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raz-writes-the-thing · 5 months

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Is That A Promise? (Venom One-Shot)

Eddie Brock x GN!Reader / requests are open and encouraged

Summary: Telling you about Venom does not go entirely how Eddie planned.

CW: mentions of monster fucking, Eddie is oblivious and a dumbass (I think I have a type)

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You’d known Eddie Brock a good while by this point. You’d started dating him a while back, and while he put others on edge, you’d found the way he talked to himself out loud rather charming, actually.

At first, you weren’t sure if he was just unmedicated, or undiagnosed. But then the news broke about the symbiote, and then there was the footage. And when Eddie started coming home right after news broke of some other attack or taking out of a bad guy or criminal or whoever, you’d put two and two together.

It was kind of hard not to. Particularly as his conversations with himself could vary from topic to topic in the span of six words or less.

Eddie had asked to meet up for lunch today at your favourite restaurant. He’d seemed a bit off on the phone, and given how prone you were to anxiety, your immediate thought had been that he was breaking up with you and that you’d done something to upset him or his bodily guest- who you did not officially know about, of course.

You’d gotten there early to prepare yourself for whatever shitshow was about to follow and to your immense surprise, Eddie had shown up pretty much right after you. Eddie was always running late, so this change in pace was also mildly concerning. You were not sure how this was going to go and you did not like that one bit.

“You’re here early, too,” Eddie had said, swallowing thickly and avoiding eye contact. You nodded, and cleared your throat, gesturing for him to sit down at the table opposite you.

“Yeah, I wanted to make sure we had a spot,” you replied, smoothing down your shirt. Bit of a nervous habit. That and ripping at your nails, but that was beside the point.

“Right,” Eddie replied.

And then the two of you lapsed into silence. You spent a good five to ten minutes appearing to read over the menu as if this wasn’t a regular spot for you and you didn’t know exactly what you were going to order. In fact, you’d be surprised if the cooks weren’t already making it up for you even though a waiter hadn’t come over yet.

“Shut up,” Eddie hissed quietly. You peered over the menu to eye him curiously, one brow arced in question.

“I didn’t say anything, Eddie.”

“Yeah, I know. I- uh, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about, actually,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. You hummed, and put the menu down to give him your attention.

“About me shutting up?”

“No- God, this is not going at all like I planned.” Eddie rubbed a hand over his face and sighed.

You said nothing, waiting patiently for him to work out his wording.

“I really like you,” he started, and you nodded, replying with the same sentiment. “And, well, there’s something I’ve been hiding from you.”

“Right…” This is where you expected him to tell you he was married (doubtful but not impossible) or had cancer or something terrible. Dear God, please no.

“Look- you’ve seen on the news, yes, the, uh- the attacks. Yeah?”

You nod. Ah, so he was finally telling you about his friend living literally rent-free in his body. Okay, you could relax a little.

“He’s me. Venom, he lives in my body. He’s in my head. Like, all the time. Right now.”

Eddie looked at the table where he was picking at the tablecloth. You were silent for a second, and Eddie clearly took that to mean you were horrified or disgusted or something. You were a little nervous about it, sure, but you’d also been living with him for the last few months. If Venom was planning to take you out, he would have done so by now, surely. You figured this to mean you were safe enough. You’d also seen your fair share of monster porn, so you weren’t exactly unkeen on the idea of dating someone who sometimes had a monster body. It was kind of hot, actually. You shook the thought out of your head and tried to focus.

“Oh, yeah- I knew about that,” you replied, and the way Eddie’s head snapped towards you was almost comical.

“You what?”

“Yeah, I figured that out a while ago. I was just waiting for you to tell me in your own time.”

Eddie blinked, and a black residue appeared on the back of his hand. It swirled and gathered on his hand before reaching for you delicately. You met it, brushing your finger over it softly. The goop (for lack of a better word) seemed to shiver pleasurably and you smiled.

“Can I meet him later?”

Eddie nodded, watching the interaction with disbelief. He’d thought that you’d go running and screaming through the doors or something, not be rubbing your fingers over Venom like you were fingering some Play-Doh.

“Y-yeah, later,” he agreed. “Not here. When we get home.”

You grinned and the black substance retreated back into Eddie’s skin as a waiter appeared by your table.

“What can I get for you? The regular?”

You looked at Eddie and clicked your tongue thoughtfully.

“The usual with a serving of chicken nuggets on the side, please.”

The waiter nodded, scribbled it own on his pad and wandered off in the direction of the kitchen. Eddie looked at you in question. He knew you weren’t big on nuggets.

“They’re for Venom,” you explained, propping your head up on your palm. Eddie looked to the side as if listening to something carefully.

“Venom says thank you-” Eddie said before cutting himself as Venom said something else in his head. “No, I’m not saying that. No. No.”

“Say what?”

Eddie sighed defeatedly- something you think he did a lot when it came to Venom.

“Venom said he could kiss you right now.” Eddie looked mortified as the words left his mouth. You burst into laughter.

“Is that a threat or a promise? I hope it’s a promise,” you replied, wiggling your eyebrows at the two of them.

Eddie swallowed thickly and blushed as Venom said something else. You’d have to see if Venom could swap hosts sometime. It would be nice to have a conversation while out and about like that.

“Promise,” Eddie replied.

Good.

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wynnyfryd · 6 months

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Trailer Park Steve AU part 4

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

September

He doesn’t talk to the Munsons much. (Doesn’t talk to anyone, really, aside from his mom and Robin and that one older woman who keeps renting and returning Gone With The Wind as an excuse to leave her house.) He keeps his head down and his nose clean, doesn’t care to make friends with the neighbors; just wants to get by.

One day Eddie approaches their door, waving a gas bill that got mixed up in their mail, and Steve greets him pleasantly enough.

“Stab anyone today?”

“Eat glass, Harrington.”

So it goes.

Steve watches the world pass and the weather turn, lets the hours bleed into weeks and squeezes his eyes shut against the flashbacks when they threaten to overwhelm.

Things with his mom are weird.

They don’t really speak, preferring to shrug their way past each other with careful, tight-lipped nods, and his mom takes these pills the doctor gave her that keep her perfectly pleasant and calm. Silent. Physically present but not really here.

And he can’t imagine how it feels to be her: Florence Harrington, ripped from the comforts of the upper crust and left to rot in a tin can seven miles across town. She spends most of her time letting out weary little sighs as she swans from room to room, drifting like a shade on the banks of the River Styx. (He can make that reference now because Robin won’t shut up about mythology. “It’s so gay, Steve. The Greeks were literally so gay.”)

Anyway.

Shit’s weird with the kids, too. He still drives them around — lets them loiter at Family Video when it’s slow; hangs around when they need a ride to the arcade or the movies or the skating rink; and he’s still on the hook for ‘ice cream. for. life,’ so…

It’s just not the same.

Like. Not to be dramatic, but who the fuck is Steve Harrington without the house and the pool and the free-for-all fridge? Just some kid with a car and a bat and a punchable face. And he can barely afford to keep the car now, anyway, so pretty soon they won’t need him for that, either. They’ll learn to drive; they’ll get their own jobs. Maybe Lucas builds enough muscle to take over as the party tank.

Maybe it’s better if he shelfs himself now before they realize he’s become obsolete.

“Oh, my god, you’re being pathetic,” he groans to himself. His voice is muffled where he’s lying face down on the couch. Ridiculous behavior, because everything is fine; Steve is fine. In the grand scheme of things where there are monsters and melted corpses and all kinds of crazy, horrible shit?

Yeah.

He’s being obnoxious. It’s a lovely sunny Saturday afternoon with just the right Autumn breeze going — gentle but cool; long sleeve polo weather; his favorite kind — and he’s sitting inside throwing himself a pity party.

Fucking absurd.

…Five more minutes.

Just five more minutes, then he’s getting off this couch.

He gets to a minute and a half when he hears the crunch of tires against the gravel, the clanging of a little bell from the handlebar of a bike, and then:

“STEVE!!!”

And that’ll be Dustin, trying to bang the door off the hinges and piss off the whole park at the same time. Kid’s nothing if not a multitasker. Steve lets another aggrieved groan loose into the couch cushion.

His mom’s out with the car; the lights are all off. Maybe he can just play dead ‘til Dustin leaves? He loves the kid, he really does, but his left ear is full of static, and he just wants to fucking sleep. Or sulk. Or both.

“STEVEN CHRISTOPHER, I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE.”

Jeeeeesus Christ. “Okay, chill,” Steve grumbles as he hauls himself upright and throws open the front door. His limbs feel like lead; there’s drool on his chin. “Wake the whole goddamn neighborhood, why don’t you?”

“It’s two in the afternoon.”

“Yeah, and half the people here work nights.”

“Oh-kayy,” Dustin drags out the word, “but you don’t.”

Ugh. Whatever. He’s not gonna be shamed by a toothless teenager for his depressing loser tendencies. “Did you need something?”

Steve scratches at his belly hair through his shirt, feels a muscle twinge in his shoulder and send a spark of nerve pain skittering up to the base of his skull.

Dustin either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care that Steve’s body is falling apart where he stands, because he just rolls his eyes and says, “Uh, yeah. I need to know why you’re avoiding everyone? Mom’s tried to invite you to dinner six times now.”

“I was working.”

“All six times?” Dustin glares. Steve feels a little pinned by it, feels guilt seeping through the cracks as he fidgets with his bad ear. This kid’s gonna be the scariest lawyer some day. “She’s worried.”

Goddammit.

Guilt squeezes hard behind his ribs; he knows Dustin uses his mom as a mouthpiece for the feelings he can’t express. “I’m fine,” he sighs, letting his eyes and voice go soft. “Honest.”

Dustin holds firm, gaze fierce and fists clenched. “Bullshit,” he insists.

“Man, don’t—”

“Bull. Shit.”

Suddenly, their impromptu interrogation gets interrupted by a crashing drum fill, a shriek of electric guitar as Munson’s van squeals into the lot. He’s blasting some melodramatic metal shit about wizards or whatever; Steve doesn’t know. He only knows that the skitter of nerve pain he felt is ramping up to a fullblown migraine now because this guy has to listen to his racket at full fucking volume, apparently, and isn’t this all just “fucking great.”

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part 5

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #trailer park steve au #steve can have a little depression as a treat #robin buckley #dustin henderson #claudia henderson #my writing #my fic

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danikamariewrites · 9 months

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Can you do one where Xaden uses his shadows during sex? Or just teasing through out the day to get reader all bothered? I can just see him being a little shit with his shadows. Like holding readers hands above their head or teasing their body with the shadows.

I swear, this man lives rent free in my head along with Rhysand and Aaron Warner. They have risen the standards for nonfictional men lol

Hot and Cold (SMUT)

Xaden x reader

A/n: I love this concept for all shadow book bfs and Xaden has been living in my mind too

Warnings: smut (18+ only please)

As soon as Xaden got you on his bed he had his shadows pin your arms above your head. He left you in your underwear while he was still completely clothed. His thigh rested between your legs pressed against your sex. You try to rub yourself against his leather clad thigh, desperate for some friction.

His shadows hold down your thighs spreading them wider. Xaden’s eyes roam over your writhing body. He grabs the waistband of your panties, ripping them from your body. He leans down to whisper in your ear, his voice deep and raspy, “If you can stay still like a good girl while I strip I’ll give you what you want.”

Xaden stands up and starts to strip slowly. He smirks down at you as you eye him. Silently begging him to take his clothes off faster. You’re trying your hardest to stay still but your hips twitch.

You feel the coolness of his shadows sliding up the inside of your thigh over your clit. You shiver as it continues to move up. The shadow leaves your sex, snaking up your torso. Once it gets to the valley of your breasts the shadow splits in two. They begin to swirl around your pebbled nipples, twisting and teasing them.

Throwing your head back your eyes screw shut. You mewl at Xaden’s teasing. At this point he’s fully undressed, finally kneeling between your legs again. You look up at him, your eyes pleading, “P-please Xaden. Need you. Need your cock please.”

“Yeah. My good girl, asking all nice.” He runs a finger through your soaking folds. “So wet for me.” Without warning he plunges two thick fingers in your slit, spreading them and pulling them out. You moan as he thrusts them in and out of you. His pace brutal.

You clench around his fingers and he pulls out entirely. You whimper at the loss of him. “Sshh, it’s ok sweet girl. I’ll give you what you want in a second.” You strain your arms against his shadows but they don’t budge. If anything you feel them become tighter. Xaden positions himself over you, pulling his shadows back from your thighs.

“Open.” He commands. You open your mouth and he sticks his fingers in. “Suck.” Clamping down you moan at the taste of yourself on him and begin sucking. You looked at Xaden through your lashes and he growls. “So fucking perfect.”

Xaden throws your legs around his torso with his free hand and slides his length into you. Your eyes roll back at the fullness, a broken sob escaping your stuffed mouth. He starts fucking into you at a rough and brutal pace. Rolling his hips so he can reach the deepest parts of you. “Fuck baby - feel so good around me.”

Between his fingers and his cock you were on cloud nine. The pressure of his fingers as you sucked on them was perfect. He felt perfect. “You love this don’t you baby? Love sucking on my fingers.” You nod, letting out a high pitched moan.

You loved when he fucked you like this. So commanding and in control. Xaden had been working you up all day and now he was finally giving you what you had been craving.

He switches to long, controlled strokes. The head of his cock rubs against the spot that makes you see stars. You feel your orgasm approaching. You groan as your walls flutter around Xaden’s cock. He lets out a growl, “You gonna come?” You nod again, your moans consistent as you breathe out through your nose.

“I’m right behind you baby. Fuck - go ahead, let go.” Your orgasm rips through you, your thighs shaking around him. Xaden finishes with a groan, coating your walls with seed.

Xaden lays on top of you, careful as to not put all his weight on you. He releases your hands and they instantly fly to his hair. You card your fingers through the short, curly onyx locks.

As you both calm down your legs slip from him to the bed. Xaden tilts his head to look at you placing a soft kiss on your neck. “You ok?” His face set in a worried look. Like he was afraid it was too much. You gave him a tired smile, “I’m perfect.”

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane

#fourth wing #fourth wing fanfic #xaden riorson #fourth wing smut #xaden riorson smut #xaden fourth wing x reader #xaden fourth wing #xaden riorson x reader #xaden x reader #Xaden x you #Xaden riorson fourth wing

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prncessrindou · 26 days

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head from koko head from koko head from koko

I feel like Bonten!Kokonoi fits this so hear me out!!!

Being a Bonten Executive and its treasurer makes him a VERY busy man. It’s really rare for Koko to have any sort of down time, but when he finally does, he spends it with you. Kokonoi already has the day planned for you both — He takes you shopping (you’re still not use to him spoiling you), listens to you talk about your week and he gossip to you about his fellow executives and their shenanigans.

He secretly already had a beautiful dress picked out for you for tonight’s dinner and has you to try it on. It was hugging your figure just right and it took all the willpower Kokonoi had to not rip it off of you and take you down. But, he can wait . . . of course, he is a gentleman after all. ;) he takes you to the most luxurious restaurant, rented out the entire place just for you and him . . It’s romantic how everything was set up and you were enjoying yourself until you got a little tipsy . . . and flirty.

Your feet was creeping up against Kokonoi’s leg and up on his crotch, teasing him from underneath the table. Kokonoi took a sip of his drink and chuckled lowly, “don’t start something you can’t finish, love.” He said, his eyes were low and full of lust. You were giggling away, he honestly thinks you’re so cute like this . . When you let yourself loose. “I want you… now, Hajime.” You say, licking your lips and that was all Kokonoi needed to hear to take you home, throwing you on the bed and ripping your dress apart.

Your panties were drenched and that made him so damn hard, but before he could fuck you dumb, he had to taste you. “Shit— it’s been so long since I’ve had a taste of this sweet pussy.” he said, throwing your panties across the room and putting your legs over his shoulders. He wasted no time digging in, lapping on your folds like a hungry animal. “Oh my God, Haji— fuck, Hajime!” You moaned, tugging on his long white locks as he sucked on your throbbing clit then his warm tongue going up and down your slippery folds.

He loves giving you head. He would do it everyday if he had more free time, but when he does he makes sure it’s worth remembering.

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jungwonie-bae · 9 months

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Need a new roommate? ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

Heeseung x fem!reader reader is called she

genre- fluff, strangers to lovers

word count- 5.3k 【5,382 words】

warnings- a little suggestive, throwing up, drunk heeseung, swear words, grammar errors, not really proof read

summary— you’re really broke and is in need of a new roommate. But then a unexpected stunning face shows up at your door, because he had seen your fliers.-☆

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you’re broke. And you can’t even pay your own rent for your own apartment anymore. Damn, you need a roommate to split the price.

well, you have a little money to print some fliers. Good start. You’re stressed. What if nobody is interested in living with you? You might as well live back in your parents home. That’s another option.

you stretch, then rub the tiredness out of your eyes. Your work place does not pay high enough though you work your ass off 13 hours a day. Should you quit? Nah, no one, and no place else would’ve hired you anyway.

you yawn while putting on your shoes and your coat. You grab your keys, your bag, then lock the door behind you. The chilly crisp air meets your face and you slightly smile. Perfect weather. Now you go get printing.

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You grab some duct tape you found in a random drawer, and rush out with your newly printed papers that all say “ looking for a new roommate. Call XXX-XXX-XXXX (your number) for the address.”

You rip the duct tape between your teeth to cut it as you stick the papers on street lamps and poles. You try to make them as noticeable as possible, so you can get a new roommate quickly. You are not really trusting yourself with this, since you kicked your last roommate out because they brought too many of their guests over to fuck. Damn your ears.

you guess you would give it another try, but this time you really needed it.

4 days later, you get a call late at night.

“hello?” You ask.

“hi, is this the right number for a roommate? I saw the fliers.” A slightly deep voice says. You were surprised to say the least, since your last roommate was a woman. Would it be weird living with the opposite gender?

snapping out of your thoughts, you answer, “yes this is the right number. I’m y/n by the way. Thanks for calling. I would like to know about your sanity first?”

“Oh my room is pretty clean in my parents home. I was taught to always clean after myself. And I’m pretty obedient. So that makes things easier. I can also cook if you want. Don’t worry, I won’t burn your apartment down. I promise.” He yawned.

you nodded your head at his answer. He’s clean, obedient, and he can cook? Wow, you sure are lucky.

“sure. I’ll text you the address after the call. Thank you for calling once again.” You politely say. You sigh. A message pops up on your screen from an unknown number, and you open it curiously. Oh, it’s the guy from before.

(unknown number)- call me heeseung

(unknown number)- also can I move in next week?

you- oh of course! Let me tidy up the house a bit then. Uhh I’ll check my schedule when I’m free and we can talk.

you then opened his contact and changed his name to “new roomie heeseung.” You think nothing of it. You never even thought of his looks, or friendliness. Only his cleanliness.

new roomie heeseung- okay thank you so much 😄

you leave him on read, and put your phone down. Okay, time to get cleaning.

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3 days passed, and it’s the end of the week. Heeseung comes tomorrow. You’re nervous. Very nervous.

you’re very proud of yourself when you look around your apartment. It was sparking clean, almost blinding you. You smile to yourself, and go clean the bed sheets and comforter of the guest room for heeseung.

your phone buzzes from your back jeans pocket while your holding the bunch of the guest room’s sheets. The comforter is drying outside, and you’ve already dusted every centimeter of that room. (yours too.)

you’ve cleaned up your room and bought a few decors for the kitchen too. You want to make a good impression on your new roommate. What if he would move out because of you?

Nah you’re too nice for that. You’ve got looks too. You’ve caught the eyes of people several times in college and high school, and your face hasn’t changed much.

You didn’t sleep that much that night. Work was really stressful the day you cleaned. Cleaning can take your mind off of things sometimes. Today was finally your day off, to meet heeseung. You two were still talking over text daily, but made it a surprise to show each other your faces. He was surprisingly fun to talk to too.

The following morning you were still wide awake, with somehow no eye bags at all, and swept the whole apartment. You vacuumed as a double check too. you check your phone.

new roomie heeseung- I’m almost there!

you: don’t worry, take your time

You sat of your couch waiting and waiting patiently. The clock strikes 2:30 pm. A few minutes later, knocking is heard.

You stand up immeadiately and checking yourself. You run to the bathroom, check your makeup, (You wore light makeup) and fix your outfit a bit. You rush to the front door and open it.

Woah. a tall handsome man stands in front of you. He’s absolutely stunning. Time seems to slow down once you opened the door. Best decision you’ve ever made. Damn you better close that mouth of yours before you start drooling and embarrass yourself.

“it’s heeseung,” he smiles confidently at you, while holding all his luggage. Damn he is so handsome. It makes you want to see him smile forever. Fuck, your delusional ass needs to be stopped before your mind drifts somewhere else.

“hi,” you bow, “I’m y/n the owner of the apartment. Come inside and put your luggage in.” You motion him toward the living room.

“the guest room- no your room, is on the left side of the hallway and next the the bathroom.” You inform, and point towards where you were saying. He listens carefully. When you look over at him, he’s already looking at you. He smiles, and takes off his shoes.

“you can go ahead and unpack. Make yourself at home. Do you want a drink?” You ask.

“water is fine with me,” he shrugs. As he walks away you smile to yourself. How did I get so lucky? You think. You snap out of your thoughts, and go to the kitchen to get him some water.

as you reach for a clean cup, heeseung comes out. He watches you intently, not making a sound. He smirks to himself.

“damn why is it so high,” you grumble. You then feel someone’s presence behind you, and a hand reaches for the exact cup. “need help?” The male says behind you. You’re flustered. “You know, I could’ve done it myself.”

“seems like you needed help though,” he smirks. “I’ll get the water by myself by the way.”

you nod you head, pointing to the water boiler where the water had been boiled a few hours prior to his arrival. You walk to your room embarrassed.

tsk, this is so cliche. You thought. No way your going to get close with that guy. He’s a bit flirty, from what you’ve noticed. Maybe he’s had multiple girls drool over him before, including you.

you don’t know anything about the guy in your house, he could be a murderer. You sit on your bed and wonder, going into your own world. Soon, you fall asleep, with your door slightly opened. Also with someone watching you fondly from the creak in the door.

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heeseung was still living in his parents house after college. He had a job, a well paying one, but he didn’t seem to like the idea of living on his own. Not that he wasn’t mature enough, he just didn’t want to.

His mom scolded him that he was old enough to move himself out, and started comparing him to his cousins, once again. This happens every time. He groans to himself.

“OKAY! I GET IT! I’LL TRY TO FIND A NEW PLACE BY NEXT WEEK. HAPPY?” Heeseung shouts from his room. He can already see his mom smiling in his head. A silence passes, and heeseung flops onto his bed. He knows that it will be hard to find a new place to call home.

as heeseung walks out from the cafe to take a stroll, he spots something. More like a flying paper. It lands on the ground right in front of him, like it was destiny.

“looking for a new roommate.” He reads aloud. He smiles to himself in victory. Just what he needed. He picks up the paper to dial the number printed. I hope nobody else has taken this opportunity, he thinks to himself. He calls your number, and you pick up a few seconds later. You agreed almost immediately, and the address was thankfully not far from his parents home.

he couldn’t stop smiling on his way back home to tell his mother.

— a few days later—

His mom is excited. She helps him pack everything, and clean up his room. After that is all finished, he tells you he will be coming soon with all packed luggage.

“my baby is all grown up now,” his mom smiles. She pinches his cheeks lovingly, while heeseung is trying to swat away her hands.

“thank you, but I’ll be going now,” heeseung grumbles. “Love you mom” he kisses her cheeks goodbye. His dad hugs her.

“be safe son! You’re an adult now!” His dad shouts behind him.

heeseung smiles as he gets into his truck. “Goodbye! I’ll make sure to visit from time to time!” He drove off, humming a happy tune.

when he had arrived, he parked his truck outside. He looks at his watch, 2:34, not too late. He grabs his heavy luggage and repeats the address number in his head multiple times. Once he reaches your floor, he’s huffing and puffing. He’s nervous, since the two of you decided to keep your faces a surprise. He nervously rings your doorbell, and when you open the door- he’s completely out of breath this time.

you’re absolutely adorable in his eyes. When you smile up at him, it makes him almost immediately smile back. He decides to put a confident smile on and introduces himself.

“ it’s heeseung.” He says. You introduce yourself very politely, and motion him towards his own room- not before inviting him in with a drink. He smiles. Finally. He takes off his shoes, and carries his luggage to the room you had pointed to.

He heard clanking of glasses in the kitchen, and curiosity filled him. He goes to where the sound came from, and sees you trying to reach for a cup. Cute, he mumbles under his breath.

he doesn’t know where this boldness comes from but then- he automatically helps you, making you flustered. He sees the light blush on your cheeks. He’s used to doing things on his own, which was what his parents taught him to do. He fills his cup, and sips the liquid inside.

he watches as you rush to your room, and he smirks a bit to himself.

a few minutes later, as he’s walking back to his room, he sees that your door is opened a little bit. He was going to ask about the wifi, but found that you were sound asleep. How much cuter could you get? He smiles fondly to himself admiring your silent sleeping figure.

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when you wake up, you are parched. So of course, you go into the kitchen to fill your cute duck mug. As soon as you walk out of your room, you see heeseung only in a towel, leaning against his bedroom door frame. His hair is slightly damp, and messy falling in front of his eyes. How the hell can a man be so sexy?

You freeze. Heeseung doesn’t notice you, gladly, because his phone is distracting him. He sure took the message, “make yourself at home.” You blink a few times before walking the other direction to the kitchen. You check the time first- 6:00 pm?!?

You sure slept for a long time. You don’t realize that you’ve been staring at your phone screen that has turned off already, because you had spaced out.

Now heeseung finally notices you and smiles. He sees that you’ve spaced out and your duck mug and phone are in both your hands. He gushed to himself at how cute you look. He puts a hoodie on and sweats before approaching you. He walks over to you and asks, “how was your sleep y/n?”

you jump a little, snapping out of your thoughts. You turn around, and smile back at him.

“it was alright, but that was much needed rest. Work has been tiring lately, that’s all.” You say casually, though he didn’t ask. He stares at you while you talk. He listens carefully to everything you say.

The conversation flows smoothly, and goes on and on. The two of you are the about the same age, him being a few months older. What a coincidence. You both learn about each other and your habits. You tell him about how you two will split the bills, and he agreed knowing it would be fair enough. Giggles and laughs fill the air. Maybe you do want to get close with him.

you both order takeout for dinner, and become more comfortable with each other as time passes by.

A few hours later, [10:34 pm] you both say goodnight to each other. You wave, and go to your respective rooms. You flip down on your bed and crawl into your comforter.

You sigh. Why can’t you sleep? Were you in..love? No stupid! It was because you took a nap in the afternoon! You thoughts cloud away as you finally drift off.

meanwhile, in the other room across from you, heeseung can’t sleep because of the opposite reason.

.༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶.

the next morning, you wake up tired, but determined. You get ready, but today you put on a little extra makeup. You want to work harder and overtime today so you can get extra pay. You put on a cute outfit, a shirt with a collar, and add a cute clip in your hair.

You had forgotten about heeseung, so when you went to the kitchen, you were surprised. “Good morning,” Heeseung says. His morning voice is a bit deeper.

“morning.” You respond. You walk quickly past him, to get your mug to get water.

“where are you going?” A voice says behind you.

“to work. Don’t you have a job to go to too?”

“yeah, but it’s later in the afternoon.”

You nod. an awkward silence fils the air as you make your toast and run to the front door, to put your shoes on. As you grab your keys, a voice stops you. “wait,” Heeseung says. “When do you come home from work?”

“9 pm today. I’m working overtime. Usually I come home at 7 pm. why do you ask?”

“uh so we can get to know each other more? Also, I’ll be coming home before you.” He rubs the back of his head. You wonder if there was another reason behind that. You smile.

You check your watch. “okay, I’ll tell you my schedule once I get home. I’ll be going now!” You grab your keys and head out.

he picks his hand up to wave, but the door shut closed before him. “bye.. have a nice day at work…” his lips form a thin line, and he turns around to get ready to go to his own work place.

.༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶.

“Someone’s in a good mood.” Your coworker, and best friend, Chaeyoung grumbles. You were so caught up into your own world, that you forgot about the people around you. Oops.

you smile at her excitedly and spill everything. How your roommate was so hot, and how he was really sweet about everything. His reactions are on timing, and his laugh is angelic. You could go on and on about him, but just then your boss walks in front of you two.

“get back to work!” He barks. “yes sir.” You mumble, head hanging low.

.༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶. when you come home from work, the apartment is silent. You put down your things, and run to your room. You flip down on your bed exhausted, but your stomach growls so loud that the earth also rumbles.

you groan, not wanting to get up. You see a figure by your bedroom frame. “Are you okay?” Heeseung asks. He walks over to you.

do I look okay? “Yeah I’m fine,” you mumble. “Just a little hungry.”

“I’ll make something for you, don’t worry.” He says.

“wait.” You grab his wrist to stop him. That catches his attention immediately. “You don’t have to.”

“but I insist.”

you sigh, letting go of him. “okay then.”

—

as you play on your phone, heeseung calls you out. You crawl out of your bed, and walk to the kitchen. A bowl of fried rice sits on the table with chopsticks and a spoon at the side. Heeseung’s smile is contagious. “This is for me?” You ask, pointing your index finger to your chest.

“go ahead and dig in.” He gestures towards the bowl. “Thank you for the meal.” You say genuinely. When the rice hits your taste buds, your eyes widen. You look over at heeseung, who was already looking at you for your reaction, and you put up a thumbs up. You giggle to yourself. He cooked this for me! Does that mean he cares for me? You think. You see heeseung smile at the side of your eye, probably proud of himself. “Do you want some?” You ask. He’s taken aback. Then hesitates. He slowly nods. “Sure.”

you grab your spoon and get a spoon full. You try to give the spoon to him, but the moment you turn, he opens his mouth. He wants to you to feed him. He looks at you expectantly with his cute blinking bambi eyes and his mouth open, waiting to be fed. The proximity catches you off guard and you blush. You put the spoon into his mouth, and he chews.

“oh wow. I’m a good cook.” He compliments to himself. He smirks up at you, know the effect he has. He walks away like nothing happened after that.

.༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶.

he’s giving you mixed signals. It’s been a few months of living with him, and you’ve fallen deep. One day, he’s being affectionate, and the other day he’s neutral. You’ve gotten comfortable with each other, making jokes about anything, and doing Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who does the dishes.

but today, he went out to to go to hang out with his friends. Today for you, was just another tiring day of work. You take a very refreshing shower, and do a face mask. It was a day to yourself. You wear your cute shiro pajamas, and matching fuzzy socks.

you grab a few chip bags and drinks, and get cozied up in your cocoon of blankets. You grab your laptop, and watch your Netflix show. You feel so relaxed. A few hours and a few episodes later, you feel tired. Why hasn’t heeseung came home yet? You yawn.

just then, your phone rings. You pick up immediately, seeing the caller is was your roommate.

“hello? Is this heeseung’s roommate?” A male voice asks.

“Yeah. What’s going on? Also who are you?” You ask.

“I’m Jake, heeseung’s best friend. Heeseung is reallly drunk right now, and I need you to take him home.”

really? You taking heeseung home? But your so comfortable right now! You groan in frustration.

“okay just send me the location and I’ll be there.” You say and then hang up. You get out of your comfy bed, and get changed into a hoodie. You don’t want to change your pants, so you leave it be.

you check your phone and see that heeseung is at a bar. You pick up your keys and drive to the location. Once you arrive, you text that you’re here. You lean back on your car so that they could see you. Jake said he would check heeseung’s phone for him. A few minutes later, you see a blonde carrying a drunk heeseung on his back. You giggle at the sight.

Jake comes up to you, (because you told him that you were the one leaning on a car wearing a black hoodie) and tells you to open the car door.

He drops heeseung onto the passenger seat, and says goodnight to you. You wave back and turn your head to see a very drunk heeseung. He can barely open his eyes.

“hee, how much did you even drink?”

he holds up his hand to say he drank a “little bit”. (Like 🤏) you giggle at the sight, thinking he was lying. “Let’s go home.” You sigh.

you close the door, and put his seat belt on for him. You do the same for yourself, and then step in the pedal.

once you park into the parking lot, you unbuckle and go out to take heeseung out of your car. When you try to pull him out of the car, he whines. “I don’t want to get out,” and “I’m too tired to move.”

you groan in annoyance. You then pick him up, his arm around your shoulders, and your arm around his waist. You had to carry him all the way up to the 5th floor… and he was kind of heavy. I’ll get through it.. you think.

—

“I think I’m gonna puke.” He groans. “ my arm is also numbing.”

“We’re almost there, just- hold on a bit longer.” You say. You pant, and stop for a while. Just one more stair case. Why did the elevator have to be broken at this time?!?

heeseung gags, and immediately covers his mouth. You walk slowly up, so he doesn’t throw up easier.

once you make it, you let heeseung sit on the ground, so you can unlock the door. You drag him inside, and take him to the bathroom. “There, you can throw up now.” You pat his back, and stand up to get him a glass of water.

after heeseung is done, he wipes his mouth with the tissue you gave him, and you hand him his water.

“Feeling better?” You ask. He nodded, and gulp down the whole cup. “Let’s go get you some rest.” You stand up, and pull him with you. You go walk to his room, and lay him down. He lays there and talks quietly with you.

“hey I gotta tell you something.” Your ears perk up at that. You notice that he isn’t at all tired anymore. “Hmm?” You answer. You’re sitting on a chair you dragged from his desk to next to his bed.

“wait- nevermind.” He mumbles. Your a bit disappointed, and was kind of hoping he was going to say some good news.

“okay then I’ll go get you some more water, and I’ll go to sleep.” You sigh, yawning and stretching. When you stand up, a hand grabs your wrist. Heeseung is avoiding eye contact with you, but you think he’s still drunk. “Can you maybe sleep with me?” He mumbles, barely a whisper. You almost didn’t catch that. Your eyes widen, and you stutter, “ uh- I- uhm-” “it’s okay you don’t have to.” He let’s go of your wrist.

you sleeping with him? You’d take the opportunity if you could. So you hesitantly walk over to the other side of the bed, and tuck yourself in. There’s a awkward tension into the air, but heeseung speaks up first. “Would it be weird if we could cuddle?” You shake your head. The sheets shuffle, and a hand goes over your waist. Your not facing him, thankfully, or else he would’ve seen your tomato face. His other hand taps your back to lift a little, so he could hug you from behind.

you get the message almost immediately, and lift up a little. His arm slips through and he shifts so close to you that your back touches his chest. No words are exchanged between you two. His hand rubs circles on your stomach, and unconsciously slips under your shirt not in a sexual way. His head is tucked into your neck, your hair ticking his face. You knew he wouldn’t remember any of this. You sigh, hand going over his own.

you fall asleep, with thoughts clouding your mind. Little do you know, he was actually sober. He didn’t lie about drinking a little bit. He smiles to himself, and falls asleep a few minutes after you.

.༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶.

You wake up before him. When you try to get out of bed to make his hangover soup, his arms around you hold you tighter. He pulls you flush against his chest. His head is a mess, and his eyes are a bit puffy. How can he be so adorable?? You gush at him, and pry his arms away. He doesn’t move. You groan to yourself. Not going to lie, you actually love this position. You could get used to this. But, you two were only roommates. Just roommate things, right?

“Heeseungggg” you whine, trying to get out of his grip, though you don’t want to. “I’m going to be late for work.” He opens one eye and smiles. Your now facing him, trying to wake him up. He closes his eyes again, teasing you.

“I don’t care. Stay with me.” He mumbles. You groan and slap his face lightly and playfully. “ow.” He hold your hand on his face, making your hand cradle his face. You blush at the contact.

“I have to get up and make you your hangover soup.” You mumble.

“I don’t have a headache because I woke up next to you.” He winks. You glare at him playfully. You finally get up, and heeseung lets you, to go get ready. You stretch, and walk out of his room. “She’s so cute,” he mumbles. He hides his face into his pillow.

you get ready, and then go to the kitchen to make hangover soup and your breakfast. A few minutes later you see a sleepy heeseung walk out of his room. As if he was still drunk, he walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist. His head tucks into your neck, chin resting on your shoulder, so he was basically back hugging you. “I’m tired.” He mumbles. You don’t respond, because your words are caught in your throat. You hum back instead, and keep mixing the soup to distract yourself. Just on time, your toast pops out. You walk over to spread your spread of choice on the toast, while heeseung’s hand is still on your waist.

“go ahead and scoop the soup into a bowl. It’s ready. I’ll be going now- and be careful. The soup is still hot.” You turn off the fire and smile at him. “ bye! I’ll text you when I’m coming back home.”

heeseung waves, “bye.” He winks at you. You blush as you head out. He smirks to himself, and turns around to grab a bowl.

For you, your heart is thumping so loud. Waking up next to heeseung, and back hugging you while making breakfast? He is driving you crazy.

.༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶.

At around the time your about to leave work, heeseung texts you.

heedeungie- meet me at the park after your work is done

you- okay

you- I think I might have leave early anyway today

you then put down your phone, and tell your coworkers that you’re leaving early for the day. You go into your car, and drive to the location heeseung sent you.

once you arrive, you text heeseung that your already there. He calls you, so of course you pick up. He tells you to meet at the Apple tree.

you walk over there, and see heeseung sitting down on a picnic mat. He had a buttoned up collar, the first three unbuttoned, and a pair of dark slightly baggy jeans. You smile when he make eye contact with you, and he calls you over.

“what are we here for?” You ask.

“We’re star gazing.” He states. He looks over at you to see you smiling at him. He smiles back. “I’ve never been star gazing with someone before.” You mumble.

he looks over at you once again. “Really? And I’m the first one?” His smile is so big.

“yeah.”

“Wow.” He looks at into the sky. “Let’s play some games till the stars appear yeah?” You nod.

the night goes by fast, and laughter fills the air. “Oh look. There are stars now!” Heeseung exclaims happily. You look up, a see the beauty in the sky. You smile to yourself. you’re looking at the sky, while heeseung is looking at you. “So pretty.” He mumbles. He looks back up before he gets caught staring.

“Oh and before I forget, I need to tell you something.” Heeseung says. You look over at him, giving him your undivided attention. He takes a deep breath.

“uhm so- uh- ever since I saw you when I moved in, you were so pretty. No- you are so pretty. Oh- straight to the point.” He looks you in the eyes. “Y/n, I like you so much that my heart hurts knowing I can’t have you. I might get kicked out because of this right? If you don’t like me back can we stay friends...” your eyes soften at him. Tears start welling up somehow. You don’t know why you start crying- maybe you were just really happy.

“Nono no no, no- y/n why are you crying?” He cups your face before he pulls you into his chest and let you cry. After you calm down a bit, you look up at him. You laugh at yourself for your stupid actions. He’s confused why you had a sudden mood change, but let’s you do so.

“Lee Heeseung.” He looks down at you in his arms. “You do not understand how much I liked you when I first opened my front door. And no, you will not be kicked out. I don’t know what your saying, but you can have me. I’ve been all yours from the start. I want to be more that just roommates and friends. I like you so much heeseung,” You cry a bit more before looking up at him for an answer, but he’s just staring at you. “What?” You laugh.

you did not expect what happened next. He crashes his lips onto yours. You kiss back almost immediately, and that soon turn to a little make out session. You pull away first, catching your breath. He pulls you back into another kiss, one that’s more passionate. The night ends off with little giggles, and stealing kisses from one another.

—

once the two of you had gotten home, heeseung sat on the couch waiting for you to finish showering. He had already finished way before you did. When you came out, he rushed over to you and hugged your warm body. “I missed you.” He mumbled.

“hee, it’s only been like-40 minutes.” You state.

“I know, but I still missed you.” He whined. You smile at him. “let’s go to sleep yeah?” You pat his face gently and affectionately. He grabs your hand to make it stay on his face and nods while closing his eyes. “m tired anyway.” He mumbles.

you laugh at his cute gestures and then you walk into the kitchen. Our grab his cup and yours, and fill them both with water. “Drink some water first.” He waddles over to you in his matching blue Shin Chan pajamas and obediently drank from his plain black mug.

after that, you both brush your teeth together, and go into his room. It feels as if you’ve always been doing this, though it was the first night dating. You crawl into the sheets, and he immediately pulls you into his embrace. You snuggle into him, and fall asleep very quickly. He kisses your forehead. “Good night, y/n.”

—

a/n- sorry, I got a bit carried away… sorry my grammar is ass, and I didn’t care to check over it.. I love heeseung guys

#lee heesung x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #heeseung fluff #heeseung #heeseung imagines #heeseung x yn #enha #enhypen heeseung #enhypen #enhypen x reader #engene #yn #heeseung x reader #enhypen oneshots

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kazutora-kurokawa · 3 months

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Hi hiiii

I don’t know if you are taking any sort of requests right now but like…I rarely see anyone write for my baby Takemichi 😫 and since you do…Do you have any SFW and NSFW headcannons about him? (Preferably Bad Toman!Takemichi but doesn’t matter to me)

If you aren’t taking any requests then you can just ignore this, thank youuuu 🩵🩵

-SunRay☀️

Corrupt Toman!Takemichi Headcanons

♡ SFW & NSFW, Fem!Reader, mentions of kidnapping and murder, Toman is doing criminal activities obviously, Au where Takemichi didn't get Akkun to kill Hina but Kisaki still ended up getting her killed anyway ♡

note: I'm most certainly taking requests, I should probably make that clearer lol

❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀

SFW

🍀 Fell in love with you the moment that he saw you

🍀 Hired bodyguards to secretly keep watch over you because he doesn't want you to end up like Hina did

🍀 Keeps you as far away from his work as possible

🍀 Has connections to the police so he can get away with a lot of things (Corrupt Detective!Naoto sounds like such a good idea for headcanons)

🍀 Considered kidnapping you for a while, but decided to approach you like a normal person and ask you out

🍀 Gives you everything you want without hesitation. You want that purse? It's bought. Want someone dead? Consider it done.

🍀 A chain smoker for sure, he'll go outside on the balcony of your apartment to smoke because he knows you don't like the smell

🍀 He has yakuza style tattoos on his arms and upper back (the fact that Wakui never gave Takemichi tattoos is insane, he'd look so fine with them)

🍀 Most likely has your name tatted on him, either on his neck or his wrist

🍀 He might be an executive for one of the most dangerous gangs in Tokyo, but he's a major softie for you

NSFW

🍀 A switch, but he secretly prefers being on the bottom because he loves the feeling of you being in control of him

🍀 This man is submissive and breedable asf

🍀 Moans and whimpers when he eats you out and when he fucks you

🍀 Begs you to sit on his face and isn't satisfied until you're gushing all on his tongue and his face is drenched

🍀 The taste of your pussy lives in his head rent free

🍀 Buys you pretty dresses just to end up tearing them off of you later

"Sorry princess, I didn't mean to rip your dress like that. I'll buy you a new one tomorrow!"

🍀 He has a breeding kink and always begs you to let him cum inside

🍀 Has a fixation on your thighs, they're just so soft and cute and he loves leaving hickeys and bite marks on them

🍀 Loves thighjobs, sit in his lap and let him slide his dick between your thighs and he's in heaven fr

🍀 He's into public sex and has definitely fucked you in the car or at a nightclub before

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers smut #hanagaki takemichi #takemichi x reader #takemichi smut

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inmyheadimobsessed · 1 year

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Go Easy On Me

pairing: scotty ✘ black!reader

summary: dean introduces you to his friend when your shower needs fixing and you find yourself being drawn to her rather quickly.

word count: 3564

contains: fluff, reader making scotty flustered, scotty being her anxious, shy, sweet, emotional self

tags: @verachii @szalipcombo @rxcently @coolestgay @widowmakker @fetchyourlife @blackgcomica @shurisbbymama @bestfriend491 @simp4iwaizumi

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: i honestly don't know how i feel about this. i think it's kinda cute i guess, and i can see myself writing a pt. 2 if y'all would want that. i just wanted to write something cute for my baby scotty cause i need her to be taken care of lol. enjoy <3

"Ah fuck!" Your body jerked back when you stepped under the ice-cold droplets raining down from your shower head. Third time this week. You had no idea how much more of this you were willing to take. Cold showers in the sweltering London heat were doable, but it was mid-December now, and freezing your tits off was not an option.

Shutting the water off, you wrapped your towel around your body and headed across the hall — this routine of showering at Dean's every afternoon before work was getting old. You didn't even bother knocking; the door was always open anyway.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, again?" Freddie lowered the toast from his mouth mid-bite.

You rolled your eyes, "Yes, again."

"We ought to start charging ya for using up all the hot water."

Dean appeared out of his room then, smiling when he saw you, "Oh babe, is your shower out again?"

"And you leave your hair all on the walls!"

"Shut it, Freddie!" Dean turned back to face you, "When are you gonna have that looked at?"

You sighed; you did need to get it checked out. You'd discovered that your flat was the only one in the building with this little water issue. "The coffee shop only pays so much, Dean. I have bills, rent."

"Well, babe, if money is the only thing stopping you, I told you my friend would be more than willing to do it for free. She's like a lesbian Handy Manny."

The offer was tempting, and you were desperate, but the idea of not being able to pay someone for their service was not one you enjoyed. "I don't know, Dean. Maybe if I knew–"

"Well, speak of the devil! Scotts, there's someone I want you to meet!" Dean's tone was chipper, and you whipped around to follow it. Your eyes landed on a short-haired cutie at the entrance. Fighting your smile at the sight of her was impossible, like her presence warranted a big grin.

You stuck your hand out, and she shook it timidly. "Uh, I'm Scotty."

"Hi, Scotty." Her obvious averting of your towel-clad body was adorable. Her baggy jeans and flannel practically swallowed her whole under her coat. Anxious eyes wandered the open living space, attempting to focus on something, anything, that was not your half-naked frame.

The small thrill it brought you was something you hadn't felt in a long time. You were rethinking your stance now; maybe letting Scotty fix your shower wasn't such a bad idea.

Your smile morphed into a smirk when you caught her eyes scanning you for a split second before she ripped them away. "Scotts, the shower in the flat across the hall is on the fritz. You think you can check it out?"

You bit your lip, smiling slyly, "You don't have to if you're too busy. I can't pay you."

"Um, y-yeah. I can do that, can't right now, though. Got work in an hour." She looked you in the eyes for the first time since she'd arrived, and you couldn't help but swoon at their deep brown shade. "Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is perfect." You beamed at her, and she blushed. There was a tug of something brewing between the pair of you. It was irrational and immediate, given you'd only met, but it was something you felt needed to be explored. "I'm off to your shower Dean, hopefully for the last time. If Scotty here is as amazing with her hands as you say, I will be enjoying my own hot water come tomorrow."

Her eyes were saucers at your words, and she chuckled nervously, watching you saunter into the bathroom. You switched your hips as you walked away because of course you did, and feeling her stare bore into your back was the reward you were hoping for.

•••

A knock at your door jerked you awake. Groaning, you rolled over to glance at the time, 9:09 a.m.

“Hello? You in? It’s Scotty. I’m here about your shower like we talked about.”

Fuck. You scrambled out of bed, tangling in your covers and falling to the floor.

“You alright in there?” She sounded concerned on the other side of the door. You hadn’t forgotten she was coming; you just didn't think she would be this early. Working the late shift did not do wonders for your sleep schedule, and now Scotty was going to see just how much of a toll making coffee took on you.

When you finally reached your feet, you peeped in the mirror. Under-eye bags and dark circles, great. “Yeah, just need a second!” You scurried to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. At least now, your morning breath wouldn’t melt her face off.

You opened the door, and she flinched, but soon a gentle smile decorated her features. “Hi.”

“Hi. Sorry, I know it's early, but this was the only time I could come. I told my boss I was gonna be late today. The call center I work at is pretty lenient, so I could get away with that. Then I came straight here. I hope that's okay.”

You giggled at her nervous rambling, and puppy dog eyes, begging for forgiveness for a crime she did not commit. “Scotty, it's fine. Come in.”

“Okay. Cool, cool.” She crossed your threshold and stood awkwardly in your living room, toolbox clutched between her fingers, awaiting further instruction.

Leaning back against your couch, you eyed her. Scotty’s curious eyes roamed your home. They traveled around the space until they landed on you. She let her eyes trail your long legs to your large exposed thighs in your pajama shorts. A stifled breath lodged in her throat at the sight of your boobs perched in the t-shirt you wore.

You couldn't help your grin at her shamelessness in checking you out. She was unaware of you watching her until her eyes found yours. Caught. She knew it, and her shy blush was evidence of that: shock, embarrassment, remorse — emotions filtered through her rapidly.

“Is it appropriate to check a client out?”

Scotty cleared her throat, stuttering in attempts to speak. “Uh, I’m sorry. I-I wasn't… I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m–” She fiddled with her fingers.

“I'm quite comfortable with you watching me, Scotty.” You leered at her.

She shook her head, “Sorry. We can get to the shower now, is the bathroom through here?”

“We can get to the shower, but I don't think we would enjoy ourselves much, babe. Freezing water and all that. Unless you're into that sorta thing.”

Her brows shot up. “No! That's not, that's not what I meant. I meant I can get to fixing your shower now.”

“Well, why didn't you say that, silly? Had me thinking you had ulterior motives coming round my place this early.” Your smile was bright, the complete opposite of hers; small and unsure.

You led her to the tub and turned the water on. “It goes in and out usually, but the past few weeks, it's just been cold.”

She stepped closer, putting her hand under the water to test it. “Do you know where your water heater is?”

“No? Am I to know that?” You scrunched your nose, and she laughed a little.

She shook her wet hands off in the tub before turning the knob. “Usually you would, yeah. I'm sure that's the issue here. Your water pressure is good.”

“If I were a water heater, where would I be?” You tapped your chin dramatically, scanning your apartment. Her little giggle brought to life the butterflies in your stomach, fluttering and begging to be released.

“I think it's just here.” She said with a smile. Scotty turned the handle of a door you had no idea existed. You’d been in the flat for about three months, yet discovered something new about the place daily. Today: secret door leading to water heater.

She stepped inside the tiny space, examining the large tank. “Can you hand me a wrench out of my toolbox, please?”

“Right, cool. Which one's the wrench again?” The reaction on her face was priceless, and you bit back a chuckle. “I know what a wrench is Scotty, relax.”

Soft fingers brushed the back of your hand as you handed her the tool. Funny, working with her hands regularly did not strip them of their tenderness. Your butterflies grew increasingly impatient, needing to meet the person responsible for waking them. She let her fingers linger longer than necessary, and you were not complaining.

You found yourself enjoying the feeling of her touch. It pulled you in, and it made your insides tingle.

Watching her work on the heater was only making things worse. She'd removed her flannel, leaving her in her white tank top. Scotty’s muscles flexed with each movement, droplets of sweat forming on her upper arms and forehead. You exhaled a long breath when she bit her lip, deep in thought about what to do next. Not only was she adorable, but she was fucking sexy. She was very skilled at what she did; intricate, focused. It drove you mad.

She smirked and flipped a screwdriver in her hand triumphantly. “I fixed it!”

“Sorry, what?” She entranced you, and she was none the wiser. Scotty repeated herself, and you shook your head. “Oh! Do we check the water now?”

“Yes.” The back of her hand swiped across her forehead, and you considered fainting. But instead, you followed behind her to your bathroom, watching as her shoulder muscles contorted.

Sitting at the tub's edge, she turned the water on, repeating her movements from earlier. A large smile broke free on her face as she beckoned you closer. “It's hot.”

You sat next to her, tangling your fingers in the warm stream of water flowing from the tap. You could moan at the feeling, and you did. You glanced up at her eyes, feeling that tug from yesterday return. They twinkled before you, and you smirked.

“It is hot.” Ambiguity loomed in the air with the steam. Clueless as ever, Scotty only smiled.

You stood, throwing your arms around her excitedly. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I could kiss you right now. Oh my god!”

Her eyes darted around the room as she scratched the back of her neck. “Um, it's nothing, really. I didn't do much.”

You batted your eyelashes at her. “You did more than you know, Scotty. You actually kinda saved my life, yeah? I wish I could pay you back.”

“Oh, you don't have to. I'm just happy to help.” And you knew she meant that. Scotty seemed like the type who wanted to make others happy. It was a beautiful attribute to possess, indeed.

“Tell you what. Come by my work later, and I’ll give you a free coffee and scone on the house. It's the least I can do.”

She grinned at you in that timid way you found yourself growing fond of. “I’d like that.”

Staring at her and into those beautiful, kind eyes filled you with something you were unaware you were missing. Warm and gooey, and you refused to rip your stare away from her. Scotty’s gaze was just as intense as your own. She felt the pull too, and it was apparent she had no clue what to do with it.

“You're adorable. You know that?” Your whisper knocked her off-kilter, and you shook your head. You knew you wouldn't get a response, and you were fine with that.

She eyed your lips, as you spoke to her. “I’ll get your things for you.”

You gathered her tools as she watched you, back pressed against your front door. She stalked your movements, and her breathing hitched when you bent over to pick up the last one.

“I hope you don't gawk at paying customers that way. Not sure it'd be good for business.” Standing in front of her, you could see the longing swimming around in her eyes.

She dipped her head as she took her toolbox. Lightning fingers struck you again, and you gasped. “Sorry.”

“And what exactly are you apologizing for, Scotty?” Your smirk was playful, and you knew you had her.

She gnawed on her bottom lip sheepishly, tripping over her words. A sight you wanted to see as often as time would allow. Trapping her was entertaining, teasing her — enticing. “I-I should get to work.”

“Mmm. You should. I’ll see you later, right? At the Brew Box?”

She only nodded, and she was out the door.

•••

“Have a nice day!” Your excitement was forced and fake. Irritation consumed you as you handed the customer their hot chocolate. You didn't hate your job, not entirely, but you did have a strong disdain for the customers filtering in and out.

None of them was the short, shy mechanic who fixed your hot water issues that very morning. So they did not matter.

Scotty never specified when she would be by, so every time the bell above the front door dinged, your head shot up in hopes it was her. It never was, and your mood soured. Your shift dragged on slower than usual, and your co-workers noticed your detached state. By eleven, it was closing time, and Scotty had not shown. There was a sting in your chest. You couldn’t understand why someone you met only yesterday standing you up felt so… off, but it did.

By the time you got home that night, you were so tired you could pass out. Ridding your body of your coffee-stained uniform, you climbed into your shower. Hot, soothing water massaged and embraced your skin, working out the tension built up there. The streams crashing onto you made your mind wander to Scotty. Thoughts of her consumed you as you cleaned yourself under the water she made possible. You were out like a light when you put on your bonnet and wrapped your covers around yourself.

Pounding at your door intruded on your dreams. “Fuck off!”

“Um, it’s Scotty.” The softest voice you’d ever heard. It jolted you out the bed and to the door. When you opened it, there she stood. “Hi.”

It took everything in you not to squeal at the sight of her. She wore a blue and black flannel today: the same green coat and the same baggy jeans. You smiled wide. “Hi, Scotty.”

Scotty fumbled with her fingers, something she obviously did when she was nervous. “I noticed that the hinge on your bathroom door was loose when I was here yesterday. Oh, and there’s a chip in your sink. Thought I’d fix them? If you’re cool with that.”

Her eyes darted around, avoiding yours altogether. You nodded, stepping aside to let her in. “You trying to spoil me, Scotty? Coming all this way to fix a creaky door and a chipped sink?”

“I only live ten minutes from here.” Her cluelessness baffled you, honestly.

Knowingly, she shot straight to the bathroom with her toolbox. Your heart jumped a little at her knowing her way around your flat and noticing little things that needed fixing. Something you wouldn’t even care to notice. Attentive. You liked that.

“How's the water treating ya?” She placed the screwdriver between her lips and pushed onto her tip-toes to reach the top of your bathroom door. Nothing she said registered when she looked like that. It was evident Scotty had zero clue about the effect she had on you, how worked up you got from watching her tinker with her tools.

She stared at you expectantly with a head tilt when you didn’t answer. “It’s still working fine, right? You need me to take a look at it again? Because I can, I’ll have to call off work but that’s okay. I was–”

You shook your head, “What? No, the water is fine, babe. Perfect, actually.”

“Oh. Okay then.” She tried hiding her blush, but it lingered long enough for you to catch it.

“Missed you yesterday.” Even though your voice came out small, it still managed to make Scotty flinch.

She was working on your sink now, sanding the chip she fixed. When she emerged, she wore a frown. “I'm sorry. I wanted to come, I just–I. Something came up.”

“It's okay, I understand.” You walked towards her as she cleaned her hands with a rag. Fuck, even that was sexy. Watching her get in between her fingers, her palms. You almost moaned out loud.

She hadn't noticed you approaching, and she jumped at the visual of you directly in front of her. “So jumpy. It's cute.” You poked her stomach, and she quivered under your touch.

“I um… Are you going round to Dean’s party tonight?” She blinked, shutting her eyes tight as she exhaled.

“Parties aren't really my scene. I prefer more intimate settings. Allows for more… connecting. Don't you think?” The tension bubble enveloping the both of you was delicious. Scotty rattled at the closeness you two shared; you ate it up. Your chest was pressed against hers, and you could feel her heartbeat. Thump. Thump.

The rhythm fell in sync with the fluttering in your stomach. Sawdust mingled with the scent of her subtle cologne, and it made you dizzy. Her signature smell, you’d discerned.

She scratched her eyebrow with her thumb, “Maybe you uh, you should come. It could be fun. I’ll be there.”

“Are you asking me out?”

Her brows shot up then, and you couldn't help your smirk. “W-What? No. I'm just, I think you could have fun. You know Dean, he always makes everything fun.”

“Fun is one word you could use to describe Dean, I suppose.” You leaned in close enough to kiss her, and her breathing stuttered, “But I'll come. Since you'll be there.”

A grin was all she shot back, a flustered one. And you knew then, your mission was complete.

•••

You’d been at the party for over two hours, and there was no sign of Scotty. Sweaty bodies brushed up against you and the looped club mix did your head in. “Wanna dance?” Alcohol-laced breath wafted up your nose, and you gagged, pushing through the crowd of strangers. You did not need to keep suffering through this, so you left.

Decompressing from the loud music and gross people, you leaned back against the wall. A deep sigh escaped you.

“Hi.” A melody you knew well at this point. Your eyes traveled up to hers. There was an apologetic smile on her lips, and you folded in seconds.

You grinned at her. She looked cute, as usual. “Hi, Scotty.”

“Sorry about being late. You must hate me, huh?” She looked like there was more she wanted to say but couldn't find the words.

You felt a pull, so you moved in closer. “Hate you?”

“Yeah. Cause I keep standing you up, and I don't mean to. It's just, I wanna come. I wanted to come to your work yesterday, I really did. But I was too nervous. So I didn't come and I thought, you must really hate me now. And I had to make up for it, that's why I came by this morning. Even though I missed work, I didn't care.”

You grabbed her hands because she was sobbing, and it scared you. Dams of tears flowed from her eyes, and seeing her cry made your heart ache. “Scotty–”

“I think you're beautiful; I do. And I’d like to get to know you. But I’m scared because the last time I thought someone was beautiful, I messed it all up. And I don't wanna mess things up with you. And it's okay if you don't like me, I won't be mad.” Her tears grew heavier. She was hysterical.

“Oh babe, don't cry. I like you, Scotty, and I would love to get to know you as well.”

She sniffed, but the streams still came, “I’m not used to feeling like this. I just– I need you to be patient with me. I don't want you to hate me; please don't hate me. I’m sorry.” So much emotion in her words. The way Scotty felt things was deep — woven into her bones.

“If you give me a chance with your heart Scotty, I promise I’ll only ever be gentle.” You caressed her damp tear-stained cheek, and she nuzzled into the hold. Her attempts to bury her face in your palm confirmed your suspicions: she was starved for touch; she craved it. Scotty craved your touch. She clung to you when you pulled her in for a hug, refusing to let go. The pads of her fingers dug into your shoulders, it stung, but it was a breathable sting.

Your hands pressed against her face and you looked her in the eyes, swatting her tears away. “I’ve got you.”

You gently pushed your foreheads together, needing her to calm down and breathe. Peppering tender kisses to her face seemed to soothe her best, and seeing her relax soothed you.

This kind soul wormed her way into your heart with swiftness and ease. But you felt she had that effect on everyone she came in contact with. So much love with nowhere to expel it, and hesitant to receive it. You were going to change that. You would handle her with care.

#scotty x reader #lyricswriting #vivienne scott #vivienne scotty #letitia wright fanfic #scotty banana #myworks #scotty x black!reader #vivienne scott x reader #vivienne scott x black!reader #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x reader #shuri x black!reader #scotty x black!fem!reader #vivienne scott x black!fem!reader

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soonito · 1 year

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great times ahead

pairing: soonyoung x reader

genre: fluff, crack/humor, there is only one bed, idiots in love

warnings: hoshi lowkey manhandles reader a lot ?? but still has little spoon energy ?? i'm bad at this

wc: 1324

“This- This is the best- night of my life.” Soonyoung giggled between hiccups.

“My thoughts exactly!” Seokmin smiled fondly at his friend, handing him a glass of water. “I believe he’s very happy that you joined us after all.” He added, looking at you.

You shook your head. “Or he’s just pretty wasted.”

“I- I am.” Soonyoung wrapped his right arm around your shoulders. The water didn’t calm his hiccup at all. “Both.”

“Drink some more, Soon, and try to hold your breath for a bit.” He did as you told him, taking one last sip and then holding in a big gasp of air, filling up his cheeks with it. You chuckled. “Now you do look like a hamst-” Surprisingly fast (given his state of inebriation) he covered your mouth with his hand before you could go on, holding you even tighter. His face started turning red as he tried really hard to hold his breath without loosening his grip on you. Then, Seokmin poked his face, so he exhaled, sounding like a deflating balloon.

“Ah… Better.”

“Let me go!”

“Retire what you just said.”

“You didn’t even let me finish!”

“Retire what you were thinking!”

“Stop yelling!” Seokmin took Sooyoung's arm away, setting you free. “Everyone else is sleeping by now.”

“We should go too, it’s late.” you whispered “And I’m exhausted.”

Soonyoung made a weird sound of disappointment, but let himself get dragged by Seokmin as he led you upstairs. You’re staying in a nice lodge that your friends rented a couple of months ago, in the countryside. Back then you weren’t so sure if you could go, since you usually have lots of work even during the summer, while most people are enjoying the holidays. Luckily enough, you managed to get yourself some extra days off, and that's what made it all work out.

Seokmin and the rest arrived at the shelter earlier in the morning. You surprised them at dinner, bringing some more food and beers. You could have tagged along the next morning, since the plan was to stay for a whole week, but you decided to go right after finishing your last shift. Although you were already slightly tired, you really missed spending time with them. You needed this. Everyone got so excited to see you, especially Soonyoung. That cheered you up enough to gain some energy back, so you stayed awake longer than you expected.

“You can take that room.” Seokmin pointed at the end of the hallway. “The one on the right.” He handed you Soonyoung’s arm as if he was a package that needed to be carried. He complained just a second ago, but he was also getting sleepy. You shook your head with a smile, gestured Seokmin a good night and pulled Soonyoung by his wrist.

You tried your best to be quiet while opening the door. The curtains were drawn back, so it wasn't really necessary to turn on the lights. The moonlight coming in through the window was enough. The room was small, but cozy. It had a big wooden closet, a tiny desk by its side with a matching old chair and… only one bed.

Sooyoung wasted no time and jumped right into it. He had to, because the bed was taller than usual… and also seemed really small to be shared. You looked around, thinking about what to do. Maybe there was a sleeping bag in the closet, or at least some blankets that you could bring back downstairs to sleep on the couch. You went ahead to check it out, but didn’t take a single proper step before Soonyoung took your hand and pulled you right next to the bed again with a tug. How could he be this strong when he was drunk and already half asleep?

“Jesus! Soonyoung! Do you want to rip my arm apart?”

“Come in.” he mumbled.

“I don’t fit in there.”

“Just come.”

“You’re taking all the space!”

Soonyoung stood up again with a grunt, this time lifting up the sheets to get inside the bed. He laid on his side, sticking close to the wall so this time there was actually some space left for you. “Here.” he whispered, slowly patting the mattress.

Too tired to keep complaining, you gave up and jumped in with him. Laying on your side as well, you still felt too close to the edge of the bed.

“If you move one inch you'll push me down.”

Slipping one arm around your torso, Soonyoung brought you closer, so you were practically on top of him. For a second you thought he was going to stop there, and you felt a breath get stuck on your throat. Then, he turned around with a sudden move to exchange positions, causing you to bump your elbow with the wall and making you whine in pain. Now you were awkwardly laying on your back, Soonyoung snuggled back so that he could rest his head on your chest, his arms still hugging your waist like you were some sort of human pillow.

“Your heart is beating really fast.”

“Because you just tried to kill me!”

“Sorry.”

“And you're crushing me.”

“I'm not.”

“Let me move my arms.”

It was a losing battle. No matter what you did or said, Sooyoung wouldn’t keep his hands to himself. He had to hold you one way or another. At some point you found yourself holding him back. Just to make sure he wouldn’t be the one rolling down to the floor in the middle of the night. Finally, the whole place was all quiet and peaceful. You focus on Soonyoung’s breath, his hair rubbing against your face. It tickled. You saw this coming. He’s so clingy when he drinks, but then again, he has never been so close to you before. Is he even aware? Would it be awkward in the morning when he wakes up? His fingers moved on your back, it almost felt like a soft caress, a reassuring touch. When you got used to his embrace, finally getting an opportunity to relax, so you closed your eyes.

None of you closed the curtains at night before going to sleep, so the sun woke you up as soon as it started to rise. You and Soonyoung were completely entangled with each other. Your arms hurted a bit.

Someone peeked through the door, which you also forgot to close. It was Vernon. You didn’t know why, because it was obviously not a big deal at all, but you felt kind of shy in that position, barely awake with Soonyoung still holding you for dear life, unable to get up.

Vernon tilted his head. “Why didn’t you use the other bed?”

“What other bed?”

“The one below.”

You blinked. Vernon stepped in, moved away the sheets that were hanging off the bed. You noticed that there was a drawer, but it had no handle, rather a small gap along the wood, so that it could be grabbed and opened, and Vernon did so. Inside, there was another mattress, wrapped in another set of sheets and blankets identical to the ones around your body.

It was a trundle bed.

You stared at the second mattress. Then at Vernon. Then at the mattress again. Before any of you could say anything else, Soonyoung started stretching, letting out a big high-pitched yawn and rolling to his side without noticing, so he fell into the newly discovered bed and brought you and half of the blankets along with him. The two of you screamed from the shock as you dropped down, and while you were still completely startled, Soonyoung laughed hysterically.

“You are definitely trying to kill me!” you hissed.

Soonyoung didn’t stop laughing. He surrounded your neck with his arms and pulled you into another hug. Of course, you couldn't hold back your own laughter for too long.

If this is how it started, it was truly going to be a great week.

notes: i wanted to make a series with the classic there's only one bed trope and i had this and many other ideas (almost all svt members! damn) on my drafts for sooo long !! all of them are really messy and silly so i don't know if i'll keep them going but hey, at the very least, this is my first attempt! hope you enjoyed it 🩷

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rowarn · 7 months

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heya rowan! konig has been runnin through my mind rent free ever since your last fic, so i hope u dont mind me dropping these in here

40+ konig & inexperienced 25+ reader plus an age gap.. oh my gosh..

you had the pleasure of meeting konig when your friend invited you over to their house for a lunch date. their dad also invited a friend over.

he was huge, tall. and the way the shape of his arm was so visible through the compression shirt he wore. and you were so sure it was about to rip off at any second

your friend rambles about their day, asking you if you’re okay because you just keep zoning out.

konig and your friends dad are sitting on the couch, talking about something you couldnt be bothered to care about. all you know is that his laugh, his chuckles, his voice, just gets you all giddy inside.

your friend transfers to the couch as well, sitting right beside their dad. and you chose to sit right beside konig, i mean, why not? whats the worst that could happen?

he leans back, relaxed, making himself comfortable since him and your friends dad are good friends anyway. he knows the boundaries, he knows the house rules,

but he certainly doesnt know you

he asks for your name, where you work and what your job is. he drags the conversation just so he can have an excuse to look at you.

whats your favorite color? whats your degree, if you have one? do you want to join the military and become like me? what type of food do you like? how long have you known your friend? why havent i seen you sooner?

you are just too attractive. the way your lips curve into a smile as he continues to ask you question after question, or when he makes a joke related to something you were so passionate about. he knows you love the attention hes giving you

hes enamored, completely head over heels for this little friend hes met just now.

right before he leaves, he slips a piece of paper in your hand.

his name, his number, and a little heart drawn on the side of it

- koni💗

love your fics rowan, they get me so feral :)

ughhh this was such a scrumptious little thought koni !!! the way i'd be texting him and callin him like it was MY JOB <33333333

#ask #koni

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reinathevocaloid · 3 months

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A Sladick Playlist

(Bc these two have been living in my head rent-free these days lol)

Animals by Maroon 5 (Cover by Living in Fiction)

Baby, I'm preying on you tonight Hunt you down, eat you alive Just like animals

I Don't Know Why by Imagine Dragons

Dangerous Your love is always dangerous And now I'm lost in us We're livin' in a lying trust

damn. by Rei Ami

So tell me why you're back again Say what you mean, mean what you say 'Cause what you give is what you get And I don't forget

Killing Time by Infected Mushroom

In my dreams (I can kill you) Close to me You open the cage and he sets you free

Amsterdam by Daughter

Heavy eyed crawling on the roadside Swinging from the street lights I hope by the morning I will have grown back

heart of steel by sanjay.

What would I do with a heart of steel Protect what I love when I don't even feel Taken the chance to fix what I need Nothings right I need a chance to breathe

Maybe by Flower Face

You're the one who's in my body, ripping at the seams And you're the one who's crashing on the highways in my dreams Maybe I won't, maybe I will I haven't slept so easy since you left me in the wild I wish I could've loved you right, but I was just a child Maybe I won't, maybe I will run back to you

Psychobabble by Frou Frou

Do just what I tell you And no one will get hurt Don't come in any closer 'Cause I don't know how long I can hold my heart in two Make no sudden movements And no one need get hurt You're making me nervous If you know what's good for me why would I be loving you?

Knee Socks by Arctic Monkeys

When the zeros line up on the 24 hour clock When you know who's callin' even though the number is blocked When you walked around your house wearin' my sky blue Lacoste And your knee socks

Turn Off The Lights by Panic! At The Disco

I got so sick of being on my own Now the devil won't leave me alone It's almost like I've found a friend Who's in it for the bitter end

Just Pretend by Bad Omens

I can wait for you at the bottom I can stay away if you want me to I can wait for years if I gotta Heaven knows I ain't getting over you

Invisible by Plumb

I cannot see you But I can feel you I just wanna be with you I've nowhere else to go I've nowhere else to go

Red by BEAUZ

I know all your little secrets Did you think that I'd forget? The first cut always goes the deepest You ain't seen nothing yet

Waiting Game by BANKS

Baby I'm thinking it over What if the way we started made it something cursed from the start? What if it only gets colder Would you still wrap me up and tell me that you think this was smart 'Cause lately I've been scared of even thinking 'bout where we are

The Walk by Imogen Heap

No, it's not meant to be like this Not what I planned at all I don't want to feel like this So that makes it all your fault

The Heart Wants What It Wants by Selena Gomez

The bed's getting cold and you're not here The future that we hold is so unclear But I'm not alive until you call And I'll bet the odds against it all

Hold Me Like A Grudge by Fall Out Boy

Hold me, hold me like a grudge The world is always spinning, and I can't keep up, whoa Faster and faster, can't do it on my own Part-time soulmate, full-time problem, yeah So hold me like a grudge

Strange Birds by Birdy

You've always loved the strange birds Now I want to fly into your world I want to be heard My wounded wing's still beating, You've always loved the stranger inside Me, ugly pretty

Coming Down by Halsey

Now we're lost somewhere in outer space In a hotel room where demons play They run around beneath our feet We roll around beneath these sheets

Death Valley by Fall Out Boy

But we are alive Here in death valley But don't take love off the table yet 'Cause tonight It's just fire alarms and losing you We love a lot So, we only lose a little But we are alive

The Definition of Not Leaving by Hands Like Houses

I want you to follow and find me Howl like its us and no-one else We could keep out the sadness and stand so tall We could run like wild things, and lie right where we fall

Undisclosed Desires by Muse

I want to reconcile the violence in your heart I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask I want to exorcise the demons from your past I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

Disciple by IAMX

Disciple, I absolve you So forgive yourself enough to obey the naked truth That you need to be owned And you beg to be controlled

On The Run by Kayou.

I guess you're back Are you gonna tell me where you went? All the messages I sent, with no reply It's like that You're just gonna walk into my room I hate how you assume That there will always be a place for you By my side Day or night You know that it's killing me

Raw Raw by K.Flay

I came up from the depths of hell with a golf club in my hand You disarmed me, no defense My armor turned to sand It's hard to escape the wounds of the past Every time I feel something real, I wanna take it back

Red Lights by Stray Kids

I'm going crazy now, out of control, I I'm staying up all night again The moment when I close my eyes All I see is red lights

All About Us by t.A.T.u.

They say They don't trust You, me, we, us So we'll fall if we must 'Cause it's you, me And it's all about, it's all about It's all about us

Heaven, Iowa by Fall Out Boy

Scar-crossed lovers forever I'm checking myself out forever I'm saving this all for later Scar-crossed lovers forever Here we are, untouched forever I'm saving this all for later, oh

Spiracle by Flower Face

And I want your parties, the shark in your water The scrapes on your knees and the blood that spills over And I want your zeroes, your polluted marrow The sweat on your palms and your surveillance shadow

#sladick #shut up anya #my playlists

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justarandomhelluvablog · 6 months

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alright it's official I'm rooting for Ozzie/Fizz/Blitz/Stolas polycule 👍

"You've lived rent-free in Fizz' head for years, so I can't help feel he values your take on things." - Ozzie going to Blitz for backup

"Well, my special skills are killing things without giving fucks and pointing out people's flaws... alright, count me in!" - Blitz being Blitz

"Come on, it's just like old times. I'll make sure no one gives you shit today." || "You mean besides you?" -Blitz & Fizz banter gives me life

Fizz covering Blitz' ass after Blitz insults Mammon, love that

Also another Fizz-Blitz banter moment: "He thinks he's funny." || "Offended." (Fizz & Blitz, respectively)

the ATTITUDE. Blitz coming in with the comeback and Fizz changing up his posture/attitude to match Blitz', just. Them.

He protect 🥺 but also the fact that he didn't kill this guy right here for everyone to see after seeing Fizz' expression hh

Blitz is so gentle with him now that they've made up I love him. We all know he's a softie underneath but ya know, ya love to see it

Don't have a screenshot for this bc it's a whole scene but can we talk about how before, Blitz claimed Fizz didn't have to try for anything, but in this episode Fizz is saying how he needs to do this to prove he's still good enough and Blitz (as well as Ozzie) are telling him he doesn't need to prove anything? Just. Ugh, THEM.

(also Fizz finally calling Blitz "Blitz" and not "Blitzo" I'm hhhh)

"That guy is a fucking dick, and he's USING you for everything, 'cause you're likeable, and he's a fucking trashfire."

Blitz' absolute worry when Fizz runs.....

Unrelated to Blitz and Fizz' relationship, are we gonna. Uh. Talk about how Fizz' scars aren't pure white? Blitz' are but Fizz' aren't (Blitz' scars are the same color as Fizz' foundation). I assume it's a stylistic choice to show that he hides his "undesired" markings here (the makeup comes off and shows his original markings, and having the area around it be different from his makeup better shows what's going on) and they're actually the same color but I thought it was interesting. Also the black of his horns is super faded out so...

And of course that whole scene with Ozzie was heart melting but enough people talk about that, so moving on-

FIZZ' SONG. God it was so good. And Mammon just dancing along... beautiful. Fizz quitting so publicly, YESSSS KING.

Anyway this

I hope we see more of them honestly. Blitz becoming Fizz' go-to bodyguard/Blitz just sitting in the rafters of his shows waiting for someone to be Weird™ would be so fun actually. But also probably the first time Fizz has been so DELIGHTED to see Blitz kill someone they are everything to me.

Again I would need a whole video but Fizz ripping his clothes as he goes as he sings his "I fucking quit" song, I hope it means we get to see him out of the clown costume/persona (tbh it would delight me if he ditches it for good, ripping it up isn't very good symbolism if you're just gonna put it back on again). I want to see more of who he genuinely is <3

VERY sad it took Fizz so long to finally see/understand what Blitz saw immediately. Wonder if things would have been different if Blitz had just... told Fizz what he really thought of Mammon when they were younger. If Blitz' opinion mattered so much... of course, maybe he did. It would explain why if Mammon was the one to separate them.

just them <3

"So, uh.... who tops?"

This is so funny but also Ozzie's smile I love that. They all know the answer.

#helluva boss #spoilers #fizzarolli #blitzo #Ozzie #poly bitch just wants them to all hold hands sorry not sorry

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muffinsin · 3 months

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Ohhh now I’m intrigued with Daniela with your size kink hc can I maybe request one with sub Daniela x GIP s/o maybe Daniela’s first time having someone as big as the s/o and her reaction to the feeling of it?

Finally getting to write this one out!🙇‍♀️ Daniela and a size kink prompt will forever live rent free in my head!

(Post referenced about size kinks: here)

Let’s get into it! ;)

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Daniela giggles as she gasps your large hand, your fingers immediately holding onto her smaller and more petite hand.

She pulls you along eagerly, so much so even you struggle to catch up with her speed. Maidens press themselves up against the wall to avoid standing in the way, fast to make a path for Daniela and you.

She’s enthusiastic. And most of all, she’s terribly needy. You can tell by how she’s grabbed you by your collar and spun you around, kissed you hard and panted against your lips before she started tugging you along.

You know her destination: her room, and allow her to pull you with her eagerly. Even as she only stands at about your chest level, Daniela is a fickle, fast little thing.

Upon being pulled into her room, she immediately pulls the door shut and all but swarms into your arms, her legs wrapping around you and her hands tugging at the corset strings of her dress.

She’s impatient, and by a glance to her bed, you can tell why.

Daniela gasps when you grasp the lower half of her face easily, your thumb darting to her lips and pulling her bottom lip gently.

“Did I not tell you not to read those smutty texts constantly? We both know what a needy little thing you are, Dani”

She’s blushing, her cheeks warming up under your very fingers.

“We can’t have you hump my hands at every opportunity because you just can’t hold back, little princess”, you coo, your words low and causing her to pant and whimper. She squeezes you with her legs, her wrists held to her side, as if frozen in place.

Then, she grins, her tongue darting out to lick your thumb. She giggles when it makes you let go of her head. “As if you’re complaining”, she snickers, her hips already grinding against you and drawing moans and groans from you.

She’s warm, even through her clothing.

Daniela moans as she feels the bulge forming under your trousers. She feels painfully deprived, having only received your mouth and fingers so far.

She sets her hands on your large shoulders, grinning as you’re starting to pant and thrust your hips forwards, your clothed bulge rubbing up against her clothed core.

“Please, my love, let me have it. I’ve been so good recently!”, she argues. Daniela grins when you start walking her to the bed and easily swarms onto it, her corset pulled off and thrown aside.

She licks her lips as you fiddle with the fabric of her dress and all too eagerly allows you to tear it from her.

She grins when her head is tipped up yet again, your other hand tugging her panties forwards. Daniela gasps as they snap with one particular hard tug, leaving her completely bare in front of you.

You can’t help but take in the view as she reaches up to unbutton your shirt; large and round, perky breasts and sensitive, pink nipples stand out from her, soft curves and skin, a beautiful, pink pussy that’s all but begging to be filled.

You take in her round ass, and her slightly curled hair falling down her shoulders and backside.

Hearing a tear, you tsk. It seems, she has grown tired of unbuttoning and went right to ripping the fabric off your skin.

Daniela gasps as her head is tipped up, her well trained puppy eyes immediately on display. “Oops”, she coos, a little pout on her lips.

You sigh, and she grins. She knows you can’t stay upset with her!

Daniela giggles when you push her shoulders and she falls back onto the bed, yet whines and pushes her legs together when you touch her thigh.

“No”, she pouts.

For a moment, you worry: did she not want you to…?

Upon noticing your worry and the way your shaky hand retreated, Daniela immediately pushes forwards to cup your cheeks and kiss you reassuringly.

“Not those”, she whispers, her hand taking yours. You hum, intrigued, as her other hand slides down between your legs and rests on your bulge. You groan as it’s squeezed, and it brings a smile to Daniela’s lips.

It’s so large and thick under her hand, she yearns to feel it inside of her already. She’s painfully deprived of you!

You feel warmth spread inside of you at her implication, and hotness making way in your lower stomach as the beautiful, painted red nails scratch lightly over your bulge.

“Please, my love”, she begs. Daniela yearns to feel you inside of her; she does not care for your countless warnings, your words of being large and thick, and your judgement that you will have a hard time fitting inside of her barely stretched cunt.

Daniela doesn’t care. She wants you, and she wants to be stuffed by you.

She licks her lips when you fiddle with your belt, and whines when her hair is grasped tightly. You hum again, knowing the impatient auburn haired beauty will shoot forwards to have a taste the moment your underwear is off.

Alas, Daniela is left squirming as first your belt and pants, then your underwear is pulled down.

She grins- like her, you are now naked at last.

“You want this, Dani?”, you coo, a smirk dancing on your lips as she gulps. Wide, golden eyes take in the size of the monstrosity between your legs, and with a gasp, she feels you pull her closer and feels your cock press against her face.

“I think I asked you a question, Daniela. Or else we’ll go back to fingering you. Would you like that?”, you whisper, her ass shaking as her hips wiggle and she shakes her head. “No, my love!”, she assures you.

With shaky hands she reaches up, her bottom lip trapped between her sharp teeth when she notices: she can’t even wrap her hand around you…not even remotely so.

She gasps when you slap your cock against her cheek yet again, the large shaft hard against her soft face. Daniela is squirming below you, kneeling and yet fighting the urge to slide her hand between her warm thighs.

“Let’s open that bratty little mouth for me now”, you order, and obediently- for once, she eagerly opens up.

Her tongue sticks out and rubs all too happily against your tip, moans dragging from both of your lips. She giggles when you tilt her head back and thrust your cock sideways between her wet lips.

She too realises the issue…her mouth isn’t quite big enough to take you in.

Daniela whimpers automatically at this.

Never has she had someone of such size! True, her mouth is not all that big, but never has she had trouble fitting something inside.

She shrieks as you begin thrusting, your balls slapping against her jaw and her eyes closing at the odd feeling of your large cock sliding between her lips.

“Mhmmmnn! Mhmm!”

You chuckle at her useless mutters, her slurry moans and her nails digging into your thighs.

Daniela feels how wet she is, uncomfortably so. She knows, even if you were bone dry, her soaked cunt could accept you inside easily.

“What a good girl…mhmnn god, you’re such a good little princess”, you groan, your hips thrusting slowly. Daniela whimpers below you, her hair held tightly in your hand to keep her from moving.

She whimpers again when you nap her nose, as though demanding her attention.

“That’s it, my little Daniela, keep your beautiful eyes on me. I want to see the lust pool in them when I make use of your lips”

“Mghmmm! MMMM!”

You groan as you thrust harder, golden eyes set on you as drool covers Daniela’s lips and runs down her chin. You chuckle as it drips down her throat and to the valley of her breast, causing her to shiver.

She’s so pliant, so well behaved.

You groan when you feel properly hardened and riled up, your hand easily pushing her shoulder and making the shorter woman fall backwards on the bed.

“Let us hope your pink pussy is capable of taking more than your pretty little mouth, Daniela”, you hum, a large hand setting on her leg.

Daniela watches and squirms as your hand slides down, long and strong fingers easily wrapping around her ankle and pulling it aside to reveal her wet core.

You lick your lips at the tasty sight. Wetness sticks to her cunt and puffy pussy lips, seeping freely from her tight hole.

“Yah!”, she shrieks as she is pulled forwards again, auburn hair spread on the pillow behind her, soft thighs laid against her stomach and chest.

She holds them up for you, her soft, petite fingers digging into even softer flesh.

“Please, please put it in!”, she begs breathlessly, her hips thrusting upwards already when you do as much as rest your erect and wet cock on her cunt, your tip pushed up against her lower stomach.

You tsk at her, your hand moving down to easily grasp her two wrists. Daniela moans at this, her hips bucking and her head tilting back. You raise an eyebrow at this.

“What’s going on in that little, naughty mind of yours?”, you hum, your fingers easily squeezing her restrained wrists and drawing more moans from her.

You pin them above her, and golden eyes flash open. You can see her lust in them.

“Please, please I can’t take it anymore, I beg of you, please my sweet!”, she pleads, her eyebrows furrowed as she begs, a whimper slipping past her lips as she pouts, almost.

You chuckle at the redhead. She will not be able to use her big, adorable golden eyes and the little pout on her lips to get you to fuck her just yet.

Daniela gasps when you cup her breast with the other hand, her large chest spilling through your fingers. She squirms as you still hold one breast in your hand easily, despite its large size.

“Ah! Please..!”, she begs, her chest arching up to meet your hand. Her hips thrust and grind, so that soon she finds an angle that allows her to rub her small clit alongside your cock.

You smirk at her as she drags her cunt along you, panting and gasping from the smallest amount of pleasure given to her.

Alas, you too grow impatient.

Daniela gasps when you let go of her chest and cup yourself again, until you at last, gentle as her loving knight must be, bring your tip against her tight entrance.

“I’m afraid we’ll have some trouble putting this in”, you husk, already smirking as more pleads fall from her lips. The poor thing is so needy for your cock, greedy to take as much as she can.

She will soon see, what her greed earns her.

Daniela mewls and gasps when you push yourself against her, a loud shriek pulling from her wet lips when you force the tip inside.

Already, she feels stretched, by far more than she has ever been before. She feels torn in two even as only a few inches are put in her, her poor pussy burning and begging for forgiveness.

She loves every bit of it, of your large hand restraining her while the other grips her hip tightly and keeps her in place for you.

Even as she attempts to wiggle, she is still, and your fingers merely dig into her skin.

Daniela groans as you push yourself in and out, inch by inch, and collect more and more of her wetness.

“AH! A-Ah!”, she gasps, hips bucking when you’re merely halfway inside. It feels as though she is not taken by a knight, but the beast’s massive girth, and she loves every second of it.

Poor, needy Daniela is in a world of her own creation, made from greed and neediness that only results in her tight pussy feeling torn in two at merely half of your cock.

And you’re all too eager to take more. Perhaps both of you are greedy.

“AAAH! AAA! My Lo-A-AH! Ah! Ah!”

Daniela shrieks with every thrust into her, until at last her pussy burns to accept all of you within her, stuffing her completely and filling her to the brim.

She’s never felt this way, this full and hot, even with your fingers. Daniela’s face is flushed deep pink and feels so warm, the poor thing squirming and groaning below you.

“Mhmm no, you wanted my cock so bad, now let it break your tiny pussy, Daniela”, you whisper, your hips thrusting already and making the beautiful woman accept you inside.

She mewls and groans, toes curled and lips parted as she pants. Her head is thrown back and her lips immediately twitch madly when you let go of them.

How cute…, you think.

“Ngmmm y-yes! Ah-aaah! Fuck! Yes!”, she screams, the normally rather quiet moans and whimpers replaced with screams that betray the pleasure she feels.

You know, your sweet girl will not be able to keep herself up much longer. She’s squeezing you painfully tight, in the best of ways.

Daniela’s soaked, utterly so, and only becomes more so with the feeling of your hips and balls slapping against her.

You too feel riled up already from her lips and her soft core.

“Are we enjoying ourselves, sweetheart?”, you coo, a large smile coming to your lips at her slurred giggles of glee. “Y-Ye-a-ah-ah! My love!”, she reassures, her hair more of a mess by the second as you fuck her and thrust into her, the shorter woman’s body thrust up and down on the bed like a ragdoll.

Daniela whimpers helplessly as you find her G-Spot, your hard shaft and soaked and drooling tip rubbing her insides and bringing her immense pleasure.

“Y-YAAH! Please! Nynnnnnmm…I ca-ant hold ba-ack!”, she squeals when you reach down to rub her small, soaked clit, the poor bud already soaked in her own juices.

You hum at her, your tongue peeking out to lick over your dried lips. She’s beautiful, so soft and stunning, her flesh glistening and glowing in the dim light of the room, the wet skin of her pussy and inner thighs even more so.

You feel your hips twitch, your own orgasm close already.

With a squeeze of her restrained wrists, she knows she can let go. You’re not going to make her beg for this one.

In mere thrusts you feel Daniela clenching around you, her orgasm hard and fast as she grips your cock tightly within her. You feel milked, almost, your hips thrusting harshly as Daniela moans and squirms below you.

Again, you set your hands on her hips to keep her in place and fuck her a little harder even.

Yet, the dainty creature doesn’t break. Her back is ached for the bed and her fingers are tangled in the sheets, her mouth dropped open as you bottom out inside of her.

“A-AAHAh! AH! AH!”, she shrieks with every push deep inside, her sensitive walls sore and sensitive after her orgasm, their warmth and wetness, soft tightness around your cock bringing you to orgasm in only a few strokes as well.

Daniela groans and gasps at the unusual feeling of your cum being shot deep into her, thick seed settling inside her womb before you pull back out.

“Aww, look at you”, you can’t help but tease, your fingertip tracing the stretched hole of her pussy. You know, proudly so, that you’ve ruined her for everybody and everything else.

Gently, because you know she is sore from the harsh treatment of your large cock and hands, you lift her back into your arms.

A tired kiss and a smile is your reward. “So good…”, she slurs, your giggle close to her ear. Yet all Daniela can focus on is your warmth and love, and the cum dripping from her hole and down her thighs.

“You’ve done wonderfully, my little love”, you whisper, a single kiss pressed to her forehead before you sit with her on your lap, both of you receiving well earned cuddling time.

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader

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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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Hi hi Kaia! Just wanna say, that soft nsfw Kidd fic you wrote legit just made me want to cry 😭😭 Soft Kidd is something I didn’t know I needed, you wrote him so well tbh! Following that note, if it’s alright could I ask for a nsfw request for Kidd but with a reader smoler than him? In my own headcanon I like he’d def have a size kink and be damn teaser because he’s like 7ft tall👀 lool If not, no worries! Thank you either way!

awww i’m glad you liked it, i had so much fun writing it (who knew i needed soft kid in my life like hello 😭👋🏾). also yes yes yes yes, a billion times yes, i gotchu ♥️ the way that man lives rent free in my head is unreal 🥵

2.3k words, fem reader, nsfw (it's kid, idk what to tell u), 18+ mdni pls, a little playful banter, some alcohol, other cute stuff includes spitting, size kink (reader is short), clothes ripping (what can i say), kid being a general menace; i tried to keep it short but *washes hands*

you know better than to distract him while he’s in the middle of a project, but you have very little self preservation when it comes to eustass kid. it’s late at night when you find him tinkering away in his workshop; with his music blasting, head bobbing along as he wordlessly mouths the lyrics to the song, you walk in undetected. even as you close the door, he doesn’t turn around — and while, you should make sure to lock it, you don’t bother. everyone for the most part is asleep or far enough away that you’re not worried about being interrupted.

this is your first mistake for the night.

sauntering around like the mischievous cat you are, you loosely hold a bottle of rum in your hand; you picked it up on the last island the ship docked at, someone gifting you the whole thing as thanks for assisting them. you unscrew the cap and take a big swig, the dark liquid flooding your senses as it glides down your throat with ease. one of the smoothest drinks you’ve had in a while, if you do say so yourself.

the thing is, while you might think you’re being stealthy, kid has been aware of your presence this whole time. he’d be a shit captain, otherwise, right? still, his curiosity rivals yours, and he wants to see what you’re up to. pretending to jam to the music, kid catches you sidling up to him and smirks to himself, but purposely keeps his focus on the wrench in his hand. the smile on your face is evidence enough of your misdeeds — that you truly believe you’ve gotten away with infiltrating kid’s space, but before you can announce yourself, kid bursts your bubble quickly.

“you’re shit at sneaking around, y’know that right?” he turns his head, tilting it a bit, features morphed to denote a faux-bored expression. he leans his elbow on the worktable, and props his head up with his large hand.

mouth open — because, how else are you to react to him saying that? — words jumble around in your mouth, and you start stuttering. before you can make more of a fool of yourself, you jab a finger at him, hitting his chest on your first attempt. amusement blooms onto his face with ease, disrupting the game he wanted to play with you.

“shut up, you’re the worst,” you say before pouting at him, brows furrowed as a wave of childishness takes over you. “now i don’t even want to share this with you.” he drops his gaze down to the bottle in your hand but grabs it before you can step away.

“rum? really.” he’s a scotch kind of man, with gin and vodka being suitable alternatives. you know that he’s not into rum like that, but you figured you’d ask him to try this brand for fun. now all you feel is residual embarrassment; cheeks burning, you lunge your arm out to grab it, wanting to just go sit somewhere on the deck and drink alone, but kid doesn’t let you. instead, he pops the cap off, tosses it somewhere and drinks from the bottle.

you blink several times, watching in shock as he drinks for longer than you think he will. “kid!” you yank on the bottle, annoyance building slowly as you struggle to take it back from him. “don’t drink it all,” you whine helplessly, not wanting your big brute of a captain to ruin your night. kid acquiesces, leaning back in his chair, dark orange hair falling messily over his forehead, eyes drifting down your body, drinking in the sight of you. despite the rum being a bit sweeter than he’s used to, the quality of it impresses him, but he won’t say that. not yet.

ignoring the way your body reacts to his heated looks, you pick up where you left off, taking another swig of the rum, swaying to the music that carries around the room — the notes wrapping around you, coasting along your skin as you hum along. he watches you, amusement never dwindling, tongue running along his bottom lip before he decides that enough is enough.

“c’mere, you’re drinking it wrong,” he says, voice dripping with intent, as he pulls you to him and plucking the bottle away from you again and setting it down. for safekeeping. before you’re even able to protest, before you’re able to fuss at him over pestering you like this, kid’s hand drifts lower and grabs onto your ass playfully. you smack his chest, face burning, thighs pressing closely together, an ache shooting through you faster than you can stop it.

before you know it, he has you seated on top of the table, whatever he was working on is momentarily forgotten and haphazardly pushed aside. you lean back on your hands, head tilted as kid stands in between your legs, anticipation crawling down your arms, wrapping itself around your chest with familiarity. breathing slowed, long lashes fluttering as you fix your eyes on him, a little tipsy and giggly, but mostly drunk off of him and his presence. “i’m waiting,” you say, voice lilting, words coasting and caressing him softly. he almost asks you what exactly you’re waiting for, the way you inadvertently short-circuited his mind for a brief second made him forget why he took the rum from you in the first place.

he reminds himself to focus, to not lose to you, because losing is absolutely unacceptable, obviously.

“open,” he instructs, and you don’t have to ask him for clarification; on command, your lips part and you leave your mouth open for him. the corners of his lips twitch as he pours more rum into your mouth; some of the tawny liquid spilling down your lips and onto your chin. you don’t mind it though, completely mesmerized by the experience, entirely too giddy over the way he hulks over you like that. his height used to intimidate you, until you wiggled your way into his life and the two of you gradually became closer; now, you can’t get enough of it.

kid places the bottle down again, fully prepared to ignore it as he leans closer and runs his tongue along your skin, lapping up the runaway drops of rum, until your lips meet. when kid kisses you, it’s as if time stops and then speeds up. it starts off short — his lips pecking yours once, twice, tongue swiping against your lips, demanding entrance. on your next exhale, he pushes closer, your breasts pressing against him through your thin shirt, nipples hardening on impact.

if it were up to him, he’d drink the remainder of the rum from your mouth. you taste sweet, forbidden, and hypnotic — plush lips inviting him to nip them needlessly, sparking a small flame deep within your abdomen that slowly spreads to the rest of your body. with shaky hands, you tug on his clothes, wanting to feel his skin on yours sooner rather than later; and kid obliges, also helping you with your own clothes, ripping your shirt accidentally through the haze of lust.

“whoops,” he says, laughing darkly at your annoyed expression. you don’t believe for a second that it was completely accidental, but kid likes pushing your buttons anyway, so did it really matter what the truth was?

sensing a retort building inside of you, he kisses you again, hand roaming along your soft body, liking the way you feel against him; all that softness will be the death of him, he’s sure of it.

likewise, you get lost in his kisses, small hands gliding along the hard planes of his body, the dips, sharp ridges of his muscles, only make your hunger that much more intolerable. you whine against his lips, your pussy wet from the sloppy kisses you exchange, his own cock hardening excitedly, precum spilling down the thick head as it leans against your stomach.

“kid,” you breathe, lips ghosting his, “just fuck me already, damn it.” the need you have for him might actually make you lose your mind at the rate he’s going. normally, you’re the one telling him to slow down — but for some reason, it’s like your body is entirely too eager. maybe it’s the rum, or maybe you’ve just fallen deeper inside whatever trap he’s laid out for you tonight. you’re not sure, and you don’t actually care to know the answer; so you forget about it, focusing on getting kid to move.

it’s laughable, the way you’re begging him, when he knows once he gets started, you’re going to sing an entirely different tune. he runs his finger — thick, rough, impatient — between the folds of your pussy, admiring the way your arousal drips onto his skin, before plunging the finger inside of you without warning. you arch your back, mouth falling open at the intrusion, panting lightly when he inserts another finger shortly after. nails digging into his skin, your hips moving forward, as if his fingers are controlling your movements, a small voice in the back of your head reminding you that you’re playing with a fire that’s much too big for you to handle.

you ignore it; when it comes to eustass kid, your self-preservation goes right out the window.

plunging his fingers in and out of you recklessly, your head spinning from all of the rum, the kissing, and him — you maybe consider that you’ve bitten off more than you can chew. “w-wait, kid slow down,” your voice barely audible, drowning behind your moans and the music that’s still blasting through the room. when he finally does manage to pull his fingers out, you only have a brief moment of reprieve before he’s rubbing the tip of his cock against your pussy, positioning it right in front of your entrance, he winks at your wary expression, making you even more suspicious of his motives. another complaint lodges in the back of your throat, stuck when kid pushes his cock inside of you, his girth ripping a loud moan out of you.

kid, meanwhile, is floating above the clouds, thoroughly enjoying your pussy’s feeble attempts at strangling him — those attempts do work, by the way, he’s just prideful and stubborn. snapping his hips against yours, kid pushes his cock into you deeply; the pain is worth it, though. it’s terribly addicting, the way he pulls back and thrusts into you harder, his balls slapping against your skin from the devastating pace he’s set.

“kid, fuck, wait, wait,” you breath comes out in small pants, eyelids fluttering from the rough way that kid is fucking you. this is what you wanted, though, isn’t it? to tease him and let him have his way? if kid wasn’t so used to your subtle tricks, he’d actually be concerned. but he knows how much you like how rough he is, he knows how you like him to hold you firmly, so you can feel the full brunt of his thrusts, and he knows that no matter what, you’ll still ask him to fuck you like this again, and again, and again.

and he’s right. you can’t deny it; even if you wanted to you wouldn’t. when his hips meet yours, you wrap your legs around his waist, wanting to completely lose yourself in him, sweat already gliding down your neck, onto your clavicle, breasts bouncing against him.

“that’s it,” he coos, none-to-kindly, his tone dark, sinister, mocking, “see how well you’re taking me?” he shifts and pushes you down onto the table, your back arching off of it as he drives into you repeatedly, his thrusts turning your body into something helpless and pitiful, your words unintelligible, voice hoarse as you call his name out. he pulls out of you suddenly, much to your displeasure, folding your legs against your chest and instructing you to hold onto the backs of your thighs.

your pussy is a pretty sight to see, so naturally he slaps it hard before spitting on it. he’s so romantic, isn’t he?

you can barely think as his cock invades your pussy all over again — your warm, plush walls closing in around his length, as he angles his hips in a way that has your toes curling and a bit of drool creeping out of your mouth. it’s so tragically embarrassing, except you can’t be bothered to feel any bit of shame right now.

with each brutal thrust, you find yourself teetering on the edge, ecstasy coloring any logic you have left in your mind, and when he kisses you again, tongue caressing yours hotly, an orgasm crashes into you. kid groans against your lips, thrusting fervently, strokes sloppier and shorter, wanting to hold out but finding himself unable to. if there’s one thing he knows, it’s that your pussy is absolutely lethal when provoked. it’s not often that you squirt, but when you do it drives him wild. “oh fuck, look at how much of a mess you’ve made.” his laughter should grate your nerves, but it doesn’t, it only makes you want to cover your face, because you hate how good he makes you feel. although, his laughter is short-lived; he powers into you, his own orgasm finding him much quicker than he anticipates, his cum is thick and hot, dripping out of you when he pulls out, spilling down onto the wooden surface of the table.

both of you sort of stay quiet, trying to catch your breaths; he runs a hand through his hair, feeling properly refreshed, almost as if a bit of weight has been lifted from his shoulders. you drop your legs, struggle to sit up, and look at him accusingly. “you’re such a damn beast,” but there isn’t a hint of venom or malice behind your words. if anything, you almost sound impressed. he chuckles at your act and just kisses you to keep you quiet.

#it's done; so sorry this took forever #fic request #one piece imagine #one piece smut #eustass kid #eustass kid x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x reader #eustass kid smut #eustass kid x y/n #‘i can change him’ 🥴#kidd x y/n #kidd x reader

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sistervirtue · 6 months

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my itemswap ishizu! i decided to indulge myself and bring back "naomi"-- i definitely wasnt the first person to come up with a yami ishizu, but when i was 12 i decided to call her naomi because of the one yugioh game that called her that, and she proceeded to live in my head rent free for a couple of years

story + design run down below cut

naomi is the product of itemswap ishizu using the rod on herself to chisel off inconvenient emotions (see: how the rod can be used to split mariks soul across hosts and rip ka monsters out of people by set) like guilt or pity or indignation in order to protect her brother and the pharaoh (ie using the ability to control minds in heinous ways). eventually all these little scraps are Not So Little and form something akin to a consciousness of her own. im not entirely sure how/when to do the emergence but unlike yami malik or the ghosts she takes a name of her own as an act of self-determination and wants to assert herself as a person through a variety of means ranging from claiming the tombkeepers birthright because shes the eldest (ishizus envy of marik) to turning on tkb (resentment of duty) while similar to ymarik in that she can be a bit of a loose cannon, i think the circumstances of her existence greatly soften the blow in the sense that she also carries ishizus sympathy for others and altruistic willingness to die for those she loves. that being said, she can also be a lot more contradictory and conniving than he is.

naomi is not responsible for their fathers death. she wasnt "born" yet. ishizu did that after he took the last piece of the puzzle from marik after he defied his punishment of odion, in order to retrieve it and give it to him. the guilt and conflicting feelings about it are what ishizu first scrapes off her own brain like burnt cheese on a stove that begins forming the basis for naomi

design wise her outfit takes elements from canon + priest set (since isis now takes that role) and the hair looking like wings 1) resembles the rod 2) resembles obelisk 3) resembles wings a la the myth of isis the goddess bc i want to tinker with isis / osiris / anubis symbolism w the ishtars she took off the hair bangles as a way of lashing out at the past and being forced to assume the role of her mother. lots of tradition conflicts in this one. hence also why she assumes the kohl of the heir-- asserting her birthright as the eldest

her fixation on personhood comes from "you cant just make me and treat me like scraps when i never even asked to be alive" & a desire to prove she doesnt need someone else to give her the right to live. which of course correlates to. well. coughs abd looks at the panel abt ishizus birth jungian shadow ahit

and unlike ymarik who was destroyed as a representation of letting go of the burden of anger and hatred the conclusion to their little arc is about reunification and acceptance but thats wip

#ishizu ishtar #naomi ishizu #itemswap #yugioh

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Pretty Woman AU (pt 3️⃣)

No warnings for this one just the usually cursing

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She’d blanked out a long time ago, hyper focusing on not seeming like she was just taught proper etiquette two days ago.

“I am not selling it.” Namor insists, neglecting the very expensive food on his plate to argue with Attuma.

“You are in a rut, Namor. I’m your only out. Just take it and free yourself of this misery.”

“Your greed will be the fall of you. Always wanting more. You keep those sly hands off my company or I’ll rip you apart.”

Namor tossed his napkin to the side as he sighed, fixing his suit and his expression. “Ms. Okoye.” He held a hand out.

“Hm?” The woman looked up, her mouth full of pasta and her eyes clueless. Namor chuckled and took her hand, pressing a soft kiss to her skin.

“It was lovely to meet you. Enjoy your dinner. Good luck with this one.” He saw himself out of the restaurant, leaving Okoye much more oblivious than when she got here.

Carefully, she swallowed her food. “What just happened?” She prompted a tense Attuma who held his glass of wine with a strong enough grip to break.

“Finish eating. You did great.”

“And you? What did you say to him?”

“It was business, Okoye. Business he didn’t atone to when he should’ve.”

Okoye furrowed her brows. “Well, it seemed like you were being the asshole by the way he left.”

Attuma’s jaw ticked with a scoff. “You know what. Let’s get you home and stuff that pretty mouth of yours full of something else.”

“Ooh yay.” She grabbed her purse with a beaming grin. “Y-you do mean your dick right?”

———

Soft splashing water echoed through the bathroom as the couple sat in the tub together. Attuma nearly passed out on her chest as she tugged at his hair, maneuvering it into a set of braids

“Namor has filed for bankruptcy three times in the last two years. His employees are quitting left and right and his investors don’t trust him anymore. His company is shot. I want it.”

“And what would you do with it..” Okoye started the part the other half of his head.

“Sell it. Then boom, I’m rich.”

“Aren’t you already?” She smirked.

“I’ll be extra rich.” He tilted his head to the side, his fingers tracing her legs under the water.

Why he would need to be more rich than he already was, she wouldn’t know. When would it be enough for him?

“Tell me your story. Tell me how you ended up on the boulevard.”

Okoye scoffed just thinking about it. She took a pause from her braiding to brace herself.

“I was well off growing up..not rich not poor. Then this guy, I was real into in high school somehow convinced me to move in with him after graduation.”

She remembers how hard her parents tried to get her to stay. Her dad at least, her mom just sat on the couch with her third glass of wine, chuckling as Okoye packed.

“It was nice for like six months. Then we had a fight about rent or some bullshit like that. He hit me over the head with an iron and sent me to the hospital.”

“Jesus…where is this guy?”

“Calm down, Mr. man. He’s in jail now.” Attuma’s body relaxed against hers again and she was able to finish his hair as she continued.

“They had to shave my head for brain surgery cause he fractured my skull. Damn bastard. The only person at my bedside was my friend Nakia. She turns tricks too. We moved in together after the incident. Ol’ dude got arrested on a drug charge. The rest is history.”

Attuma shifted his body around, careful not to send any water over the edge as he turned to face her.

“So somewhere under this..” He took a strand of hair between his fingers. “Is a pretty nasty surgery scar?”

“I wouldn’t say it’s nasty. They did me pretty good. Even got some tattoos to cover it up.”

His eyes almost popped out. “On your head Okoye?”

The woman just nodded. “Wanna see?”

They rinsed off quickly, wrapping their respective towels around themselves and Okoye moved to the sink.

“I don’t usually glue em down since I switch em up nearly everyday.”

Attuma tilts his head in confusion. “Because?”

“Makes my regulars feel like they’re fucking a new ‘exotic’ black girl every day. Kind of sick when you think about it.” She pulled the wig off in one swoop and tossed it to the counter. “Tada!”

Attuma moved behind her, taking in her new appearance. He could point out the surgery scar, the scar from where her ex hit her, and the tattoos that covered the skin.

“It’s beautiful.” He whispered, against her neck as his arms started to snake around her waist.

“Why thank you Mr. man.” Okoye ignored the flutter in her chest as he touched her. “And now that that’s done, I bid you goodnight.”

She tried to push his arms from her waist but her efforts were futile as he pressed closer to her. He took one hand and turned her chin to face him.

“What?” She asked quietly as he gazed at her with something she couldn’t place. It made her heart flutter and she didn’t like it one bit.

“Kiss me, Ko.” He leaned closer, letting their cheeks graze together, he could moan at the contact.

“I don’t kiss on the mouth. Too personal.” She snatched herself back, looking into the mirror at him. She saw the pained look that washed his face.

“Not even with someone you’ve spent three days with..”

“No. Not unless they plan on making me a wife. Last time I checked, you were paying me to hang out with you. So…you won’t feel this lips on yours for an eternity. Good night Attuma.”

She waited for his grip to loosen and free her. Once it did, she made no hesitation to exit the bathroom and get dressed elsewhere.

Attuma braced himself against the sink with a sigh.

———

The next morning was awkward between them only short ‘good mornings’ to start until he told her what the plan was today. A housewarming.

“Namora, my lawyer, and her wife RiRi.” Attuma muttered to her as he started to take his braids out, a soft curl formed in his hair that softened his demeanor.

Okoye stood beside him, applying mascara to her lashes and putting her wig back on. “Will there be buffalo wings at such a thing?”

Attuma smiled at the comment, “No. Namora is vegan and a control freak so all food will be disgustingly green.”

“Y’all rich motherfuckers suck.” He struck a stinging smack to her ass causing her to jolt up and squeal. “What the fuck was that for?!”

“Watch your language. I let it slip at dinner cause I knew Namor had an eye for you but you cannot- no you will not let one curse slip or so help me god-“

“Alright! Goddamn it.” Another stinging swat to her and she gasped. “Ow! Take it easy!”

“Then stop cursing.”

Okoye rolled her eyes as she made her exit. From the next room she yelled. “You better be fucking me later!”

———

“Okoye…how foreign!” The jealous woman leered at Okoye as Attuma left her to ‘mingle’. “So you’re flavor of the month.”

“Excuse you?”

“Oh! Don’t take it personally.” The other woman placed a hand to her shoulder and glared at her friend. “Attuma is one of our most eligible bachelors. We’re all trying to land him.”

“Well I’m not trying to land him. I’m riding his cock and spending his money.” Okoye grinned as the women’s face fell and she walked away to find a drink.

She grabbed a champagne glass from a caterer and found herself on an empty couch, staring into the glass as Attuma talked it up with Namora on the other side of the room.

A body slid in next to her and then a nudge to her elbow.

“Now what can I do to take that pretty little pout of your face, Okoye.” Namor smirked as he looked her over with a gleam in his eye.

“Get me the hell out of here.” She mumbled, sitting back into the couch with a huff.

“I’m afraid we won’t be able to get past big bad over there without drawing attention. How about a toy.”

Okoye scoffed at the man and his dashing face. “What am I? 5?”

“Come on. Adults can play too.” Namor reached into his pocket pulling out a finger trap and setting it into her lap. “I keep it at all times, sometimes play with it in meetings.”

Okoye gave him her glass and picked up the trap, setting her index fingers into it and pulling. She found herself smiling softly at the toy.

“I haven’t seen one of these since middle school..”

“Yeah? You like it?” Namor pushed the hair on her shoulder back, smoothing it down with a gentle touch.

“Mhmm.” Okoye hummed, playing with the toy without a care for where she was.

“Keep it, beautiful woman like yourself deserves to be happy and stay happy.”

———

“I have to say Attuma. I’m impressed with her but I gotta know where you found her. Out shopping? Cafe? Hell, did you hire her on a website?”

“No…we just crossed paths I guess…” Attuma paid Namora no real attention as he focused his gaze on Okoye and Namor on the couch.

Giggling and talking in hushed tones like best friends. He couldn’t help the furrow of his brows or the discomfort on his face as he looked at the two.

“-obviously she’s a catch. Even Namor looks like he’s smitten-“

“Namora, she’s a hooker. She stays on the boulevard and turns tricks.” He blurted as his anger bubbled over. What the fuck was she doing? Getting friendly with an enemy.

Namora scoffs, looking between Attuma and the woman on the couch. “Are you kidding me?”

“No. I wish I was joking but no. I got lost in your car and ended up in her part of town. She gave me directions and I gave her an offer. Happy?”

Attuma fumed as he ran a hand through his hair and went searching for alcohol to ease his nerves. Jesus what was he thinking? Why did he just tell her that? No one had ever asked about who he was with previously.

Back on the couch, Namor made his exit from the party, leaving Okoye with a kiss to her hands and a wink.

She continued toying with the finger trap until she felt a hand on her arm.

Namora sat beside her with a friendly grin. “How’s the party?” She beamed.

Okoye smiled back, tucking the toy away while she spoke. “It is great. Your home is so beautiful.”

“Well RiRi is spoiled rotten. But whose fault is that but my own..” Namora chuckled. “Gosh, I just can’t for the life of me believe he did this.”

“Who did what?” Okoye tilted her head curiously.

“How Attuma turned a boulevard whore into classy plain jane.” A certain venom was laced into her voice as her grip on Okoye’s arm turned lethal.

“The hell are you talking about?” Okoye muttered.

“Oh he told me and honestly I was suspicious that day he left the office early to some ‘urgent matter’. I guess he was just trying to fix you up to fit in with the big leagues.”

“Let me go.” Okoye tried to snatch her arm from the woman but her nails only dug in firmer to her skin.

“Now that I’m looking at you…you do seem like a 20 buck slut.”

———

The ride home was silent, tense. One word from either of them and the dam would’ve broken loose.

“Do you want to order lunch?” Attuma asked, kicking his shoes off.

“Don’t bother.”

“Okay. That’s the 8th sly comment you’ve made since we left. What the hell is up with you?”

He could hear her laugh from the bathroom as she started to gather her things.

“You know it’s funny you ask because I mean why even bother dressing me the fuck up and teaching me all this etiquette bullshit if you were just gonna rattle off to all your pervy friends that I’m a hooker!”

“What?!”

“You told Namora that you plucked me off the street!! And she wouldn’t let me forget it!!” She yelled every word as she snatched her clothes off their hangers and bunched them up in her arms.

“I didn’t know she would confront you about it! I wasn’t prepared for her questions about you! I’m sorry!”

“You couldn’t at least save me some dignity! You know what Namor was right.”

“Oh what did that dickhead say about me now huh?!”

“You’re weak and you don’t care about anything but your own greed!”

“That’s bullshit! You know it’s bullshit! And where the fuck are you going?!”

“I’m leaving this hellhole. Your deal is off.”

“Don’t you walk away from me, woman! You are not leaving me!”

“Watch me!” Okoye made a beeline for the door.

Attuma beat her to it, pulling her body back to him and yanking the things out of her hands.

“You’re not leaving.” He muttered almost painfully as rage coursed from her body.

“Fuck you!! Fuck your money! I don’t want this anymore!”

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. It’ll never happen again. I swear. Just don’t go. I-I love you.”

Now when’s the last time someone said that to her. On his knees he dropped, pressing his head to her stomach, rubbing up her thighs and butt.

“I’m sorry Okoye.” He whispered, beginning to lift her dress.

He didn’t get far until her grip was on his jaw, forcing him to look up at her. His gaze was hopeless and desperate as tears glossed over his eyes and hers.

“You can’t fuck your way out of this Attuma.”

“Then what can I do?”

“Tell me why…why did you do it?”

Attuma scoffed at the reason now. How childish was he to see her talking to the man he was trying to buy and get pissed beyond coherent thinking.

“Namor..you were talking to him so friendly and he- he likes you Okoye. I didn’t like it.” He admitted, rising to his feet.

“We were just talking! He gave me a stupid toy to ease my anxiety!”

“I didn’t fucking like it. He can’t sweet talk you right under my nose like that.”

“Jealous man.” She smirked, wiping the tears from her face.

He smiled up at her. “Yeah. I’ve never cared before but with you….it’s different. I don’t know.”

Okoye stepped back from him, looking at the mess around the floor.

“My clothes are collecting dust.” She crossed her arms as Attuma moved to pick them up.

All bunched up in his hands, he held them out to her, ready for her to take them and walk out the door with out so much as a second thought.

“What are you doing?” She chuckled. “They belong in the closet don’t they?”

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