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[sugurizz]

(SMUT/NSFW +18 - minors DNI !)

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭.: Joo Jaekyung x f! reader - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 , 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: world champion Team Black's Joo Jaekyung is the hottest sensation in the MMA universe. His name is not only feared and respected on the streets, but desired in the sheets. Little did physiotherapist Y/n know, she was about to learn it the hard way.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 / 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: dark content ahead! explicit content, dubcon, graphic content, dom/sub dynamics, power dynamics, degradation, nicknames (Doc, slut, whore, etc...)

𝐰.𝐜: 1,1k.

𝐉𝐎𝐎 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 − 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

And who's this now? What is she doing here?'

'Please welcome y/n. She'd be our substitute physical therapist for now. hope you guys would get along.' Responded team coach Park Namwook as he gently gave your shoulder a pat.

'You keep bringing these goons around! And none of them seems to get the job done right!' He harshly dismissed your presence, looking at the coach, then scoffed as he walked back into the sparring room.

'You'll have to deal with him after the sparring matches. He's quite the hardass at times, but I know I can rely on you.'

The coach gave you a rather awkward smile, brushing off the rude welcoming you suddenly received.

-----

You stepped into the therapy room and hanged your backpack, just as he came in, skin gleaming with sweat and pitch black strands messy. His eyes accidentally met yours as he layed down on the chair.

'I'm taking the shirt off. It's drenched in sweat.'

Your heart sunk. You turned around to see his large torso on full display. He clearly did it for an understandable reason, but your brain went blank and your fingertips froze for a split second, until a deep voice shook you out of it..

'Last week's treatment sucked. The last substitute coach brought here was so incompetent. My muscles remained tense anyway. And the cramps in my left shoulder got even worse.'

'I understand, sir. I'll work on a different treatment routine. I'm sorry for your last week's inconvenience.'

You somehow fancied remaining professional at that moment. Despite his clear attitude, you knew your job as physiotherapist was to provide the team members with effective remedies in the first place.

He shrugs and looks away, closing his eyes in annoyance as he muttered,

'And better make it quick. I don't have all night ahead.'

You nodded as you approached his frame. Took a deep breath as your palms landed on his skin. It was a mix of heat and cold, a marble-like texture that you didn't expect a UFC fighter -notably the best of the best- to have.

the session went rather smoothly, no words were spoken. but at least you could tell the silence was a rather relieving sign.

'S-Sir...c-could you point to me the spot where your shoulder feels most painful, please?'

He placed his hand on the back of his shoulder, eyes still closed. And you complied as you started massaging it. His features flinched for a while, and your heart skipped a beat as you slowly neared the end of the session.

'I'll have to say that your shoulder might need a few more sessions, sir. It seems that the tendons on your upper left arm are the reason you're struggling with pain in your shoulder.'

'I'm not spending any extra time on nonsense! You figure out how to heal it. And you'll do it during the normal sessions.'

He glanced at you sternly as he stood up and straightened himself. Not acknowleging you a second further...

-----

The next day's session was just about to start, an unspoken tension grew inside your chest. The uncertainty of what could happen every time your hands stroked against his rock hard abs, toned arms, and god-like v lined pelvis had your face heating up.

He walked in as usual. you greeted him with a pale smile and performed your service as good as you could...

...'Hey, do you work extra hours? I'll pay you.'

He opened a half-lidded eye, voice deeper than you recognized.

you turned around, puzzled ..

'I...can do that. It would buy me some extra time to focus on your upper arm's tendons.'

'Good. I'm only open for extra sessions in my apartment, though.'

'B-but sir! I'm not sure if I can commute to your place at such a late hour...' You jolted immediately, almost panicking at the sudden request.

'I can tell you're not good with directions. Meet me at the entrance in 15 minutes. I'm driving there anyway.'

He muttered nonchalently as he got up and left the room, leaving you standing up there, mind foggy and racing trying to process what just happened...

...the ride home was silent. The flashing lights of the city were the only way you could ignore the heavy weight upon your heart. You got off as you arrived and made your way behind him to the apartment.

'There. You can place your stuff anywhere. And follow me quick.'

He laid down on a king-sized bed, eyeing you up and down as you set foot into the room.

'I'll make it short and quick.

I fuck before matches. For a reasonable price. Choice is yours.'

You somehow managed to stay cool and collected, but the silence that followed crushed your soul. He was still waiting for your response. Not that you were aware of his fiery eyes almost piercing a burning hole through your chest.

'W-why?...sir..' a broken protest left your throat. But he seemed so unfazed by it all.

'If it's a no you can leave now. No more words needed.'

He looked away, turning around to face the huge bay window, shining through the city lights. you felt unjustifiably intoxicated. was it his huge frame? the unforgettable scent of his room? or just the nasty desire that you kept suppressing since your eyes met his dark ones? You didn't know for sure. But the way he felt like he could crush you evertime he randomly stood next to you had you picturing all kinds of the filthiest things he could do to you...

...

'W-what would it be.... if I...agreed, s-sir?...'

'Oh. playing sly are we?'

He walked up to you with a mishievious grin on his face, then leaned down enough for his lips to meet your ears.

'If you agree, you get fucked to my heart's content. No playing around. No lovey-dovey shit.'

The brutal tone was supposed to distaste you, but for whatever messed up reason made you feel the throb straight down your womb, and between your legs.

'So?'

You snapped out. His warm breath was still ghosting over your neck, just enough to tease your senses, without ever touching you.

You looked into his eyes like a frightened deer, tho your fear merged with the heat in your belly.

'N-No one...can hear about this! sir'

'Not that anyone else can see me balls deep in you, can they?'

He raised an eyebrow, shit-eating grin still over his lips as his monster-like frame invaded your space. Your brain shut down, heart hammering as you looked back into his eyes...

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑?...

𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

Mayores

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Someone sends you flowers and your girlfriend isn't happy about it.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. Also, this was requested by one of you. Thank you for the request, anon!

MASTERLIST

You spent most of your life being disappointed at all the people you tried to date.

Don't take it the wrong way, but there was always something that displeased you in a way that you couldn’t brush off. Your first girlfriend would do overly romantic gestures that you were fairly sure she was getting ideas from the rom-com she was fascinated with. The relationship didn’t last that long, although she kept the record of the most amount of gifts any girlfriend ever gave you for many years after that. The girl that came after her was the complete opposite, difficult to show any emotions and very closed off. You fell hard, of course, and had your heart broken several times by her. She cheated, she lied, she manipulated, and she wouldn’t even tell you she loved you unless it was when you found out about another one of her affairs. You made yourself go through that hell for nearly three years.

After that, you vowed to give yourself some time to recover, to be alone and think about your own life. You were almost done with college at that point but that didn’t stop you from suddenly becoming the party girl you couldn’t be for the last few years. None of your one-night stands were remarkable enough for you to want a second round with them, even when some would ask and beg for it. It was fun, but you also met every type of girl in your adventures.

When you finally met someone again and tried to start a new relationship, things just didn’t work out. No dramas, it just didn’t. It was nice at first, but the spark was gone so fast that you two became friends very quickly. You were done with college soon after you broke up, so you packed your things and moved to NY.

It's not like you made a conscious decision not to date anyone. You didn’t put any walls around your heart or anything like that. What happened was that no one seemed to be able to catch your attention for more than a few dates. It was like they would bore you somehow, which was insane to think because you were sure they were all great people.

Just not the right ones for you.

So you kept living in NY while going through a small rampage of quick dates. You found a job, you started your career, you got yourself a nice apartment that was way more expensive than you thought it should be, you made some friends, and you lived the freedom of the early twenties.

Until you met her.

Scarlett Johansson popped up in your life out of nowhere, as if she had appeared out of thin air, but she soon proved to be very different from anyone else you knew. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what made her so different from the rest, but you figured it out after a while. She was older than you, she was already divorced, she had experience. She had experience.

It didn’t take long for you to fall for her, head first and without going back. How could you not? How could you not fall for her when she did things that no one else had ever done for you?

Scarlett would open the doors for you - and it would never fail to make you blush. She would bring you flowers, but not only when she was picking you up for a date - no, she was always pampering you with flowers, sometimes sending you a bouquet even when she was traveling and currently on the other side of the ocean. She would treat you to fancy dinners and expensive wines, and take you to try dishes you never even heard about. She would call you "darling" and kiss your cheek in public, although she wasn’t usually holding your hand - her hand was normally at your lower back, guiding you gently but with no hesitation. Scarlett would give you small gifts all the time too - you picked up on the fact that you would talk about a book you wanted to read one day and said book would be waiting for you in the next one. Scarlett even renounced her side of the bed because that was your favorite.

Overall, Scarlett was a true gentleman.

Except when you were inside the bedroom.

Oh, when you were inside the bedroom things were very different.

She never truly forewent her gentleman persona since she would whisper sweet nothings in your ear while pounding you mercilessly on the bed. Scarlett would pull your hair and kiss your jaw sweetly at the same time. She would ruin you and then go up your body kissing every inch of your skin while also telling you how good you were. She would call you a slut and, after you had the best orgasm in your life, she would prepare you a hot bath where she would rub your feet and tell you how much she loves you.

That’s why you were so damn surprised with the conversation that took place that night.

“Thank you for the flowers,” you said while peeling a potato.

Scarlett was cutting up bacon into cubes beside you, but she hit the knife a bit harder after she heard what you said. “I didn’t send you flowers.”

She looked at you with one quirked eyebrow, clearly asking you for more information, but you were too busy trying to fight back a blush. When you were called in the middle of your workday to go to the reception table to sign off a delivery, you were already halfway expecting it to be flowers. Scarlett didn’t make a habit of sending things to your work - unless you shamefully admitted you skipped a meal and she made a goal of trying to feed you - but you also never received anything unless it wasn’t for something Scarlett sent you.

So, when you got there and saw the bouquet, you immediately assumed it had been from your girlfriend, although you didn’t have time to send her a quick text to thank her because you needed to rush for a meeting and couldn’t take your phone with you. You were busy until closing hours and, since you had plans with Scarlett that night, you didn’t bother texting her, just deciding to thank her in person.

Which was what you were trying to do.

“What do you mean?” You asked with your head tilted to the side.

“I didn’t send you anything,” Scarlett repeated, now putting the knife down to fully look at you. “You received flowers today?”

“Yes,” you still sounded confused when you also stopped peeling the potatoes. “It wasn’t you?”

“No, no it wasn’t.” Her voice was firm now, leaving no room for arguments, and you could see her jaw clenching a bit. “Who sent you flowers?”

“Babe, I thought it was you!” You were fast to try to explain, even though you weren’t exactly sure how you could explain something like that. “I don’t know who - Oh.”

Oh, indeed.

The thought crossed your mind while you were talking, but that was the only thing that could make sense. If Scarlett hadn’t been the one to send you the flowers, there was only one other option for who did it. And it was bad because, sure, you didn’t want to receive flowers from anyone but your girlfriend, but the fact that it was that particular person who did it made it a thousand times worse.

Scarlett must have picked on your reaction because she raised one eyebrow at you, clearly not amused at all. “What does ‘oh’ mean?” You didn’t reply since you weren’t sure if it was a good idea to do so, although it only resulted in Scarlett crossing her arms while she glared at you. “Y/N.”

It was a warning, you knew that much. It usually happened when you were making too much noise when she was fucking you somewhere you might get caught or when you tried to distract her from her work by walking around naked around the house. It always came to you to decide if you would take the risk to keep pushing your limits or if you would back down - and, of course, sometimes you just kept pushing just to see what she would do to you.

That wasn’t the time for that, though.

The mood wasn’t set for sexy times. Scarlett seemed mad and impatient.

“Uh, I might know who sent them,” you admitted and watched as her eyes narrowed. “Are you sure it wasn’t you, though? Maybe you forgot about it.”

“Forgot?” Scarlett repeated the word with a scoff. “I would’ve done it in my sleep for me not to be able to remember if I sent my girlfriend flowers or not.”

Well, fine, so there was no hope for you. “Okay.” You bit your bottom lip and looked down at your feet. “Don’t be mad,” you plead in a whisper.

You were still looking down, but you heard Scarlett sighing before you felt her soft hands touching your face. She prompted you to raise your head, which you did, and you saw she was making an effort to wash the anger from her features. “I’m not mad,” Scarlett said and, despite it all, she sounded honest. Her thumbs were making soothing circles on your cheeks and you felt yourself relaxing when she smiled at you. “I’m sorry if it looked like I was. I was just caught off guard, that’s all.”

You nodded to let her know it was okay, but you still whimpered a bit. “It’s not really my fault.”

“I know it’s not.” Scarlett pulled you for a hug, making you rest your head on her shoulder as she kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I was mad at you.”

You knew she wouldn’t actually be mad with you about it. Scarlett was way more laid back about it than you, for sure, so you weren’t honestly worried about it even for a second. If things happened the other way around - if Scarlett had been the one receiving flowers from someone who was trying to hit on her - you would be livid too. Not at her - the same way her anger wasn’t directed at you - but you also would’ve been in a much worse mood.

No one could blame you for pushing things a little bit, though. Not really. Because you knew Scarlett would comfort you and that she would jump in to make you feel safe in her arms, loved and cared for - and maybe that’s the exact reason you always pushed your limits around her.

“I, uh, I might know who sent them,” you declared once you pulled away a bit shyly. Scarlett nodded in encouragement for you to keep talking, so you did. “I had a meeting yesterday with someone from another company. It was just business, really, but I noticed that this guy wouldn’t stop looking at me and, when the meeting was over, he walked towards me to ask for my number so we could ‘discuss more personal matters’.” You made the quotation marks with your fingers while you rolled your eyes at the memory. It had pissed you off the day before and it was pissing you off again now that you were remembering it. “I told him I wasn’t interested and he walked away. I thought he got the message.” The last part was said with a groan as you pinched the bridge of your nose.

That made Scarlett’s expression shift to something assembling worry and concern. “Has he made you uncomfortable?”

“Just annoyed,” you sighed and shrugged. “He didn’t insist. But he apparently sent me flowers today, so I don’t know how I feel about that.” The conversation with the man had been strictly professional and you couldn’t imagine what happened to make him think he could send you flowers like that. You did care that he hadn’t taken the hint and was insisting, but, at the same time, you couldn’t care less if he suddenly had a crush on you. You had the most perfect woman beside you, you didn’t need or want anyone else.

Scarlett nodded and leaned to kiss your forehead again, more firmly now to offer you some comfort, before she offered you a grin. “Well, if he tries something like that again, you let me know,” she asked before her grin became a bit devious. “I could ask Hemsworth to give him a piece of mind.”

You laughed as you pictured the scene. A man like Hemsworth - a muscle mountain - walking inside someone’s office to defend your honor on Scarlett’s behalf. “I think he would shit his pants if he ever saw Hemsworth in front of him.”

“That would work perfectly for me.” Scarlett shrugged, now sounding amused about the whole thing.

You chuckled happily and gave your girlfriend a quick peck. “Thank you. There’s no need to call in anyone in this situation. Yet,” you added as a later thought, noticing how Scarlett got serious again. “I promise I will tell you it keeps happening. If he sends me something else, I will go to my boss about it as well. He might do something about it.” The man worked for a company that your boss was thinking about making some transactions, so that could actually work in your favor if he decides to give the dude a little scare. Your boss was an older man with four daughters and seven granddaughters. You were sure he would be even angrier than Scarlett if he ever heard about that story.

“Okay,” your girlfriend conceded. “I will let you handle that for now, but you come to me if you need any help. Deal?”

“Deal,” you agreed quickly with a little smile, happy to be given that trust to handle things for yourself first.

You loved it when Scarlett took over to solve your problems because you trusted her blindly to always make the best decisions and to get things done. Sometimes you got too overwhelmed by everything and it was nice to rely on someone else. This time, however, you were sure you could deal with things alone. You would get to your office the next day and send the guy a very straightforward email to let him know he shouldn’t be sending you any more gifts and that your conversations would remain only work related, and see how things go after that.

The best part of having someone like Scarlett was that you knew that, if things didn’t work out how you wanted them to, you could come to her at any time and she would jump right in to help you. You knew that she wouldn’t actually call her castmate to help scare some grow-up man - logistically, it would be hard to do it since Hemsworth was currently in his home back in Australia - but Scarlett was a very skilled woman herself. She would know no boundaries to protect you.

With that in mind, you placed your arms around her shoulders, letting your wrists meet behind her neck, and took a step forward to get closer to her. “My knight in shining armor,” you sang provocatively before giving her a kiss.

“Hm,” Scarlett moaned against your mouth, causing a content sigh to escape your lips and you both pulled away a few inches. “Maybe he needs to know that you’re taken,” she suggested.

“Oh, I am?” You tried to sound as innocent as possible, though you knew it just sounded like you were teasing her. You didn’t care. The mood had shifted and you now wanted to push your limits again.

“Yes.’ Scarlett’s voice was firm, but it was the way that her hands gripped your hips to pull you against her that made you gasp. “Haven’t you noticed it yet? That you’re mine.” She was smiling now, her green eyes going darker by the second, and you suddenly felt like you were a few seconds away from dying right then and there. “All mine,” Scarlett whispered with a hoarse tone and your knees lost some of their strength.

“I know.” You eagerly nodded because, yes, you knew that. You made yourself hers.

Scarlett smiled even brighter and she leaned over to hide her face in the crook of your neck. You felt her lips brushing against your skin, although she didn’t touch you. “Do you really? Maybe a reminder would do some good.” Finally, an open-mouthed kiss was pressed against your pulse point and you felt goosebumps going up and down your spine. “Maybe a little mark so everyone knows you belong to someone else.”

“Scarlett,” you moaned both at her words and the sensation of her tongue darting out to lick a path on your skin.

“Yes, darling?” Scarlett sounded amused, which almost made you roll your eyes at her.

“If you don’t take me to your room right now to keep up your word, I will be sending your flowers back from now on,” you threatened and, even if you both knew it was a blatant lie, it did the trick.

“Hm, we can’t let that happen,” Scarlett joked before she pulled away to look at you again.

The next day, you came back from a meeting and saw a life-sized bouquet on top of your desk with a small card written in Scarlett’s beautiful cursive letter.

“To my beautiful girlfriend,

You own my love

and I promise to protect your heart.

SJ”

You decided to forego the email idea. No, you would do something even better. You would call the stupid man to your office so he could see for himself that he was nothing compared to your girlfriend.

And, if you had three new hickeys in your neck that he might see, well, that was just a consequence.

[peterman-spideyparker]

Corduroy (Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: This is just a cute little something that I wrote on my phone one afternoon and just forgot to move over to my laptop. Enjoy! :)

Summary: You’re married to the love of your life, doing what you love, living a life that you never could have imagined. There’s so many reasons to be happy, but there’s a new one that will expand both yours and Matt’s world forever.

Warning: Fluff, like, so much domestic fluff, a dash of angst (Matt gets a bit grumpy and pouty), pregnancy announcement and mentioned of false positives, a little swearing, allusions to sex

Other Characters: None

Word Count: 1,026

“Hey!” Matt smiles brightly as you meet him on the sidewalk, coming from the opposite side of the street.

“Hey, hon,” you smile softly, leaning in for a sweet kiss. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“I know. It’s like we live together or something.”

You laugh and kiss him once more, sliding his hand in yours, the warmth of his skin making your hand tingly, your heart never failing to skip a beat whenever you feel the precious metal of his wedding band brush against your skin. 

“Ooh, you like me,” he teases as you walk up the stairs to the loft, pressing a kiss into your cheek. 

“Of course I like you, I married you, you dork,” you smirk, lightly elbowing him. 

“You wanna kiss me,” he hums, kissing you as you hit the top landing of the stairs. 

“What is up with you, Murdock?” you giggle in between kisses. 

“Nothing!”

“Such a bold faced liar, you are.”

“Fine!” he chuckles, lips attaching to your neck as you unlock the door. “I might have been able to get us reservations to a very fancy restaurant.”

“Like I need to shave my legs fancy?”

“Yeah, that fancy.”

“Damn, Murdock.”

“Perfect for a night of wining—.” He kisses the sweet spot on the side of your neck. “—dining—.” He mimics the motion on the other side. “—and sixty-ni—.”

“Matt!” you giggle as he brings his lips to yours, dipping you in the apartment as he kisses you. “Seriously, what has gotten into you?”

“Angel, come on!” he chuckles, but his face quickly falls when he realizes you don’t know what has him so elated. “You forgot?”

“Matt, I—.”

“It’s okay.” The look on his face tells you that it’s very much not okay.

“Please, Matty, don’t look at me like that. I’m sorry.”

He kisses your forehead. “It doesn’t matter. We can still have a good night. It’s okay.”

You follow him into the bedroom, feeling like you’re on the verge of tears. You forgot something that was important to him—the man that always puts others first, cares about what’s important to you, and you forgot something that clearly meant a hell of a lot to him.

“You have the right to be upset with me,” you say softly, putting your bag down by the bed and sitting on the mattress. “You don’t need to act like it doesn’t bother you.”

“It’s not a big deal.”

“Yes it is. I made you sad.” You lean over the side of the bed and pick up a wrapped gift from your work back. “Sorry?”

“You got me a gift?”

“Yeah. I was gonna give it to you anyways, but, now it kinda serves as an apology gift too.”

Matt takes a seat next to you and leans in and kisses you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. Finding the seams, he tears the gift open, running his fingers across the the bumps in the cover, opening the book and repeating the process.

“It’s Corduroy,” Matt says, confused. “I . . . I’m stumped on this one, angel.”

“Well, you said that your gram and dad would read it to you when you were little. You loved it. I was hoping maybe you could keep the tradition alive with our baby.”

Matt is silent for a second, the confusion evident and your words having to push him through it. The book falls out of Matt’s hands when it clicks and he lurches over toward you and wraps you in a tight hug. 

“When—?”

“The dentist this morning was the gynecologist,” you clarify as you hug him in delight and relief. “I needed to hear it from them before I said anything, Matty. I’ve had so many false positives and have been so close to telling you when it wasn’t true, and—.”

“Oh my God,” he cries into your neck, his hand holding the back of your head, scrunching your hair as he holds you tight. “Oh my God.”

Matt doesn’t let go for a long time, using you as his anchor as he’s filled with nothing but excitement. When he finally pulls away, his eyes are red from crying, tears staining his cheeks, and more in his eyes yet to fall.

“You’re pregnant,” he says so quietly, as if speaking the sentence into existence will make it untrue. 

“Super pregnant,” you sniffle as you wipe away his tears. 

“H-How far along?”

“They think just about eight weeks, give or take.”

Matt sniffles as he laughs, wiping away a tear with the heel of his hand as he tilts his head down toward your stomach. 

“Hi baby,” he whispers as he gently swipes a hand over your stomach. He rests his palm there, gentle but firm, before he lifts his head up to you and kisses you again. 

“I’m sorry I spaced on today,” you whisper as you continue to push tears off of his cheek. “I just—.”

“Hey, don’t,” he breathes, pressing kisses into the palms of your hands. “This . . . This is so much better.”

“Can I ask what today was?” you try quietly. 

“It’s the anniversary of our first date,” he explains softly. “I knew by the end of the night I wanted to marry you.”

You run your fingers through his fluffy hair and kiss his forehead. “Babe, that’s tomorrow. We had our first date after Professor Aleena’s final. It’s the passcode on my phone.” 

“I know it was after Aleena’s final. The 18th.”

“Mmhm, it was. Today is the 17th.” You lean forward and kiss him tenderly, preventing him from responding. “But now we get to celebrate tonight for a whole different reason.”

“That we do. Only this time, I’m drinking for two, and you’re eating for two.”

He smiles from ear to ear as you rest your forehead on his. “Yes we are.”

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[justalittleficsideblog]

I loved the fics of mammon and Satan protecting mc from creepy demons!! could you do one with Lucifer?? That would be amazing thank you!

Hello my dear anon! I hope this meets your expectations! Thank you so much for support of my other works <3

Lucifer - An impromptu ballroom dance leads to something else

wk - 1.5k

warnings: None!

Classical music rang through your ears as you side stepped into the banquet with Lucifer. His arm politely grasped onto yours, being ever the proper gentleman as you floated over towards Diavolo and what you assumed to be the human world equivalent of nobility.

Exceptionally dressed and demon forms on display, the nobles were quite an intimidating looking bunch.

And you and Lucifer were headed, straight. Towards. Them.

“Ah… lucifer..”

“Easy. This entire thing is more of a showoff from Diavolo. You being here and showing face is important for RAD,” he chides. Despite his remark, he looked unsettled himself. Without his brothers around he felt a unnerved at the mass of demons that seemed to be eyeing you like some sort of prize mare.

He would have to be careful, it’s not that he thought he wouldn’t be able to protect you, oh no. However, he knew tonight would demand much of his attention, and without Mammon or Beelzebub here to act as a chaperone… it made him nervous. He could only hope Barbatos would attempt to divert his attention away from his young lord and keep an eye on you.

He couldn’t help but feel a bit of fluttering build up from his stomach to his chest as you squeezed in a bit closer to him as the crowd became denser. Like he was your source of strength.

“Ah!,” the future king himself exclaimed as they neared. “Welcome, Lucifer! MC!”

After making introductions with the nobles, you decided to try some of the desert options that were out. Barbatos’ cooking was exceptional, and you would hate to miss the chance to compliment his efforts for such a grand event.

Slipping away from Lucifer, who nodded at you when you skipped over towards the table, you surveyed the options in front of you.

Finally deciding on what looked like a fancy, gothic éclair, you reached towards it with a plate in your hand. A clawed hand brushed yours, causing you to jolt back in surprise.

“My apologies!” you flushed, hoping your manners were up to par with what was expected here.

A deep, raspy chuckle came from the demon, “There is no need for that. It seems we have similar taste in fine baked goods, hmm?” His voice was melancholic, deep, and enticing with the way he slurred his vowels.

“I dare say I agree,” you joked back, snatching the éclair and placing it onto your plate. “I never see people eat here enough at things like this.” You gestured towards the vast sea of people.

The demon hummed in agreement, “Barbatos’ cooking is not something to be taken lightly. His baked goods are the stuff of legends.” His movements were snake-like, quick and reflexive.

Suddenly, a light, cheery violin piece began playing. Couples and demons took to the floor, glasses of demonous abandoned to the waiters and on tabletops as they took to dancing.

“Do you care for a dance?” the tall demon raised an eyebrow in your direction, his void-black features reflecting off of his jeweled horns that draped down the sides of his face.

“As fun as it looks,” you sighed. “I cannot say that I’m particularly gifted in that department.”

“Come,” he beckoned, an arm outstretched. “A pretty thing such as yourself should not be a wallflower.”

You looked around for Lucifer, feeling nervous and almost vulnerable without his presence. Deciding it would be rude to decline, you nodded your head and grasped his massive fingers on your own as you took to the floor.

The music has changed its course, faster now than before. You felt the demon encircle a hand around your waist, pulling you in closer. You shivered when you felt one of his claws lazily dragging across your back, digging into your spine.

“I must say,” he started, spinning you around and catching you, his face suddenly very near your own. “You smell even sweeter up close.”

He twirled you, the rush of it making you dizzy for a moment, pushing your hand onto his chest to stabilize yourself.

The rush of warm breath on your neck made you shiver. You jolted back, this wasn’t Lucifer. He may have the same suave movements and rippling power that emanates off of him, but this was not your Lucifer.

“I think that concludes the song,” you chuckled nervously, eyes scanning the crowd for Lucifer. They landed on Barbatos instead, your eyes widening.

Come on Barbatos, help me out here!

He merely bowed his head slightly before blending into the crowd.

“Now, where are you running off so quick?” His clawed hands grip your wrist tightly, his body towering over yours as he cupped your chin in his hands. You noticed his cape was slightly obscuring your view. The sudden feeling of claustrophobia overtook you, your breaths coming ragged as he leaned in closer, his lips grazing your neck, moving up, up, up..

“Mind if I cut in?”

You froze solid, eyes darting up towards one of the most powerful demons in the devildom. You scrambled back, realizing the position that this demon had put you in.

Shit! Did Lucifer really think that…!

“I do mind, actually.” The demon stood taller, obviously irked that someone had intervened with his plaything. “We actually were just—”

“My sincerest apologies, Lord. But I can assure you that you will not be continuing with them tonight,” Lucifer’s voice was calm, cool even. But his stance was scary, his wings flared and eyes burning with untapped aggression as he locked into the other demons.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, goosebumps running across your back as he placed his gloved hand between your shoulder blades. You had never seen him this ruthless, even with his brothers.

Before the demon could make a scene with Lucifer, he tugged you deeper into the dance floor. One hand resting politely on the side of your hip and the other clasping your hand he led you in a gentle waltz alongside the other couples.

“I do apologize,” he sighed, eyes downcast. “I had hoped that me being here would divert some attention away from you but—”

“Lucifer, how did you even know where I was?” you were puzzled, you had searched the crowd for him recklessly, but you had only seen…..ah.

“Barbatos.”

He nodded. “He quickly alerted me to the situation.” He gently led you in a twirl, “I am truly sorry, I should’ve kept a better eye on you.”

“I’m alright, Lucifer. I just wanted to be away from the crowd a bit and well… I guess the desert table is not safe from creeps, either.”

His gaze hardened, a frown appearing on his face as he gently trailed a thumb along your jaw and down your neck, where he must’ve seen the demon… uh… making his moves. You shivered.

As the dance went on, you now had your back placed against his chest, arms crossed as he delicately held your form. You noticed his wings were curved in towards you a bit, the feathers tickling your sides.

“Relax, Lucifer. No one here is going to eat me.” You brushed a wing away from you.

“I just might.”

The hall suddenly spun, now upside down in your vision. You gazed up, realizing Lucifer had lifted your leg up as well, hugging it close to his side.

“Lucifer..” you whispered, hands clasped around his neck.

“When I saw his hands on your body, on your face, I was ready to tear him limb from limb. If Diavolo hadn’t made me snap out of it in time…,” he trailed off as he stared down at you through his thick lashes, bringing you back up again.

His hands cupped the sides of your face, and they met your own as you cradled his hands against your flushed cheeks.

“Pride may be my sin, MC. But you might truly be my demise,” he leaned dangerously close to you. He winced, almost like he was in pain at your proximity.

“Let’s go to the balcony,” you needed the rush of cool air to settle your nerves. He led you to the terrace, his wings gently surrounding you as the wind caught your hair. Ever the protector, he was.

Your elbows landed on the railing, breathing in the night air deeply as you felt Lucifer’s gaze on you. Feelings be damned, you grabbed his gloved hand and slowly removed his attire. Bringing his knuckles to your mouth you gently kissed the back of his hand, your own thumb gently rubbing against his calloused one.

“Juts be thankful there were no females asking you to dance, Lucifer,” you brushed your shoulder past him. “Things would’ve gotten really ugly.”

Grinning, you walked back into the party, leaving behind quite the flustered Lucifer leaning against the railing, his wings sagging a bit as he felt his face scorch.

[cheolsfae]

𑁍 Svt as your bf

Requested: Nope

Genre: Tooth-rotting fluff

Warning(s): None

Requests are open!

S. Coups

P R O T E C T I V E asf!

Someone's bothering you? He's there!

Would give you advice on how to handle the situation if he isn't there.

Clingy little booger.

Cozy, rainy day

You two were laying on the bed snug as a bug!

You laying on his chest listening to his heart beat

Slowly both of you guys falling asleep (watching twilight cause duh lmao)

When I tell you this man would run out and get you snacks at 3 in the morning...!

You want chocolate chip cookies? He's got you!

You've got him too though.

He's having a rough day at work? You're there giving the best moral support/advice you possibly can

You guys are so supportive of each other! 😭

When he's driving — hand on your thigh

So touchy!

Wonwoo

Quality time is his vibe

He's playing video games, you're off doing in the same room

Comfortable silence

Sometimes though, he wanted a lot of attention

When he wanted it, he would do it in little tiny ways

He'd hold your pinky in his

He'd start playing with your hair

If you didn't give the attention he'd pout about it until you did. Very cute

Mingyu

This man is the definition of golden retriever!

Loves to be little spoon

Not that he can't be big spoon, this man refuses to be!

Occasionally, he will be if you need it

But for the most parts, it's him.

The literal definition of empath

You're crying? He's crying while trying to comfort you.

Your excited about a new game coming out? He's just as hyped about it as you are

Date nights at least once a week assuming he isn't on tour

He's mostly planing them

A lot of them are fancy too!

When you guys are out in public, he's holding onto you in some way

He's holding your waist, your hand, even the sleeve of your shirt if need be

Anywhere he can touch → he's touching

Buys you flowers very often!

He just loves you sm! 😭

Vernon

Chilled out

A little too chilled out at times.

You remember how they said he'd eat sandwiches everyday if no one cooked for him?

Well, neither of you knew how to cook.

The guy was okay with eating sandwiches everyday if you made them

You didn't even do anything special with them

Just that you made them made them taste better to him

Maybe made with love?

Never got jealous really

He knew who you were going home with at the end of the night. He knew you'd never leave him for someone else

He had complete trust in you

Joshua

Kind and gentle type

Very romantic!

He'd made you a scrapbook with all of your firsts together for an anniversary present.

There was even a pressed flower from the very first bouquet he'd gotten you in there!

He'd take you on romantic get-a-ways when you were both very stressed with work and needed a break

He likes to comb/brush your hair.

Sometimes he's even shampoo your hair for you!

He would help you whenever you were cooking in the kitchen.

He loved to bake sweets for you to eat!

Jeonghan

Loves to cause a little bit of trouble for you!

Absolute prankster

He'd gotten sick one time and kept trying to get you to give him a kiss

Every time he'd attempt it, you'd dodge him but in the end you'd ended up getting sick because who could resist him?

He would even sometimes draw on your face when you were sleeping

Of course, you'd do the same

It was a playful goofy relationship

The best kind in my opinion

But when things got serious, they got serious

He knew when to stop the act and behave accordingly

The absolute best!

Woozi

Obviously, not big on pda

Definitely the one to initiate it, though, because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable with it.

When he's working late in the studio, you'd drop by and hang out with him until he's done

Often ended with you passed out on the couch lol

He would ask your opinion on what you thought of what he was making

He valued it so much!

He took some of your advice when you offered it and vice versa!

When he was frustrated with work, you'd force him to take a quick break and take a nap with you. He was constantly over doing it!

Dude needs a break!

Seungkwan

Sassy, sassy, sassy

You dish it out, he takes it and vice versa!

Little he said / they said tiffs

More like the "I love you more" "no I love you more" type of vibe

He loves to gossip with you about all your mean and rude customers/coworkers/patients etc.

"I cant believe [insert name here] did that! Oh my God, how are they not fired yet?!"

You're fired up about a situation, so is he.

He likes to play argue with you, know what I mean?

Almost an enemies to lovers situation when you guys first met

He was pretty blunt when he's met you.

Nothing rude, just the way he was saying things was more direct than what you were used to so it rubbed you the wrong way.

Sooner or later it got cleared up obviously because you guys got together

Cute feisty relationship!

Dk

Big Ole ball of energy/positivity

You having a bad day? Not anymore!

Will literally do anything to see you smile

This man particularly hates to see you cry. Breaks his heart!

You'd come home sobbing because you'd gotten scolded at work for forgetting to clean up one thing, it was an accident

Seokmin would be right there trying his best to comfort you "You want me to go yell at your boss for you?" he'd joke

You'd laugh a little and tell him no.

He'd set up a little movie date at the house for you.

Binge watching whatever show you that cheered you up the most

You wouldn't leave his side the whole night

Hoshi

Maybe a little possessive

Jealous when you are giving others more attention than him!

Not like off the rails psychotic jealous

More pouty than actually jealous

It's so cute though

One time, you'd been talking with Dk about something silly.

Soonyoung had walked in seeing the two of you laughing your asses off

The little puffy cheeked man was huffy

He plopped down next to you and pulled you close to him giving Dk the stink eye 😭

Dk sitting there like ?????

Bending himself backwards to make you happy!

He doesn't even have to!

He just does it because he wants to keep you!

His philosophy is "you keep them, how you got them" (I hope that makes sense)

You treat him the same way!

Junhui

Another golden retriever!

Himbo energy lmao

He loves to make you laugh in any way he possibly can

This dude will make himself a whole ass clown just to even get you to crack a hint of a smile!

For date nights, he picks out your outfits

They aren't always great but you know, he made an effort and you always wore them because it was so sweet of him to do that for you

Couples shirts are a must!

Not everyday but pretty often.

They're usually corny, though

Like one time he'd bought you a shirt with his face on it and he'd had on the one with yours

Treats you so well!

Minghao

Not lovey-dovey but would shower you with acts of service and quality time!

Loves it when you're just hanging with him while he's painting or maybe even doodling and you're doing your own thing

Just being in the same space with you brings him peace 🥰

Date nights are something similar.

Except you guys are doing an activity together.

Maybe yoga, maybe ceramics

For some reason, I think pottery is something you guys would enjoy together

He's there putting the slip on your nose playfully!

It's adorable! Ajdndj

Dino

CLINGY

A little koala lmao

Constantly at your side

Maybe a little codependent

You know those anxious dogs that follow their owners everywhere and get annoyed when they leave a room?

This is him! But in a less dramatic way lol

You're in the kitchen cleaning dishes? He's sitting on the table talking with you or maybe helping you.

He's so cute

He's down bad for you!

All because you've got his heart!

He'd even ditch practice if you called him telling him you'd had a bad day.

Coups would be upset about it lol

But Dino didn't care. He knew you needed him!

He'll do anything for you!

A/N: May start a tag list? If you want to be added, lmk through ask , and I'll add ya! Requests are open!

Feedback is welcome!

[captain-mj]

Bender

Tried to write four different asks, got super indecisive and wrote something about 09 SoapGhost who none of the asks were about

Ghost woke up slowly and a little bitterly. His head was pounding. Mouth dry as cotton. Luckily all of his clothes were intact but there was a certain grime to them As if he had been out in the rain or maybe fell.

Something moved and he instinctively went for the knife stashed under his pillow.

"Morning, Lieutenant Riley."

"Johnny." Ghost relaxed just as his hand brushed thin air. He wasn't at the flat he lived where a knife was stashed under a pillow.

"Don't Johnny me." His Captain spat, looking pissed. "Ya come to my door. Reeking of alcohol and weed. Groveling. You take anything else last night?"

Through the pounding in his head, Simon thought through it. "Don't think so, sir."

His Captain looked at him and something like regret curled inside him, so thick it choked out his lungs. Luckily, MacTavish softened a little when he saw the look in his eyes. "Aye. Get up. You can take a shower. I don't have any tea so coffee will have to do."

Ghost sat up slowly and adjusted his mask. "What day is it?"

"Sunday."

His last sober memory was on Thursday night so not as bad as he thought. He wondered why his drunken, high brain thought this was the best place to go though.

Ghost stood. "I can shower later. Don't want to be these clothes right back on."

"Nonsense. Those are going in the wash. You can wear some of mine."

"Jo-"

"That's an order, Riley."

Ghost bit his tongue. They weren't in the field or on base. He had ever right to tell him to shove it. But no. Johnny was the one person he'd led order him around and he knew it. Took advantage of it.

So Ghost followed the fucking order. He handed Soap his clothes through the door, careful for no skin to show besides his hand and wrists. He turned the water on hot, deciding if he had to take one, he was also going to use all of Soap's hot water. It felt nice as the water worked some semblance of life back into him.

Soap must've gotten out the good stuff cause he could smell the coffee even in the bathroom. He used Soap's vanilla scented stuff and the man's loofah since he hadn't had the foresight to give Ghost something else to use.

Ghost even used his fancy hair stuff, working the "Clarifying shampoo", whatever that meant, and conditioner into his hair in turn. He wrapped a towel around himself and checked outside the door for clothes. When he didn't see anything, he called for Soap, waiting patiently.

Soap appeared almost immediately to give him underwear. "I have bandages. You injured anywhere."

Ghost's heart spasmed in his chest as he looked over his body. He slid on the underwear during his inspection. "No, I'm in good condition."

A beat of silence before Soap responded. "Don't believe you."

"Want to check yourself?"

"You offering?"

Ghost's turn to be quiet. He glanced at himself. As far as he could see, he really did look fine. If he told Soap he wasn't offering, they'd move on like nothing happened.

"That was inappropriate-"

"Yes. I'm offering." Ghost cut Soap off.

The door opened and he used the towel to dry his hair, doing his best to seem a lot more confident than he was.

Soap didn't look at him in disgust. That was a good place to start. He reached forward and grabbed Ghost's jaw gently, tilting his head back and forth. "Got some bruises."

Ghost tried to remember anything happening. "Don't think I slept with anyone."

It was a piss poor attempt at a joke, but the way Soap's grip tightened on him... a flutter ran through his chest. Close to fear, but too closely related to trust. If Soap hit him, he'd know it was cause he deserved it.

Soap swallowed hard, searching over Ghost for... something.

"Do you not like the idea of me sleeping with someone else?"

"I don't care about that." His body language told a different story. All tensed up like a bowstring. Jaw rigid.

"You purposely have me stripped to my fucking underwear, Captain. You have a death grip on me. And you look pissed. Starting to think you might like me Captain."

Soap frowned. "Course I like you, Simon." It was too honest. Too open. Ghost broke the moment, even if he didn't forgive himself for doing it.

"You promised coffee."

Soap forgave him. Course he did. "I did, didn't I? Let me get you more clothes." His eyes roamed over him one more time. Just... making sure. But Ghost was fine.

Simon wasn't. Simon wished very much he deserved the concern Johnny was showing him.

There was something firmly between them. If they just... knew how to get around it. If Ghost knew how to get around it.

Soap made him a cup of coffee. "Don't have any more benders like that."

"yes sir."

[atypicalamortentia]

more percy smut please i love you

Christmas Present || Percy Weasley

Synopsis - You had no idea what to get your husband Percy for Christmas. You settled on buying lingerie to surprise him and as an early Christmas present, treated him to some fun.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - All characters are aged 18+!

Word Count - 2.5k.

{Caffeinate Me}

Christmas was just around the corner and you still had so many people to buy for: your husband Percy being one of them. Percy Weasley was never really a man of material possessions. As long as his family were around him, that was all that mattered. It was frustrating to you because your love language was giving gifts! How could you show him you loved him if you had no idea what to get him? 

You were currently sitting on the floor in your shared bedroom wrapping up the Christmas presents that you did have when there was a small knock on the opposite side of the door. “Can I come in?” Percy asked, his voice quiet. 

“Of course you can,” you said with a slight giggle in your voice. 

After a few seconds, Percy poked his head around the door and smiled at you. “I didn’t know whether you were wrapping my gift.”

You frowned. “I still haven’t gotten anything for you.” 

“That’s okay,” Percy smiled. “As long as I have you, that’s all that matters.” 

You frowned again. “Percy it’s almost Christmas! I have to get you something.”

“Like I said, as long as you’re here, that’s all that matters,” Percy repeated. He bent down to press a chaste kiss on your lips and with that, he left the room. 

Once you were finished with the wrapping, for now, you grabbed your laptop and mindlessly began scrolling through social media. Your mind was ticking as you thought of gift ideas for Percy: knowing him, he had gotten you an extravagant gift that you had always wanted. He was like that. Then, it hit you. If all he wanted for Christmas was you, then that’s what he was going to get. You opened up your favourite clothing app and searched for the sexiest lingerie you could find, preferably one that was a dark red to match his old house colours from your shared time at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. Just as you were about to give up, thinking none of them would take his fancy, you finally found a perfect lacey number. It was rather revealing but then again, that’s what lingerie was, right? You placed your order and spent a little extra for next day delivery to make sure it arrived in time for Christmas. Giddy with excitement, you could barely contain yourself. Not wanting to accidentally spoil the surprise, you went to bed, but not before saying goodnight to your loving husband. 

When you woke up the next morning, Percy wasn’t by your side. You glanced over at the clock on your bedside table to see that it was just gone nine in the morning. You frowned, but it quickly disappeared when you saw a note sitting on top of his pillow. You sat up and brought the note to your sleep-filled eyes and read it aloud quietly. 

My love, 

I didn’t want to wake you this morning before I left for work since you looked so peaceful. I just wanted you to know how much I love and cherish you. I will for the rest of my life. 

Love, Percy. 

You smiled and clutched the note to your chest. No matter how many times this man surprised you, it always brought tears to your eyes. That was it. You had decided that this man was getting his Christmas present early. You rubbed your eyes and swung your legs over the bed, putting on your fluffy slippers and making your way downstairs to make some breakfast. With a wave of your wand, breakfast was started, all you had to do was wait for it to finish cooking and plate it up. While eating, you decided that you would go out and get the final bits and pieces for Christmas, considering the big day was only a few days away. You washed up your plates and headed back upstairs to get dressed and brush your teeth. 

Town centre was busy. You grabbed the essentials for the rest of your family and called it a day. What you didn’t have, you didn’t have and you weren’t going to stress over it. When you finally arrived home after a chaotic ride home there was a parcel waiting for you on the doorstep: your lingerie. Excitedly, you opened the door and grabbed the parcel before heading inside your small home that you shared with your husband. You plopped down on the sofa, allowing the bags of goodies to fall onto the floor and let out a sigh of relief. Now all you had to do was wrap the remaining gifts and place them under your neatly decorated tree. But, you would do that later. For now, you needed to open your parcel and try it on. You stood up and walked to the kitchen to grab a pair of scissors before walking back into the livingroom and opening the parcel. Your eyes widened the second you unwrapped the item of clothing, smiling like a maniac. “Oh Percy, you’re going to love this,” you whispered to yourself as you admired the lacey set. You sent Percy a text asking him what time he would be home. You weren’t going to do the whole romantic ‘cook a meal for him and then surprise him’ shenanigans you had seen in movies. You certainly weren’t the cook of the family and didn’t feel like having food poisoning for Christmas day. Percy quickly replied saying that he was on his way home, and would be as quick as he could. You panicked slightly, this gave you no time at all to get ready! You grabbed your shopping and waddled up the stairs, throwing the bags on the bed before quickly stripping off to get a shower. You were quick; it was possibly the quickest shower you had ever had and your shaving was down haphazardly. You wouldn’t be surprised if you had missed a few spots on your legs. You dried yourself and your hair before dressing yourself in the lingerie and admiring yourself in the mirror. Percy would be home any minute now. You sat on the bed and waited patiently. 

“I’m home!” You heard Percy call from downstairs. The door shut behind him and you could practically hear him removing his shoes. 

“I’m upstairs!” You called, getting into position on the bed. You heard him mumble something in response before the clambering of his feet came trudging up the stairs. 

“That day was a day from hell,” Percy said as he walked into the room. It took him a second to notice you, but once he did, his eyes widened. His mouth hung open in an ‘o’ shape, running dry and had to force himself to blink. “W-Wow.”

You pulled a sultry look and lifted your leg up into the air seductively. “Do you like?” You asked, running a hand up your smooth, bare legs. Percy just nodded erratically in response. Within a second, the red-haired male was climbing on top of you, lips pressed against yours in a heated kiss. You let out a gasp as his lips met yours, feeling the wetness gathering between your legs. You were getting more and more turned on by the way Percy was kissing you as if it was the last time. He was drinking your moans as if they were water in a desert and his hands trailed the lace of the lingerie. “I take it you do like,” you giggled in between kisses. Percy just nodded again, lips pressing harder against your own. 

“Been a long day,” he groaned in between your lips. “Just want to fill you up and forget all about it.” 

It was your turn to nod now, giving him the go ahead. Percy trailed his hand up to your breasts, squeezing at them through the thin red lace. A soft moan left his lips as he continued to grope at your chest, squeezing the soft flesh between his palms. The cups of the lingerie were so small, that your breasts spilled over the fabric. “Percy,” you whisper softly. Your moans were like music to his ears. 

“Is this my Christmas present?” He asked, a low growl emitting from his throat. All you could do was nod. “I love it.” 

He popped your breasts out of the small cups and kissed down your throat, lips attaching to your nipples almost immediately. You let out a shaky breath as his tongue worked wonders around your perky bud, wanting to moan. Your hands flew to his hair, pushing his face further into your breast. Percy used his teeth to tease your nipple, desperate to hear your voice whimper his name. You couldn’t help it. “Percy,” you moaned, throwing your head back. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, turning his attention to the other nipple. His tongue continued to swirl around the pebbled nub, hands trailing their way down to the lace between your legs. “My, you’re so wet already,” he grinned. 

“I wonder why,” you joked, rolling your eyes. Percy let out a little huff of excitement. His hands danced around the fabric covering your pussy and slipped a finger inside. You let an inaudible gasp as he did. You were so wet his finger slid inside of you effortlessly and he immediately began pumping away, squelching sounds filled the room. “Oh God,” you whimpered softly, closing your eyes tightly. Without warning, Percy slipped another finger inside of you. Your hands grasped his shoulders, holding onto him for support. 

“I can’t wait to be inside of you,” Percy mumbled as he pulled away from your nipple. 

You were laying on the bed, legs spreading themselves wider for Percy to hit that spot deeper inside of you. His fingers were moving in and out of you at an alarming rate and you could feel your orgasm quickly approaching. “Gonna cum!” You cried out. You bit your bottom lip, trying your best to keep your moans to a minimum, afraid that the neighbours next door would hear. 

“Cum for me baby,” Percy growled. 

You nodded and within seconds, you were spraying all over his fingers. Your vision spotted white and your legs began to shake. The orgasm was probably the most intense you’ve ever had. Percy chuckled as you came down from your high, pulling away from you and standing up off of the bed to remove his clothes. He was fast, faster than you’ve ever seen him undress and his cock was standing to attention. His thick length was leaking pre-cum and you so badly wanted a taste. You beckoned him closer as you repositioned yourself onto your knees. “Wanna taste you,” you whispered huskily. 

“Are you sure?” He asked, tilting his head to the side. You nodded, ensuring him that that was what you wanted. Percy grabbed his length and gave it a few experimental pumps before you wrapped your lips around him. He gasped in pleasure as you took him all the way into your mouth, with difficulty. Your tongue traced his enlarged head and tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum. You let out a hum of approval. “Feels so good,” he managed to choke out. 

You hummed again, his cock hitting the back of your throat causing you to gag. Percy’s eyes widened as you gagged, and he had to contain himself. He pulled his cock out of your mouth quickly, not wanting to cum just yet. You furrowed your eyebrows but quickly smiled as he pushed you down onto your back. “Someone’s eager,” you grinned. 

“It’s hard not to be when your wife is as beautiful as you are,” Percy whispered into your ear. 

You let out a silent giggle before he kissed you softly, lining his cock up with your hole. In one sharp movement, Percy had pushed himself inside of you, filling you up to the brim. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you adjusted to his length. He stretched you so well that you could happily die in this moment. He was so large and thick. Percy waited for a moment before he began to move, but when he did, his movements were brutal. It was as if he had waited a lifetime to fuck you. “Fuck!” You cried out, hands grasping the sheets below you as your body bounced forward with the intensity of his thrusts. 

“You feel so good baby,” Percy cooed in your ear. “You’re gonna drive me insane.” 

You wanted to reply, you really did, but it was hard. All you could think about was how his cock-head was kissing your cervix and the overwhelming pleasure you were feeling. You were glad he liked his present as much as he seemed to. Percy’s hands grasped your exposed breasts, eyes gazing down at the lingerie you were wearing. This only seemed to spur him on, movements speeding up. His hips were thrusting against yours erratically, chasing the high he so desperately craved. He was close and you knew it, but he was trying so hard not to cum yet. “Percy,” you moaned, head lolling back. 

“Look at me when I fuck you princess,” Percy said sternly, his hands grasping your breasts tighter causing a pained whimper to leave your lips. You nodded and looked at him, eyes meeting him in an intense gaze. “Want me to fill you up? Hmm?” He asked. 

“Yes. Oh God yes, please!” You cried. Percy nodded in response, seemingly happy with your answer. His hips stuttered a bit and you knew he was reaching his climax. “Please. Please cum inside of me,” you begged silently. 

Percy smiled in response, hips thrusting against yours desperately. With a few more thrusts, you felt his cock twitch and his milky seed shoot deep inside of you. You let out a loud moan as your second climax washed over you. Your body went limp and Percy collapsed on top of you. “Was that okay?” He asked, voice hoarse and shaky. 

“Unbelievably okay,” you said while laughing. After a few moments of silence, when all you could hear was both of your laboured breathing, you finally spoke. “Did you like your Christmas present?” 

Percy lifted off of you, rolling onto his back on your king-sized bed and smiled at you. “Like it? I loved it! It’s definitely a present I’ll be getting a lot of use out of.” He winked at you. 

“I’m glad,” you said, cuddling into him. 

“Thank you,” he whispered. 

“For what?”

“For making this a Christmas to remember,” he replied. 

“With you, every Christmas is a Christmas to remember,” you smiled softly. 

Percy pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Come on. Let’s go downstairs and I’ll make us some food.”

You nodded. “Okay.” 

You stood up off the bed, watching intently as Percy dressed himself. He really was such a sight to behold, red hair all messy and sweat glistening from his forehead. You grabbed your dressing gown and wrapped it around yourself before following your husband downstairs. You knew that you would get some more use out of the lingerie later, so there was no point in changing out of it. You were honest with what you said, every Christmas with Percy was a Christmas to remember and you were just glad he liked his present.

[misc-obeyme]

if nobody else has, may I politely request the dateables curing cat!mc?

Hi there!

Okay technically my requests are closed, so I was going to wait to do this until they were open again... buuuut I had some time, so here we are! I couldn't really resist because the cat!MC request was so fun and I love the dateables so much.

I did Luke, too, but once again his only requires a counter curse lol.

Thank you for the request!

GN!MC turns into a cat and the dateables must cure them with true love's kiss

Warnings: none

Diavolo

He has no idea how this cat got into his office at RAD, but he's delighted. Doesn't recognize you right away. Eventually realizes that there's a lot of magic going on with you, though, and that's when he figures it out. Oh dear, MC! You appear to have been turned into a cat. Don't worry, he'll figure out how to turn you back. But first he's going to take a bunch of pictures.

Picks you up carefully and carries you around while he makes inquiries of his most trusted advisers on how to turn you back. Barbatos probably has practical advise, but all Lucifer cares about is keeping the cat version of you away from Satan. Diavolo is pretty protective of you in this form, so there's really no need to be concerned. He won't let you out of his arms, let alone out of his sight. You can't complain. You don't mind being held against that particular chest all day.

He will take you under his care for as long as you're in kitty form. Won't entrust you to the brothers and takes you back to the castle instead. Let's be real, he's not really doing anything to find the cure. Barbatos is hard at work trying to figure out what happened to you. In the meantime, Diavolo is pampering you.

Eventually, Barbatos tells him he needs to use true love's kiss. Once again, he's thrilled. Takes you into his room where he cuddles you against his chest one last time before kissing the top of your head. You come back to yourself fully sitting in his lap, face pressed against that beautiful bosom. He's so happy to have you in his arms. He liked you in cat form, but this is much more preferable. Won't be able to stop himself from kissing you again.

Barbatos

Recognizes you instantly. Whether he finds you at RAD, the House of Lamentation, or wandering the halls of the Demon Lord's Castle, he knows it's you the moment he sees you. He's not sure how you got yourself into such a predicament, but he's prepared to help you return to your normal self. Chances are Barbatos already knows what needs to be done. He's likely seen stuff like this before.

He will take you into his care, bringing you to the castle where he can watch over you properly. He doesn't trust anyone else to care for you in this form and he needs to make sure he's got the right cure before he tries anything. He surprises you with how much he pampers you. While you're in residence, he likes to have you sit on a fancy cushion that he then carries around from room to room. Sometimes makes the Little Ds carry your cushion around. They don't seem to mind, you guys actually get along pretty well.

When he's not busy working or looking into the cure, he's going to want to hold you himself. Keeps you on his lap while he pets you or brushes out your fur. Talks to you like you're already back to normal and can keep up with your side of the conversation even though all you do is meow. Reassures you that he's working on bringing you back to normal.

Once he's confirmed what he knew all along, that it's true love's kiss you need, he will place you and your cushion on a chair before kissing one of your paws. You turn back into yourself sitting in front of him in the chair, your hand still in his. He pulls you up into his arms and kisses you for real. Welcome back, MC. You must forgive him for being so overjoyed to see you back in your usual form. You can be sure he's not going to let you go anywhere for a while.

Simeon

Oh, MC, you're adorable as a cat, but how did this happen? Most likely you went looking for him because you need help and you know you can count on him not to mess with you too much. Simeon does indeed take charge immediately upon your arrival. He enlists the help of all the demons and Solomon because he's not messing around. It's important that you return to normal as fast as possible, especially since you're the only one who can actually keep the brothers in line at all.

While he dictates to everyone else, he's making sure that he's taking care of you. Cooks you a bunch of special cat-friendly food. Makes you little fish shaped cat treats. Makes sure to get all the information on any classes you're missing while in cat form. Makes you a little place to sleep on his bed using pillows and blankets.

He doesn't make you stay in any one place, but he's always following along behind you if you decide to leave the room. He's worried about you. You're small now and you're used to being a human and what if you get into trouble? He wants to be there to make sure you're always okay. It's too risky to let you go wandering off on your own.

Eventually someone figures out that it's true love's kiss that will bring you back to yourself. He might think it's one of the brothers you need for this, so you'll have to do something to make sure he understands. Sit in his lap and purr. Butt your head into him and lick his cheek until he gets the message. He'll laugh and then kiss your whiskery cheek. You turn back into yourself and he can't help but wrap his arms around you, burying his face in your neck. He's just so happy that you're back.

Solomon

Assuming you've come to him because you're a cat now and you want someone to change you back, Solomon probably doesn't even notice you at first. He's too busy with whatever magical experiment he's got going on. He's going to get confused about a random cat showing up in his room. He's too distracted to do anything about it, though, and instead starts lecturing you about magic. He still thinks he's talking to a regular cat, but when you start to respond with well placed meows or by pawing at certain things on his table, he's going to figure it out. This cat is too smart to be an actual cat.

MC? Is that you? Ahaha! It is you! Sorry he didn't recognize you sooner! What in the world happened to you? He's probably going to make fun of you for a little bit because it's kind of precious that you're like this. He thinks you're so cute, he can't help but act like he's just going to leave you that way. Starts talking about magic again like he's actually teaching you something.

Meow in protest. He's going to pretend he thinks you're responding to his magic lecture. Hiss at him. Depending on how far he's willing to take it, you might have to actually bite him. He'll give in after that, laughing the whole time. Okay okay, he'll fix you! But you know he'll probably take a few pictures first.

He already knows it's true love's kiss that will fix you. He puts you in front of him on the table he's sitting at and kisses your nose. You come back to yourself sitting on the table. He immediately puts his arms around your waist and leans his head on your stomach. He was teasing you a lot, but he never would've actually left you like that. He much prefers you in this form and he's going to want you to stay the night so he can prove it.

Luke

Doesn't recognize you at all. What's this random cat doing here? This is the response whether you're at RAD, Purgatory Hall, or anywhere else you might encounter him. Unless you're in a place where cats normally are, he's confused about your presence. Won't figure it out until someone else (probably Simeon) tells him that it's actually you.

Okay, now he's freaking out. MC! How did this happen! Was it one of those demon brothers?! Calm him down by purring at him. Rub against his ankles and he'll pick you up. He won't let you just wander around like this! Takes you to Purgatory Hall (unless you're already there) and gets his various father figures to help him change you back.

Absolutely bakes you all the cat shaped treats while you're in cat form. Makes some that are extra small so you can actually eat them with your tiny mouth. Makes plenty more for when you're back to your usual size because he's pretty sure you're going to be traumatized from this experience and sweet things always make him feel better.

In the end, someone finds the counter curse, which is cast upon you as quickly as possible. The little angel is still somewhat distressed about the fact that you were cursed, even if it was kind of cute. Cheer him up by eating all the things he stress-baked for you. If you're enjoying his baked goods, then you must be feeling okay despite your ordeal. Just make sure to be more careful around demons!

masterlist | part 1 with the brothers | Thank you for reading!

[twinksrepository]

Dante SFW Alphabet

Rating: T

CW: None

A/N: Well while working on the fic I realized I needed something to help me nail down how I want Dante to react to certain things. So thanks to my lovely friend @jellys-compendium I decided to do a SFW & NSFW alphabet for the silly pizza man. So here's the first part and I hope you enjoy it!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Dante isn’t all that affectionate in platonic relationships. Well, when it comes to Nero he can’t help ruffle his hair or pushing his shoulders when they’re on a mission. He also doesn’t really show his affection when anyone else is around when it comes to the romantic side, he might get handsy but his actual affection is kept for when the two of you are alone. He just doesn’t want to verbalize that he knows Nero is his nephew when it opens up those scars. He shows his affection in small touches, like brushing your hair off your forehead. When it’s cold out, tighten your scarf just a bit closer to your skin before you leave the shop. Brushing his fingers along your knuckles when you sit on the couch and he’s sitting there beside you. The second anyone shows up? All that goes out the window and he’s back to being his walled off silly flirty man. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

As a best friend, he’s got your back no matter what and knows what you’re thinking almost at the exact moment it crosses your mind. He’s the kind of best friend that you can sit for hours talking about random things with while it seems like no time has passed at all. Just that kind of friend that is always there when you need it. Given how Dante likes to keep himself in his office most of the time the friendship would have to start with sadly demons being involved somehow. Either you having a problem with them and going to see him for it or being caught up in something you shouldn’t be and Dante saving your skin. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Dante might not seem like it, but once he’s comfortable with you as a person and then in a relationship with him he is a cuddle bug. Like his affections, he cuddles in private but he enjoys the feeling of your smaller form wrapped in his arms tucked up against him, with your head over his heart. Feeling you returning the cuddles with your hands resting on his forearms tapping away a random pattern while his hands roam along your back. He also likes feeling your cooler skin against his since he’s always warm as a side effect of his demonic heritage. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Dante doesn’t want to settle down, while it’s a small wish deep inside of his heart he knows he can’t. Yet when even a sliver of it is offered he’s quick to hold on and enjoy those moments. Can he cook and clean? If you define cooking as letting pizza boxes grow mushrooms and their own ecosystems maybe. Dante orders Pizza for a reason and if he had access to it he’d totally eat kraft dinner, and not with milk. That’s too fancy for him. Instant noodles are his backup for pizza when Morrison cuts off his tab. As to cleaning? I direct you to the piles of pizza boxes growing mushrooms. Yet the lack of cleaning is planned to confuse people to make him think he’s a bit of a slob.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Dante would be quick about it and cold as hell. “I’m done, you were fun for a while Doll but I’m bored.” Something to break your heart while he acted like he didn’t care in the slightest because he’d rather you walk out of his life crying and hating him while whatever part of his heart that you’d taken died with the door closing. It’d be to protect you from the life he leads but it’s for the best, so if having you hate him means you’ll never be in the crosshairs of someone or something after him then he can accept the pain.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Commitment itself? Once the relationship progresses to the point where he knows you aren’t running away from him and the dangers in his life that man is wrapped around your finger. His heart, body, and soul are yours, bad flirting and dramatic ass too. He would do anything for you and wants you in his life. As to getting married? That is not in the cards for him from the standpoint of official traditions. Or doing paperwork. Dante would tell you putting a piece of metal on his finger or signing paper doesn’t mean anything to him. It’s the fact he loves you the way he does and wants to spend the rest of his life with you and treasure you. He sees you as his partner without anything official because he doesn’t need it to know he’s yours and it’s the same for you. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Dante has his gentle moments but they are rare, with his general attitude he doesn’t see the need to be gentle on the physical level. When he is it’s a rare treat but he’s not out of his way to ever harm you, if anything it’s more like he doesn’t always know how to be gentle. What he thinks is a soft pat on your shoulder is actually strong enough to make you fall on your face if you aren’t prepared for it. Emotionally? He can be pretty damn closed off early in a friendship or relationship. As it grows deeper and he’s better at reading you he knows when you need him to drop his shields and walls and just reassure you with his words and to just be soft with you. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

This big silly pizza man, doesn’t like hugs. No, this silly man LOVES hugs, and not the soft ones where it’s a gentle caress, no he loves great big ass bear hugs that might crush your bones. Because if he’s hugging you, you’re someone he trusts so he doesn’t need to try and hold anything back when he does. The problem is most of those hugs aren’t shown to anyone because of how closed off he is, so be prepared once you get past that wall and there isn’t anyone around. Or if he wants to annoy you because he’ll put you in a bear hug if he knows it will get you riled up and feisty. But those bear hugs of his are also always so warm because he’s just warm and it’s just a nice feeling. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes him a while to say it, but when he does it’s not some big romantic moment or anything. Which is par for the course since saying he loves someone means he is in deep and it paints a huge target on whoever it is. Yet his delivery the first time would be over something silly, like bringing him pizza after a hard day when he’s starving after just getting back to the shop to find you on his heels just behind him with a fresh pie in hand. “I love you, Doll.”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Dante does get jealous but not in a way that bothers him. As far as he’s concerned if you’re in a relationship with him to that point he doesn’t need to worry about it. That’s not to say he doesn’t find it annoying when anyone comments on how something should have bothered him, like a coworker claiming they need to walk you to the office and seeing Dante waiting for you. Sure Dante feels that churn in his stomach when others flirt with you and you laugh or flirt back a little but he knows nothing will ever come of it. He does get a sick kick out of seeing whoever is trying to woo you when he slides up behind or beside you and watching their face fall as you turn to look at him with a megawatt smile. Almost like he enjoys it when they realize they’ve got nothing on him because you only have eyes for him. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Dante’s kisses are as varied as his moods, ranging from sensual and heartwarming to domineering ones that leave you breathless and the kind that leaves your knees buckling from just how overpowering they are. If anything it’s the reflection of how he feels in that moment with you since he isn’t always the best with words. Dante likes to kiss any part of your skin he can find but if he had to pick one place as a favorite, he’d say it was your hands because to him your hands are so different from his. His that are rough from all the sword work he’s done over the years and when he looks at yours knowing they’ve never done anything like his. He finds something just so sensual and heartwarming when you kiss the edge of his jaw, almost like it’s a promise that you’ll be back later.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Dante… is not good with children… at all. Like to the point that if one of them looks at him and starts crying he feels his whole being freezing. So when he sees them he flinches every time no matter how small of a reaction, and it’s something you come to catch when you see it the longer the two of you are together. However, the first time you meet Pattie and find out how old she was when she first met him, it clicks why he isn’t good with kids. Even more so when Trish and Lady tell you about the little blond that drove Dante nuts.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Sleeping. So much of Dante’s work is later in the day or into the night that the morning is when he sleeps or catches up on missing sleep. So if you want to spend the morning with him, you need to curl up in said bed with him. That’s if he made it to his bed and didn’t just crash on the couch. Another way that is a bit sneakier is if you roll into his kitchen and make breakfast, the smell of a home cooked meal with bacon tends to make the grumbly pizza man appear still half asleep and mumbling before dropping his head between your shoulder blades while you work away at the hot plate in the back room that makes up half of his kitchen. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

If Dante doesn’t have a mission on the go most nights he usually stays at his desk while you take up the couch, the two of you talking long through the night. Those nights you get to see him scowl when the office phone rings because while he might not say it he hates the interruptions to your conversations. Every once in a while on a rare occasions Dante will slide onto the couch with you, draping his arm over your shoulders and tugging you in close to him as the two of you swap stories about things you’ve seen and been through. But. If anyone shows up through the doors Dante is quick to dart away before they see him like that. He’d much rather spend the night with the two of you just talking then dealing with demons running amok. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Dante is slow to reveal things, even as your relationship moves forward and it’s not just because he’s closed off or has the walls up. He knows there are things about him that if you knew would put you in danger so he’s careful about what he does tell you. Yet he wants you to know all the important things about him and wars with how much to tell you. Some things are a lot easier than others like how much you mean to him and the effect being around has had on him. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It’s interesting to look at Dante and his patience because really there’s two sides to it. The one where he pretends things get under his skin and acts like he’s pissed, like most of his interactions with Lady. It’s easy for him to make a show to give the appearance of having a short temper, another great diversion tactic from what he’s actually like. That being said there are real things that could grate on his nerves like threats to those he cares about and it takes a lot for that side of him to show. If he did have a true short temper like the one he sometimes shows he wouldn’t have made it this far. When it comes to him being in a relationship with you there’s a world of patiences as the two of you figure out your boundaries with one another. Just don’t shoot him in the head or he might start to treat you like Lady.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

As much as Dante pretends like he isn’t paying attention he knows every detail you say and everything about you. He knows every inch of your body, those eyes of his are sharp when it comes to the finer details. If he’s pressed for information he does act like he doesn’t know anything, but when it comes to you he remembers your preferences for food, drinks, colors, flowers, all of it. So when it’s a day that’s important to you he has your favorite ready, it’s take out, but it’s the thought that counts. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Dante’s favorite moment is silly, when the two of you were making that transition from friend to dating. When you showed up at the office with the pizza he had ordered, expecting it to be the delivery guy and seeing you there instead. Laughing at him as you told him he did owe you that date he had promised and if he was too dense to figure out you were genuinely interested in him then you were gonna drive that point home. Even if you had to slap him in the face with said interest. You being so forward sits in his head as that point when he realized you weren’t just hanging out with him because of the bad luck that seemed to follow you. You actually wanted him, and that meant the world to him. 

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

This man is protective to the point it’s almost annoying, he knows you aren’t a fighter and he sees it once your relationship progresses so far as something he needs to do. Sort of like a duty as part of your relationship to keep you safe, which conflicts internally since he knows that you being in the relationship with him has also placed a larger target on your back. Some of his protection is of course his usual style of hack and slash when it comes to demons themselves that think you’re an easy target. Whenever certain humans that are remnants of a cult or similar start sniffing around Dante makes a show of following you at a distance, well a show where they can see him but you can’t see him. Dante doesn’t need you to protect him, but he would like you to not be defenseless if he can’t be there and tries to get you to be able to fight back somewhat. Not the same way as he would, more along the lines of being able to create an opening for you to get away from whatever might be after you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

His everyday tasks are bare bones minimum effort, this man has one focus day to day and it’s trying to keep himself afloat with enough money to order pizza. So they don’t get much effort. Even as your relationship progresses that doesn’t change, he doesn’t put too much effort into dates either no matter where you’re at in the relationship. Dante isn’t much of a gift guy either, the idea of buying you something just for the sake of buying you something makes his head spin in confusion. He’d much rather show his affection in person with touches after a rough day. Now when it is something important that’s when he puts the effort into it, so when he does give you something, it holds a lot of meaning and he does spend days thinking about what he is going to give you. When it comes to your anniversary he spends the mouth before starting to think about what he wants to do to show you it means something to him. He even goes so far as to ask Kyrie for advice since of all the women he knows she’s the most practical and unlikely to tease him for it. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

As good looking as Dante his, he isn’t the most hygienic. After a mission coming back covered in grime and possibly demon blood he doesn’t care about getting cleaned up, sees it as part of the job. He looks good but he isn’t good at cleaning his body or his clothes, the real reason he gets a new leather coat every four years or so. Because it’s so covered in grime even he can’t stand the smell of it. You cringe every time he comes back from a mission and he leans closer and the smell of rot and copper floods your senses, waving your hand in front of your face and trying to shove him into a shower. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Dante might not be vain but he knows he is good looking, it’s part of his charm and his taunting when he’s in a fight. He has the kind of looks however that takes very little effort for him to maintain and his life style seems to add to it. Like when he doesn’t shave for a few days and his stubble gets longer, of his hair a little shaggier, instead of taking away from his looks it seems to increase them. Which when others fawn over his rugged handsomeness you do find it a little annoying as your own jealously flares. At least until he sends you a wink during the fawning. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

As the relationship progresses Dante refuses to admit that you’ve become an integral part of his life and the thought of losing you makes him freeze. Because he’s at a point where he needs to figure out if he wants to keep going and accept the realization he needs you to feel whole, that for the first time since he lost his family as a child that you slot into that missing piece of him and it completes him. It’s a thought he doesn’t really enjoy having to dwell on, just how much you are the missing pieces of him that he didn’t know could be filled in. Pieces he thought would forever be lost to the void and tucked behind mental doors to never be seen. Its easier for him to accept that you don’t mean anything and lie to himself instead of admitting how deeply ingrained you are as a part of him now. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Underneath all of his devil may care (I know bad pun) attitude and his taunting when in fights that makes it seem like Dante is a cocky uncaring slob deep down he feels like everything he does is never enough. That if he hadn’t been so scared as a child, maybe his mother wouldn’t have died, maybe he and Vergil wouldn’t have been separated. That if he had of just been more then maybe he wouldn’t feel so lonely when he has his nights alone, refusing to let anyone see that at his core he’s still that scared little boy. So when you come along and peel all those layers away from him he comes to realize he can be that person even for a little while and accept that you care about him even with that sense of self depreciation. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Dante doesn’t like olives. That’s for certain. When it comes to people he doesn’t like them being clingy or needing a lot of attention. Essentially he likes his people to not be like a dog but more like a cat, instead of wanting to spend every second with him or wanting his attention he wants someone there when they feel like being there. He doesn’t want someone that wants his undivided attention 24/7, it’s too exhausting for him. He prefers when a person, be they a partner or not, is just there to spend time with him and either do their own thing while he does his or be off on their own. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Dante is a bed hog and blanket thief. The worst of his blanket thieving is he doesn’t even want them after ten or fifteen minutes with how warm his skin is. So he steals them, wrapping them around his body, and they end up on the floor. Which is great when you want to press close to him as a personal furnace. The man, no matter how big the bed is, needs to sprawl, legs wide apart, arms stretched as far as they can. He’s a starfish flopped on a bed and while it is a pain it is kind of cute to see a small bit of drool when he’s truly passed out. 

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[darling-zain]

✮↳ If I Want It, I Shall Have It ↰

♡ yandere! princess x gn reader (2.5k words)♡

tw/cw: obsessive love, drugging, use of chloroform, kidnapping, reader hates the monarchy, slightly rushed ending

authors notes: im going on vacation for like a week so I probably won't be online much, here's my little gift to you all <3 (ignore how I literally had to force myself to finish this since I've been working on it for weeks-)

➼ yandere! princess Who was never really interested in romance. She had her castle, she had her garden, and everything she could ever want, so she didn't think romance was necessary for her.

➼ yandere! princess Whose parents were constantly on her case about getting married and "continuing the family legacy". She was the only daughter of the king and queen, so she was the only hope to keep the monarchy alive.

➼ yandere! princess Who would always brush them off by saying that "it's not the right time," or "I haven't found anyone I fancy yet," but she knows that nobody will cut it for her. She's too high-maintenance, too extravagant; none of the princes in her kingdom or the next would satisfy her.

➼ yandere! princess Whose parents had finally had enough of her denial, so they decided to bring the candidates to her. It was just an unchanging cycle of them introducing an over-eager prince, her rolling her eyes, dismissing him, and waiting with a bored expression for the next disappointment.

➼ yandere! princess Who would look out her window longingly, gazing up into the endless night sky with tired, hopeless eyes. "Perhaps there really is no one for me..." she whispers into the cold spring air, lying down on her delicate satin sheets. As her tired mind begins to fade, a single tear slides down her cheek and onto her powder-white pillow, a single mark of imperfection.

➼ yandere! princess Who woke up feeling even more tired than before she had slept. She groaned, rubbing her eyes with her soft, perfectly manicured hands. She slowly gets up and opens her soft pink curtains to reveal a gorgeous view of the entire kingdom; a sight she was absolutely enamoured with as a child but had now grown sick of. She slides open her glass door to step out onto her balcony, letting the wind gently caress her face. As she leans against the railings, the soft scent of freshly baked bread surrounds her. She looks down to see someone stepping out of the bakery and taking some pastries out of the oven. Their face is hidden in shadow, but she can see their mouth turn into a frown as they look up at the castle. Her eyes linger on their frame even after they've left, sighing heavily.

➼ yandere! princess Who had gotten sick and tired of her parent's desperate attempts to get her engaged, and just needed a break from them.

➼ yandere! princess Who called her chauffeur to take her out into the town, and to not tell her parents lest they bring her back.

➼ yandere! princess Who hopped into her grand carriage, looking out the window as they left the castle gates, excitedly anticipating getting to see what a normal life would be like.

"We've arrived, Princess." Her chauffeur calls from the front seat, getting out to open her door for her.

"Thank you very much," She politely nods to him, adjusting the scarf on her head. "Don't wait for me, you can head back to the castle." She dismisses him with a wave of her hand, walking into the market. She looks at everything with awe, all the ordinary stalls looking more magical to her than anything in her castle. As soon as she walks into the town square, she can hear whispers all around her.

Murmurs of "Is that Princess Asmaan?" and "No, it surely couldn't be!" float around her like dandelion seeds, drifting along the winds into every corner of the small village.

She pays them no mind, having become used to the constant whispering that follows her wherever she goes. Soon enough, that familiar scent of freshly baked pastries fills her senses. Not thinking about anything else, she follows the scent to a small building with a large oven right next to it. Her eyes are wide as she watches someone dive into the circular oven and pulls out a few scalding hot flatbreads. A look of awe and shock cross her face at the feat which, in her eyes, seemed incredible, but to you... it was just another day in the bakery.

A man walks past the counter, giving her a glance in her direction before stopping in his tracks. He looks absolutely shocked, but then smiles widely.

"Princess! It's such an honour to have you here- what brings you to our little part of town?" Your father asks in an excited tone, to which she returns the enthusiasm.

"I wanted to see how my people are doing, and I couldn't help but notice the smell of your wonderful goods! May I have two naans, please?" Her excitement is genuine, but it makes you sick.

"Of course! Y/n, bring two naans, the best of the batch!" Your father's booming voice is carried through the small building, making you roll your eyes.

"Coming..." you mumble, putting two flatbreads in a paper bag. As you walk up to the counter, you notice just who you're serving. A disgusted scowl appears on your face as you stride up to the clay table, slamming the bag onto it and glaring at her straight in the eyes. "That'll be 421." You grumble, your voice full of disdain. Your father looks at you with a shocked expression, as if to say "You dare tell the Princess to pay?!" but you remain stoic as you wait for her to reply.

"Oh... yes, of course!" She reaches into her purse and pulls out a few crisp bills, to which your father interjects.

"No, no, there's no need for that! You're the princess, after all, we should be glad just to be in your presence!" He waves his hands in front of his face, smiling nervously. You, on the other hand, snatch the bills from her hand and put them in the drawer under the counter.

"Have a nice day," You say in a monotone voice as a clear indicator for her to leave. She looks a bit taken aback but takes the hint regardless.

"Ah... you too!" She smiles brightly before turning on her heel and walking away. As she walks through the busy streets, her mind is focused on one thing; you. She's never seen someone look at her with such hatred... she's the princess, everybody loves her! Everybody except you. She found your annoyed behaviour to be quite intriguing, almost... alluring. "They're a very interesting person... i need to know more about them." She thinks as she takes a seat on a large rock in the town square, silently eating her food. She looks down at the golden brown bread, her eyes softening slightly. She takes one bite, then another, then another before realizing something. You were the person that made this. It was you who flattened it between your palms, you who sprinkled the sesame seeds on top, and you who dove into the oven to bake it. This seemingly ordinary pastry was now not ordinary at all; it was a piece of you. She smiles to herself as she eats in silence, the naan now tasting that much sweeter to her.

After another hour or so of walking through the crowded streets, she started to get bored. She walks back down the street in which your bakery resided, smirking as she went behind a few buildings and to the side of your bakery, watching with soft eyes as you move about the kitchen. You notice someone behind you, a pair of eyes staring and watching your every move. You take a deep breath, put the dough down, and turn around. You clearly don't expect to see her, causing a look of surprise to grow on your face, before quickly turning to frustration. She giggles at your expression, not saying a word.

"Why are you here?" You hiss out from behind clenched teeth.

She looks around innocently, playing with the end of her scarf. "I wanted to see how a bakery works." Her answer is truthful, but it only angers you more.

"Never seen a bakery before?" You scowl at her, going back to flipping the bread and stretching it out. "Spoiled, entitled little brat..." You mumble under your breath. "Probably never even seen someone making food since everything is done for you..."

She rests her head in her hands, leaning her elbows on the ledge of the open window as she gazes at you longingly. She stays quiet, thinking about what you just said, before speaking up. "Do you hate me?" Her question is simple in nature, but has a complicated meaning behind it. It could be a threat, a genuine question, or a test.

You've always been one to answer with your heart, so the answer comes to you naturally. "yes, I do. You're a selfish, spoiled little rat who's always had everything handed to you on a silver platter. You pretend to care about your people, but while we're all here living in literally dirt-poor conditions, you're sitting in your lavish castle without a care in the world. How could I not hate you?" You're practically seething at this point, but she doesn't care.

"You're right. I'm lucky. I could've been born into the same fate as you, working hard every day just to make ends meet. But I wasn't, and I'm so thankful for it." She sighs, standing up straight. "I'm sorry that wasn't the case for you." Her voice is slightly sad as she walks away, the cold night air enveloping her entire being. She gazes up at the large castle looming in the distance, a small frown appearing on her face. You were right, she had everything handed to her. whatever she wanted, she got. And she was going to make sure that included you as well.

iIt's late at night when she finally returns to the castle, rushing to her room with quiet feet so she doesn't wake up anyone. She opens the double doors to her bedroom and slowly walks inside. Lying down on her bed, her mind wanders to the conversation she just had.

"How could I not hate you...?" She repeats your line in a whisper, the soft moonlight cascading onto her. As she's lost in her thoughts, she stands up and walks to her closet. "How could I not hate you..." That single line plays in her mind on a loop as she grabs some dark pants and a black shirt with a matching scarf. "You've always had everything handed to you..." She mumbles as she pulls on the loose shirt. "Everything... but not you." Her voice is firm as she walks out, a stern glare in her brown eyes.

She silently opens her door and walks over to one of the many cleaning closets, sneaking inside and locking the door. As she waits for her eyes to adjust, she starts to think of a plan. Her eyes focus on a sheet of paper stuck to the back walls with a list of chemicals on them. She scans the paper before finding the one she needs. "Blue jug, Chloroform". She grabs a rag and the blue jug of chemicals as she plods through the room and to the door, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to disturb anyone. She sneaks down many flights of stairs while having to take breaks in between, her frail arms not being used to having to carry that much weight. When she finally reaches the entrance, she takes a deep breath and opens the door a crack, slipping through noiselessly. Walking past the castle gates and into the road behind the now silent town, she starts to wonder why she didn't just have one of her maids do it for her. She's about to return before your words come back to her in a wave. "You've always had everything handed to you... how could I not hate you..." Your words spur her on to continue with her plan, determined to prove you wrong. Perhaps if she did this on her own, you'd finally see her for who she is!

She sighs dreamily as she walks behind your bakery, peering inside the window to see if she could spot anyone. In the dusty glass window of the kitchen, she can see you sleeping at the kitchen counter. When she sees your calm resting face, she almost swoons. You've only ever looked at her with hatred, be it either to her face or up at her from the ground. Her resolve is now set, she had to change your mind.

She soaks the rag in the chemicals, wrapping her scarf around her face so she doesn't breathe it in. Her feet are quiet as she sneaks behind the counter and into the kitchen, the lack of doors making it so much easier for her to creep in. She stands directly next to your sleeping figure, a sad look crossing her face. "I'm sorry I had to do this..." She whispers before her gentle hands slowly place the rag over your nose and mouth.

A minute after she puts the rag on your face, you start to wake up. Your eyes grow wide as you realize what's happening, but with the scarf covering her face you can't see who's attacking you. You start to thrash and scream, but nobody can hear you because of the rag. She holds you down with a gentle touch so that you can't escape, and after a few more minutes, you're completely gone. She grins wildly when you stop struggling, your limp body a sign of her success. She pulls you out of the chair as carefully as she could, but she ended up dropping you because of how delicate her arms are. "You won't mind, will you, qaundom~?" She chuckles softly as she drags your limp body across the floor.

She drags you past the kitchen, the counter, and the side of the building until you're finally back behind the bakery. She takes the bottle of chemicals and ties the handle to her shirt so she doesn't have to carry them, dragging you along the grass and toward the castle. Eventually, she makes it to a door at the back of the castle, opens it, and throws you inside with all of her remaining strength, now completely winded from the trip. After taking a minute to recuperate, she takes your hand and hauls you into an empty cell that's been separated from all the others. She lays you down onto the thin mattress, dusts off her hands and looks at you lovingly.

"You were right, darling. When I want something, I get it." She walks out and closes the cell door softly so it doesn't make that much noise, the rattle of the chain lock echoing through the desolate dungeon.

"And absolutely nothing can stand in my way." Her eyes go cold for a split second as she stares at your lifeless form before turning on her heel and walking to the door.

"Don't hate me for this." With a slam of the iron door, she's gone, leaving only the faint scent of her perfume in her wake.

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[charlesslut16]

Liam lawson with "what do you want to do today?" "I just want to enjoy my lazy morning with you." Prompt? thank you!

-a day with you is like heaven-

summary : above the title

PAIRINGS : liam lawson x reader

WARNINGS : none

note : i hope that you like this...

december masterlist ; masterlist   

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The sunlight streamed through the open curtains, casting a warm glow across the bed as Liam Lawson, your boyfriend, lay on his side, his chest rising and falling gently with each breath.

His tousled hair was spilled across the pillow, and one strong arm was flung above his head, the other curled around me you in a lazy embrace.

It was a peaceful moment, and for once, you didn't want to rush it. You nestled closer to him, inhaling the familiar scent of his skin, and for a brief, blissful instant, you considered just lying here forever.

But Liam broke the peaceful silence, his voice husky with sleep. "What do you want to do today, my love?" he asked, his eyes still closed.

You smiled, nuzzling your face into his warm neck.

"I just want to enjoy my lazy morning with you," You replied, feeling the soft skin of his neck beneath your lips. "We could make breakfast in bed, maybe watch a movie, just… relax."

Liam hummed, his breath tickling your ear.

"Sounds perfect," he said, his hand sliding down your back to rest on your ass.

"But what about today's workout?" Liam asked a bit sadly, secretly hoping that you would say it would fall out today and you would just lay in bed.

You smiled into his neck. "We can always go for a walk instead," You suggested. "It's such a lovely day outside. We could go to the park, maybe sit by the lake and watch the ducks."

Liam chuckled, his lips brushing against yoir hair. "You're right," he said, his hand squeezing yur ass gently. "I could go for that. But first, breakfast in bed?"

You nodded against his neck, your stomach already growling in anticipation. "That sounds perfect." You stretched, yawning widely, and sat up, tossing the covers back.

"I'll make us some French toast while you get dressed."

Liam rolled onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you. His eyes were bright with amusement. "You sure you don't want to sleep in?" he asked, his voice teasing. "I could always get you breakfast in bed."

You laughed, shaking your head. "I'm already too hungry for that. But you could make it extra special by bringing the breakfast to me in bed." You smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly.

As you headed to the kitchen, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. It was days like this that made you realize how lucky you were to have Liam in your life.

He was not just your boyfriend; he was your best friend, your rock.

And even though you both didn't have anything fancy planned for the day, you knew that together you could find joy in the simplest of things.

You hummed along to the sound of the radio as you whisk together eggs and milk in a bowl. The smell of cinnamon and butter filled the air, mingling with the aroma of Liam's favorite coffee beans grinding in the coffeemaker.

It was the perfect combination, and you could almost taste the French toast already.

Liam emerged from the bedroom a few minutes later, wearing a pair of soft cotton pajama pants and no shirt. He padded over to you and and laid his arms around your waist, so he could watch you.

"You make the best French toast," he said happily, his eyes twinkling with amusement and contentment. "It's a good thing I'm not going for a run today."

You grinned at him over your shoulder. "Oh, really? And why is that?"

"Because I'd have to burn off all these extra calories I'm about to consume," he replied, reaching out to take the bowl of eggs from me. "In that case, I guess I'd better help you make this breakfast."

You worked side by side, your movements in sync as you sliced the bread, dipped it in the egg mixture, and fried it on the stove. The smell of cooking French toast filled the kitchen, and you could feel your stomach growling in anticipation.

You glanced over at Liam, admiring the way he moved, the way he could find humor in even the simplest of tasks. He truly was the perfect partner.

As the French toast began to brown and sizzle, you set the table with your favorite plates and silverware. Liam poured you each a cup of coffee, adding just the right amount of cream and sugar.

He then carried your plates over to the bed, climbing in beside you and setting the food down before you. "There you go," he said with a smile. "Breakfast in bed, just like you wanted."

You sank your teeth into a piece of French toast, savoring the sweetness of the bread and the cinnamon, the creaminess of the eggs and the tang of the butter.

"Mmm," you moaned, closing your eyes in pleasure. "This is perfect."

Liam laughed, taking a bite of his own French toast. "I'm glad you like it," he said, lying back against the pillows. "It's one of my favorite meals." He paused, watching xou over his coffee cup.

"You know, I've always wondered what it would be like to spend a whole day just doing nothing with you. No plans, no errands, no obligations. Just us, together."

His words made you feel warm inside. You set your fork down and reached out to take his hand, giving it a squeeze. "That sounds like heaven,"

You reply with contentment. "And honestly, I think it's about time we did that. We could start by making some plans for the next day off we have."

Liam grinned at you, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "You know what we should do?" he asked, sitting up a little so that he was facing you.

"We should go on a hike. It's been a while since we've been out in nature together."

You nodded in agreement, your heart fluttering at the thought of spending the day with Liam in such a peaceful setting. "That does sound lovely," You said, taking a sip of my coffee.

"And we could pack a picnic lunch to enjoy at the top of the trail."

Liam leaned in closer, his blue eyes searching mine. "Or we could just find a nice, secluded spot and enjoy our meal together, just like we used to do in college," he suggested, his voice low and husky.

A shiver ran down your spine at the memory of those happy and exiting days, and the way you both used to be so carefree and in so in love.

You couldn't help but smile at the thought of reliving those moments with him. "That sounds wonderful," You replied, your heart fluttering with anticipation.

"I can't wait to spend some quality time with you, just the two of us."

Liam reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "I feel like we've been so busy lately that we haven't had enough time to just be together," he said, his voice husky.

"But I promise you, from now on, I'm going to make sure we carve out some quality time for just the two of us."

As you finished your breakfast, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment washing over you. It was not often that you got to just be alone like this, and you were already looking forward to our hike and picnic the next day.

You decided to push aside any thoughts of your argument last night and instead focused on the present moment, enjoying the warmth of Liam's body next to yours and the peacefulness of your surroundings.

After you cleaned up, you took e a leisurely shower together, washing away the remnants of the day before. Liam was always so gentle with you, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

As you dried off, he slipped into a pair of comfortable shorts and a T-shirt, while you put on a sundress that you've had your eye on for a while.

You couldn't help but feel like you're getting back to the way things used to be between you.

You spent the rest of the afternoon lounging on the couch, watching movies and cuddling. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, and you found yourselves drawn to the balcony.

You stood together, hands entwined, watching the world go by below you. It was quiet and peaceful, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, for this man who had swept you off your feet and made you feel so alive.

As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, you decided to call it a night. Liam lead you to the bedroom, his movements slow and deliberate, like he was taking the time to savor every second you had together.

He turned down the bed, then pulled you close, kissing you softly on the lips. "Goodnight, beautiful," he whispered, before turning off the light and crawling into bed beside you.

You laid there in the darkness, feeling the warmth of his body next to yours. You couldn't help but wonder if we would ever find your way back to the love you once shared.

Maybe this trip you're on would help you find some clarity, some answers. You closed your eyes, listening to the rhythm of his breathing, and before you knew it, you were asleep.

[joohanisms]

xdh + soft intimacy 💭💫

i'm not god's strongest soldier. i need fluff too.

cw: disgustingly sweet fluff, suggestive for jungsu, junhan and jooyeon, biting in jooyeon's, 1 little gross comment in ode's.

gunil

soft slaps on the ass.

drying your hair for you <3333333

getting ready for bed together. just being side by side with him in parallel play fashion while you put on your skincare, brush your teeth, etc.

if he's done sooner than you are, his arms are around your waist and his chin is on your shoulder, just holding onto you while you finish getting ready to finally join him under the covers and cuddle until you fall asleep

wearing soft, comfy pyjamas to bed every night. he might have even got you a matching set :-( or maybe he bought a single set and gave you the shirt so you're literally wearing the same pyjamas :-(

likes to wear said shirt to bed when you're away </3

jungsu

taking showers together !!

it doesn't even have to go the sexual route (although sometimes it does), only washing up and helping each other with gentle touches is more than enough.

would know your favorite shower temperature by heart :-) my loveliest.

would take your shampoo and wash your hair soooo gently, massaging your scalp .. if you have any tangles, he'll take the conditioner and slowly go through them.

but as much as he loves taking care of you, he loves being taken care of.

wash his hair with the fancy hair treatment shampoo, massage his scalp, make sure none of the suds fall too close to his eyes. he melts every time.

when it comes to washing your bodies, this is where the danger is at. sometimes you'll get too touchy for it to be .. sfw .. but! most of the time it's just soooooo tender.

body wash suds everywhere, hands everywhere, the occasional tickle and/or pinch..

also, if he was alone and he missed you for whatever reason, he'd steal your body wash so he can try and curb the longing :-( it never worked.

jiseok

looklooklook. sciency booky boy. if you're in uni he's coming with you to wherever you go to study.

he knows practicing guitar might make you lose your focus, so he likes to read or look into science thingies!!

baby likes being close to you and no matter how different your lifestyles might be, he likes to be included :-)

won't let you overwork yourself though.

if you're in public, he'll gently pull you out of your bubble and suggest you go eat something, take a walk, whatever.

though if you're home, he can be more affectionate. he'll come behind you and massage your scalp, run his hands along your body and go baby, let's rest a little, yeah? i have snacks ready for you!!!

if you end up dozing off beside him on the couch he'll nearly pull a muscle trying to get a blanket without waking you up. you wake up because of the jostling and he's actually a little relieved tbh.

will go c'mon, let's nap in a bed. we don't want your neck to be stiff in class tomorrow :-(

seungmin

i'm so sorry to say this. if you have acne he Will go can i pop it pwease... idk if this is a common couple practice throughout the world but it is where i live . peak levels of intimacy = popping your partner's pimples for the oddly satisfying vibe

loves online shopping with you!!!

you would sit together with a laptop on your laps and go babeee you'd look so good in this !!!!

cocky little bastard he is, he might go you should see me/yourself without it ;-) the only way to make him stop talking or smiling like a fool is to kiss him.

then you often end up saving money because you simply forgot about shopping lmaooo

on a softer note, you'd would window shop through the internet, falling into rabbit holes. when you realise, you're looking into real state in minnesota or baby shoes.

even though those seem funny and really far away, your hearts grow a little warmer <3

hyeongjun

idk personally i love i adore boys that are not afraid to be vulnerable.

okay, when the pair of you were still too fresh, too shaky, jun would be more reserved and think he'd be bothering you.

when the relationship gets established/stable though, he would get clingier, softer, coming to you with his worries, leaving you to pet his hair and reassure him :-(

when taking a nap he'll cuddle up to you, head under your chin and making himself as small as possible, and it's so endearing to see your lanky boyfie trying to be tiny so he can be babied and cooed at .. little does he know you'd do that to him even if he was 3m tall.

now, sex wise: when he feels vulnerable and in need of affection, he might go 🥺 could you. uh. lead tonight 🥺 and he'd be theeeee softest warmest loveliest little sub

jooyeon

holding your titties non sexually when you are alone.

cuddling? boob in hand. napping? head on boob. stressed? free stressball.

they're just really warm and soft :-(

omnomnomnom his love language is biting.

will lovingly bite any body part in reach of his mouth. nips at your neck just to watch goosebumps rise in your arms.

might've bitten you too hard once .. was So apologetic, he never wanted to hurt you :-(

but when the bite would bruise eventually, he would like it a little too much. he won't open this can of worms right now though

[queerfortress2]

Hope your day is lovely so far 💕 I was wondering if I could request headcanons, perhaps, the Support Class (or just Sniper and Spy) getting into a heated argument with reader? Like, how they handle it, who apologizes first, how it would play out, yk?

I'm such a sucker for tear-jerking angst to cheesey comfort, it isn't even funny. Your writing is so good, love all of it so far! ❤

aww hell im a sucker for that type of stuff too, its just too fun to write — mod engie

GN!READER X SUPPORT CLASSES ; ARGUMENT

MEDIC

i think it’s not as hard to get into an argument with this man, he always wants to be right, it’s kinda hard to disagree without arguing for at least 10 minutes with this man

he’s just that stubborn!

however fights usually end quickly, he’s a lot more logic-based in argument and not so much focused on the emotional aspect of it, so once he can’t find anything else to say, he will simply end the argument, concluding it all fancy-like

One day both you two had gotten into an argument, Medic had been staying in work later and later as the days progressed and as a loving partner you of course got concerned with it! as much as you two argue over stupid little things and get over it, you couldn’t just get brushed off over something like this, so you continued pressing "And who cares? Work is important, more important than you seem to understand, I can’t just quit halfway—" His hands gestured as he spoke, he accent getting thicker as he seemed to stress more on the argument, he wanted to end it quickly, as he usually does. "Aren’t I important too? You can’t keep ignoring it— You’re barely home! I deserve to know a little bit too!" Now that was a decent point, pulling at heart strings but, Medic wasn’t an emotional person. "And so? My work is none of your business! If anything at all— Who are you to question it! You don’t understand any—"

medic wasn’t an emotional person but it was clear he could understand your worry and how emotion seemed to cloud your vision, while he thinks he’s perfectly in the right (which he usually isn’t), he understands you can get hurt. Which is why he silenced himself upon seeing your upset expression, however it’d been too late, you’ve already decided to leave the room.

he just gave you time. if he did come after you immediately it would only rekindle the argument and made it worse— he realises this, and so he only leaves you alone.

depending on where this is, will be how long he waits. if you’re a fellow mercenary he just decides to catch you the next morning, if you’re not, then he will usually give you 10 minutes before searching for you and trying to "apologise".

going to be completely honest, he also just isn't the man to apologise... he would either (depending on the context) tell you you're wrong but he forgives you for it, or shy away from admitting defeat and just comforting you instead, saying he didn't mean whatever harsh words slipped his mouth at the time

medic lovers.. this yo man?

SNIPER

he is a lot calmer about it, and probably gives the best apologies out of the three

he can easily realise if hes wrong and unlike medic, his ego isn't that far inflated to where he can't man up and apologise to you.

fights probably don't last long with him, i would imagine him to be the one who avoids it, and if it does come up, it has to be something hes extremely passionate about for him to seriously argue with you, otherwise its just fun and games, bickering over something stupid.

assuming you were a mercenary, maybe after a battle if you were extremely reckless and he saw through his lovely ol' scope, he would confront you after. not in public of course, but somewhere like your own quarters or his van.

"Now—" He held the bridge of his nose, have you seated in front of him. His free hand on his hip, gripping his side as he tried not to seem to angry with you. "Do you know what coulda happened to ya' out there? Bloody hell— You coulda been blown to pieces!" It was clear you didn't mean to, but he still wanted you to be safe, even with the respawn, it hurt to see you die in so many ways. He didn't want to witness it over at over again. At least you didn't have to see how many spies got him, or how the enemy sniper caught him out of his element. "Cmon! Look at y'self, so what if you were barely scathed, I still had m'self on end! Quit thinkin' about only yourself for once in a damn while!" Now he wasn't quite sure how harsh it looked to you, borderline yelling at you for what you thought was good fun, but once you stubbornly stood up and beelined for the door, he realised he was still a bit in the wrong there. Gently grabbing your arm, his frown softened from one that was of anger to one of pity.

he apologised upfront, he was quick to fix himself, and he only expects the same from you whenever you upset him. its just how healthy relationships go, no matter how cooped up he is, he was still raised right enough to understand what is morally right. hes professional, and professionalism contains being polite don't it?

im a little bias i love myself some sniper

SPY

don't even

like genuinely dont start arguing with this guy i dont think he would even apologise

like you would have to ask for one to get one outta him

mostly because he always thinks hes correct, even its so clear that hes not, he has a reputation to keep! so he more often than not refuses to accept the fact hes incorrect, and stubbornly keeps his opinion

so in the situation where he would argue with you, he would never accept he was in the wrong even if you were bawling at him. ...but he would comfort you, hes not that bad of a partner.

he would ease the conversation away from the argument and focus more on your tears, saying something along the lines of 'oh dont waste your beautiful tears on something like this, mon trésor.' or 'ah.. n'inquiète pas ta jolie petite tête pour ça, mon amour'

honestly hes trying to sway you away from being mad at him, even if he wants to be right, he still is very much your lover and wants to keep it that way. you being mad at him almost makes him feel bad enough to apologise

almost

after each argument i believe he would coax you into getting in bed with him and just relaxing together, sleeping away whatever ails you.

going to be honest i don't know what else to write for spy, he just isn't the type to apologise to you after an argument, hes SOOO stuck up. also my formatting broke three times while writing this so if you see a mistake, no you dont.

[in-my-feels-probably]

sarah cameron x fem!reader where reader is a pogue but works as a waitress in a fancy restaurant that sarah dines at and she develops a crush on the reader before becoming a pogue

Midsummer Shenanigans

Request: sarah cameron x fem!reader where reader is a pogue but works as a waitress in a fancy restaurant that sarah dines at and she develops a crush on the reader before becoming a pogue

Hi! This is my first time writing for Sarah. Bear with me, I'm still getting used to writing her character, so I wouldn’t say this is my best work. But this request is cute, so I had to write it. I hope you enjoy it!

(Warnings: swearing, vague mention of jj’s abuse, suggestive content, let me know if i missed anything)

—

You were laying on a towel, one arm covering your eyes, the other laying in the sand. You could have laid there all day, if your alarm hadn’t gone off just as you had gotten comfortable. You reached for your phone, silencing it. 

You sat up on your elbows, looking around at your friends. “JJ, I will pay you to go kill my manager so I don’t have to go into work today.” 

JJ sat up as well, squinting at the sun in his eyes. “How much?”

“Hmm, like….twenty bucks?” 

He let out a laugh, laying back down in the sand. “No deal, dude. No deal.” 

You groaned, finally getting up and brushing the sand off your clothes. “John B, will you give me a ride to work? Please?”

He looked up at you and shook his head, before placing his hat over his face. You whined, bending down to knock it off. He looked up at you again, far more annoyed this time. 

“Please? You have to go to work, too. Come on, it’s literally on your way, and otherwise I’ll be biking there. I’ll give you twenty bucks.”

“Those were my twenty bucks!” JJ said, sitting up.

You placed a hand on his shoulder, pushing him back down. “Not anymore. You won’t kill my boss for me. It’s John B’s now.”

“Fine,” John B groaned, reaching for your hand. “Help me up.”

“Thank you,” you sighed in relief, hoisting him up. “Bye, guys.”

You got a series of waves and goodbyes, before you turned to walk back up the beach. You loaded up into the Twinkie, and John B swung you by your house so you could quickly change into your uniform, before taking you to work. 

You groaned as he parked, and he sighed, looking out at the Marina. You worked at the nice restaurant at the country club by the Marina, and John B worked on the boats there. 

Neither of you wanted to work today, and it took everything in you to pull yourself out of his van. 

You trudged into work, clocking in. You had barely even put your things down and put on your apron when the hostess came into the back of the kitchen. 

“Hey Y/N, you’ve just been sat. Table 28, two top.”

You sighed and nodded. “Thanks, I’ll be right out.”

You grabbed a pad and paper, tucking it into your apron. You filled two glasses with ice water, placing them on a tray before leaving the kitchen and going to the table. You balanced the tray on one hand, setting the glasses down with the other. 

“Hello, my name is Y/N, I’ll be your server today. Can I get you started with anything else to drink?”

“Hey, Y/N,” you heard, and you looked up to see none other than Sarah Cameron, and her sister. 

You had known Sarah your whole life. Sarah Cameron, Kook Princess. You were friends when you were younger, always seeing each other at the beach or the Boneyard. But as you got older, you grew apart. You fell in with the Pogues, and she fell in with the Kooks. 

It didn’t bother you, not really. 

You had always known you weren’t the same type of person, and you knew she wasn’t going to be your friend forever. But you couldn’t help but feel jealousy when you looked at her. She had enough money to do whatever she wanted. She didn’t have to work for her money, or apply for shitty jobs if she wanted to be able to buy the things she wanted. She was going to get into any college she wanted, and be able to go wherever she wanted. It just wasn’t fair. 

What you didn’t know was that she felt the same jealousy as you. For different reasons, of course. 

She had money, yes. But you had family. You belonged somewhere, you had friends who would take a bullet for you if need be. You chose your family, you made your own way. All the money in the world couldn’t buy that kind of love. She’d do anything to have people in her life like that. 

“Hey, Sarah,” you finally said, giving her a small smile. “Hey, Wheezie. Girls day?”

“Sarah promised to go to our Dad’s Midsummer party this weekend, and she needed a new dress. We went shopping so I could help her pick one.”

“Sounds like fun,” you grinned. “I think Kiara is going, her parents are making her. Pope’s Dad is catering, and I’m on staff as a waitress. So, I guess I’ll see you there.”

Sarah tried her best to hide her smile at your words, changing the subject. “What time do you get off? May we could hang out?”

“Uh…,” you hummed, raising a brow at her question. “Yeah, yeah sure. I get off at eight. Is that alright?” 

Sarah nodded. “Yeah, I’ll be back to come get you if that’s cool?”

“Yeah, that’s good,” you nodded, pulling out your pen and pad. “Until then, what can I get started for you?”

—

You had texted John B right after Sarah and Wheezie left, letting him know that you didn’t need him to drop you off at home. He had lots of questions, and you promised to explain it all to him later. 

You thought about your interaction with Sarah for the rest of your shift. 

She had left you quite the tip, and gave you a shy smile when she left, which was very unlike her. You hadn’t known her to be shy around anyone, let alone you. You couldn’t quite tell what it was that was making her act different. 

At the end of your shift, you clocked out, taking a step outside. Sarah was sitting on the hood of her car, parked in the lot just outside the back door. 

She straightened up as she saw you, swinging her legs out in front of her. “Hey.”

“Hey. Have you been waiting long?”

She shook her head. “A few minutes, don’t worry about it.” 

You awkwardly approached, leaning against the hood of her car. “I’m sorry to ask, but you’re driving me home, right? Because I told John B he could go home, and he’s definitely not gonna come back and get me.”

“Yeah, I’ll take you home,” she chuckled, jumping down from the hood. “Do you still live in the same place?”

You nodded, and she unlocked her car, motioning for you to climb in. You tried to ignore how weird it was that you were climbing into Sarah Cameron’s car, settling yourself in the passenger seat. 

She pulled out of the parking lot and drove slowly to give herself more time. Not that she had to, your house was miles away on the other side of the island away from the Marina. 

You sat in awkward silence, before she finally broke it. 

“Have a good shift?”

“You tipped the best,” you laughed, smiling over at her. “You’d be surprised how cheap the Kooks can be.”

“Damn, I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine,” you said, leaning back into your seat. “So, what’s up? How have you been? It’s been a while.”

“Yeah…sorry about that,” Sarah said, giving you a guilty look out of the corner of her eye. You didn’t acknowledge it. 

“I know you’re busy, don’t worry about it. Excited for your Dad’s thing this weekend?”

“Not even a little bit,” she sighed, taking a right down a side street. 

You furrowed your brows, looking around. “Uh, I think you went the wrong way. You should have gone left back there.”

“I know where you live, Y/N. We’re taking the long way.”

“Why?”

She shrugged her shoulders, turning the radio down so she could hear you clearer. “I don’t want to go home just yet.”

“Alright,” you nodded, changing the subject. “How was your day?”

“It was alright, I guess. Took Wheezie to the mainland, got a new dress. Haven’t done much, honestly. What about you, how was your day?”

You smiled at the thought of your day, at least before you had to go to work. It was peaceful, and you were with friends. 

“My day was good. I went to the beach with a few friends. Did lose twenty bucks, though. I made John B drive me and had to pay the price. I tried to get JJ to take out my boss for me so I wouldn’t have to go to work, but he wouldn’t go for it.”

Sarah let out a laugh, smiling wide. “The restaurant sucks, then?”

“Easily the worst job I’ve ever had. Beats working on the boats though, and sometimes it’s good money. Plus I eat dinner for free, so I can’t complain about that.”

Sarah nodded, turning down your street. “Any plans for college?”

“Not even a little bit,” you scoffed, grinning over at her. “I’m going day by day at this point. What about you?”

Her voice was quieter when she answered you, making you turn to face her. “My Dad wants me to go where he did, it’s like a tradition in the family. I’m not sure, though. It’s not really for me.”

“That’s alright. You’ve got plenty of time to figure it out. And you don’t have to follow what your Dad did. It’s your life, not his.”

“Yeah, well he’s the one paying for it. So it kinda is his,” she said, pulling up to the outside of your house. 

As she turned the car off, you turned to her, giving her a sympathetic smile. 

“It may be his money, but it is your life. Don’t do anything to make someone else happy. If you’re not comfortable with it, don’t do it. There’s nothing wrong with doing something different than your family does.”

Sarah sighed, leaning back in her seat. “My Dad expects so much out of me. He thinks Rafe has wasted his opportunities, and wants me to be smarter than that.”

“I’m glad I’m not a Kook,” you laughed, breaking the tension enough to get her to smile. “Seems like a lot of pressure, having all that money and not knowing what to do with it. I may be broke, but it’s simple. I like simple.” 

“Me too,” she agreed. She turned away from you, fiddling with her hands in her lap. 

You cleared your throat, reaching for the door handle. “Thanks for driving me. See you this weekend? I’ll be in my uniform, easy to spot.”

Sarah smiled, nodding. “I’ll see you then.”

—

That night, John B and JJ stopped by your house. You climbed into the Twinkie, sitting it in while parked in your driveway. 

JJ was sitting across from you while giving you a surprised look. “Sarah Cameron? Like, Kook Princess Sarah Cameron?” 

“I know, it was insane,” you said, looking between John B and JJ as they stared at you in disbelief. “She drove me home. I haven’t spoken to her in over a year, and she offered to drive me home.”

John B scoffed, a grin on his face. “And I thought hidden treasure was the craziest thing that was gonna happen to us this week.”

“Is she still a bitch?” JJ asked, making you shove his shoulder. 

“Stop it,” you glared. “She’s only a bitch to you because you give her a reason to be. She was really different from what I remember her being.”

“Does she know she’s sitting on a goldmine?” John B asked. 

You nearly rolled your eyes at his question. “Do you really think that if Ward Cameron knew there was gold on the island, he’d just let it sit there?”

“I still think that’s where the gold is. I don’t know where else it would be. It’s not on the wreck, so it’s on the island. Do you think you could get her to give you a map of Tannyhill?”

“Yeah, John B,” JJ scoffed, clapping his hand on John B’s shoulder. “Sarah is totally gonna give Y/N a map of her property without any explanation. Good thinking, man.”

“At least I’m coming up with ideas.”

“Because your ideas have worked so well so fa—“

“Stop it!” You scolded them, interrupting their bickering. “Neither of you are helping. I’m having a crisis, here! Are either of you gonna help me out, or should I just go back inside?”

John B clapped his hands together, turning to you. “If I’m right, we need that map. You need to ask Sarah about it next time you see her. Tell her it’s for a research project or something.”

“I’m helping Pope with Midsummers this weekend. I could ask her for it then?”

JJ nodded in agreement, but looked unsure. “Don’t you think she’ll ask questions? We’re not telling her about the gold, she’ll just tell Ward.”

You shook your head, disagreeing. 

“I don’t think so. She was talking about him earlier like they don’t see eye to eye on most things. I don’t think she cares about money like he does. If she asks questions, I think I should answer some of them.”

“No way,” JJ retorted, looking at you with wide eyes. “I don’t trust her. You see who she hangs out with, I’m not losing our chance at getting the gold to a bunch of fucking Kooks.”

“No offense JJ, but you’re not the one who looked through those archives with me. I trust Y/N. I think we should let her tell Sarah whatever she thinks is necessary.”

JJ groaned, looking between the two of you. Knowing it was a losing battle, he sighed, relenting. 

“Fine. But if she fucks this up for us, you two get to be the ones to tell Kie and Pope why they’ll be broke for the rest of their lives.”

You laughed, grinning. “Deal.”

—

The next morning, you clocked into work for the opening shift. 

It would be a quick shift, much shorter than your one the previous evening, and you were excited to get it over with. It was your last shift of the week, and you weren’t scheduled again until Midsummers.

You only had an hour left in your shift, when the hostess came back into the kitchen while you were talking to the chef. 

“Someone asked for you by name, Y/N. One top, table 17.”

You nodded, grabbing everything you needed and going to the table. You stopped in your tracks when you saw Sarah, sitting alone on her phone. You cleared your throat as you approached, setting down a glass. 

“You’re back. The food is not that good here, I think you’re getting ripped off.”

Sarah smiled, giving you a sheepish look. “I knew you were working today, figured I’d come say hello.”

“Were you in the neighborhood?” 

She shook her head, tapping her fingers on the table. You nodded, grinning when you could see a slight flush creep up onto her cheeks.

“I could just give you my number, you know. You don’t have to drive all the way over here to say hello.”

“Well, I wanted to see you, too,” she said, making you raise a brow. “Are you busy today? After work, I mean.”

“I’m going to Pope’s later to help him and his Dad make sure everything is ready for tomorrow. But that’s not till later. Why?”

She was the most shy you had ever seen her, nearly stuttering with her reply. “Uh…would you maybe wanna hang out again? Like actually, this time.”

You remembered the map of Tannyhill you needed, deciding it was best to say yes. And, you were fascinated as to why Sarah was suddenly interested in you again after all this time. It was better to kill two birds with one stone.

“Sure, I’m off in an hour. What do you wanna do?”

She smiled, shrugging. “I didn’t really think that far. Boat? Beach?”

“Anywhere your friends aren’t,” you grinned, only half joking. Sarah playfully smacked your arm, though she was laughing, too.

“I’m with you on that one.”

“Trouble in paradise?” You asked, leaning onto the table. “Haven’t seen you with Topper or anyone in a while.”

“Yeah, we aren’t really talking right now. I’m not talking to any of them, really.”

You raised a brow. “No? Why’s that?”

“I’ll tell you when your shift is over,” she grinned, shooing you away from the table. 

—

You settled on the beach, swinging by Sarah’s house first so she could grab things to bring. You awkwardly stepped into her house, having not been there since you were a kid when she had a birthday party.

It was just as lavish as you remembered it. 

“I forgot you live in a castle,” you said, climbing the stairs to her room. 

“You may address me as Your Highness.”

You dramatically bowed, motioning for her to walk in front of you. She curtsied, continuing to her room. As you passed by a few doors, Rafe stepped out of his room. 

“What do we have here? Y/N! Where are the rest of your bum friends?”

You groaned, turning around to face him. “Clearly not wanting to be caught within a mile of you, Rafe.”

He chuckled, standing close enough that he towered over you. “I’d check her pockets before you leave, Sarah. Who knows what she might try and steal?”

“Piss off, Rafe,” you said, not backing down. He grinned wider, happy to have gotten a reaction out of you. He held his hands up in surrender, backing into his room. 

“Nice to see you, Y/N. I’ll make sure to grab a drink off you at Midsummers, alright?”

Sarah grabbed your wrist, tugging you along with her. “Leave her alone, Rafe. Go bother someone else.”

“It’s fine,” you muttered, following her into her room. “He doesn’t bother me.”

“He still shouldn’t talk to you like that.”

You shrugged, watching as she packed a bag for the beach. “I’m used to it, I don’t care. I’m happy with who I am. Me and my bum friends.”

Sarah chuckled, shuffling around her room as she grabbed her things. “I like your bum friends.”

“Even JJ?”

“Even JJ…sometimes.”

—

You set up an area in the sand, collapsing with a dramatic sigh onto your towel. “It’s so fucking hot.”

“You’re the one who decided on the beach,” she grinned, settling herself next to you as she took off her shirt. 

You took in her appearance, smiling when she looked over at you with a shy smile. 

“What?”

“Nothing,” you said, shaking your head. She pressed you further, turning over onto her stomach as she spoke. 

“Oh, come on. You’re staring at me, so spill. What’s up?”

You smiled, relenting. “You just look really pretty. You are really pretty, but you don’t need me to tell you that.”

She flushed, tucking her face into her arm as she turned her head away from you. You laughed, leaning back to settle on your elbows as you looked over at her. 

“What’s that reaction? Are you telling me Topper doesn’t tell you you’re pretty?”

“He does,” she mumbled, laying her cheek on her forearm. “But not like you do. He normally says it when he wants something.”

“You’re beautiful, Sarah,” you frowned, fully laying back and rolling over so your face was parallel with hers. “Fuck him.”

Sarah let out a laugh, making you smile.

“So, are you gonna tell me what’s going on with you and your friends? I haven’t seen you with them when they come into the restaurant.”

She sighed, moving to sit up. It took her a while to speak. “They’re just…not nice.”

You burst out laughing, sitting up with her. “Well I could have told you that.”

“I’m serious,” she giggled. “I know they’re shit to you and your friends, but they’re not always like that. At least that’s what I used to think. I’m not so sure anymore.”

“Do you have anyone close to talk to?”

She shrugged. “Wheezie.”

“You need more than your little sister, Sarah. They can’t all be assholes, there’s gotta be someone, right?”

“That’s easy for you to say. All your friends are nice. I think JJ would literally take a bullet for you.”

“He probably would,” you smiled, nodding. “He’s an idiot. But I love them to death, I’d do the same for any one of them.” 

“I want that,” she murmured. 

You sighed, watching her frown. You didn’t know why, but you hated seeing her upset. You hadn’t talked to her in ages, and yet you cared enough to want to make her smile. 

“Your friends are assholes, you’re right about that. We’ll just have to get you some new ones.”

“Like who…you? Your friends? I'd be lucky to have you, there’s no way the rest of them would be game.”

“I don’t know about that,” you shrugged. “I talked to John B and JJ last night. They were surprised we talked, but didn’t seem too shocked by the idea.” 

“Oh, god. What did you tell them about me?”

“Just that you were different than I remembered,” you said, smiling when she gave you an insecure look. “A good different.”

“Are they alright with me hanging out with you?”

You grinned. “It’s not really their choice, is it? I’m a big girl, they can trust me to make semi-decent decisions for myself.”

She nodded, fiddling with her hands in her lap. “Do you think they’d ever let me hang out? Like with the group?”

“I think I could convince them, yeah. They’re stubborn, but I tend to get my way. At least with the boys, they know the girls are using their heads a little more. Kiara would be the hardest. But she loves me, I’m sure I could convince her, too.”

“They sound really nice. Kinda wish I went your way instead of my way in school.”

“I think you still could,” you offered, making her raise a brow. 

“Why?”

This was it.

This was your moment. The gold was on the line, and you needed the help. The Pogues couldn’t do it alone, and Sarah could be really helpful. If she could get a map of Tannyhill, that could solidify your chance at getting the gold. 

Maybe to go full Kook, you needed the Kook Princess. 

“Alright, I’m gonna tell you something. But you have to promise not to tell anyone, and I’m so serious about that. Not Topper, or your friends, or your family. Not your Dad. Especially not your Dad.”

She looked at you through furrowed brows and narrowed eyes. “What, did y’all kill someone or something? Rob a bank?”

“It’s better than robbing a bank.”

You took a breath, telling her the full story. From John B’s dad, to the wreck, to the Royal Merchant. Everything that had happened to you and the Pogue’s in the last few days, you told her. 

“And if you tell anyone, JJ is gonna kill me. Please don’t tell anyone.”

She shook her head, looking at you in disbelief. “I don’t think anyone would believe me if I told them anyway. You really think there’s gold on the island?”

“I don’t think it, I know it,” you said confidently. “And John B thinks it’s on Tannyhill. Do you think you could get a map of Tannyhill? Like a blueprint of its original construction?”

“My Dad has a ton of stuff in his office about Tannyhill. He probably has one.”

“Do you think you could find it by Midsummers? Your Dad will be distracted, you could sneak in. We just need a photo of it, you don’t even have to take it.”

Sarah nodded, and you felt like you could throw up from excitement. “Yeah, I think I could get it. I’ll text you when I find it.”

You stood up, offering your hands to her so you could pull her up, too. 

“Are you serious? Oh my god, is this actually going to work?”

“Hold on,” she said, stopping you from celebrating too much. “You’re not gonna ditch me after I find it, right? I know I don’t need the gold, but you’re not all gonna just leave me alone and go off with the map, right?”

You threw your arms around her neck as you laughed, and she let out a sound of surprise, letting her arms settle around your waist. 

“Sarah, if you’re the reason we find the gold, they’ll love you forever. Of course you’re coming with us. I’ll keep everyone in line.”

She nodded into your shoulder, letting out a sigh of relief. “Good.”

—

The next day came, and Midsummers had finally arrived. 

John B, called you that afternoon, letting you know that JJ had been bailed out of jail. Apparently during your last few shifts at work, your friends had failed to fill you in on the fact that your best friend had actually landed himself in jail. 

You made a mental note to find him later, wanting to make sure he was alright.

You arrived just as the party was starting, in your fanciest uniform. You helped Pope and his Dad unload their truck, before moving to the bar. You were waitressing for the night, taking drink orders and walking around with trays of champagne. 

When Kiara showed up, you rushed over to her. “Thank god. If I hear one more Kook bark an order at me, I’m gonna lose my mind. Quick, pretend like you’re asking me for a drink.”

“Actually, I could use one,” she grinned. 

“Shut up,” you said, shoving her shoulder as you walked back to the bar. “You look really nice, by the way!”

You mostly stuck around Pope most of the night, ferrying drinks back and forth. When the Cameron’s showed up, you nearly dropped your tray at the sight of Sarah. 

“There’s no way I just watched you stumble over Sarah Cameron,” Pope teased, steadying your tray for you. 

“Shut up, Pope. I saw you making eyes at Kie earlier. At least I’m not macking on another Pogue.”

“Alright, touché. You got me there,” Pope grinned, raising his hands in surrender, before his smile fell. “Uh, a bit of a situation going on over there.”

You turned to look at where he was pointing, finding Topper holding onto Sarah’s wrist. You narrowed your eyes, and Pope chuckled while he watched you grip your tray. Topper led her to the porch on the side of the house, and you couldn’t stop yourself from moving. 

As you approached, you could hear him interrogating her. You bit your tongue, clearing your throat. 

“Anyone want a drink?”

They both turned at the sound of your voice, and Sarah smiled as she recognized you. 

“No, we’re good—“

“Yes! I’ll take one,” Sarah said, gladly accepting a drink from your tray. “Do me a favor and hide me while I drink this, I don’t want my Dad to see.”

You nodded, and she moved to stand between you and the porch column. As she sucked her drink down, you smirked over at Topper, who didn’t look the slightest bit pleased. 

“Topper.”

“Y/N.”

“Having fun?” You asked, taking a step back closer to Sarah. 

He rolled his eyes, moving to head back over to his friends. “I was until now. I’ll catch you later, Sarah.”

She gave him a thumbs up, nodding while she finished off her glass. The second he was out of earshot, you burst out laughing, taking her empty glass. 

“Thank you,” she sighed in relief. 

“He really is a dick, huh?” 

She nodded, not denying it. You lowered your voice, leaning in. “You look stunning, if that wasn’t obvious.”

Sarah blushed, slightly fidgeting, which only made you smile wider. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome. Did you find the map?”

“My Dad caught me in his office before I could take a photo of it. But I know where it is.”

You nearly squealed with excitement, wishing you could hug her. If only you weren’t holding the tray. 

“You’re the best, holy shit! Alright, let’s just play it cool tonight. John B and JJ are on their way, they’re my ride out of here. I’ll let you know what’s going on later, alright? Go, have fun. Come get me if Topper is being an asshole, I’ll handle him…or I’ll get him really drunk, either option works for me. See you soon?”

She nodded, smiling, and you turned to head back to the bar. You dropped off your empty glasses, scanning the crowd for Kiara. Suddenly, JJ walked past you in a waiter's uniform, a tray in his hands. 

You scurried after him, snatching the tray from his grip. “JJ? What the fuck are you doing?”

“Being your backup,” he smiled, pointing between your two uniforms. “We’re matching.”

You scanned his face as you took in the new bruises and cuts, feeling a pit settle in your stomach. He must have realized what was going on in your mind, shrugging his shoulders. 

“Don’t worry about it. I’m alright.”

You threw your arms around his shoulders, squeezing him tight to you. He smiled into your shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist, gently rocking you back and forth. 

“I’m so glad you’re alright,” you said, pulling back to shove his shoulder. “Don’t you ever get arrested without me again. I’ll kick your ass, I swear to god.”

He let out a chuckle, bringing his hand up to salute you. “Yes ma’am. Now, what do you need me for?”

“Just stay out of trouble. Find everyone. Tell Pope and Kie we’re back in the G-game.”

His eyes widened as he looked at you, speaking in a hushed whisper. “You got the map?”

“No, but Sarah knows where it is….also, I may have told her more than I should have.”

“Y/N!”

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, shrugging your shoulders. “I couldn’t help it. She’s very pursuasive.”

JJ raised a brow, smirking as you felt the heat creep up to your cheeks. “Y/N? Are you going soft for Sarah Cameron?”

“JJ, shut up. I’m not doing this with you right now.”

“Well, you’ve got good taste, I’ll give you that. At least you have one thing going for you.”

You rolled your eyes, groaning. “I promise to give you all the details later, just trust me right now. Tell everyone what’s going on, and let’s get out of here as soon as we can.”

“What about Sarah?” 

You sighed in frustration, shaking your head. “I don’t know, I haven’t thought that far ahead. Leave her to me, just tell everyone else to be ready.”

“If she fucks this up for us—”

“She won’t! At least, I think she won’t. Tell you what. If she does, I’ll fork over that twenty bucks. But if you trust me on this, I think we’ll be getting a lot more than that. Alright?”

He nodded, relenting. “Alright. I’m trusting you on this. I’ve got them, you’ve got her. Go, meet me back out here in a few.”

—

In just a few minutes, JJ had managed to cause a scene. It couldn’t have even been five minutes since you had left to look for Sarah, before he was running out the door with security on his tail. 

Kiara tried to stand up for him, telling security that he was invited, but they wouldn’t let him go. 

JJ shoved the guard off of him, headed towards the boat. “Mandatory power hour at Rixton’s, Kie. Pope, you as well, all right? Rixton’s Cove. Let’s roll.”

He scanned the crowd for you, grinning when he landed on your less than amused face. “Y/N! Decision time, baby. Let’s go!”

“Shit,” you muttered, dropping your tray as you started running through the crowd. “Alright, fuck it!”

It was chaos. 

John B and JJ running one way, Kiara following after them. Pope followed shortly after, and you moved to follow them, shrugging your way through the sea of people. Just as you almost broke through the crowd, Sarah stepped into your path. 

It was a split second decision, and you had no time left to decide whether you were making a mistake or not. You grabbed her hand, intertwining your fingers with hers. 

“I want you to come with me.” 

“What?” 

You squeezed her hand, tugging her closer. “Come with me. We’re getting this gold, and I want you to do it with us. Fuck your friends, fuck your family, just come with us. We can figure the rest of it out later.”

You tried to tug her with you, but she held her ground. 

You looked between her and your friends who were waiting for you, all of whom were looking at you like a deer caught in headlights. 

Except for JJ…he was whooping like a maniac, cheering you on.

“We?” She asked, looking at you with wide eyes. “There’s a we?”

You smiled, feeling your heart warm at her hopeful tone. You nodded, running your thumb along the back of her hand. 

“There is if you want there to be…and I want there to be.”

She smiled, squeezing your hand tight. “Are we doing this?”

You turned to your friends, who were waiting for you with an expectant look. As security closed in on you, you yelled out to them. 

“What do you guys think? Do we need a Kook? I think we need a Kook.”

JJ grinned, motioning for you to follow. “Executive decision, I’m calling it! There’s too many Pogues here. We need a Kook!”

You grinned, tugging Sarah with you. You laughed as she tried to run in her heels, and you tried your best to hold her steady as you took off after your friends. 

“No time to explain, I’ll tell you later!” You said, running past them to the boat with Sarah in tow. “Come on!”

You couldn’t hold your laughter in as they all shrugged in agreement, following after you. You stepped into the HMS Pogue, turning around once inside. You offered your hand to Sarah, helping her into the boat. 

“Your Highness,” you bowed. “We’re gonna have to come up with a Pogue nickname for you.”

She grinned, wrapping her arms around your waist once she made it into the boat. Your friends piled in, quickly pushing off the bank and starting the engine as soon as everyone was ready. The second you made it far enough that you were sure no one was following you, all your friends turned to you. 

You flushed under their stare, keeping Sarah’s hand intertwined with yours. 

It was quiet a moment, before John B cleared his throat, motioning to you. “Alright! Since no one will ask, I will. Let’s hear the story of the Pogue and the Kook.”

You stood, speaking quickly. “I will preface this by saying that this story ends in the potential for finding the gold, which you can all thank me later for, by the way. Hold your questions till the end, children.”

Everyone rolled their eyes, and even Sarah groaned next to you as she hid her face behind you.

“Here we go!” You grinned, dramatically clearing your throat. 

“Once upon a time…”

—

A/N - Hi! Got a little carried away with this one. Don’t love the whole thing, but there are parts of this I really like so I wanted to get this out. I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think :)

[agroupiewhore]

Some random headcanons about what it would be like to date Fran. I haven't wrote anything in ages so apologies if this is shite. Please no hate. 💗💖🍓💕❤️🎀

*Disclaimer: This is my own work and my own self-indulgent ideas, none of this is based in reality.

If anyone wants a part 2 please let me know or has any questions or suggestions for improvements then please let me know, I apologise in advance for spelling and grammar errors.

🎀 This man can cook. He is amazing in the kitchen, will make you whatever you fancy no matter what time it is or whatever you fancy, nothing is too much trouble for him. Cooking you something is his love language.

🎀 He would much rather read then watch something. On the evenings you spend together you're sat on the sofa together reading. He will also read aloud to help you fall asleep.

🎀 No matter what the time is this man will come and pick you up. "But babe, I'm probably gonna be staying out till like 3am" "Ok mi amor, I come get you then" "But aren't you due on set at like 5:30am?" "Yes, and? I come pick you up at 3, I love you."

🎀 Will pay attention to all the little things that you like and remembers them so he can surprise you later on.

🎀 Never ever puts you down or makes fun of you when you're practicing Spanish with him and vice versa for when he is talking with you.

🎀 100% that annoying couple which never seem to argue. Just a walking disney film. The guys all tease him about it. "But you must argue over something, anything!?" "No, nothing" "I bet he leaves the toilet seat up" "No, always puts it down"

🎀 Believes in the art of letter writing and writes you letters in that fancy calligraphy writing. (Something he learned for a part in a theatre production)

Here is a small imagine, no TW etc, a little bit of making out etc, pg/13

A surprise

"My love" Fran said as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. "I can finish the dishes, it's ok".

"No I got it" you said as you began drying off some of the plates. "Besides you must be tired after yesterday's wrap party".

"It was fun, you need to come to the next one" he said as he brushed your hair aside to kiss your neck softly. "I missed you alot, the others were asking for you".

"I'll be at the next one babe, I promise" you answered setting the plate down and turning to face him. Fran was beautiful and you couldn't believe how lucky you were. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your forehead against his. "I think you need a second helping of that dessert you made. You need it". Fran smirked and kissed your nose.

"I said you don't need to ever worry about me. I promise, I'm going to be ok" he answered.

"Oh I got you something, to celebrate the film being done" you said going to pull away.

"No wait, just one more second, I want to stay like this forever with you" he said enjoying the moment, he felt he could be anywhere in the world but as long as he was with you he was home. You smiled and held onto him a little tighter.

"You did not have to get me something. I already have everything I need, I'm very lucky like that you know. Can carry everything I'll ever need in my hands" he smirked as he picked you up, catching you off guard.

"Fran!" You laughed as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. "O my gosh put me down, I need to go and get your present". You looked down into his beautiful deep eyed and cupped his cheeks and began kissing him. He had the softest lips and skin. He kissed you deeper savouring the taste of your peach flavoured lip balm. Peaches were his favourite fruit. A fact you'd noted quite early on. You remembered the look of surprise and satisfaction on his face the day he'd realised your lip balm was the same flavour as his favourite fruit.

"Fran... I need... to get... your gift" you said between kisses. "Please mi amor". Fran smiled against your neck, there was something extremely hot about you using Spanish pet names for him. He was so in love with you it was unreal.

"Just one more my dear, please" he begged staring up at you. How could you say no to him? You lent down and kissed him, twice though. It was a small little ritual the two of you had. He would always ask for one more kiss whether it was before going off to sleep, before he would leave for set or an audition or before going on stage. You always kissed him twice just to be safe. He gently set you down and stroked your cheek.

"Te amo, mi amor" he smiled.

"I love you more" you answered before squeezing his hand and leaving. He heard you going upstairs and into the second bedroom. He was excited at the prospect of seeing what you'd got him although he was more excited to see your face at his gift for you. He smiled wider as he placed his hand into his trousers pocket and felt the box with an engagement ring inside.

[slytherinshua]

QUIET, COVERS, AND YOU genre ➳ fluff. warnings ➳ none. pairing ➳ woozi x reader. wc ➳ 569. a/n ➳ from this req.

It was so rare that Jihoon was home before you were already asleep. He stayed in Universe Factory until the early hours of the morning cooking up new masterpieces for Seventeen and other artists. You had fallen asleep on the couch in his studio countless times, and every time Jihoon always felt a little guilty about it.

One night when he noticed that your rambling about the meaning of flowers had come to a sudden halt, he looked up from his computer to find you cutely dozing off. He realized that it was already 2 am, and he should’ve made sure you had gone home long ago, but it was too late for that now. So, his lips would pull up into a soft smile and he would grab a blanket to drape over your sleeping figure before going back to the current song he was working on.

Jihoon had always preferred the soft intimacy of the evenings and night over the bustling and busy day. It might sound ridiculous to others, but he would always choose a peaceful night in the studio to any fancy date. He was glad you also favoured simplicity. That’s why you worked well together.

The nights when you would both slip under the covers of your bed at home were rare, but you loved them. It was just past midnight and Jihoon finished showering and brushing his teeth. You were drowsy but still awake when you felt the dip in the bed next to you. You reached over to your bedside to turn on the lamp to a low setting.

“You should’ve turned on a light. What if you stubbed your toe?” You scolded making him laugh.

“I know my way around this room even in the dark. Didn’t want to wake you in case you were asleep.” He shifted onto his side so he was facing you, eyes meeting yours. 

You didn’t say anything and neither did he, both of you just settling into the most comfortable position and staring. It was quiet— so quiet that Jihoon could hear your breathing and how it had synced up with his. It made him smile.

He couldn’t get the thought out of his head that you just looked so pretty like this. The warm glow from the lamp cast gentle shadows on your face, accentuating the curves of your face and the line of your jaw. You had a lazy smile on your face, resisting the urge to close your eyes and give in to sleep for just a bit longer.

Jihoon’s hand wandered until it was stroking your hair and that was enough to get you to finally give in. You closed your eyes, the feeling of his hand brushing your hair with such care and love. Jihoon wasn’t very vocal, but you knew how important you were to him from the way he held you, from the little things he did only for you. 

You could feel the tiredness slowly take over and you were already half asleep when you murmured a soft ‘I love you’ to Jihoon. You wanted him to know in case he had forgotten the last time you said it. 

His hand paused for a moment before resuming and you picked up on a quiet mumble from your boyfriend before you finally drifted off to sleep.

“I love you too. I’ve never… loved you more than right now.”

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