’.꒱ He slips up on occasion, so please try to be patient with him—it’s his way of showing love, and he tends to get a little over dramatic at times.

꒰⚔️꒱・Joseph is also a rather clingy type of lover, and jealousy is ever quick to sink its fangs into him. The fear of losing you, whether it be physically or emotionally, is relentless in haunting him once you start dating. Even so, it isn’t something he vocalizes often, due to his fears of being considered as weak. Whether it be him hovering close to you whenever you’re too close to another survivor, or the way that he subtly begs you not to leave his side, it is something that you come to notice.

꒰⚔️꒱・Ignore his signs of jealousy, and you might just find that other survivor being targeted during matches—but he’ll ꒰reluctantly꒱ catch himself if you call him out on it. Afterwards, he’ll just resort to being a pouty mess around you, though some extra affection is quick to restore his good mood. You might even catch the Joseph Desaulniers apologizing to the other survivor afterwards—though you’d best bet that he’s swearing them to secrecy. It’s embarrassing, truly! You know nobles like him are meant to be composed at all times..!

꒰⚔️꒱・When it comes to facing you in matches, well… It really does depend. His most common strategies include going friendly for your entire team ꒰and spending the time by your side꒱ or simply avoiding you until everybody else has been chaired and he can give you dungeon. However, there are times that he’ll have to go full swing on you—he fears that the baron might punish the both of you, otherwise. He tries to be gentle on you when this happens, grazing you ever so lightly with his rapier, but he’ll always come running to Emily’s infirmary once the match is over… just to make sure.

꒰⚔️꒱・Assuming that you haven’t been hurt by him in a match, though, it does take some time for him to catch back up with you. Joseph is a massive cleanfreak, and absolutely despises the idea of being dirty—something caused both by his social status and the illness that took Claude away from him. He tends to make a beeline to his shower whenever he returns from matches, a habit that you’ve gradually come to pick up due to his hesitancy to cuddle with you when you haven’t. All things considered, it is a good habit, so you don’t mind it all that much.

꒰⚔️꒱・When it comes to things like PDA, I do imagine Joseph falling more on the conservative side ꒰once again due to his upbringing꒱. He’d really only engage in it when he’s feeling jealous, and for the most part prefers to keep all amorous gestures private… though he won’t complain nor attempt to stop you if you give him a quick kiss on the cheek, or something similar. He does, however, use a lot of French nicknames and terms of endearment for you—both in private and public. Mary enjoys teasing him for it, and offers to translate them for you if you don’t know French.

꒰⚔️꒱・Circling back to his fixation on cleanliness, the worst thing for him is falling sick. He’s quick to become upset if he notices himself falling under the weather, and he’ll quickly try to find something to blame for it. While this can grate on the nerves of whoever’s caring for him, being angry distracts him from his fear—though he’ll try to tone things down if he notices that he’s riling you up. Regardless, he’s grateful that you’re putting in the effort to care for him, even if he initially tries to shoo you off for the fear of getting you sick, too.

꒰⚔️꒱・If you’re the one sick, however, things tend to go much differently. He’s a mix of worried and distant whenever it happens, constantly obsessing over your condition and endlessly pestering Emily—begging her to make sure that you’re alright. At the same time, however, you won’t catch a single sight of him while you’re still ill—the thought of seeing you in such a state causing his stomach to churn. He’s quick to apologize once you’re better, pressing kisses on every part of skin that he can reach… Though expect a slight scolding to accompany his tenderness.

꒰⚔️꒱・Ending this with a cuddling headcanon..! Joseph absolutely adores having you close to him. Whether it be you sitting in his lap while he reads a book or him having an arm wrapped around you as he rants about bad matches and annoying survivors, cuddling is a necessity for him. He’s not against the idea of falling asleep while holding you, either, but be warned that his grip gets shockingly tight once he drifts off. While attempts at escape don’t fully wake him, he’ll try to convince you to stay with half-asleep murmurs of ‘don’t leave, mon ange…’ or ‘stay a little, mon amour…’. Unfortunately for you, they’re rather effective.

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[jackassbrainrot]

nasty new compulsion [dunn x f!reader]

desc: you're a part of the jackass crew. you and ryan are totally just friends ;)

a/n: another ry fic! touchy tease ryan >>>, can't stop writing him and oh my god this is so much longer than I expected it to be I just got sucked into it

warnings: smut, teasing, p in v, unprotected sex

word count: 1129

Being Tremaine's assistant is a pain in the ass, or more accurately, he is. Despite having to listen to him bark out orders the entire day, working on the movie has been fun, especially since meeting Ryan Dunn. He's somehow the most normal of the cast and you two clicked the moment you met. Everyone knew you'd become the best of friends due to Bam's constant bitching about Dunn replacing him. You'd reassure him saying you'd never be as close to Ryan as he was, which was true, but you'd never tell him you were closer in other ways.

You were fumbling with some mics behind a trailer, when you felt Ryan's arms wrap around your waist. He rested his head on your shoulder, his beard scratching your soft skin as he places teasing kisses on your neck. "Aren't you supposed to be filming?" You try to shake him off gently, not wanting to get caught by the others, though you couldn't resist tilting your head to give him more access to your neck. "Mm, no, they're doin' the muscle stimulator thing, they won't be needin' me for a while." You can feel his sly smile against your skin, his lips travelling up your neck to whisper in your ear. "C'mon, I need you."

"Don't say that!" You finally turn around, breaking away from his grip, your voice coming out as a squeak. He chuckles lowly, looking down at you with lust filled eyes as he pushes your body against the trailer. One hand on your waist, the other holding the side of your neck as he kisses down it again, making your breath hitch. The warmth of his body leaves yours suddenly and you look up at him with confusion.

"I mean, if you're not up for it, I guess I'll go join the guys." He's gone before you even get the chance to say anything. You hear Jeff yell your name and you quickly straighten yourself out before getting back to work. For the rest of the day you stare daggers at Dunn, watching him wink at you with a knowing smile across his face.

You're sitting in the passenger seat of Tremaine's car, Knoxville and Kosick in the back, arguing over who knows what. "Hey, Jeff, can you do me a favor?" You ask quietly, trying to keep your conversation far from your other coworkers' ears. "Depends." He replies, suspicion in his voice. "How long do you think you could keep Bam out of his room when we get back to the hotel?" He pauses for a moment before speaking again. "You owe me."

When you get to the hotel, you jump out of the car, smiling at Tremaine before running up the stairs to Dunn and Bam's room. Bam opens the door, a half empty beer bottle hanging from his tattooed hand already. "Jeff told me to come get you." You blurt out before he even gets to say a word and he groans "Now?" He whines, sounding like a teenager whose mom just told him to clean his room. You nod, trying to hide your smile as Ryan steps up behind him. "Go, before he goes all directorzilla on you." Ryan says, earning a groan from the younger man as he walks out of the room. You watch him go down the hallway before Ryan pulls you into his room.

"He's gonna come back in a minute when he realizes Tremaine doesn't actually need him for shit." He says with a smug look on his face, contrasting the hands softly holding your waist. "I asked Jeff to keep him distracted for a bit." A wicked smile spreads over your face as you look up at him, draping your arms around his neck. "Oh, you little minx." He looks down at you, his light eyes dark with lust, as he walks back until his legs hit the bed, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap.

Your lips meet his in a desperate kiss, your hands tangling in his hair. "Aren't you desperate?" He mumbles against your lips as his hands slip under your shirt. "Your fault." You breathe out and he chuckles before unclasping your bra and taking it and your shirt off in one smooth movement.

"Let me make it up to you." He says, flipping you onto your back on the bed. He hovers over you, kissing down your chest as he unbuttons your jeans. You help him take them off and he unhooks the towel hanging around his waist, throwing it across the room. His mouth latches onto your nipple as his fingers rub your clit slowly, making you whine out his name.

Your hand drops down to his hair again, pulling at his golden strands, making him groan. He trails kisses down your torso, sucking a hickey over your hipbone, making you squirm. Going lower, he makes sure to kiss everywhere except your pussy. You let out another whine, trying to push his head down when his movements still, looking up at your desperate expression. "Can't even take a bit of teasing, huh?" He mocks. "I've been taking it the whole day, asshole!" You cry out in frustration.

"Alright, alright." He puts his hands up defensively, kneeling between your legs, wrapping them around his waist. He leans down to kiss you as his dick enters you agonizingly slow, dragging a moan out of your occupied mouth. Your hips buck up but he holds them down, pinning you down on the mattress as he keeps his thrusts slow and deep. "Ry, please, I need you to go faster, please!"

"You need it?" He teases, watching you nod frantically under him. Suddenly you feel yourself getting picked up off the bed as he flips you so you're on top of him. "Take what you need, then." You move your hips at a pace much quicker than his was, holding onto his tattooed arms to keep yourself balanced. His hands roam over your body as he watches you ride him with half lidded eyes.

As you feel your body going taut, tightening around his dick, you lean down to kiss him to silence the scream threatening to slip from your lips. His dick twitches inside you, pushing you over the edge as you moan into his mouth, feeling his cum spill into you. You collapse, falling on his chest.

"I'm not sleeping there, that shit's contaminated!" Bam's scream rings out through the hallway, Knoxville's cackle following right after. Both you and Ryan laugh, lying next to each other, exhausted. "Well, no need to sneak around anymore, huh?" You ask, making him laugh again, before you both fall asleep to the sound of Bam whining about you stealing his best friend and his room.

[didyoubringauntienat]

Meeting the Storm

(Gif not mine)

Summary: Y/n and Natasha have been dating for seven months but Natasha has never met Y/n’s family. Only when they have dinner with them that she realises why Y/n isn’t in contact with them.

Word Count: 1129 words

Warnings: angst, homophobic slurs, homophobia, more of a vent than a fanfic, rushed writing (tell me if I’ve missed anything)

Taglist: @stephanieromanoff @haeva @lilaloubear @natashasilverfox @marvelonmymind

You and Natasha have been together for just over seven months and ever since you made it official with her they’ve been begging to meet your family, just like now. “Please Y/nnnn you’ve met my family, it's only fair that I meet yours…” She gives you her best puppy eyes but today it’s not working.

“First off, your ‘family’ is our work colleagues so I was bound to meet them and secondly the answer is no. My family isn't the kind that you bring people home for them to meet.” You ignore her frown as she follows you around the room, watching you unpack from your most recent mission.

“Have you ever brought someone home to meet them?”

“No…”

She smirks as she knows that she’s caught you there. “Well how do you know that they are that kind of family?”

You pause for a moment in what you’re doing. She does have a point, what if they are super nice to her but then again they could treat her just like they treat you. You did see how it was unfair to Natasha on keeping her from meeting them but at the end of the day you weren’t sure you wanted her to see this side of your life.

You feel soft hands gently start rubbing your shoulders from behind. “How about we have dinner with them? You can decide where and when, and as soon as they make either of us feel uncomfortable we’ll leave okay?” She gently kisses the back of your neck before resting her chin on your shoulder blade. “I just really want to meet the people who made the love of my life”

You sigh softly and bow your head. “Fine… but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Natasha squeals before kissing your cheek repeatedly before she runs into your shared wardrobe. “Please don’t let them fuck this up…”

Natasha sat with you on the edge of the bed as you called your parents that night. She couldn’t stop smiling when she heard them agree to meet you at Valentino’s with your siblings as they were also free. Great.

Natasha had decided to wear a short red dress that made you water at the mouth when she first came out in it and you definitely tried to use your reaction against her so you didn’t have to go out. “Baby no. There will be plenty of time to deal with your horniess later, now get dressed” She smirks and gives you a slow kiss before yanking herself off your lap so she could go fix her makeup.

You sighed before sorting out your blouse. “Do we have to go?”

“Yes babe, they’re expecting us and besides they’re probably already on their way to the restaurant so it’s too late to cancel.” She turns around and smiles at you before walking over and cupping your face in her soft hands. “How about after dinner we go to a bar? Just the two of us?”

You nod softly before standing up, making her let go of your cheeks. “Let’s just get this over with”

“Y/n! There you are! We thought you were going to flake on us.” You stop yourself from rolling your eyes when you hear your father’s booming voice but you don’t hold back the frown that forms when you see that all your siblings decided to come.

“Hey dad…” you pull out a chair for Natasha and rest your hand on her shoulder once she’s sat down. “I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff” You ignore the way your brother frowns and whispers something to your sister.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all, I’ve heard so much about you.” Natasha smiles which your parents warmly return along with your youngest two siblings.

“It’s lovely to meet you dear, where did you and Y/n meet?” Your mother smiled at Natasha as she looked at the menu.

“We worked together and through that we just got closer until feelings developed.” You feel her softly pull your hand into her lap, her thumb gently rubbing the back of it.

As your mother and Natasha carried on talking, you couldn’t help but stare at your brother who was already smirking at you from across the table.

“Is everyone ready to order?” You looked away from your brother and to your menu. You nod gently when you decide on just having a pizza. You can feel Natasha squeeze your hand and frown at you but you ignore her, too busy trying to control your emotions.

“So Y/n, when were you going to tell us that you’re a dyke? Did she turn you gay Natasha?”

You look up and glare at him. “Don’t you dare even look at her.”

Your brother just laughs at you as he finishes his drink. “Am I wrong? Look at her then look at you, it’s not right.”

“Dad shut him up before I do it.”

“Y/n stop it. You're the oldest for crying out loud. If you feed into it then he’ll never stop.” Your father just sighs as he pours himself another glass of water.

You sigh and get up. “Come on Nat we’re leaving. I told you that I didn’t want to see them and now you know why. So get your purse we’re leaving. Pleasure to see you all. See you all in hell.” You storm out without even a glance back, not even when your mum started to plead for you to come back. You only stopped when you felt the fresh night air hit you.

“Y/n…” You didn’t turn around. You couldn’t just yet. “I’m so sorry baby… I didn’t realise it was that bad. I know I’ve heard stories but they’re nothing like the real thing…”

There’s silence for a moment before you finally speak. “It’s okay… it’s his fault I acted like that. Not yours” You hold her hand and give her a small smile. “Let’s just go home, yeah?”

She nods softly before gently pulling you towards where you parked only to stop and pull you into a passionate kiss. “I love you okay? I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you and I’m going to keep telling you this so you’ll never forget.”

“You know I’m going to marry you one day.” You peck her lips before grinning. “Come on. I’m pretty sure you owe me a drink.”

“Um, I'm pretty sure I said I’ll take you to a bar. Nothing about buying you a drink.” She grins as she walks backwards away from you. “How about the first one to the car gets the first round?”

You smirk “you’re so on” you go to run but before you realise Natasha is already running off, her heels in her hands.

[catboygretzky]

Exyblr Dashboard Simulator based on what I personally see on sportsblr:

7/?

😇 daddywymack

oh so when YOU say someone's attractive it's FINE but when *i* say it, it's NOT? misogyny

🌞 blonde-jeremy-knox

it's probably bc you said jeremy knox looked so slurpable that you'd let him waterboard u with his sweat

😇 daddywymack

i'm just being honest!!! lying is a sin!!

🌞 blonde-jeremy-knox

you're going to hell either way so like?? maybe lie a little ajdsfh

#i don't mean that baby u r sooo right and you should speak the truth

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🌸 a-softer-exy

jeremy knox/jean moreau - an unspoken prayer

#usc #university of southern california #usc trojans #jeremy knox #jean moreau #1129 #jerejean #trojans #exy #web weave #poetry

2,089 notes

♛ queen-of-exy

'you just want to date a player' absolutely not. i don't even want to MEET a player, they should stay on the court and in my fanfiction where they belong.

#would probably make an exception for kevin day but only bc he probably has a praise kink

546 notes

🧸 mreow-bearcats-mreow

neutral party here but are the trojans only playing NINE PLAYERS?

🧸 mreow-bearcats-mreow

update: they lost but like. they didn't look as bad as i was expecting, and uh...post game interview um hellloooo jeremy 👀 . was pretty neutral but next seaassooon ........... any usc fans wanna help

🗣️ jeremyknoxes follow

oh baby i'll send you my usc primer STAT i've been waiting for this day

#gonna make you a trojans fan if it's the last thing i do

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🦁 pennst-ate-me-up

neil josten when asked about the ravens on live tv:

#psu #neil josten

299 notes

💃fox-me-up follow

wish i could be surprised that exyblr's reaction to neil being a gangster's son was more 'kinda hot ngl' than anything ya know. normal. but i've been here long enough to know better

#i mean it IS kinda hot ngl #but that's not the point #neil tag

302 notes

✍️ exy-fic-rec

i'll crawl home to her by exystarlightning

Fandom: Exy RPF

Pairing: Kevin Day/Neil Josten

Rating: E

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha!Neil, Omega!Kevin, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Soulmates, Miscommunication, Purring

Word count: 84k

Summary: Kevin wasn't looking for an alpha; unfortunately, the universe had other plans.

#kevin day #neil josten #kevneil #kdnj #njkd #0210 #psu #palmetto #psu foxes #omegaverse #soulmates #explicit #exy rpf #fic rec

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[strawberrykisseslia]

Vanessa Shelly x F! reader

TW: none, some fluff, slight angst, headcanon for Vanessa: she is a flower nerd, she almost knows every type and the meanings of them

A/N: This love by Taylor Swift is probably my favorite song by her at the moment so I wrote a cute little ff for it! :3 also have this while I'll try to make a Christmas special. 🎄

Words count: 1129, it looks a lot more LMFAO

It probably has been months since you and Vanessa broke up, exactly 7 months. The reason for your broke up was pretty messy, but mainly because of how cold and distant Vanessa became towards the end. Her night shifts were just getting longer and longer, you couldn't wait for her more, you needed someone to hold you at night and just be there for you.

After 2 to 3 months of the broke up you decide to date other girls but you it never lasted longer than some hookups. They weren't Vanessa. You missed her badly, every night, every day.

You were sitting nervously in a fancy restaurant that Vanessa picked out for your date... wait? How did you end up here?

One night you were down in a bar to just clear your mind after another one night thing and just to think about everything that has been happening to you through this year. Vanessa popped up in your head again. Everything you shared was wonderful during the beginning, everything just felt perfect. However, when Vanessa became more cold and distant a lot changed. You were feeling lonely though you loved her very much. You tried to talk to her many times about how you should fix this but most of the times she turned you down. All she said was that you were being too clingy and how tired she is. Everytime she promised you that she will try to change but they were just white lies. That's why you broke up with her. As you were getting deeper in your thoughts you suddenly felt a soft tap on your shoulder. When you turned to see who was it, you were left somewhat speechless. It was Vanessa. She looked... different? Her hair was in the usual low ponytail but her eyes looked extremely tired. You could tell she was exhausted. Her under eye bags told everything.

"Vanessa?.. What are you doing here?" You asked with curiosity. She sighed and looked down. She was nervous. "I was out with some friends... then I spotted you." She looked back at you. Despite her tiredness, her look was gentle. You nodded with understanding. "I see..." There were a minute of awkward silence between the two of you but the blonde decided to break the silence. "So... how's everything?" You looked back at her and chuckled lightly. "Not that good just to be honest. I'm pretty lonely.. How about you?" She smiled softly. She understood you, she was really lonely as well. "Same from here. The house has been really quite since you left..." She looked down with some sadness. You felt sad as well because you still loved her very much, but has she changed anything?

Some minutes later she was now next to you chatting about the dates she was on and how badly they turned out. You couldn't help but laugh but your dates weren't that sunshine as well. That was when Vanessa asked you, "Look... I know, we separated on bad terms... but I want you to know that I have changed and I tried to focus and work on myself to be better." You crossed your arms with amusement. "Is that so? I'm glad, it's good to hear, you should be really proud of yourself then!" You smiled. "Well, yea, I am. But there's one more thing..." She nervously quietly tapped on her glass. You raise an eyebrow and tilted your head. "What?" She sighed heavily. You could tell it was not easy for her to say it. "I... want to make things good between us... I want us to be something again." She looked at you with fear of rejection. You looked down and sighed. "Vanessa... I-I don't know. I mean I still love you very much... but I'm not sure." She nodded. "I understand... but please, one date and if it will go bad then... I will leave you alone but... please." You didn't exactly know how to answer this but you badly wanted to make things right... but what if it will end up just like it did before? That was the thing you were afraid of. The loneliness, the coldness of the warm home.

Eventually you said yes and that's how you ended up in that fancy restaurant. It actually has been weeks since Vanessa asked you out on the date but you needed proper time to think about the invitation. You needed to clear with yourself what you are going to get into again but you loved her very much and you needed at least this last date if it was the truly last time, you are ever going to see her.

You were extremely nervous though. Vanessa were as well even because of how late she was running due to the storm outside. You weren't mad at her for being late, you were only worried about her and the storm.

After 20 minutes she made it. In her hands there were white roses, which mostly symbolized loyalty. You always knew it was important for Vanessa what type of flower she is bringing. She was a big flower nerd. (Headcanon.)

You smiled at her and got up from your seat. After she placed down the roses she hugged you tightly and gave you a small kiss on the cheek. She knew you liked kisses on your cheeks and she always found that adorable.

You and Vanessa ordered your good and started to talk about everything. Laughed about the awkward dates you guys had with other girls. You even talked about how you felt during your relationship with her. She truly understood everything you said and it was clear to you that she actually has changed. She understood her mistakes, you could see it in her eyes and her eyes never lied.

The date went well, better than you expected it.

~

It has been years since you started dating with Vanessa. It was the best decision you has ever made. She started to talk more and more about her true feelings and you appreciated her honesty. She made more time for you and was always there for you, of course you did the same thing for her and of course you understood that her job may not let her have much free time but she explained everything to you, the reasons why and just how will she try and make up for it.

She changed a lot, in a good way and you were extremely happy with how well her healing were going since you knew about her traumatic childhood.

You knew that there were be ups and downs in your relationship but at least now you both knew how to help each other and how to get through those times.

,,This love is good,

This love is bad,

This love is alive back from the dead,

These hands had to let it go free, and

This love came back to me

This love left a permanent mark

This love is glowing in the dark

These hands had to let it go free, and

This love came back to me"

[average-kitty]

A Special Bouquet 💐 PT2

warnings: A little bit of smut, slapping, mean Jenna

A/N: this picks up right after the first part!

Word count: 1129

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You didn’t know how to respond, you opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out, she pulled your face closer to hers as you took a soft inhale. After a few moments she pulled your face closer again- the sensation of her lips against your own was suddenly making it more known, you let a soft whimper out at the feeling, it sent absolute shivers down your spine. a few seconds passed before she finally let you break away, she was only barely panting while you on the other hand were desperately trying to catch your breath.

Your mind felt a bit hazy as you looked into her eyes, she looked hungry- hungry for more of that feeling you had given her. “You taste nice…” She giggled softly, you had a small pout because you just gave in so easily and now she was complimenting you. “Yeah yeah….” You softly chuckled as her hand trailed back to your neck, your body immediately shivering from the feeling “Sensitive are we?” She snickered in a teasing way her fingers moving down your back now.

“No, I’m not-“ you retorted with a small gasp as her hand was now on your hip. “You sure about that?~” She scoffed at your body’s initial reaction, another whimper escaped your lips as you continued to pout at her- the sensation of her hands on your body felt, so so good… not that you would admit to that though-but that didn’t stop Jenna from trying to pry it out of you, matter of fact- she wasn’t going to let you not admit you liked it. “Why do you keep lying, you’re just digging a deeper ditch for yourself…” she frowned mockingly, but you didn’t budge- Jenna was growing a bit impatient now.

“I know what you want- why not just give in? Why do you bother with all this extra ‘I’m too tough to admit anything’ act?” Her frown stayed put, as your pouting continued. She let out a sigh as her hand that had been in your own let go as she raised her hand to your face “If you don’t admit it I WILL slap the shit out of you, no questions asked.” She muttered at you, meanwhile, you were desperately trying to figure a way out of the situation she had put you in admitting that you liked it would absolutely destroy your pride but those slaps of her’s hurt like crazy…

While your mind was thinking about what to do Jenna was getting fed up with your silence, and she gave you a harsh slap to your cheek before pulling your face closer again. You let out a yelp of pain as you felt the tears begin to pour from your eyes- “SAY IT.” Jenna snapped, her words were harsh, and you felt like you had no other choice…so you finally gave in “I-I’m sensitive- when you touch me like…that..” you mumbled, Jenna had a wide smile on her face as she giggled to herself “See? How hard was that?” Before you could even get a word in she pulled you into another kiss, this time she didn’t let you pull away until SHE was done. You felt your legs getting weak as she suddenly pushed her tongue into your mouth, kissing you passionately. Your body didn’t know what to do, so many shivers and tingles were being sent through your body- you couldn’t help but let a gentle moan slip out as the two of you continued to kiss. After what felt like forever Jenna finally let the kiss break, both of you panting loudly. “Fuck…” that was all she could manage to get out for a moment or two “Are you like- a professional or something…?” She joked as she continued to try and catch her breath, you didn’t want to admit it nor say it at all but you felt like you had to…

“Jenna-“ you started as she looked into your eyes giving a gentle hum in response “I-…I’m a virgin….” You felt like your face was on fire from the sheer embarrassment you were feeling, though Jenna didn’t look disgusted nor angry- she just gave a light chuckle. “I thought so…”  You were honestly surprised- surely she didn’t just guess… “Is it that obvious…?” Jenna paused for a moment before finally nodding her head, you almost instantly covered your red face as you groaned out in frustration, Jenna trying- really hard not to laugh at your embarrassment “AAAGH!- I KNEW IT….!” You whine, Jenna finally losing it and bursting out laughing, her cheeks flushing to a similar shade as your own. After a bit, you uncover your face with a small pout as Jenna is trying to stop herself from laughing anymore “Sorry!- Sorry, sorry…” She softly snickered before clearing her throat “So- about that whole Virgin thing…I could be your firs-“

You almost instantly put a finger over her mouth. “I’m going to have to cut you off there Mrs.Ortega- I can clearly see that you have a thing for me…” you chuckle but then your tone changes into more of a stern and serious one. “I just don’t think I’m ready for that…” She paused, possibly in a bit of shock though she finally let out a long sigh. “I understand, I’m- sorry for slapping you….” She awkwardly chuckled before taking her hands off of you in a sigh of respect. “I’ll be going now-“ She brushed herself off and fixed her hair, turning and walking to the front door before you stopped her by grabbing onto her shoulder. “What is it?” Jenna cocked her head to the side in a bit of confusion before you handed her the flowers from earlier. “Please, take them. I know we got off a bit of an awkward foot but I think we could have something going on… so I’ll think about your- little offer.”

You chuckle as her cheeks are flushed as she took the flowers in her hand, looking at them before noticing a small bit of paper put in the elastic band that holds all of the flowers together. “What’s this?” Jenna asked looking back up at you, meeting your eyes with her doe-like ones. “My number, just in case.” You chuckled before you opened the door for her and walked her out, giving her a small wave as you then closed the door and locked it- making sure to flip the “OPEN” sign to the “CLOSED” version. Jenna just stood there for a good minute or two before she looked down at the bouquet in her hands, she smiled softly and sniffed them- before she turned and walked off. Maybe she did do the right thing this time…. Maybe she had a chance…

~Next part~

[kingyo-konbini]

MACCHIATO [KILLER X READER]

[SUMMARY] killer drops by on one of his regular visits to the cafe, though this time he comes with a question. [PRONOUNS] gender neutral [GENRE] modern + coffee shop au [POV] second person [WORD COUNT] 1129 [CONTENT] fluff | light flirting (?) [A/N] belongs to this one shot collection

“Can I get a large macchiato with whipped cream?”

The somewhat odd order caused you to look up from your screen, a smile flashing to your lips upon spotting the man before you. “Morning, Killer! Hot or iced?”

“Hot, please. With a straw.”

You hummed and tapped on the screen. “Anything else?”

“I’m here to pick up an order, too.”

You nodded and glanced down at the notepad that sat off to the side, the list of orders needing to be picked up and their recipients’ names written in Sanji’s elegant handwriting.

Eyes narrowing you leaned down to get a better look, a slight frown tugging at your features. “I don’t see your name on here, let me go ask Sa-”

“No need, [Name]-chan!” Sanji’s boisterous voice interrupted you, drawing your attention from the paper. He had pushed his way into the coffee bar from the back, a large, pristine white box in his arms and cigarette in his mouth. “I forgot to write it down, that’s all.”

You let out a quiet sigh in relief, turning back to smile at Killer. “The regular?”

“Same as always.” He nodded. Although you couldn’t see his mouth due to the blue and white striped medical-style mask covering the lower half of his face –nor his eyes, thanks to his incredibly soft-looking and bushy blond bangs– you knew he was returning your smile. “And in return…” He swung the military-esque backpack from his back and dug around in it, eventually pulling out three bags of different kinds of pasta.

Sanji excitedly took them from him, looking at the names of the pasta before nodding with a pleased hum. “Pleasure doing business with you, as always.”

“Likewise.” Killer nodded, and Sanji hurriedly made his way back to the kitchen, probably to get started on some sort of spontaneous pasta dish you knew would be absolutely delicious.

You finalized the order and prepared it for payment, flipping the screen around for him to see the total. “Cash or card?”

“Cash.” He shouldered his bag and pulled his wallet from one of the back pockets of his jeans, leafing through it for a moment and then pulling out a wad of bills. He glanced at the screen and then stopped, hand with the money freezing over the counter. “Ah, [Name], I think you put the order in wrong. It’s showing up as less than usual.”

You tried your best to hide the playful smile that begged to be seen, and focused on writing his order on a cup. “Oh, no, I just applied the friends and family discount. No worries.”

You could sense him frown. “There’s no need for that.”

Despite your attempts, you couldn’t stop yourself from snorting in amusement. “I know, but I want to. You’re a friend, aren’t you?” You looked up from beneath your lashes and smiled, sweet and demure.

It was obvious to everyone except Killer that you’d developed some sort of feelings for the guy. Despite only working at the cafe for a little over a month, you had easily integrated yourself into the group and had gotten to know all of the regulars (and semi-irregulars, too) and began building what you would call friendships with most of them. Killer, in particular, had struck your interests, the pasta shop owner arriving every Monday and Wednesday at nine forty-five in the morning without fail to pick up a drink and sometimes his order of cannoli for the store. He and Sanji had created some sort of barter-and-trade system, with Killer supplying the fellow blond with gourmet pasta noodles in exchange for the pastries.

You’d asked Robin to make sure you were scheduled for morning shifts on Mondays and Wednesdays after figuring out the schedule, much to the teasing of your coworkers and Sanji’s heartbreak.

“Hm, I suppose so.” There was a hint of hesitancy in his voice, but you simply continued to smile and took his payment, completing the transaction and handing him back his change. He cleared his throat and shoved the bills into the tip jar. “Is it just you today?”

You chuckled and shook your head, making your way over to the espresso machine, Killer following from his side of the counter. “No, it’s just been slow today so Usopp took his lunch early. He’s in the back for another, hm, ten minutes or so.” Your eyes flickered to the front door and then throughout the cafe, pleased at the small number of customers happily enjoying their drinks and pastries at the small tables. 

“Have you taken your lunch yet?” He asked as you poured the milk into the frothing pitcher.

You shook your head and began prepping the espresso. “Not yet. I was going to take it after Usopp got back.”

“Would you…” He cleared his throat and you paused, lifting a brow as your hand hovered over the machine. “Would it be alright if I joined you for your lunch?”

Well, that you weren’t expecting.

It took a minute for his words to register, but when they did your expression shifted to the brightest and biggest smile you’ve ever conjured. “I’d love that.”

Again, despite being unable to see his expression, you knew he was smiling.

You pressed the button to pull the shot and began steaming the milk, feeling Killer’s eyes on you the whole time. Your heart fluttered rapidly in your chest, heat rushing up your neck to color your cheeks and the tips of your ears. You knew you must look like a flustered mess, but that could be considered part of your charm, right?

You topped off the drink with the requested whipped cream and popped on the lid, grabbing a straw and sliding both over to the masked man who easily managed to hold both the box of cannoli and the drink.

“Thanks, [Name].”

“Any time.” You beamed.

“I’ll, uh, wait for you at one of the tables.” He grunted, awkwardly nodding to one of the empty spots.

“Okay, I’ll head over as soon as Usopp comes back.” You rocked back on your heels, suddenly shy. “Can I get you anything to munch on, in the meantime?”

“No, that’s alright.” He shook his head. “I’m more than happy to wait.”

Another wave of heat rushed up your neck. “O- okay. Well, I’ll be over in a bit, then.”

Killer said nothing else and simply nodded, steadily making his way over to the table you knew was pushed into the farthest back corner, almost completely hidden from view from the bar.

Unable to contain your giddy smile, you went about cleaning off the steam wand and rinsing out the pitcher and shot glass used to collect the espresso, attempting to keep yourself busy until Usopp got back.

Ten minutes couldn’t go by fast enough.

[zorosdimples]

CHAPPED

pairing ༄ kakashi x gn!reader

warnings ༄ slightly suggestive, reader and kakashi are in an established relationship, and there is an implied age gap. this is mostly fluffy fluff (who am i?)

word count ༄ 1129

notes ༄ happy belated birthday to the man who started it all! my first 2d love <3 dedicating this to my kakashi girlies: @honeylavendr, @strawberrystepmom, @purpleskyvenus @rookie98writes and @delirious-donna!

it’s late—too late to be up on a work night, you think as you glance out the window, curtains not yet drawn closed. the moon is suspended high in the black satin sky, countless stars twinkling in adoration, graced by her brilliance.

diffused lamplight and flickering candle flames illuminate your bedroom, their warmth bathing everything in a dusky orange. your nightstand acts as a makeshift workstation, tools at the ready: rose water spray, moisturizer, lip treatment, and a headband.

your boyfriend pads out of the bathroom shirtless, dark pajama pants slung dangerously low on his narrow hips. “all done,” kakashi announces before smoothing a large hand down your back and pressing his still-wet lips to your forehead.

“i told you to pat your skin dry after you washed your face,” you pout, wiping away the chilly droplets that prickle your skin in the wake of his kiss.

kakashi settles on the edge of your shared bed, feet firmly planted on the plush rug. when you first moved in with him, you insisted the rug would feel cozy under your feet on a cold morning—a stark contrast to the unforgiving hardwood floors of your apartment. as usual, you were correct.

your comfort is more important to kakashi than anything else; a truth he probably shouldn’t admit as hokage.

“i did my best, love,” he hums, pulling you in by the hips, lithe fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts to knead the supple flesh.

you grip kakashi’s strong shoulders to keep your balance, willing yourself not to melt into him, knees trembling as he nuzzles your neck. his day-old silvery stubble grazes your throat and sets your nerves afire.

“can’t we just go to bed?” he murmurs, chapped lips moving hotly against your skin. your pulse thrums under his heady breath.

“kashi, you promised,” you whine—overdramatic? yes, but you’re eager to pamper him. “the sooner you cooperate, the sooner this is over,” you tease, pushing yourself away from him to swipe something from the nightstand. the ninja cocks a pale eyebrow when he sees the headband: cheap and fuzzy with a pair of pink and black cat ears.

ridiculous.

“to keep your hair out of your face,” you explain with a mischievous smirk as kakashi rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, tolerating your antics. he opens his mouth to speak, but clamps it shut when you comb your fingers through his unruly hair, pushing the snowy mane out of his face. gently, you slide the headband in place. tufts of hair poke out in front of his ears, his expression that of a disgruntled cat.

your lighthearted giggle has his slate irises fixed on your carefree radiance as he prods (voice betraying his amusement), “what’s so funny?”

you shake your head and press a delicate kiss to his cheek before grabbing the rose water spray. “nothing. you just look cute.”

“i think you’re the only person who would describe me as cute,” he chuckles, sharp incisors glinting in the low light. you think of contesting his statement, but his naïveté is endearing.

at your instruction, kakashi’s eyelids flutter shut. you spritz the rose water onto his face, the refreshing mist coating his skin, beading on his ivory eyelashes and at his cupid’s bow. you then pop the lid off of your moisturizer bottle, pumping some of the product onto your fingertips.

kakashi doesn’t ask what all the steps mean, nor do you feel the need to explain. he has watched you do your skincare routine day and night more times than he can count. he knows each product you use by name, what purpose they serve, and the order in which they need to be applied. it’s not like you asked him to memorize all of this; it’s just a habit of his—soaking in every detail about you, what you care about, and what you do.

as you massage the buttery moisturizer into his skin, your boyfriend keeps his thoughtful gaze on you: the furrow of your focused brow, the way your front teeth catch your bottom lip, the slight flare of your nostrils. your touch is featherlight as you rub tender circles of the product all over his face, careful to not get too close to his eyes, taking it up to his hairline and down his neck.

satisfied with your work, you rub the remnants of the moisturizer into your hands. kakashi seizes the opportunity to pull you into his lap and guide your legs to wrap securely around his waist.

“what?” you squeak in surprise.

“what?” kakashi parrots back, drinking in the alluring metamorphosis of your features from shock to annoyance to amusement.

you cup his face—large in your soft embrace—admiring the beauty of the man you love. “your skin is perfect, it’s not fair,” you playfully huff, smoothing your fingertips across his high cheekbones and down the distinct cant of his nose.

kakashi barks out a laugh, falling on the sheets to his back. you follow his lead, leaning over him, hair framing you both in privacy. “i’m pushing forty, my love. my skin is nowhere near perfect.” one of his scarred palms cradles your head while the other traces down your bare arm to rest on your waist. “you have youth on your side,” he rumbles, uncharacteristically wistful.

he isn’t wrong. there’s the jagged scar that bisects his left eye, a sigil borne of recklessness. kakashi once lived as though he had no future; life was merely death’s antechamber—a brutal purgatory of violence and meaningless suffering. he lived with no regard of himself as a person, but rather as a vessel of retribution, a tool to be hidden in the shadows away from light and life.

now, kakashi has proof of life, etchings across his flesh to mark the passage of time: his gambles and failures, his missteps and wrongs. but as your fingers map the planes of his face—fair skin, sinuous veins, laughter lines, dappled moles—you realize that his supposed shortcomings only make him more perfect to you. he’s just a man, after all. he’s fallible and flawed but he’s yours.

“your lips are a little chapped,” you warble as you reach over to the nightstand. you open up the jar of your favorite lip treatment and scoop out some of the balm using your pinkie.

as you move toward his mouth, kakashi catches your wrist, pearly eyes ablaze. without breaking eye contact, he leads your hand to his face, guiding it so that the product on your finger spreads across his lips. when your wrist falls, he wraps you in his arms, any space between your bodies too much to bear.

“you need to rub the balm in,” you whisper.

“sure,” your lover sighs before smearing his lips against your own.

[selmasemlan]

Finding New People

Summary: Where Luna meets a princess

Pairing: Zoro Roronoa x Luna (OFC)

Author note: Vivi is here!!!

Warning: none, cuteness

Word count: 1129

Series Masterlist

Finding New People

The crew stood gathered on the deck of the Going Merry, their newest ally standing before them. Vivi, formerly known as Miss Wednesday, had just revealed her true identity as the princess of Alabasta, and the gravity of her situation weighed on everyone’s mind.

Luna, standing a little behind the group, clutched at the hem of her shirt nervously. She glanced up at Zoro, who was beside her, then back to Vivi, her eyes wide with awe and uncertainty. She leaned closer to Zoro and whispered softly, “She’s… she’s a princess?”

Zoro, noticing the starstruck expression on her face, nodded with a small, amused smile. “Yeah, she is.”

Luna’s eyes sparkled with a mix of wonder and shyness. She had been learning to read with Nami’s help, and one of her favorite stories was a fairytale about a kind and courageous princess who saved her kingdom. To think that she was now standing on the same ship as a real princess was almost too much for her to process.

She couldn’t tear her gaze away from Vivi, who was talking quietly with Nami. Luna’s heart pounded in her chest when Vivi suddenly turned her way, noticing her gaze. The princess smiled warmly and gave a small, friendly wave.

Luna’s breath hitched, and she instinctively reached out, her fingers curling softly around Zoro’s forearm. “The princess waved at me,” she whispered in a breathless, almost disbelieving tone, her eyes still wide with awe.

Zoro chuckled softly, the rare sound warm and reassuring. He glanced down at her and saw the nervous excitement in her eyes. With a gentle nudge, he moved her hand from his forearm and held it lightly. “Then go say hi,” he said, his voice low and encouraging.

Luna hesitated, looking from Vivi to Zoro with uncertainty. “But… what if she doesn’t want to talk to me?” she asked, her voice small and unsure.

Zoro shook his head, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze before pushing her forward slightly. “She waved at you, didn’t she?” he said softly, nodding towards Vivi. “She wants to talk to you. Go on.”

Luna looked back and forth between him and Vivi, her heart racing. She took a deep breath, mustering up all her courage, but her feet still felt rooted to the spot. That’s when Nami, noticing the exchange, called out with a smile, “Hey, Luna! Come join us!”

Luna’s eyes darted to Nami, then back to Zoro. He gave her a small, encouraging smile and whispered, “Go.”

Taking a deep breath, Luna nodded and took a tentative step forward, then another, until she was standing in front of the two women. She looked up at Vivi, her cheeks flushed and her hands fidgeting nervously. “Um… hi,” she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Vivi’s smile softened, and she bent down slightly, bringing herself to Luna’s level. “Hello, Luna,” she said gently, her eyes warm and kind. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Luna blinked, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to find the right words. She felt like she was dreaming—standing here, talking to a real princess. “I-I… It’s nice to meet you too, Princess Vivi,” she finally stammered, her voice shy but sincere.

Vivi’s eyes sparkled with amusement, and she shook her head lightly. “Just call me Vivi, okay?” she said with a friendly smile.

Luna nodded, her heart fluttering with a mixture of excitement and nerves. “Okay… Vivi.”

Nami watched the exchange with a fond smile, her heart melting at the sight. She reached out and placed a gentle hand on Luna’s shoulder. “See? It’s not so scary, right?” she teased lightly, giving Luna an encouraging look.

Luna glanced up at Nami, then back at Vivi. She nodded shyly, her lips curving into a small smile. “No… not scary,” she agreed softly.

The three of them stood there for a moment, just smiling at each other, and it felt like the beginning of something special. Vivi and Luna, two girls from very different worlds, sharing a quiet, unspoken understanding.

Back where he stood, Zoro watched the scene unfold, a rare, soft smile on his lips. He could see the uncertainty fading from Luna’s eyes, replaced by a tentative but genuine happiness. It was a good start.

Luffy, still oblivious to the deeper emotions at play, grinned widely and threw his arms into the air. “Awesome! We’re all friends now!” he shouted, his laughter filling the air.

Usopp, watching with an amused grin, nudged Sanji. “Look at that. Our shy little Luna’s making friends with a princess.”

Sanji, who was still swooning over Vivi, nodded enthusiastically. “Of course she is! Luna’s a little angel. There’s no one better to be friends with!”

Zoro just rolled his eyes at them but didn’t say anything. His gaze stayed on Luna, who was now laughing softly with Vivi and Nami, and he felt a strange warmth spread through his chest.

Luna had always been quiet, shy, unsure of her place in the world. But watching her now, standing there with her new friends, Zoro knew she was beginning to find it. Slowly but surely, she was finding her way.

And as he stood there, watching her smile grow, he knew one thing for certain—whatever happened next, he would be there, quietly supporting her, just like always.

[wonder-worker]

"Some modern historians, apparently fascinated by the fact that Matilda was eleven years older than her second husband, Geoffrey of Anjou, have been quick to assert that the marriage was unhappy. The historical basis for this assertion rests upon the word of the Durham chronicler, who stated that when Matilda returned to Henry I’s court in 1129 it was because Geoffrey had repudiated her. [Historians have thus assumed that their mutual incompatibility led to hostility and an eventual separation]. However, it must be noted that the northern chronicler was hardly in a position to have first-hand information about events across the Channel, and that he had the chronology of the affair completely wrong. The author placed Matilda’s marriage in 1129, and wrote that only a few days after King Henry returned to England on 13 July of that year, he was told that his daughter had been repudiated by her husband and had returned to Rouen with only a few attendants. The marriage actually took place in 1128, and Matilda was in Anjou with her husband in 1129 when the la Haye brothers brought a charter in favor of the abbey of Fontevraud to her for her confirmation. The other contemporary accounts of Matilda’s separation from her husband did not record her departure or suggest reasons for it, but only noted her return to Anjou in 1131.

It is possible that Matilda’s return to her father’s court in 1129 was not a marital separation at all, but rather a political mission. Perhaps Matilda and Geoffrey grew uneasy in their isolation and began to doubt the commitment of the Anglo-Norman barons to their cause. Leaving her husband behind to manage affairs in Anjou, Matilda may have travelled to Normandy seeking clarification of her position. A few scraps of evidence point in this direction. A letter that Hildebert of Lavardin wrote to Henry I in 1131 expressed pleasure that the king was now reconciled with the count of Anjou, who ‘had now fallen in with his wishes in everything concerning him and his daughter’. Henry of Huntingdon and Robert of Torigny stated that a ‘great council’ held at Northampton on 8 September 1131 decided that Matilda should be returned to her husband. The wording implies a decision made by the great men of the realm for political reasons, not a family’s success in persuading a tearful daughter to return to a husband whom she disliked. Furthermore, William of Malmesbury wrote that ‘no small gathering of the nobility being held at Northampton, the oath of fidelity to her was renewed by those who had already sworn and also taken by those who had not done so previously’. The renewal of the oath also suggests that Matilda’s mission may have been occasioned by concern over the succession rather than by the marital discord that historians have often taken for granted."

-Jean A. Truax, "Winning over the Londoners: King Stephen, the Empress Matilda and the Politics of Personality", The Haskins Society Journal 8 (1996)

[hauntingcryptids]

So Where To First?

Smith!Doctor x Reader

Summary - After The Doctor saves you several times, you finally confess your feelings for him.

Based On This Request -

Prompts Used - #15. A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.

Warnings - canon typical violence

Word Count - 1129

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Requested by a lovely anon on my old Tumblr account. I hope that you enjoy it!

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You had met The Doctor many times before. For some reason, the two of you always ended up in the same place at the same time. However, the times that the two of you met were rarely peaceful. So many times you found yourself attacked by a random alien wanting to get to The Doctor, and every time, The Doctor saved you.

You would be lying to yourself if you said that you didn’t have feelings for The Doctor. How could you not have feelings for the person who saved you random encounter after random encounter? But how could you possibly tell someone so monolithic that you had a crush on them and that you wished to see them in more intimate, less terrifying, circumstances? It seemed like such a daunting task to you.

Today would not be one of those less terrifying days for you, however. The day did start out normal. You went to the shops and got some groceries, cleaned your apartment and did some work for the upcoming Monday. But when you went to go for a little walk to the nearby park in order to stretch your legs and get out of your home an alien appeared out of nowhere and prepared to attack you. You didn’t know what to do. You tried to run away, but the alien crowded you in. You still tried to run away from it because it seemed slow and lumbering, but then the alien hit you over the head with the butt of their weapon. You didn’t knock out completely, but you were in no state to help yourself.

In your haze, you could feel the alien dragging you back to its ship. Then you heard a noise. The most beautiful noise in the Universe. A wheezing sound going in and out of time until it stabilised and then suddenly stopped. The Doctor was here. He was here to save you. But before you could actually rejoice in the fact that The Doctor had saved you, you fell asleep.

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You woke up in your bed, neatly tucked in under the covers. Your head felt completely fine as if nothing had ever happened. On your bedside table, there was a glass of water, a plate of Jammie Dodgers (one biscuit of the bunch had a bite taken out of it), and a vase of freshly cut flowers. You looked to the window and saw through the break in your curtains that the sun was still up but was clearly about to set.

Suddenly, a crash rumbled throughout your apartment, originating from the kitchen. You then heard a shout that sounded like The Doctor talking to himself. You were instantly relieved. At least a stranger hadn’t broken into your home.

You grumbled stiffly out of bed and wrapped a quilt that you had never seen before around your sour body. You assumed that The Doctor had given you some alien medicine that treated your probable concussion, but it caused you to feel a bit stiff. Before you left your bedroom, though, to see what The Doctor was doing in the kitchen, you snatched a Jammie Dodger a quickly gobbled it down.

Upon padding into the kitchen, you saw The Doctor running around the place making some delicious-smelling food. He wasn’t wearing his statement jacket, just his button-down shirt, braces, and bowtie. He brushed his hair back and looked behind him, briefly making eye contact with you. He turned back around to the food he was preparing but did a double take and then excitedly said hello to you once he fully realized that you were now in the room with him.

“Ah! Y/n! You’re awake! I was hoping that you would be soon so I would have to wake you up. I made you some dinner.”

“Thank you, but you didn’t have to do any of this, Doctor.”

“Of course I did. Don’t be ridiculous.”

The Doctor then instructed you to sit and relax while he finished making you dinner before serving it to you with his unique brand of dramatic flair. The two of you then ate contently, exchanging polite conversation intermingled with The Doctor’s explanation of what had happened to you early that day. But eventually, you both finished eating meaning that The Doctor would probably have to be leaving soon. Something in your brain must have clicked while you were asleep; you needed to confess your feelings to the person you cared about most in the Universe.

“Can I do something that I have been meaning to do for a while?” You asked hopefully.

“Ooo, yes, please! I love new things. Always have. You got a new thing; I will race to try it!” The Doctor rambled as you stood up and rounded the corner of the table until you were directly in front of The Doctor. You could tell that The Doctor was going to continue to talk about how much he loved trying new things, so you leaned down and kissed The Doctor. In the kiss, you channelled all your gratitude for him and all the growing feelings you had for him. Eventually, you ended the kiss with a bite to The Doctor’s bottom lip and then licked where you bit him before retreating back to your seat.

The Doctor looked at you shocked for a moment before jolting up from his seat. He ran out of your kitchen toward the front door of your flat before running back to you.

“I’ll be back in a tick, I promise. Do you trust me?” You nodded bittersweetly. You trusted him, of course you did, but you were hoping for something bigger in response. A second later, though, you heard the same wheezing sound you heard before going in and out of your kitchen. Suddenly The Doctor’s TARDIS appeared in your kitchen. You were already amazed because you had never seen The TARDIS in action before, but then The Doctor bolted out from the doors of his ship.

“Tadah!! Do you like it?”

“Like it? Doctor, I love it!”

“Would you like to travel with me, then?”

“Really?” You never thought that The Doctor would ever invite you onto his ship.

“Yes! Of course! I’d love to travel with you, Y/n.” The Doctor kneeled down to where he was level with you in your chair and then caressed your face before pecking your lips. He then kissed your nose and let his head rest against yours. Your face broke out into a cheek-hurting smile before you tackled The Doctor into a hug. He quickly stood up to avoid falling over onto your kitchen floor and reciprocated the action. He then spun you around a couple of times before setting you down.

“So where to first?”

[kingofthieveswrites]

Pretty Woman || Bruce Wayne || Part One

tldr : pretty woman but its a bruce wayne x fem! reader au. if you want a gn or masc reader please send an ask or a message to let me know.

general series warnings: nsfw content , sex worker reader, swearing and violence, most likely ooc bruce wayne as he is meant to act more like edward

this first part is short and rather dialogue heavy. i'm just testing the waters tbh, i haven’t wrote a story about bruce in months.

minors dni

word count: 1129

Bruce Wayne has absolutely no earthly idea where he is. From what he can figure out, he's somewhere on the south side of Hollywood. And he's not the biggest fan of it so far, so he pulls over in front of a large theater, where he spots two women standing outside. He hopes for directions and that he hasn’t messed up the car. Bruce didn't know why he took a manual car of all things. He can barely drive an automatic.

"This one's mine," Y/N declares to her friend. She plasters a fake smile on her face before walking up to the car.

Bruce rolls down his window and awkwardly returns the smile before clearing his throat and saying, "Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to know how to get to Beverly Hills, would you?"

Y/N grins, "Sure for ten dollars."

"You can't charge someone for directions," Bruce scoffs.

"I'm not the one who's lost here," Y/N fires back.

Bruce grumbles under his breath before looking around the car. He opens the center console to find a fifty-dollar bill. "You got change for a fifty?"

"Tell you what," Y/N says. "For fifty, I'll take you there personally; hell, I'll even show you where all the stars live."

Bruce furrowed his eyebrows, considering his options, before nodding. When Y/N got into his overly expensive car, he noticed for the first time tonight how she was dressed and how he just somehow unkowningly hired a prostitute. Bruce was cursing himself under his breath, but it was too late now that the woman was in his car with the fifty in her hands and a devilish grin on her face.

"You're a hooker," he states plainly as he pulls off.

Y/N seemed to let the comment go into one ear and out the other: "Take a left here and go straight for the next five red lights."

"And I'm not a hooker," Y/N said. "Think of me as a service provider."

Bruce chuckles, "Is that what you put on your business card?"

"If you're making fun of me, I don't like it."

"No," Bruce shakes his head. "I'm not making fun of you... I didn't mean to offend you. I’m sorry."

Silence takes over the car as Bruce drives, the tires screeching as he stops at a red light.

"What's your name?" He asks when the car gets too silent.

Y/N shrugs, "Whatever you want it to be."

He smiles at her, the red light beaming off his face.

"It's Y/N," she answers. "My name is Y/N. What's yours?"

"Bruce."

"Ah."

The car goes silent again; the only thing that can be heard is the sound of gears clinking together as Bruce struggles to drive.

"So," Y/N breaks the silence this time. "What hotel are you staying at?"

"The, uh, Regent Beverly Wilshire."

"Fancy," Y/N comments, "keep going down this block; take a right when we reach the corner."

"Ever been there before?" Bruce asks.

Y/N shakes her head. "My clients prefer places where you can rent by the hour."

"Hm." Bruce taps his fingers on the steering wheel. "How much do you charge an hour?"

Y/N stares at Bruce for a moment, sizing him up, "A hundred."

"A hundred dollars for an hour, and ten for directions," Bruce nods. "Good business practice."

"I know," Y/N says. "You know I need a partner."

Bruce laughs, "Oh no, I couldn’t."

Y/N nods.

"What do you do?" Y/N asks.

"I buy companies, break them up, and then sell them for millions."

"Sounds like a douchy move," Y/N clears her throat. "Not that I'm calling you a douche."

"Of course not."

Bruce continues to drive; he struggles to change gears, and it's then when he realizes that Y/N has been sitting on his jacket this entire time.

"You wouldn't know how to drive a manual, would you?" Bruce asks.

"I do," Y/N answers. "Why?"

"Well, for one, I don't," he states. "And for two, you've been sitting on my jacket this entire time."

He pulled over, and the two switched positions, with Y/N in the driver's seat and Bruce in the passenger's. His jacket is now sitting on his lap.

"You might want to buckle up."

"Why?"

It was then, when Y/N pulled off, that the car finally stopped sounding like it was about to explode as Y/N sped off down the road.

"Do you have to learn how to drive one of these?"

"A car?" Y/N asks, almost laughing. "Yeah?"

Bruce felt his face flush, realizing that the question was rather stupid. "My first car was a limo."

"Do you even have a license?"

"I wasn't aware I needed one of those."

Y/N laughs, "You're joking."

"Absolutely not," Bruce said. "Getting a license requires all that paper work. Paying the fine is only a few hundred dollars.

When Y/N arrives at the hotel where Bruce was staying, she gasps in awe at the massive building. It's the first time she's seen anything as fancy.

An attendant of the hotel walks up to the car and talks with Bruce; the pair get out of the car, and the attendant drives away to go park it. Bruce walks up to Y/N, his jacket over his shoulder, and it's for the first time tonight that she actually gets a good look at the man from whom she basically stole fifty dollars.

Bruce was handsome and tall, and surprisingly, he had a strong build to him, as if he worked out a lot. But it was his eyes that captured her attention the most, because they were making eye contact. Unlike most of her clients, Bruce looked at her, smiled at her, and honestly treated her the most human of all of them.

"Well," Bruce smiles. "I guess this is goodbye then."

"Guess so." 

Bruce started to walk towards the building but turned around to look at Y/N. "Not to be nosy, but how do you plan on getting back to your, uh, office?"

Y/N laughs, "I plan on taking the bus back to my office."

"This late at night?" Bruce questions. "You said it was a hundred dollars an hour?"

"Yep," Y/N replies, popping the p.

"Spend the night with me."

Y/N stares at Bruce for a minute; he raises his eyebrows, and she nods.

"Alright," she says. "But no kissing."

"I had onions for dinner anyway," Bruce repiles and hands over his jacket. "I don’t mean to tell you what to do, but it would probably be better if you had something covering you up before we walked in there."

Y/N slips the jacket on, and the strong scent of Bruce's collar takes over her nose. It smells strongly of the ocean, but at night. Bruce offers her his hand, and they walk into the building together.