pretty please can i request shy!r x mark grayson with him being so enamoured with her that he gets distracted from doing something?
⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ pairing: mark grayson x shy!reader
word count: 0.5k
warnings: none. just a lot of fluff!! reader is marks gf
a/n: thanks for your request anon! i hope you like it. it’s a little short but i may expand.
requests are open
Mark can’t stop staring at you. No matter how much he tries to focus on his assignment, his eyes keep flicking back up to look at you. His sweet, shy girl. You’re oblivious to it, pen in your mouth as you mindlessly chew it. You’re sat on his bed like you belong there (which you do), eyebrows furrowing as you stare at your paper. It’s meant to be a study date but Mark has been doing too much staring and not enough studying.
As if you can feel him staring, you glance up and catch his gaze. He can’t help but smile softly at the blush that colours your cheeks. Even after dating for almost two years, you still get so flustered around him. It’s a problem for him because whenever you’re like this, he can’t help the feeling of wanting to smother you in kisses and protect you from the world.
“Stop staring,” you mumble as you try to hide your face with your hands.
Mark chuckles lightly as he moves from his desk to climb onto his bed. “Can’t help it,” he murmurs softly as he takes the pen from your lips and pulls you into his lap.
“You’re just so pretty baby,” he says as he places his hands on your hips, burying his face in your neck.
You shiver as his breath hits your skin. His kisses litter that sensitive spot next to your ear and you squirm as you squeal slightly.
“Sorry baby.” Mark breathes out, although he doesn’t seem very sorry as he continues his barrages of kisses. “You smell nice, is that a new perfume?” He inhales your scent and hums appreciatively.
You nod against him. “Bought it a couple of days ago when I went shopping. It’s vanilla and lily scented.”
He doesn’t realise he’s still technically sniffing you until you gently poke his side. Grinning awkwardly, he pulls back to look at you. It’s moments like this where Mark wishes he could stay forever.
Mark leans closer to you, eyes flitting towards your lips before looking back at your eyes. “Can I kiss you baby?” His voice is low as he asks, thumb absentmindedly rubbing at your waist.
You nod once again, as you shyly bite your lip. His grip tightens unconsciously—he knows you’re not doing it on purpose but you look unbelievably good to him in this moment.
Not able to control himself any longer, he gently presses his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. His mouth moves against yours, as he melts into the kiss. There’s no rush. Both of your assignments have long been forgotten as he presses you flush to his body. His tongue pushes at your lips, silently asking for entry. Your mouth opens in a soft sigh and he takes the opportunity, deepening the kiss.
You completely melt into him, and Mark smiles into the kiss, before pulling back to plaster kisses all over your face. “You’re. Just. So. Pretty. Baby.” Each word is punctuated with a kiss.
Warmth spreads through your chest and a smile grows on your face. “I guess we won’t be going back to studying” you say, as your gaze softens.
“Definitely not, baby” Mark replies, as he positions you so you’re lying down with him. He softly strokes your cheek as he looks at you. “I’d much rather spend the time admiring your beautiful face.”
Mark presses closer, wrapping you in his warmth. Quiet settles around you as your papers are long forgotten.
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guys i’ve been watching the pitt and i can’t get enough of jack, this isn’t proofread! do not copy, translate, or repost my work anywhere under any circumstances.
Imagine you’re a new student doctor at the pitt. A little ditzy sometimes but you always mean well. It’s only been a few weeks but Jack’s already taken a liking to you. He’s taken you under his wing. He calls you “Bambi”. Not unkindly. Because you’re still learning your footing in a place that doesn’t give anyone time to learn. A little unsteady, a little wide-eyed — just trying to make sense of the chaos around you. Jack’s there for you, for anything you need. No matter how big or small.
He likes it. Likes feeling like someone needs him. Gives him a sense of purpose besides saving people’s lives. He drives you home in the mornings even when you insist you’re fine taking the bus. Has a protein bar ready for you when he knows you haven’t eaten, and even keeps a spare hoodie in his car for when you’re feeling cold.
He catches you a few hours into your shift. “You eat yet, Bambi?”
“I’ve been busy with patients, haven’t had the chance.” You pout slightly and Jack’s eyes flick down to your lips before he can stop himself.
For a second he’s distracted by the sudden urge to kiss the pout right off your lips. He forces himself to shake the thought of his head and passes you a protein bar he fishes out of his pocket.
“Here you go.”
You let a small sound of what he can only describe as pure relief and tear it open. You take a bite and mumble a “thanks” that sounds more like gibberish. Jack smiles at how cute you look, with a few crumbs around your mouth and strands of hair coming out of your ponytail.
Someone calls your name, and you quickly pocket the rest of your protein bar before rushing off with a quick, “Catch you in a bit, Jack.”
He watches you go anyway.
Watches the messy ponytail swaying behind you. The oversized scrubs. The way you nearly bump into someone because you’re too focused on opening the chart in your hands.
Hii! Can you please write a poly!mauraders × reader ff? 🫶💫
hello lovely!! thank you for your request! i wasn’t sure what direction you wanted me to take it because you didn’t ask for a plot/trope but i hope you like this <3
more than roommates
⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader, platonic!lily x reader
word count: 1.4k words
warnings: roommates!au, mild language, miscommunication trope, reader is oblivious, use of pet names (dove, sunshine, love, darling), no use of y/n, idiots in love, roommates to lovers.
summary: you thought you were just roommates, but the marauders were convinced you were all dating, so what happens when they overhear you saying you’re single?
a/n: i originally was gonna write something different but decided to save that for another fic, wrote this on my phone so excuse any mistakes.
requests are open
You wake up to the smell of pancakes and James humming off-key in the kitchen. It’s not unusual.
Neither is finding Sirius in your bed because he “fell asleep watching that documentary you like.” Or the way Remus has already ironed your shirt for work and left a note on top of it — You have a meeting today. Don’t be late. x
They’ve been together for years — in that soft, easy way that doesn’t need explaining. Kisses in the hallway. Shared clothes. Warm limbs tangled on the sofa.
And somehow, you’ve ended up folded into the edges of all that softness. It’s like living with three boyfriends you don’t technically have. Which is fine. Really.
Except for the part where you’re completely in love with all of them. And you’re fairly certain they’re not in love with you… right?
You’re sitting by the fireplace later that afternoon, a warm mug cradled between your hands. Lily stops by for a quick chat, and somehow the conversation turns to relationships. “Oh, I’m still very single,” you say offhandedly.
Behind you, a glass shatters. The room goes dead quiet. You and Lily turn around. James is frozen mid-bend, hand halfway to the shards. Sirius looks like he’s just been hit by a Bludger. And Remus — Remus has gone completely still, his book forgotten, eyes locked on you.
You look at them in confusion. “Are you okay, Jamie?”
“I’m fine, angel,” he says, but it comes out strained.
Lily stands, brushing imaginary dust from her skirt. “I think I’m going to head out,” she says with a knowing smirk. “Looks like you’ve got some things to talk about.”
The door clicks softly as Lily leaves and you all just stare at each other for a few minutes. Sirius breaks the silence. “Single, huh?” He tries to come across as lighthearted but there’s a bite to it.
The tension is thick, as Sirius stares at you. You laugh awkwardly. “What? I mean, yeah? I’m not seeing anyone.” But Sirius doesn’t smile. He just raises a brow.
“Could’ve fooled us, darling,” Remus murmurs. “Thought you were.”
Confusion lingers on your face, your eyebrows furrowing as you try make sense of his words. “What are you talking about Remus?” you ask, taking a step back.
“You really didn’t know?” This time James speaks, his voice soft as if not to startle you.
You blink. “Know what?”
The boys all look at each other, realising what’s going on. “Sunshine,” James asks, eyes searching, “what do we mean to you?”
The question catches you off guard, and for a moment, you hesitate. “You’re my friends, of course. We’re roommates.”
“Roommates?” Sirius scoffs, and he sounds almost offended by your words. “You can’t be serious, love.” But the look on your face tells him everything he needs to know.
“Oh shit,” he almost whispers. “You’re not joking.”
James steps closer, voice warm and sure.
“We’ve always thought of ourselves as your boyfriends, sunshine. Not just friends or roommates.”
“Boyfriends?” you half shout.
The look on your face is priceless, and if it were any other situation, James would’ve probably laughed. Instead, he just smiles softly, his eyes full of gentle patience.
“Well, yeah,” he says quietly. “We’ve been more than just friends for a long time. We thought you knew.”
“But you guys are already together,” you say, voice quieter now, confused. “I thought we were just friends.”
Remus steps closer, his expression soft but serious. “There’s nothing just friends about us, dove. I mean, come on — Sirius spends most nights in your bed, James cooks for you like it’s his love language, and I know your entire routine by heart.” He tilts his head. “That doesn’t exactly scream casual friendship, does it?”
You look at him, blinking. “I just thought you were being nice,” you mumble, a small huff escaping your lips.
Sirius lets out a sharp laugh. “Nice? I literally punched a guy for flirting with you, love.”
You blink at him. “Yeah, well… he was getting handsy anyway.”
Sirius grins, completely unbothered. “Exactly. And you think that was just me being friendly?”
You’re still trying to wrap your head around it — the teasing, the confessions, the way your whole world seems to have shifted in a matter of minutes.
Then James steps forward, slowly, giving you space to pull away — but you don’t.
His fingers brush yours, tentative at first, and then he gently laces them together.
“We didn’t mean to confuse you, sunshine,” he says softly. “We just… we already felt like yours. I guess we thought you felt like ours, too.”
“I didn’t know,” you say quietly.
James’s grip on your hand tightens, just slightly — grounding, not demanding.
“I know,” he says, just as softly. “But you do now.”
Behind him, Remus gives you a look that feels like warmth itself. “We’re not asking you to decide anything right this second,” he says. “We just… needed you to know.”
“I like you guys too,” you admit, voice barely above a whisper. “I never said anything because I thought… you were already happy together.”
There’s a beat of silence. Not heavy — just full.
Then Remus moves first, stepping forward like the words physically pulled him closer. “We are happy,” he says gently. “But we’ve been happiest with you in it.”
Sirius huffs a soft laugh, something almost like relief in his eyes. “Bloody hell, we thought you were happy just keeping it how it was.”
James lifts your joined hands and presses a kiss to your knuckles. “We’ve all been in love with you, sunshine. Just waiting for you to catch up.”
“What happens now?” you ask, looking at them — still a little dazed, like you’re waiting to wake up.
Sirius grins, but there’s something softer behind it now. “Well, I guess I can finally do this.”
He steps in, gently tugging you away from James. One arm wraps around your waist, the other tilts your chin up with surprising care.
“Been dying to,” he murmurs, before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips — slow, sure, and somehow both familiar and entirely new.
He gets carried away, the kiss deepening, his fingers curling in the fabric at your waist like he’s been waiting years for this.
You barely have time to catch your breath before James calls out, “Oi, save some for the rest of us!”
Sirius pulls back with a grin, his breath warm against your lips. “Sorry,” he says, not sorry at all. “Got a bit excited.”
James steps in, turning your head toward him, capturing your lips in a kiss. His lips are soft against yours, and they move in a way that’s different — reverent, like he’s trying to tell you something without words.
It’s gentle, but there’s passion beneath it, steady and warm like the sun after a long winter.
When he finally pulls back, his eyes search yours, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. “Told you we were yours, sunshine.”
Behind him, Remus chuckles softly. “You lot are going to smother her before I even get a turn.”
He holds his arms out for you, and this time, you don’t hesitate.
The moment you’re close enough, he pulls you into his chest, his lips finding yours in a kiss that feels like exhaling after holding your breath for too long.
And just like that — like it was always meant to happen — the final piece clicks into place.
Just as you settle into the warmth of their arms, Sirius leans in close, his voice dropping into that low, teasing tone.
“Well, now that you’re officially ours,” he murmurs, a sly grin tugging at his lips, “I plan on making sure you never want to leave the bed again.”
You laugh, cheeks flushing, a spark lighting up your eyes.
James clears his throat loudly. “Sirius, could you not?”
Remus shoots him a sharp look. “Behave, Padfoot. She might not be ready for all that just yet.”
Sirius just smirks wider, eyes twinkling. “No promises, Moony.”
You bite your lip, trying to hide the smile tugging at your mouth, but Sirius’s words have already sent a flush creeping up your cheeks.
“I’ll… keep that in mind,” you say softly, leaning into the warmth surrounding you.
James chuckles, pulling you gently closer. “Don’t worry, sunshine — we’re all here. Together.”
Remus nods, his eyes full of quiet promise. And for the first time in a long while, you believe it.
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on the bus rn but currently thinking about frat!soldier boy with bratty!reader. you love to constantly antagonise him.
imagine you’re at one of his parties or something, you’re wearing a skimpy black dress that leaves little to the imagination. ben’s looking for you with a cocky grin on his face until that shit gets wiped clean off his face. the reason? you’re stood in the corner flirting with one of his frat bros, you’ve already forgotten his name, not that you cared. ben knows you’re not actually interested in him, you’re just trying to find a way to rile him up.
as you look up, you lock eyes with him and if the look on his face tells you anything, you know you’re in for it. your panties dampen at the thought and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from grinning. he’s making his way over to you now, like a man on a mission. as he walks over, the frat bro notices you looking behind him. he turns and his eyes widens slightly as he notices who it is. he mumbles something about grabbing a drink and makes himself scarce.
“what’s wrong?” you say with faux innocence as ben finally stands in front of you. he towers over you and you’re sure your panties are now completely soaked.
“you wanna tell me what that was all about bunny?” his voice is low and gruff.
you decide to keep your act of innocence going, even though you know it’s futile. “i don’t know what you’re talking about” you murmur softly.
lowkey lost inspo half way through but i might make into smth more bc i have more ideas
