#—He's trying to soft flirt cause he knows better lol

[simonhbishop]

[seungfl0wer]

Seungmin As Your Boyfriend

Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

Contains Smut 🩷

Did I indulge myself with this? Yes. Could have I written a novel? Yes I stopped myself before it got way too long lol.

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•Definitely shy when yall first start dating, cute little awkward thing he’d be.

•However after getting close he’s never shutting up now.

•Teasing him about how he went from barely talking or making eye contact.

•To this man who openly flirts with you in public.

•A true menace in disguise.

•Playful teasing all the time.

•But it’s a mutual thing.

•You stutter he’s making fun of you.

•He drops something you’re doing it right back.

•It’s honestly one of those things that makes him love you even more.

•Knowing you two can joke around like this, “you’re an asshole but you’re my asshole.”

•Ya’ll adopting a dog at some point too.

•I don’t make the rules.

•You gotta buy a puppy for your puppy right?

•He loves having you lying in his chest so he can sing to you.

•All cuddled up just listing to his beautiful voice.

•He gets so blushy when you compliment his voice too

•Oh god does he. He’ll try and hide his face but you can see it creep to his ears too.

•And if he’s lying on your lap?

•Play with his hair.

•Please. Just do it. This might be his favorite thing in the world.

•Just lying with you, as you play with his fluffy hair.

•This is his happy place, the place where all his stress disappears.

•He’s honestly just so soft for you.

•He’s so attentive and reads you really well.

•He can tell if you’re having a bad day even before telling him.

•He’ll grab your favorite things to make you feel better.

•He remembers a lot of things you’ve said.

•I feel like he’s that kinda guy that just remembers all the little details about what you like or have told him.

•He’ll stare with those big puppy dog eyes full of love.

•He’s honestly very enamored by you.

•How can someone be so perfect?

•Not to mention how can someone so perfect be his?

•Of course he’ll never admit this.

•Not saying he doesn’t do his share of mushy things.

•But he’s seungmin, he has to end the sweet convos with a dumb comment like “cause I’m the perfect boyfriend duh”

•Likes calm dates.

•Like going for coffee or to book stores.

•Will make forts in the living room to watch movies.

•I feel like he’s also one of those people who sends you flowers while you’re at work.

•Likes to write cute notes on them to get you all blushy at work.

•Probably has you in his phone as something like “My Dummy” or something like that.

•In such a loving way though.

•Also probably has the dumbest nicknames for you.

•His nicknames range from something cute like “puppy” to “my little dumpster fire”

•Hand holding always.

•Will pout when you let go “so what if our hands are sweaty”

•Loves PDA when it makes you all blushy.

•He’ll also do the whole “kiss you to shut you up”

•He really enjoys your kisses.

•Also will never admit how much it melts his heart seeing you in his hoodies.

•He’ll snap cute pictures of you in them.

•Has so many ugly photos of you in a locked folder so you can’t delete him.

•So he can “use them for black mail”

•He’s just a kind soul who’s a little rough around the edges but you are too.

•He’ll always make you feel loved and cared for. You’ll also always know what he says is his true feelings.

•He never sugar coats things and is always honest with you.

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•This little ass is such a tease.

•Will put his hand on your thigh slowly sliding it up.

•He’ll pull you to his lap, gripping your hips as he pushes himself against you.

•Would definitely send you dirty texts in public to see you get all red.

•Whatever mood he’s in you’re getting a different person in bed.

•Some days he’s more aggressive than others.

•Pushing you up against the wall leaving hickeys all over your neck.

•His hand wrapped around your throat as he teases your sensitiveness.

•When he’s fucking you like this he’s like a dog in heat.

•Multiple rounds until you’re both spent.

•He’d love when you’d scratch his back so deep or bite his shoulder.

•Just a way to show others how good he fucks you.

•He’d definitely be doing the biting back, pulling your hair and spanking you.

•On the other hand he has those lazy days were it’s the most loving sex of your life

•It’s so sensual laying in bed while he’s whispering how much he loves you as he’s thrusting slowly into you.

•Touching your sensitiveness lazily. Just savoring every moment.

•I feel like he’d be a small bit possessive of you.

•So he’d probably say stuff like “You’re all mine” “No one else can make you feel this way”

•He’s more of a talking when it’s rough but the moans and groans he lets out.

•Especially when he’s just lost in you they’re just- beautiful?

•A horn dog honestly.

•Constantly just wants you.

•He’s so damn needy when he’s on tour too.

•Whines about how he needs you cause his hand doesn’t help.

•Aftercare is normally more quiet as he just holds you close kissing you softly.

•Rubbing your body as you both catch your breath.

•A small “you ok?” He’d say and if it’s a yes he just pulls you closer to him.

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[cheeseceli]

When you give them flowers

Pairing: skz!Ot8 × Gn!Reader

Genre: fluff, reaction

Request: I'd like to request Channie (maybe all of skz? if you're up to it?) receiving flowers randomly from their s/o

Warnings: none I can think of

A/n: idk if this is on point but I liked it so much anyway😭 this is such a soft thought oh my God

Bang Chan

Didn't even think the flowers were for him when he saw them at first, but then you handed them to him and he automatically smiled. Will start laughing while trying to think of something to say but will resort to just hugging you as a "thank you". You better believe that a few days later he'll make sure to gift you your favourite flowers as well.

Lee Know

My boy would get so shy😭 you know that giddy smile he has sometimes? That's what we're talking about. Would try to act cool but you can see his ears getting red. Ends up giving up on his act and he just accepts the flowers, still smiling so much that his cheeks hurt.

Changbin

I can see this going two ways: he'll either be so happy that he will hug you until you can't breathe and then will proceed to show the flowers to every single person that comes near him or will get pretty emotional, eyes getting teary and trying his hardest to not cry. Either way, he's thankful and will let you know.

Hyunjin

HE'S SO HAPPY STOP IT. Will get kinda surprised at first cause he wasn't expecting it but once the initial shock goes away he's blushing and smiling so much. The first thing he does when he goes home is to paint the bouquet you gifted him. Sometimes he'll just start smiling out of the blue because he reminds himself of the gift and he can't stop the giggles.

Han

He physically pauses and looks at you kinda confused. However, when he understands that you're gifting him he suddenly gets so shy. Will try to flirt with you playfully to get the attention away from his red face but you don't miss how he spends the rest of the day close to you in an attempt of thanking you.

Felix

Get ready to be hugged for hours because he's SO happy you gave him flowers. Once he finds out you're gifting him he gets all smiley, it's adorable. Will thank you for hours on end, will show the flowers off to his members and the staff crew and will post them on bubble with no further context, just a ":)"

Seungmin

Would be so surprised at first. He never expected to receive flowers from you, so when it does happen, his exe stops working for a second or two. You might even think that he didn't care that much, but then you see him smiling to himself throughout the day and you just know he's thinking about the bouquet.

I.N

He's just trying to not panic in front of you lol. But then you can see his dimples showing and his neck getting slightly red and you just know he's giggling inside. Will keep the flowers on a vase and will smile fondly every time he sees it, that's for sure.

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[kazutora-kurokawa]

Helloo! It's my first time requesting:)) I love your fics lol. You write so good!!

Can I please request yandere bonten men with a slightly chubby bimbo reader who's insecure about her weight. She's bubbly, gullible and naive. They caught her talking to someone who's tryna hit her up. For the nsfw part can I please get belly bulging 😔

no? *sigh* fine.. here's my offering..

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Yandere!Bonten!Mikey x Chubby!Insecure!Bimbo!Reader

♡ NSFW, fem reader, wife!reader, mention of Sanzu and Bonten execs, brief mention of murder, gun use, lowkey naive!reader, size kink, belly bulging, big dick!Mikey, spanking, unprotected sex + creampie, kinda rough sex, not proofread ♡

note: I didn't know if you wanted a poly relationship or separate, so I just chose Mikey (I couldn't do all of them, I'm sorry but my brain is fried), I'm trying to keep the note short so anything else I have to yap about is in the tags

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You, your husband, and the Bonten executives were out at one of their nightclubs, trying to enjoy the little bit of time they had to spare due to their demanding jobs. You were in your cutest little dress, Mikey's favorite dress to be more precise. The one that hugged your curves just right and drove him damn near insane from how bad he wanted to rip it off of you.

Bonten had all gone their separate ways throughout the night, essentially leaving Sanzu in charge of watching you. He walked away from the booth you were sitting at for not even five minutes just to turn around and see a man, who he recognized as one of your coworkers, sitting across from you and quite obviously flirting with you.

Sanzu's first thought is to get this man away from you, by any means necessary. He walks back over to the booth, drawing his gun and pressing it to the man's temple.

"I don't know if you know this, but this lady right here is my boss's wife. So I suggest you move unless you want a piece of metal in your brain."

As soon as he's made aware of the situation, Mikey gets security to escort the man out the club, you can tell he did it because he has the slightest of smirks on his usually blank face. He sits down next to you and pulls you into his lap, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as if to give you a warning.

"What did I say about talking to strangers?"

"But he's not-"

"Don't talk back to me, I could have this whole place burned to the ground in a matter of seconds with that bastard trapped inside."

Soon, the rest of Bonten comes over and surrounds you at the table, naming off all the things they could do to your coworker.

"We could send some of our men to his house, teach him a little lesson without-" Koko tries to suggest.

"Or we could just take care of him ourselves." Sanzu interjects, itching to whoop some ass.

They couldn't care less about the man being your coworker because employees are always replaceable and they know Mikey would rather you not work with him anyway, so they all silently agree to take care of him permanently later on. For now, Mikey has to take care of you. He excuses himself, dragging you from the club into the car, and as soon as he gets you home he's bending you over the kitchen counter and pushing your dress up past your hips.

"C'mon baby, you know better than to test me like that, don't you?"

Mikey brings his rough, calloused hand down on your ass, smirking as he hears the little squeak that slips out your mouth. He grips your soft hips, his bulge pressing right against your pussy through your panties. He unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants and underwear down. His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your plump thighs to reveal your soaked cunt.

“Look at you, all wet and ready for me.”

His middle finger slides back and forth between your folds, brushing lightly against your clit and making you weak in the knees. He lines himself up with your entrance and eases in, his fat cock stretching you out and causing a painful yet pleasurable burning sensation deep in your stomach. You can feel the tip of his dick knocking against the inside of your tummy, bulging through and pressing you firmly against the counter.

"Fuck! You're squeezing the life outta me."

"T-too big 'Jiro.."

"Too big? C'mon you can take it baby, you always take me so good."

His hips slap against your ass as he thrusts hard, his hand burying itself in your hair and pulling you off the counter to get a deeper angle. His free hand reaches around, cupping your tummy and applying pressure to the bulge formed there.

"You're so full of me, aren't you baby?"

All you can do is nod hurriedly and spew out nonsense in the form of moans, too fucked out to form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. He presses soft kisses down your neck to your shoulder, his thrusts slowing down as he feels your pussy clenching around him as you cum. He lets out a raspy grunt shortly after as he starts to cum, filling you with his hot, gooey load.

He chuckles breathlessly as he pulls out, high off of his orgasm as he watches his cum leak out of you and drip down your thighs.

"You did so good princess. Gonna start behaving now, right? No more talking to strangers yeah?"

You mumble a soft 'Mhm' as your legs start to give out and you lie against the counter.

"Good." He peppers kisses on the nape of your neck before fixing his pants and helping you walk to the bathroom, knowing that he wouldn't have to worry about anyone stealing you away.

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[starcrossedxwriter]

Princess’s Punishment (MBJ x Reader)

A/N: I didn’t have the energy to go back and find the two asks lol but this is a request from two folks for a kinky punishment story with. So enjoyyyy!

Warnings: degradation, name calling, NSFW, lots of kinks (spanking, cockwarming, etc)

***

“What do you think?” You gave her fiancee a model-like twirl so he could examine your outfit from all angles. 

Michael glanced up from his phone and the email he was typing, letting out a low whistle as his eyes swept over your perfect frame. 

“That dress gon’ get you into trouble, Princess.” 

You threw him a coy smile before turning back to the giant mirror in the middle of the store. You were the only customer there, Michael preferring to reserve stores for an hour or two so you could have a private and serene shopping experience. It ensured everyone in the store was solely dedicated to getting you exactly what you needed and wanted. Most stores happily obliged, knowing that anytime Michael brought his princess in, the limit on his card was nonexistent. Today was no different. 

“That looks great on you,” a man offered as he emerged from the back of the store. His dreads were neatly pulled back out of his face. He was the definition of tall, dark, and handsome, the exact type of man who would have once turned your head before you met Michael, the love of your life. But no one compared to the literal sexiest man alive in your eyes and that was a fact. 

You had never seen him in the store before but when the woman you typically worked with didn’t return, you realized he would be assisting you. 

“Hope you don’t mind. Jenn had a family emergency. I’m Marcus,” he reached out to shake your hm which you accepted with a bright smile. 

“Nice to meet you. Y/N,” you introduced yourself before turning back to the mirror, your hands running over the luxuriously soft material that hugged your curves. “Not sure this is the most flattering though.” 

“I have another dress in the back, we just got it in. Similar to this one but it’s perfect for you. Will be far more flattering. A body like that… you should show it off.” 

You did not pick up on the obvious flirting in his tone, particularly as that was the farthest thing from your mind. You merely nodded with a smile. “Thank you. That would be great. Can’t wait to see it.” 

“I’ll bring that and a couple other pieces. We technically aren’t supposed to show them yet but for a friend,” he winked at you. “I can bend a few rules.” 

“Really??” You were merely excited about getting an advanced look at your favorite store’s new pieces. 

“Of course. Be right back.” 

“Thank you!” You watched him for a few moments as he walked away before turning to Michael whose face was set in a scowl. “Everyone here’s so nice all the time.” 

“That nigga’s nice cause he wants to fuck you,” Michael grumbled, his tone signaling that he was not as pleased with the service as you.” 

Your jaw fell open before you laughed at the absurdity of the idea. Men rarely flirted with you, if ever. “Come on, baby. Don’t be silly. He wants us to spend money, likely to make his commission better so he’s just being extra complimentary.” 

“Nahhh, I watched him basically undress you with his fuckin’ eyes, Princess. Besides, I’m the one payin’ and nigga didn’t say shit to me. Acted like I’m not even here. I don’t like him.” 

You merely laughed, clearly not realizing that Michael was genuinely upset with the salesman. “Aww my grumpy baby. You don’t like anyone,” you teased before disappearing into your dressing room to try on more outfits. 

Outfit after outfit, you pranced around for your boyfriend and gave him a fashion show. He was thoroughly unhelpful as he loved 95% of the items you tried on and refused to help you narrow down the massive stack of clothes. Anytime you went shopping, he thought you should buy everything you remotely liked, even if you had one exactly like it in the closet at home. 

“What do you think? Don’t need both black dresses,” you muttered more to yourself than either man in the room. 

“You look perfect in both. Just get both.” 

“Not helpful, babe!” 

“I think you should get the one you have on. Shows off your body better.” 

“You commentin’ on her body a lil too much, my nigga,” Michael called out, clearly frustrated by Marcus’ innocent compliments toward you as you finished trying on clothes. 

“Michael!” You whipped your head around in shock at his rudeness. “Sorry, he gets very grumpy when we’ve been shopping too long.” 

“No apologies needed,” he raised his hands in surrender before making an excuse to go to the back of the store to get her something else. 

You scoffed once he was gone, you and Michael having a silent standoff. 

“That was hella rude,” you chastised him. 

Michael merely shrugged “Hella rude for him to openly flirt with my girl in front of me. He bold enough for that shit, he’s bold enough to take the heat.” 

“You’re ridiculous.” 

“Nah and what were you doin’? Flirting back with that nigga.” 

You let out a laugh at the absurdity of that statement. “Flirting back?? It’s called being nice. I only got eyes for one, very jealous man.” 

And with that, you disappeared back into the changing room to put back on your real clothes. You could not understand what was up with Michael as of late. He seemed to be so much more jealous than he used to be lately, snapping or glaring at any man who got too close or talked to you for too long. He had done the same thing at a premiere just last week. You had chalked the first couple times up to him having a bad day but now you wondered if something else was wrong. 

“You ok?” You asked as you both patiently waited for Marcus to package your mountain of clothes and accessories. 

His eyebrow was furrowed with an angry expression on his face. Still packing most of the weight of Erik Killmonger, he looked intimidating to say the least. But you did not understand what he could be that upset about, nothing had even happened. 

He did not answer you, merely handing Marcus his card to finish paying. 

“Need help getting these to your car?” Marcus asked, his hands already preparing to grab the heavy garment bags and smaller shopping bags 

“That would be g-” you started to say when Michael immediately cut you off. 

“Nah we got it.” His short tone made you cringe slightly, Marcus’s face blanching at the rudeness of it. 

He gestured for his security to pick up the bags and grabbed the rest himself before gesturing for you to exit the store. You merely offered a polite thank you before following him out of the store. 

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As soon as you walked into the house, you started up the stairs to put your new items in their proper spots when he stopped you. 

“Princess!” 

“What’s up, babe?” 

His tone and face looked almost bored as he scrolled on his phone. “When you’re done, assume the position by the counter.” 

Your eyes grew wide with surprise. Assume the position was a clear directive in the Jordan household, one that let you know the relaxing evening you had planned was not going to happen. A sign that you had upset your master, and thus, must be punished. 

“What did I do??” The logical part of your brain was well aware he was not going to tell you. If your infraction was not obvious, he rarely told you what it was until the punishment had started. But as you racked your brain, you could not understand what on Earth you did to upset him. You had a really nice day together and aside from the weird interaction with the sales associate, he seemed fine. Then it clicked in your brain. 

His jealous streak seemed to not have ended earlier, after all. 

“That’s for me to know and you to find out. 10 minutes.” 

He did not spare you another glance before he disappeared toward the living room, leaving you gawking after him on the stairwell.

“Fuck my life,” you muttered as you raced up the stairs. You completely disregarded your original mission of putting your clothes away, you did not have time for that. 

Instead, you stripped down to nothing and pulled your braids out of their high ponytail. You went to your drawer and pulled out the various things you knew were required: your collar and leash, nipple clamps, flogger, blindfold, and ball gag. He did not always use them all and sometimes he used none of them. But that was another thing for him to know and you to find out. 

You descended down the stairs, your entire body almost floating with anticipation. You knew whatever he had planned would be the most delicious form of torture and that he would fuck you senseless once you begged for his forgiveness enough. 

Michael was leaning against the counter, scrolling on his phone as he waited. Ingredients for dinner laid out on the counter. 

“Thinkin’ short ribs for dinner. Cool?” He asked, his voice completely calm and normal despite what you knew was about to happen. The sweet, doting finace who cared what you wanted for dinner would disappear and a new persona would take over. 

“Sounds good. Thanks, babe.” 

“You ready, Princess?” he asked, checking in as he always did before an intense punishment or scene, which you always appreciated. They were punishments but they were supposed to be pleasurable, in a way, for you too. 

“Yes, daddy,” you answered immediately, handing him all the toys you brought with you before sinking down to your knees before him. You spread your legs just enough for your flower to be on display for him, already wet and aching for his rough touch in the mere minutes he left you. The chill of the house caused the hair on your arms to stick up but you ignored it, things would heat up in a few minutes. 

You wanted to smirk as you watched his eyes cloud with lust but you kept your face neutral. Michael was gone and your master stood in front of you. And his perfect, submissive fuck toy replaced you, designed and ready for whatever pain or pleasure he was generous enough to offer. And the growing ache between your thighs revealed a simple truth: you loved every single second of being his slut. 

Your eyes remained trained on the wood panels of the kitchen floor as he silently studied you. The minutes stretched on and on at an agonizing pace but you did not lift your head or move an inch. However, you could not stop the little sigh of relief that passed your lips when you finally saw his feet come into your line of vision. 

His hand wrapped around your throat, your mouth falling open with a small moan as he squeezed. It was not hard, just enough to let you know he was there. More, you wanted to beg. That was the problem, it did not matter what he did. You just wanted more of it and more of him. You were so addicted to the drug that was Michael, it felt like a lifetime supply would not even be enough. 

His hand forced your head upward so you were looking directly into his expressive brown eyes, your favorite part of him. This position could have had you cumming right then. 

All you could think about was how good it felt to have his hand squeezing your throat while you rode his dick. The mere memory made your pussy clench. But that was not in the cards for you… not yet anyway. 

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” He knew everything about his little fuck toy, exactly what his Princess wanted and needed. And there was not a man alive who knew it better. “Such an eager fuck toy for me. That’s why you were tryin’ on all those slutty clothes today? Think you’d get my attention and I’d come back here and fuck you like the attention-seeking whore you are?” He asked as he let go of your throat, much to your sadness, and started circling you. A predator sizing up his prey, indeed. 

You were not foolish enough to answer a single question he levied, they were rhetorical. 

“But I wasn’t the only man whose attention you got. Bet you loved that shit too… his hands on you fixing your outfits, complimenting you. Flirting with him, accepting his help right in front of your master. I should’ve fucked you right there in front of him to remind you that there’s only one man whose attention you should want.” 

The thought of that made your head spin. Him forcing you to your knees in the dressing room, fucking you from behind, claiming you and your body loudly for every person to hear. 

He gently put your collar around your neck, the fur lining made it more comfortable than it would have been otherwise. It was custom, Princess Y/N, embroidered on it. 

“Too tight?” he asked as he attached the leash to it. 

“No master,” you muttered. 

“Good.” 

He tugged on it, forcing you in step behind him. You bit back the moans this caused, him walking you around your living room and kitchen for a few minutes. He knew how much you loved to crawl behind him. It was clear he was trying to ramp you up as much as possible before the punishment truly started. And it was working perfectly. 

By the time you returned to the spot you started at in the kitchen, your knees in pain from the hardwood floor, your body was screaming for his touch. Your core felt painfully empty, you were desperate to feel him on you, inside you. He slid the blindfold over your eyes. 

You whimpered for a moment at the sudden loss of sight, sensory deprivation was a new game for you both and you were still getting used to it. 

“Say the word and the blindfold can come off, Princess,” he whispered. At your nods, he continued. “Face down, ass up. Legs spread. Don’t move a muscle.” 

You adjusted yourself to assume his favorite position. You hissed as your upper body laid against the cool kitchen floor but you made sure the arch in your back was perfect, your ass perched high in the air. Your legs were spread enough for him to see the glistening mess coating your inner thighs. 

“You disgustin’ cum slut. Crawlin’ like a whore made you that wet?” He degraded you, making your entire body shudder as his hands caressed your ass. 

“Yes daddy,” you breathed out, your brain already losing the ability to fully form words. The fog of pleasure was already heavy and he had not even started. “I-I’m sorry.” 

You tensed up sightly, knowing that when you least expected it, his caresses would turn into sharp blows that would make you cry out. However, just as quickly as he started touching you, he stopped. You could not feel his presence around you at all. You had not been given permission to move and you could not see him. You could not even sense where he was anymore. 

Had he left you there? Naked and unable to move like a statue? After a few moments, you heard soft footsteps not far away, causing you to exhale slightly. He was still hovering around. 

Minutes passed by, slower than you thought time could move, as he just left you there without  a single touch or word. But you followed directions, your legs would literally collapse before you moved a muscle. 

Your mind raced to understand why he was not punishing you. And after about 15 minutes of utter silence except for the sounds of him cooking, you longed for it. The sting of his palm, the fire of the flogger against your ass, your thighs, your back, literally anywhere at this point. But there was nothing. This was more of a punishment than the spanking. If you had been given permission to speak, you would have begged for your own torture at this point, would have begged for as many lashings as he felt you deserved for being such a shameless whore. But you could do nothing, nothing but sit with shaking legs in your disorienting haze of pleasure until he decided that you were worth even doling out a punishment on. 

It was clear to you why he chose that particular spot, a spot you knew was visible to him regardless of where he stood in the kitchen. You were on display. 

At that realization, you deepened the arch in your back to something you didn't even know was possible. You had to force yourself not to wiggle your ass in his face, entice him to light it on fire with his strength. 

“Couldn’t even last 15 minutes without daddy’s attention, could you?” You were not sure if you were allowed to answer. “You may speak, Princess.” 

“D-daddy pl-please…” you begged. 

“Didn’t seem to care about me earlier. Why should I give you attention now?” 

“B-Because… I need…” your words failed you. You needed so much in that moment. You needed the pain, you needed the pleasure it brought, you needed to be reminded what you were and whose you were. 

“You need what? Need me to make you cum? You’ll be grateful if I let you cum at all tonight. Need me to fuck you like the cumslut you are? Not sure you deserve my dick. Or you need me to remind you what happens to disobedient fuck toys who anger their masters? Need me to remind you who owns you?” 

“Y-Yes! P-Please… I d-deserve to be punished. I n-need it.” The words barely left your lips before you felt the first blow of the flogger against your ass. “T-Thank you,” you moan, savoring the sting and ache it left behind. 

However, you could not savor it long as he rained them down on every inch of your ass and thighs and a couple well-placed agonizing ones against your pussy that made you scream. You kept count, as was already required. 

“Keep your legs open, slut or I’ll add five more,” he demanded as your entire body convulsed as the flogger caught part of your clit. You forced your body to maintain the position, which took all your willpower. And to think, you begged for this. 

Tears were streaming down your face when he reached 29. That was the most he had ever done with the flogger as it was more painful than his hand and it was torture. However, you took it, the desire to use your safeword never coming to your mind. You would not be able to sit tomorrow but your entire body was on fire, hot, sweaty and desperate for him to fuck the shit out of you. 

When you finally said 30, you were proud of yourself for taking all of it like a champ. 

“That’s a good slut. You should see your ass right now,” he muttered. “So beautiful.” You could only imagine your entire body was completely red and you could feel a couple welts from where he punished you in the same spot over and over again. “You may sit up.” 

You whimpered as you stretched and moved out of your position, your muscles protesting. As you sat up, his hand cupped your cheek and wiped away the few falling tears. 

“Too much?” he asked quietly. 

“No sir. T-thank you for r-reminding me what I am,” you whisper. 

He helped you to your feet, your legs shaking slightly. 

“Let’s watch somethin’ on the tv. Short ribs are slow cookin’.”

Despite the pain in your body, you could not help but smile. This was what made the punishments worth it, this moment. You were happy he let you walk to the couch, giving you a chance to stretch your legs. You stood and watched, licking your lips as he stripped off his clothes before sitting down, his head dripping with pre-cum that made you want to sink to your knees and steal a taste. You licked your lips, longing clearly written on your face that made Michael want to chuckle. He knew how much his Princess loved servicing him on your knees. 

“Don’t even think about it. Worthless cunts who can’t remember who they belong to don’t get a taste. Why?” 

“Because servicing you is a reward and I don’t deserve a reward, daddy,” you mumbled quietly, your voice just as lost and pitiful as you felt. This was the point of punishment though because all you now wanted to do was assure him you were his perfect, obedient princess so you could be rewarded. 

“Good girl. Earn my forgiveness and maybe I’ll fuck that sweet mouth before bed tonight. Now for your punishment…” 

Your eyes grew wide. The last 30 minutes had not been the punishment?? 

Fuck my life. 

“Climb up here and sit on my dick. Facing the tv.” 

You practically catapulted onto his dick without hesitation. Not just because good girls did what they were told without hesitation but because this was your type of punishment. RIding his dick was your favorite pastime.

You slid down on his hard dick, moaning loudly as he filled you to the brim. It was not the orgasm your body desperately needed but it satisfied the overwhelming, blinding carnal need to be filled you felt. You immediately started rocking your hips to increase the friction and pleasure when a powerful and painful swat against your already bruised ass stopped your movements. 

“I didn’t tell your dumb ass to move. Seems like you keep forgetting I own you Princess. This pussy… this body… it’s all mine. And no one else gets to touch what’s mine, no one else controls what’s mine. So you’re gonna sit there on my dick and you’re not gonna move until I tell you to. When I tell you to ride my dick, you do it. When I tell you to stop, you fuckin’ stop. Understand?” 

“D-Daddy please?” you hoped your pleas for mercy and the soft puppy eyes you had on would be enough to soften his resolve. Of all the things he had forced you to do since walking in the house, this was the worst of them. To feel him inside you and be so close to bringing him the pleasure he deserved and you desperately needed but not be allowed to? 

Fuck my life. 

“You should be thankin’ me for even letting your worthless cunt warm my dick. Now sit there and watch the show,” he nodded toward the tv where an episode of both of your favorite anime was playing. 

You moaned and turned around, trying to keep your attention focused on the show in front of you. However, it was impossible. 

This was an utterly new sensation and, while it was torturous, you could not deny that it was pleasurable in its own way. 

Michael’s girth and length was something to be reckoned with and he knew how to use it. His dick perfectly curved into your g-spot and could have you cumming with a few strokes. As you sat on him, his hands occasionally wandered to caress your other pleasure zones. His strong hands massaged your inner thighs causing you to moan. 

You wondered if you could orgasm from just sitting there. You would not because you did not have permission but you wondered if it was possible. Because between his hands and the feel of him inside you, you could think of nothing else. You could feel every inch of him, his dick throbbing and pulsing like a heartbeat against your walls. 

Your body squirmed in his touch, your moans as he played with your body were consistent, particularly when he brushed against your clit. He offered a featherlike touch, it was barely there but you were so worked up, you felt every jolt of pleasure through your body magnified. 

Your pussy clenched around him as if silently begging him to move. But you knew he would not allow you to until he was ready. 

He worked up a rhythm against your clit, your movements becoming more uncontrolled, your breaths heavier. You weren’t gonna last long like this.

“Whose pussy is this, Princess?” 

“Yours, daddy. Only y-yours.” 

“Who can bring you pleasure like your master?” 

“N-No one. J-just you.” 

“Never forget that shit, understand?” 

You nodded fervently. Every punishment had a lesson and this one was etched into your brain matter as now was the feeling of every vein and inch of his dick. 

“I w-won’t! I promise, daddy.” 

He pressed a soft kiss to your bare back, increasing the speed of his fingers. “Cum on my dick, Princess.” 

With permission to cum, you stopped holding back and allowed your body to feel everything. Fuck his fingers knew exactly what buttons to push as your body finally got the pleasure it needed for the last hour. The build up was so fast you barely got to enjoy it but you did not care, you needed the crash, the fall to drown in the pleasure only he could provide. And when you reached the peak, you crashed hard. 

“You like that, baby? You gon’ cum for daddy?” 

“Y-Yes… fuck… t-thank you!” you cried out as you threw your head back as an explosion of pleasure took over every inch of your body. You felt pleasure down to the very cells that made up every part of you. 

You gasped as Michael’s hand wrapped around your long hair and gripped it, pulling you backward. He turned you so his mouth could claim yours, drowning out your moans and cries with a kiss so dominating you never wanted it to end. 

“That’s my good girl,” he praised, causing your heart to soar. “You’ve earned my forgiveness. Ride.” 

You did not need to hear anything else as you started to ride him with abandon, moaning every time his head rammed into your g-spot. You’d cum again before this was over but you made it your personal mission to ensure he did too. You pulled out every trick and play you had in the book until you felt his hands dig into your hips and he started ramming into you. 

You let him take control as he fucked you like a rag doll, ignorning the ache of your bruised ass and thighs as he slammed into them with every thrust upward. He kept you flush to his chest with one hand wrapped tight around your neck, the gentleness of his choking earlier long gone. 

“Where you want it?” he demanded as you felt the signs of him about to cum. 

“Cum inside me, please!” you begged. Michael knew you had a bit of a breeding kink, loving the feeling of him filling you with his cum. That was often another punishment when he would cum on you instead of inside you. Not that him marking his territory was really a punishment. 

“Want me to fill this sweet cunt, baby??” 

“Yes! Please, please!” you begged as he fucked you so hard you felt as if you would be seeing stars for hours. 

You could not stop your body from convulsing as you felt the warmth of his cum surge inside you, you clenched around him. 

Your legs burned as you used your arms, braced on his knees to stop your upper body from toppling forward. He rubbed soothing patterns along your spine to calm you. Michael pushed you to your limit every time but he also knew how to take care of you afterward. 

He lifted you off of him, a slight whimper escaping your lips at the emptiness you suddenly felt. He only sat you down long enough to stand up himself and you were quickly back in his arms, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he carried you up to your master suite. 

He laid you on the bed and got some soothing lotion and started massaging it everywhere the flogger hit you. You shuddered at the cool feeling but it felt heavenly combating the stinging you still felt and soreness you knew you would still feel tomorrow. 

“You did so good for me, Princess,” he offered, your sweet Michael clearly having returned to you. 

That was all you needed to hear, that you had pleased him. 

“Thank you.” Your gratitude was muffled against the comforter of your shared bed. After a few moments of silence, you sat up and glanced back at him. “You know you’re it for me, right? Don’t have eyes for anyone else.” 

“Yea I know… sometimes I just worry…” his voice trailed off. 

You ignored the ache to shift over to him and straddle his waist, his hands resting on your hips. “You’re always reassuring me, sometimes I forget you need that too. You are the greatest thing that ever happened to me. It’s you and me till the end of the line, babe.” You teasingly peppered his face with kisses until he finally smiled and started laughing. 

“You and me, baby.” 

“But anytime you wanna get a little jealous and possessive and it leads to that? Feel free,” you joked, the scene still dominating every space in your mind. At your words, you suddenly became hyper aware of his member pressed against your core and instinctively started grinding on top of him. 

“Princess,” he growled. “This time ain’t about me,” he reminded her. Aftercare was about you and he was committed to it. 

“How much time do we have till dinner?” 

“Two hours.” 

“Enough time for you to teach me my lesson again and then take care of me. Don’t think it quite stuck,” you shrugged nonchalantly, taking on your bratty persona to rile him up. 

You shrieked as he flipped you over onto your back and stood up. Master was back and he was ready to make the most of those two hours.

***

A/N: Thanks for reading!! My requests are open if you have more asks/requests… just know that it takes me a while lol

Drop a comment and let me know what you thought :)

[luveline]

shy!reader patching up tasm!peter’s wounds and getting all flustered bc his flirting is both incessant and incredibly effective (a friends-to-lovers snapshot, if you will)

idk if this is what u meant im sry lol ♥︎ fem!reader tw stitches

"Pete," you chide, barely above a whisper. 

"What?" 

"Hands to yourself." 

"Isn't that hypocritical?" 

You stop yourself from laughing because you need very steady hands. "How can you…" You drift off as you push the needle back into his skin, pull the string taut, and start again. "How can you make jokes right now? Aren't you hurting?" 

His hand pauses where it had been tracing the hem of your shirt, fingertip stuttering over the slightest slip of your bare skin. "Bub, you know it doesn't bother me." 

"It bothers me," you say. Normal best friends go to the movies, the library, and spend altogether too much money on takeout. They don't stitch each other up in the middle of the night. 

"I'm sorry! I swear, I was so fast. He was- Faster." He does his awful forgive me smile that makes your stomach flip. "Besides, I like this part." 

"What?" 

"Your," — he shivers as you pull another stitch closed — "hands. You have super soft hands. Like silk." 

"Spare me," you say under your breath. 

"What was that?" 

You shake your head. "Last one," you say gently. 

Peter doesn't speak again until his stitches are done, disinfected and covered. "Hey," he says, hand covering your upper arm, squeezing lightly, "Thank you, sweetheart. Seriously. Your stitches are better than mine, you're as good as an actual nurse." 

"I have to be good at them 'cause you get hurt so much," you say, shrugging off his second compliment. 

He rubs your arm. "You encourage me." 

"I don't." 

"S'like asking a mouse to stop trying for the cheese in a mouse trap." 

"... I'm the trap?" 

"The cheese, actually." 

Your face is on fire. "Peter." 

"You're embarrassed? That's hardly my smoothest line. I got a new one, by the way. Has anyone ever told you-" 

"No," you say quickly, getting off of his bed in a hurry and almost tripling over a rogue hoodie. "I need to wash my hands." 

His pleased laughter follows you all the way to the bathroom. 

[4ngeldusstt]

D A M A G E D

A/N: a draft i didn’t know i had on my notes app lol

Warnings: strong language, violence, abusive behavior, toxic relationship, alcohol (please tell me if i’m missing any)

Word count: 689

You’ve been waiting in this hotel room for what feels like hours, sitting anxiously on the bed, Dabi left after he dragged me from the party we just were at, without an explanation, he was pissed for sure but still didn’t know why.

You finally heard the door unlock and fear started to crawl all over taking control of your system, running to the bathroom and locking the door before he could face you, hearing a glass bottle smash against the wall shattering into a thousand pieces followed by him yelling, when Dabi was drunk and angry was not someone you wanted to deal with or be near of.

“open the fucking door” he was forcefully hitting the piece of wood that separated the both of you. “I said open. The. Fucking. Door.” you were now hiding in the bathtub knees to your chest trying to keep your sobs as quite as you could. “You are just a fucking slut, you think I didn’t notice huh? Flirting with that fucker at the party? That’s what you are, a fucking cheating slut.” the last word came out of his mouth with an amount of rage you didn’t knew he had in him, followed with a loud punch at the door making you jump.

That’s why he draged you back all pissed? Because he thought you were flirting? You started to recap what happened at the party, a guy came up to you, yes, he attempted to flirt, yes, but you said that you had a boyfriend, Dabi’s sight was on you at all times, you even pointed at him to show the guy who you came with. He apologized and left. Thats all, but he didn’t leave you no time to explain, after that he just came up to you and dragged you out.

You felt anger starting to build up, finally opening the door, now facing a drunk, angry Dabi. Your face was completely soaked from all the tears, “listen to me, I was not flirting with him, he flirted with me and I said I had a boyfriend and I even pointed at you he apologized and he fucking left, don’t you fucking dare to call me a bitch, a slut and a fucking cheater cause I’ve been nothing but fucking faithful to you.” Not knowing where you got all that courage to scream back all the words that were locked up inside of you, not caring anymore about the consequences just wanting to speak your truth and stand up for yourself.

He was stunt, not expecting for you to open the door nonetheless speak to him like that, it was almost as if he got sober the second he saw your face. He was now fully aware and ashamed. “I-I didn’t know, I thought- baby, I’m- please forgive me.” He was in a loss of words not even knowing how to fix the amount of damage he just caused.

Sitting on the edge of the mattress, resting his face in between his hands, was he.. crying? Dabi, the oh so badass villain, the one that didn’t back down for anyone was breaking in front of you. “You didn’t even give me time to explain, you just went off on me, I- I thought you were going to hurt me.” Your voice laced with a softness he didn’t deserve right now, you just couldn’t be with him after his. “I think it’s better if I go, take care of yourself Toya and don’t do anything stupid.” Just like that you grabbed your heels that were scattered across the floor and left.

He knew it was over, he didn’t want to accept it but understood your reasons. He wasn’t planning on letting you go that easily, you are his missing piece, you keep him sane and grounded, you are his reason to breathe and to be alive, everything he does he does it for you. It was not going to be easy but he was going to regain your trust back, little by little doesn’t matter how long it takes him but he can’t fathom a life without you.

[cosmic-metanoia]

Masculinity Concepts in FFXVI

***Spoilers for Final Fantasy 16***

I wanted to focus on the concept of masculinity in Final Fantasy XVI.

I really love how we see different aspects of masculinity portrayed in the characters. I won't go over every male character in the game but I'll mostly focus on the Dominants along with some side characters.

*Clive - I have a whole character analysis post dedicated to him but to highlight a couple points - he has many wonderful qualities that make him very admirable not just as a man but as a person. Despite his handsome looks that we all know and love, he has a surprising softness inside him and wears his emotions on his sleeve at times especially when it comes to Jill. We see moments when he bares his soul and weeps out of sorrow or joy which makes him more masculine, in my opinion, not less.

*Joshua - His masculinity is incredibly refreshing as it is the complete opposite of toxic masculinity. His face has soft and almost feminine-like features. He may have spent his young life being physically frail but he demonstrates a fiery strong spirit. He has this honest chivalry to him yet views everyone as equals and has a gift for poetic words as a result his study of books. He is merciful and incredibly kind but is unafraid to demonstrate his prowess on the battlefield like his older brother.

*Cid - Now this guy is your classic smokin' cowboy archetype but with MUCH better attitude. He oozes masculine charm, wit, and charisma but he uses it for the betterment of society and to persuade others to join his revolutionary cause. But his motives are candid and straightforward. I love how he didn't exist just to flirt, be eye candy, or simply be the comic relief. He becomes the mentor whose legacy lives on through Clive and bonds the hideaway folks into a real family.

*Dion - He IS the reason why Sanbreque was able to tip the scales to its favor - because he is the powerful Dominant of Bahamut. He is the prince but he climbed the ranks and earned the respect of his elite dragoons. He exudes military spirit and possesses a flair for political language as a future leader yet has a sense of honor and duty to his people. And along with that I can bring up Terence who is also a military man and climbed the ranks to be by Dion's side. Their love for each other is tender and beautiful and perceived as just another aspect of themselves.

*Kupka - Now this guy is your typical gym bro and is quite the buffoon (I cracked up when Sleipnir says something like "seems Hugo's head was filled with rocks afterall.) He gives the strong impression that he does not respect women (ahem, that servant he kicked) with the exception of Benedikta who could care less about him. Kupka is your stereotypical toxic masculine type.

*Barnabas - Another villain who uses his masculine aura to dominate and overpower. Even when it came to the intimate scene with Benedikta, he certainly gives the impression that carnal pleasure is just a means to an end. Benedikta knew immediately that he'd throw her away as soon as she lost her use to him. Also... I mean...the dude carries a huge sword like he's trying to make a statement LOL!

In terms of side characters, we see that even the hardened Blackthorne is encouraged to open up his feelings which (through many side quests) he is eventfully able to do and make peace with his past. We see the rugged Otto and his eyes brimming with tears when speaking about the late Cid or about the Bearer son he lost. We see Goetz as the gentle giant who is working on his own self-confidence. We also see Gav who gets emotional after a few kegs of ale and cares deeply about Edda and her baby. And even Uncle Byron who shows his sense of power through his financial generosity but loves to put on a good show (he would be quite the actor in Shakespeare theater!)

There are many male characters that I missed but I wanted to focus on a handful of characters. We're so used to seeing the typical battle-hardened and gruff heroes that eventually claim victory over their enemies and get the girl. It's nice to have a story where you have men with different pasts and drives that pull them forward to their futures.

I will also (hopefully soon) write about the female characters as well! :)

[another-lost-mc]

what would be your ocs' voicelines be like when the mc has reached a certain intimacy level? (also it's so fucken hard tryna increase their intimacy omg barbatos is my highest n he's only at 18 and i'm alrd DYING out here)

surprise guest interactions + intimacy calls

Featuring: Azra, Karasu, Zekhan

CW: gn!Reader. NSFW (the intimacy calls section). Contains flirting, suggestive content, phone sex.

A/N: Seriously, my fav bias is so obvious when it comes to the intimacy rankings. I have five characters in NB with intimacy in the single-digits. lol Speaking of bias, Karasu and Zee got some extra love in this.

AZRA

Prefers: Glass of Aged Demonus

Also likes: Spicy Rainbow Pizza, Comfort Candy, Backstabbing Sandwich

Surprise Guest Dialogue (max hearts):

1-3x: "I didn't expect you to be so bold."

Final: “I'd like to get to know you better, but perhaps we should go somewhere more private first.”

KARASU

Prefers: Hell's Kitchen Mean Greens Salad

Also likes: Family Pack of Sushi, Barbatos's Tea, Black Coffee of Melancholy

Surprise Guest Dialogue (max hearts):

1-3x: "Oh, is this for me? You're too kind."

Final: "Thinking about you distracts me from my work, but I don't think I mind at all."

ZEKHAN

Prefers: Madame Devian's Hellberry Milkshake

Also likes: Princess's Poison Apple, Human World Cheeseburger, Black Coffee of Melancholy

Surprise Guest Dialogue (max hearts):

1-3x: "Have you been watching me? Interesting."

Final: "It's rare that someone manages to surprise me the way you do.”

AZRA — Intimacy Phone Call (Rank 5)

Asmo dials Azra’s number on your D.D.D. and asks you to let him know that you’ll both be attending the club’s event that weekend. A dial tone rings until the call drops - he doesn’t answer.

KARASU — Intimacy Phone Call (Rank 5)

He doesn’t call you. He sends you a message (through KARASU OS) to remind you about the exchange program student satisfaction survey you haven’t completed yet.

ZEKHAN — Intimacy Phone Call (Rank 5)

He calls and introduces himself as The Fall’s manager, then he asks why you have been attempting to contact Azra using his personal number.

You tell him that Asmo gave you his number.

He grumbles quietly about Asmo’s lack of decorum and acknowledges your response before promptly bidding you goodnight and hanging up.

AZRA — Intimacy Phone Call (Max Rank)

The muffled sound of music filters through the phone when you pick up his call. He's impatiently awaiting for you to arrive for a party at The Fall, and he casually asks about the outfit Asmo designed for you. His deep voice is punctuated with soft purrs and a sultry drawl.

"I should let you finish getting ready, love. I look forward to seeing you in your new outfit, but I can't promise it will stay on for long once you get here."

"Asmo asked me to remind you to try not to rip this one."

"He should stop designing things with so many delicate lacings and buttons then."

KARASU — Intimacy Phone Call (Max Rank)

He calls you one evening when you're getting settled into the guest room provided to you. A last-minute summons to the Sorcerer's Society has interfered with your weekend plans together. The disappointed whine that laced his voice earlier in the day has shifted into something much more needy, and as you settle into bed, you can hear the faint sound of rustling sheets.

"Is your room comfortable? It's the least they could do for causing such an inconvenience for you."

The sulky tone in his voice makes you smile. "It's good enough until I can come home tomorrow."

"I can hardly wait," he admits quietly.

What follows is a seemingly typical conversation about nothing in particular. Despite his innocent questions about what you’re doing and what you’re thinking about, the words feel charged, like there’s a current of heat laced into his voice. The longer you speak with him over the phone, his tone slowly thickens with unabashed desire that courses through his veins like honey.

It's not long until he starts to stutter over his words, and his breath hitches suddenly with a soft groan. You can't help the smile that tugs at your lips when you realize what he's doing. These late-night phone calls tend to have a certain effect on him, and it appears that tonight is no different.

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” you ask innocently even though you already know the answer.

“You know that I—I can’t help it,” he admits breathlessly. “I miss you so much.”

He exhales shakily into the receiver but if you listen closely, you can hear the faint, rhythmic sound of slick skin-against-skin.

"I miss you too," you admit even as your cheeks grow warm and your free hand dips beneath the covers and over the curve of your belly. "Would you like to know exactly how much I missed you?"

"Oh, yes—" he gasps, sucking air through his teeth with a soft hiss. On the other end of the call, the bedframe creaks quietly from the weight of his movements. "P-please?"

ZEKHAN — Intimacy Phone Call (Max Rank)

It starts with a text conversation like most evenings do when he has to work.

ZEKHAN: It’s quiet here tonight. Tuesday nights are slow as it is, but there aren’t any parties scheduled either.

➤ I'm glad you called. I miss you.

You can annoy Azra if you’re bored, that's always fun!

ZEKHAN: I miss you too, but as much as I enjoy our chats, I wish we could do more than talk.

➤ It’s a shame you’re stuck at work all night.

Behave, mister.

ZEKHAN: Fortunately, I have you to distract me. You should start by telling me what you're wearing right now, bunny.

The Devilsilk pajamas Asmo bought me.

I’m still in my RAD uniform.

➤ Wouldn’t you like to know? ;)

<ZEKHAN is calling you.>

“How brave of you to tease me like that, my dear.”

“I would do more than that if I could. Why don't we have dinner tomorrow night and I can make it up to you?"

"I don't think I can wait that long."

"It's not like we have much choice. You can't just leave work for a quickie."

"Who says I can't? I doubt anyone will even notice I'm gone."

"I don't know...it's not very professional."

"In most circumstances I would agree with you, but I've decided to take my break early tonight and now I can spend the next half hour being as unprofessional as I want. I'll be there shortly.”

“Not to sound ungrateful, but thirty minutes hardly seems worth the effort.”

“Is that a challenge, bunny? Because I promise I'll have you coming for me in less than ten.”

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[lifeiskentastic]

are you still making requests for ryan gosling characters? Cause I have a request for Luke and Dan dunne, I really have a soft spot for those two. Maybe Luke meets a reader who works as a waitress, and they get all flirty with each other

Thanks for the request <33 really, these two are totally deserve a special spot

Flirting Luke and gn!Reader

Gif by @crazy-about-ryan

A/N: Next post will be about Dan because I'm having a sudden creative epiphany lol;

Summary: "Come back again" is not the only thing a waiter can say to an attractive customer;

Word count: 609 words;

Btw, my requests are still open!

"Coffee and a bacon sandwich. A very extraordinary choice."

The customer looks up at you as if he have just learned that humans can talk.

"Hmm. I guess."

Having received an equally extraordinary answer, you hurriedly smiled and turned around in the opposite direction from the visitor, while simultaneously managing to reprimand yourself for your own stupidity. Seriously? "A very extraordinary choice"? My God, when did you forget how to flirt (or maybe you never even knew how to flirt)?

And this embarrassment only multiplied when, after those words, you also had to take the order to him.

"I'm Luke, by the way. I hope that's extraordinary enough for you."

You sighed, but rather in a calm manner. Phew, the main thing is that this man is not offended or anything like that.

"I'm Y/N." A relaxed smile bloomed on your face, but your tongue took over again. Of course, it had only been a few minutes since the last time. "And, in fact, the only thing extraordinary about you is your biker clothes."

You could see a truly fascinating picture of a slight smile touching his handsome face and him trying to hide it behind a cup of coffee.

"In fact, the only thing in you is your waiter's uniform. It suits you. In a very extraordinary way."

This phrase made you chuckle into your fist, which defused the atmosphere between you and Luke in a strange way. In a very extraordinary way.

"Oh, you know, I look good in a lot of different uniforms, in fact." You leaned against Luke's desk, moving closer to his still pleasantly smiling face. "I could even show you." You gave him a playful wink, and it was like the last straw. Luke couldn't help but giggle quietly, still trying to hide his too obvious mirth behind that cup.

"Ah... then I'm looking forward to that moment."

Your uncontrollable laughter quickly joined Luke's in unison.

It was supposed to be a romantic and private flirtation between strangers, but instead you looked like two fools who couldn't control their emotions in the middle of the day in a café.

And, honestly, that's even better than any seductive flirt you could have imagined.

Especially with this particular client. Luke. You wonder if it would be inappropriate to ask him out right now. Although, you've already said even more explicit things to him in public, so you both have no choice now.

When you finally wiped away the last tear of your laughter and looked directly into Luke's bright, cheerful eyes, you felt a kind of inexplicable confidence.

You opened your mouth to ask a decisive question, not even realizing that Luke had done exactly the same thing…

"Will you go on a date with me?"

You blinked. Did you hear Luke ask the same question in a chorus with you?

Well, judging by another fit of laughter from him, it was.

"Hmm, so... so you agree?"

You looked at Luke with mock thoughtfulness, whose tone became just a little worried as he seemed to consider the possibility of a no. But he had absolutely nothing to worry about. After all, you knew your exact answer the moment you saw his blond, disheveled hair in the doorway of the café.

"Sure."

Luke's relieved look made you admire him for one more beautiful moment before your angry coworkers surrounded you and dragged you back to your boring job. But that's okay, because you managed to shout after him: "Tomorrow at the cafe?" and get his confident nod.

Everything was just beginning.

[imashoe69420]

Can we have a oneshot of Leo proposing to his s/o? or at least try because Reader is very clueless and even though she loves Leo, she also doesn't realize that he wants to create a special moment, and that the family also try to help him achieve it? please?

This sounds so funny lol

I’m going to assume you wanted fem pronouns bc of how you refer to the reader

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No Take-Backs

Rise!Leo X Fem!Reader

Prompt: Leo tries to propose to you, but you couldn’t be more oblivious.

Pronouns: Feminine (she/her)

Timeline: Post!Movie (18)

Warnings ⚠️: Underaged drinking, slight angst, mild language

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Leo took a deep shaky breath as he stared down at the small velvet box he’d uncovered in the top drawer of his nightstand.

He was gonna do it.

He was going to finally propose to you like he’d promised all those years ago. Well, it wasn’t actually that long ago. More like four years ago when you and him were both fourteen.

It was more of a joke at first: Leo would flirt with you incessantly, occasionally quipping some pun about the inevitability of receiving your hand in marriage. You’d teased him one time saying that you two would tie the knot at age eighteen. Little did you know how seriously he took it.

Leo remembered the chills that ran down his spine when you’d said that. Chills mixed with the loud thump of his own heart pounding in his ears:

“If it keeps you quiet, we’ll get married when we’re eighteen. Okay?”

She hadn’t said it in the traditional sense, and maybe (Y/N) was just joking with him—hence the beginning of the sentence—but he’d rather ask for forgiveness than permission… if that’s the right analogy.

No matter how many times Leo told himself to take a deep breath and relax, the turtle couldn’t stop thinking about the worst possible outcomes of this particular scenario. Now he was sure that you two loved each other and he wanted to finally let you know how serious he was about you, but what if you were actually just joking?

You were it for him, he knew that. For the blue clad turtle, there wasn’t anything or anybody else he’d want to spend the rest of his life with besides you. It wasn’t like he could just find somebody else unless there’s some sort of mutant dating app. And who can guarantee that they’ll look as beautiful as him? This wasn’t to say that you were as good as he could get. In fact, he never failed to admirably address your visage whether you’d just gotten ready to go out or rolled out of bed at 1PM. Leo always called you beautiful and he always meant it.

Not just your looks, but you always made him laugh. And—it’s kinda shallow but he can’t help his feelings—fed his ego through your relentless compliments whenever he did something to better himself, or maybe just when you’re feeling especially grateful for him. God, did had he hoped his ego would’ve somewhat left him once he became an adult. But alas, he still couldn’t resist hearing a “you’re my champion” breeze past your soft, upturned lips once in a while.

You calling his name caused Leo to fumble the velvet box before hurriedly stuffing it into the corner of the drawer and shutting it as quietly as possible. “Y-yeah, babe?” He stuttered out.

“Come here, I need your help.”

For the last few hours, you and Leo had been moving into your own apartment away from his cockblocking brothers and Splinter. He was proud of himself: being the first in the family to move out at a reasonable age and have a long term girlfriend? This was something you only saw in movies.

The blue turtle—who’d actually forgone his bandanna today. He totally didn’t lose it in the move already—slowly made his way into the kitchen where (Y/N)‘s voice was coming from. You’d been placing sets of dishes into the cupboard, but you and him were both minimalists so you only had two of everything. Two plates, two forks, two spoons, two knives. The only thing you didn’t have two of were the napkins, but that was obvious enough.

You held a plate up to your face and feigned thoughtfulness. “Did you want yours in the left cabinet… or the right one?”

Leo chuckled, gently taking the plate from your hand. “Now that we’re moving in, everything is ours. Our house. Our plates. Our toothbrushes.”

With an eye roll, you stepped aside, urging him to pick his side. The turtle scratched his chin feigning contemplation before claiming the right cabinet. He took a step back, resting his hands on his hips contently.

You giggled as you turned to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I can’t wait to start living with you. It feels like we were just dating a few days ago and now we have an apartment together.”

The time did seem to fly for Leo as well. You and him started dating when you were both about fourteen and have been inseparable since.

Now he was going to marry you.

He placed his hands on your waist, gently swaying the both of you with an iconic sly smile on his face. “Oh, yeah. You knew you’d be in this forever, right? No take-backs.”

With an enamored sigh, you gently pressed your lips against his snout. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

• • •

A month passed and Leo still hadn’t worked up the courage to propose. There’d been a constant whining voice in the back of his head telling him that this wasn’t a good idea.

Your words a month prior had him thinking that you weren’t ready to get married yet. If you felt like you two had just started dating, would you really want to get married so soon after moving in together?

But everything else told him to marry you. He wanted to have you as his forever. The memory of the two of you meeting, going on your first date, and having your first kiss played on repeat in his mind. All those moments meant so much to him. If he ever had children, he would recite them to them all the time; every chance he got.

One night, though, he thought was as good as any to try his luck.

You and him were sitting on the rooftop of your apartment building eating Chinese and drinking out of Coke bottles that may or may not be filled about half way with liquor. Leo quickly realized that alcohol mixed with emotions wouldn’t be ideal when proposing, but maybe it would boost his confidence if anything.

You’d been talking about your college courses and how tiring it’s been.

“I feel like a zombie sometimes: just doing things on autopilot. Everything’s more of an instinct than something I wanna do, y’know?” You took a swig of the spiked drink, sighing deeply afterwards. “Like, I go to school to be something more than what I am now but… I duwanna be a mindless slave to the economy. Y’know?”

The turtle in fact didn’t know what you meant. He’d never had to worry about school or college or the economy besides the rent for the apartment.

Leo shrugged. “Yeah, I can see that. I’m glad I don’t have to worry that much about school and stuff like that. Sounds stressful.”

You slowly nodded, the alcohol suppressing your reaction time. “Yeah, it is. But it’ll be worth it, I think.”

They sat in silence for a couple seconds, car horns blaring from down below. The chilly night breeze toyed with your hair, and Leo couldn’t help but admire you tucking the strands behind your ear before taking a bite of your orange chicken.

A question soon entered Leo’s mind and he thought it would be harmless to ask. “So, like… do you think we could… be more?”

That came out awful. He didn’t mean to stutter so much.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, chuckling. “Be more? What more could we be?”

Leo laughed awkwardly. “I dunno, like… what comes after two people move in together? We just exist together like an old couple?”

“Well, old couples are usually married so…” your words trailed off as you began to connect the dots. With a smirk, you slid closer to your boyfriend. “Ohh, you wanna marry me?”

The lump in Leo’s throat only grew in size, causing him to clear it out. “I mean—well—yeah, but eventually! Not like, now or super soon or anything.”

How smooth.

With an obnoxious laugh, you pressed your head against his shoulder. “You’re so cute. But I don’t think you want to marry me.”

This was something that the blue clad turtle didn’t really understand. How could he not want to marry someone as amazing as you? You always make him laugh, you’re fun to talk to; to have around, you understood him in a way he felt no one else could. Who wouldn’t want to be with you?

“Why’s that?” He asked.

You hummed in thought. “I dunno. I just feel like I’m not someone anyone would want to marry. I’m the girl people have fun with for a few months or years and then never see the rest of your life. My existence in people’s lives is very temporary.”

If you only knew how much that both hurt and concerned him. “No way. Not for me.” Leo unhurriedly reached for the ring in his pocket, the velvet texture of the box soothing his anxiety. “We’re locked down, remember? No take-backs.”

Somewhat of a tension filled the air the second he finished his sentence. You seemed upset—no, conflicted at what he’d said. The turtle began to say something else, but you quickly hopped to your feet with the Coke bottle in your hand. You pressed it to your lips, chugging it down until it was empty. Returning your vision to your boyfriend, you held out your hand to him and forced a smile.

“Dance with me?”

• • •

The next day, you were sort of hungover. Leo was the first to get out of bed to get you a glass of water and make breakfast for the both of you.

Your behavior last night almost diminished his hopes on proposing to you. Maybe it was best to wait a few years before even attempting if you already felt like you wouldn’t be a good partner in marriage. But the voice and the memories kept playing in his mind over and over again. It was as if it was his destiny to make you his. And soon. Very soon.

He tried again a week or so after the first time. You two were sitting on the fire escape talking and he felt like it was the time, but when he was down on his knee, you through your arms around him laughing and snorting in your drunken state. College had been kicking your ass and you hadn’t smiled often since his first attempt, so as to not ruin the moment, he bailed.

The next time, Leo had his brothers help him. But that was fruitless as well when you had to finish an essay, so you both turned in early into the night.

It became a battle to get you one, alone and away from your laptop, and two, to catch you in a good enough mood. Two months passed and Leo still hadn’t proposed, but you had just finished your midterms and were off for the next few weeks. He thought it was the perfect time to test his luck.

Friday night, he coerced his older brother to help him out. Snow had settled on the ground the day prior and he knew you loved the winter more than anything.

Later that night, your boyfriend basically yanked you to the frigid outdoors to the park. The two of you walked down the trail for a few minutes before you grew bored.

“Leo, where are we going?” You somewhat whined. “I love the cold but I’m freezing my ass off here.”

The turtle scoffed as to feign offense. “I’m taking you all this way and you’re complaining? I’m hurt, (Y/N).”

You chuckled lightly as you leaned against him. “It better be good or else you’ll find all your stuff in boxes when we get back.”

After a few more minutes, Leo demanded you to close your eyes and he would guide you the rest of the way. His heart thumped in his chest the closer they came to his surprise. You had to say yes. You just had to. The time and effort he put into this paired with his undying love for you had to be enough.

Soon, the two of you reached your destination.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.” Leo said as he ran in front of you and threw his hands into the air once you complied.

Before you was a white archway littered with blue faux flowers. There was a badly painted off-white picnic table to the side of it with a candle that seemed to be once lit in the center of it. The spread was rookie and maybe not the best setting for the winter but sentimental nonetheless.

“Surprise!” Your boyfriend exclaimed with a laugh.

“Aw, Leo, you’re so sweet.” He grabbed your hand and led you to the picnic table. “Did you do this all yourself?”

He chuckled nervously. “Well, Raph did help me a bit. But it was my idea.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him as he sat across from you. The look in his eyes was different than usual. His eyes constantly darted around as if he was waiting for something. When he would make eye contact with you, you could tell that he was anxious.

“Are you alright, babe?” You placed your hand on his. “You seem... nervous.”

The blue clad turtle waved his hand as to nullify your concerns. “No, no, I’m fine. Just great, but, uhm… I have something to ask you—er, tell you...? Ask and tell, I guess.”

You raised an eyebrow waiting for him to continue. Ever so slowly, he took your hand in his and led you to the arch. Underneath, he held your other hand and took a deep breath.

“For, like, the last few months, I’ve been trying to do this but… anyways, I just wanted to tell you how much I care about you. From the time we first met to now, I’ve always loved you.”

You cooed. “Aw, Lee. I love you too.”

He chuckled before he continued. “I love your personality and your laugh and the fact that you still organize our two plates the same way.”

“Well how else am I supposed to put them? Yours is right, mine is left.” You chimed in.

Leo gazed into your eyes, a small smile appearing on his face. “You complete me, babe. You’re the only person I’ve met that truly understands me. You’re someone I can always go to with anything, and I want you to be in my life forever.”

The turtle slowly got down on one knee and retrieved the velvet box from his pocket. Your hands shot up to you mouth as you realized what he was about to do. He held the box out in front of him and opened it to reveal a ring with morganite crystals within it.

“So, uh,” he mentally slapped himself for stuttering again, “So… I just wanted to ask… will you marry me, (Y/N)?”

Tears pricked your eyes as you began to sniffle from the cold and from the heartfelt proposal. “Is this why you asked me about it? Being more?”

Leo nodded. “Just like we’d promised.”

It took you a moment to understand what he’d meant until you remembered the memory he was talking about. “Oh my god, Leo, you still remember that? God, you’re so cute. But… are you sure? Like, really sure? You want to get… married to me?”

“I’ve never wanted anything more.” Leo said simply, an almost stern look on his face.

You couldn’t believe what was happening. When you had talked to him about no one wanting to marry you, you’d assumed that your relationship was temporary and Leo saying you two were “locked in” was only to make you feel better about the inevitable end. He wanted you. Forever.

“I… yes, Leo, I will marry you!” You exclaimed as you threw yourself at him, knocking both of you onto the snow.

For the first time in months, Leo took a deep breath and exhaled into your hair. He’d done it. He’d finally done it. His lover, his best friend, was finally his.

“No take-backs?” You piped up as you glanced up at him, an amused smirk on your face.

Your boyfriend laughed out loud before kissing the top of your head and nodding.

“No take-backs.”

[likedovesinthewindd]

Pretty Boy

pope heyward x fem!reader

summary: pope's gf loves doting on him.

warning: none, just pure fluff lol

wc: ±850 (she's short omg)

a/n: my baby pope☹️🩷 he deserves more love fr so this is my contribution. i haven't even watched szn 3 yet lmao. not proofread.

You took a deep breath, breathing in the salty, late afternoon air and enjoying the feeling of the sun's last rays shining over your legs, that layed outstretched from beneath the big umbrella you sat under. The book you were planning on finishing today layed next to you on the towel, bookmark sticking out on the same page where it was this morning.

You look over the tidal ocean, and at Pope surfing, a hobby you would've also indulged in if not for pure laziness. Pope's been trying to teach you for months now, and each time you'd make up whatever excuse. You did kinda feel bad since he's been so persistent to teach you, but you promised him he could teach you one day.

Before you knew it Pope was emerging from the water and joining you on the towel. You scooted over to make room for him, where he unceremoniously plopped himself down next to you. He looked so good, with the water sticking to the tight coils of his hair and his skin. He rubbed at his nose, the water most likely irritating it, before looking over at you and smiling.

You smiled back. "How was it?" you asked, reaching for your beach bag and searching through it frantically. "Eh, alright," he says trying to figure out what you were looking for, "would've been better if you could join."

You rolled your eyes but your smile betrayed you. "One day," you said pulling out a plastic container and struggling with the lid. "One day, one day, one day," he repeated to obviously irritate you. "Shut up," you laughed. When you finally got the container opened, you presented it to him, the sliced up fruit making his mouth water. He smiled gratefully before taking the container from you and digging in. As he ate, you also took out the two cans of soda and handed him one.

A comfortable silence filled the space between you and you took the moment to admire your boyfriend. Your pretty boy, as you'd always call him, and every time you did he'd shy away from you. You didn't mind. You'd call him pretty every day because that's what he was. Your pretty boy.

He looked over at you, to find you already staring at him. "What?" he asked through a full mouth. "What, do I need a permit to look at my pretty boyfriend?" you asked arching your eyebrow. "Of course not," he said placing the now empty container on the towel.

He stretches his arms above his head, causing his joints to make a popping sound. After all the stretching and turning and twisting, he placed his head on your lap, looking up at you. You smiled down at him before playfully flicking at the apple of his cheek. He grabbed the hand that flicked him, and softly bit at your fingers. You screamed softly, although you couldn't help but laugh too. He kissed the same fingers he bit as an apology before he laced his fingers through yours.

"There's a party at the boneyard tonight," he said breaking the silence. "Mhm, I heard," you said, "you wanna go?" "Only if you're going," he said placing the side of his face against your stomach. For a second it seemed like he was contemplating biting at the soft pudge of it. "I don't know, what if some girl wants to flirt with you? Wouldn't wanna get in the way," you said, feigning irritation. You were referring to two weeks ago, when a girl starting flirting with him at a party, right in front of you.

The poor boy was so caught off guard that he simply interrupted her advanced by introducing you to her as his girlfriend, and then excusing himself. He apologized profusely that night, even after you assured him that he wasn't his fault at all and that you weren't mad.

Pope cringed at the memory. "I'm gonna make a t-shirt that says 'Y/N is my amazing and beautiful girlfriend and I love her' so that everyone will leave me alone," he said. You laugh at his ridiculous idea, but you'd be lying if you said it wasn't super cute. "Well, then it's only fair I get a matching t-shirt that says 'Pope is my incredibly smart, handsome boyfriend and i love him'" you said playing along to his idea, "It would probably cost a fortune to print all that on one shirt."

"Mhm," he hummed tiredly, with closed eyes. The sun was beginning to make you a bit sleepy too. "We can go babe, I was just playing with you," you said rubbing at his arm, already dried from the sun. "Cmon baby let's get back to the others," you said rubbing at pope's back, who by now was almost assleep. He just hummed, still not moving. You huffed before you started packing things back into your bag, Pope still laying on your lap. "Cmon, I'll make us something nice when we get back. Like cookies or something."

This caused his head to shoot up. "Yeah?" he asked hopefully. "Yeah," you smiled, "but first let's get you something to eat, you're still hungry right?" As if on cue his stomach started rumbling, the fruit you had given him not quite filling the hole. He helped you pack up the last of your things, carrying your towel and the umbrella you sat under, while you carried your bag. The warm sand felt heavenly underneath your feet, and the serotonin flooding through your body from all the sun gave you a happy buzz.

"Don't forget to study a little this afternoon before the party," you said taking his outstretched hand, "you have that math test coming up next Monday." "Of course," he said smiling at the fact that you know his timetable. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world, having a girlfriend as lovely as you, that loved him and spoiled him as much as you did.

[nerdraging4point0]

Since we're all wrapping ourselves up in the cozy coat of Chris Cerulli, and we've all seen those hot Cherry Bomb dancers on stage with him, what would Chris do to reassure you that he only has eyes for you - because if my man was up on stage with those girls in those outfits, I would be incredibly proud but also a teeny bit insecure.

Is this a "head cannon"? 🤣

Cozy Coat of Chris Cerulli-Nice tongue twister there lol Chris is a flirt. It’s part of his charm. We air signs are notorious for being flirty, witty, and charming. It’s part of the subscription-those that can’t handle that have a problem handling us.

However, Chris knows where his loyalties lie. The first time the dancers were introduced to him he put on the charm making them feel more at ease and comfortable with the costume choices he has picked out for this tour. The first time you saw the dancers in their costumes your heart sank to the pit of your stomach.

While you knew they were just dancers it still set you on edge-but you did your best to hide it. Sitting through the performance you watched as they took their place on stage. The song started and they began to move, it was all fine until at one point during the song Chris bent on one knee looking right at a dancer who playfully touched his face-careful not to smear his makeup. Another dancer at his back playfully walking her fingers up his back.

Your mouth went dry, the feeling that an invisible hole had just been made in your abdomen causing a slight breeze to run through you made your skin go clammy and your hair stand on edge. Those thoughts you always kept in the back of your head locked away in a vault about how Chris was attractive and famous, he could have any girl he wanted, so why of all that would he have chosen you? Began to surface again. You drew deeper into your hoodie that you’d gotten at the merch table as if you could hide all the insecurities in the soft cotton fabric. It’s late when the show ends and the band and crew are still riding the high of their first sold out show, in their hometown no less. Tomorrow they would play in Pittsburgh loading on the bus in just a few short hours-he’d begin a long string of months on tour. A long string of months with those dancers performing at every show. Chris can tell when something is up. Especially now. The high that everyone was on they were loud and excited while you were withdrawn and quiet. When he pulled you into his side you only half heartedly returned the affection, still keeping your arms crossed over your chest.

“You know seeing you in my merch always makes me happy.” Chris mused, trying to lighten your mood a little bit. “Better than a goth playboy bunny?” you’d snap back. And there it was. Chris knew in that moment exactly what was bothering you. He knew the insecurities that you’d had, but after dating for so long he assumed they’d gone away. What was that saying again? Old habits die hard.

Does it upset him that you’re still insecure about yourself and where you stand with him? Maybe a little. Does it bother him more that he didn’t see it coming after he’d weighed all the pros and cons of having backup dancers on stage? Absolutely. He’d planned the costumes, the stage set up, the choreography, all things that he felt would make for a great show but wouldn’t be to suggestive or to much. And when something like your reaction came to his attention he realized that he may have made a huge error.

As a workaholic he spent months planning this out, every second of the 2-hour show where he was center stage planned out and overseen by him in every way. He couldn’t change it now, he couldn’t adjust now, the show was what it was. It was the band’s collective ideas and thoughts; it was everything they had hoped for a Motionless in White tour.

Realistically he is a Libra. His biggest red flag is he is self-absorbed and can’t really process others’ emotions when it comes to his own projects. BUT in the light of the event at hand there is only one thing that he can say that would make it better.

He proceeds to explain to you that two of the dancers are friends, one of whom is engaged to Ryan. The others all have boyfriends of their own. The one single dancer, she’s gay. It’s not much but it is the realness of the situation. “Besides, there is no one else I’d rather see sitting on my couch patiently waiting for me while I’m hyper focused on my work. Nobody who knows me so well that she has food delivered to the warehouse when I’m working late and forgot to eat that day. Nobody who is so proud to see me work that she acts like it’s her first concert every time.”

It’s not the ‘baby I love you and only you’ ‘no one could ever replace you’ response you were looking for. But the fact that he notices all the little things you do for him was enough to make you realize that despite everything you had his heart and he had yours.

[crypticjackal13]

Hello! I’m not sure your character limit so I am so sorry if this goes over it you can always get rid of a few!

Can you do a Redson,Mk,Mei,Swk,and Macaque x a Chubby S/O (they/them)? Like head canons!

If not that completely fine! It’s not really a very specific request but I would like it if it was fluff and just headcanons of them having a chubby S/O and if they would mind

That’s basically it! Sorry for the weird request! Take care of yourself! Have a nice week!

Not weird at all! And no worries, it's not past my character limit. It just reminded me that I should probably put one on my intro post lol! Enjoy the hc's!

Redson, MK, Mei, SWK, and Macaque x Chubby!GN!Reader HEADCANONS(romantic)

Redson - honestly prioritizes personality over anything else. He’s a demon, they literally come in every shape and size! He thinks you’re perfect, and you’ll have to try and hold him back if someone tries to make fun of you. ALSO, would definitely get fancy clothes in your favorite styles and colors TAILORED so they fit you perfectly!! Bc it’s what you deserve!!

Mei - uses you as a pillow a lot. You’re so nice and warm and soft, how could she not?? If you’re ever having a day where you’re not feeling super confident, she will HYPE YOU UP. Your biggest cheerleader 1000%! Since she’s canonically a streamer I could totally see her gushing about how gorgeous you are to her chat, and then when they see you for the first time, they lose their minds because she was so right

MK - he doesn’t care how your body looks, he thinks you’re the most good-looking being to grace this earth! Because of his powers he can definitely lift you up at any given moment, so be prepared for that! Probably really loves cuddling up with you when you sleep over with him. Also draws you a lot cause he thinks you’re that good-looking!

SWK - he’s chill with whatever to be honest, if you had three heads he’d probably kiss each one so some curves don’t make a difference to him! He probably brags about you to the other monkeys or even to MK. “Look at them! Heaven better look out, cause one of their angels is missing!” Hypes you up a lot, but again, he’ll chill out if you want him to. Also, bc he’s crazy strong, he will also lift you up from time to time, mostly so he can bridal carry you. Whether it’s fun or an inconvenience is really a matter of opinion!

Macaque - he doesn’t care what you look like, he’s just happy to have you in his life! He’s flirty by default though so prepare to be flustered…he knows exactly how to make you blush, especially when it comes to complimenting your appearance. He won’t necessarily show you off, but by the gods you can see how proud he is to be with you and how you both look amazing together. His shadow clones love ganging up on you and flirting with you to the point where he’ll have to step in lmao.

[3rddimension]

twitch stream moments i find underrated because I've been rewatching streams lately:

them being blindfolded and flirting all cute in soda taste test stream

her being on the opposite team and constantly calling out to him and wanting his attention in all bowling streams

The way he seemed to quieten down in twitch just dance stream when c would dance almost as if he's secretly rooting for her and then singing "you are the dancing queen" when she won

her asking him a bunch of questions about the game in the Wario Ware stream just to be cute and then how they were blatantly rooting for each other when the other played against other people

When s got killed once in among us and decided to go over to his couch and log onto animal crossing, no one was sure what he was doing on the TV in his living room until c got a notification for his login on her Nintendo Switch because they always play together and she busts out laughing and tells everyone about it. Also the way he always warns people that c is the best at among us because she tricks him a lot and he sucks at lying, and then for the rest of the video it'll be him trying to pick up on her patterns so he can figure out how she acts when she's the imposter. My point is, he really cares when it comes to c to try to bust her to prove to himself and to everyone else that he knows her better than anyone

The one what're those stream when they're high giving and he smacks her in the face accidentally and then goes to rub her back to console her but immediately remembers they're on camera. Also how his voice immediately turns super soft because he thought he might've hurt her <3

When he took a raison cookie out of his pocket mid stream and she got so excited that it was raison cause she loves that flavor. And then at the end of the stream he randomly offers her his cookie outta nowhere just because he saw how excited she got earlier in the stream

Her deciding to scare him in the muffin time stream to get his energy up because he seemed quiet (because he was taking the game seriously and concentrating too hard) and the way it worked and immediately he became hyperactive again lol she knows him so well

Also Im watching the Hand to hand wombat stream and in the intro (first 20 seconds) when she extends her legs because they're all sitting on the floor and he immediately extends his legs too so their feet are close together off camera. Also in the outro (1:13:30) when shes rambling about how much she loves exploding kittens game and he watches her with such a sweet look on his face like she's the most adorable human to ever grace the earth (it's in the yt stream compilation part 40 at the very end)

Another good list! The raisin cookie and soda stream is def my top stream too.

[riekirei]

hi <3 so this is gonna be a long ass jake request with two parts so bare with me as I explain my deepest desires lol

(1) firstly have you heard that song baby can I be your favorite something like this ?! I'm sure you did anyway there's a part in the song that goes "my name's whatever you make it" and first time I heard it I instantly thought that it sounds like something jake would say to a girl he's trying to hit on and is a simp for in the answer to what's your name ?! what should I call you ?! I feel like he would be the kind of man who would make you feel like you're the centre of his world, like he didn't exist before you he breathes for you, he's an idol now and making his fans feel so loved and special imagine how is s/o would be treated !! so therefore I was gonna request something like a simp jake having a crush on one of his friend's friend and finally deciding to shoot his shot and he is just such a romantic man he would start the sugar coating and flirting right away !! but at the same time he would still be the one in control of your relationship regardless of how soft he is to you man is a scorpio he will dominate your life softly !!!

(2) I saw this video on twitter that he says "what you gonna do in five seconds" in response to be my boyfriend for five seconds, and oh dear heavenly father the way he looks at the damn camera saying this ?!?!? I'm just on my knees instantly !! you know he's usually this cutie pie softie bubbly person running around being fun but then he suddenly shows his smart ass serious manly side and I just get physically shocked !! the way he looked dead seriously to the camera asking "what you gonna do with 5 seconds ?! tell me" it's like him showing that yeah I'm a cutie pie but at the end of the day you do as I tell you (NOT in a fake alpha wattpad daddy way BUT as in a mature guy even though he's younger than you but he's wise and smart and knows you so well way) so I would like to request yet another smut but also angst cause I'm sad and I wanna fight someone and who better than jake who would know his girls mood swings so well to let her cool off by pushing his limits until he ends up fucking the attitude out of her, it would be like the reader getting mad at him for the very small things and nagging constantly and picking up fighta until he's mad mad and he tries to hold her but she pushes his hand away harshly and he gets to the last level mad "okay you're done level" grabs her arm and take her to their room and ends up in fucking the frustration out of the reader

Here's the link to the video I yapped about for an hour:

https://twitter.com/baekwoniee/status/1743260394989461760?t=r6usdOzWTYi_1BCVkpI_6Q&s=19

also I said younger than the reader cause he is two years younger than me and I know it's not much but still he's the first ever younger bias I have and it felt weird to begin with but now that I'm seeing underneath all that puppy like personality he's actually mature and a man I need in my life I'm getting along with it better but still please somehow include this in them writings (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

At the end I just wanted to share my thoughts and I can wait for a response as long as you need (you can fully ignore it too I don't mind) but yeah thank you in advance hahaha

thank youu sm for the ideas hehehe, i’ll definitely look into the song ure talking about bcs im not sure if the song im thinking of is the one ure describing?? but omg id def write for jake using both of these sorta plots. feel free to always share ur thoughts in my inbox hsjahs i dont mind at all!! i enjoy reading stuff like this. thanks again anon, please look forward to the stories ill write for these reqs 🫶