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p0ssywhippedcream · 1 year

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zuko cuddles 🫶🏻

It had been a long day for everyone. Azula finding you all at the air temple and forcing you to evacuate. Once you had set up camp, you wandered off to go find something to eat while the others did some variant of a chore.

You cooked, laughed together and everything was good for a while. Then you realized as you were setting up your tent that there wasn't enough room for everybody. Katara decided to share with Toph and Suki decided she didn't want to be stuck with Aang and her boyfriend all night so she joined them too. That left you and Zuko with the last tent because everybody else was weary of him and Sokka had already closed off his tent.

Aang pulled you aside and asked, "Are you sure you're okay with this?"

"Yeah," You said, "There's no reason to not use our third tent and I don't want you or the girls to feel crowded."

Then, everybody had settled in, saying their goodnights and sweet dreams and it was just you and Zuko, alone.

Nervously, you smiled at him and asked if he'd like to help you set up the tent. He of course said yes and rushed forward trying to help. It only took a few minutes to realize that the former prince had no idea how to make a tent and you let him sit down as you built it.

"Sorry.." He murmured and you threw a soft smile at him over you shoulder.

"it's okay. I work best by myself anyway." You lifted up the tent door and motioned for him to go in.

You made your bed and then helped him make his gingerly and then curled up, trying to fall asleep. Like always, your luck was against your will. The fire had already been put out and a cold breeze was setting in. Your body heat quickly succumbed to the cold and small shivers racked you.

Looking behind you, you noticed two things. One was that Zuko was already looking at you with those intense gold eyes and two was that he was shivering as well. Well, you'd already been caught so you just rolled over to your side completely and gave him a shaky smile.

"Hey." You offered.

"Hey." He replied.

"You cold?" You asked.

"A little. You?" He supplied.

"Yeah." You said and then there was silence. You tried to think of something to say but most of it was nonsense. Luckily, he spoke.

"We could maybe light the fire again?"

You shook your head, "Aang gets nervous with it lit when we're asleep, Katara too."

"Oh..." He got that cute, thinking face on and pondered the options for a second. With a shaky voice, he said, "Well, I could try to warm you up a little.. you know, with my fire bending?"

Your teeth chattered as you giggled, "Yeah, I assumed... Sure, if you're okay with it?"

He nodded and you scooted your sleeping bag closer until you were a breath away. He gave you an awkward smile and let his hands become warm. Tentatively, he slipped them under your sleeping bag and rubbed them up your bare arms. Immediately, warmth filled your body and you subconsciously scooted closer with a sigh.

it was hard to tell in the dark but you thought you saw a blush on his cheeks. Slowly he moved his hands to your shoulder blades and then on your neck and sides. It was hard to tell when it happened but at some point between him warming up your biceps and your back, you gotten so close, your breath could be felt on his neck.

It made him nervous. Not only because of the times in the past he'd tried to kill you and how forgiving you were being but because with you this close, he could see all your beauty magnified. Your eyelashes trembled on closed eyes, lips stuttered and nose twitched. You were ethereal in the dim blue light of the moon shinning through holes in the tent. It was almost too much for him.

Then he noticed your breath had evened out. it was slower and smoother. You had fallen asleep practically in his arms. Just as he was about to retreat his hands, yours wrapped around his neck and settled on the nape. You were so close, so soft and gentle even In your sleep. Your fingers brushed the short hair as you let out small snores and held him so his chest was to yours.

The thing that really took his breath away was when your legs wove in-between his and your toes kissed his calves. Zuko might have died and gone to heaven. The prettiest person he'd ever met was curled up in his arms and sighing hot wisps of air over him.

Then you mumbled his name gently and squirmed a little, your nose tucked up in his collar bones and he felt himself swoon. How ever would he be able to face you tomorrow?

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p0ssywhippedcream · 8 months

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I have another tt idea I've had brewing, and since you seem eager...

Same set up, apollo x newlyimmortal! wife reader where she sees him in his true, immortal form for the first time. Idk, it's an interesting concept imo, but I hate to milk you for 2 reqs in a row!

Thanks again ✌️🩷!!!

"That's it?"

"W-what do you mean that's it?!" Apollo resolidifies into his usual look just to dramatically gawk at you.

"Well, I was expecting more." You shrug from where you stand on incinerated grass. He took you to a desolate field for this, and in truth it didn't look nearly as impressive as he made it out to be, even if it was a sight to behold.

"More?" He yells again, exaggerating his baffled demeanor. "I just gave you a whole light show!"

"I dunno... could've been cooler." At this point you're just milking it as you fake a yawn behind a hand that stiffles giggles when he throws his arms around and stutters.

"You- I- This is- You're being ridiculous! That beautiful demonstration of power has killed mortals!"

You have to bite your lip to help from laughing when you retort, "What a lame way to die."

"Sunshine, I swear-!" And it's now that he notices the shake of your mouth and the rosy tint in your cheeks as you hold back chortles. "You- You're joking?"

You burst out laughing, tears easily flowing from your eyes as you double over. Apollo watches you with an unimpressed look on his face as he conceals the quick smile that comes from seeing you happy.

When you finally gain control of yourself, you approach him and rub his arms with mirth in your eyes. "It was very cool, baby. Very impressive." You assure him.

Despite his eye roll, a proud smirk takes his lips anyway. "Yeah, yeah, I'm aware."

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p0ssywhippedcream · 8 months

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Apollo & his s/O ding dong ditching the Olympians 😙💞

"We're gonna get smote.."

"Smote? Isn't it smitted?"

"Smote, smotten, smit.."

"Smitten, perhaps." Apollo rubs his chin like a philosopher and you roll your eyes.

"All of the above, option D is nonetheless us getting our asses fried by angry gods. Sound fun to you?"

"A little, it tickles when Big D does it."

You whip your head to look at him. "You call Dionysis Big D?"

Apollo chuckles, shaking his head as he drags you to a large white door, "No, that's Hephaestus, the height went somewhere else. Dionysis is Lil D."

"Ew, Pollo. Did not care to hear about your brothers penis." He raises a clenched fist to the polished wood, glancing in your direction before pounding briefly and dragging you behind a nearby pillar.

"What are you doing?!" You whisper-scream, hearing the telltale thuds of Ares' boots. "We need to get out of here!"

You go to pull him away but he grabs you by your lower back and flattens you against 200 pounds of muscle. With his tanned moobs in your face, your vision is completely blocked but your hearing works just fine as you hear the god of war loudly question a leaf about it's magical disguise.

Finally, with the smell of burnt autumn in the air, Ares retreats back into his chamber and you're left with your giggling boyfriend and a racing heart.

"That was stupid crazy." You state, pushing on Apollo's chest to look up at his giddy expression.

"We remain unsmitten," He kisses your forehead, allowing you to feel the beginnings of a mischievous smirk, "Let's get Hera next."

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p0ssywhippedcream · 8 months

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okay so hypothetically how do u think apollo would feel with a goth gf 🫣

the image this ask is giving me is jus. glowy apollo with the biggest smile on his face that’s covered in dark kiss marks.

He’s such a lover boy for you, so so easily influenced by whatever you wanna do. If you’re tugging him to haunted houses or dreamy bookshops, he’s nearly skipping at your side, happy just to be holding your hand.

You two are total opposites, his sunny self lighting up the dark aesthetic of your house. You’re perched on your counter, sipping chai in a Coraline mug as he busies himself in your kitchen making eggs and toast for you.

“Sunny side up?” He glances at you, watching for a second as you kick your feet and nod.

“Of course.” He cracks the eggs on the pan, skillful fingers prying eggshell apart before tossing them in the trash and wiping his hands on your kiss the cook apron. His hair is messied slightly from last night, deep purple complimenting his neck as you apply the same shade to your lips.

You’re almost finished getting ready but the sun woke up early this morning so you have extra time before work. As Apollo sweats over your stove, you rearrange your bracelets and check your eyeliner in your phone camera. He catches you puckering your lips out of the corner of his eye and absentmindedly leans in for a kiss, smearing violet on your chin as he tastes raspberry.

He pulls away, smacking his now matching lips with a frown, “Is that new?”

You giggle at the visual, “Yeah, it’s that Nyx fat oil.”

He nods, blonde curls bouncing as he returns to the steaming eggs. “It’s a good color on you, especially with that eyeshadow.”

You smile, cupping his cheek as he scoops the eggs onto a plate and peppers them with salt. “It’s a better color on you.”

One of your favorite things about Apollo is his smile, because it’s never half-assed. When he smiles, it’s with all the joy and affection in the world and it glows almost as brightly as his chariot in the sky. You feel it under your palm, growing and shining and you can’t help but hold him gently and cover his face in an array of kisses.

A light red dusting flares beneath the purple marks and when you pull away, he looks almost intoxicated with your affection, eyes glazed and half-lidded. The sound of a pan clattering to the ground brings him back to life, his motor skills slowly coming back to him as he leans down to pick it up with a dazed expression.

When he straightens his back, your hands are on his cheeks again smudging the kiss marks as you smile softly at him. And all he can do is give you a dopey grin as he glows with love for you, casting your doomy kitchen in a golden hue.

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p0ssywhippedcream · 8 months

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I literally rushed when I was it was ticket time

So I've had this idea in my head for a few weeks and I wanna request it. Apollo x immortal reader, but he didn't know they were immortal. Like, he thought they died 500 years ago (because they were mortal beforehand), and they were his lover before they 'died', but he finds out they're alive and were given immortality, but they were too ashamed to tell him by the time they were given immortality. Maybe angst to fluff?

Apollo doesn't cry often. Once, when he lost you and sometimes when he wants to guilt-trip his sister but most of the time choked sobs stay choked until he can swallow them. He doesn't believe in that endophin-releasing mumbo jumbo humans talk about, because crying is embarrassing and unmanly.

533 days since he last cried (and now Uno isn't allowed in Olympus) and it's all gone because here you are, an unfamiliar glow about you as a gaggle of demigods chat with you. He wonders if accompanying them on their journey to meet this new, beautiful goddess was worth it and then you look up and meet his eyes... and it is. It's worth every tear that springs forth, every vocal rasp as he approaches you in confusion.

It's worth the judgmental gazes the half-bloods eye him with as he sinks into your embrace as soon as you spend your arms. Excusing both yourself and Apollo, you gently guide him away from the group that begins pretending to discuss your gracious strategy and unwrap his linked arms from your neck.

"Apollo.." You start, wincing as a shiny tear reflects your horribly impassive face.

"Where did you go?" He sounds more confused and hurt than you've ever heard him.

"I.. it's a long story."

"I've got all the time in the world, and you do too apparently." Even 500 years later in a devestated state, he's the same quick-witted Apollo he's always been. It makes you ache more, wondering how you could ever tell him about the times you stood by an alter of his and hesitated to call upon him.

"You know I couldn't stay there. I had to leave." You offer weakly, the words crumbling beneath his frustrated furrowed brows.

"Everyone thought you had died. You were told to have flung yourself off a cliff! I talked to you just that morning, begged you to marry me and desert that forsaken place and you said you couldn't."

Your hand finds his face and maybe it's because it's your face miserably gazing at him as the polished, perfected and inhuman object touches him but it offends and weakens him. He jerks away from your soft fingers, missing it immediately but holding his ground with a harsh frown.

"I couldn't.. I couldn't do that to you, Pol. You were Lord Apollo and I was your mortal embarrassment, tolerated because of my eventual death. I couldn't let you ruin what you had built for a poor peasant you'd inevitably get bored of."

"But you can't decide that for me!" And it's the way his voice breaks as his eyes plead for you to understand in their bulging, needy way that makes your eyes begin to water too.

"Apo-"

"No!" He's angry, he hates you for stealing what you could have been from him and he hates himself for believing the humans instead of searching until dawn forced his exhausted body to the sky. And he hates how badly he wants your gentle, smoothed palms on his soaked cheeks again, no matter their lack of your personality and hard work. "No! You were my.. my love, I needed you more than I ever needed validation."

You see a demigod make a face at that out of the corner of your eye and if you hadn't witnessed the pitiful mess he'd been when you rejected him for the third time, you might've had a similar reaction.

But you could feel it, deep in your soul that his was speaking directly to you. Maybe being a god did that, made you understand when someone's soul flowed through their tongue.

"I'm sorry." It sounds feeble only because so much more needs to be said, not because you don't mean it. The softer drag of his eyelids tells you he feels it too. "I never stopped loving you, I just couldn't burden you any longer."

Apollo embraced you then, fast and heated and tight. His curls rubbed your shoulder as his nose dug into your collarbone. "I want you to burden me for the rest of our lives. Burden me. Please."

He was not so subtly begging for you to love him again, and how easy it was for your heart to find the beat his sung to and dance in perfect rhythm.

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p0ssywhippedcream · 8 months

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I put req in during the last TT, but it wasn't fulfilled due to what happened to you shortly after. And I don't blame you to be clear! Ive been waiting to resubmit it for next time and now I can! I would like to request an apollo x newly immortal! Wife reader, kinda like a continuation of those wedding night and proposal oneshots. Just something cute where he helps her adjust to immortality/ godhood.

Thanks, and take care! ✌️💋

Hi hun!! omg thank you for being so patient and im so sorry your last tt ask got lost in the storm!!!

❁❁❁❁

"Baby, you know you don't have to do that right?" He's smiling as he snakes a hand around your waist, grinning over your shoulder and meeting your eyes in the mirror.

Your feet shift on the cold tile of the bathroom floor. You look down at your toothbrush held in your hand, halfway through squirting paste on. "I know."

He notices the sadness in your eyes even when they're focused on something else. "Sunshine, what's up?"

You sigh. "You don't know how pointless it all seems now."

"What, all the junk mortals do? Setting alarm clocks and repainting houses and all that?" He nudges your neck with his nose, "It never made sense to me anyway."

"You've never been human, you wouldn't know." Your hand stutters and you set the toothpaste down. Apollo watches as you flick the faucet on and run your brush underneath.

"Are you mad I've made you immortal?" His voice is nervous, lips hesitant to follow through because what if he doesn't want the answer? What if he wants to be selfish and pretend you want it still just so he can keep you?

"No," You decide honestly, pausing to speak before shoving your brush in your mouth, "I just miss the little things."

Apollo stares at you curiously in the mirror as you stubbornly brush your teeth, a chore that could be avoided with a flick of the hand.

"Like?" He asks as you spit.

"Mmm.." Your head tilts and he chases it with a kiss to the cheek before standing tall and hugging your body tighter to his chest. "Laundry. I used to hate it, it takes forever and it's boring and sometimes I'd leave baskets for weeks just to avoid it. But today I went in our closet and my clothes were just... there. And I don't even have to put them on myself or wash them or fold them, they're already perfect all the time."

"And that's an issue?" He's genuinely confused, blonde eyebrows rolling in waves as he considers this.

"My mom spent hours teaching me how to do my laundry. She used to yell at me when I refused to do it. She put so much effort in the task of me having clothes ready and someday I'll forget how to even do it because she'll be dead and so is my need to do anything myself."

Your face is nearly unreadable in the mirror, your gaze on the tap as you rinse your brush until Apollo tugs your chin to face him with a thumb and forefinger.

"You don't want to outlive anyone." He knows it in the tremble of your lashes and the bite marks on your lips. You're anxious of being alone with only him as company and he could let it hurt his feelings but he doesn't. He can't outshine you anymore, even if he tried and he wouldn't want to in the first place.

"I don't know how to... I can't let go of myself, Apollo. My humanity is all I am, I don't know what I would be without my imminent mortality."

Your eyes are pinched and full of fear. You need answers, and he doesn't have them. But you also need familiarity and he can give you that.

"Honey," He gives you a chaste kiss, featherlight touch finding your hands as he pulls you to the bedroom, "You're still you. You just have more time."

You follow him with a furrowed expression as he sets you on the bed.

"Close your eyes." You raise an eyebrow and he makes a pleading face so you comply. "Open."

First, all you note is his body heat next to you and then you notice two laundry baskets full of clothes almost as warm as him.

He's giving you a sheepish smile, legs criss-crossed as he sits next to them. "Would you want to teach me? I can't do all this myself.."

You laugh, loud and unbroken as tears spring to your eyes. Apollo nearly tumbles off the bed when you launch yourself across the baskets at him. "I'd love to."

You face squishes against his, letting you feel the giddy grin that takes over him. He knows that humans are patchwork, messy and rushed and full of longing and while he may never understand (TOA say what), he hopes you never loose that part of you. It's what he first fell in love with after all.

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p0ssywhippedcream · 1 year

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Hiiiii, I just wanted like, a lil drabble? Obsessed!saiki kusuo x himbo!reader. Eeeee I'm thinking like, a very subtle possessive saiki. Lil scenario ;) say, the reader is talking to a couple guys, and saiki gets a lil jealous, and is like, "brainwashing" the guys to get as far away from the reader as fast as they can. Then the reader is like, super sad and saiki casually swoops in and keeps the reader "company"? I don't knowww something about possessive saiki scratches my brain 🤭

-the one and only, Anon 💋

I love you 💋 anon, you’re a literary genius. Somebody get this man his grammy or his oscar or whatever you give cool people.

It seems lately anybody you find cute finds a reason to run away from you. That hot guy at the mall last week? Super into you until he decided he needed to walk his fish. The cute dude in the ramen shop with the dimples? Disappeared to go order a cheeseburger at the counter. And don’t even get me started on today.

Those boys at the lockers? Ran off without a word. Dude in English suddenly stopped talking and ignored you the rest of the period. And now, when you walk up to some guys in the library and ask to study with them, you pray your luck doesn’t hold.

For a good fifteen minutes, you’re all talking and laughing and when you ask one of them for his number, he’s actually putting it in your phone! Finally, some fucking people who don’t run- spoke to soon.

They need to go feed their calculus homework, because of course they do. You must look so depressing sitting here all alone still surrounded by their supplies they forgot in their rush. You bite your pencil and stove an earbud in your left ear, hoping to avoid looking completely dumb.

A tap on your shoulder gains your attention. It’s Saiki, from class. He’s holding two cups of coffee jelly and he asks if he can sit down. You nod eagerly and send a silent pray up to whoever is upstairs that this one doesn’t leave. Saiki’s lip quirks.

You help him move the pencils and notebooks out of the way with a shy smile. “Uh, I’m Y/n. By the way.”

“Saiki.” You resist the urge to say, Yeah I know you’re that pretty boy who sits two seats to my left and one behind.

You share the coffee jelly in simple silence which is good for you because for the life of you, you can’t find anything smart to say. Once you’re finished, you thank him nervously.

You don’t want to lose the first person in like two weeks who hasn’t left within a few minutes but you don’t really know what to say. Luckily, he saves you the trouble.

“Do you want to hang out after this?”

You sigh relieved and nod eagerly, “We could go to my house, if you’re cool with that? I got that new Halo game!”

“Sure.”

As you stand and walk out together, Saiki notices you’re not only thinking about music anymore. You’re also thinking about how cute he is. He tries to hide the slight stutter in his walk when he hears that.

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p0ssywhippedcream · 1 year

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Could you possibly do a canon Captain Levi Ackerman x cadet reader enemies to lovers fic please?? Preferably where the reader is injured and her Captain has to look after her. Plenty of the feels would be appreciated haha. I love your writing btw :)

Hi lovebug! Id love to, thank you so much <3

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“How could you be so foolish?” Levi berates you, his tone completely opposite his gentle hands as they bandage your arm.

“I mean I told you how dangerous the mission was, you knew how dangerous it was! And you went on your own anyway?”

You’d given up explaining your behavior at this point, resolving to keep your eyes glued to the hole in the floorboards.

“Y/n,” He sighs, “You could’ve jeopardized our entire mission. You need to be more careful with these things.”

You nod pathetically. There’s silence for a moment as your heart aches. If you’d ever had a chance of him returning your feelings, that had been kicked out and spat on.

“Thank you.” You offer.

His hands pause as his eyes search your face. You mean it, you’re a terrible liar.

“You’re welcome.” He resumes wrapping the bandage until it’s tight then secures it.

“Do you ever-” You stop and make a face.

“Do I ever what, cadet?”

“Do you ever look at the stars?”

You’ve caught him off guard, his face shifts for just a moment before recovering it’s facade.

“Sure. Why?”

You shrug and poke at your arm.

“I don’t know. Sometimes I wonder if this is all it is to it.”

Levi gets what you mean, but he ignores that familiar feeling.

“Do you have any other injuries?”

You pull up your shirt slowly to reveal a nasty gash on your stomach, hissing through your teeth as the cold air hits it. He pretends to be unaffected but his nose wrinkles in sympathy.

After a second of him cleaning a wound, he replies to your earlier statement.

“I do too. Sometimes.”

You look up at his face, horribly hardened and focused on only looking at your torso. Then you laugh and shake your head.

“Feels like a bad joke, doesn’t it? Of all the cards we could’ve been dealt, we get this hand.”

He agrees and wonders for a second what made you so hurt all the time. He’ll never admit it, but your strength in the face of life is admirable. The fact that you still hold onto yourself even through all the pain is impressive.

“Someday,” You continue, “Someday, I’ll have a daughter and by the time she’s my age, the world will have given her every good thing she wants. And she’ll be the happiest woman you’ve ever seen. One of those girls who carries flowers in her pockets everywhere and laughs a little too loud in pubs. She’ll be good.”

You sound like you’re talking about the past, reminiscing on something you’ve lost yourself. Levi considers that you might be talking about yourself, he wished he could have known you when you gave out flowers. He’d like to have had one from you.

“If she’s as reckless as her mother, she’ll be dead before she can do all that.”

You snort and wince when you remember your pain.

“She’ll be smarter than i’ll ever be. She’ll have a really smart father.”

He notices the way you look at him and crushes the thought of looking back at you.

“She ought to. She needs someone with sense in her life.”

“He has enough sense to make up for my lack.”

Levi’s eyes find yours for the first time tonight and he sees a future in them. A beautiful future he wants to be apart of. He could get lost in there and never return.

“Does he?” His heart skips a beat.

“He does. Smartest man I know.” You agree with shining pupils.

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p0ssywhippedcream · 1 year

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Hiiii, I saw it was ticket time? Now I don't know exactly how you write saiki, but I would love to request him! What I'm think is maybe (very much to saiki's dismay lollll) there's a new student at his school! The reader is transmasc, but no one knows that ;p except for our lil lovely saiki ku! So basically, the reader is like, a himbo? And the only thing going on in his head is basically sex songs? Like I'm thinking, just about every song Ayesha Erotica wrote? Haha it would be funny, the reader just sitting at his desk and saiki can only hear emo boy on loop in the readers head! Poor baby boy just needs a break!

- from, the one and only! Anon 💋

Honestly, Saiki hadn’t really cared or paid attention to you until class started. Most people were either thinking about the work or daydreaming to avoid it.

He noted you when you’d been introduced to the class, he also noted that you didn’t have much going through your brain at any given moment.

You had looked around the room but not really seen anything, he could tell because your thoughts were just lyrics. Once you sat down, you had maybe two thoughts besides music go through your brain.

The first one was I could really go for a sandwhich right now and the second was are these words supposed to make sense?

Saiki could say with all sincerity that you might’ve been the second dumbest person he’s ever met and the only reason you were above Nendo was because he could actually hear words in your mind. But you were nice, you had a dopey smile and when you spilled all your brand new pencils out of your bag, your laugh was sweet too.

Once everyone started working, he could mostly tune out their bored or boring thoughts except yours. It was obvious Saiki wasn’t a sexual person, he hardly ever thought about it unless Toritsuka brought it up.

But you, you absolutely seemed obsessed with songs that only talked about sex and it was driving Saiki up a wall. If he had to deal with this all week, his work ethic would surely degrade.

Then you looked around the room as if realizing everybody else was at least pretending to work and made direct eye contact with Saiki. Having been caught staring, he was about to look away and feign dissociation or something when you blushed and smiled.

It was soft and a little nervous and when you brought up your big hand to give him a wave, you knocked your water bottle over and off your desk. Saiki decided then and there you might not be so bad, even if you do cause quite a bit of commotion.

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p0ssywhippedcream · 1 year

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This is so simple to request but I really want it: Could I get a jealous/ possessive Near?? (A lil nsfw if you can)

thank youuuuu, baby.💖

Near hardly ever got good things in life. Of course, he enjoyed cases, puzzles, toys but really he never got things that were for him personally.

But the relationship he has with you, his girlfriend, you are his completely. He needs that with you, he needs you to only be his because you’re his safe haven. His home he goes to after long, stressful days.

And now, you’re talking to Gevanni and he’s looking at you like you hung the moon. You’re laughing your pretty laugh, tucking your hair behind your ear and swaying back and forth on your feet. You look absolutely stunning.

Gevanni absolutely sees it too, the look on his face proves it. Near was positively fuming internally, his hands on the verge of shaking around his toys.

Then Gevanni takes a gamble and puts a hand on your left hand, the hand that’s wrapped a coffee cup. You smile stutters and your eyes drop down to where you’re connected to him. Near is up before he even knows what he’s doing.

“What’re you doing? You ask with a confused, strange look on your face.

Gevanni opens his mouth to speak but suddenly, a certain white haired boy is in between both of you.

“Y/n, we need to talk.”

You nod, grateful for the escape and follow Near out of the room without looking back. Once in a separate room, you grab Near’s arm softly and turn him towards you.

“What’s up?”

“He is sexually attracted to you, Y/n. I want you to try to keep your distance for a little while.”

You made a face. “Yeah, I thought so I just didn’t think he’d go so far as to make a move on me, especially in front of you.”

Near makes a similar face and he doesn’t say anything for a few seconds.

“Are you sexually attracted to him as well?”

“What?! No! God no! Near, he is not- I’m not- God, you’re my boyfriend. I don’t like him that way, I swear.”

Near nods but it doesn’t feel sincere, like he agrees but barely as if it’s subconscious. “Okay.”

“You don’t believe me.” You sigh but you’re not angry, just sad. Then a fire ignites in your eyes, bright and burning and forgotten your hand drops from his shoulder to grab his hip.

“Can I show you? That I mean it?” You ask, caressing him softly.

His eyes are wide, unknowing and he nods again, this time with energy. You kiss him on the cheek with a grin and then steadily drop until you’re kneeling. You kiss his clothed thighs then around his crotch, right around the the bulge that’s begging for attention.

Eagerly, you unbutton his pants and tug them down with a excited giggle. Nearly tearing his boxers off with joy, you finally place a kiss on his bare right thigh.

Near looks down on you with an unreadable expression. A quarter lust, a quarter fear, a quarter joy and the rest seems to be giddiness.

Your face is warm with love for him and when he smiles a little nervously, you smile back and lean forward to his excitement.

“You’re it for me, Near. Just you. I’ll show you everyday if that’s what it takes.”

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p0ssywhippedcream · 1 year

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Oh, ticket time? I hope fluff if allowed for ticket time. Can we do Light and the reader just kinda cuddling while Light writes names down?

darling anything is allowed during ticket time as long as it follows my rules! thank you very much :)

“Oh… Are you alright?”

Your head bumps his chin lightly as you get comfortable in his lap, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Mmmiphhh.” You mumble into his chest and snuggle in closer.

Light makes a confused face and throws a lazy arm around your hips. His hand stutters on his pen as he listens to your breathing. You’re at peace with him, content in your shared bubble and beating to the same pace of heart.

Your hair spills across your bodies like a waterfall, he smiles slightly at the sight. Then he looks back at the paper covered in scribbles of endless names that his hand rests on.

He knows he’s working, he knowsthere’s so many more important things he needs to be doing. But for once, he lets himself go. He puts down the pen and reaches to the top of your head.

You mumble something again into his shirt as he strokes your hair lovingly and he chuckles low. He can’t see your face but he can feel the silly smile that drags on his chest, it makes him warm.

“So pretty…” He allows his hand to land on your back and rub that too, lulling you into a gentle sleep atop him. And once you’re finally dreaming, your soft snoring a signal of that, he kisses your forehead and picks his pen back up.

With a new sense of purpose, his motivation revitalized by you, he writes evermore names with infinite patience. He’s doing it for you, after all. You deserve to live in a world good enough to kindle the glow of your precious heart, he’ll give that to you.

He’d give you the moon and the stars if you asked, but he wouldn’t be able to give you the sun. Because he couldn’t possibly take your soul, not when it’s so valuable to him.

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p0ssywhippedcream · 1 year

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Hi, babyyyy! 🖤 Could you please do Armin X Reader or Levi x Reader, smut if you want(?) I’m so obsessed with them. Thanks in advance. LY.

of course i can! thanks for participating, lovebug <3

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Armin is a whiner. I mean that as in during pain or pleasure or both, because we all know he’s a doer, a man of action when it comes to life outside of that. But when it’s something as sensitive as either of those two, his throat aches to whine.

A high-pitched, needy cry. It comes from his core, his very being and his diaphragm. It leeks from his loose lips when yours wrap around the head of his cock.

They suction and pucker, your tongue sliding through the drooling slit. His hands envelope your hair, the ounce of sanity left barely holds him back from pulling it harshly.

Armin’s mouth copies yours subconsciously, his kiss-bitten lips knawed on by his teeth as yours apply fluctuating pressure right below the tip. His fingers shake in your hair, his own tossed back messily so you can only see his sharp jawline.

He sounds like he’s dying, whimpers and cries and pleads for clemency fall on deaf ears. He needs to cum, it feels so good, he loves you; that’s a new one, and you don’t think he’s noticed he said it yet.

The little cracks between whines sound so pretty as he looses his dignity and drags your head down his cock, filling your throat abruptly with more than you can chew, literally.

And as his balls achingly spill into your poor mouth, his whines reach an octave one wouldn’t have thought possible. They break on your name, he sobs it out like it’s a merciless god preying on him. It’s beautiful.

He sounds like he needs you, his tone gives away what he won’t say. It’s love, for once in your relationship.

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p0ssywhippedcream · 1 year

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Ello! Could you do one of the following? ok so either: an nsfw with like a sub!L with like kind of like- overstim themes or maybe bondage

or: maybe a more wholesome one, where L is like maybe feeling insecure about something or like a case or just mentally exhausted and reader decides to hype him up verbally and physically

btw sorry if this feels too formal- I’m trying to write this super quick!

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Hi friend! I think I'm going to go with the second option because I'm feeling particularly emotional tonight lol. Thanks so much for the submission!<33

While you're very aware your boyfriend is a dramatic creature, his incessant sighing this evening is too much even for him.

"L," You start as he sighs again with hands hovering over his keyboard, "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm alright..." He said, distractedly and you watch as he deletes and entire paragraph.

Reaching over from where you're sitting next to him, you peel his hands off his computer and direct his attention towards you. "No, you're not. You've been sighing all evening and nearly biting a hole through your thumb."

He looks down at the teeth indents in his nail and bites his lips. "Want to tell me what's going on?"

His voice cracks through muffled groan and he drops his head. "Not particularly."

"Well, you're going to tell me anyways before I go all Watari on your ass and remove all your sweets."

He looks up at that and meets your eyes. For a second you think he's not going to tell you and then he sighs again and starts. "I don't know if I'm as intelligent or capable as I perviously thought."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that... maybe I can't solve every case. Maybe I'm not the greatest detective. Maybe I'm not even one of the greats."

At that you let out a small giggle. "You, L, my boyfriend, smartest man alive? Darling if you're not capable, there's no hope for the rest of us. You are the greatest of all of us. And even if you can't solve every case, you inspire the world to be better." You smile reassuringly and L's shoulder's ease a little.

"But what if I come across a case I can't solve? A man I can't put away?"

"Well then... something supernatural would have to be intervening." L chuckles and shakes his head lightly and you squeeze his hands to make him look at you, "But in all seriousness, my dear, if that were to happen, guess what else would? The world would keep spinning. Life would go on. Limits don't make you stoppable, they make you human."

L nodded and a little brightness returned to his being. "And I promise you, if you're stuck on a case and nothing seems to make sense, take a god damn nap. It will make thinking a lot easier."

L really laughed at that, one of those carefree, joyful laughs that made you laugh too. Then you leaned in, kissed him on the cheek and ruffled his hair.

"But seriously, you can solve any case if you put your mind to it. I swear to god it's true."

L gave you smile and then his face changed. His jaw slacked, eyes widened and his cheeks twitched. "God! It's god!" He cried and turned to his computer with renewed rigor.

"His motive... Religion... zealot.." L murmured to himself as he typed with excitement flowing through out his body. You chuckled and patted him on the back as you stood up.

It seemed crazy to you that L would ever think he couldn't solve a case, has he met himself? Too smart for anyone... except maybe god.

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p0ssywhippedcream · 1 year

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can u pls do nsfw fic where matsuda is dominant?

The light of the morning is streaming in through your bedroom window. It spills over your face and makes you groan annoyed.

The warmth of your boyfriends chest was pressed against your back, the arm draped over your waist squeezes a little harder at your sleepy squirming.

“‘S it morning already?” Matsuda asks in a low tone, a seductive croak in your ear.

“Apparently,” You groan and wiggle into him more.

He sighs happily. “Can we just stay here a little longer?”

“Mhmm.” You nod and relax into the mattress.

Matsuda’s hand starts tracing your the skin of your thigh delicately, “You know how pretty you look in the morning?”

“Not very.”

“Oh, very very.” His hand sneaks under your white panties and massages right next to your pussy, on your inner thigh. You make a silly face as you realize just what he’s hinting at.

With a push into his body and a groan erupting from the man behind you, you have a smirk as you lift your hips and let him peel your underwear down to your thighs.

“What are you up to back there?” You toss over your shoulder as he begins peppering it with kisses.

“Enjoying your company.” He smirks and you feel it’s softness on your skin.

“Can I?” His hand dips a little lower to indicate what he means and you giggle.

“You can.”

“Thank you, baby.” He replies and allows his fingers to find and tease your clit, making his shiver in his embrace. He rubs it smoothly with two fingers, loving each breathy exhale and small moan that falls form your lips.

"Like that?"

"Yeah, like that." You arch your back into his body, molding perfectly into it as you fling your head to the side and he takes the hint, beginning to suckle on your sweet skin. Your legs suddenly snap shut around his arm and he chuckles into your ear.

"Open, baby. Open..." He trails off as you comply his request and allow his thumb and pinkie to push your legs apart.

"Good girl." He hums and pushes your body completely so you're on your back. Retracting his hand and sliding down your body, he pushes the blankets to the side and yanks your panties off your body with care. Then he settles in between your thighs that shake with anticipation and tosses your legs over his shoulders.

"You just sit tight and enjoy, princess. Let me love you..." He dives in, swiping your pudgy clit into his mouth and sucking hard. He drags his tongue through your folds and thoroughly tastes your divine flavor.

Your entire body seizes as he goes through the motions he so perfectly has memorized from how often he pleasures you. Not only that, he has your most sensitive spots memorized as well and targets them with precision.

You watch, a slave to his wonderful mouth as he brings you to euphoria with a smirk. He occasionally tells him to hold still, love or you're doing so good, baby, keep those legs spread for me, but besides that, he holds you down with infinite ease and confidence, pulling you towards orgasm after orgasm.

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p0ssywhippedcream · 1 year

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Need more of L using flavoured syrup during sex except this time using it on reader pls

Also, you are so good at writing holy shit I've read so much of your L smut recently 1190402/10 will read again

thank you so much lovebug! you’ve no idea how much it means to me <3333

As i’ve mentioned before, i think L would preserve chocolate syrup for your body. He thinks your skin looks gorgeous dripping with the silky brown liquid.

He specifically on your nipples, drowning them and dripping down to your perfect torso. The syrup pools in your curves, spilling over and down to your pretty thighs. L’s mouth waters as he lowers his head to lick your chest.

His tongue surrounds your nipples before he latches to them and sucks eagerly, practically inhaling the syrup. Your body tastes even more heavenly covered in chocolate.

When he redirects the flow of the syrup bottle to right above your pussy, you gasp from the coldness. His cocky smile comes into play as he dips his head to lick the chocolate on your clit, making you whimper.

He loves that taste of you mixed with a taste made completely yours. Chocolate and you, it’s his favorite and it beats any sweets.

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p0ssywhippedcream · 1 year

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Giving us your time means a lot to me as a follower. <3 Could i get L getting jealous because of reader gave him obvious reasons for?

The fact that Light is trailing you like a puppy dog makes L feel like he could commit murder. Not only does he ignore his own girlfriend, but he goes after L’s?

And maybe you don’t do it on purpose but you’re too damn nice. Treating him like an equal, like a friend when you’re clearly more intelligent and capable.

So when Light hands you a coffee he just so happened to get an extra of, tells you he’ll take a load of your work for the day or makes you laugh, L feels violent.

He feels particularly violent right now, as Light has just decided it’s a good idea to put a hand on your waist as he cracks a joke.

Standing up abruptly, L crosses the room and asks to see you outside. Confused, you follow him and close the door.

“What’s wrong?” He’s shaking, shoulders caving as he looks away from you.

“Light has feelings for you, Y/n.”

“What?” You scoff but reconsider it when L’s face darkens. You think back to every friendly thing he’s done for you and take it as a stranger would.

“Holy shit…”

L turns to you. “You get it now?”

“Yeah… Oh L, I’m so sorry.” You touch his arm and your eyes fill with shame, “I had no idea, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault.” But there’s still bitterness in his tone.

“I didn’t know, I’m sorry.” The last thing he wanted was to make you hurt, he’s upset with himself for evoking this reaction from you.

“It’s okay.” He says, softer now as his hands find your face and pull you close, “I’m not mad at you, I promise.”

His lips find yours and you sigh in relief into his mouth. He forgives your cluelessness gently.

Light’s hand shakes around a coffee cup as he stands in the doorway. He’ll win one of these days.

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