#I mean...you always did seem to have interest in me if not shyly

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

This Van Gogh smoke has me half dreaming anyway.

Are you ξηρά the star is a half?

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Bolinus brandaris [S. R]

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

and by public demand, part. 2

summary: Reid loves the gift you just gave him and the whole team can notice.

"Everyone ready to go back?" Gideon asked, taking a quick look at the jet to make sure all of you were there. You had an extortion case quite far from home, Miami to be exact, and you had a long flight back to Quantico, so the last thing he wanted was to forget someone.

Miami was a beautiful place that you would have liked to visit in other circumstances, that had nothing to do with crimes at all, since you had always felt a certain weakness for the warm climate, the sticky breeze, and the sound of the waves that were on the beach.

You had only had the chance to go to a mall to buy a new outfit, because yours had been completely ruined, while Morgan took advantage of the wait to buy an ice cream popsicle. It hadn't been a dream ride, but it was something at least.

“I feel like I could sleep for 90 hours straight,” you sighed, closing your eyes and falling into Spencer's side as usual. You two were the youngest, he was younger than you of course, so it was easier to connect with him than the other members of the team. You seemed to have similar interests and he was strangely comfortable with you.

“You would actually need to wake up periodically to expel fluids or you would risk bursting your bladder or even your bowels, because even though your digestive system shuts down when you sleep it only does so for a certain number of hours. Maybe you could sleep for 14 or 17 hours, which is what a baby sleeps, but 90 seems excessive to me even if you do not consume drinks or food before doing so”

"It's an expression, Reid" you laughed, but without the intention of making him feel bad for having answered you that way. Sometimes it was necessary to explain to him that you weren't being serious, as obvious as this seemed.

"You can sleep through the whole trip" he argued and although you still had your eyes closed you assumed that he had shrugged "I'll wake you up if you start snoring"

"I don't snore!" you defended yourself, playfully smacking him on the arm and hearing him laugh. Somehow watching him led you to remember a chain of events ending in the package you had carefully stowed in your bag and you almost jumped out of your seat the next second: "Wait, I just remembered something" you reported and went to the baggage area to rummage through your suitcase, taking just a few minutes to be back in your seat “I bought you this”

"Me?" he asked in disbelief. The others were on their own business enough to notice your conversation, making the moment a bit more private.

“I looked at it and just thought of you. Although I don't know if you're going to like it” you said shyly, handing him something wrapped in a paper bag with a store sticker on it. You had found the gift when you went shopping for your clean outfit and a part of you had been anxious all day to be able to give it to him to watch his reaction.

Reid looked at it curiously and handled it carefully, as if he were afraid it would fall apart in his fingers, until he managed to open it and took a piece of cloth from it.

"A scarf?"

“I saw you in one the other day and I thought you might like them. You know, you always wear your vests under your coats and your ties and you're always overdressed, but in a cute way” you laughed, while you pointed your hands at your body pretending to touch the pieces of his outfit "But it's okay if you don't want to wear it"

"No! I mean yes. I want to use it” he reassured you. Spencer held it out to look at it more carefully: it was purple, a stripe in the middle of patterned colored rhombuses intertwined with some embroidery of branches with leaves in black. "Did you know that the color purple is related to royalty because of how difficult it was to obtain the pigment before the Christian era? It is obvious that artificial dyes didn’t exist at that time, so everything they dyed the fabrics with had to be obtained from nature and that particular tone was quite difficult to obtain because it came from Bolinus brandaris, an extremely rare species of sea snail. To obtain 1 gram of this substance it is necessary to have 10,000 snails. And that gram was barely enough to dye a small piece. Its value and the difficulty in mass-producing it is due to the fact that the substance obtained had to be left to dry in the sun for a very precise time to be used later. Half a kilo of wool dyed in that color cost what would now be equivalent to around 300,000 euros,” he said, still holding the scarf as he rambled on. "It is also related to liturgical attire, it symbolizes power, wisdom, and is the perfect combination between the energy of red and the calm of blue”

“Oh yeah, I… I knew all that before I bought it, I didn't choose it just because I think purple brings out your eyes” you blatantly lied, making your friend laugh tenderly.

“What I meant to say is that I like it” he added, a little embarrassed by the smile and attention with which you had been observing him. You always did that when he wandered off, leaving him helpless and not knowing how to react.

"You said it has to do with wisdom, right?" you exclaimed and he nodded gently "Do you think there's some weird psychological reason why my brain knew that and linked it to you or was it just a coincidence?"

"Well, it's hard to explain..." he began to say, turning a little in his seat to be closer to you and begin a long explanation about the connections that our brain creates with things and people.

You were completely exhausted but you didn't have the heart to stop him from saying anything he had to say and you listened intently as much as your body would allow, until eventually you were lulled to sleep by the sound of Spencer's soft voice. When he stopped hearing your hums he realized that you had already fallen asleep and he moved your body carefully until you were completely reclining on the chair, so that when you woke up the physical pain of sleeping on the plane would be less. He, for his part, stayed in the seat next to you sheltered your rest, and at some point ended up asleep too.

The day after she came back from Miami, Spencer was already wearing the scarf you gave him. He had matched it with a brown coat, a vest in a darker shade of purple than the scarf, and a white shirt that together made him look perfect. Also, his well-brushed straight hair fell to the side and his tanned skin looked particularly clean.

You didn’t need to tell him anything because the smile you gave him when you looked him up and down was reason enough for him to be flattered and also proud to receive your approval. All day you watched him, a bit for the garment and a bit for the very pleasure of admiring him, and you noticed that he frequently checked that everything about him looked good, as if he was trying to impress you. Every time he spoke he avoided looking at you, only at you, but you couldn't take your eyes off him.

The day after that he used it too and the next day and the next, to the point where it was strange to see him go anywhere without it, as if it had become a part of him. After a week, while they waited in the boardroom, Elle finally had the courage to face the situation and ask Spencer why the particular choice for something for everyday use.

"It's that his girlfriend gave it to him" answered Morgan, before the brunette could say anything.

"What? No! Y/N is not my girlfriend” he said, completely embarrassed and making sure with his eyes that you weren't around to hear that.

"Oh, now I understand" JJ joined the conversation.

"You understand what?"

“You are always taking care that it doesn’t get dirty or stained”

"Yes, I don't like my clothes to get ruined"

"But more so if it's something his girlfriend gave him" insisted Morgan and in a fit that no one expected Spencer took a ball of paper and threw it at his face. That just got a collective laugh.

"I just like it. That's all”

"We all know you like her, Reid," added Hotch, who had kept quiet thus far and didn't even look up from the files. He flushed red to the ears as the rest of the team shared another laugh, and just seconds later you and Gideon walked through the door.

"Good morning"

"Good morning" answered the others, like school children before the arrival of a teacher. There was one seat left next to Morgan that Gideon took and that forced you into the only remaining chair between Elle and Spencer.

“Did I miss something interesting?” you murmured, leaning into him and smiling close to his face.

"No" he replied kindly, feeling your gaze drop from his eyes.

"Your scarf," you said, reaching out your hands to move it a little around his neck "It was out of place"

Everyone else, except for Gideon, shared knowing glances and stifled giggles as they watched the nervous way he thanked you. It didn't help too much that for the entire meeting you were completely distracted looking at your partner next to you, making the whole team wonder when the two of you were finally going to end up kissing.

[talaok]

Will you kiss me?

Pairing: Pedro pascal x reader

Summary: You are a famous actress who Pedro has a crush on, and he finally gets to meet you once you get both invited to The Graham Norton Show

warnings: just fluff

a/n: I had to

"What a pair we have here tonight huh?"Graham spoke enthusiastically, making the audience explode in roaring cheers and applauses.

You just smiled as you tried looking at the crowd, getting overwhelmed by the blinding lights.

"Y/n Y/l/n and Pedro Pascal, just- wow"

Other applauses filled the studio.

"Ok so let's start with you y/n, you have a show coming out next week, two oscar nominated films already out, and one more coming out next month" he took a deep breath, feigning fatigue "You must be tired, I mean, How long has it been since you slept?" he joked, making you laugh.

"well I did work a lot this past year, but it was worth it, I'm happy I got to be part of so many wonderful projects and I'm really proud of all of them, I just can't wait for people to see them"

"well I'm sure we're all gonna love them"

"I hope so, I'm always nervous about it"

"Really?" The man beside you asked, surprise clear in his tone.

Pedro Pascal,

You had heard of him before, of the boom he seemed to have made lately, but had never met him until half an hour ago, when you briefly introduced yourselves to one another.

He looked nervous, awkward even, and you didn't know if it was because of the show he was about to get on, if he just was like that, or if there was something else bothering him.

"of course, when I go to premiers I'm always looking over at how people are reacting, if they're like bored or on their phones or actually interested, it's nervewracking, don't you?"

"well of course I do" he chuckled "but I'm no one compared to you"

He had a beautiful smile, you noticed, sweet, comforting.

"oh stop it" you smacked his shoulder playfully " you're a big deal, Pedro"

He just shook his head, still smiling softly, and Graham took the opportunity to intervene.

"of course you are, I mean, Game of Thrones, Narcos," he listed " and now the Mandalorian and The last of us, I mean you're really killing it"

The crowd cheered some more at the mention of those shows.

"thank you," he said shyly, looking like he almost wanted them to stop.

"so how does it feel?" he asked, "to be on such massive hits at the same time?"

"Well, it feels... scary" he laughed, joined by the audience

"you don't like being the center of attention?" Graham asked

"oh no I do" he corrected, making you laugh "It's just frightening at times, 

but I'm having a good time y'know, it's also comforting seeing everyone I've worked with kind of be in the same position as me" he shrugged.

"People you've worked with?"

"yes, you know like Bella Ramsey, they're also- well they're young so of course, they're new to this- but, y'know, we're not used to all this attention and it feels good to have someone by your side who understands what's going on"

"of course" graham nodded "that's true, Bella is really young" he noticed "that's a thing both your shows have in common, young people," he said, "how did that feel? working with the new generation, I'm not saying you're old, but did you ever feel left out?"

"oh, all time" Pedro laughed

"yeah me too" you agreed "there were times when I was really lost but too ashamed to ask " you laughed in embarrassment

"absolutely," Pedro said, " they have a language of their own"

"right?!" you exclaimed, happy someone finally understood you.

"yes, like, there's one term that I learned recently that's really wonderful- somebody was saying - you swerve - "

You frowned

"do you know what swerving is?"

"nope" 

"I was like oh- get somebody off your scent or something like that- I don't know - confuse somebody, and they were like: no, they come in for a kiss and you swerve" he demonstrated, pretending to be avoiding a kiss on the cheek.

"Isn't that great?"

you nodded, laughing, as an idea came to you

"We should try"

His eyes widened as he turned to you 

"c'mon swerve me"

"no, I cannot swerve you!"

"c'mon it's for science"

"I can't, I can't swerve y/n Y/l/n, that's like - a crime"

"oh stop it, just do it, I wanna try it c'mon," you said, flattered

"ok fine, but just because I can't say no to you" he surrendered

"ok" you cleared your throat, preparing yourself "Oh wow, hi Pedro" you pretended to greet him, going in for a kiss.

He just smiled, as he did, eventually avoid your kiss,

his beard grazed your cheek, and the proximity to him, sparked something inside you, something quick, but likewise persistent.

As you leaned away, you noticed with amusement the flush on his cheeks and had to bite down a smile.

He fanned himself exaggeratedly "I'm blushing," he mumbled, making you chuckle, as you rested a hand on his arm, trying to soothe him.

" So how does swerving feel?" Graham asked

"it's... interesting" you glanced at him.

"It makes me feel rude" he looked at you too now, "I would never do it, it feels- it's mean"

"oh we know you wouldn't" you reassured him.

"I didn't like it" he shook his head

You smiled, tilting your head "would it make you feel better if we did it again without the swerving?"

You noticed how he seemed to have a momentary shutdown.

"yes," he said bluntly

"oh my god yes"

You laughed softly, as his mouth gaped open.

"Will you kiss me?" he almost begged, which was funny considering you had proposed it.

"Alright then, come here" you gestured, and he leaned closer, letting you press a quick kiss to his cheek.

"there" you smiled

"I think I just died"

"oh stop it, you're flattering me," you said, noticing a trace of red on his face "whoops, sorry I left a lipstick print" you went to clean it 

"no no" he stopped you 

"please leave it, I want proof this actually happened"

[kysuguru]

dear mother — stsg x fem!reader

synopsis : you’ve finally enrolled into jujutsu tech, sad thing is, you’re totally clueless.

includes / cw : emotionally abusive mother

all mine masterlist

a /n : ch1 of my “all mine” series!!!

"i'm ogawa [name]. i'm from sendai japan. please take care of me."

you bow politely. smiling at the tiny class of three as you rise, posture nervous and stiff.

"if i knew there was someone new i would've thrown a welcome party!" a white haired boy who's eyes are protected by circular black glasses exclaims excitedly, a smile big on his lips. you admit you're a bit intimidated. the idea of a party for you seems a bit over the top, though.

a boy on his left scoffs almost affectionately, the soft look he sends to his counterpart familiar to you. you always looked at the street cats like that, your mother as well (you try not to think about it). he has a bang over his left eye, you wonder if someone has ever tried to tuck it behind his ear.

"there's no need for a party. my arrival can't be that exciting," you chuckle shyly.

they all analyze you. so you settle with looking at your shuffling shoes.

"she speaks so formally." the gojo boy leans over with a hand cupped around his mouth as he whispers to his best friend, causing you to look up. it's a bit silly that he's acting as if he's whispering a secret even though everyone can hear him.

his friend eyes you apologetically.

there's another girl, the only one who seems actually interested as she stares you down. you flinch as you catch her gaze. her hair is short, in a brown bob that frames her face perfectly. her bangs are tucked behind her ear and there's a mole you catch on her face that convinces you she's model worthy.

other than your mother you've never thought a woman was so pretty.

"so new girl, what's your cursed technique."

new girl.. but i swore i said my name. did i not?

ignoring the white haired boy's lack of manners was easy, since you weren't all that aware he was being rude.

"i actually... don't know."

all three students chorused at the same time.

"hah?"

scouted? me? when you heard such a thing, you were confused and honestly, really surprised. you weren't talented by any means. outside of studying you didn't have much going on. not only that, but your mother kept you in the house a lot. so to hear of someone from jujutsu tech finding you worthy enough to attend had you blinking, astonished.

you were aware of what jujutsu was, cursed techniques and all of that jazz, but your knowledge was still limited beyond that. your mom was adamant on you not attending for reasons she refused to tell. obviously you didn't push. you never liked seeing her with a temper.

the man who recommended you was named yaga masamichi. he'd taken note of the significant amount of cursed energy you possessed when passing by you on your way to school. your family weren't jujutsu sorcerers from what you were aware of — you honestly weren't even sure that there were jujutsu sorcerers or people like you until now. but you'd never put it past your mom to hide something like that from you.

she always kept jujutsu related talk under wraps, only giving you little information to quell your curiosity.

you didn't even know what your cursed technique was. or if you even had one. even though you tried to understand why she does what she does, it still felt very lonely — seeing such heinous creatures and having to pretend they didn't exist for your own safety.

if it weren't for the fact that you instinctively learned to control your cursed energy output, you could've been in serious danger.

and although it was painful to go through such things alone — not being able to confide in a single person — you understood why your mother did it. all she wanted to do was keep you safe.

and even if you followed all of her rules of no jujutsu to a T, you couldn't help the sensation of excitement and relief knowing that there were so many other people out there just like you. a school of them, even.

you wanted badly to be upset with your mother, the fact that she knew about all of this and kept it from you. but even the thought of being angry at her when all she wanted was to protect you had you pushing down those foolish feelings.

other than secretive, your mother was also very stubborn. a trait that you always admired until this very moment.

she argued that you didn't belong into a school that was practically a death trap for young teens. always listening to your mother like an obedient puppy, you looked down at the floor, preparing for the inevitable rejection, expression sad as you shuffled your shoes alongside your mothers that were planted firm on the ground — you resisted the urge to distance yourself from her.

your eyes drifted to the shoes that were yaga's hoping no one would question your silence (they never did).

your mother wasn't a bad person. never that. but sometimes you couldn't help but get upset at the decisions she made in your stead. you wouldn't say that she didn't consider you, but sometimes it kinda felt that way.

"i get where you're coming from. jujutsu tech is a dangerous place and i hate to bring such young talented kids into such risks. but you have to understand your daughters side," he gestured towards you, your mothers eyes dropping to your head that perked up before they glared back at yaga.

"how do you think she feels knowing she has the opportunity to branch out and gain knowledge about these abilities. do you think she wants to stay ignorant because you do?"

your ears rang as the last sentence was spoken.

"do you think she wants to stay ignorant because you do?"

it resonated with you in a way you couldn't comprehend. all you could do was clutch your chest as a foreign feeling of relief left your choked up throat in a bated breath. the exhale feeling as if you were being freed from something. being seen.

"[name], my sweet darling baby," she caressed the top of your head. it was instinct to lean into her touch, even though at the moment you couldn't sort out how you felt towards her.

she's protecting you. the words whisper in your ear, like a disease that is incurable, like a predator that sinks its fangs and refuses to let go.

"mommy wants you to stay home with her. please consider it. it's so dangerous out there, and i really don't want you to get hurt," she cooed. it made you feel sick and you hated not knowing why. even though her words were meant to console you, they only made you want to run.

your eyes were glued to the dirty mat that you and your mother refused to clean, maybe because it was the most familiar thing in this constant changing house. there were five pairs of shoes, you, yaga, and mother and two unworn pairs off to the side, both meant for other occasions, better ones. ones that don't include the ringing of your ears and the well of your tears as they collect on your lashes. maybe it's an occasion where you're at a nice dinner with your mom, a rare treat whenever she deemed herself in the mood.

the bigger pair of shoes shifted. yaga.

"miss ogawa. i don't mean to overstep, but have you considered you're babying your 15 year old child? maybe you need to consider that she can make her own-"

"don't you dare tell me how to parent my own damn child." her voice is dripping with venom, the venom that seeps through you and whispers in your ear.

i just want to protect you.

your mothers anger was never a calm one, it was loud and furious, voice bouncing off the walls as she tried restraining herself from getting violent. so hearing her talk to the man in such a familiar tone had you quivering in her hold.

your mother, never under the assumption that she could ever be the reason you were upset, deduced that your shivers were caused by yaga.

so she glares, long and hard, and her lips move to form the words you were dreading, "my daughter is not attending your shit school. get out of my house.”

...

other than the sound of life beyond the door, there only laid cold, anxious silence.

you were afraid to look up, your mother's shirt being your only anchor. but from the resigned sigh that left yaga's lips, you were well aware of the expression he was making — one of anger, and disappointment. realizing that seeking you out was a waste of his time.

or so you assumed.

for he could only look at you in pity, acknowledging how painful a relationship like this must be for you, and in longing, hoping foolishly that he could lend a helping hand.

a rough calloused hand entered your vision, a piece of ripped paper in the grip of his fingers.

yaga gestured it towards you patiently, a look of sorrow marring his usually calm expression. "if there's a change, please call this number."

your mom ripped it from his grasp right before you could touch it. she crumpled it in her hand. "there won't be a change. now get the fuck out of my house."

you could only stare in horror at your mothers fist that held the only thing that could possibly change the trajectory of your life. even as yaga bowed and turned around, even as the door slammed shut behind him. even as mother soothed you with quiet coos meant for a baby, even as she turned towards the kitchen to start on dinner, even as she sat you down and commented on your silence. even as she watched you absentmindedly pick on your food, even as she started to become agitated at your lack of response, and even as she treaded up the stairs to her bedroom. your eyes stayed glued to that one hand.

you blinked, eyes dry and mouth parched as you suddenly remembered that you weren't at the front door anymore while your mother cradled you in her arms.

your eyes drift to the front door, and you approach it slowly. you don't know why you stand there or why your hand touched the door knob.

maybe it's because you're hopeful that the man is behind this door. waiting patiently for you to open it, prepared with the words of acceptance. maybe something amongst it that helps you figure out what the hell to do.

"a school of them." you whispered, the only thing capable of leaving your dry mouth.

there was a school of them. proof that you really weren't alone in this cursed world. how could you possibly go back to the difficult life of acting as if everything was normal when it wasn't? blue auras were around everybody, and the grotesque creatures festered from the negative feelings surrounding those people. and there were those out there who knew how to get rid of those things for the sake of others.

knowing all of this, you couldn't stand by and not lend a hand, not learn to control the one thing that's burdened you your entire life. but..

you looked up the stairs, seeing just the top of your mothers door.

what would she do? she needed you. you both took care of each other, you couldn't leave her behind.

but you needed this. you wanted to figure all of this out. control theses abilities and hopefully get to know people who were just like you. and... you could always come back.

yeah.

who said you had to stay? you would go, go to jujutsu high, reach your goals, and return to your mother.

because even though you may make friends with those of similar backgrounds to you, your mother was a constant in your life, never changing. you couldn't abandon her. you wouldn't.

so with this new resolve in your heart, you snuck up to her room. she kept her door creaked for unknown reasons, maybe to keep an eye on you, but you ignored that and thanked its convenience for this very moment.

she was asleep. snoring.

you treaded carefully over to the bed, eyes focused on the bags growing under her lashes. the sight made your lips twitch into a small frown. you delicately tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. listening to her steady breathing as she dreamt the night away.

"wait for me, mother.”

you turned away and grabbed the piece of paper off of her nightstand, leaving the room with a sense of urgency.

you dialed yaga's number after locking your bedroom door, pacing around in circles as the phone rung. the ringing resonated in your ears like a ticking clock. you didn't really have time. if he wouldn't answer now you'd never get your chance.

your mom was an early bird and you could already feel yourself getting drowsy.

"i mean. who even calls this late. he might be asleep..." you whisper defeatedly and pull the phone away from your ear to hang up, but it lights up with his icon and you jump in excitement.

"miss. ogawa?"

"masamichi-san. it's [name]."

Dear mother,

I've departed, something I'm sure you noticed. As much as I wanted to obey you, I couldn't just abandon the opportunity that could help change my life for the better. I know you were trying to protect me, and I know that it's dangerous. But I can't live knowing that my life could be different. I can't just sit by and watch this spark of light dim, let my world go dark again. I'm not like you, mother. I will not stay ignorant. Wait for me, please.

I lov-

a loud shrewd rip echoes through the quiet house. your mother's eyes are dull, face empty as she starts furiously ripping the paper to shreds.

she suddenly screams out in anger, tears of frustration bubbling and blurring her vision. she grips her hair in agony as she starts chanting curses.

"dammit dammit, dammit!! i told her it was dangerous. i told her. damn her!! good for nothing daughter... not listening to a fucking word i say!!"

your mom stomps angrily out of her room, not caring for the small pieces of paper she tramples over.

"I love you,"

"mother."

[f1byjessie]

HE LIKES MY AMERICAN SMILE ━━ OP81.

love is a wild ride, and logan sargeant's sister is about to find this out the hard way.

( oscar piastri x sargeant!reader )

━━ part three.

“Are you sure this is gonna work?” You look down at the post. The photos, carefully taken a few nights ago while getting ready for a dinner gala you’d been brought along to as Sophia’s plus one, are pretty. She and you had scrolled and sorted and scrolled and sorted some more trying to pick the perfect ones, and then you’d written and rewritten the caption more times than you could count before finally settling on something vague but faintly implicit.

You study it for a moment longer, then look back up to your friend.

She smirks. “Trust me. It'll work. I got an ex-boyfriend to come crawling back begging for another chance by making him think I was already moving on.”

“It just seems… mean,” you murmur, frowning. You want Oscar to like you— you want it a lot— but you're not sure if this is the way you want to go about it. “Isn’t this just manipulating him?”

Sophia sighs and falls back onto the bed beside you. She gives you a look, gestures down to your phone, and then curls around your shoulder so she can peer down at the screen. “It’s not a soft launch. There’s no guy. The caption doesn’t mention anyone. If he gets the impression that you’re with someone else, then that’s on him.”

You trust her, of course, but this is Oscar. You’ve known him for years. He’s your brother’s best friend, and for the longest time, he was the closest thing you had to a best friend too. As twins, anything Logan did you tended to do with him— soccer, swimming, biking. You even had shared birthday parties growing up. Karting was the first real thing he’d done on his own, but even then you’d always been close by, and that meant you’d always been close by to Oscar too.

Like she can sense your continued hesitation, Sophia speaks up again. “If you post that, and he doesn’t react, then that’s that. You don’t have to do it again.”

“I just— I don’t know.” You worry your lip between your teeth. “I just don’t think it’s the type of thing that he’d go for. He’s, you know, polite like that, I guess? If he thought I was taken, or moving on, or something, then he’d respect that and wouldn’t bother me.”

The silence hangs in the room. She’s still leaning against you, one hand rubbing your shoulder comfortingly and the other hugging you into her. When you stand, she lets you go easily, watching as you begin to pace the length of your bedroom, phone clenched tightly in your hands.

When you finally come to a halt in the corner farthest from the bed, you turn and meet her gaze shyly, “What if he stops ‘maybe’ having feelings for me because he thinks I'm taken? Or, what if he thinks I’m not interested and so he doesn’t ever bring it up?”

“Then you take one for the team and you tell him,” she shrugs. “Woman up and admit that the entire time you were out in that fancy dress of yours with those roses, you’d wished it was him who had gotten them for you and you’d wanted it to be him you were getting dressed up for.”

You look back down to your phone.

You’ve never done this before— boys, at least. The chase. Europe hadn’t been a very easy place to live— not with a schedule that made keeping friends virtually impossible, let alone a boyfriend. When you moved back to the United States, you were focused more on your career, prioritizing yourself over anything else.

You’d been single for so long that you hadn’t been in any hurry to change things, but now the lack of experience is making you nervous. Apart from movies and books and the borderline horror stories Sophia has told you about her own disastrous love life, you don’t know the first thing about dating.

“Y/N, is this about Oscar or something else?”

You look up, still biting at your lip. “What if we break up and I’ve ruined a friendship?”

Sophia raises an eyebrow, “Is he the kind of guy that would throw away a friendship because things didn’t work out?”

“I don’t know! That’s the problem! I wanna say no, that he’d be totally fine and we would be able to pretend like nothing happened and go back to how we were before it all, but I can’t,” you cross the room and lower yourself onto the bed again. “Context matters too. What if it’s a really messy breakup and we can never look at each other the same? What if he does something so unforgivable that it ruins his friendship with my brother? Logan worked hard to make friends and this first season was rough for him. He’s the only American driver on the grid, and they weren’t exactly welcoming. But Oscar was there for him and I would never forgive myself if I did something to ruin that.”

“What could Oscar do that would be so unforgivable it would ruin a friendship?”

You fall back onto the mattress. “I don’t know that either! Realistically he wouldn’t do anything because that’s just who he is— he’s like the nicest most genuinely sweet guy I’ve ever met. But I’m not a fortune teller! I can’t look into the future and know that he won’t get tired of me and go find some other girl, or, I don’t know.”

You can feel tears burning at the back of your eyes and wipe at them harshly.

Sophia notices and lays down beside you, pulling you into her side again. She runs her fingers through your hair and lets you compose yourself a bit more before she speaks up again. When she does, it’s— “You’re so afraid of the worst-case scenario that you aren’t even letting yourself take the chance. Sometimes you just gotta leap before you look and believe that you’ll land on solid ground.”

“I hate when you get philosophical on me,” you murmur, a soft laugh slipping past your lips.

She sits back up and rolls her eyes, but there’s a gentle smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Puh-lease. As if you’d ever get anything done without my wizened words of advice.”

You sniffle and wipe the last remnants of tears from your eyes, then sit up with her and look back down at your phone. The unfinished post still stares back up at you.

“What if I just—” you delete the caption for the umpteenth time and let your fingers dance across the screen, “—say this instead?”

Sophia leans over your shoulder, reads the new caption, pauses, and purses her lips. She reads it again, hums, and then breaks out into a grin. An incredulous laugh slips out and she turns to you with shining eyes. “You’re a damn genius! I knew you were worried over nothing. You just gotta stop getting into your head so much.”

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yourusername honey, i’m still free. take a chance on me.

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user WHAT???

user IS THIS A SOFT LAUNCH???

↳ user she’s literally saying she’s still free?? why would she say that if this is a soft launch?? 😭😭

logansargeant should’ve taken me with you 😒

↳ yourusername logie we both know you hate black tie events

user girl idk how you can do it i’d be spilling out of that dress with one wrong turn

user THE ROSES?? THE BABY’S BREATH?? I’M SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS

landonorris slay girl queen boss

↳ yourusername lando… what…

↳ landonorris i’m in my supportive era 😌💅 you should try it sometime

user i NEED to know where that dress is from omg

user oh to be a young rich and beautiful socialite

user not to be delulu but there’s a surprising lack of op81 in these comments 👀

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oscarpiastri it’s summer somewhere right?

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landonorris hm this caption seems familiar 🤨 i wonder what it could be referencing 🤔

user GOOD LUCK IN 2024 OSCAR 🧡🧡🧡

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↳ user did they have a fight or smth??? they haven’t commented on each other’s last few posts

user gosh that’s the dream rn

When you answer the unknown number, on your way back to your room with a tub of ice cream and a plan to eat away your disappointment at the failure of Sophia’s plan, the last thing you expect is to hear Lando Norris of all people on the other end. There’s no greeting, no introduction, just an immediate— “Yeah, so, I’m gonna need you to fill me in on the sitch.”

For a brief moment, all you can do is stand there in the hallway with your phone pressed to your ear, wondering if this is real. You’ve had maybe a few brief conversations with Lando throughout your various visits to the paddock across the season, and though he was very nice and polite, and all of your interactions were friendly, you wouldn’t exactly call yourself friends. Certainly not “swap numbers and call one another” type of friends, either. Your most recent socializing has been strictly confined to the comment sections of Instagram posts.

“Hello? Y/N?”

You clear your throat, “Sorry. What?”

“The sitch? Situation? That’s an American slang word, I thought you knew that.” He says it so matter-of-factly. As if that’s the only thing you could be even remotely confused about in this whole interaction.

“No,” you answer, shaking your head as if it’ll somehow straighten out the spinning of your mind. “I know what the word means, Lando. I’m just wondering why you of all people are calling me right now? How’d you even get my number?”

You can hear music and voices on the other end of the line, muffled and distant, and then a door opens and closes and the extra noise is gone. Lando takes a deep breath and sighs, “If you must know, I got it from Alex, who got it from Lily, who got it from you. So, you know, transitive property means technically I got it from you, too.”

“I’m gonna choose to ignore how wrong all of that is,” you mutter, pinching the bridge of your nose as you continue down the hall and eventually slip into your room, shutting the door quietly behind you.

You do recall giving your number to Lily, and the two of you have shared a few messages since the end of the season— mostly typical check-ins and catching up with the happenings of your individual lives. Occasionally she sends you recipes she thinks you’d like, and you do the same. You knew she’d given it to Alex because she’d asked you first if that was okay, and all Alex had sent was a brief well-wishes when Williams had confirmed Logan’s re-signing, accompanied by a short message that Lily was looking forward to seeing you in the paddock again.

Ignoring all of that, however, you focus on the matter at hand. “Why are you calling? Isn’t it crazy late in Monaco right now?”

He hums. “I’m the slightest bit tipsy, but I cannot take it anymore. If I see one more caption with underlying subtext like this is a forbidden romance in a period drama I am going to, quite frankly, lose my mind. I need you to explain to me what in the fuck is going on between you and Oscar.”

You pause, and then you groan. “Oh my God.”

“Yes, ‘oh my God’ indeed. Now please explain.”

You heave a sigh, because you know he isn’t going to drop this, but you also know that if anyone could help you more than Sophia, it’s probably Lando. He’s Oscar’s teammate, and at the very least, if you can’t talk to Logan, you can talk to the only other person who probably knows him just as well.

“It’s a long story,” you mumble, curling up in your bed.

He makes a sound, like a scoff. “Okay? I have plenty of time.”

So you start from the beginning. Between spoonfuls of chocolate ice cream, you detail how it all started because of a message of condolence, how that had led to a rendezvous for drinks, and how that had led even further to him kissing you in the car as he’d dropped you off at your hotel.

He’s silent up until you mention that Oscar hadn’t acknowledged the kiss at all afterward, and then he makes an affronted noise and mutters something under his breath about stupid guys and heads in asses.

You admit that part of it was your own fault, that you hadn’t attempted to communicate either because you’d been afraid of the reaction and potentially the rejection, but that you’d been kicking yourself ever since for missing out on being able to talk face to face about things when you’d had the chance.

It all culminates in you explaining your current situation, and you tell him about your talk with Sophia and then your friend’s self-proclaimed mastermind plan, which had failed spectacularly when Oscar hadn’t even seen the post.

When you’re finished, there’s a moment of silence before he bursts into laughter.

You flush red in embarrassment and hug the tub of ice cream closer to your chest, feeling miserable and ashamed, but also like you deserve it all anyway. The tub isn’t freezing cold anymore, but the chill still seeps in through your shirt faintly, and it’s comforting against the heated blush.

“Sorry,” he says when his cackling has died down to chuckles. “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you. I actually do want to help. I genuinely can’t take one more post with a caption that’s all thinly veiled pining.”

You pause, fiddle with your spoon for a moment, and then hesitantly ask— “Do you know if he likes me?”

Lando goes quiet, and then he hums and admits that he doesn’t. “But,” he adds quickly, “just because I don’t have total confirmation doesn’t mean it isn’t basically obvious. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I know Oscar.”

You sigh, “But how are you going to help? You can’t just ask.”

“I don’t need to,” he answers, like you’re crazy for thinking he’d do something like that. “I’ve got a plan.”

Great. You run a hand down your face and try to stay optimistic. Another plan.

━━ tags: @f1-is-lovely-33 @chasing-liberosis @405rry

━━ a/n: a bit more writing heavy this part, and a bit longer because of it, but i'm proud of how it turned out! we're finally getting somewhere, and now we've got lando joining the team. genuinely had so much fun writing him, so i'm excited to feature him in future parts!

[simping-for-joe]

Head Over Heels

Leon Kennedy X Chubby! Single-mom! Reader

Part 2

Leon’s new neighbor has definitely caught his interest

Y/N: So this is going to be multi-part since I think that'll work best for me. I just wanted to write about a chubby single mom with Leon. I also don't know how many parts

(The title is from "Head Over Heels" by Tears for Fear)

Leon huffed a sigh as he reached his apartment building. He threw his bag onto his shoulder as he exited his car. He notices a large moving truck in a parking spot not too far from his.

“Great…” He sighs, hoping that his new neighbors are at least quiet. He walks up the stairs of his apartment building and spots a collection of boxes across the hallway from his door. As he pulls out his keys and turns to his door, he hears a female voice.

“Come on…” He turns to see a woman struggling with a key and her door. Leon tries to turn back to his own business and to ignore you, but sighs as he heads over.

“Need some help?” He asks softly, looking at you.

“Oh! Thank you!” You say shocked by the turn of events. He grabs the box from you as you unlock and open the apartment door. As you open the door for him, you place a small box in the way to prop it open. “Thank you so much.” You repeat yourself looking to him.

“It’s no problem…” He replies and finally gets a full look at you. You looked very soft, and you had a thankful smile on your lips. Your features are round and have some extra weight on your body. You introduce yourself telling him your name. “Nice to meet you, I’m Leon. Your neighbor.” He explains stiffly and a little awkwardly.

"Oh! That makes some sense, sorry. My brain is all over the place." You explain looking around your new empty apartment.

"It's alright, moving will definitely do that." Leon chuckles awkwardly.

"Mom! Did you see-" A young boy runs it, freezing when he notices the stranger with his mother.

"Hey Finn, this is our neighbor, Mr. Kennedy." You gesture to the man beside you. "This is my son." You turn to

"Oh um, please call me Leon." He insists, his body still tense.

"Um... hi..." The boy says shyly. His features looked close to yours, the only thing that didn't look like it was directly from you was his eyes. Leon gives a soft smile to him.

"It's good to meet you." He says kindly to the boy, who is moving closer to your leg. You chuckle softly at Finn's reaction.

"It's alright sweetheart." You assure him, your hand gently going through his hair. Still, he seemed less tense after Leon's introduction.

"It was really nice to meet you," Leon says softly and starts to head back to his apartment with an awkward wave.

It’d be interesting with both you and Finn now living across from him. It didn’t help that he found himself taking second glances at you specifically. He feels his cheeks heat up at the thought but tries to push those feelings away.

It had been a week and Leon kept running into you and your son. You always looked a little tired, but you somehow managed to greet him with a smile every time.

He'd never admit it but he loved when you crossed paths with him. Finn also greeted him with a smile, but he swears that kid smiled like that was his natural state.

You stand in front of your neighbor's apartment anxiously before you knock gently. It takes a moment, but he reveals himself. His blue eyes staring at you.

"Yes?" He asks with a raised blonde eyebrow.

"I... I really hate to ask this." You start out. "Finn's teacher wants a parent-teacher conference with me, but that means no one can watch him and I was wondering if you could..?" You ask him anxiously and nervously.

You watch as Leon's eyes widen, he seemingly needing a moment to fully process completely what you had asked him.

"I..."

"You don't have to say yes, to be completely clear!" You add on anxiously and worried.

"I can do it." He confirms afterward, which shocks you but also a relief fills you. Your shoulders fall after being so tense.

"Thank you so much! I really do appreciate it, like more than you know." You say before hugging him tightly, he freezes for a moment before you feel his arms around you.

"I-It's no problem." He replies softly afterward. He felt a slight blush on his cheeks form, you felt so soft. Your hug was so tight and firm.

"Thanks again!" You head off with a wave and a smile. As Leon stands there in disbelief, what did he just agree to? And why didn't he mind? He shuts his apartment door with a soft smile.

[itsmealaiah]

hiii so i have a request for a bill smut

so basically bill is a teacher and y/n goes to his class to get some extra credit 😁 if you know what i mean 😉 and bill has dreamt of y/n giving him head and what not. 😨 he also had pictures of her in his desk that he jerk’s off to

🤭 teacher smut 😏

A lil' extra "credit"

tags/ warnings: teacher smut, y/n being bent over a desk, age difference, begging, cursing, teasing.

if this seems weird please don't read and leave hate ❤️

pairing; teacher bill x fem

Bill's POV:

I can't help but smile to myself as I watch her walk into my office. It's been a long time since she's graced my presence, and I've missed her dearly. Her long, dark hair cascades down her back like a waterfall, and her chocolate brown eyes meet mine for only a moment before darting away shyly. She's wearing that tight, black skirt that hugs her curves in all the right places, and the white blouse that's buttoned all the way up to her neck - almost like she's trying to hide something. Something I know she's not ashamed of.

No, this isn't just any student. Her name is y/n, and she's here for extra credit. But to me, she's so much more. She's the girl who's been the star of my late-night fantasies for far too long. The girl whose picture I keep hidden in my desk drawer, the one I've jerked off to more times than I can count. And now, she's here in front of me, offering herself up like a gift on a silver platter.

"Ah, good morning, y/n," I say, trying to sound professional despite the thunderous pulse in my ears. "What can I do for you today?"

She bites her lower lip, her gaze darting back and forth between me and the floor. "Well… I heard about the extra credit opportunity through some of the other students. I was wondering if I could… discuss that with you." Her voice is shaky, and I can tell she's nervous. I can't help but smile to myself. It's the sweetest sound I've ever heard.

I gesture for her to have a seat on the couch in the corner of my office. As she sits down, I can't help but notice the way her skirt hikes up her thighs, revealing a hint of her black lace panties. My heart begins to race. I take a deep breath and try to regain my composure before I make an ass of myself in front of her.

"Of course, y/n. I'm always happy to discuss extra credit opportunities with any of my students who are interested." I walk around the front of my desk and take a seat. "Now, what did you have in mind?"

She swallows hard, her throat bobbing visibly. "Well… I know we talked about the presentation, but… I was thinking maybe there was something else I could do. Something a little more… personal." Her voice is barely above a whisper, and it takes everything in me not to reach out and touch her.

"Oh?" I ask, pretending to be surprised. "Like what?"

She glances up at me, her cheeks flushed. "I… I could give you a blowjob. Or, you know, let you fuck me… if you're interested." Her words tumble out of her mouth in a rush, and she instantly regrets them. She buries her face in her hands, mortified.

I can't help but chuckle. "Well, that's quite the offer, y/n. But I'm your teacher, and that wouldn't be appropriate." I lean back in my chair, trying to appear nonchalant. In reality, my heart is racing and my pants are starting to feel a bit tighter. "But since you brought it up… I do have something else in mind. Something that might help you out."

I stand up and walk around the side of my desk, positioning myself behind her. She stiffens slightly as I reach around and unbutton her blouse, revealing the lacy black bra I've fantasized about so many times. I palm one of her breasts over the cups of her bra, feeling it through the fabric, and she lets out a soft moan.

"Why don't you tell me what you were doing before you came into my office today?" I whisper in her ear. "Were you thinking about me touching you like this?" I pinch her nipple through the bra, and she arches her back, gasping.

"Y-yes," she whispers, her voice shaking. "I was… thinking about you… wanting you to touch me."

I smile against her back, enjoying the feel of her breasts in my hands. "And how about now?" I ask, tracing my fingers over the lace of her bra. "Are you thinking about that?"

She lets out a shuddering breath, her body trembling beneath my touch. "Yes… God, yes…"

I unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts spill free, heavy and full, and I can't help but bury my face in them, inhaling her sweet scent. She moans, arching her back further, and I can feel the hardness of her nipples against my cheeks.

"That's it, y/n," I murmur, nipping at her nipple before sucking it into my mouth. "Just let yourself feel it." I slide my hands lower, down her flat stomach and into her panties, feeling the wetness there. She's so turned on, so ready for me. I pull her panties to the side, exposing her wet folds, and rub her clit with my thumb.

"Oh, fuck," she gasps, her hips bucking into my touch. "That feels so good."

I stand up and turn her around to face me, pressing her against the desk. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, as she grinds against my thigh. I lean down, kissing her roughly, tasting myself on her lips. She reaches down between us, unbuckling my pants and pulling them down, freeing my cock. She stares up at me, eyes wide with need, and I can't help but groan as she takes me in her hand and guides me to her wetness.

"Fuck, y/n," I whisper, my voice hoarse. "You're killing me." She pushes forward, impaling herself on my cock, and I let out a gasp, feeling her tightness surround me. I bury my face in her neck, biting down gently as she starts to move, riding me with a ferocity that takes my breath away.

Her nails scrape down my back, drawing little lines of pleasure and pain, and she leans forward, kissing me deeply. I can feel her orgasm building, tightening around me with each thrust, and I know I won't last much longer. I pull her hair gently, urging her to go faster, harder, until she comes with a shuddering moan, her inner walls milking my cock in the most incredible sensation I've ever felt.

My own release follows close behind, and I groan into her mouth as I come, feeling the hot rush of climax wash over me. She collapses forward onto the desk, panting heavily, and I lean down, kissing her hair as I slowly begin to regain my composure.

After a moment, she looks up at me with a smile that spreads across her face like a ray of sunshine. "That was… incredible," she whispers. "Thank you." Her words send a shiver down my spine, and I can't help but smile back.

"You're welcome," I reply, my voice still hoarse. "But remember, this was just something I thought up to help you out. You shouldn't feel like you owe me anything."

She laughs softly, a delicate sound that fills the room. "Oh, I don't know about that," she says, looking at me through hooded eyes. "I might just owe you a few more favors." And with that, she leans in and kisses me again, her lips soft and hungry against mine.

[darling-im-wonderstruck]

hello ^-^ i’d like to request a meet-cute w peter in which they have mixed up orders in a cafe? ty!

sugar rush.

synopsis : your day starts as it always does, but little did you know, your daily trip to the cafe down the block would lead to you finding quite a charming boy.

pairing : peter parker x reader

wc : 560 +

warnings : none ! a lottttt of fluff :)

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a/n : hi anon ! <3 thank you for such a cute request !! hope u luvvvv it :) @strawberrystarcake, thank you soooo much for editing, as always <3

your morning starts like usual. you got ready, replied to gwen, confirming that you two were still on for brunch. the answer was yes— but brunch or no brunch, you still needed your morning cup of coffee at your everyday cafe down the block. so you embark on your daily walk to said cafe. you quite enjoyed the calm and cozy atmosphere that the space provided, though you wouldn’t be staying for long, given you had plans. “[y/n] and… newter?” the barista called out, almost immediately, you stand up and head to the cashier, unintentionally accompanied by a boy who looked too awake for the time of morning it was. “it’s peter, actually.” he smiles and the woman behind the cashier apologizes as he took his drink, and so did you.  hm, peter. his hair was styled with a little to much gel for some, he sported a warm, thin-lipped smile on his face, and he had a t-shirt that read “the physics is theoretical, but the fun is real” which you grinned at.

your train of thought was interrupted as soon as you took a sip of your coffee. immediately, the overwhelmingly sweet taste of vanilla and caramel hit your tongue.

you pause. that was not what you’d ordered. you took a look at your cup to read the order, instead of your name, you see the name “Newter” with a smiley face right beside it. you couldn’t help but smile. you turned in his direction and your eyes met, “peter? i think i got your order. i took a sip, do you mind?”  “oh! not at all, i drank some of yours too, do you… seriously drink this?” he chuckles shyly. oh, you had to admit, the boy was cute. “at least im not inhaling a cup of melted sugar every morning!” you respond, a clearly fake look of disgust on your face, causing peter to laugh. “this tastes like dirt.” he looks at the cup and scans your order, “pure black coffee? that’s honestly concerning.” “well, if you’d like, we can move on and agree to disagree with each other's life choices.” you playfully roll your eyes. he was beginning to pique your interest every passing second. you started to notice more about him; how he constantly had his hands in his pockets, he must be nervous, how his nose seemed to be just a little crooked, how his one eyebrow was a little wilder compared to the other. “mm, alright then,” he hesitates for a moment, “d’you wanna sit with me?” perhaps he found you interesting too. you wince, not because you didn’t want to, but because you were going to be late to meet up with gwen. “aw, i’m really sorry, it’s just that-“ “no, no, it’s okay. i mean it’s kinda crazy that, me, a stranger would ask to sit with you, i mean it’s probably-“ “actually, can i have your number?” you ask, an almost a cautious tone in your voice. “wait, seriously?” he says, he looks as if he’s victorious as soon as you asked him. “i’d like to see if you’re just as sweet as your drink.” you two smile at each other, in silence for a moment. you try to ignore the flush of pink on his cheeks (and the heat rising to yours) as you gave him your phone. he immediately puts in his number and his contact name: ur daily dose of sweetness. you couldn't help but giggle. “i’ve gotta get going… but it was wonderful meeting you, newter.” you joke, his face scrunches up as he laughs. “it was wonderful meeting you too, [y/n].”

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a/n : ORRR !!! should i say “it was enchanting to meet you.” HSJSJSJJD SORRY I COULDN'T HELP IT- thank you for reading !!! please reblog or give me some feedback if you enjoyed <;;3 luv u allll

[hulhudhonado]

Ornithophile

Synopsis: Jing Yuan is a bird magnet. As harmless as it sounds, it seems to lead to misunderstandings.

CW: Nothing

HC: Reader works under Yukong. Reader is gender-neutral.

Characters: Jing Yuan, Yukong, Fu Xuan, Mentions of Tingyun and Yanqing

Note: Genshin to Honkai pipeline is real omg. Honestly I am not that interested in Honkai Star Rail or any of the Honkai games but I do play it and let me tell you I love this man. The characters in this game do not miss. Already making drafts for a Sampo fic. My one goal is to max them out. Also anyone interested in Aeons fanfic? Just asking. Anyway, please make sure to like, comment or reblog. Interactions with the post lets it reach a wider audience. Requests are also open! Enjoy.

Jing Yuan was used to the attention given to him, it wasn’t shocking to him. An individual of his status always would draw attention amongst the crowds. However, most people tend to divert their eyes or at least make an effort to pretend they weren’t staring, especially when they weren’t supposed to. It was considered a decent thing to do. However you on the other hand clearly did not understand this concept.

The first time he had caught your eyes, he waited for you to shyly look away like most people did, however to his surprise you kept a stern gaze towards him, refusing to move. It did phase him a bit, how strange that you had no shame to look away knowing that you had been caught. He chuckled to himself, that time he gave you the benefit of the doubt. Maybe you felt it was more awkward to look away.

However, the staring continued. You stared at him whenever you had the chance. He could feel your gaze burning from the back of his head. How were you so confident? Does he not scare you? Do you not understand authority? Maybe you just didn’t have the shame to hide the fact that you adored looking at him. He tried not to crack a smile every time he did catch you staring. He didn’t want others to know why he was laughing at himself.

It wasn’t a surprise to him, having people fall for him. Tingyun was already making sales from his looks, so it was clear that many people were head over heels for him. Maybe you were just like them, an admirer who was terrible at keeping a secret. He didn’t mind, he was already used to the attention.

—

“You seem to be distracted these days. Is your age finally catching up to you?” Fu Xuan jabbed. Jing Yuan let out a chuckle “ I don’t know what you mean.” He answered, unphased. Documents were piling up and Yanqing still didn’t have a decent partner to train with, he had too many unnecessary things piling up on his head. Fu Xuan was clearly here to mess with him for letting things go on for this long.

“Don’t try to hide, you have been laughing to yourself or cracking smiles out of the blue! Have you finally lost it?” She asked once more. Honestly not what he had expected her to say. He thought she was here to clown him for not finishing his work on time, he didn’t realise he had got caught. She continued. “If so, I’m willing to take your place any day for your ‘early’ retirement.”

Jing Yuan rolled his eyes, looking back at the screen in front of him. “If you don’t have anything better to do you’re free to leave. My mental state is perfectly fine.” Fu Xuan let out a smirk. “It won’t be for long.” 

Jing Yuan turned to her, he didn’t want to give her attention especially when he was this busy, but Fu Xuan was not going to stop fishing for answers.  Raising an eyebrow he decided to take the bait.“And what makes you say that?” Fu Xuan let out an almost sinister laugh. Jing Yuan could only frown, he didn’t like the sound of that. 

“I recently foresaw a future of yours.” The room felt cold in an instant. Jing Yuan was now fully focused on Fu Xuan, who continued to smirk victoriously. It didn’t seem to be serious but it didn’t seem to be a good thing either. “What did you see?” He asked nervously, he tried his best to hide it, he didn’t need to give Fu Xuan any more openings.

Fu Xuan pretended to think, withholding the information rather than stating it at once. Jing Yuan sighed, of course, Fu Xuan would want to have the high ground. “I’ll repeat, what did you see?” He stated once more, a more serious tone plaguing his words.

Fu Xuan scoffed. “You’re no fun.”

“If it involves me then it involves Xianzhou Luofu and its people. I would rather not be left in the dark about this.” Fu Xuan shrugged. “It isn’t something serious. If it was, I would have told you about it instantly. You know I am not one to take my time.”

“Then why hide it from me?” “Because it’s funny.” Jing Yuan sighed. “Just tell me.”

“Don’t feel like it.” And with that Fu Xuan's hologram disappeared. Jing Yuan huffed, how annoying. It seemed that people around him were forgetting what respect meant.

—

Yukong never made physical trips to meet with Jing Yuan regarding any issues on the Xianzhou Luofu. It was a big ship, and it was a waste of time to constantly travel back and forth when they could communicate via holograms.

However it was always safe to bring confidential documents face to face, a third party might cause leaks. To his surprise, you tagged alongside her during one of their rare trips. However, for once, you didn’t look up to look at him. He tried his best to focus on what Yukong kept saying but his eyes kept wandering back to you. Why were you not looking up? Was it because this was the first time you had seen him face to face? However he didn’t like this, he wished you would just look up like usual.

“Tingyuan couldn’t make it?” He asked, trying to focus the shift on you. You jolted up, now nervously looking at Yukong who also was caught off guard. Yukong looked back at you, before turning back to Jing Yuan trying to seem unphased. “Yeah, she was assigned a task alongside the trailblazers. You had assigned her to them.” She asked.

“Hmm, I did? “ Jing Yuan asked in a playful tone. You still didn’t turn to look at him, now just looking down at the floor to not draw any more attention. He couldn’t hold a smile on his face anymore, he was getting annoyed. Why today of all days you decide not to look at him? 

He wanted to see your face properly, not in his hologram form. As advanced as things were in Xianzhou Luofu, when he is in his hologram form he can’t see everyone clearly. It was like being stuck behind a screen. Now that he was finally face-to-face with his ‘staring partner’ he wanted to see what you looked like.

“Well, since things in the Xianzhou Luofu are not settled yet, I would prefer if you could hand me documents face to face from now.” Yukong blinked, before realising what he had stated. “But sir, that would take some time, and I can’t always make trips here when I need to take care of my team.” Jing Yuan tilted his head, pretending to be oblivious to his schemes. “You can just ask Tingyuan, or your companion right next to you. If you trust them to accompany you then I’m certain they can help you bring me these documents. Am I wrong?”

His statement finally made you look up. He believed he was ready to face your gaze, but he was being too cocky it seemed. When he had locked eyes with you he almost looked away with how sudden it was. Your gaze was sharp and strong, just as the times you had looked at him before. You had a poker face, attentive to your work since Jing Yuan had personally entrusted you to do Yukong’s work. It seemed the hologram way of communicating had dulled down the intensity of your gaze full of determination. Jing Yuan didn’t expect to get such a whiplash.

He held his ground, he didn’t need any reason to feel shy now. Fu Xuan’s words started to replay in his head, he wasn’t sure why. You couldn’t be the reason for his downfall, could you? There was no way. 

Yukong sighed, interrupting the spiral Jing Yuan had going inside his mind. “Of course. We won’t disappoint you. “ She answered. “I’m glad to hear that.” Jing Yuan smiled, his gaze never leaving you as you did the same. 

—

It wasn’t surprising that you made most of the trips. He found out that you were new to the job, at least to Yukong’s sector. Since Tingyuan was busy with the trailblazers and Yukong had her duties to attend to, you ended up being the special courier for any confidential documents. Most of the documents were digitised so your trips weren’t common, but Jing Yuan made it his mission to make sure you somehow ended up in his office.

Was this corruption from the higher-ups? Probably, if anyone knew what he was doing they would think he was bullying you but he didn’t mean any harm. He just likes the mini-staring matches you both have. Not many people look at him with such confidence. 

It also didn’t seem to be an issue as it seemed that you liked the job. No matter how many times you were told to bring in documents, you always followed through without complaining. Tingyuan tended to ask for bargains while Yukong would straight up avoid making rounds. You on the other hand would be ready to make a delivery in an instant. It was probably due to the fact you were still new to the job, but he liked to pretend it was because you wanted to see him often.

He smiled to himself thinking about it. He didn’t like how much of a narcissist he was. He knew people loved him but having his delusions of someone liking him more than just the ruler of the Xianzhou Luofu must be his breaking point. Fu Xuan was on to something, you must be his downfall.

—

It was like any other day, you made the delivery and you were going to head back to your station. However, Jing Yuan was getting tired of this. It was any day now that the trailblazers would be done with the Stellaron attacks and he would finally have to step in to fix what was left. This means everything would return to normal and your trips wouldn’t be necessary anymore. All these trips didn’t make you both any closer either, you were keeping a distance between the two of you.

He also noticed how you reduced staring, it seems you had caught on the fact that he knew you were staring. He honestly was surprised you didn’t realise it sooner, it wasn’t like you were hiding it. But now whenever he would catch your eyes you would jolt up as if he caught you doing something horrible. If it was in the past he wouldn’t have minded, but now whenever you looked away he felt frustrated.

As the day was going to end as it usually did, Jing Yuan finally snapped. He needed to change this routine you both had created. “May I ask you a question?” He asked. He caught you so off guard you dropped the documents on the ground. Scattering them all over the floor. In an instant you dropped down, to collect the papers off the ground. He followed suit, trying to help.

“Oh, you don’t need to do that sir!” You try not to stutter. You didn’t expect him to ask you anything. You guys never spoke anymore than anything related to work, so the sudden question caught you off guard. “ Don’t mind me, I just wanted to ask a question. I didn’t think it was that shocking.” He chuckled.

You nervously laugh, continuing to gather all the materials before he could get any more. To your horror, he had already collected most of it. However, the piles of paper were now in a mess, completely unorganised from how it was originally arranged.

“You can sit with me and chat while we organise these.” He stood up smiling, mockingly shaking the documents towards you while you tried not to get embarrassed. “My apologies sir.” You mumble, standing up with the little amount you were able to get. “I’ll forgive you if you answer my questions.” The way he spoke was so calm. He was a ruler for a reason, his voice was loud in battle and comforting to his citizens. You instantly felt at ease when he didn’t seem to mind.

“I’ll take you up on that offer, sir.”

—

When he said questions, he meant a lot of questions. He asked why you chose the job, what you liked, your interests, and your hobbies. He was ticking off everything at this point. You of course answered. The way he articulated the questions and the calm sound of his voice seemed to have entranced you. You were certain if he was a lawyer he would have gotten the answers right out of you in an instant. It was no wonder he was in such a high position.

“You seem to stare a lot don’t you?” A question that you didn’t expect. He smiled, eyes closed ready for an answer. Did he catch you off guard? He hoped so, he wanted to tease you a bit, making you realise that your silly little crush on him was already discovered. Maybe it was sudden but with how truthfully you were answering his questions he didn’t expect you to lie your way out of this.

You could feel the rush of blood on your face. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to stare! It’s just…” you cut yourself off. He patiently waited for your answer. What could it be? Did you like his face? Many people did, it was the reason Tingyuan was making a fortune for so many years. Or perhaps you would be bolder and say you liked his body? His clothes and armour enhanced its appeal. Or maybe his hair? It reminded of a lion’s mane to most and Yanqing would always mention how elegant it looked, even after he had spared the entire day. He wasn’t even sure how it stayed in such luscious conditions.

He tried not to tap the table, eager for your answer. He could hear his heartbeat increase its speed, he didn’t realise how nervous he was. What was it about him that you just couldn’t help but look? He needed to know now.

“ The bird.” It was almost a whisper when you spoke. He wasn’t even sure he heard you properly. “The bird?” He repeated, a bit dumbfounded. You nodded, guilt leaving your body but suddenly feeling sheepish. You can’t believe you were going to admit this.

“ You always have a bird in your hair. It’s so unphased I always wondered whether it was tamed.” You continue to say. You watched Jing Yuan stare at you, unable to speak. You took this as a sign to continue. “Well you see, I love looking at birds. Especially since in Xianzhou Luofu, they are quite rare. But you have one always on your shoulder! So when I first saw it I was so shocked. If you don’t mind me asking, could you tell me what type it is? Is it a Zebra finch? A Waxbill? The red beak makes it a bit prominent but I couldn’t see its feather pattern so I couldn’t tell what type it was.”

As you continued to go on and on about the bird, Jing Yuan was trying his best not to show any signs of embarrassment. He couldn’t believe this. He had thought this entire time you had looked at him due to admiration. Honestly, it was his fault for making up delusions on his own but he didn’t expect this. You were staring at the birds that usually landed on his shoulder and hid around his hair. He was so used to it he completely forgot they even stuck next to him while he worked.

A sudden notification came to your phone which made you stop your little bird talk. You read it and immediately stood up an instance. “Oh no! The time!” You almost shout, your worried gaze not looking away from the phone. You look at Jing Yuan sadly, and he could feel his heart was close to bursting. Not only from his embarrassment but also how unhappy you looked knowing that you would have to depart from him.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t organise all the documents in time. I’ll make it up to you next time sir!” You begin to gather your things and head out. As you near the door you turn back to him shouting. “I apologise if this is inappropriate, but I hope to talk to you again!” You say. You take a bow before turning back and running out the door.

All Jing Yuan could do was stare as you left. Suddenly he could feel all the emotions he had held back to save face flowing out. He slumped on the desk, hands on his face trying to cover his face which was completely red. He could not believe this had happened to him. 

He heard a little chirp near his ear. He looked to the side, to see his little bird friend peeping at him in glee. “You did this to me.” He grumbled, glaring at the bird who continued to chirp, almost as if it was laughing at him. Sighing, he slumped back on his chair, trying not to think about what just had happened.

He couldn’t help it though. It made sense now, you probably were curious about the bird, trying to figure out what kind it was. He was the one overthinking it, making up stories in his head where you profess your love to him. No wonder Fu Xuan said what she did. She knew this was going to happen.

He sighed, picking up his little friend off his shoulder onto his hand. After making a mental note on finding a way to get back at Fu Xuan, he began to think about you again. He was already too deep into this, he was going to make you like him back. He stroked the bird’s head as it peeped in delight. He looked down at it as it playfully nipped at his finger.

Another idea popped into his head. The last words you said played in his head again as he stared at the bird who danced around in the palm of his hands. He felt a smile creep on his face.

“Well, at least I can figure out what we are going to be talking about next time we meet.” He chuckled to himself, humming a tune alongside the bird. He was already too deep into this, and he was not going to let you go that easily. 

He was going to make you look at him the same way he looked at you, one way or another. Who would have thought a love of birds would lead to this?

Good luck!

[bigboysfalldeep]

The soccer stud—Marco

Since I can remember, I have always loved watching soccer. There was just something about pretty—sometimes bulky—men wearing skin-tight shirts, thin shorts, long socks, and those damn boots—especially in the rain with white gear. I was so happy when I got the job as an equipment manager for the local club.

I not only got to watch these handsome men play, but I was responsible for their sweaty, dirty, tight gear—a dream come true. It got even better when I met Marco, one of the club's star players. He was always so eager to play and to do what was best for the team, and most importantly to me, he looked so good wearing that black and yellow gear.

I knew I needed him to be mine and to obey me completely. That's when my other interest came into play: hypnosis, or conditioning, to be more precise.

It was just so much fun to play with a man's mind, especially the pretty ones—athletes—and men in uniform were the most exciting.

The training was about to begin in around 10 minutes. Most players were already on the pitch, waiting for the trainer. I prepared the equipment beforehand, so I could stroll through the stadium's tunnels, looking for my special one, Marco.

As I made my way toward my little office, I noticed that the locker room door was only ajar. That was interesting. I opened the door to find him standing in front of his locker, his back turned to me. Fuck, he looked so good wearing his gear; his ass especially looked fine in these black shorts.

Marco took a huge sip from his water bottle before he turned around. At first, he flinched, but once he realized it was me, he sighed.

"You scared me, dude." He chuckled while I smiled warmly.

"I am sorry. I didn't mean to." I kept smiling when I noticed he was holding one of my special water bottles.

I filled these bottles with water—no ordinary water, a special mixture of herbs, and a low dose of drugs—to put people at ease and calm them down. I told him that those would boost his abilities to train and play in general. He was really into that idea.

"I hope you like it." I motioned for the bottle in his hand. Marco's eyes shifted between mine and the bottle before he smiled shyly.

"It's really good." He licked his lips, savoring the taste lingering inside his mouth.

It felt like he had had multiple drinks today already. He seemed to need more time to think and form coherent thoughts.

"Very good." I nodded, but I needed to check something else. "Did you manage to give my playlist a go? You know, the one I created for your gym sessions?"

Marco closed his eyes for a second, thinking about my question, before he bit his lower lip. "It's a good playlist." He said this, looking at me with his eyes barely open.

"Good." I nodded again. "Then this might work out."

Taking a deep breath, I placed a hand on his shoulder, touching his jersey. Touching him through it made me so happy.

He leaned into my gentle touch just enough to still keep eye contact with me.

When I started to stroke him, his collarbone, and further to his neck, he started to purr quietly while looking at me so happily.

"Very good boy." I growled. "You've been drinking a lot and enjoying the playlist, haven't you?"

Marco kept smiling, enjoying my soft strokes. "Yesss." He purred, and subconsciously, he started to stroke his own chest through his tight jersey.

"Listen. We don't have much time." I gently pulled him into me to whisper into his ear.

"You did so good, Marco." I breathed into his ear, causing him to let out a low guttural moan.

Both of us took several deep breaths.

Marco, because his week-long conditioning was slowly taking over. All those songs are intertwined with hidden messages, just barely noticeable when you know they're in there, telling him to obey and to do anything for his one true owner.

Me, on the other hand? I couldn't believe how well it was working! I was holding this beautiful soccer boy so close to my body—the feeling of his gear on my skin, the faint scent of him in my nose, and the staggering excitement building up inside my stomach—fucking good.

"I want you; I need you to be mine." My voice broke once at the simple thought of owning him and using him however I desired.

At the same time, I keep stroking his neck and collarbone while using my other hand to stroke his firm chest and tummy.

I always enjoyed the feeling of the jersey's fabric on my skin, so it made me so hard so fast, but touching him through the thin shirt made it even better. 

It was easy to tell that his body was reacting purely on instinct: his muscles tensed quickly and his breathing quickened slightly.

Marco's mind was working overtime, just to be flooded with the easiest command right now: listen and obey.

"You would like it to be owned, wouldn't you?" I whispered into his ear, causing him to moan in agreement with his barely hearable voice.

"Good boy." I kept stroking his tummy before I gave in to my curiosity.

While he melted more and more into me, I let my hand run even further down his body to feel his body through his tight shorts. It felt amazing: he was so hard, so big that I needed to confirm his size by looking down as well. His length was tenting visibly, straining the fabric of his shorts.

I made sure to make the most of this moment. I let my hands emcompass his entire form, from his thick pecs to his abs, back, ass, and thighs. It felt so good, and he was enjoying it as much as I was, for sure. Marco kept groaning, grunting, and purring while my hands felt every inch of his body react to the slightest touch.

I took another deep breath to regain my composure.

"Listen. Just keep drinking your water, keep working out with my playlist, and soon you will be ready." I said, running my hand up and down his ever-growing shaft.

He enjoyed himself so much, moaning quietly to himself.

"Give me a video call tonight." I steadied his head by his neck, forcing him to look into my eyes. His own were so pretty—unfocused, slightly sleepy—and their usual spark faded away. "At nine."

"Yes." He purred happily once more.

"And make sure to wear that beautiful kit of yours." I stroked his member twice, then went back to his firm chest and soft tummy.

"Mhmmm." He groaned.

"Now, it's time for training." I patted his pecs firmly. "Do your best."

Marco's eyes focused on mine while I was still stroking him. However, he didn't mind it at all.

"I will." He smiled again, and I watched him leave excitedly.

Training went well, but my whole body was just waiting for tonight.

And sure enough, right on time, my phone rang. It was Marco, and my heart started racing—it worked so well.

When I accepted the incoming call, I let out an audible moan, seeing his beautiful face through my screen.

His face was so pretty, and his eyes were searching for mine. Slightly unfocused, yet so vacant. He was wearing his entire kit, shoes, and all.

"Good boy." I said as I started to stroke myself through my shirt—god, this was exciting.

Marco's entire body reacted to my voice, and he started to smile derpily.

"I prepared a video for you, Marco." I shared my screen and opened a video I found years ago. A pretty little spiral to make him go under even further. "Just watch this; it will make you feel so much better."

"Okay." Marco nodded.

While he focused everything on the video, I started a screen recording. I was so excited to see what was actually happening—he should be conditioned to react to the spiral. I love these songs and knew the power of the hidden messages and the conditioning they contain, but the only thing I could do was wait and see.

The more he watched it, the deeper he went. His pretty eyes were glazed; a foggy gray consumed them as they rolled back into his head. Drooling, he got up from his chair so that his crotch was front and center.

And what a sight to behold! His member was even harder and bigger than before. His shorts were barely able to contain him, let alone conceal him.

Marco moaned loudly as he started to jerk off through his shorts. This caused me to do the same. My cock was pressing against my track pants, and I was leaking already—better than I had expected.

"Very good, boy." I growled into the microphone, causing him to groan and moan even louder. Feeling myself grow even bigger, I knew I couldn't hold back much longer.

Marco, on the other hand, wasn't done yet.

His hand slipped inside his tight shorts as he kept jerking off so fast, causing his body to twitch slightly. He touched himself, his ass lovingly as he moaned again, clearly enjoying this so much.

I could tell he was acting merely on conditioning, having experienced something similar before.

This caused me to shoot a load into my pants, widening the already wet patch considerably. I let out a low grunt as he did the same.

Marco's body stopped as he shot load after load into his shorts; much to my amusement, he kept jerking off.

Licking my lips, I watched him pull his sweaty, sticky cock out of his pants to fondle with it. 

He was so thick and so pretty—the perfect man.

As he kept stroking himself, I enjoyed the show. The spiral was still going, spinning and turning, until the video ended.

"You did so well, Marco." I said as he sat back down to look at me through the camera.

"Thank you." He smiled derpily.

"Make sure to keep this kit for me; I want it for myself." I chuckled, but he just purred in response.

"We will see each other on Thursday, okay?"

I watched his eyes focus slightly, and at first, I thought I screwed up. But instead, he smiled and pulled his shorts back up, completely unbothered by his stained clothes, his hard cock, or me talking to him through his phone.

"I hope so." Marco winked teasingly.

Then he ended the call and left me speechless—it couldn't have gone better.

[xxchaosjojoxx]

Just a little flirt - Penguin x Reader Part 2

A/N i was asked to write a second part so here it is. Thank you again for being nice on my first english fanfic ❤️ more love for our penguin boy Also i wanna try writing more and improve my english skills. So if you have any request or ideas, tell me if you want :3

You ran into your shared bedroom with Ikkaku and slammed the door behind you. Heavenly breathing because of your little escape sprint.

“The fuck are you doing?” Ikkaku asked.

“N-Nothing.” You said and you began to move towards the ground for you to sit.

“Will you avoid Penguin for the rest of your life? Just talk to him.”

“I can’t ok?” You sighed and hid your face in your hands.

Ikkaku stand up and hugged you. “Y/N come on. It was an awkward situation for both of you. You guys should talk about it. “

“He hates me.” You sniffed. “He doesn’t hate you. He adores you. Everytime he looks at you, he is so cheerful and happy. It is nearly disgusting how your presence can turn him into a  giggling idiot.”

You looked up at Ikkaku. “He doesn’t adore me. He was just teasing me. And now he knows that I am interested in him and he is disgusted by it. I feel like a stupid little girl with a stupid little crush”

“Are you delusional? Maybe he ran away because he saw that you are interested in him and he couldn’t proceed with it.”

“We can never be friends again. I ruined our dynamic.”

Ikkaku groaned and shaked my shoulders. “Listen girl. Stop it. He has a crush on you. He won’t ever hate you, or despise you or anything else. Just tell him that you have feelings for him. And also a little crush? Your crush on him is huge. Although I always thought you would go for our captain. You two seem pretty close sometimes”

“Wait what? I mean, yeah the captain is quite handsome and smart. I could be interested in him...” You looked shyly away. “But Penguin is the one who got my heart. He is so cute and attractive. Very funny and still he is like a gentleman sometimes and tries to protect me from any harm. How could I not be interested in him? How could I be interested in anyone else?” You started smiling like Ikkaku.

“Everyone knows of your crush on Penguin. Except him…and maybe Shachi. So go to him. Tell him. I am sure he feels the same way about you and doesn’t wanna ruin your friendship by making a move.”

Ikkaku stood up and helped me to get on my feet. With encouraging words I was on my way to Penguin.

Penguin fell on his bed and groaned. “What happened? I thought you wanted to go to y/n.”

Penguin groaned even more. "Yeah, I was."

Shachi puts his comic away and looked at Penguin. “Did she reject you?”

“Nah,  I didn’t get the chance. Before I could knock I heard her and Ikkaku talking.”

Penguin moved his head to look at Shachi, who would give him a ‘Tell me about it’ look.

“Y/N has a crush on Captain Law.”

Shachi jumped off of his bed. “She what? Y’sure?”

Penguin changed his position so he could sit on his bed while hugging his pillow. “She said that Captain is quite handsome and smart and she could be interested in him. I left.”

“He IS pretty attractive and smart.”

Penguin threw a pillow against Shachi. “Not helpful.”

“Come on, Pen. That doesn’t mean that y/n isn’t crushing on you.”

“Are you nuts?” Pen’s voice got louder. “I was a total idiot. I made her uncomfortable. I was planning to make her blush and see her cute little smile. And not her being afraid and probably disgusted by me and avoiding me whenever she can.”

Penguin groaned even more.

“I don’t think y/n is afraid or disgusted. Maybe it was too much for her to handle. Maybe she couldn’t comprehend your high flirting skill.”

Penguin looked defeated. He stood up and sighed heavenly.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. Even if we talk about it and work it out, she isn’t interested in me. I should let her go.”

“Pen..” Penguin opened the door. “I have night watch. See ya later.” And with that, he was gone.

The submarine was chilly and it was past midnight. You went looking for Penguin and Shachi informed you that he was on night watch tonight. You couldn’t wait any longer. You have to talk to him and embarrass yourself. Even if he didn’t accept your feelings for him, you want the two of you to stay friends at least. As you made your way towards Penguin you felt nervous.  There he was. Sitting on the ground, sighing and focusing.

You sat quietly beside him. ‘Great, he ignores me.’ You took a deep breath. With a tap on his shoulder and a quiet “Pen?” he nearly jumped away from me.

“Oh gosh y/n. Do you wanna kill me?”

“I’m sorry. I…ehh..maybe I should go.” You looked away and wanted to stand up.

“Wait please. I was just startled by it. My mind was blank.”

You both looked away.

“I am sorry.” You both said in union. As you looked at each other and said it at the same time, both of you had to laugh.

“Pen, I am sorry. If I had know that you would react like that, I wouldn’t even flirt back with you in the first place.”

Penguin stopped laughing and looked at you. His expression was sad.

“I shouldn’t have disturbed you like that. I am sorry.”

You sat there in silence. Unknown what to say. Can we just forget that this morning happened?” You asked nervously and Penguin felt hurt. ‘I knew she wasn’t interested in me at all’

“I should've never flirted with you to begin with. Sorry y/n.”

You felt a sting in your heart and you were about to cry.

“I didn’t mind it, you know? I just didn’t think that I grossed you out with me flirting back.”

Penguin looked at you, but your gaze was on the ground. Hiding from him

“I wasn’t grossed out. I just don’t understand why you flirt back if you have a crush on our captain.”

This was it. You looked up at him confused. “I don’t have a crush on Law. What are you talking about? I flirted back, because I thought that I can show you, that I mean it. But I now know that it was just a prank of you. I mean you tease me all the time. I interpret too much.”

You were blushing but couldn’t look away from Penguin. He was stunned. “You meant it? But what about Law? Are you toying with me right now?”

He wasn’t sure if it was a nightmare, a prank or whatever.

You took his hand in yours and he was looking at you with a blush on his face as well.

“I have no idea why you think I would be interested in Law.”

He gulped. Your hand was so warm and you looked pretty cute right now.

“I wanted to apologize. You talked with Ikkaku about Captain and I didn’t wanna interrupt you two.” Penguin looked away, while he scratched his neck with his free hand.

Realization hit you.

“You didn’t hear all of it?” You asked and he shrugged his shoulders.

With a deep breath to calm your nerves, you drew circles on his hand and he looked at you again.

“It’s true that I think highly of our captain. Yeah he is handsome, but he isn’t you.”

You blushed heavenly and  now cupped his face. He tried to hide his face with his hat even more. “Wh-What are you d-doing, y- y/n?”

“I’m telling you, that I have a huge crush on you. Captain Law is handsome and smart, but so are you. You are funny. I love your jokes. I adore you for so many things. You are brave and protective and-” You couldn’t talk anymore, because Penguin shut your mouth with his lips.

He was kissing you softly. After a few seconds, it was way too short, he was looking at you sheepishly. “Sorry for not being respectful. I know it’s not nice to interrupt someone who talks, but I couldn’t handle all those things you said to me.”

“Pen, are you embarrassed?”

Pen blushed even more. His red head was shining in this darkness.

“Of course I am embarrassed. How could I not?” Penguin looked at you and smiled. “You told me so many nice things to describe me, I have no idea why you said it.  And you also told me you have a crush on me.”

It was your turn to look away and hid your face behind your hands.

Penguin softly took your hands so he could face you again.

“I also have a huge crush on you. You are wonderful and cute. Your bright smile makes my day. This morning, I ran away because I thought you hated me. I wanted to kiss you so bad back there, but you looked so afraid and yet like you wanted it to happen. I was confused.”

You smiled a little. “It was like a novel I read. I love those actions in a story. But experiencing this in real life was exciting and intense. Especially if it happens with a very cute and handsome man.” I giggled and winked at him.

He hid his red face again under his hat and laughed as well. “Oh shut up you”

“Make me”

As soon as I spoke the words, I felt a pair of lips on mine again.

The kiss was like him. Sweet and gentle.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Unexpectedly Yours: Part 3

Fandom: Ted Lasso (Regency AU)

Pairing: Roy Kent x F!Reader

Summary: Lord Roy Kent still has yet to marry. He hates the notion that marriage is a way to ensure your status in society. You have delayed your debut to society for years because of the same idea. So what happens when two people who hate the idea of marriage are constantly drawn to each other?

Part 1 | Part 2

"Miss Y/N, you have a caller," your ladies maid, Jane, announces as you, your mother, and Cece in the drawing room doing your own respective activities.

"Who is it, Jane? your mother asks.

"Lady O'Sullivan, ma'am."

Your mother perked up, "Lord Kent's sister?!" She turns to you, "What do you think she'd like to speak about?"

"I'm not sure, but I'll see to her right now," you stand from your chair and place your book onto the seat.

You follow Jane to the front room. You smile when you see Clara. You give her a curtsey, "Lady O'Sullivan, it's a pleasure to see you."

She shakes her head, "Please, just Clara will do."

"Would you like some tea? I can have Jane-"

"Oh no. That's not necessary. This is a quick visit. I'd just like to personally invite you and your family to dinner in three days, if you're available."

"Oh! We'd love to attend. Cece has been asking when she can see Phoebe again."

Clara softly laughs, "Phoebe as well."

"I will inform my mother. She'll be very excited."

Clara then smirks, "Yes, my brother will be very pleased to hear you'll be attending."

You clear your throat, "Right, yes, Lord Kent. He's...interesting."

Clara scoffs, "It's alright. You can say he's a pain in the ass."

You burst out laughing, Clara joining you.

"I-I wouldn't say that. He can be pleasant, when he wants to be, I assume."

"Hmmm. Indeed."

"Very well. I will see you in a few days. I look forward to our dinner, Y/N," Clara gives you a bow and sees herself out.

You let out a deep breath before sharing the news with your mother.

_____________________

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Roy looks at his sister in disbelief.

Clara glares at his brother, "Lower your tone," Roy rolls his eyes and Clara continues, "It's clear to me you harbor some feelings for Y/N. This is just another opportunity to talk with her, maybe, propose a courtship?"

Roy pinches the bridge of nose and groans, "Clara, she despises me."

She shakes her head, "See, you say that, but I'm sure that's not true," she walks over to her brother's couch and sits on it while he continues to look at her with disbelief from his desk, "Roy, just because things didn't work out with Georgina doesn't mean it won't work out for the next woman."

"Why can't you just let me live my life alone?"

"Because no one should ever be alone. Roy, you're a good man. I know you could make any woman happy if you just open yourself up to the possibility."

Roy lets out a deep breath and shakes his head, "Maybe we should move somewhere else."

"Roy!"

"Maybe the countryside where we don't have to deal with fucking society anymore."

Clara rolls her eyes and stands, "Complain all you want, but we're having Y/N and her family over."

_______________________________

Your father had arrived from his travels abroad, which excited you. He'd always bring back books for you to read.

"How are you, my dear?" he asks you while he escorts you around the gardens.

"I'm alright," you reply, giving him a shrug.

"Just alright?" he looks at you with concern.

"Well, you missed my debut ball. It would've been a lot more tolerable if you were there."

"I suppose it's good that I didn't. Wouldn't want to let down all of those young men asking for your hand."

"Father!"

Your father laughs and kisses your head, "But no one has sparked your interest?"

"Not really."

"Not even a little bit?" he gives you a look and you smile shyly at him.

"Well maybe, but he doesn't seem like he's fond of me...or fond of anyone really."

"Who is it?"

"The Viscount Lord Roy Kent. He, his sister, and niece moved here from Chelsea after his sister's husband died. We've interacted a few times here and there. He's somewhat pleasant to talk to, a bit blunt sometimes. But he seems sweet. He cares a lot about his sister and niece."

"Well, I hear we have dinner with him in a few days. So I look forward to meeting him."

_______________________

Roy is pacing back and forth while Clara and Phoebe watch him amusedly.

"You seem nervous, Uncle Roy," Phoebe states with a grin.

Roy shoots a look to Phoebe and she snickers. Clara pats her daughter's arm in comfort, "Ignore your Uncle Roy, darling. He's definitely nervous because Y/N is coming."

Roy stops, placing a hand on his stomach, "I don't feel well."

"You're fine."

"I think I forgot to write letters to-"

"Roy," Clara stands and approaches her brother and cups his face in her hands, "It'll be fine. What you really need to worry about is her father, who just arrived back from his travels."

"Her father is coming?! Oh fuuuuu-"

"Roy!" Clara slaps her brother's arm.

"Ma'am, your guests are here."

"Wonderful!" Clara gestures for Phoebe to follow her and she does. The two head out of the sitting room and then turn to Roy who looked like he was in internal battle with himself.

__________________

You, your parents, and Cece sit with Roy, Clara, and Phoebe in the sitting room while dinner continued to be prepared. Phoebe and Clara were on the floor playing with dolls. You sit on the piano bench, slightly more distant from the rest of the group.

Roy looks uneasy, as if he would rather be anywhere but here. The thought made you feel a bit insecure. You were sure he didn't like you too much but the fact that it physically seems that way hurts you. You begin to fidget with your gloves, rubbing the satin fabric in a way to appease your growing anxiety.

"Y/N?" you look up to see your father looking at you with soft eyes.

"Yes?"

"Will you play us a song?"

"O-Oh. Um, any requests?"

"Whatever you choose should be fine," Clara responds with a smile.

You glance towards Roy and meet his eyes for a second before he looks away. You clear your throat and turn around to face the piano. You mentally go through the songs you know how to play and pick one. It's a slow, soft tune. It starts of light but then turns melancholic with it's lower notes.

You focus on the keys before you rather than the conversation at hand.

"So, Lord Kent-"

"Roy, Lord L/N, please."

"Roy, how are you finding Richmond so far?"

"It's alright," Roy rasps out.

Clara rolls her eyes, "He's more used to the city life. Phoebe and I love it here. We were unsure about the move, but after some time, we've grown to love Richmond."

Your father nods with a polite smile, "I hope Richmond continues to treat you well."

"Thank you, sir."

"I'm curious, how do the men and women here compare to those in London?"

Your mother scolds your father and he shrugs, "I'm just curious!"

Clara chuckles, "I wouldn't know to be quite honest. My concern isn't on them, rather on Phoebe. My brother, however, is very open to finding himself a wife." That piques your interest.

"Clara," Roy practically growls in warning.

His sister rolls her eyes, "My brother believes he doesn't deserve to be happy with someone."

"That's nonsense, my boy! Everyone deserves to have someone they hold dear to their heart!"

Roy looks at your father in surprise, "Many people your age don't hold that same sentiment, sir."

Your father waves him off, "That's all nonsense. These people believe that wealth and status is the most important thing world. They sacrifice their happiness for it."

"Were you two a love match?" Phoebe asks, now growing bored of playing dolls and finding the adults' conversation much more fascinating. You, too, tried to listen in on the conversation while you continued to play.

"Not at first, no. I believe she hated me when we first met."

Your mother rolls her eyes, "He kept talking about himself, not once asking me any questions or letting me speak for even a second."

"I was nervous! She was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and, to be quite frank, I've never been very good at talking with ladies. So, yes, I did talk about myself too much. But luckily, she gave me a chance at the next ball to apologize. I spent the entire dance listening to her share things about herself. When the dance was over, I didn't want it to end."

"What happened next, uncle?" Cece asks.

"He asked for a courtship the next day," your mother replies.

Your father laughs, "Oh, I was smitten. We courted for a month before I proposed!"

"Then you got married?!" Cece asks.

"Oh heavens, no. She rejected me and said she wanted to spend more time courting. I asked her again after the second month. Got rejected again. The third month was when she finally said yes."

"Really?!" Cece looks at your parents in disbelief.

Your mother chuckles, "My mother was so upset with me for denying him twice, but he ensured her that he wouldn't give up on me. It just took me a bit more time to warm up to him."

"Ma'am, dinner is ready."

"Finally!" Phoebe groans, causing all of the adults to chuckle.

Everyone stands, following the servant to the dining room. You and Roy are the last ones to leave.

You curtsey to him, "Lord Kent."

"You play beautifully," he says, offering his arm to you.

"Thank you, sir," you place your hand in the crook of his arm and you both follow the group.

You feel your cheeks heat up as your father looks over his shoulder to see you with Roy. He gives you a wink before looking forward.

[heejayy]

Shuri U. || Butterflies

Warning • none

Genre • fluff

Pairing • tattoo artist! Shuri x fem! Black Reader

You've always wanted a tattoo, but your mother was against it, which disappointed you, but you're an adult now, and you have the freedom to do what you want. So you asked a few friends for tattoo artist recommendations, and they all agreed on the same person, Shuri.

So there you were, standing outside her shop, staring up at a bright neon sign.

"OK, I can do this," you said shakily, reaching for the door handle. When you walked in, you felt a wave of comfort wash over you; she had abstract paintings on the wall, as well as graffiti art, a few examples of her work, and some inspirational quotes; it felt very homey.

“Hello? "Is Shuri here?" There was a little shuffling in the back, and then she emerged from one of the rooms.

"Hi, I'm so sorry I didn't hear you come in; how may I help you?" She smiled warmly.

"I made an appointment for the butterfly tattoos yesterday."

"Oh yes, follow me," you did, and her private room was well-organized, with low afro-beats playing in the background and a warm vanilla scent floating around.

"Would you prefer them on your forearm?" She questioned while she set up her station. You nodded sitting in the leather recliner chair, staring at her with doe eyes as she got everything prepared. You admired her hand tattoo, which trailed all the way up her arm and behind her ear.

"What kind of tattoo do you have?" You asked, pointing to her hand, she looked down for a second before returning your gaze.

"It's a tribal tattoo, Sthandwa," your face flushed from the nickname she gave you, 'oh,' you muttered.

"OK, let's get started, which arm?" she asked asked putting on her gloves. You gave her your right one, she tore open an alcohol wipe and started wiping your arm.

"Do you want me to freestyle or do you prefer something else?" When she spoke to you, you almost stumbled over your words.

"Uh, you can freestyle," she said, smirking, "ight' bet."

She turned on the machine, drew her chair closer to you, leaned down, and started working on your arm. Her perfume filled your senses; it was soft ambery vanilla with a floral hint; everything about her seems so soft, even the touch of her hands as she touched your arm. You were nervous because she was so close to you, but you couldn't deny she was very attractive. You admired her confidence in how she spoke and carried herself, it was sexy.

"How are you doing so far?" She asked interrupting your train of thought.

“Oh yeah I’m doing good, hurts a little but it’s bearable” she nodded going back to work.

“So this your first tattoo?”

“Yeah I wanted something simple” she hummed nodding.

"So you came here by yourself, Sthandwa? "No friend or a boyfriend to join you?"

"Um no, my friends were busy, and I don't necessarily like...guys," you chuckled, shaking your head. She cocked her brow and smirked.

"Oh no boys? "What about girls?" You chuckle, nodding, you felt that nervous feeling return; instead of feeling the pain from the tattoo, you feel butterflies flutter in your stomach.

"Interesting," she said, and you giggled, flirtatiously looking at her.

"What exactly do you mean by interesting?"

"Well," she began before returning to dip the pen in more ink, "I was thinking that after I finish this, I was going to ask you out to dinner, but only if you're interested."

“Well only if you’re paying” you joke.

"Ight no problem."

She turned off the machine and set it down, then grabbed some soothing gel and rubbed it over your tattoo before wrapping it in plastic wrap.

"All done, pretty girl,"

"I love it! How much?" You beamed eyeing the results.

"No charge if you come with me tonight," she said, her eyes bright and hopeful.

"I wouldn't say no," you said shyly. She handed you a sticky note with her phone number on it before leading you back to the lobby.

"Thank you; I've texted you so you have my phone number. I'll see you later tonight."

She winked at you “see ya.”

Tags 💌 : @abenomeiiii @lustfulbarbie @queerponcho

Shuri’s Masterlist

©heejayy 2023 — any reposts or translations of my works outside of tumblr are strictly prohibited unless granted permission 🤍

[rangerbarbz]

Love is but a Walk in the Park

Disclaimer: This is the second part of a series I am starting about the reader dating Ford while they are in college. Once again, I really appreciate the support, and I hope everyone enjoys it!

Summary: Ford and the reader are going on their first date after the reader drunkenly confesses their feelings to him.

“So, are y’all boyfriend and girlfriend, or what?”

You made eye contact with your roommate in the mirror of your bathroom. You were finishing up applying mascara. “I mean…maybe? I think so. I don’t know,” you answered. You turned around to face her. “Okay. How do I look?” You did a little spin for her. You were wearing an orange halter top with matching flared pants. You ironed some flower patches onto your back pockets last night to spruce them up a bit, as well.

Your roommate nodded in approval with a grin on her face. “You look foxy!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “He’s going to drop dead when he sees you.” After she said that, there was a knock at the door. “Ooh! There’s your lover boy now!” She handed your purse to you. “Go get em’, girl.”

“Thank you so much. I’ll tell you about it when I get back,” you replied excitedly. You opened the door to see a very well-dressed Ford. He was wearing a yellow button-up tucked into nice blue jeans, and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal his muscular, slightly hairy forearms. He was holding a bouquet of purple lilacs that were wrapped in a white ribbon.

You gasped. “Ford, these are beautiful! You got these for me?”

He handed you the flowers. “Of course. Do you like them?” he asked shyly.

“Like them? I love them!” you gushed, throwing your arms around his neck. He chuckled and hugged you back as you breathed in his scent. He smelled like bourbon and trees. This must have been some new cologne because he had never smelled like this before. Did he wear this just for you?

“Let me put these in my room, and I’ll be right back out,” you said with a huge smile on your face. You opened the door to your roommate standing there with a vase already filled with water.

“I’ll take those,” she stated, grabbing the bouquet delicately and putting them in the vase. “I was eavesdropping on y’all, so I went ahead and got this ready for you,” she said with a wink.

You laughed. “Thanks! You’re the best!” you replied, waving at her, and walking back out to Ford. He had a slight blush on his face. “Where are you taking me, handsome?” you asked, hooking your arm around his. This caused his face to redden even more. You loved making him flustered.

“Well, uh, I was wanting to take a walk in the park with you…gorgeous.” Your heart fluttered in your chest at his pet name for you. This was going to be a good day.

                                                                                | At the Park |

It was a beautiful sunny day at the park y’all went to. There were flowers everywhere and some peculiar playground equipment that included a life-size chess game. It seemed as if maybe it was more for adults rather than children which interested you. Ford’s attention quickly went to the large Rook piece that was sat a couple of yards across from him. He looked at the piece and back at you. “Do you know how to play?” Ford asked giddily.

You smiled back at him. He was adorable when he got excited. “I actually don’t, but I would be happy to learn.” He beamed at you taking your hand in his and leading you towards the board game.

“What color would you like to be?”

“Hmm,” you wondered. “I’ll be white, if that’s okay with you.”

“That’s perfectly fine! I always choose black anyways.” He then began to explain to you the rules of the game thoroughly, but he might as well have been talking to a brick wall. You couldn’t focus on anything when the sunshine was hitting his whiskey eyes just right, and the wind was blowing his hair in a way that it made look bouncy. If this was the desert, then he was your pitcher of water.

“Does that make sense?” he interrupted your daydreaming.

You snapped back to reality. “Yes. Definitely.” It didn’t, and he had to help you a lot, but he didn’t mind. It was an excuse to come over and guide you. He admired your concentrated face and the way your nose scrunched when you were thinking hard. It was a sight he was taking a mental picture of.

As you were picking up and moving a piece across the board, Ford said, “I love the patches you put on.” You turned your head over your shoulder to look at him. You were going to mess with him.

“Ford Pines, were you looking at my butt?”

He began stuttering to explain himself. “No! I mean, yes, I was, but not in that way! Not to objectify you. Your butt looks nice. NO! The patches do, but not that your butt doesn’t-‘’ Ford stumbled over his words.

You burst into laughter. “I’m just joking with you, Ford. I put those patches on for that exact reason,” you purred, sending a wink his way.

“Oh. I see,” he chuckled. He would never want you to think that he only wanted you for your body. (However, he did want your body.) “I just didn’t want you to think I’m some kind of jerk,” he explained. You walked over to him and put your hands on his broad shoulders.

“Ford. You don’t have a jerky bone in your body. I have never once thought that about you,” you reassured him. You looked back at the chess game. “Since you’re about to win, would you like to go for a walk?” He smiled back at you.

“Yes. I would like that very much.” You took his hand into yours and started your walk in the park. You and Ford sniffed flowers, went down elaborately built slides, and climbed fake rock walls. There was so much to do at this park, and it truly was a fun time.

After doing some goofy poses with some statues, you both decided it was time to get something to eat. You continued your stroll together until you reached the end of the sidewalk. To your left was a little stand called “The Snack Shack” that smelled delicious. It had an ice cream cone and a hot dog painted on the side and was covered in red and white stripes.

“Ooh, this place looks good Ford! Do you want to eat here?” you asked, looking at him. He was already looking at you with a warm smile on his face. He darted his head to the building to make it look like he wasn’t already staring at you, even if it was obvious.

“Sure! My treat,” he answered, as y’all walked towards the check out. An older man in a Hawaiian shirt was standing behind the check-out. Next to the register lay a sleeping cat. It was a light orange, but the first thing you noticed was his paws.

You gasped. “Look Ford!” He was studying the menu above him, so you grabbed his arm to get his attention. “This cat is like you!” The cat woke up with a big yawn and stretched out. This cat has six toes on each foot.

Ford giggled. “How about that. It’s polydactyl. Extraordinary. What’s its name?” The cat rubbed its head against his hand and purred at the affection it was receiving. The man at the counter chuckled.

“Her name is Hex,” said the man fondly. “She’s my baby. Had her since the day she was born.” His gaze was drawn to Ford’s hand. His face began to look confused, and you were ready to sock this guy in the nose if he had anything smart to say. “How about that,” he laughed. “That’s something you don’t see every day. You got six digits, too! You know they say that’s supposed to be good luck, or something.”

Ford looked at you with a twinkle in his eye. “I would say so.”

                                                                                | At the Bench |

Ford and you sat on a bench finishing up the pretzels and soda he got you two. A mother duck and her babies swam around in the pond in front of you, diving for food. You were under the shade of two trees, and a few people jogged on the asphalt track around the pond. It was perfect.

You leaned your head on his shoulder and observed the scenery around you. “Ford, this has been such an amazing day,” you sighed dreamily. He put his arm around you and scooted you closer to him.

“I concur. I have truly enjoyed this day with you, Y/N,” he replied softly. You could fall asleep you were so relaxed, but you wanted to spend as much time as you could with him at this moment. You looked up at him; he was a vision. You decided to make a move.

You removed his arm from around you and sat on your knees to face him. His head had turned to look at you, as well. You held your hand against his stubbly cheek. He jumped a bit but quickly leaned into it. “Ford… Can I kiss you?” You were so nervous asking. You weren’t used to making the first move, but you guessed so wasn’t he.

His face went red. “Yes please.” He seemed eager. You grinned and began to inch your face towards his. “But wait.” You stopped. “This is my first kiss, so I apologize if it’s bad, “he apologized. You were now millimeters away from his lips. You ran your hands into the side of his hair.

“Let me be the judge of that.” You pressed your lips into his. Every nerve in your body lit up. He sighed contently when your lips touched his. It was heaven. He tasted like the Cola you were just drinking earlier, but you didn’t mind. His mouth was so soft. Ford’s hands had trouble figuring out where to be until you placed them on your waist. His strong hands moved down to your hips to squeeze them. You moaned which seemed to fire up Ford a bit. He separated from the kiss to plant his lips on the side of your jaw. He left a trail of kisses down your neck making you shiver.

You would have loved to keep going, but it seemed that Ford forgot y’all were in public. Those joggers from earlier were coming around the curve any second now. You held his face in your hands to make eye contact with him. “Easy there, tiger, we got an audience.” His face went red, and he awkwardly waved hello as two people in athletic wear speedwalked pass you two.

As soon as they were gone, he cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately. His hands were exploring the exposed skin of your back. He unlocked your lips and looked into your eyes. You knew your face was flushed, and his pupils were insanely dilated. “I’m sorry, my dear. You are just so intoxicating,” he whispered. You could feel arousal building up inside you. You craved more of him.

“Should we take this somewhere more private?” you suggested.

                                                                                                | THE END |

Author’s Note: Third part: yay or nay?

[professormaximoff]

Step-Mom!Natasha x Step-Daughter!Reader

Laundry Mix up

Warnings: Slight age gap, readers 21 and Natasha is in her early 30s , there is smut near the end of this so if you don’t want to read that then I do not recommend this story, mommy kink was thrown in at the last second :/

If anything needs ti be added here please don’t be afraid to tell me!

Summary:You find a pair of your panties in your step-mothers laundry, what in the world were they doing there?

Beginning note: Your dad in this story is around 45 (a bit older however you want to depict it) so this just means hes not nats age and he was around 25 when u were born. Okay enjoy!

“Y/n could you please take my clothes out the dryer for me please? Im need to run to the store.” Natasha says, while you lie in bed.

“Yeah no problem.” You tell your step-mother, she sends you a grateful smile before leaving your room and heading to the store. You continue reading a book you had just picked up, that was frankly very boring. The main character has like three love interests and none are interesting.

You read for a couple minutes before heading downstairs to your laundry room. Once inside you hear the machine stop at the perfect time. You take clumps of clothes and throw them into a basket lying on the floor. You thought you had finished till you saw one piece of clothing left in the back of the dryer. A pair of pink panties. Your panties to be specific. What were they doing in Nat’s clothes? How long has she even had them? Had she worn them?

Admittedly the thought of Natasha wearing your panties turned you on, but all thoughts came to a halt when you heard a car pull into the driveway. You hear the front door open and clothes so you quickly shove your undergarments into your pocket.

“Y/n, baby did you manage to get my clothes out the dryer?” You hear Natasha yell out. You can’t seem to reply back, still processing that your step-mother had gotten a hold of your panties. “Y/n?” She calls out again after not hearing a reply.

“Ah yeah I just grabbed it.” You say.

“Perfect, thank you!” She yells from the other room. You don’t know how to bring this up to Natasha. Should you just take them and say nothing? No, she might think they are hers, and a pair of panties just went missing. It's best to just tell her there was a tiny mix up. Hopefully it will go smoothly.

You walk into the kitchen where you see her storing food in the cabinets. She has to reach up so you get to see her shirt riding up slightly and expose her back. You quickly clear your mind before clearing your throat to catch her attention. She turns with a smile on her face when she sees you.

“Hi baby, did you need anything?” She asks sweetly.

“Uh yeah I just wanted to ask you a question.” You say shyly. She nods signaling for you to continue. “Um well I just wanted to know, um it’s kinda dumb but uh why did you have my underwear washed with your clothes?” You finally ask. You see her smile falter slightly and eyebrows raise.

“O-oh um I’m sorry.” She giggles nervously, “I didn’t even notice they were in there I might have just thought they were mine.” She says with a shaky break. You weren’t fully hooked on her excuse but there wasn’t much else to say.

“It’s all right, I just wanted to know.” You say smiling before walking away. What you didn’t hear was the huge breath Natasha released.

‘Shit how did I forget I threw those in my load today.’ Natasha mentally curses herself. Although sad she lost your pink panties she was relieved that she wasn’t caught. She’d just get them back the way she had first gotten them anyways.

Once the worry left her body she started up dinner for you and her to eat since your dad was away on a business trip once again. Not that she minded being left alone with you, she was actually always happy to hear her husband would be gone for a week. After all, you were her favorite obsession person.

By the time Natasha finished up dinner it was already 5:30. So she quickly set the plates and served you and herself food, leaving the food on the table before heading up to your room. She knocks on your door and hears a faint ‘come in’.

“Foods ready.” She says with a soft smile, you throw her a smile as well before leaving your phone on your bed to walk downstairs with her. Once down stairs the smell of beef stroganoff hits your nose.

“Ooh my favorite, if I didn’t know you any better I would say you're trying to impress me.” You tease causing her to let out a laugh making your stomach flutter. She was trying to impress you but you didn’t need to know that.

“You wish, go sit down while I get our drinks.” She says and makes her way to the fridge.

“Alright bossy.” You say, causing her to roll her eyes. You are seated waiting patiently, she comes back with two glasses of iced water. “Thank you.” You sing and blow a kiss her way. She chuckles at your actions before she begins eating. The two of you start with light conversation which then leads to you telling Natasha about an annoying boy in one of your classes.

“I swear Nat each time I hear him talk I just want to slap him so he shuts up!” You say frustrated. “He can’t keep his mouth shut for more than a minute, and the professor says nothing.”

“Maybe your professor is tired dealing with annoying students.” She claims, making you scoff.

“Uh if anything he’s tired of his bullshit like everyone in the class, because me, i'm an absolute angel.” You joke.

“Uh-huh if you're such an angel, why did I have to go out at 2 am to pick you up at a bar very drunk.” You gasp.

“How dare you, you said we would never bring that up again.” You say acting offended. “Also if anything you're less of an angel.” You accuse her.

“Oh yeah? How so?” She questions.

“I don’t think having your step-daughter's panties makes you such a saint.” You tease her. Natashas cheeks turn red, the reddest you’ve ever seen. You let out a low laugh before saying, “I’m only teasing.” She sends a glare your way causing you to shudder. Her stare is incredibly sexy, you couldn’t help yourself.

“Finish your food.” She orders.

“Yes ma’am.” Is the last thing you say before indulging in her food once again causing Natasha to smile. Once the two of you finish eating Natasha gathers the plates to wash, you insist on helping her but she simply brushes you off saying you needed a shower.

“That's rude, I smell fantastic.” It’s true you did, you had on her favorite perfume that she would steal every once in a while to spray on her clothes. She thought of it as having a piece of you with her.

“I don’t care, shower now or we won’t go watch that movie tomorrow.” She threatens.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.” She responds

“Fine, but only cause I don't want to miss that new puss in boots movie with my favorite person.” You tease, causing her to laugh. As you head out the kitchen Nat watches you go seeing your hips sway slightly.

‘I will get those panties back tonight.” She tells herself. You were right she was no saint, she has at least 5 pairs of your undergarments and touches herself to the thought of you constantly. She feels guilty at times but the pleasure always overthrows the guilt.

When Natasha finishes washing the dishes she turns the kitchen light off to head upstairs. She hears the shower running so she takes her chance to retrieve your underwear. When she steps inside she is met with the warmth of your room. Your room was always very cozy; she enjoyed being there. Before she got even more sidetracked she made her way to her favorite part of your room. Your underwear drawer. In there she saw a new pair she hadn’t seen before, purple lace with a tiny bow on the front. She contemplates taking those instead but she tells herself you would get even more suspicious. She scurries to look for your pink panties but she finds herself not able to.

As she keeps looking she doesn’t hear your bedroom door open. Seeing Nat go through your underwear drawer was the last thing you expected to see when you came to grab your phone. Was she looking for those pink panties? Or different ones?

“Nat?” You call out, causing her to get startled. She slams your drawer shut and backs away from it quickly. You weren’t mad at her if anything this made you beyond happy. You’d always had a slight crush on Natasha, your father was never home so you’ve gotten close, very close.

“Y/n?! What are you still doing in your clothes? I thought I told you to shower?” Natasha says trying to distract you. Obviously failing since you can’t seem to erase the image out of your head.

“I came back to get my phone so I could play music…what were you looking in there for?” You ask with a smirk. You see her face flushed red once again, just like during dinner.

“I was simply looking for a sweater because it’s cold and I ran out.” She says pretty confidently. Her statement makes you laugh causing her to furrow her brows. You step closer to her in which she stays in place watching your every move.

“If I remember correctly you just washed all your clothes and in that load I took out earlier you had a sweater in there, as well as these.” You pull out the infamous pink panties that you had forgotten to put away from your pocket causing Natasha's eyes to widen. You step closer to her till your bodies touch. “You really are no saint Natty.” You hear Natasha whimper softly.

You lean in slowly giving her enough time to pull away, but you see no resistance so you close the distance between the two of you. Her lips are softer than you imagined, the kiss is better than you imagined, and hearing the sigh that came out of Natashas mouth was better than you imagined. Natasha’s hands wrap around your neck to bring you closer while yours grip her hips. The kiss quickly turns needy and messy.

“Nat get on the bed.” You order her, which she quickly complies. You look at the beauty in front of you. How was your dad willing to leave her every other week? Enough questioning, you're grateful he’s a sleazy husband or else you wouldn’t be with Nat right now. You make your way to her towering over her, you lean down to kiss her once more. Her hands make their way into your hair. Your tongue runs across her bottom lip causing her to gasp into your mouth. You start tugging the hem of her shirt before you pull away, making Natasha whine. “Can I take it off?”

“Now look whos no saint, asking to take her step-mothers shirt off.” She teases.

“At least I ask for the clothes.” You tease back causing her to shy away from you. “Now tell me can I take your shirt off Natty.” She quickly nods and helps you take it off. Her breasts are on display being covered with a black lace bra. You pepper kisses on the exposed areas leading yourself back up to her lips. It’s her turn to take your shirt off, she swiftly removes it, throwing it to the side. She reaches for you again as if your lips being apart causes her pain. Soon the two of you get rid of your clothes only leaving both of your panties to be removed.

“Mmm you know what since you probably have more of my panties why don’t I just take these.” You say as you slip Natasha’s panties off. “God they’re so wet, I just bet you’re soaking.” And you're right with her cunt on full display for you, you can see her glistening folds. You stuff them under your pillow before leaning down to take one of her tits into your mouth.

“God baby please, I need you!” Natasha yelps.

“Yeah? I bet you do, how many times does he leave you unsatisfied?” You question as you caress her face.

“All the time, the thought of you is the only thing that helps.” She admits. You lean down to kiss her forehead before leaving a trail of kisses down her body till your head is in between her beautiful legs. “Please…please touch me baby.” Natasha pleads. With that you lower your head to kiss her clit. Nat lets out a tiny sigh of relief then a loud moan when your tongue licks a long stipe against her soaking cunt.

“Oh natty you taste so good.” Is the last thing you say before you fully indulge. Her taste is something you get to try again and again. You firmly suck on her clit before letting it go with a ‘pop’. Natasha gasps out when she feels your fingers against her velvety walls. The menstruation on her clit never stops, your tongue works wonders against her. Pleasure is all she feels and thinks about in that moment, never in her life had she received pleasure like this. Your fingers stay at a steady pace till Natasha speaks up.

“Oh fuck, fuck me harder baby please!” Who were you to deny such pleasure to this goddess? With your fingers pumping in and out of her and the stimulation on her clit Natasha knew she would last much longer. You take a second to look up at her and see her head thrown back while she pinches her nipples.

“Natty look at me.” It takes her a second to register your words before she looks down at you. The sight of you right in between her legs sends a jolt of pleasure within her stomach. “I know you're close, let go for me, cum all over your baby's face.” Your words are pushing her closer over the edge. She brings a hand down to tangle into your hair and grinds herself on your face.

“Yes I’m so close please don’t stop.” She whines. A couple more thrusts of your finger and rolls of her hips is enough to have a huge wave of pleasure wash over her entire body. When you feel Natasha freeze you slow down the pace of your fingers but keep the menstruation on her clit the same. Once you see her begin to relax you slowly stop all movements till you slip your fingers out of her. When she's caught her breath you lean up to kiss her in which Natasha lets out a moan when she tastes herself on your lips. Once your lips separate you settle next to her and pull a blanket of the two of you.

Natasha continues to kiss down your neck and whispers in your ear. “Let me return the favor, baby.” Causing you to let out a low groan.

“You don’t have to, I’d understand if you didn’t want to.” You answer sheepishly.

“Oh believe me I really want to.” She says before kissing your cheek and pulling back to see your face. She sees a nervous look on your face that confuses her. “I mean unless you don't want to?” She asks. You immediately shake your head.

“No I want to, I just never really had others return the favor cause they were too tired.” You confessed.

“Oh baby I so badly want to make you come I’ve dreamt about it many times you know.” She says looking deep into your eyes. You squirm under her gaze but that soon stops when she holds your face in her hand. “Now tell me, do you want me to make you feel good or would you rather lay here horny and frustrated?” She says with no shame. It takes you a second to respond but before you know it words fly out of your mouth.

“Make me feel good please.” You whine.

“That's all I needed to know baby.” Natasha quickly lifts herself up straddling you lap grinding her heat near yours. Natasha shifts slightly so her right leg goes under your left and props your leg on her arm. “Have you ever tried this?” You shake your head. “Do you want to?” She questions. You quickly nod your head. “Words baby, I need to hear you.”

“Please touch me however you want Natty, I just want you to make me feel good.” You plead, with that Natasha smirks. Slowly she moves her hips up causing the both of you to feel immense pleasure. Natashas cunt is warm against yours, she continues the movement of her hips and with each thrust your clits skim each other. “That feels so good.” You moan.

“Yeah? How good baby? Tell me.”

“So good, I’ve never felt like this.” You say before being interrupted by a moan ripping through your throat when Natasha picks up the speed. The sight of Natasha on top of you with her breasts bouncing perfectly was driving you insane. “I'm so close please let me cum!”

“Yell my name baby.” She demands.

“Natty please!”

“That's not my name right now baby.” Her statement leaves you a bit stunned, was she implying what you think she was. “Come on say my name and you can cum all over my cunt baby.” Her thrusts begin to slow down causing you to yell out.

“Mommy please don’t stop! Let me cum.” The name leaves a satisfied smile on her face.

“I won’t stop baby, you’re doing so good.” She praises her pace begins to pick up as she says, “Cum with me baby, mommy is so close too.” Her words are what does it for you, letting ecstasy fall over you like a blanket. Natasha continues her thrusts to drive her over the edge and let you ride out your orgasm. Once the both of you calm down Natasha removes herself from on top of you and lays down next to you. Faintly in the background Natasha can hear a noise.

“Is the water still running?” Natasha questions.

“Oh shit I forgot to turn it off.” You say sitting up.

“Wasted so much water.” Nat exaggerates. You throw a pillow at her which she gasps at.

“It's your fault I got distracted and forgot I left it on.” You say smiling at her. “Come on since it's on we might as well go get cleaned up.” You say getting up and offering her your hand. Reluctantly she takes it and lets you lead her to the bathroom. You make sure the waters warm before stepping in and opening the curtain for Nat to step in. She basks in the warm water while you push her hair out of her face letting it rinse in the water. The two of you wash each other while stealing kisses on the lips, forehead, shoulders and necks.

By the end of the shower you had to run out quickly to get Natasha a towel since you had only brought one. “Here, let's dry you quickly so you don't get sick.” You say drying her hair first. She laughs as you dry it cause you’re just rubbing her hair making it fall on her face.

“Okay that's enough baby thank you.” She smiles and gives you a quick kiss. The two of you step out of the shower and head to your separate rooms to quickly get dressed. Natasha finishes before you so she goes to your room and sees you pulling your shirt over her head. She knocks on the doorway getting your attention, you smile when you see her standing there in a white nightgown. You walk yourself over to her and bring her closer to your body. “Would you want to come sleep with me in my bed?” She asks timidly. You take a second to think before answering.

“Nope.” She frowns, letting a quiet ‘oh’ leave her lips. “I won’t sleep with you in your bed because you're sleeping in mine.” You immediately scoop her up and throw her over your shoulder causing her to yelp loudly. Tossing her onto the bed you jump in with her.

“That was unnecessary.” She says as you settle next to her under the covers. You simply shrugged your shoulders bringing her closer to you. “Who would have thought you're such a hugger?” She teases. You quickly let go of her, afraid you crossed some sort of boundary. As if the two of you didn't just fuck… “Oh baby I’m only joking, you can hold me if that's what you want.” When you don't grab her again she takes it upon herself to scoot closer to you and bring you into her embrace.

It feels warm and welcoming, you could get used to it you tell yourself. She runs her fingers through your wet hair carefully brushing through any tangles you might have missed.

“Is this all going to stop when dad comes back home?” You ask quietly. Natasha takes a second to think of her answer.

“I mean I don’t want it to.” She says. “We probably won't be able to do what we just did but I wouldn’t mind exploring what this could be.” She says truthfully. “Do you regret what we just did?” It's her turn to ask a question.

“I could lie and say I did but god Nat, time with you is nothing but enjoyable.” You say smiling up at her. She sends you a smile too but a slightly sad one. “Do you regret it?” You slowly question. She immediately shakes her head but when tears start to form in her eyes you start to question it. “Oh god you do.” You instantly worry seperating yourself from her. “ It’s okay we can just pretend this never happened, um I understand if your gonna need-”

“Oh baby no, I regret nothing and I mean it.” She quickly interjects as she grabs your face. “It’s silly but I don’t know how I’m going to act with your father when all I’m gonna want to do is be in your arms instead of his.” She confesses.

“We’ll figure it out won't we?”

“Yeah we will over time, but I guess we worry about all that later.” Natasha says. And she’s right because all you wanted to do at that moment was to hold her and not worry about what's going to happen next week when your father returns.

Theres probs a ton of grammer errors so please don’t mention them :,)

Besides that, there’s a couple of drabbles that i thought about while writing this so if you guys are interested please lmk and I can get started on those. Or if u have any ideas on a drabble i wouldn’t mind writing it either!

Tumblr was being a little bit of dick while editing this so sorry if some things look funky :(

Okay thats enough have a good day or night! <3

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ARE YOU FREE?

VAL + MLIST ; Happy Valentine's! It doesn't intrude on anyone if you'll be spending the particular day this month brings in, alone, we can spend it together with these one-shots I've prepared just for you, hoping it would send passion to you.

[ male ver. ] — Albedo, Bennett, Scaramouche, & Venti

ALBEDO

We all know Albedo is a busy person and he’s always on the road to get his work done like it was a duty of some sort. He's just always assured, kind, and people respect him for that and they're always delighted whenever they see him around.

now, it's just all strange for him to be toiling right now, So, why? that's because he's been aiming to ask a specific person out on a date but... He's anxious, he admits that.

After all, who wouldn't? your smile, appearance, and demeanor, everything about you is flawless, no matter what it looks like from an outside perspective. He knows that, he has glimpsed it a ton of times before, and yet... It still makes his stomach do distracting flips every time you look at him, how warmly you beam at him, how your eyes glow with such happiness whenever you speak to him.

—

One day, he (finally) went to your apartment, You were there already, of course, as you always were. you were occupied by the book you're going over since you seem to enjoy reading those sometimes, Albedo thought, he wouldn't mind reading books you're interested in just so he could have more chatters with you, he loves having conversations with you, he really does.

"...Pardon?" you peeked up from your book and stared at him as if he suddenly sprouted new heads in front of your face, he blinks back confused. "ah—... I was wondering if you're free this whole week, so I could take you out on a date." he asked, hoping he didn't sound too eager or needy.

Oh. oh boy, he said that, didn't he? you look at him with sparkling eyes, "A-Are you sure...? Don't you have other things to do? I mean, I don't want to burden you with—" you tried to reason, but his hand covering yours interrupted you, he smiles softly at you.

"I... Want to be able to spend this year's Valentine's with... you... so if you'd let me..." he smiled shyly at you. You can feel your heart warming at how adorable he's being, right now. "Besides, It's always you asking me to spend my days with you, so I want to return the favor. So please, let me treat you this Valentine's Day," he added in a whisper, making your heart thud wildly against your chest.

you couldn't help yourself, you felt the same butterflies he gives you every single time he says something like this, "not just for that upcoming day, I like the idea of spending my next year's valentines with you as well." You blush slightly and look down shyly, you feel his gentle fingers lifting your chin to make you look at him again. "so...?"

"Of course, I would go out with you... Like usual." you covered your whole face with your hands, embarrassed but also relieved and happy at the same time, you turn red and he thinks it makes you look even more adorable.

BENNETT

Bennett had gotten used to how his everyday work, thanks to his extraordinarily bad luck in life was going to be the same way every day. He couldn't believe that he actually thought of asking you out for the upcoming Valentine's When he know you'd just deny his request just like everyone else.

The past years were just him attempting to get a date with somebody, but it never appeared to work out for him. It all ended the same way as it always did, and he didn't want to go back to living in that embarrassing state ever again. He would rather keep living an average life with just one date at a time, than risk it.

But the idea of going on a date and being able to spend the whole day with you, or at least an hour, sounded like heaven. If only there was a way for him to have the guts to do it, that is.

—

"Y-Y/n... Have you planned how you'll be spending your Valentine's yet?" He had managed to ask you once during lunch break. It felt weird talking about such a personal thing, even though the two of you were practically best friends by now.

you gave him a weird look, before responding, "Hm maybe, maybe not. Unless you're planning on asking me out?" you asked with a teasing grin. You had been trying to make him flustered since you both met each other four months ago at the library, and guess what? it always works.

Your sudden statement made him flustered, causing him to blush to deepened, even deeper than the color of a tomato itself, Even though the two of you already knew each other pretty well, he still get embarrassed whenever you say something like that all of a sudden, You were always so confident whenever you talk with him.

He admired that kind of self-assurance you possess and the fact that you could be so secure around him as well. But then, when he thought back to earlier events, he realized that you were probably right this time. That you probably would've accepted his confession anyway. So why would he waste this chance?

It took him a while to accept that you didn't think of him as any sort of a jerk, just like everybody else, whatever! you're different than other people. here you were, flirting with him and letting out things like that. He just could never get enough of you.+if this was a dream, like what he think it is, he just prayed to archons to not let him wake up

SCARAMOUCHE

People knew Scaramouche is a bastard. No one would dare question, bother, or even irritate him. He doesn’t even try to hide his cruelty, but this demonstrates that people only look at somebody's negative characteristics when they don't have enough evidence of anything else to go off of. His personality was not the problem though, it’s what he does with it that was. It was like he didn’t know how to be anything other than unkind, he was a cruel person, That's what everyone thinks.

But this? This side of him making scenarios of spending Valentine's with a certain person? just weird as HELL and absolutely out of character for him. So, what was going on here?

He knows it's bizarre and all that he is doing is being creepy, but it doesn't mean he isn't a little bit eager over the idea of having to do something for someone, not at all, literally.

Seriously, though, the thought of doing something that's purely for Valentine's? the idea of receiving gifts that can also serve as a way to make the recipient feel special and worshiped? that's what he yearns for. It makes him pleased, it makes him feel adequate, it makes him feel particular, that's why he wants to give you gifts to let you attain that feeling,

—

"Hey, Y/n." he greets you gently once he walks into the classroom. Your head snaps up, your eyes locking onto his own before widening slightly. He sneered, offering a small wave which you return timidly as he takes the seat in front of you.

"What?" you ask, baffled. "Do you want me to give you the answer to the questions I'm supposed to for the analysis—" You were about to continue, but he held up his hand.

"Nah," he responds casually, leaning against the seat and folding his arms behind his head. "Then what do you need?" you rolled your eyes at him, that's what he had always found interesting about you, being able to talk to him without actually being scared just like other people, he wasn't sure why that was so attractive to him.

"Oh come on, I haven't seen you since earlier. I've been dying to talk to you again." he grinned, leaning forward in anticipation of your response. He was genuinely curious as to how your day went, seeing as no one ever talked to you unless it was for class, well...that's how he saw it anyway.

"Just go straight to the point."

"Fine, will you go on a date with me?" You raised an eyebrow at him, shocked by the question. You didn't see him as a person who took an interest in going on dates, so hearing him asking if you were available seemed odd to say the least, "Actually, Scratch that. You'll be going out with me." He corrected himself. You blinked at him once more, "I didn't even say anything yet!" Your eyes squint, As Expected, this dude wouldn't take no for an answer, he's going to try and force you into saying yes.

VENTI

So Valentine's huh? It's where people spend the day with the person they like, is it? Venti thought maybe he should ask you out, you'd accept right? of course you would.

you're the kindest, gentlest soul Venti has ever met, so it only brings in the sense that his heart could be the property of someone as gentle and sweet and caring as you.

But imagine how you'd reject his offer like how he discovered that you rejected others as well? He's not sure if his heart could handle being rejected by the most amazing person in the world, if you rejected him, he would just let the floor swallow him whole.

He knew that was too much to hope for him, but he couldn't help himself at the same time. If your heart belonged to someone else he would be able to move on without any pain, but if it didn't then he wouldn't know what to do with himself anymore. His emotions were all over the place lately.

He wouldn't be able to survive another rejection or even think about having one. His chest is already full enough with the two previous times your rejection crushed him into a million pieces. I mean, Not like you rejected him directly, you just kind of didn't get his pick-up line that (no offense but it did...) sounded stupid.

—

"W-What?! You're seriously not planning to take me on a 'wine' date, are you?" you asked incredulously, raising your eyebrow in annoyance.

Venti's face lit up like a child when he heard you say, "Hm? What? I suddenly can't hear anything! Bleh— of course not! What do you take me for, huh? Also even If I'm planning to do that which I am, I have enough money to treat the both of us, don't you worry, heh!"

You rolled your eyes and sighed, "if you made me pay for our date I'll kill you." you said, trying not to look as flustered as you felt. You had been with Venti for almost three months now since he confessed to you during his latest birthday party when he was drunk off his ass and he said he wanted to go on a date with you. And every time it gets better and better.