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gyuwoncheol · 5 months

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Down Bad

Pair: Mingyu x f!reader

Genre: fluff, inspired by soft Mingyu during that GyuHan live

Summary: Clingy, lovesick Mingyu just wants your undivided attention

Warnings: tipsy! Gyu, mentions of alcohol, use of pet names, so much fluff, barely proofread

WC: 1.7k

Author's Note: look at me actually publishing something. This is once again very self-indulgent because Gyu was just so so adorable in that live and it had me in shambles. Shoutout to my sweet Cherry @shuadotcom for listening to me fawn over Mingyu when this live happened and building ideas of the scenes with me! I love you darling!

Author’s Note 2.0: LISTEN, SHORT HAIR MINGYU IS HANDSOME OKAY. I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY SOME DON’T LIKE IT ON HIM??? LIKE BRO GET YOUR EYES CHECKED. But seriously, it does kill me when I watch Gyu kinda second guess his new hairstyle. Like I know he just laughs it off most times, but I hope the self doubt doesn’t eat him up. I will die defending his short hair. idc.

“Is it bad?” You grimace as soon as Seungcheol releases you from his hug and leads you through the hall.

Cheol laughs, “well…” he stops walking to look at you, “he’s not drunk… yet. But he did get tipsy quite fast.”

“That’s cause he’s also tired,” you reasoned, “but thanks for calling me, I don’t think I’d want him to drive home by himself and—“

“Oh no no,” the leader interrupts, resuming his steps towards the dining area where you could already faintly hear your boyfriend whining, “he asked us to call you. Besides, you know that if he did get drunk, I’d force him to crash here.”

“Oh.”

“Babyyyy!” Mingyu shoots up from his seat and rushes to you with arms wife open when you surface in the room. He was beaming at the sight of you, puppy senses fully kicking in. A faint smell of alcohol and his cologne hits your nose when he bends down and engulfs you in a hug, his face nuzzling deep into your neck.

“Miss you,” he mumbles with a tight squeeze and you run your fingers through his short locks.

“Missed you too, bub. Should we get you home?”

Mingyu pulls you off him to hold you by your shoulders, his lips pursed and eyebrows scrunching, “no no, not yet. Comeeee, join usssss.”

You’re dragged by your tall boyfriend to the dining table, both Seungcheol and Jeonghan giggling but also sending you an apologetic look for the state that Mingyu is in.

“What are we doing?” You question when he offers you chopsticks and shows you all the food on the table.

“We’re celebrating Minghao’s birthday so we have to stay first, okay?” Seungcheol laughs at your boyfriend’s justification.

“Aaaand Hao is where exactly?”

Mingyu shrugs, “dunno. But that’s okay, we called him awhile ago already and we even sang for him on live. Do you want a drink?”

You reach out to stop his hands from pouring the alcohol on the glass, “no i’m good.” He looks at you intently and then decides against convincing you to drink. Instead, he sits back down and wraps his arms around your waist, sighing softly when his head rests on your shoulder.

“You okay, my love?” You ask after kissing the top of his head. “Tired?” He nods against your shoulder and hum an affirmative. “Maybe we should go—“

“Noooo,” your gentle giant whines, a full pout on his lips, making both his hyungs laugh at him.

“Okay, okay.”

“We’re still having fun… well, they’re having fun,” Mingyu gestures towards his two older members with scrunched brows.

You reach your arm up to touch his cheek, caressing his soft skin, “And you’re not?”

“They’re making fun of me.”

“We are not!” Seungcheol denies with a laugh.

“You laughed when the fans called me a potato on live.” The two boys start giggling again, recalling the conversation on the many forms of potatoes Mingyu could represent.

“I also said you were handsome with your short hair,” Cheol added, “the potato comment is just funny!”

Jeonghan, who was seated on Mingyu’s other side, now pokes at your boyfriend’s fingers before snorting with a laugh, “heh. french fries.”

Seungcheol and Jeonghan erupt in laughter much to Mingyu’s chagrin, and you yourself couldn’t help but giggle at the antics of the two boys. Mingyu crosses his arms defiantly, sulking like there’s no tomorrow.

“Oh cmon, Gyu, it’s funny!” The group’s resident trickster calls out.

“Babyyyyyy, protect meeee,” your boyfriend whines, hiding his face on your shoulder. Mingyu was no stranger to being teased by his members, and almost always, he’s a very good sport at taking it all in and staying calm and collected. But the facade easily drops the moment you’re around. He gets to be his true self, a big baby. Your big baby. Luckily for him, the boys listen to you.

“Okay, cut it out, guys,” you call, earning a smile from your boyfriend which immediately drops the next second when you say, “the potato is sad.”

“HEY!” Mingyu’s bottom lip juts out as he scowls at you, not at all impressed by your joke. You leave a kiss on his lips and he tries hard to hide the smile.

“I’m kidding, I don’t even know why they think that. You’re my puppy,” you quickly correct, cupping his cheeks and pecking his lips, “my handsome puppy.” That was enough to have your boyfriend unravel his arms and wrap them around your waist, a huge smile on his face as he leans on your shoulder. He was flustered beyond words. If there was one thing Mingyu agreed on, it’s that he was a puppy.

“You’re so whipped,” Jeonghan states the obvious and while you knew it was directed to your boyfriend, it also felt like it was a jab at you. Eitherway, neither you nor Mingyu denied it. Especially Mingyu. He was deeply in love with you and it was written all over his face.

You settle in nicely to a conversation with the boys, discussing the new cafe that just opened near the Hybe building and talking about the recent broadcast shows they’ve done for the comeback.

With each passing minute, the more Mingyu clings onto you like a koala. Mostly smiling and staring at you with lovestruck eyes that would immediately change into a silly face if you looked back at him. Eventually, his head constantly leaned on your shoulder or his face buried in your neck, relishing in the way your hand would subconciously reach up to run your fingers through his hair or scratch lightly at his scalp. You really loved his shorter hairdo, never missing a chance to compliment him about it. When he had cut his hair, he worried you’d stop running your fingers through them, which is why moments like these, even with his shorter strands, always made him sigh in content.

“What’s wrong?” You quiz when he pulls on your shirt sleeve after you laugh at one of Jeonghan’s jokes, your hands detaching from his hair to give the older member a high five. When you look at Mingyu, his eyes were even more half lidded than earlier, and the bags underneath a little more red and puffy.

“Nothin’,” he feigns but you know what he wants.

“Hmm… you sure you just don’t want my whole attention?” Mingyu scrunches his face in shock, like he’s trying to deny the way you just exposed him. But he doesn’t say anything, and instead, juts out his lower lip for his biggest pout of the night.

You decide to tease him a little bit more and roll your eyes playfully, putting your attention back to two of his brothers who were currently going through funny videos of Minghao.

Mingyu huffs loudly and tugs you closer to him, earning a giggle from you. “Okay big boy, I was only kidding, you have my attention,” he tries to maintain his sulking but fails badly when his lips quirk into a smile after you plant a kiss on them.

“I love you,” he whispers, blushing wildly at his own confession and hiding behind your shoulder blades.

“I love you too, Gyu. But can I bring you home now? You look like you’re about to fall asleep any minute.”

“Nooooo,” Mingyu whines loudly.

You were about to reason but Seungcheol beats you to it, “Mingoo, my hyung’s about to come home now. You guys have to leave soon.”

“See, baby? Cheol needs us out of the house.”

“That’s rude,” he complains, “but his hyung likes me. We can stay.”

You flash Cheol an apologetic look, letting him know you got it under control. Just then, you stand up and bend down to cup Mingyu’s face, forcing him to look at you. “Baby, we have to go. If you fall asleep on me here, you bet I won’t be carrying you home. So choose, big guy, do you want to be beside me in bed tonight? Or beside Seungch—“

“OKAY! BYE HYUNGS!” The 6 foot 2 man shoots up from his chair in full height, not even giving you enough time to process things before he’s pulling at your hand and dragging you out of the dining room, “We’re going. Thank you for the food, Coups hyung!”

“YAH!” Jeonghan scolds, “you said you would bring me home!”

#the title of this fic is actually me to Gyu #svthub #svt #seventeen #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #svt one shot #svt imagine #svt fic #mingyu fluff #mingyu imagine #mingyu fic #mingyu one shot #paula writes ✨#Attention

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doki-doki-imagines · 4 months

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Hey can I request the lin keui trio +earthrealm defenders reaction to y/n asking them to eat pineapple to make their cum taste better

author note: the snort I snorted. I suppose this is a sequel to this request. No actions are described. I'm dying this request killed me LMAOOO.

Johnny Cage: -Why is his smile getting so big? Why does it look so wicked? -"Oh, dear-" Johnny purrs out, walking towards you with open arms "I already have the perfect diet to taste delicious." -He doesn't hug you but gets dangerously close, his figure imposing in front of yours. -"Your memory must be playing trick to you-" His lips close to your ear, hot breath sending shivers down your spine, making you arch your body towards his chest. "Let's try it again? Just to remind you how delicious I am."

Kenshi Takahashi: -If he was drinking, he spits. If he wasn't, he coughs, choking on his saliva. -Kenshi knows that he doesn't taste like peaches and everything nice, but… is he that bad? -Nobody ever complained. -Kenshi will act annoyed, dropping the topic the second you bring it up. -Doesn't mean he won't start drinking the juice at any occasion he isn't with you. Kenshi cares about his partner.

Raiden: -His face gets so pale when you tell him that. You were worried he was going to pass out. -If only Raiden likes pineapple… -He gags every time he tastes it. -Raiden wouldn't mind trying different ways, but please no pineapples. -Or he'll just go down on you forever. -One of the few cases where your partner wouldn't mind if you never go down on him.

Kung Lao: -"Dunno what you are talking about. When I kissed you, I tasted fine." -1HKO. -Lao is a teasing shit, but he doesn't mind changing diet to make you happy. -You are lucky this guy eats everything. Ask Raiden. He had to pay for shit that he didn't even think could be cooked.

Liu Kang: -"Don't joke, dear one." "What do you mean? I'm not joking." "With Godhood you get many pros, you know?" "So what? They gave you amazing tasting semen?" "I'd say holy and delicious." "Oh God, Liu Kang!" "You don't need to call me twice." -You lost. Accept it. -Liu Kang will kiss your forehead to sweeten your loss.

Geras: -He knows about this stuff, but Geras thought he already had a good and balanced diet. -He accepts without making a fuss about it. -And maybe go even further, looking in the future to see if there are ways to make it taste even better to you.

Bi-Han: -You told him during breakfast, he choke on his tea. -His brain barely works and you start talking about his cum??? -"You seemed to enjoy it very much both yesterday night and the times before." "But-" "Don't you say another word." -But the damage is done, a woodworm penetrating his head and not leaving Bi-Han alone. -Maybe, for you, he'll do it.

Kuai Liang: -He looks at you, cheeks red and mouth opening and closing like a fish out of the water. -Okay?? Liang will do it because he loves you. -But also, did you have to ask for lunch? With the risk of Tomas and Harumi hearing! -For sure he's gonna ask if something changed the next time you go at it. -The next morning btw.

Tomas Vrbada: -Flat line, he has a poker face but it doesn't seem like he is breathing? You are more worried about his health now. -Tomas just didn't expect this? But he doesn't mind drinking it to make your experience more enjoyable. -Now since you complained once, Tomas has something to say too… -A good relationship includes talking after all, right?

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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mer-shrimpy?

Genre/Tropes: No notable ones!!

Summary: The Prefect has an accident in alchemy (courtesy of Ace, Deuce, and Grim) and has turned into a merperson!! Floyd witnesses this and drags them to Octavinelle, where they hang out with the Octotrio until Crewel can reverse the spell.

Author's Comments: i love these absolutely menaces they're my favorite ever i want to hold their hands and hugs them (and give azul smooches.) this ends in kind of a choose your own adventure way?

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A bright, multicolored puff of smoke erupted from the cauldron in front of you as Ace and Deuce argued, Grim scurrying around your ankles as he cackled. The noise stopped immediately after the smoke cleared, but you still couldn’t see much of anything. It was only when you realized that you couldn’t breathe very well that you started to panic, flopping around the floor.

Wait, flopping?

You looked down at your legs, only to see the bottom half of a shrimp of all things.

“Bad pups! Stay!” Crewel yelled, quickly approaching your tiny form on the ground, “Ramshackle Prefect, are you alright?”

“Shrimpy?” Floyd leered, peeking over Crewel’s shoulders, “What did you guys do to them, huh?”

Ace and Deuce stepped back a bit, intimidated by the sharp glare Floyd sent their way.

“The water breathing potion must have backfired. What did you add into your potion?” Crewel glared.

“Um…dunno.” Ace mumbled, “I’m sorry, Prefect. I didn’t mean to make you…tiny.”

You tried to voice that it was okay, that you weren’t dying, but nothing came out but sharp shrieking noises and ragged gasps.

“It’s hard to breathe-!” you gasped, choking on air.

“Ehh? It's hard to breathe? You need water or something?” Floyd hummed, his words sending Deuce running to the nearest large plastic container to fill it up for you.

You were more impressed that he’d deciphered what you’d said.

“You can understand me?” you choked out, the sound coming out garbled and raspy.

He tilted his head, kneeling down to you, “Of course I can, Little Shrimp! Did your brain get tiny too? You’re just speaking mer.”

You were about to speak again before Floyd lifted you into his arms, curling his arms around your body and holding you close. He nuzzled your forehead affectionately, his teeth scraping against the skin.

“Leech! Unhand the Prefect!” Crewel demanded, swooping in with the container of water Deuce filled, “This is why you all needed remedial lessons in the first place!”

“Aww, no fun. I wanna play with Shrimpy!” he pouted, turning away and using his upper body to hide you away.

“It’s okay, Floyd. I’ll play with you later.” you promised, “Just please let me breathe.”

“Fiiiine. I don’t want Jade and Azul yelling at me for not taking good care of you. Whatever.” he huffed, annoyed at the idea of letting you go.

He dropped you into the water unceremoniously, the small splash briefly disorienting you before you became used to the feeling of breathing water. It honestly felt like the bathtubs at home, with the container just barely fitting you. Your tail was bent at an odd angle in order for you to breathe properly, and Floyd looked annoyed at your mild discomfort. He brightened up a second later, eyes glinting with mischief.

“I know! Shrimpy, let’s go to my dorm! We have a lot of water, and you can swim all you’d like! Then we can play all we want!” he grinned, sharp teeth gleaming in the light.

“That may be the best idea given the situation.” Crewel agreed, turning his gaze to you, “What do you think?”

You nodded, heart jumping at the thought of a bigger pool. You could breathe and have leg room in the Octavinelle pools, though you’d need to learn how to use your new bottom. You couldn’t imagine how hard it had been to transition from a tail to legs for Floyd and Jade, and in Azul’s case, tentacles. You kept trying to move how you would with your legs, but it felt you only had one big leg and only moved one way. Crossing your arms over your chest, you blew annoyed bubbles in the water.

“Aww, Shrimpy’s so cute!” Floyd cooed, scooping up the container with ease, “Come on, we’re going on a trip! Just me and Shrimpyyy!”

You tried your best to hold onto the container as Floyd slung you around the hall, yelling cheerfully about how much fun he was going to have with you. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping you’d reach Octavinelle soon.

“Floyd, what are you doing?” someone questioned, the amused tone all too familiar.

“Jade!” he beamed, shoving the container of Jade in Jade’s face, “Look at our Shrimpy! Aren’t they cute?”

Our?!

“Indeed.” Jade chuckled, raising a brow as you floated aimlessly around the water, “I assume you were taking them to the pool in Octavinelle?”

“Where else? We need to keep our little Shrimpy close, don’t we?”

“That we do. I’ll walk with you.”

You wished you could chew them out about this stupid “our” business, but all that came out were more little shrieks and yelps. Floyd laughed, and that’s when you remembered that they could understand you.

“Poor thing. You sound so sad when you talk like that. I can barely understand you.” Jade sighed, acting all disappointed when you knew he was teasing.

“Mean!” you shrieked, and they both laughed.

Sinking back into the water, you blew annoyed bubbles until you found yourself in Octavinelle. The dorm was beautifully decorated, no doubt part of Azul’s influence. You furrowed your brow, looking from left to right. Where was Azul? It was after school, so there was only one other place he could be.

“Don’t fret, Little Pearl.” Jade hummed, staring down at you with half lidded eyes that scream trouble, “If you’re looking for Azul, he’s in his office. Of course, our priority lies with you as of now, but Floyd can retrieve him if you so wish.”

“Ehhh? Why me? I wanna play with Shrimpy.” he moped, holding the container of water closer to his chest.

“Oh, but Floyd, the Little Pearl doesn’t know how to use their tail. Wouldn’t it be more fun to play with them when they can run away? I will teach them the basics while you fetch Azul.” Jade hummed, attempting to placate his brother.

Floyd thought on it for a few seconds before brightening up, showing the container into Jade’s arms. With a loud promise of playing with you later, Floyd bolted towards the VIP Room.

Poor Azul.

“Well hello there.” Jade smiled down at you, his face distorted in the still sloshing water, “What do you say we get you in the pool, hm?”

You nodded, blowing more bubbles in the water. Jade chuckled politely, carrying you off into a hallway near the back of the dorm. You stood stationary inside the water as Jade hummed a tune, finally stopping in front of a door and pushing it open with his hip. The water sloshed over the side of the container, wetting his glove. Jade muttered a quiet apology and set the container down next to the wide expanse of clear water, his soaked gloved hand reaching into the water to pet your head.

“Do you mind if I lift you up? I hardly think dumping someone as delicate as you into a pool would be kind.” he hummed, pulling his gloves off one finger at a time, “I will also be shifting into my merform, so you won’t be lonely.”

You nodded, poking your head above the water. Jade’s bare hands were a sight you’d never seen before, and you were surprised at how soft they looked considering most of his free time was spent digging around in terrariums and even mountains. He noticed you staring, eyes crinkling in the corners as he chuckled. Without any warning, he swooped down gracefully, closing on you far too quickly for your liking. You jerked back, water sloshing over the sides of the container once again as Jade’s fangs glinted in the overhead lights.

“Don’t be shy, Little Pearl.” he cooed, dipping his bare hands into the water and scooping you up as though you were a plant ready to be repotted, “I won’t hurt you. I’ll treat you delicately, with all the care a little morsel like you deserves.”

Your eyes went wide at the morsel comment, but before you could see anything Jade had set you in the pool. Even though the water looked clear on the surface, there was a light fog settling within the water that made it hard to see much of anything. You jumped when you heard a splash a little ways away from you, but when you looked you couldn’t see anything. Fear coursed through your veins as you waited, unable to use your tail to swim towards where you hoped Jade had dove in with you. Gulping water through your gills, you tried to take deep breaths to calm down. They wouldn’t eat you, obviously. This was Jade. He just wanted to see you jump.

And jump you did, when a green blur gently tapped your tail from behind.

You jumped backward, whipping around to face none other than Jade. Crossing your arms, you glared at him as he chuckled, eyes narrowed.

“Apologies, Little Pearl. I wanted to see how you would react. It’s quite entertaining to see you out of your element.” he hummed, swishing his tail around as he darted in circles around you, “Now, do you think you’re ready to try swimming?”

“How do you guys work these things?!” you blurted, flopping in the pool like a fish on land, “It’s so hard to manage-”

“Don’t move it like you’d move your own two legs. Move like your legs have been merged into one.” Jade hummed, smirking at your struggle.

You jerked your tail as you managed to go forward, a small accomplishment in the grand scheme of things. Jade looked so proud though, and you tried not to let him feed your ego too much. He was probably laughing at you internally anyway.

“Good Little Pearl.” he hummed, swimming a bit further away, “Keep going. I’m certain you’ll be able to use that tail of yours efficiently in no time.”

With that praise, you tried even harder to swim towards him. It wasn’t as hard as it used to be now that you were thinking of your bottom as two legs merged together, and it occurred to you that merpeople had to pretend that their tail had been split in two. You wondered how they got used to feet, or even if they’d had a foot cramp before. Did merpeople have tail cramps?

You were too in your own head. As you snapped out of it, you realized that Jade had moved a bit farther, and had gone deeper into the pool. In the dimmer lighting at the bottom, you could swear his golden eye was glowing, beckoning you deeper into the pool like a siren. You almost didn’t go deeper.

Almost.

Curiosity killed the cat, as they said, and curiosity was about to kill you.

So you swam down, chasing after Jade as he darted between the various types of coral, their jagged forms rising from the sand like nature’s fortified towers. Octavinelle was truly a beautiful dorm.

With beautiful people, you thought as you watched Jade look back at you, his eyes gleaming. His expression was playful as he twirled in a circle, darting into some faded yellow coral. Without a second thought, you swam after his, elated that you were finally getting the hang of your tail.

“What are you doing here?!” a loud hissed reverberated in the water, and Jade immediately darted in front of you like a guard dog.

A familiar face poked out from the coral, his blue gray eyes narrowed with annoyance.

“Azul?” you gasped, eyes widening at the surprise, “I thought you were back in your VIP Room?”

“Wh- Angelfish? Why are you a…?” Azul trailed off, head tilting to the side as he examined you, “...Nevermind that. You need to get out. Out! Leave!”

“Azul, it’s okay.” Jade spoke, his voice calm and collected.

He still hadn’t moved away from you though.

“Azul, is everything okay?” you asked, keeping your distance.

The last thing you wanted to do was annoy him.

“Angelfish, please leave. You shouldn’t see me like this.” he sighed, shaking his head as he shrank back into the coral, “It’s not a pretty sight, I assure you. Now, if you will-”

“There’s no part of you that I wouldn’t find nice.” you said, voice so stern it surprised you, “I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to show me, but I promise I won’t judge you for anything. I’m literally a shrimp right now.”

You flicked your tail in his direction for emphasis, and Jade snorted. He seemed to have drifted off the side since you two figured out it was Azul and not some other random student.

“Aaaaazul!” Floyd called, darting out of nowhere into the coral Azul was hiding in, “Come play with us!”

“Floyd, no-!” Azul yelped as he was slammed out of his hidey hole, a writhing mass of black following his front as Floyd cackled. Your eyes widened at the appendages as he struggled to hide them, trying to make himself seem as small as possible. He kept shooting you panicked glances, his chest rising and falling rapidly as Floyd swam circles around him.

“Azul? Why are you on edge? Is it because Little Shrimpy’s here?” Floyd teased.

“Azul, I highly doubt Little Pearl cares about such trivial things.” Jade hummed, pressing a hand against your lower back and pushing you the slightest bit forward.

Azul froze on the spot, finally taking the time to look at your expression. There was no disgust, no amusement, no fear. There was just awe and curiosity. He swallowed thickly, feeling like a specimen on an examination table. You slowly swam forward, reaching out slowly, giving him time to pull away. He slammed his eyes shut but didn’t move, feeling your hand slide down one of his tentacles. You hummed as your other hand cupped one of them, flipping it upwards to reveal the suction cups. Azul cracked his eyes open just a bit to see you staring down at his chubby hideous revolting body with such much adoration that it made his heart jump into his throat. He couldn’t breathe.

“You’re really pretty, Azul.” you murmured, pulling the tentacle closer and letting it wrap around your hand, its actions shaky and slow, “You’re gorgeous like this.”

“See? What did I tell ya? Little Shrimpy doesn’t care.” Floyd laughed, poking Azul at the base of his tentacles.

“I’m not so sure about that, Floyd. They seem to care quite a bit.” Jade chuckled.

Another black tentacle wrapped itself around your waist as his purple tinted skin turned pink. He refused to meet your gaze as you accepted his touch without a bit of repulsion, your eyes affectionate and happy as if asking him to keep going. He yanked himself away before he could pull you into his chest and hug you for hours.

“Come swim with us, Azul!” Floyd called, snapping at him with his teeth as he giggled, “You can’t hog Shrimpy all day! That’s not faaair!”

“Floyd is right, you know. You should thank him for going to get you in the first place. That was very generous of him.” Jade hummed.

“I was here the whole time.” Azul mumbled, and you shook your head at their antics.

“I’d like to make the most of this form while I’m still in it. It’s been fun so far!” you bounced a bit in the water, curling your tail in and out.

“Aww, Shrimpy’s so cute!” Floyd giggled, his expression immediately shifting to annoyance when he processed what you meant, “Ehh? What do ya mean? We’re going to have you over like this again, Shrimpy. You’re not getting away that easily.”

“Indeed.” Jade began circling you, a sinister look on his face, “You’re such a small little morsel, it would be the same if we didn’t have a chance to catch you.”

A shiver shot down your spine as Floyd followed his twin’s example, the both of them circling you menacingly as Azul stared disappointingly at them.

“If you two keep freaking them out, they’ll never come back again.” he pointed out, tugging you closer by the tail, “Don’t scare the poor angelfish. ”

“It’s just a little fuuun.” Floyd giggled, brightening up at the thought of forcing you over again, “Come on Shrimpy, wouldn’t you like that?”

“Sketchy undertones aside, I agree. I think it’d be nice to try this out again, even just swimming in my human form. It’s like stress relief.” you mused.

“Professor Crewel should be working on a cure already. We best make haste if we’re to enjoy you to the fullest.” Jade smiled his close-eyed smile, “Little Pearl, if you will.”

He gestured to the coral around you as Floyd’s yellow eye gleamed mischievous. When Jade opened his eyes, you noticed his yellow eye was glowing too.

“You may hide, and we will seek you out.” he chuckled, tilting his head slightly, “Wouldn’t you enjoy that?”

“Oh yes, Shrimpy! It’ll be so fun. We’ll try to take a bite out of you.” Floyd laughed.

Azul shook his head exasperatedly, holding out a hand to you.

“If you do not wish to join their game of cat and mouse, I can show you around the deeper ends of the pool.” he murmured, “I’m sure you would enjoy the secret’s I’ve stashed away.”

You looked between the three, contemplating which to try first. Well, what’ll it be, dear Prefect?

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toxicanonymity · 10 months

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I’m having raider joel withdrawals so I re read the series and I want to just say what a genius you are it’s sooooo goood omg. I just wanna follow him around like a house kitten while he takes care of the crazy world outside 🖤🖤

Thank you, seriously 🖤 Much more to come. I've got raider cooking on multiple burners rn. Ty for stirring them.

If you want him | raider master list

1.5k words, raider!Joel x f!reader

A/N: This is something different. Hypothetical, couldn't get it out of my head. SUMMARY: Joel turns into a prude for a couple of days to find out how bad you want it. Then he gives you what you want. WARNINGS: I8+ jacking off, self-deprivation, riding, rough piv.

When you told Joel you loved him, it got him thinking about how you are with sex. He knew you came, but it never occurred to him that you might actively crave him. That's what he keeps thinking about now, not the emotion of what you said. The idea of you really wanting him to take you is something he can't get off his mind, and it turns him on. But since he’s always driving things, how would he ever really know you wanted it? He’s not going to ask, "Do you really want it?” No way in hell anything like that is coming out of his mouth. Instead, he can only try holding back to see if you make a move.

He doesn’t fuck you for a whole day. You’re puzzled and dejected. You wake up at night to the sound of him groaning “oh, baby” over the rhythmic squish of skin in the bathroom. His breathing is labored and his grunts send a pang of desire between your legs. He moans, “ohh, oh—-ahh,” and you slide your hand into your panties. He groans, “Oh God” followed by a drawn-out sigh of relief, and the rhythmic noise stops. “God damnit,” he mutters to himself. “What am I doin’.”

When the bathroom door opens, you pretend to be asleep, resigning yourself to blue balls.

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The next day, he doesn’t try to fuck you either. You’re sitting at the kitchen table and finally ask him, “Did I do something wrong?” No, he’s not gonna talk about your feelings OR his.

“Like what,” he asks.

“I dunno. Do you still want me?”

“I have ya, sweet pea. Somethin’ botherin’ ya?”

Your eyes well up and you're unsure what to say since Joel clearly isn’t going to open up about whatever’s going on. A tear runs down your cheek and he gets hard. When he adjusts himself, your eyes linger on the bulge in his jeans. You look at it and wet your lips, but it’s not enough for him to know for sure.

Joel resolves not to touch himself again, no matter how much it hurts with his cock straining against his pants. He sits back in the chair and manspreads, holding his hands behind his back in a stretch, making his arousal known and his lap very available. His jeans are thin, tight, and stretchy. The outline of his cock is visible on his thigh. You’re looking at his erection and salivating, and it’s taking all he has not to just rail you, but he doesn’t.

He takes a deep breath. He’s getting even harder watching you watch him, his massive hard-on pressing against his jeans. He’s resisting the urge to even graze it with his wrist. Any relief will have to be initiated by you. It’s a personal challenge now. He can control himself, he knows it. He’s just never had a reason to.

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You stand up from your chair. He brings his knees closer together as you approach him. You look to his eyes for permission and he opens his arms. You climb into his lap and hug him, as you’re prone to do–normally when you’re scared, he thinks. He gently lays a hand on your back to comfort you, but you’re not scared.

Your crotch is mid-thigh on him, close to his cock but not quite there. You put your hands around his neck and scoot up. He closes his eyes as your panties meet his stiff manhood through his thin, soft jeans. You look down between you, and he looks with you, both of you looking at the growing shape in his pants. You reach for it and trace the outline of his stiff length. He clenches his jaw and breathes deeper through his nose. His cock twitches and grows even harder against your hand. He taps his foot, lifting his thigh against your hand a few times.

"Can I?" You ask hopefully through blurry eyes.

He nods, but he's not gonna do it for you. "All yours, sweet pea."

You're worried about snagging the zipper since his jeans are so tight and he's not wearing underwear. You bear your wrist down on his cock while you unbutton then slowly unzip his jeans.

You fold that side down and reach into his jeans. He sighs at the first contact of your soft hand as it grazes his tip and wraps around his shaft.

You take it out and you're salivating. You climb down off his lap and onto your knees. You hold his cock steady as you tongue the slit and take the tip into your mouth.

"Oh, baby," he whispers as you suck on it.

Your mouth holds his cock for you and you reach down to take your panties off, stepping your knees out of them.

You look up at him pleadingly, and he's biting his lip with his brow furrowed as he watches you.

"What do you want," he asks softly. You take it out of your mouth and hold it with your hand.

"This," you say.

"What?"

You shyly look away then return to meet his gaze and say, "your cock?" Like it's a trick question.

"Oh, sweet pea," he groans. "I told ya it's all yours."

"Can I have some now"

He nods way up and down like he's never been more sure of anything. "Take it."

You climb back in his lap. "It's so big," you say. "I dunno how."

"Sure ya do. You wet?"

You lift your dress, tilt your hips forward, and swipe your fingers through your folds then show him the shine. He quietly sighs “Mmmm” and closes his eyes for a few seconds. Then you hover near his cock and bring the weeping tip to tease your clit, then your entrance.

"Can I put it inside?"

"God damn," he exhales. "Just put it where ya want it," bordering on exasperated.

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Mercifully, he at least holds it at the base for you. You hold onto his bare shoulders and hover over his cock, then begin to sink down onto the tip. You groan at the stretch, and he winces as he tries to resist pulling you down. He gently rests his hands on your thighs and can't help but give them a little squeeze.

You gradually let all your weight onto him, sheathing his thick cock with your cunt. It fills you up and you shudder as he bottoms out. Your nipples harden under your dress. He can't resist a subtle rock of his hips, but just one.

You put your wrists around his neck and begin to move up and down his length.

"How's it feel," he asks.

"So good," you pant. "really missed it," you say on the verge of tears as you let yourself slide down on his length again.

Joel nods and whispers, "me too."

"You do it so much better," you whine.

Joel sighs but lets you keep going. This is something new for him and he’s captivated. You bring yourself up and down on him a few more times. His big hands go to your ass, but he's still letting you stay in control for now. You take him in a few more times then hesitate at the top.

-----

He moans painfully while you're at the top, then under his breath says, "Fuck" and abruptly pulls you down. He holds onto you, stands up without pulling out, and haphazardly dumps you on the table face-up. Right away he pulls back, then slams back into you with a sigh. Your legs wrap loosely around him. He puts his palms on your breasts, wrapping his fingers slightly around your sides for leverage, and he pounds you.

The table is moving with his effort. He holds you down with one arm so you don't drift away while he rails you harder than ever. Your skin sticks to the table. He gropes your breasts desperately as he fucks you with no mercy. The contact of his tip with your cervix is painful until your body adjusts.

“Joel,” you sigh, then wrap your legs around him tighter. His cruel length pummels your poor little cunt, making up for lost time.

He grunts as he gives it to you rough.

He leans over you and fists your hair. "God damn, you take it good," he mutters to himself as his swollen cock rails into you. He fucks you with the pent up need of two days which might as well be an eternity with you around. To you it feels like he's filling your whole body up, like your guts are moving out of the way for him. You whimper on the verge of coming.

"Ohhh, take it," he pants. "Yeahh, fuck."

You tighten your legs around him and let yourself unravel. The pleasure grabs you violently and you sigh as your cunt flutters around his cock.

Joel says, "damnit, baby." Then he plunges to the hilt and stays there as his cock begins to pulse. His neck veins bulge and throb as he fills you up with his cum. He groans and slowly thrusts into you twice more, still coming. He puts his forehead on the table near yours, catching his breath.

Then he pulls up his head and looks at you. He lays a palm over your breast and asks, “You okay?”

You nod, “yeah. Much better.”

He laughs and musses your hair. He pulls out and you whimper at the loss.

“I know, sweet pea. But it's yours any time. ”

You want to tell him “same,” but he already knows.

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bigfatbimbo · 2 months

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hi again! I have many headcanons stored inside my brain right now, so I’ve got some headcanons for Vox right now!

May not be completely canon but I’ll try my best to get Vox as canon as possible and not OOC! (I have a lot more sir pentious hcs though if you’re willing to hear..)

Also, I apologize if my English isn’t great, or if my grammar is off, orrrr.. whatever. I natively speak Armenian, so, fun fact I guess. Sometimes I struggle with English but I hope this is good enough!

Vox; NSFW

Vox 100% only shows his submissive nature around people whom he trusts most, specifically you. He, of course, retaliates and makes smartass remarks whenever he’s subbing, but that’s to be expected from a man that’s just born to be a brat.

He battles with Valentino for dominance which, to my knowledge, is canon. I feel like it definitely takes way too long for them to decide who will be the sub because neither of them want to give up the title of the dom. But when you come along, it’s obvious who the dom will be. (Well, at least to you and Vox, since he obviously gets humiliated if everyone else knows that he likes getting fucked by you.)

He wouldn’t immediately falter. He retaliates and retaliates and retaliates. But he does eventually give into your demands and becomes a good boy.

But even if he is being a good boy, I think it would be fun to play around with him and degrade him no matter how good he’s doing. Of course throw some random praises into the mix, but I just wanna degrade him so bad. (Maybe I just like being mean to fictional men all the time. Dunno.)

Call him a slut, tell him he’s pathetic, whatever you want to say. He’ll be either 1: retaliating, or 2: whimpering and not even being able to respond since he’s probably too fucked out of his mind to do so.

But if you decide to be nice with him and praise him, he’ll just end up sobbing. Don’t know why, but he will. He’ll be sobbing while calling you mommy as you’re pegging him or riding him or whatever you wish to do.

Now, onto some more juicy stuff. I feel like he cums really fast. Especially when he’s got that boycunt. One feather light touch and he is DONE FOR. Eat him out and he will be squirting almost immediately because he just loves how your tongue feels inside of him.

ALSO, he’s definitely the smug ass type to be sending you pics whenever he’s masturbating. He probably has a smug grin when he’s sending you a picture of him playing with his pussy. Or he’ll even send videos, where he’s moaning and begging for you.

To be fair, he would still do this when he has his cock, no doubt. He would be jerking himself off while fucking himself with a dildo and begging for you. But I feel like he gets 100x more needy whenever he switches his parts out for a pussy.

It’s just a weird light switch that goes off in his brain. Like, wow, he has a pussy. Now he needs you to fuck his wet cunt until he sobs. Don’t make me explain I just know it happens somehow

When he doesn’t have his cunt however, he LOVES being pegged. In my opinion he’s a pegging enthusiast. Get the strap out and he will get so damn desperate for the dildo attached to it.

He gets super whiney when you’re using pegging as a punishment for him. You can do it really fast and rough because he’s been a brat, and make it so that he probably won’t be able to walk for the next, what, 3 days? (Overexaggeration.. but still.)

OR you could do it AGONIZINGLY slow as a punishment. Go as slow as possible while fucking into him with your plastic dick while he begs for you to speed up, but you just keep going at the slowest pace you can. He needs to get put into his place.

I feel like he would immediately get horny from hugs from behind. Don’t know why, but whenever you walk up to him from behind and put your arms around his waist while you may be whispering something to him, it feels to intimate to him and he either whimpers or try to ward you off.. although not really, since he’s just being a brat. He wants you to keep holding him forever.

He probably likes rough sex most of the time. But if he’s stressed or tired, he wants super fluffy sex where you’re taking care of him and making sure to be as soothing as possible. Gently fuck into him with your strap while he holds onto your shoulders since he’s on his back. Make him feel like he’s getting fucked into the clouds but in the most fluffiest of ways. And make sure to give him the best aftercare.

About the rough sex thing, however, BE ROUGH. He doesn’t want it TOO rough, since he’s sensitive. But fuck him into absolute oblivion until he can’t even remember his own name. Instead, the only thing clouding his mind is you, you, you. Make him cum over and over again while having no plan on stopping until he’s too overstimulated to go on.

Or you can edge him until he’s obedient enough for you. Put a cock ring on his cock and make sure he cannot cum while you thrust your strap into him. He needs consequences, he needs to get karma, for being such a brat.

Onto aftercare: GIVE HIM SOOTHING AFTERCARE. Make sure to give him plenty of cuddles and kisses from underneath the fluffiest blue (it HAS TO BE SPECIFICALLY BLUE) blanket you can find. Give him snacks and watch a movie with him. If it’s messy, then of course clean up beforehand.

But if either of you are too tired for either of those things, then he’s completely fine with cuddling you to sleep while having soft dreams of you, and only you.

Had to make sure to end a bit fluffy haha

Sorry if this is bad, or if you have already said some of these things before. Perhaps we share a braincell or perhaps I just agree with a lot of the things you say. Who knows?

i’m literally so spent and borderline delirious but this is the best thing i’ve received all day oh my god. lowkey improved my mood so much.

i won’t say much because you did literally amazing work and covered all the bases, but the idea of him with a smug smile sending videos of him fingering himself… yeah. yeah i dig it.

#dom reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel smut #vox x reader #inbox open #sub vox

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beesonhoneytoast · 6 months

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“I’m hopeless without you.”

♡ Mike Schmidt x GN!Reader ♡

synopsis: on his day off, mike hears that you were involved in some freak accident at work. he wastes no time in getting dressed and driving to your workplace. however, when he calls you, something bizarre happens. cws: hurt/comfort, established relationship, mike being a narcoleptic mess and a disaster pansexual (?), crying, confusing dreams for reality

~800 words | divider creds @firefly-graphics

Mike runs out into the living room, putting on his shirt as he rushed out of his bedroom.

Abby is lying on her stomach watching cartoons but turns her head at the sound of her big brother shuffling around and panting. “Mike?” She called for him.

“Y/n was involved in an accident. I don’t have time to call anyone to watch you, so get your shoes on. We’re going to find them.” He explained, hopping on one foot as he put his shoes on. He grabbed the keys as Abby slipped her little Mary Janes on.

The two Schmidts went outside and Abby rushed to the backseat on the passenger side of Mike’s car.

Mike got the front door of the house locked after a moment (as trying to do anything with trembling hands is understandably very difficult). Mike slammed on the gas after hurriedly backing out of the driveway, and he pulled out his flip-phone, selected your number on it, and put it to his ear. Every time, however, he was sent to voicemail. He left a message every time he was.

“Y/n, it's me, Mike.”

“If you're alive, Y/n, please reach out if you can.”

“Please Y/n, I- I'm hopeless without you.”

“Okay. The third time wasn't the charm, neither was the fourth. Maybe the fifth time will be the one? I dunno. I have no idea if or when you'll hear this, but... Ever since I've known you, I've felt... So at home. You're the only person I know who seems to care about me, and- I… I can't lose you. Please.” Mike said into the phone.

“Mike?” Your voice came from the receiver, laughing slightly.

Mike’s heart nearly leaped out of his ribcage. “Y/N?!” He shouted. He was so alarmed because your voice sounded perfectly okay. “This- isn't some sort of prank, right?” He whispered in denial.

Your airy chuckles came crackling over the phone. “Mike, I'm okay. I'm at work. I just went on break and saw you were sending me like, three or four voicemails. Is everything okay?” You asked him seriously now.

Mike pulled over on the side of the street and teared up in disbelief. He ran a hand through his hair after putting the car in Park.

Abby was very confused by this entire situation. She was looking out the windows with her brows scrunched. “What's going on, Mike?” She asked.

“Ah, I hear a certain little girl is there with you?” You teased.

“Yeah, uh…” Mike mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. “Listen, I- I have no idea what happened. I just heard you were in danger and I panicked and didn't think things through and-”

“Oh, Mike. I'm coming over to you. Are you out of the house already?” You asked.

“I'm… right next to your work building, actually.” Mike chuckled breathily.

“Ah, I see. I'll be right out, okay?” You told him.

“M’kay.” He muttered, sniffling slightly, causing you to frown.

“I’ll see you outside.” You said before hanging up.

Mike pulled into a parking spot in front of your workplace and you walked right out the front door and trotted towards his car. He couldn't believe it.

There you were, perfectly fine and alive. You got in on the passenger side of the car. “Hi, Mike.” You greeted him softly.

And just like that, the man crumbled, and tears spilled. He hid his face in his hands and his shoulders shook with each sob.

“Oh, come here, buddy.” You cooed, unbuckling his seatbelt and hugging him over the console between the both of your seats. You pet his messy hair softly. Clearly, he had been in a rush to get here to you, for he didn't have the time to brush his hair and get himself tidy. “It's okay. I'm here, I'm okay, I'm alive.” You whispered reassuringly, holding him to your chest as best as you could in this awkward setting of the front seats in his car.

Eventually, you had all gotten home and you made dinner, as you felt obligated to, considering you unintentionally scared Mike that day.

Once Abby was sent to bed, Mike revealed that he had a dream that you had gotten into an accident at work, and to him, it felt so real that he believed it was reality.

“I’m so sorry that happened, baby. Dreams are so weird.” You told him, hugging him for the nth time that night.

Mike had a special little spot under your chin and on your collarbone where he could just bury his face into. He whimpered softly, holding your shirt in his balled fists.

You kissed his forehead softly as he relaxed in your arms, moving his head down so it was now in your lap, resting against your thighs and using them for pillows. You played with his hair and hummed softly, the quiet sound of your singing gently lulling him to sleep, and soon you found yourself joining Mike in the realm of dreams.

>> end.

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livingemkayde · 9 months

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ch iii. diced

joel miller x f!reader x unrequited!tommy miller (no outbreak AU)

chapter three of chaser

warnings: 18+ minors please dni. phone sex?? yeah…phone sex. graphic depictions of male and female masturbation. dom!joel makes a reappearance. too much tension for one story. love triangle forming formed. mild allusions to physical fighting but only verbal fighting with the brothers LOL. age gap, reader is 23 and joel is 35. Tommy is 30. (ages of all characters and plot do not follow canon strictly for the story’s sake). reader in her girl boss era (not sexually tho lol).

a/n: ooooooooo i love you guys and im glad youre liking the story. im really happy with the way this chapter came out. WIG. please enjoy!!

summary: tensions run high at a family dinner at the miller's house. tommy drops you off at home, but its joel who ends up being the one talking to you until you fall asleep.

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“Fighting at the table. Thought you were a gentleman,” you chuckle, nervously. That right? Your breath hitches. “Yeah.” Not anymore? “Not too sure anymore.” ‘M sure I can convince you. “You can try.”

You like cooking.

You like the meticulous steps involved in following a recipe.

You like how when it’s done, you can share it with the people you love.

You stand at the kitchen counter, dicing an onion. Joel’s silent words ring in your mind as you stare down at the small little squares.

You find your cheeks reddening more with each tick of the minute hand. The boys will be home later from their long day with the electrician. You asked one of Sarah’s teammates to drop her off at the house since your car was out of commission.

The hours pass by, the chicken gets golden brown in the heat of the oven, salad gets tossed, potatoes get mashed.

The Millers file in, Sarah first — she slumps down on the couch as you try to get her to wash up and put on a fresh set of clothes before setting up camp in front of the TV.

She grumbles, but ultimately gives in, too tired to complain. You send her back to the couch after she’s done with a bowl of grapes and a cookie.

Tommy is next, surprisingly sans his brother at his side.

“Hey…” you greet him with confusion laced in your tone.

“Hey,” he gives you a hug, like always, and shuffles into the kitchen. He doesn’t say anything about Joel which seems weird.

“Smells fuckin’ amazing ‘n here,” Tommy grumbles to himself, giving you a teasing squeeze on your hip while you pass to check on the chicken.

He sits down at the table, his hand rubbing over his forehead.

“Where’s Joel?” you inquire. Trying to keep your tone from sounding too interested.

“Dunno, dropped me off and said he needed to check on something,” he grovels.

You nod your head.

Strange.

“How was your day?” he asks, you just shrug.

“Tire’s fuck. ‘S alright though.”

He nods, his head comes back to his hands.

“Long day?” you ask, looking at him sympathetically.

“Yeah,” he groans, standing to sneak a taste at the potatoes with a small spoon in hand.

“Hey! Wait—” you attempt to stop his tricks, but he just laughs when you try to bat his hand away.

“Electrican was a fuckin’ dick ‘n the drywall shipment is late so…” he huffs out, leaning back against the kitchen counter. You settle against the other counter, across the kitchen — the two of you facing each other.

“‘M sorry,” you say and try to smile. These things happen with the brothers. The day's work seeping into dinner. You usually try to cheer up Tommy before he sits down with Sarah, but Joel is a different story. “Can you do anything about the guy?”

“Not really, he’s supposed to be the best,” he shrugs. You stalk over near him, moving to stir the potatoes again, but he plays with the tail ends of your apron, and surprisingly, pulls you into a hug.

You know it’s what he needs right now. A hug from a friend, and when the front door opens, you

hope everyone in the room understands it's nothing more than that.

Joel stands in the entryway. You can see him out of the corner of your eye. You can also see him hesitate in shrugging off his boots and flannel, taking in the scene unfolding before his eyes.

Tommy Miller slumped against the counter with you in his arms.

You pull away quickly.

“Hey Joel,” you say, your hand coming to rub the back of your neck.

“You makin’ dinner?” He asks, nodding his head at your greeting. You figure he’s pissed off about the day too, and seeing you with Tommy first thing when he opens the door certainly can’t help.

“Yeah, just some chicken,” you say to him as he moves to kiss Sarah’s head and makes his way towards you and Tommy.

“It’ll be ready soon,” you follow up with, he gives you a grunt in response, opening the fridge to get a beer.

Joel passes you, and just when you think he’s too pissed to save it, he gives you a look. The one that leaves you breathless, the same look he always does — but only for a fleeting second with Tommy still close to your side.

He leans down to your ear in passing, putting a steady hand on your low back that sends chills up your spine and whispers in a husky voice —

“Thanks for cookin’ darlin’.”

Jesus.

You try to hide your flush but a smile falls on your face — Tommy notices. You know he notices, he’s not stupid. He runs a hand through his hair and lets out a ragged breath.

You can’t think of anything besides, get the attention off you.

“Sarah?” you call from the kitchen, you see her eyes peek out from over the couch.

“Help me set the table, will you, doll?”

“Sure,” she calls back.

You move to grab the napkins and cutlery, but Tommy’s hands stop your movements. You look up to him at your side, he smiles at you.

“Let me help,” he says, taking the cloth out of your hand.

“Oh — okay. Thanks,” you say, brushing your hands off, setting up Sarah’s utensils instead.

You shrug off your apron. Joel watches you the whole time while leaning against the sink. When you meet his eye, he just raises his eyebrows at you, taking another sip of his beer.

You pull the chicken out of the oven, setting everything on the table.

“Come get it, guys,” you say, pulling out Sarah’s chair. She sits by Tommy, he ruffles her hair — her giggling echoing through the kitchen like always.

You sit across from them, Joel at the head of the small table. It's funny. Most days you have dinner at the house, it doesn’t feel as formal as this. Tommy and Joel sit on the couch sometimes, watching whatever is on the TV, you help Sarah with her food at the table.

But most days you have takeout or leftovers — not a meal you cooked.

“How was soccer today?” you ask Sarah as she spoons mashed potatoes into her mouth.

“It was so fun, Katie even got us matching bracelets,” she says, holding out her wrist, a clunky beaded bracelet hangs off it.

“Very cool,” you admire the colorful charms, the brothers pretend to be interested.

“Sorry I couldn’t pick you up, my tire popped,” you say to her. She gives you a confused look.

“How does that even happen?”

“You’re telling me, kid,” you smile at her, shaking your head. She laughs back.

“Speakin’ of that,” Joel cuts in, “Went by the shop to get a tire but they were closed. I'll take you tomorrow.”

“Oh — thanks, Joel,” you say, sipping on some water to hide your blush.

Tommy grumbles from across the table.

“What was that?” you ask, he looks at you, then Joel, a certain uneasiness falls over the table.

Some silence. He keeps looking at Joel with an emotion you can’t place.

“Told Joel I would take you,” he says after some time.

Fuck.

You sneak a glance at Joel. He looks at Tommy with a stiff stare. The room feels tense, other than Sarah picking at her salad.

“Oh — it’s,” you nervously chuckle. “It’s okay. Actually I can probably —”

“I gave her the tow,” Joel cuts you off. But he’s not talking to you, he’s talking to Tommy.

You watch the wordless scene unfolding in front of you in awe. Your brows push together in a silent plea to stop. But the boys don’t look at you. They don’t break from looking at each other.

“She called me,” Tommy says, the dinner in front of them abandoned.

“You didn't go.”

Fuck.

“It's really not a problem, I can—”

“I’ll help you change it,” Tommy cuts you off, glancing in your direction, then back to Joel.

“I can change a tire,” Joel snaps, his voice raising slightly.

You give them both a look, hoping to shut them up, but they don’t even glance your way.

“Once your car is fixed can you take me to the library again after soccer?” Sarah says over the silence.

You look back at her and try to make it seem like everything is okay.

“Of course!” you say, cringing at your nervous intonation, but she giggles and thanks you nonetheless.

“I know how to change a tire, but thanks for the offer,” you say, a nervous laugh breezing through your words. “Tommy, it’s okay that you couldn’t come —”

You’re cut off again. It seems like you’re not really in this conversation. And they’re not really arguing about the tire.

“I couldn’t go because you fucked it with the electrician,” Tommy bites back.

“Tommy,” you say in a stern voice, looking at Sarah, and back to Tommy, a scowl across your face. But he doesn’t look back.

It looks like Sarah is almost done with dinner anyways, her eyes trained towards the TV in the living room.

“You done kiddo?” you whisper to her. She snaps out of it and nods, you tell her to put her plates in the sink and slip her another cookie.

“Go pick out a book to read before bed.”

She leaves. The tension doesn’t.

“‘N why was the electrician mad?” Joel bites back when you join the table again.

“Jesus,” Tommy says, he pulls back from their staring first, running a rough hand through his hair.

“No, why was he mad?” Joel scowls. “Was it because you forgot to confirm for the drywall?”

“Joel,” you say, confused why he’s still letting this go on. Of course, he doesn’t look at you.

Tommy just scoffs, avoiding everyone’s gaze while staring down at the floor. You see his shoulders puffing.

A few more moments of unbearably tense silence. You don’t want to step in, this is obviously some stupid argument and you have no idea what you could possibly say to make it better. You’re partially scared, and halfway pissed because they’re fighting and cursing in front of Sarah — ruining the meal you spent the afternoon making.

“‘S what I thought,” Joel announces to the table.

Your eyes widen more if that’s possible.

Oh, fuck.

Tommy slams his fist on the table, standing, Joel gets to his feet too. You stand, moving around the table before any blows are actually thrown, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” you say, your voice is a little hushed because of Sarah.

“I dunno,” Joel whispers, still looking at Tommy. “What are we doin’.” It's a question, but it doesn’t sound like one.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“You guys will figure it out with the electrician,” you say, hesitant, you’re not sure if that will make the situation any better, but you’re trying your best.

“And I can take care of my own tire,” you let out a breathless laugh, trying to diffuse the tension.

Joel looks over to you at that, and his brows slightly unfurrow.

You look at Tommy, but he looks furious.

“Guys,” you say, looking between them, pleading with your voice.

The clock continues counting — seemingly without the three of you — suspended, or maybe frozen in time. It feels like hours, you all stand there. You can see Joel’s hand ball into a first. Even when the chicken goes cold, and the drinks get lukewarm, they stand. You’re beginning to worry nothing you can say will fix this. Their competitive nature has always been apparent, but this is something different. Like they’re talking to each other without words, and you won’t ever be able to understand their unspoken language.

“I’m gonna head out,” Tommy finally says, breaking first. You let out a sign, stepping back, holding a hand to your forehead.

“Thanks for cooking. I — do you need a ride?” Tommy says, grabbing his coat.

Fuck. It never stops, does it?

You look over at Joel for a split second when Tommy looks down to get his shoes.

Go.

He says with his eyes.

You wonder how many infinite laters can be braced on his silent eyes before it all spills out and buries you alive.

But he says it.

Later.

You nod, still a bit shaken up by the stalemate.

“Okay. Let me just clean up,” you say, grabbing at some dishes.

“I got it,” Joel cuts in, taking the dishes from your hands, nodding his head towards Tommy.

You mumble a quiet thanks and follow Tommy out the door.

It's silent when you get in the car, and when you pull out onto the street. You pick at the skin on your fingernails, a nervous sweat breaks out in your palms. Tommy is tense beside you. His knuckles on the steering wheel show white.

“I —” he huffs out a breath, already nearing your house. “‘M sorry.”

He sounds actually genuine. And you know he’s had a shit day.

“What was all that, Tommy?” you ask in a quiet voice.

“I don't know.” He shakes his head, rearing your house, and pulling up, putting the car in park.

“Work and then I —” he laughs a bit. “I fuckin’ told Joel I would take you so, I don't even know what he was —” he drops his head.

“I don't know. I'm sorry.”

You feel a bit bad.

“I appreciate the offers but I can do things on my own, T. You know that,” you say, bracing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“I know. I — I just wanted to help,” he grovels.

“I know,” you echo, giving him a smile.

He smiles back.

“Haven't seen Joel that worked up in a while,” he says, shaking his head.

“Work’s getting to him, maybe. Just like it's getting to you,” you tease, poking his shoulder. You're a bit breathless from his brainless comment about Joel.

“Maybe. I dunno —” he huffs. “Anyways. Let me make it up to you.”

You raise your brows at his words.

“We'll take you out on friday? Bar?”

Your eyes widen.

As in — you and Joel in a bar again. Together.

And Tommy.

“Oh, um —” your phone buzzes in your hand, Joel’s name pops up and you try to hide it quickly. “Okay. Sure.”

“Drinks on me,” he winks, you pull off your seatbelt, giving him a fake appreciative look.

“$1 beers, wow thank you so much, Tommy,” you say, putting a hand to your chest.

“Shut up, you're lucky I offered,” he teases as you hop out of the truck.

“See you,” you wave.

“Get some sleep, babe.”

You roll your eyes.

“Goodnight,” you say back, closing the car door and walking inside.

Your heart picks up at the thought of going back to the bar you and Joel first met. You know the brothers frequent the place. To say you were nervous was an understatement. And Joel definitely doesn’t know about Tommy’s plans yet.

You haul yourself upstairs to your bedroom, you’re slipping on a big t-shirt from your dresser, and washing up when you hear your phone buzzing from your bed.

Your phone buzzes again, you pull it out from under your pillow, it's Joel.

But he's calling you.

You freeze with the phone in your hand.

Fuck.

Joel has never called you. Even when he gave you his number at the bar it was him asking for you to call him. His name flashing on your screen makes you squirm.

Joel M.

It’s the same from all those weeks ago. You never bothered to change it to his full last name — you remember when he put it in your phone and all his touches prior. You remember everything about that night.

You don't want it to go to voicemail so you take a deep breath, and answer the call. You put the phone up to your ear hesitantly, your breath a bit shaky.

“Hello?”

Where are you?

No preamble. No greeting.

“I’m home. I just got home,” you say, breathless.

‘Preciate you cookin’.

“Sure,” you breathe out, you’re a bit confused why he’s calling you just to say thanks.

He stays silent for a while.

‘M sorry. ‘Bout dinner.

Your long sigh crosses the line.

“Fighting at the table. Thought you were a gentleman,” you chuckle, nervously.

That right?

Your breath hitches.

“Yeah.”

Not anymore?

“Not too sure anymore.”

‘M sure I can convince you.

“You can try.”

You can hear his silken breath echo through the call. The static pierces through the ringing in your ears. You settle on your bed, laying on your back as you desperately try to imagine what he’s doing right now. The white ceiling above you maps out his face.

He clears his throat like he’s scared of continuing down that road.

Get home okay?

You roll your eyes even though he can’t see you.

“Yes, Tommy is capable of things, you know.”

He doesn’t respond. You try to lighten the mood.

“Said you guys are gonna take me out on Friday,” he grunts. “Make it up to me or something.”

Is that what you want?

“Could be fun.”

Could be.

“I haven’t been out in a while.”

Yeah?

“Mhm. You guys are a full time job.”

When was the last time you went out?

You freeze. He knows the last time. You both know the last time you went out to the bar downtown. You’re sure of that fact, and that he hears your breath get heavy through the phone.

You think about being indirect. Beating around the bush. Teasing. Say something snarky like you know the last time but it’s getting a bit old, and there’s no hiding things now.

“When I met you,” you settle for. You hear his own breath through the line.

He stays silent, obviously a bit shocked by your sudden bluntness. You try to keep it lighthearted, even though the notion is anything but.

“Might have to go shopping if we’re goin’ out,” you laugh.

Nah, could just wear the skirt from last time.

Jesus.

“You remember?” you gulp.

‘Course I do.

You try to laugh, but it comes out strangled.

“Didn’t know you thought about me so much, Miller.”

I always think about you.

Jesus, fuck.

So much for being light hearted.

Maybe this is the later he kept telling you, but it doesn’t feel like it. To you, later, meant hey, let's talk about whatever this is, later and not, let's flirt with each other over the phone, later. You keep trying to picture him. There’s no way he’s sitting in the living room or in the kitchen with you on the phone like this. Right?

Your fingers find the soft cotton hidden under your too-big shirt. You play with the hem of your underwear absentmindedly.

You hear him shuffling a bit.

“Where are you?”

My bedroom.

“What are you doing?”

Sittin’ down.

“Where?”

Jesus.

“What?”

What are you tryin’ to get at?

“I just wanna know what you’re doing.”

I’m —

He hesitates for the first time all night.

I’m on my bed. What are you doin’?

“I’m laying in bed.”

He sucks in a breath.

“That all you’re doin’?”

There it is. The point of no return, the final tipping point, the flood gates opening, and never, ever shutting again — at least for tonight. For now, at this moment — whatever happens after this is up in the air. But you don’t think about that right now. All you can think about is how the drawl in his voice somehow compels you to sneak past the hem of your underwear.

“Maybe. Why’d you call me?”

Wanted to apologize.

“That’s it?”

Maybe.

He echoes your previous statement. You smile. The rising heat between your legs comes to a breaking point. So you bite the bullet.

“Joel,” you say, his breaths are a bit husky. You know he can hear the small whimper in your voice.

What do you need, angel?

“Can I? Please?”

Yes, fuck — yes. Askin’ so nicely f’me.

You let out a puff of air through stiff lips. Your fingers find your swollen clit, sinking down towards your entrance to collect the growing wetness there. You strangle out moans and something sounding like Joel’s name.

You’re about to push two fingers inside yourself, when his voice cuts through the phone.

Only one.

It’s like he can read your mind.

“Joel —” you whisper, a plea, but he cuts you off.

C’mon be good for me, baby.

You grovel, and your cheeks heat at how easily you comply, not really putting up any fight. You can’t. Not when he sounds like that, close to your ear, his words of praise pushing you closer to the edge as you sink your middle finger inside and gasp at the intrusion.

Feel good?

You can hear him shuffling, a small groan sounds from the other side of the line. You know what he’s doing, and it pushes you even further, maybe even becoming more bold.

“Joel — need more,” you whine. You can hear him working himself. Your finger does nothing to stretch yourself out. Not when you think about the night at the bar, and how the sweet sting of his cock made you see stars.

One more — slow.

You groan as you slip another finger inside. The wetness from your entrance ruins your underwear, and threatens to spill out onto your bedding as well.

You whine nonsense to him. You’re worked up, have been too distracted the last few weeks to touch yourself or seek anyone out. You didn’t even want to knowing you would see Joel the next day. He was enough to keep you going. But you’re just a woman. And you have needs.

Feel good, baby? Tell me how it feels.

You pump your wrist faster, your orgasm nearing. You desperately rut against the palm of your hand, your shirt riding up. His words from the other side of the line spur you on further.

“‘S good, Joel. Feels so — good.”

Fuck, say my name again.

Your eyes open slightly at that, the plea mirroring when he had you up against the wall in the bar. His name. He always wants you to say his name.

“Joel —” you whine. “Wish it was you.”

I know, baby, I know.

“Please.”

You know we can’t.

“God — fuck,” you whimper to him. The mixture of your own fingers crooking just right inside you threatens to push you into a white hot orgasm. You don’t know where the next thing you say comes from. Or if you’d ever let another guy do this with you. But it feels right in the moment. And the sound of him working himself faster tells you he’s close too.

“Can I cum? Please?” you whisper.

You swear you can hear his hand stutter. The groan he lets out at your words is closer to a growl.

Jesus, fuck — such an angel. You know that right?

“Joel,” you continue, too blissed out to acknowledge his praise. It shoots right down to the spot you keep working on instead.

Not yet — know you’ll be a good girl and wait f’me.

You do, wait for him. Your fingers slow down a fraction, staving you off your fast approaching orgasm. You can hear him work himself, the thought of him finishing into his palm makes it that much harder for you to hold off.

Fuck baby — goddamn —

“Joel, please?” you whine when he starts to calm down his breathing. You’re teetering right on the edge. The only thing keeping you from falling is the thought of his praise.

Alright — fuck — let me hear you, baby.

You come hard around your fingers, biting into your lip hard in favor of screaming. Your back arches off the bed, the phone threatens to slip from your hand, you can barely hear Joel’s praise in the back of your head. It’s almost like he’s really here, whispering into your neck while you climax.

You expect your post orgasmic haze to send you into a spiral about a certain brother and the fact that technically you just got off on the phone with your boss. But it doesn’t, you fall back into the mattress, spent. Joel’s words ring through your ears, whispering praises.

He tells you to get some rest.

You do.

chapter iv. tacit

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hotchfiles · 4 months

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can i request prompt 14 and 17 with remus!? Maybe the third person is james in both cases?

Would be awesome if you could include both the prompts in the same

send me one of my boys + a prompt

remus + reader ⋆ "can you both just kiss and make up—" both of you: JAMES— + almost kissing. but somebody walks in. "HOLY FUCK, ABOUT TIME THIS HAPPENS! I'M SO SORRY, PLEASE CONTINUE—"

you both weren't on speaking terms for almost two weeks now, thirteen days. even during breaks from hogwarts you two wouldn't go as long without as much as a letter. but there you were, sat in the same room, avoiding each other's gaze as much as humanly possible, talking to everyone else besides each other.

of course, of course, remus was the one to start it, he was the one to avoid you like the bloody plague after making out with you at a gryffindor party. you tried looking for him, talking to him, confessing, and the boys would always cover for him, he's not here, dunno where he went. and what were you if not the pettiest fifth year hogwarts has ever had? you could avoid him too, better, you could simply not talk to him at all. not a hello, not a good night. if he couldn't face you to reject you properly, you wouldn't face him at all.

it was getting ridiculous, it was messing up the whole group dynamics, lily and james had to switch desk mates to acommodate your resolve, lily sitting with remus as she felt you would go as far as isolate yourself from all the boys if it meant getting your point made, so she wouldn't give you the chance to, james would be your desk mate. to you, not that big of a problem (but oh, james was a talker, was he always? did he ever shut up?).

as the minutes passed and you kept quiet, sleepiness took over, the fireplace warm, the voices of your friends bringing a sense of home and security, you lay flat on the comfortable rug, your arm going to your eyes to block the light, no one says anything, it's something you're used to do.

you're not sure how much time has passed since you dozed off, it could be minutes or hours, but you were awaken to muffling sounds and one particular voice you knew being raised above it.

"she's the one not talking to me, why're you ganging up on me!?" your eyes opened immediately as your upper body flew up, eyebrows close in a frown as you glanced over remus.

"i'm not talking to you!? now you're blaming me!?" your tone made every sound disappear, only breathing being heard from everyone in the common room. you can see other students outside of your little friend group shuffle around getting their things to leave what seemed to be the beginning of a fight.

remus doesn't even bother to answer, shrugging it off as if it was an obvious thing, that you were the one making things harder and weird. you curl both your hands into fists, trying to keep your cool, "you vanished, avoided me and asked the three moronic musketeers to cover for you." gasps come from the other marauders at the offense, remus opens his mouth to reply, nothing comes out. he didn't think it was that obvious, he had been thinking you were ignoring him.

"my dudes, just, can you just kiss and make up—" james proves that no, he indeed doesn't ever shut up, earning the most genuine yell of his name coming from both you and remus.

your mood and your body softens as you glance over remus for the first time in days, actually taking him in, he looked tired as always, but his eyes were glued on you, sweet, yearning. lily is quick to notice the switch, pushing all the boys outside so you two could talk.

the two of you stay silent, but remus takes it on himself to make the first move and try to fix what apparently he was the one to break in the first place. he gets up from where he is, getting closer to you as your heart beat like it hadn't done that the past two weeks. he offers his hand and pulls you up, not hugging, not touching more than the hold on your hand.

but he's so close you can hear his heart, his breathing, his scent is manly and sweet and you're drowning in him, your eyes glued to his as you try not to sink. "i thought you'd want to forget it." it being the several minutes his hands roamed your body as your lips didn't leave his. or the way his hands gripped on your waist to dear life, almost scared you would disappear in thin air. you take one step closer, but you don't reply, in case he has more to say, and he always does, he's an over explainer by heart. "you were—hammered. i needed time to deal with that."

why couldn't he just ask. why did he just assume you were only kissing him because you were too drunk? the question comes quick and the answer is in his eyes so evidently it makes your heart bleed. because he's insecure and thinks that little of himself. your hands pull his collar without thinking, the desire to show him how silly that was, and his hands find balance in your waist not to fall over you.

it's happening again, your lips are about to touch, you're about to feel him again. if it wasn't for james coming into the goddamn room talking about his forgotten scarf. "HOLY FUCK, ABOUT TIME THIS HAPPENS! I'M SO SORRY, PLEASE CONTINUE—"

remus takes notice and uses the opportunity to regain a bit of dominance, pulling you to him in the kiss you were both longing the past thirteen days. thirteen days he spent thinking of you, remembering the party, wishing he could feel your lips on his again, writing little notes to send you and throwing it away, glancing at you hoping you'd glance back at him so he could somehow read you for answers, was he in love alone?

no. he wasn't. and now he finally knew and he could melt in your arms as he always wished to.

#lari writes blurbs #THIS TOOK SO LONG AND ITS SHORTER THAN I WANTED BUT #hope you like it ;;#remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin scenario #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus x you #remus x reader #remus x y/n #marauders x reader #marauders x y/n #marauders x you

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princessbrunette · 4 months

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JJ who is thirsting and horny after the pretty daughter of the Kook family he works for but gets cornered and roughed up by Rafe andhis croonies bc it's Rafe who 'deserves you since you're basically of the same breed, not a dirty Pogue like him', plus you're too good for someone like JJ who only wants you for pussy and money while Rafe is a born protector, all aggressive and territorial, so he's obviously the better choice for you.

I think the boys would genuinely start tweaking if you ever pranced around in that pretty pink frily bikini of yours in your garden amd send them a wave and sweet smile :/

ohhhhh my god. oh my god im obsessed . “while rafe is a born protector, all aggressive and territorial” what if i nutted

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rafe literally wanting to explode when jj shows up as a waiter at midsummers and you all but squeal and run over to him and throw your arms around his neck so excited to see him !! and rafe tugs you away by the arm, gritting his teeth like “you’re here with me, remember?” giving your arm a threatening squeeze but like technically your parents set that up n you can hug who u want !! 🙄

jayj getting kinda spooked when you hug him like that in public because he’s so conscious about your family seeing, he doesn’t wanna get in trouble bc he really needs his job! so he kinda just gives your waist a little squeeze like “uh—hey there, sweetheart, oop, watch the hands— kinda on the clock here but uh, you havin’ fun?” conversing w you before you get yanked away by rafe … 🙄

rafe and his friends roughing him up in the bathroom whilst rafe lectures him :(( “talk t’me, pogue —what is it you really want, nah nah, it’s all good. we’re all guys here.” getting in his face. “is it money? know you don’t have much of that. hey, if i had my wallet, id definitely donate a lil’ something to your cause but uh, this is a new suit.” he pats himself down.

“think i’ll have to pass on that.” jj strains, struggling in kelces headlock.

“what is it then… is it pussy? you…” he huffs out a laugh. “you think she’s gonna give it up for a dirtbag like you? dirtyin’ up that pretty pink bed of hers?” jj doesn’t say anything, continuing to try and fight his way out and rafe just laughs. “knew it, s’always pussy man. you just wanna get right up in there, don’t you maybank. spread those legs and go to town, probably never had anything like that huh? just busted dirty pogue pussy. listen man i— i almost feel sorry for you... it’s so not happening.”

and then jj spits in his face which makes rafe laugh again, pulling back and wiping his face with an amused “oh?”

ofc you walk in at the worst time, brows all furrowed playing with the material of your dress. “what’s going on?” looking between the boys. rafe of course swoops in, joining you at your side with a hand at your lower back.

“i dunno! came in here n’your friend started tweakin’ out, swinging on me. you probably shouldn’t talk to him anymore, babe.”

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#anon #jj x reader x rafe

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saiidahyunie · 4 months

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wherever u r

minatozaki sana x reader ; fluff

synopsis: it's friday after work, but you thought it'd be fun to send sana on a wild goose chase.

wc: 1.5k

a/n: happy (proper) birthday to my main bias wrecker and one of my nine wives!

wherever u r by umi

—

sana walks out of her office with momo, answering texts from her parents and family friends who greeted a happy birthday despite working when she should’ve taken the day off. all that was left to do was be on her way home to finally see you.

a smile was plastered on her face only to be followed by a confounding expression at your text.

y/n

don’t come home just yet

i have something for you to do

*various attachments sent*

sana bursts out in confusion at what you sent her as momo cocks her head at sana wondering what you sent her.

“what happened sana?”

“y/n is really giving me errands when i should be going home!” sana exclaims out loud, kneeling on the ground covering her head.

momo giggles at sana’s distressed state as she hands the phone to her to see the different attachments that you sent her, realizing that this was something that you had been working on for the last two weeks or so.

“i think y/n is asking you for something about these places she sent you, almost like a scavenger hunt.”

“what?!”

“i dunno, but this is pretty interesting coming from her so i think you should give it a try.” momo says, handing the phone back to her as she stood up from the ground, starting to walk momo to the train station.

“what do you think this is momo?” sana asks, clicking on the different attachments on the message that shows different locations spread across the city.

“that’s for you to figure out, you’re the birthday girl after all.” momo quirks back as her and sana reach the entrance to the subway.

sana could only pout at momo as she smiled back, “whatever y/n has for you, i like this idea so i’ll probably steal it for jihyo’s birthday soon.”

“a scavenger hunt huh.” sana hums, pulling momo for a hug, “thank you for the meal earlier momo.”

momo murmurs in response, “of course sana, anything for my work bestie. i’ll see you soon, okay?!”

“get home safe mo!” sana waves off momo as she enters the subway, smiling as she looks back down on her phone again at the new messages.

y/n

ready for your scavenger hunt?

sana

is this what you were planning for my bday???

y/n

well…

this is just one part don’t worry

anyways go to this location first

you did say you liked walking :)

sana sighed out with a bit of excitement in her breath, determined to uncover this mystery game you had laid out for her as she began to make her way to the first location you sent her.

—

the first location turned out to be a restaurant that was about fifteen minutes away from sana’s workplace as she stood in front of it still perplexed as to why you made her walk to this place first. that was when she got the text message from you again.

y/n

the first time we met, even though the steak that i ordered was a bit undercooked, it was still a great time.

you then send a picture of the small group that went out to eat dinner that included you, momo, sana, jihyo, and nayeon outside the restaurant. you were behind sana in the second row of the girls and little did sana know that you and her would be talking a lot more to each other after that night.

sana smiles at the memory as she sees the second location you sent her, tilting her head at her phone from the address that you given her, shaking her head as she begins to start walking towards it’s direction.

—

the second location happened to be the national museum that was in the middle of town. sana had to take the bus to get here since she lost her sense of direction for a cool seven minutes before realizing that she made a typo to the address in her maps app.

once she made her way into the museum, sana remembered how you had a fascination for modern art. what was more intriguing was the inventory of chairs from this one collector that turned his collection into an exhibition and you were taking a lot of pictures. sana smiles at the many art pieces scattered around the room as she feels her phone vibrate again.

y/n

of all the pieces that were in that exhibition, i was only focused on one certain artwork and that was you.

sana then sees the picture of herself looking up at one of the ceiling pieces that was inspired by michelangelo’s sistine chapel in italy and smiles at how you managed to get a candid picture of her in the museum. followed by another picture of you and sana sitting together, your face pressed against hers while eating some ice cream as it was one of the many sentimental dates that sana really enjoyed with you.

as she walked out of the museum, sana gets one last message from you as she sat down on the steps to take a break.

y/n

they say the invisible red string tied to you will always bring you to the person you’re destined with

but what if that fateful person is waiting for you at home?

sana reads that second message and immediately shoots back up standing, running to the nearest bus station, not having a care for her feet considering that she was running in two inch heels. that wouldn’t matter however since she knew the last location of this little scavenger hunt would end at.

—

once sana jumbled the keys into the door, she runs inside the for a few moments, only to see that the lights were still on around the apartment, trying to catch her breath as she starts to discard her heels and handbag before letting herself fully relax into the couch before her phone buzzes for probably the final time tonight.

“hello?” sana answers with a soft smile as she leans her head back to relax.

“did you have fun with your little scavenger hunt baby?” you ask her, the enthusiasm in your voice giving sana an eagerness to know even after being together with you for four years.

sana perks her head back up again, “i did y/n, i loved the locations you sent me to.”

“you probably might be wondering where i am, but don’t worry i just went out for a walk.”

“figured.” sana sighed out as she took off the small cropped blazer from her body, letting it fall to the right side of her as she leaned back. “i have one more topic to talk about with you if that’s okay.”

sana hums in disagreement, “i love when you have something to talk about with me, i get so reeled in with your words.”

you softly chuckle into the phone before sana hears a few sounds of shuffling in the background before breathing in again to prepare yourself.

“remember my text about the red string theory?”

“mhm, remind me again about what it is.”

“let me ask you this babe; do you believe our relationship was a blessing or fate?”

sana pulls the phone away from her ear for a few seconds to think before answering your question.

“i would say it can be both, but ultimately it was fate for us to be together.”

“you think so?”

“i have never met a person who could be so grounded with themselves. how they don’t let any hardships get in the way of their success. they constantly treat me so well with so much love and respect that sometimes i didn’t think i ever deserved to have. you have been the greatest blessing for me y/n, and maybe standing up to that blind date to meet you instead was fate in itself don’t you think?”

silence filled up the call yet again as you were left speechless on the other end.

“that’s cute and beautifully put sana. i couldn’t have said it any better.”

sana hears the door open and sees you walk in, standing up instantly as you hung up the call, wearing the happiest look on your face as sana sheds a small tear once you made your way closer to her.

you’d been away from her a little too long for your liking so it only felt right to give her a meaningful hug as you two stayed like that for a bit, just taking time with the shared embrace of each other.

“so i take you like my answer?” sana asks you as you break the hug momentarily to get something from the dining room, returning back with a bouquet of twenty seven roses for your longtime girlfriend. sana covers her face in shock with the tender gift you offered her while you stood there smiling.

“i will be there wherever you are in the world, even if my feelings for you at times will make me weak or insignificant. i know one thing for sure, you are the fate that i cannot defy myself from.”

sana steps forward to press her lips with yours, brushing against hers every passing second as you caress her cheek. never getting tired of how soft and loving her lips felt before pulling back away.

“happy birthday again my love, let’s enjoy your special day together.”

#sana day!!!!!#shacember #kpop x reader #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice sana #twice #minatozaki sana #sana x reader #minatozaki sana x reader #sana fluff #twice fluff #saiiidahyunee

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l0vergirlwrites · 3 months

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superstar ; steve harrington

synopsis: how steve treats his girlfriend after watching her perform on stage in her college musical.

warnings: just steve being a bit cheeky & fluff!!

note: i’m desperately trying to get out of my writing funk, so send some sweet requests for me!!!

“oooo, guess who’s boyfriend is waiting outside…”

the girls in the green room erupted in laughter & teasing glances towards you, causing your face to grow hot.

“stoppppp” you dragged out with a wide smile, knowing they meant well.

keeping your focus on unpinning your hair so you could brush through the strands, some of your friends rushed to your side in front of the bulbed vanity mirror.

“sooo,” hannah grinned. “what do you think lover boy thought of the show?”

“i hoped he liked it—h-he’s not a musical kind of guy, so i hoped it was fine” you said while dropping a couple bobby pins on the counter, sighing when the tension on your head started to subside.

“personally, he better of loved it—especially hearing your solo—ohmygod!!! it gave me goosebumps” lainey chimed in as she reapplied her lipgloss. “plus, your ass looked really good in that skirt”

the other girls quickly agreed with her, causing you to nudge their elbows in laughter. “what?? i’m just speaking the truth” lainey defended, making eye contact with you in the mirror as you gave her a knowing look.

as the other girls switched the conversation to something about some cast drama while the green room emptied out, you carefully removed your mic tape & mic pack from your bra so you could change into something more comfortable—sweat shorts & a cropped t-shirt with sneakers; the prime after show outfit.

“ready to see lover boy?” the girls asked once you lifted your duffel bag onto your shoulder, ready to head into the chaos outside.

rolling your eyes jokingly, you walked over to the door with a sigh “you’re never gonna stop calling him that huh? all because i said it one time”

“you know it!”

the green room door made a loud creak as it opened, but the bustling environment in the large theatre lobby over powered it. as your friends bid you goodbye as they spotted their respective family & friends, your eyes scanned the crowd for steve.

it didn’t take to long to find him—leaning against a nearby wall with a bouquet of your favourite flowers in hand.

“stevie!” you called out & his head immediately turned in your direction, giving him his cue to rush towards you with the proudest grin you’ve ever seen on his lips.

within seconds, steve’s freehand held your cheek & he was kissing you hard—almost breathlessly—as his hand with the bouquet pressed into your lower back. laughing against his lips, you pulled back & wiped the red lipstick that smeared onto his skin.

“baby, you were amazing out there! absolutely amazing—the most beautiful girl ever“ he marvelled before kissing you again, his excitement for you not wearing off.

brushing your hands through his brown locks, you relished in this feeling of love before pulling away again. “so, you liked it?”

“of course i did! why? you didn’t think i would?” he looked at you incredulously, shocked at such a question.

“i dunno. wasn’t sure musicals were your thing is all”

you wiped off lipstick that lingered on his bottom lip again as he blinked—wondering how you couldn’t tell he loved it. “honey, anything you do is my thing” he smoothly replied, causing you to bite your lip.

you were so lucky.

“oh!” he lit up like a lightbulb. “these are for you” he pulled the bouquet in front of you, giving you the classic steve smile as he did so. “i’m really proud of you honey”

twisting a piece of steve’s hair between your fingers as your hand drifted to the nape of his neck, you pouted slightly at the sight. “steve… they’re gorgeous—thank you baby” you held the bouquet in your hand now, moving it so you could properly hug him.

he hoped you knew that didn’t care if your makeup smeared into his clothes.

“i love you” he said into your hair, kissing your head as he relished in your touch. he felt like his heart was beating out of his chest.

“i love you too” you sighed contently into the material of his striped polo shirt, pressing a kiss to it (& secretly hoping the lipstick kiss would leave a stain).

“what did you think of my costume?” you asked him, remembering what lainey cheekily mentioned prior.

pulling back to look at you, steve brushed some of your hair behind your ear. “you looked phenomenal—like a princess up there” he gushed.

“what about the skirt?”

furrowing his brows, he wasn’t sure why you were making a point of it. “it was pretty, plus… your ass looked real good it—“ he smirked a bit, the hand on your waist sliding down to give a quick tap to your ass.

“steve!” you squeaked, laughing as your hand grabbed his wrist. “you’re such a boy!” you joked.

“i’m sorry—i’m sorry! couldn’t help it, you know. it’s impossible not to notice it when you’re all mine” he leaned his head closer to yours, the look in his eyes telling you he was completely whipped.

“you’re lucky i like you”

“oh baby, trust me—i know” he said before dipping forward to kiss you again, not caring about anyone else around you both.

you just hoped your friends didn’t notice so they wouldn’t tease you about it later, even though you knew they would at the wrap party.

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 11 months

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My favorite headcanon is that all the obey me brothers secretly love being the little spoon, no one but beel and asmo will admit it

I cannot thank you enough for sending this in! You're wonderful! I dunno if this is the direction you thought I'd take this in but hey, I wrote something! Thank you so much Annon!

Mammon may not admit it, but his dreams will.

Ever since a certain...incident, your first has become acutely aware of just how mortal you are, and though he does his best not to be overbearing, the images he witnessed rise up in his dreams sometimes.

So, he ends up crawling into your bed at the most obscene hours, or just stealing you to his own, which always starts out the same way, Mammon will pull himself into your chest, resting his ear over your heartbeat until he falls asleep, at which point, he won't stop wriggling until he ends up as the little spoon.

If you so much as whisper about it, he'll deny it and call you delusional, but that's fine, you're content with knowing you get to curl up around your sweet demon and guard him from his nightmares when he needs you.

He'll still never ask you to spoon though, these days you just hug him whenever he looks like he needs one.

Now Leviathan, you'd have an easier time talking a mountain into moving. I think out of all his brothers, he manages to be the least direct about his preferences.

He loves you, have no doubt of that, but most of the time you have to glean what it is he'd like from a few sputtered anime references. Coincidentally, an anime marathon was precisely when you decided to see if your hunch was correct.

On the bean bag you'd bought for his room, you snuggled into his side as you started episode...fifteen? No, seventeen of some anime with an obscene amount of hours to catch up on.

Levi blushed crimson, but didn't stop you. He was running on three hours of sleep...for a week, even a demon's eyes were hard to keep open after that.

He started blinking slowly, leaning further and further into you as he drifted off.

He woke up the next morning, to episode thirty mid-way through, and your chest pressed to his back. Whether you had done it on purpose or not, he was relieved as he cuddled further back into you, feeling your breath fan his neck as he fell asleep again.

Once the pact is made, Beelzebub lays all his cards on the table. The avatar of gluttony is nothing if not honest. It took you a second to process his request to be the little spoon during one of your cuddle sessions, namely because he's just so damn big, but he's also a puppy-hearted sweetheart, so you couldn't refure.

He loves it when you drape your leg over his, drawing random patterns on his hip or chest with your fingers. The sweetheart practically purred when you pressed little kisses to the back of his neck.

Occasionally though, he does like to switch it up, turns around to look at your face and nuzzle into your hair, lips lingering on your forehead as he folds you into his arms.

Beel is just painfully good at cuddling, no matter what position. Letting him be the little spoon turns out to be the perfect way to spoil your big sweetheart.

Of course Asmoedeus is the little spoon, he loves to feel your warmth slowly seep into the satin layers of his clothes, loves the way your hands wander so innocently.

You're not after his soft skin, or whatever bragging rights come with pleasuring the avatar of lust, you're just here, breathing in the scent of his warm skin and humming mindless tunes as you drift off, loving having him pressed against you, simply for the fact that he's there, he's yours.

Honestly, Asmo thinks you're selfish as any demon, hoarding his beauty all to yourself, basking leisurely in it as though assure that you'd always have time like this.

He smiles when you rug his tummy affectionately, touching him just for the sake of it. Yes, you are a selfish, possessive human, keeping him all to yourself.

A shame then, that Asmo doesn't feel the need to correct you.

Getting Satan to cuddle at all took some time. He didn't see the point at first, why position yourself to sleep and then...not? He could be using the time to read.

The first time he got close to cuddling was when he let you sit between his legs while he was reading, you with your own book or your DDD to keep you occupied.

Simply sharing space with you, feeling your breath rise and fall against his chest...he thought he'd rather like to be in your position, his head pillowed on your chest as he read, or better yet, as you read to him.

He thought he was being clever when he convinced you to assume the position without using the word "cuddle", and you continue to let him think that even though you've glimpsed his search history for cuddle positions.

The avatar of wrath nested against your chest, and for the first ten minutes, he really was reading, but then he felt your breath under his head, heard your heart beating under his ear, and the second he let his concentration break, he was out like a light.

He woke up with his head pillowed on your arm, your steady breath fanning his ear, your body cocooning his, and he thought to himself: this cuddling thing is rather nice.

Now, one would think Belphegor would be an expert, but he never stays awake long enough to cuddle, so discovering that he actually likes to be a little spoon was a complete accident.

You'd had a rough day, were half-asleep when you got home and somehow ended up at the twins' room instead of Lucifer's, where you'd been heading to drop off some work.

You saw Belphie sleeping there, and immediately decided that you had no more head for working. You dumped your bag on the floor by the door and crawled basically on top of the sleeping demon, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his soft hoodie.

Belphie wouldn't wake up until Beel came looking for you, at which point the youngest twin decided the way you were clinging to him meant you'd had a hell of a day and insisted you be left to use the Avatar of Sloth as your personal body pillow.

The reality is, Belphie may not be particularly fussed about spooning, but he makes an incredible little spoon.

This might be an unpopular opinion, but I think Lucifer actually hands the reins over to you more often than most people think.

He is chronically in control, all the damn time, so he won't ever ask you to take care of him, but he's quietly delighted when you do so of your own volition.

So, when he needs to get some decent fucking sleep but tries to get out of bed after only a thirty minute "power nap" you spoon him, violently.

You wrap both arms and legs around him and squeeze like a compression blanket, sometimes you'll even lay on top of him and take pointed, slow, deep breaths.

Lucifer will never admit it, hell he might even try and push you away and complain that he has work to do and you're being an distraction, but through that lecture, you'll notice the tension in him melting away.

His words will slow down, and you ease your grip to run your fingers through his hair as the subject switches to something menial, an outing with Diavolo, new tea he tried, a bottle of Demonus he's been saving for a special occasion, with you.

When he stops talking, you start humming, softly, quietly, and before you know it, he's fast asleep, unmoving and quiet, only his long, fluttering lashes speak of the dreams you coaxed him into.

#obey me #obey me x mc #obey me brothers x mc #obey me hcs #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan x mc #obey me satan x mc #obey me asmodeus x mc #obey me beel x mc #obey me belphegor #brothers x mc #fluff

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teddybeartoji · 3 days

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let me tell u this idea i have of going to the club with bestie!roomie!toji

you're all comfy in his lap, back against his broad chest, in a private booth (thank you shiu) while the others in the group are busy drinking or on the dance floor. but you are more than content with just staying with toji. the way his hand strokes up and down your back, occasionally, going over your hip and playfully squeezing your ass as he feigns innocence !!

trying to get him back by teasing him, pouting as you tell him that you want his opinion on this new outfit you bought bc you don't know if the color fits you. and he does NOT expect to see you open a picture of you posing in the mirror in cute pink lingerie that hugs you in all the right places. “i like this one, the pink set was so pretty, but i dunno if i like it on me,” you hum

toji is losing his fucking MIND right now, his arms gripping you tighter as he lets out a heavy sigh at the view. he doesn't even get a chance to say anything before you're swiping to the left and you grow a little shy, giving a fake little 'woops'

instead of a picture, it’s a fucking video. a video of you fucking yourself with a toy playing on the screen angled so only he could see!! the volume is low so only you both can hear it and toji can HEAR the wet gushing of your pussy, creaming around the toy as you moaned and begged oh so cutely. “aww...toji, I couldn’t even get the toy all the way in,” you whine. “only got it halfway…”

its taking everything in him not to just fuck you right now, to show you he'd make sure you'd be able to get cock in you all the way. "kook at my best girl, so fuckin' desperate and needy," he hums, resting his chin on your shoulder as he watches the video. "tsk, tsk, tsk...poor think, y'should be filled up properly, hm? stretched on my cock til you're taking all of it...i'd make sure ya cream for real, baby doll."

“i wanted t’ send this to you, wanted you t’ see it and tell you t’ come help me get it in me,” you pouted, leaning into him. "plus, when it feels too good i can't help but run away from it, and it makes it sooo hard t' cum, tojiiiii....you wouldn' let me run from it, right, big guy?"

the way you look at him over your shoulder with those pretty eyes that just scream mischief..."mmn, you should've. i would've come over right away. make sure we get some cock into ya like y'need it. stretch you out niiiiice and good, get m'cock into that tight, pretty pussy of yours...like the good best friend i am," he purrs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

yeah im insane !!!!

LUNARRRR WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU I WANT YOU SO BAD WHEN I TELL YOU THAT MY EYES POPPED OUT OF MY HEAD I MEAN THAT I HAD TO FUCKING LOOK FOR THEM IN THE DARK BEFORE I COULD DO ANYTHING ELSE RAAAAHHHHHHH

THIS IS SO FUCKING HOT LUNAR I NEED TO MAKEOUT WITH YOU ASAP. FIRST OF ALL THE LINGERIE??????????????????? GODDDDDDDDDDDDDD IT'S SOOFUCKING PRETTY TOJI IS A STRONG STRONG MAN FOR NOT FOLDING IMMEDIATELY BC WTF. OMFG AND I LOOOOOVE THE TOUCHING FUCK IT'S SO HOT LIKE YEAH I WANNA SIT ON HIS LAP AND I WANT HIM TO SQUEEZE MY ASSS AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHSTOP THIS MADNESS RIGHT NOW

WHEN HE RESTS HIS HEAD ON YOUR SHOULDER????????????????????????????????????????? I DIED. I DIED I DIED I DIED. THE CLOSENESS IS DRIVING ME INSANE ACTUALLY LUNAR I REALLY DO NEED TO BITE YOU OR SOMETHING YOU'RE SO SEXY AND THEN A KISS ON THE CHEEEEEEK????????? GODDD I AM NOT YOUR STRONGEST SOLDIERRRRR I WANT TO SUCK HIM RIGHT THEREEEEEEEE BALLS AND EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND YOU KNOW HE'S GETTING BRICKED BC YOU CAN JUST FEEL IT POKING AT YOU FROM BEHIND FUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKMMM

he calls the cab bc he wants to help his bestie out:(((( but then he's getting soooooooo handsy in the cab already bc how could he not:((( the video keeps replaying in his head and you just keep staring at him with these mischievous eyes and he kinda just wants to eat you yk

his fingers keep kneading your thighs as you play with the hair on his nape andmmmmmmmmmmmmmm he's so hard it fucking hurtss. and when you're finally at your place he doesn't even let you properly open the fucking door bc he just needs his lips on you whewww he's such a good friend:(((((((((((((((((((((((((( he's gonna teach you how to take it and he's not gonna let you run away:((((((((((((((((((((he's so perfect lunar i need him so fucking bad i just drooled on my shirt what the actual fuck

#WAHH I'M SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY MY BELOVED #I JUST HAD TO RUB ONE OUT BEFORE YK #AND BY ONE I MEAN A HUNDRED #LUNAR YOU'RE LITERALLY SOOOOOO SEXY I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING BAD HOLY FUCKING SHIT #THIS WAS THE BEST LITTLE TREAT I COULD'VE EVER ASKED FOR #FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKMEEEEEEE #lunar <3 #friends!!#toji #toji smut #mickey is daydreaming #bsf!toji #roomie!toji #(he jerks off every night to you btw)#(he's such a fucking perv)#(and i'm so wet i think i'm gonna pass out)#toji fushiguro #jjk toji

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blue-jisungs · 30 days

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MERRY GO

author's note. 3rd time is the charm so here's my final angst piece in this event :3 no but the song is so:( i saw ian's comment abt it on genius and i just ... dunno, had to write it

word count. 672

summary. your and jun's relationship reminds you of a merry go -- but there is time for you to get off it

“we need to… stop, whatever this is”

your voice echoed through the walls – but also in his head. it was heavy but not as heavy as the burden jun carried in his heart.

“i know, i know” jun replied, a sigh escaping his lips.

the silence in the room buzzed between you, a tension hanging densely. one spark of a wrong word and there will be an outbreak. both jun and you knew it well, too well.

“we’re not making any progress, are we?” an airy scoff ripped out of you, something amusing in this helpless situation “it… jun, it feels like an endless loop”

“oh, i know”

shifting in the red leather armchair, crossing your legs, scanning junhui’s silhouette. his eyes were somewhat teary but you weren’t sure if it was because of you or his overall state of being. you knew him like the back of your own hand, like the inside of your pocket. jun was exhausted - both mentally and physically. maybe you were a part of the problem, sure. but something told you he wasn’t taking care of himself properly.

hence you’re here.

“i… we, jun. we can’t keep doing that” your voice was quiet “i'm still fumbling with your memories about the last time we tried, when our worlds were falling away from us”

your relationship with jun was sweet at the beginning. but over time it turned bitter, eventually leading to a breakup. and everything after that - because you wouldn’t call it a relationship - reminded you of a merry-go round carousel. breaking off, ignoring each other and then coming back, only to hurt the other more. again and again, in a loop; in a spinning circle.

“you don't know what you've done to me, y/n” jun grunted.

meeting on a neutral ground was a good idea. no sentimental value of his living room or your bedroom. just a cheap motel, with occasionally flickering lights. it lit up his skin with a yellowish gleam, making his brown eyes look less scary to look in. the ridge of his nose which you adored so much looked so appealing, you wished you could just reach your hand out and trace it… like you used to.

“i can’t live without you” the man in front of you said “i want it all back”

“we can’t, junhui” you still loved him but you two ere no good for each other “it’s a lesson we learned too many times. i don’t want to hurt you and… i don’t want to get hurt either”

“i know, i know” jun’s throat felt like there was a rock stuck inside, his ability to speak dropping to a toddler lever.

his work, your frustration. your bottled feelings leading to hurtful words. then redemption - shared moments sweeter than the previous ones, kisses more passionate because both of you knew it will snap eventually. a repeating loophole that you lost count of how many times it has repeated itself.

“one… final chance. i cannot live without you… you, you know it. and you need me” he stuttered out and it was true. both of you acknowledged it.

with the sound of a flickering lamp in the terrifyingly silent room, a decision was made in your mind - quite the opposite of what your broken heart wanted.

“don’t… call me again. i love you jun but we can’t. i genuinely wish you the best, you deserve it. but i can’t be the one to bring you pure happiness” you didn’t even notice the crystal tears falling down your cheeks.

both of you stood up and jun wiped your skin with a sad smile. one word and he’s going to break down too, you could see it in his eyes.

“sorry… but you know it’s a right decision” you whispered, letting his embrace comfort you for the last time.

“oh, i know” the most heartbreaking sigh reached your ears.

jun hugged your shaking silhouette, tears balancing at his own waterline as well.

no more sending back around this merry go.

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aryxchse · 1 month

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I just read the Turkish delight fic of yours.... I NEED one for Percy. Like I don’t know what. Headcannons maybe? Just anything please I am begging you as your Türk sister

ares' favorite. | percy jackson x daughter of ares! turkish! reader

a / n : i am so fucking happy to be able to write about my own country, and this woman right here helped me about this fic!! seviyorum seni beybi 🫶🏻🫶🏻

warnings : cursing probably, my girl annabeth third wheeling :(

as you and percy entered the big house, you hands started sweating. it could be anything; cleaning duty, losing dessert for a week or something the couple did without noticing.

"what do you think it's about?" you whispered to percy, who was walking confidently.

"dunno, don't care too." he said, shrugging. you rolled your eyes at the boy but your smile betrayed you.

it was the reason why you fell in love with him to be honest, his confident in troublemaking.

mr d and chiron were playing cards as usual when you arrived. chiron smiled the moment he saw you and you knew it wasn't something shitty. "hello dear." chiron said, softly.

"hello chiron." you replied.

"yo!" percy said, smiling back at chiron. you both didn't said hi to mr d, since he never replied.

"i called you here because i have a special quest for the daughter of ares." chiron said, now stooding up. you shared a look with percy, but he just winked at you.

"your father's shield is lost somewhere in turkey. and as his daughter, also being turkish, we thought we could send you." he explained. "well, your father wanted especially you, actually."

your eyes shined. returning back to your home country for a quest? both adventurous and fun? this was a whole package! you immediatly smiled and nod. "i'd love to go chiron!" you said.

"and, i'm here because?" percy asked next to you, even though he was smiling at your joy.

"well, we thought you could go with her, since you always do quests together." chiron said. and you nodded again. "yes yes, that would be great."

"who do you want as the third powerpuff girl?" mr d asked, not looking away from his card game, even though chiron wasn't playing at the moment.

"annabeth chase, please." you said your best friends name almost too quickly. her wisdom helped you through most of your quests and you loved her dearly.

chiron nodded. "i'll let her know. please go and pack, you'll leave tomorrow. we'll make sure you guys have anything you need." you and percy thanked him as you left the big house. you jumped from excitement as percy started chuckling at you.

"we're going to my home country percy! i could show you the places i've talke about so many times!" you said, smiling and laughing as you did. percy looked at you with pure adoration in his eyes as he held your hands. "i know baby, i'm so happy too."

"heard we we're going to your country sweetheart!" annabeth cheered behind you and you laughed, rushing and hugging her.

"annie you're going to love it! the vintage buildings and historical places are so your thing!" you cheered and annabeth nodded.

"oh please i love turkey! your history are the best, for real." she said, smiling at your excitement. you nodded.

"i'll go packing, oh my gods how am i going to sleep?" you said before heading towards your cabin, jumping. annabeth and percy shared a look as they both started laughing.

"man i love her." percy said.

"me too." annabeth agreed.

- welcome to the headcanon place!

- i didn't want the fic to be too long because i wouldn't be able to shut up about it

- anyways, moving on to the leaving day

- clarisse was so proud of you as she helped you pack, patting your head and hugging you once a while

- all of the ares cabin knew turks were their dads favorite people, that's why you always had that some sort of red glowing aura around you, you were his favorite kid

- and they were so happy for you!! who can get this chance anyway??

- as you stepped outside your cabin, you saw annabeth and percy already waiting for you, smiling

- the prophecy was simple, get the shield bla bla bla

- and with that, you left the camp half blood to go your home country

- the road was fun since it was the three of you, the iconic trio

- as all of you arrived, you started talking in your mother language more often and it was soo hot to percy

- even a simple 'thank you' you said made his knees weak

- turkey was the middle of everywhere according to the geogrophy (?) and annabeth adored here

- the historical places, the greek temples

- you wanted to take them everywhere but the shield was lost in istanbul, the perfect place for the greek kids

- you loved the greek vs turkey history fr-

- anywayyys

- as you searched for the shield, you couldn't help but take them to the places you loved as a kid

- wonderful cafe's, aesthetic libraries and historical buildings near the sea

- percy loved how istanbul was all about sea

- and how you used a ship to go somewhere else

- you guys find the shield in the middle of the galata tower where ares probably lost it while he was on a date here

- you took the shield and it was quicker then you expected so you wanted to give them a tour for a while

- percy and you had the perfect dates as annabeth went to the museums

- drinking tea together, teaching him words, the turkish coffee (which annabeth was obsessed with it now), sitting near the sea

- you both obviously went to galata tower because of the myth

- if you arrive there with your lover for the first time, you get married

- percy also loved how warm the people was

- how the old ladies said you both looked so cute together (you translated ofc), and how they loved annabeth's golden yellow hair

- percy was so happy to learn about your culture more and he loved you even more

- you shared him everything you knew

- also shared with annabeth too

- annabeth was already obsessed with here let me tell you-

- turkey didn't had many monsters since the demigod's lived near the camp

- and you three were so happy to be on a quest this comfortable

- the goodbye was hard but when you finished the mission successfully, your dad camed to congratulate you himself

- the ares cabin was so happy fr

- except that one time in house of hades were that one giant was from turkey, i wish we could've seen more of it

- because the greek and turkey beef is real lmao

- hope you'll like it babe!!

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