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Here's a Huskerdust headcanon!
Every other pet name Angel gave Husk before is inferior to their own inside joke that is "Loser" and "Baby~!" đ„čđ Made some Cherrisnake too! Because my new AU will be heavily focused on Chaggie + Radioapple, so we gotta show them some love before I hyperfixate on the others. Thus, this is the calm before the storm, should I say? I hope to have your support then too! ^v^
-Bubblyđ
#spacebubblearts#fanart#my art#hazbin hotel#amazon prime#coloring practice#huskerdust#cherrisnake#hazbin hotel husk#angel dust#cherri bomb#sir pentious#headcanons#cuties#Huskerdust giving each other Loser Baby nicknames as an inside joke ever since is my everything#but lmao even Cherri's confused#Snek boi#he has a point tho#doodle#demons#angel dust x husk#husk x angel dust#cherri bomb x sir pentious#sir pentious x cherri bomb#romance#fluff#humor#just a thought#it's the Australian in her XD#vivziepop
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Helloo, I was wondering if it was alright for u to write a lucifer x male reader where the reader is also a powerful demon and goes with lucifer to visit Charlie in the dad beat dad episode, and Charlie is just like OMG i have two dads now, this is awesome
if u don't write for male reader, then feel free to change or ignore this lol
MY GAYDAR IS NEVER WRONG!
âLucifer Morningstar x m! Reader
warnings: mentions of s*icide.
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When Charlie called Lucifer, he was excited that his daughter wanted to invite him to see the hotel. He thought he would be able to handle it.
In fact, he did not.
The poor man had a complete mental breakdown as he over thought what would happen, how would he act around his daughter, what should he say, and etc.
So, he decided to ask for help and he just knows the right person for that.
His beloved boyfriend of one year, [y/n].
Backstory time,
Lucifer has been seeing and secretly dating the man for a year already, it took a while but he got charmed okay? [Y/n] is literally so charming, very handsome, very chivalrous.... And very tall...
And is a pianist.
Lucifer met [y/n] in a famous restaurant, that only elites or the rich can enter. [Y/n] so happens to own that restaurant.
The only reason he was there at that time was because the other seven deadly sins wanted to have a get together.
As the dinner with the other seven deadly sins progressed, Lucifer was enamored the whole night, his eyes staring at the tall and graceful man sitting in the middle of the restaurant as he played the piano for the guests so beautifully.
Asmodeus even teased him, making the king of hell blush.
That's where his frequent visit to the restaurant started.
Lucifer claims that he just wanted to listen to the man play and nothing else.
Of course, [y/n] noticed his frequent visits and decided to approach the smaller man.
Of course, Lucifer was cautious.
Lucifer was suspicious why the man looked more humane than others, aside from his sharp teeth.
Eventually, the two slowly got along and then slowly developed romantic feelings for each other.
They started telling each other their stories too.
Lucifer found out [y/n] was a pianist when he was still alive, he was born in the 1920's and died in 1945.
[Y/n] died as passionless artist, who lost his inspiration and will to live.
But despite all that, [y/n] managed to find his passion for music again in hell and despite the era he was born in, he managed to go with the flow of time.
Yes, he knows gen z slang đ
He's got serious problems when it comes to saying "lmao" "purr" and "slay"
Anyways, after finding out and realizing why [y/n] is here is because the sin he committed is that he didn't appreciate the life was given to him and decided to take it away by his own hands.
Lucifer's caution around the man was gone and maybe, not all sinners are bad.
[y/n] confessed first and Lucifer reciprocated by giving the taller man a kiss (he had to pull down [y/n]'s tie okay?)
And Lucifer didn't regret it, [y/n] is a passionate lover. A green flag of all green flags.
âWhy are you here? You're so nice, you shouldn't be here.â
âIf I was up there, then I wouldn't have the pleasure of meeting you and calling you mine.â [y/n] said with a confused tone.
Unaware rizz.
This man, doesn't know how much his words affect Lucifer.
And the fact he can carry Lucifer bridal style and calls him his muse is the cherry on top.
Anyways, back to the scenario. I'm done with the backstory lmao
Lucifer decided to text [y/n] telling him about the situation, wanting emotional support as he's nervous going to an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people.
He thought [y/n] wouldn't be able to come as the man got work but he was wrong as not 15 minutes later, [y/n] bursts through the door looking absolutely disheveled.
[y/n] ran like his life depended on it.
âMy muse, I am hereeee...â the poor tall man wheezed out, hunched on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.
Lucifer had to help the man out by using his wings to dry him up.
âBetter?â
âBetter, thanks my love.â
Lucifer had to explain the situation to him on the way to the hotel and [y/n] giving him peptalk after.
After arriving at the hotel, [y/n] stayed at the side while he watched Lucifer interact with the others.
He swore he heard the pink arachnid say, âIs anyone's gaydar going off right now?â
âIt's just you, Angel.â the gray haired girl says with a deadpan.
After Charlie introduced the rest, she noticed the taller male companion who came with her dad. The male was just admiring the interior of the hotel.
Tall, dark, and handsome.
âSo... Dad, how about you introduce me to your friend that you brought over?â Charlie asked, making the two males flinch in surprise.
[y/n] giggling as he watched the flustered look on Lucifer's face.
The two males just looked at each other, having a silent conversation.
âDo you want to tell her?â is what [y/n]'s facial expression says based on the raised eyebrow.
âI guess it's time to tell her.â Lucifer says through his facial expression, as a sigh left his lips.
The others just stared in silence as the two males looked at each other in silent conversation.
âCharlie, this is [y/n]... My... Significant other.â
After Lucifer introduced the unknown man, Charlie's jaw dropped.
So did the other's.
The only thing Charlie can think is âHoly shit, I'll have two dads.â
âSEE?! I FUCKING TOLD YOU THAT MY GAYDAR IS POPPING OFF SINCE THEY ARRIVEDâ
It was a wild night. From the dad off, some loan sharks deciding to cause a mess. (Charlie has three dads now)
Do you guys want this as a series? I'm thinking of actually writing this concept because aihsjans it's so cutee and interesting đđ€
Also, I absolutely write for male readers as I myself is a man đ€ aosjsi maybe I should write more Lucifer x male! Reader?
#hazbin hotel#lxkeee hazbin hotel masterlist#lucifer#lucifer hazbin hotel#lucifer morningstar x reader#lucifer magne#hazbin hotel x reader#lxkeee answers#lucifer morningstar#lxkeee updates
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hi there ! iâve never requested anyone before but i saw that you like taking wlw requests so i caved đ
as a hi3 player my raiden mei obsession has extended to acheron, and iâd love to see some general dating hcs. maybe what her preferences are (even sexual preferences huhuhrheheheh), how she shows love and affection, or whatever you feel like adding!
i have a severe acheron addiction so if you suddenly get an influx of acheron asks itâs probably me đ
acheron general dating hcs
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Pairings: acheron x fem!reader
CW: sfw and nsfw, female reader, afab reader, nsfw below the second cut, one hc is angst, strap on mention, cunnilingus, face sitting, praise kink, slight mention of degradation, bondage, romantic sex, fingering, biting, slicey slicey white hair acheron yay (both in a kinky way and in a scary way), um I love tea :3
A/N: GIRL ME TOOO IM SO OBSESSED WITH ACHERON ITS ACTUALLY WILD SHES ACTUALLY MY FAV HSR CHARACTER I LOEV THIS WOMAN SM ALSO PLEASE REQUEST ACHERON I AM ENCOURAGING THIS SO HARD REQUEST A ONESHOT IF YOU CAN IM GONNA EAT THE WALL anyway sorry for that I just love acheron a little too much <3 đŻïž
Iâm just gonna be completely honest Acheron is such a sweetheart when youâre dating her.
She shows affection in the most random ways itâs genuinely adorable- like sheâll buy you a random piece of food from Penaconyâs golden hour or something or hug you from behind while resting her chin on your shoulder with a soft hum.
Really enjoys it when you kiss her face all over, it makes her feel loved and special.
That being said I feel like sheâd be a fan of the lipstick trend too.
I feel like sheâd enjoy recording things on her phone instead of yours. Like whenever you guys take a selfie or record a memory, she always pulls her phone out before you can get yours. Probably cause sheâll remember them if theyâre on her phone.
No worries she still forwards them to you <3
Acheron absolutely loves it when you sit in her lap or snake yourself under her arm while leaning against her side to cuddle. Sheâd always wrap her arm around you with a soft smile and pull you close against her.
Whenever you two are on dates, and she gets up to use the restroom, she frequently forgets where sheâs going or loses her way to it. So often times, you usually tail her as a companion because she ends up doing a whole side quest lmao-
Not very talkative in your relationship, but shows her affection when she usually just stays calm and prefers to hold you in silence, leaning against your chest to remind herself that youâre here with her whenever she hears your hearbeat.
Completely random but she probably somehow accidentally caught a fish and brought it home to you. To which you just raised an eyebrow out of disappointment and confusion, but itâs ok because itâs Acheron and you love her. <3
She may not show it, but she gets really happy when you buy her peaches or something peach flavored, since itâs one of the few things she can taste :( [the way I started violently sobbing after writing this bullet]
One time when she accidentally showed you her slicey slicey form you ended up being a little terrified, and she feels awful for it. She tried so hard to make it up to you, literally bought you anything she wanted, showered you with kisses, took you out on a romantic date, almost everything.
Sometimes you have to tell Acheron to loosen her grip, since when you two sleep she hugs you WAY too tight. Like, this woman can accidentally kill someone out of affection.
sheâs like a cat with a resting bitch face, but is really sweet tbhâŠor maybe I just love cats too much.
Smells like peaches and rainwater and you canât change my mind, maybe a hint of cherry blossom perfume :)
Someone get her google maps I love her sm
nsfw below the cut.
Contrary to what everyone saysâAcheron is NOT a top in my opinion. Sheâs a switch. A MASSIVE FUCKING SWITCH âŒïž
Her strap game go crazy though trust
Nothing more this woman loves than digging her fingers into your thighs and parting them to eat you out like you were her last meal she would have in centuries. <3
I feel like sheâd love face sitting, giving or receiving.
Screamer? Nah she groans and it sounds unbelievably hot. Like-?
A lot of people believe that sheâs into degrading BUT I DONT THINK SO AHAHA I feel like she prefers praise, since she doesnât like the idea of degrading you and making you seem like youâre less than her :(
Even if youâre into that, it takes a lot to convince her that you really want to and even then sheâs super hesitant and barely even tries to degrade you. Probably switches back to praise midway since she canât shit talk you at all. Sheâs too sweet for that.
Seriously into romantic sex over kinky sex, but isnât afraid to throw in some crazy kinks every once in a while, bondage being one of her favorites.
Acheron would absolutely love it when you whisper how much you love her into her ear, and whine out how you donât want her to leave. It makes her feel all warm and fuzzy as she reassures you sheâs yours forever, and how youâre hers.
You whisper that stuff while sheâs topping? Great, your legs arenât gonna work tomorrow as sheâs buried in your cunt and your moans are muffled by her lips smashed against yours. When sheâs bottoming? Congrats, you made her even wetter as sheâs trying to bite her lip to control the filthy groans from her throat and grinding down against your fingers or strap.
Biter. Like hold her as close as you can and sheâll bite down onto you HARD. Still licks the area in case it hurts though. Along with that, she loves it when you bite her backâshe just thinks they look pretty.
I feel sheâs ripped your clothing off on multiple occasions. Especially when sheâs in her other form and wants to have sex with you. Afterwards or before, she apologizes and promises to buy you a brand new one.
Speaking of which she has DEFINITELY fucked you real good when she goes white hair and slicey slicey
She adores the idea of just towering over you with her hands planted beside your head, bonus points if she gets to hold your hands.
Her aftercare is immaculate mwah
Constantly checks up on you and showers you with praise and kisses wawawawawa while helping you clean up, and probably puts on a movie or something while cuddling up to you.
If youâre the one giving aftercare please hug her as tight as possible and reassure her she did good, just hold her hand with your fingers laced between hers as you promise against her skin that youâll stay with her. Literally do it or else Iâm going to eat your cupcakes omg
Falls asleep in your arms 3 out of 4 times everytime you guys have sex late at night.
Iâm too gay for her itâs not even funny anymore atp
A/N: ONE, I KNEW I HAD TO WORK ON THIS AS SOON AS I SAW IT EVEN THOUGH ITS 2 AM AND I SHOULD BE ASLEEP. AND TWO, IF SOMEONE ASKS âwell why is it so long đ„șđ„șâ BECAUSE I LOVE ACHERON SHUSH
anon Iâm encouraging this behavior please request me more acheron and acheron oneshots Iâm begging u Iâm totally normal about her
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Hi! I recently found your "I'll be there for you" universe and I love it.
I was wondering if you'd want to do a sick fic where reader gets a sudden fever/body aches/chills/so on and tries to shrug it off as no big deal even though it absolutely is and Steve, the ultimate caretaker he is, forgets all about his plans for the evening to stay in and take care of them. Thank you, have a great week!
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"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist
pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader
word count: 4.7k words
warnings: explicit language, descriptions of sickness/being sick, brief mentions of parental neglect, mentions of weed, overall very soft and wholesome and cozy<3
summary: in which you and steve are sick on christmasÂ
author's note:Â thank u for the request !! when i started this series one of the first ideas i had was something where reader and steve are sick during the holidays so this request fit with that perfectly<33 i couldn't really figure out how to end this so it kinda just ends lmao
general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full âloreâ it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333
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Winter 1985
âThis is your fault,â You told Steve as you sniffled.
âI know, I know,â He respondedâ he had been hearing your grumbling from the moment you woke up, so he was pretty much used to it by now. He walked over to where you were sitting on the couch and held out a capful of cough syrup for you to grab. âHere. Take this.âÂ
âThank you,â You mumbled as you drank the medicine and then immediately went to grab your glass of water sitting on the coffee table because of how strong and bitter the cherry flavoring was. âUgh.â
You now fully regretted that moment a few nights ago where you and Steve sat out on the fire escape and smoked weed in the freezing weather; an idea that had fully been Steveâs. It was fun in the moment, even though you could barely remember most of the conversation the two of you had, but a hint of a cold started building from the second you woke up that next morning and now it was at its worst. You currently had a stuffy nose and a horrible cough that gave you the shittiest headache. And after hours of laying in your bed and falling in and out of sleep, you finally decided to go out into the living room and complain to your best friend about how much you blamed him for your current sickness.Â
âCan you pass me the blanket, please?â You asked, pointing to the one that was laying on the back of one of the dining table chairs; it was barely five feet away but you didnât have it in you to move out of the comfortable position you found yourself in on the couch.Â
âYou become such a baby when youâre sick,â Steve told you with a roll of his eyes that you knew wasnât serious as he handed you the knitted throw blanket, which you immediately wrapped around yourself after putting your water back down.
âOh, whatever. I swear youâre always worse than me,â You said with your own eye roll; if he was closer to you, you wouldâve given his arm a light smack. Your gaze moved upward, taking note of the time on the clock that hung on the wall above the television; it was a small round red clock that Steve had thrifted a few months ago. âAnyway, when are you heading to the Wheelerâs Christmas Eve party? Make sure you have fun for the both of us, and bring me back some of those gingerbread cookies that Karen makes.â
Steve sat next to you on the couch. âIâm not gonna go to the party.âÂ
Your eyebrows furrowed in both surprise and confusion when you heard him say that because he loved going to that holiday party just as much as you did. All of the kids would be there as well as Robin and Eddie, and always at some point during the night, you all would end up migrating downstairs to the basement away from the real adults. The kids and Eddie would start playing D&D as you, Robin, and Steve sat on the sidelines watching the madness unfold. And then eventually the three of you would simply start playing random card games with Nancy and Jonathan.Â
âI wonât be mad if you go. Jokingly, yesâ Iâll probably pretend to be mad at you for going for the next few days. But, Iâm not actually,â You told him and then sniffled again because you couldnât help it.
âNo, itâs okay,â He said as he leaned back on the couch. âI donât wanna go without you.â
âYou sure?â
He nodded. âYeah.â
âOkay, well, in that case,â You scooted closer to him on the couch and leaned your head on his shoulder. It was a position that never failed to comfort you, and you especially needed that in this moment where your body was telling you that you needed to sleep and the cough syrup you just took was making it easier to do so. âThank you.â
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You werenât entirely sure how or when you ended up in your bed, but you were happy about it. It was now dark outside and the digital clock sitting on your nightstand told you that the time was only nine oâclock.Â
You turned on your side and saw Steve next to youâ head against one of your pillows, eyes shut, and lips slightly parted. It was a nice surprise seeing him asleep next to you, but you also knew that he probably shouldnât be.Â
You reached out and lightly poked his cheek a few times. His eyes slowly opened just for a second before closing again and he let out a soft, âHm?â
âYouâre gonna get sick too if you sleep here,â You told him.Â
âI wanna stay close just in case you need something.â
You couldnât help but smile at that. âAnd you wonder why I act like a baby when Iâm sick. Itâs because you treat me like one.âÂ
âWell, someone has to.â Steve shrugged through his half-asleep daze and you knew exactly what he meant by his words.Â
When you were younger, before you met him, you had gotten so used to taking care of yourself because your parents werenât the type to do much; your dad was always on some sort of business trip and your mom was always busy working at her office. You honestly couldnât remember the last time either of them gave you medicine or soup or even worried about you at all when you got sick. However, the day your parents met Steveâs on that cruise and it was discovered that you all lived in towns that were only twenty minutes away from one another, things changedâ you and Steve started taking care of each other.Â
In tenth grade when you got the flu, he spent his lunchtime every day that week driving to your house to check on you. And even though he hated school, heâd still go to yours and pick up your assignments from one of your friends, and heâd help you do most of them so you didnât fall behind too much; most of it was wrong, but it was the thought that counted. And when he got sick last Summer, you spent every night at his house until he felt better. It was slightly funny because those four days led you to getting sick the next week, and it felt like that same thing was about to happen in this instance.Â
âYou saying that just reminded me that I need to call my mom and tell her that I canât come to the Christmas brunch thing she set up with my Aunt and cousin,â You shifted a bit and pulled the blanket higher over you. âNow, Iâm actually glad that Iâm sick.âÂ
âI already called and told her while you were sleeping, but she didnât really believe me, so yeah you should probably call her too,â Steve said, which made you laugh a bit.
âThatâs actually not surprising. Iâll call in the morning,â You said and then yawned. âYou donât have to go to your parentâs tomorrow, right?â
âNope, theyâre in California for this business thing my dad has to be at.â
âNice,â You responded with a small nod. âFor some reason, I canât remember the last time it was just you and me during Christmas.â
âNinth grade,â Steve said with a small sleepy smile on his face and his eyes opened again. âMy parents were out of town, and then yours had to leave too to do something last second. We had the great idea to set up the tent I got in sixth grade and camp out in my backyard.â
âOh, yeah,â You said, laughing at the memory. âWe got way too cold around one in the morning and decided to just sleep in front of the fireplace in the living room.âÂ
âI wish this place had a fireplace.â
âWe can sleep in front of the radiator?â
Steve thought about your suggestion for a second before shaking his head. âNot the same.â
âOkay, thatâs true,â You said with a quick nod before reaching beneath the blanket and lightly poking his t-shirt covered side. âHey, do you remember what I got you that year?â
Steve immediately let out a laugh. âYes, and I actually still have that Mickey Mouse poster.âÂ
You turned away from him then and covered your face with your hands. âOh, God. No, you donât. Youâre kidding.â
âYes, I do,â Steve said and you could practically hear the smile in his voice. âItâs rolled up in my closet. I would go grab it, but Iâm too tired to move right now.â
You remembered exactly how excited you had been to give him that poster, which was supposed to be a really cool picture of one of his favorite basketball players, and the guy that you bought it from at the flea market even told you that it was signed. But when Steve pulled it out of the plastic and unrolled it in his living room on Christmas, instead of it being anywhere close to a photo of any basketball player, it was a picture of Mickey Mouse on a train.
âIâm still so embarrassed and mad that the sales guy at that flea market tricked me,â You said and sighed. You were still a little upset with yourself that you didnât make him open up the poster and show it to you before you bought it, but he said that was âagainst the rulesâ since it was sealed in the plastic, and that reasoning had somewhat made sense to you. âAnd itâs not like I could try to return it or yell at him because the flea market was only here for a weekend.â
âNow that youâve brought it up, I think we should hang the poster up in the living room. Maybe where the dining table is?âÂ
You turned to face Steve again. âI will never allow that to happen.â
âI guess Iâll just have to put it up when you fall asleep,â He said, and you ignored his overdramatic wince when you playfully punched his arm. âDo you remember what I got you for Christmas that year?âÂ
âOf course,â You nodded. You still had that silver bracelet he got you, and you were a thousand percent certain that you would keep it forever, even though now it just sat in your jewelry box because the clasp broke sometime last year. âI still canât figure out how to fix that damn clasp.â
âI could just get you another one.â
âNot the same,â You told him with a quick shake of your head. âOne day Iâll figure out how to fix it.â
âOkay,â He said and then brought up a different time that the two of you decided to try camping in his backyard, which was in the Summer and on a very warm night, but you and him still didnât fully spend the night outside because there were too many bugs.Â
You laughed at the memory as Steve talked about it now because it just reminded you that you and him were probably the least âoutdoorsyâ people ever, but somehow that never stopped either of you from trying to be.Â
That was how the rest of the night went; reminiscing about more random stuffâ memories from various moments of your friendship that always made you smile or laugh or even feel a little bit embarrassedâ until both of you fell asleep again. And it wasnât the biggest surprise when Steve woke up in the morning sniffling.
âI told you this would happen,â You said to him as you walked back to your bed, cough syrup in hand because you knew that heâd be needing it. You were actually feeling the tiniest bit better; still pretty bad but not as horrible as yesterday.
âMerry Christmas to you too,â He grumbled as he rubbed the tiredness out of his eyes and then sneezed.
âHere. Take this,â You said with a small smile, mimicking the same words he had said to you yesterday.Â
âOur roles changed way too fast,â Steve said before drinking the capful of cough syrup. âI was supposed to be taking care of you, and now youâre the one taking care of me.â
âWeâll take shifts on who gets to be the more helpless one,â You told him amusingly. âRight now itâs your turn. Do you want some water?â
He nodded and you went to the kitchen to grab a bottle and then handed it over to him before you settled back in the bed.Â
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A handful of hours passed, all of which marked the most boring Christmas youâd probably ever had; but youâd take this silence and sickness over a tense brunch with your mom any day.
You were reading a book and Steve was still asleep next to you, turned on his side and blanket covering his head. A knock on the front door pulled your focus away from the page you were in the middle of reading.
You really didnât feel like getting out of bed to answer it, but you also didnât want to wake Steve and make him go do it, so with a sigh, you closed your book and placed it on the nightstand and then walked out of your bedroom. You headed to the couch first to grab the knitted throw blanket and wrap it around your shoulders so that it covered your bare legs, and then you proceeded to answer the door.Â
Miss Johnson, the sweet older woman that lived a few doors down, stood in front of you with a red and green plaid patterned tin of what you assumed were the Christmas cookies that she told you about the first time you met. When you and Steve moved into the building, she introduced herself on that first day and gave you a welcome basket of muffins that were probably the best muffins that both you and Steve had ever had, and she also mentioned that for the holidays she gave out cookies to people in the building. Â
She smiled at you for a brief second before a surprised look crossed her face. âHiâ Oh, you look terrible. What happened?â
Somehow the brutal honesty actually felt more sweet and worried than rude; and it warmed your heart and simultaneously hurt it so fucking bad that she was the only older adult in your life that actually seemed to care.Â
You let out a small cough. âMe and Steve are sick right now. Just a cold.â
âOh no, that stinks,â She said with a frown, and then held the tin out toward you. âHere take these cookies and Iâll be right back. Let me go make you both some soup.â
You grabbed the tin and smiled at her. âThank you so much for the cookies, but you donât have to make us soup.âÂ
In all honesty, you wouldâve loved soup at that moment because you and Steve hadnât eaten all day aside from the two slices of buttered toast that he made around noon, since neither of you could really be bothered to make anything else. But, Miss Johnson had already made the cookies for you two, so you felt bad about her also doing this for you and Steve.Â
She shook her head at you. âNo, no, itâs not a problem at all. I know I already have all of the ingredients, so itâll just take me fifteen minutes, twenty tops.â
You were about to assure her again that she really didnât have to do that, but she was already walking away and heading back down the hall before any word could leave your mouth.Â
There was something about the gesture that felt way too sweet and nice, and it made you wish that you had someone like her in your life when you were younger. And then that thought made you feel so fucking grateful that for the past almost ten years, you had Steve.Â
You placed the cookie tin on the kitchen counter and then tightened your blanket around you. You could see from the large window that led out to the fire escape that the sun was beginning to set, and as you got closer and peaked below at the street, you saw that some snow still lingered on the ground from when it came down a few days ago; the same night that you and Steve sat out on the fire escape.
The sudden sound of Steve saying, âPlease donât go out there. I donât wanna repeat this sick cycle,â made you turn around and look at your best friend. He had slipped on a hoodie, which was yours (although back in high school it technically had been his), and his hair was the messiest youâd seen it in a while, and that let you know exactly how bad he was probably feeling right then.Â
âDonât worry, Iâm not going out there without an actual jacket anytime soon.â
âOkay, good,â He yawned and then smiled when he saw what was on the counter. âMiss Johnson brought the cookies?â
âYes,â You said, walking back to the kitchen and watching as Steve opened up the tin. There were at least a dozen cookies in it; a mixture of Christmas trees, Santa Clauses, and snowflakes. âShe also went to go make us soup since weâre sick.â
âSheâs way too nice to us,â Steve said and grabbed one of the Santa Claus cookies.
âI agree,â You told him, deciding to grab a snowflake cookie for yourself. âMeanwhile, weâre horrible people and didnât even think about getting her something for Christmas. Once weâre better we have to get her something.â
âYeah. We can get her a nice sweater or cardigan,â Steve said, and you nodded at that suggestion; whenever either of you saw Miss Johnson she was almost always wearing some sort of fun and colorful cardigan so that idea felt right. He took another bite of the cookie in his hand and then looked at you. âWill this ruin our appetite?â
âConsidering the fact that weâve barely had anything to eat today since weâve felt so shitty, I donât think that thereâs really an appetite to ruin.â
âVery true.â
The two of you migrated to the couch, bringing the cookie tin along with you, and mindlessly watched the Charlie Brown Christmas special that played on television as you ate some more cookies.Â
When there was another knock on the door twenty minutes later, right as the Charlie Brown episode ended, you looked at Steve and pulled your legs off his lap. âYour turn to get it.âÂ
He nodded and got up, running a quick hand through his hair, which didnât really do much to tame it, before opening the door.Â
âHi, Miss Johnson,â Steve said, and even though he was facing away from you, you could hear the smile in his voice. He received a smile back as she handed him a full tupperware of soup. âThank you. You really didnât have to make this for us.â
âItâs really no problem. I hope you two feel better soon,â She responded. âAnd also here are some tea bags. You guys should be drinking that too.âÂ
You watched as she put a few in Steveâs free hand. Neither you nor him really liked tea, but you werenât about to tell Miss Johnson that when she was being so damn nice and thoughtful.Â
âThank you so much,â You said from the couch and smiled at her. âAlso, weâve already tried some of the cookies and theyâre amazing.â
âJust wait until you try the chocolates I make for Valentineâs Day,â She said and you smiled even wider at that.Â
âCanât wait.â
She said her final goodbyes and headed back down the hall to her apartment after telling you both that you could knock on her door if you needed anything; more soup, medicine, etc. And that offer, which sounded completely genuine, only further confirmed the fact that you and Steve definitely needed to get her a gift as soon as possible.Â
Steve pulled two bowls out of one of the cabinets and split the soup, which you then learned was chicken noodle, evenly in both of them and then handed one over to you.Â
âThanks,â You said as he also gave you a spoon and then sat down on the couch again.Â
He took control of the TV remote and you didnât argue when he stopped on a channel that was playing a James Bond movie. After finishing your soup, you maneuvered around so that you were laying down and your head was in his lap and you fell asleep just like that.Â
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Another set of hours passed, although you were unaware of exactly how many. You were woken up by the feeling of Steve softly stroking your ear; which he knew would always either annoy you or make you laugh because of how much it tickledâ most of the time it was both. This time was no different.Â
You were laughing as you shooed his hand away. âStop that.â
âI needed to wake you up.â
You looked up at him and rubbed your eyes. âWhat time is it?â
âAlmost ten.â
You nodded at his answer and then suddenly realized through your half asleep daze why he decided to wake you right then. âOh, we have to open the presents.â
From that very first Christmas you spent together, it was agreed upon that you would do your gift exchange at nightâ once you both were done being stuck all day with your parents and other family members that you never saw any other time of the year.Â
Youâd sneak off to his house once those family members were gone and your parents were asleep, or heâd come to yours, and then youâd exchange gifts and almost always end up talking about nothing until the morning.Â
You sat up. âIâm just now realizing that we couldâve done it earlier today.â
âYeah, but that wouldâve broken the tradition,â Steve said and you agreed with that, there was something about always doing the gift exchange at night that felt like the only way to do it at this point.
You went into your bedroom and grabbed Steveâs present that you had stashed away in your closet. When you left your room, you saw that he was already sitting next to the small Christmas tree that sat lit up in the corner close by the window and he was holding what you rightly assumed was your gift from him.Â
The tree was so small that it didnât make sense to put gifts under it, so that was why you kept the one you got for Steve in your room and he had yours in his. The only things that did sit next to the tree and slightly under it were the little presents that you both got for Harold the Hamster.Â
âMerry Christmas, Stevie,â You said, sitting down next to him and giving him his gift. He let out a laugh when he noticed that the green wrapping paper had pictures of polar bears wearing Santa hats on itâ when you had seen it weeks ago at the store, you thought it was adorably funny and knew you had to get it.
He handed over the gift he got you and the sight of his messy wrapping job made you smile. âMerry Christmas.âÂ
The nostalgic sound of wrapping paper ripping could be heard as you tore into your gift. A happy yelp emitted from your lips when you saw the vinyl of The Breakfast Club soundtrack. It was quite literally the perfect giftâ you had held the tape of the movie that you rented from Steveâs Family Video hostage for a month straight when they first got it in, and sometimes youâd watch the movie just to hear the songs.
âAfter how many times you watched the movie this year, this felt very fitting,â Steve told you. He hadn't opened his gift yet, and instead, he was playing with the red bow that was placed on top of it; he always liked to see your reaction first.
You looked at him and smiled. âI hope youâre prepared to hear this at least three times a week for the next few months.âÂ
He laughed a bit. âI knew you were going to say that, and Iâve already accepted the fact that I will have to hear Donât You Forget About Me on an endless loop for a while.âÂ
âGood,â You said, still smiling, and then you bumped your knee with his. âOpen yours.â
Steve finally started opening your gift for him, tearing the wrapping paper off to reveal a shoebox, which had a new pair of white Nikes inside. They were the same as the pair he already had that had the red âswooshâ on the side, but that pair was now a lot less white since he had them since Sophomore year of high school and heâd wear them almost religiously.Â
âItâs time to retire the ones youâve had for the past three years,â You said as he pulled out one of the sneakers. âOh, also, thereâs a note at the bottom of the box.âÂ
Steve put the one sneaker down and then grabbed the small notecard with your handwriting on it that was buried underneath the other one. ââThis is long overdue. You probably shouldâve gotten rid of your last pair after the basketball season ended Senior year. And speaking of basketball, after your many years of begging and pleading I will finally grant your wish and play basketball with you. Youâre welcome. Shit, I already regret writing this.ââ He looked at you, a smile growing on his face. âYouâre serious?âÂ
âSadly, yes,â You answered, and when he smiled wider, you said, âItâs only gonna happen one time and just for a couple of hours, and if I break my leg or arm or anything else during this, I will sue you, Harrington.âÂ
You had two left feet when it came to any sort of sportâ in a way, it was funny how clumsy youâd get whenever you had to play anythingâ and Steve knew that, but for perhaps the entirety of your friendship he still always tried to convince you to play basketball with him, and you always said no because why would you ever do something that you knew would only lead to embarrassment? Even if it was just with your best friend. Heâd seen more than enough of your accidental embarrassing moments, and in your mind there was no need for him to also see one that could easily be avoided.Â
But, you knew that finally doing this would make him happy, and that made your imminent embarrassment feel somewhat worth it.
âYouâre not gonna break anything, but if you do, Iâll completely understand if you decide to sue me,â Steve said and you could hear the joking undertones in his voice. âSo, when can we play?â
âYou can choose the day, but please wait until weâre not sick and when itâs not freezing cold outside.âÂ
He nodded at that. âOkay, deal.â
âWhat did you get Harold?â You asked as you picked up the present next to the tree that Steve had wrapped.
âA new wheel,â He answered and that made you laugh.
âI also got him a new wheel.â
It actually wasnât entirely surprising that you and Steve had the same gift idea. You two loved Harold with your entire hearts, but at least twice a week heâd wake one or both of you up at three in the morning by running on the current wheel he had, which was the squeakiest thing in the world.
Steve looked over at where Haroldâs cage sat on the coffee table in the living room area. âMaybe heâll like having two.âÂ
âYeah,â You nodded. âMaybe heâll designate one for daytime running and the other for nighttime running.â
Steve smiled at your joking statement. âExactly.â
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(requests are open for stuff you wanna see in the universe/series!đ«¶đŸ)
#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington fic#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington smut#steve harrington x you#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington x fem!reader#stranger things fluff#steve harrington series#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington x y/n#stranger things imagine#stranger things series
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ghhhhh i have a massive Beru brainrot,,,,z he won't get out of my headdd... can I request a cute little crack fic about a gn/male reader who returns from a fancy gathering or party they're drunk? they get overly excited to see Beru, and uh- basically this happens
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The lip gloss scent wouldn't come off, and Beru smells like cherries for a few days. Jinwoo witnessed this happen to Beru lmao
also the relationship between Beru n the reader is platonic, they just like Beru..., little meow meow..
take care!
Solo Leveling: Little Meow Meow ^-^
Summary: In which loving Beru is like loving a cat.Â
Or Beru is too cute not to love.
Pairing: Platonic! Beru and M! reader.
Note: Thanks for being patient!Â
Warning: None. Just fluffy goodness.Â
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Beru watched as you stumbled into the apartment.Â
In fact, he had watched the young man go into a bar filled with laughter, music, and clinking glasses.
Now, Beru almost popped out from the shadows had you not held onto the wall with all your might.Â
His Liege had asked him to watch over his little friend, to make sure that you were not harmed or taken advantage of. Beru also knows that His Liege cares about you very much, considering how much you had supported his family through tough times as a B-class hunter.Â
âB-Beru? Is that you?â You hiccuped, before you rubbed your eyes. Beru jumped at the sudden call of his name, and didnât know how you manage to spot him without revealing himself.
âBeru~ I know youâre there~â You take a step, but tumble over. Luckily, Beru was there to catch you.Â
"Beru! My favourite lil man~" you exclaimed, your words slightly slurred. "You won't believe the party I just came from! It was incredible!"
Beru tilted his head, a silent acknowledgment of your presence, instead, leading you to the sofa. The drunk man, however, paid no mind to Beru's stoic demeanor. Instead, you gave the shadow knight a wide grin.
"You know, Beru, you're like my own little meow meow," you giggled, reaching out to rub the creature's head. Beru shivered, a foreign feeling bloomed from within.
Suddenly, you cupped Beru's face and brought it closer to your own.Â
"You're so cute, Beru, Youâre like a little kitty!" you cooed, and without another warning, your lips pressing against the creature's forehead.
Beru immediately jumped back, surprised by his own avoidance and embarrassment. Is this what humans do when they get drunk?!
Luckily HIs Liege canât get drunk, because humans are like a different person when they are drunk!Â
If Beru wasnât here, what if you did this to someone else! That would be embarrassing!Â
âBeru~â While Beruâs head was filled with question marks and danger signals as more scenarios pop up, you however, weren't satisfied with just one kiss.Â
You dive towards him and continued to shower Beru with affectionate pecks, your enthusiasm fueled by the alcohol coursing through your veins.
Also, were you wearing lip gloss?? Why does it smell like cherries?!
Beru, being smothered with kisses, he quickly held you up and away from him. He didn't know what to do.
My Liege!Â
Jinwoo, having sensed the commotion, entered the room just in time to witness the peculiar scene. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of Beru, who was covered in red lip stains, and looking at him confused and pleading for help.
"What's going on here?" Jinwoo asked, trying to stifle a laugh.
You turned to Jinwoo, your cheeks flushed from both embarrassment and alcohol.
"Oh, Jinwoo! Beru just deserves all the love, you know?"
Jinwoo couldnât help but chuckle, making Beru even more flustered. Luckily, Jinwoo easily peeled you off of the poor shadow soldier, letting the poor Beru breathe again.Â
You grinned, giving Beru one last affectionate pat before settling onto the couch.Â
"Best party ever, Jinwoo. Best party ever." You mumbled before going into a slump, clearly wonât remember anything when you wake up.Â
And so, in the quiet apartment, the shadow knight sat awkwardly, adorned with the scent of cherries, as you drifted into a tipsy slumber, thinking of their own little meow meow.
Jinwoo didnât forget to tease Beru everyday, nor did anyone in the shadow army.Â
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Jealousy, Jealousy... | Part 4
A/N: don't even have a summary for this. oc is in love with gyu and gyu is in love with another girl but both are virgin losers and gyu is a horndog who would let oc do what she wants to him just as long as he gets to cum.
Word count: 4.9k
Genre: Smut, angst
Warnings: fem!reader, public sex, blowjobs, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, mentions of morbid games lmao
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You havenât had a chance to talk to Beomgyu about what happened at the party, mostly because you donât know what to say. You donât want to ask him about Haeun because you donât want to hear that theyâre together now. And you donât want to talk to him about Yeonjun and admit to him that you are not actually together when he clearly has someone else.Â
As for Yeonjun, you start becoming closer and closer to himâyouâre not actually dating but Beomgyu doesnât need to know that, and the fact that he thinks you are and itâs pissing him off beyond belief is just the cherry on top.Â
But due to all this messiness, things become awkward between you and Beomgyu. There is this unspoken tension that neither of you will acknowledge. Even just him coming home and stepping into the living room where youâre at feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room.Â
Live with your best friend, they said. It will be fun, they said.
You focus intensely on your phone, determined to ignore Beomgyu until he retreats into his room like the virginal creature he is. But to your dismay, he heads straight to you.Â
âHey, are you okay?â Beomgyu asks, rushing to your side and you look at his concerned face with confusion. âWhat is it, did Yeonjun hurt you?âÂ
âHuh?â You hum, completely lost.Â
âYour face. You look like someone ran over it.âÂ
You glare at him, showing him your phone pointedly. âIâm just stuck at this game.âÂ
He rolls his eyes, shoulders relaxing. âDamn, I thought it was serious.â
No shit. It looked like he was ready to scratch Yeonjunâs face off at the mere idea that he hurt you. Which is kinda sweet, you guess.Â
âIt is serious. This game is kicking my ass.â You complain, brushing past it once again, choosing to focus on the escape room game youâre playing. âI feel like such an idiot. Why canât I figure this stupid puzzle out?âÂ
âLet me see.â He sits beside you, plucking the phone out of your hands.Â
âHey!â You protest loudly but he shushes you. âLet the genius do his thing.âÂ
You bark out a laugh at that. âNow thatâs hilarious.â You mock him, but let him try anyway. If only because he looks the prettiest when heâs concentrating on something.Â
What? Itâs not like youâre going to get over your undying love for him in a day.Â
Beomgyu flounders around just as you had expected, clicking all over the screen to try to unlock some hidden clue to no avail. Soon enough, his frustration reaches your level/Â
âWhat the fuck do you want me to give you, you stupid man?â Beomgyu yells in frustration, repeatedly tapping on the man who wonât give him the phone number he needs.Â
âIs the genius struggling?â You mock and though he doesnât mean it, he gives you the most heart-breakingly adorable pout youâve ever seen. It takes the combined strength of every single cell in your body to not swoon on the spot.Â
âShut up. Itâs a stupid game.â He mumbles and you raise an eyebrow at him. âOr maybe dialing random numbers on the phone isnât the best strategy when there are like an infinite number combinations possible?â
âLike I said, stupid game.â He asserts, âItâs impossible to solve.âÂ
âNo, youâre just an idiot. Give me back my phone.â You try to take it from him but he refuses to hand it over, insisting, âIâm going to solve it.â
âBeomgyu, come on!â
âIâll figure it out!â
âNo, you wonât, dumbass!â
âOkay, now youâre really not getting it back.â He says and you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. He sighs and tugs on your arm, pulling you onto his lap, âCome here, letâs work it out together.âÂ
How can you when his breath hitting the back of your neck lights your nerves on fire and the warmth of his body pressed up against yours fries up your brain?Â
Still you valiantly push through, coming up with ideas together to solve the puzzle, equally stupid ideas that donât work, but you don't even care about the game anymore, just enjoying being in his arms, leaning back against his shoulders, surrounded by his warmth and his scent.Â
âOkay, thatâs it. Iâm cheating.â He announces after a long, frustrating stretch of inadequate gameplay, and you grunt. âYes, please.â
You watch as he looks up the answer to the puzzle youâre stuck on online, practically melting in his embrace.Â
âThatâs the answer? What the fuck? It doesnât even make sense.â He grumbles once he finds the answer, the vibrations of his deep voice like a cat purring against you.Â
âI know. This is so annoying.â You mutter, no heat behind your words, as he enters the code given from the walkthrough. âOr maybe weâre both idiots.âÂ
âNah, nah, itâs the game thatâs stupid. Weâre so smart.â He denies dramatically and you giggle. âThe smartest.âÂ
Once he dials the number given to him by the man, a distorted voice answers, giving you a cryptic message before hanging up.Â
"Look into the eyes of the bird. What does that mean?" Beomgyu wonders, and a sudden realization hits you. "Oh, oh, there was an owl statue back there!"
"You're right. Good thinking, babe.â He compliments mindlessly, oblivious to the fact that he so casually sent your heart into overdrive. Yes, he has called you that before, but never in a non-sexual context. This whole thing feels so domestic, so relationship-y, and itâs seriously messing with your tattered heart.Â
Beomgyu goes back to the owl and taps on its eyes. They turn white and the statue shakes, causing your anticipation to rise⊠but then nothing happens.Â
"Wait, what?" Beomgyu wonders dumbly, and you frown. "Let's look around again. Maybe that did something."
"Okay." His head moves ever so slightly to the side and he takes a deep breath through his nose, frustrated, but if you didnât know any better, and if your wishful thinking had its way, you would think he was taking your scent in.Â
"Oh, there it is. It opened this thing." He says excitedly, jolting you out of your fantasies. "Thatâs the code!"
"Come on then, open the suitcase!" You gush, joining the excitement. You just love to see him so giddy. Â
"Right."Â
You watch his eyebrows furrow as he looks around for the suitcase, and you do your best not to bend forward and kiss his pretty nose.Â
Damn it. Get yourself together.Â
"It's a camera. Let's try to take pics with it." You tell him once he opens the suitcase.Â
"I have a bad feeling about this." Beomgyu says, trying to take a picture of the mother character but it doesnât work.
"Try the child." You grab onto his arms, feeling nervous yourself.Â
You click on the child but instead of taking a picture of her, she takes a picture of you. Then the scene turns dark and she starts screaming. Â
"What? What is happening? Pull back." You tell him urgently.Â
He moves around frantically, stopping at the scene with the mother and now there is a monster behind her. The monster speaks in the same distorted voice, saying itâs taking the mother and leaving the child to you.Â
âWhat the fuck?â Beomgyu asks, creepy music playing in the background. âBring her back!â
âOh, donât feel bad for the mother. She fed her brother urine and dug up the corpses of her family members for a sacrifice.âÂ
âShe did what?â He gives you a look of disgust.
âBut even thatâs not surprising. I mean sheâs the product of the semen her father ejaculated into a jar and combined with the egg he extracted from her dead mother who he killed because he was obsessed with her.âÂ
âWhy do you play these games?â Beomgyu groans, horrified.Â
You shrug. âI am fascinated by the morbid. And if I recall correctly, I didnât ask you to play.â
âI know. I just missed hanging out with you. Even if itâs playing creepy games or just you ranting about your day.â He says sheepishly, turning his head to face you, and you suddenly realize fully how close you actually are. You gulp. âYeah. I missed hanging out with you too. I guess weâve both been⊠busy.âÂ
âYeah with the gigs and the parties and all, I guess Iâm not around much.â He trails off, running his fingers up and down your forearm, making you shiver. Then looks up at you with a grin. âHey, remember back when we were so lame no one ever invited us to parties so we would just spend our weekends at home watching movies and playing video games?â
âRemember? That was only like a couple of months ago. You may have forgotten your roots Mr. Iâm-in-an-up-and-coming-band but it will always be the loser lifestyle for me.âÂ
You're joking but you do miss it. You miss when he was your Beomgyu and not Haeun's. Even if it was just in your head. You miss your best friend and not the asshole he became.Â
âYeah, right. Youâre such a loser, youâre dating the lead singer of that band.â He mutters challengingly, staring you down. Youâre so close, you only have to lean in a tiny bit to meet his lips, and by the way heâs looking at you, you think he wants it too.Â
But then his phone rings and the moment is over. You snap back to your senses and quickly get off him, glancing at his phone. Itâs Haeun. Of course. You feel so stupid. Youâre not his girlfriend. Youâre just his dumb friend who thinks she has a chance with him when he never expressed any interest in her and has in fact been in love with another womanâa woman who is now his girlfriend.Â
âBabyââ
âYour girlfriend is calling. Answer her.â You tell him harshly, and he flinches, taken aback. He is silent for a second, searching your face for something, before he sighs. âFine.âÂ
âHey, baby.â He answers, looking at you as he uses the exact same nickname he just called you. You roll your eyes, starting the next phase in the game, trying not to let it show how hurt you are as you pointedly ignore him. âIâm good. Heading for bed.â
He pauses for a second during which you pretend youâre actually playing the game as he listens to what sheâs telling him, before he says. âBaby, I canât come over now. Iâm tired⊠yeah, iâm just not feeling that wellâNo, no, donât come over. Iâm okay. ItâsââÂ
He shuts up abruptly and you look up to him to see him staring at his phone in frustration.Â
âSheâs coming over?â You raise an eyebrow and he sighs. âWants to make sure Iâm not sick.âÂ
âYouâre so lucky.â You gush sarcastically.Â
âDonât start.â He warns.
âNo. No. Iâm really happy for you. Your love with Haeun is so special. So special in fact that you probably only share it with like five other men.âÂ
He laughs at that. âOh yeah, itâs not like youâre dating boyfriend of the year either.âÂ
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â You frown, hands on your hips.Â
âIt means that youâre not the first groupie heâs had. Youâre probably not even the only one. Hey, maybe if you stick around long enough, heâll even introduce you to the others.â
âFuck you, Beomgyu.â You hiss, grabbing your things and heading to your room.
You know you shouldnât have goaded him. Things were going well. You were finally spending some quality time together, just the two of you, just like you did before. But then you had to open your mouth and let your ugly jealousy show.Â
Doesnât matter. It wouldâve been ruined anyway when she arrived. Youâre not really in the mood for a live sex show.Â
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But if you thought hiding in your room would shield you from it, then you were dead wrong. You can hear them even from under your pillows. You would put on some noise-canceling headphones but Beomgyu owns those and you really donât want to go to his room and give your worst nightmares form.  Â
All you have to distract you now is your phone and your frantic messages to Yeonjun.Â
You: Junnie. Iâm seriously going to kill myself.Â
Yeonjun: Are they that loud?Â
You: Her mostly. Itâs like sheâs intentionally trying to make me vomit.Â
Yeonjun: Maybe she is. Maybe she feels threatened by you.Â
You: Threatened? Thatâs crazy.Â
Yeonjun: Youâre right. Itâs not like you hooked up with him before or anything⊠oh wait.Â
You: Youâll be my 13th reason.Â
Yeonjun: Iâm sorry. If youâre so upset, why donât we go out?Â
You: Itâs 2 amâŠeverything is closed.
Yeonjun: So? The streets are open. We can walk around. Itâll be fun.
You: I donât know. Isnât that kinda dangerous?Â
Yeonjun: Thatâs the fun of it. But if youâd rather stay home and listen to her fuck the guy you love then be my guest.Â
You: Iâm getting dressed.Â
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âDo you take these late night walks often?â You ask Yeonjun, hugging your jacket close to your body to fight against the chill in the air.Â
âSometimes. When I have time to.â He shrugs, his breath making visible vapor trails in the air. âThere is just something so magical about that period of time between midnight and dawn, when everyone else is asleep and itâs just you and the stars. Feels almost magical, you know?âÂ
âYeah. I know. Itâs like you could say anything and everything and it would be safe from the light of the morning.âÂ
You know all this too well because you used to spend that precious time with Beomgyu, cuddled together into the late hours of the night watching movies or talking about nothing even when you knew you had an important lecture in the morning or band practice to go to.Â
During those moments you thought that Beomgyu could almost feel how you feel. No two people could share what you shared without being in love, right?Â
But it was just the spell of the night talking. There was nothing there. Not from him at least.Â
You stop for a second, taking a look at the slumbering city around, looking into windows and wondering about the occupants insideâAre they happy? Are they with their loved one? Do they feel the magic around them?Â
Does Beomgyu feel the same way you felt about him with her?
You feel arms wrap around you from behind, and Yeonjun rests his head on your shoulder. âItâs so peaceful, isnât it?âÂ
âYeah.â You relax against him, shutting your eyes and willing yourself to stay in the moment, willing the night to work its magic.Â
âHow cute.â You hear a gruff voice cut through your attempted peace, and your eyes snap open to see a man holding a knife out at you and Yeonjun.Â
âWhoa, whoa.â Yeonjun pulls you behind him. âNo need to get violent.âÂ
âThere will be no need if you quietly pass over your phones and wallets.â The man gestures with his knife.Â
âI can give you the wallets but I have very important files on my phone.â Yeonjun attempts to reason with him but the man gets closer with the knife. âHand everything over.âÂ
âOkay. Okay.â Yeonjun tries to calm him down, while you do everything in your power not to shit yourself. Youâve never been held up at knifepoint before! This is what you get for listening to Yeonjun. The man has orange hair! No good ideas could come from him.
âThatâs the fun of it.â You mutter under your breath as you get your stuff out, repeating Yeonjunâs earlier words. âYeah, this is so fun.âÂ
You shoot Yeonjun a glare before reaching out to hand over your precious belongings, but as the man goes to take them, Yeonjun suddenly smacks his arm, causing the knife to drop out of his hand and onto the floor.
Both men lunge towards it, attempting to recover the knife, and for the few seconds they fight, your heart stops probably a couple of times. If the mugger gets the knife, youâre sure heâll send you and Yeonjun off with a few new holes in your bodies.Â
Thankfully though, Yeonjun manages to swipe the knife in the end, and he holds it out threateningly. Well, as threatening as you can be with your arm shaking.Â
âAha!â He screams at the mugger, who in turn raises his hands up in surrender. âGet away from us.âÂ
âThatâs my knife.â The man says dumbly.Â
âItâs mine now. Thatâs how it works, isnât it?â Yeonjun counters, sounding a little crazed. âNow get the fuck away before I return it to you somewhere you wouldnât like.âÂ
âYou wouldnât.â The man doubts Yeonjun.Â
âYeah? I was crazy enough to wrestle it from you. You donât know what I would do.âÂ
âFine. This isnât worth it.â The man turns and runs away.Â
You and Yeonjun stay frozen for a good few minutes.
âHoly shit.â He breaks the silence, âI canât believe I did that!â
âI know! I almost passed out. Youâre fucking crazy.â You smack his shoulder, âYou couldâve gotten us killed!â
âI know. I wasnât thinking. It all just happened so quickly.â He breathes in shock, then looks around. âWe should probably clear out of here in case he comes back.âÂ
âRight.âÂ
You quickly walk away, hurried steps accompanied by the occasional disbelieving exclamation until you deem youâre far enough away. Finally, you stop, looking around to make sure the coast is clear and to gather your bearings.Â
You donât know what comes over you, maybe itâs the stress of nearly dying, but you suddenly burst out laughing. âFuck, I still canât believe you did that! We could have died.âÂ
âBut we didnât.â He tries to argue, grinning madly, âAnd now we got this cool trophy.â He brandishes the mugger's knife, happy with his conquest before a frown takes over his face. âDo you think he stabbed anyone with this before?âÂ
âProbably.âÂ
He lets go of the knife and it falls to the ground with a clang. âEw.âÂ
You both burst out laughing again, letting the high emotions runs themselves dry. But as your crazed laughs die down, Yeonjun pulls you close and kisses you, expressing that passion in a different way.Â
"JunnieâŠ"
"Did the near death experience turn you on too or is it just me." He jokes and you blush. "Maybe."Â
You feel his hands fiddling with the button on your pants, but you grab them to stop him. "No, let me do it this time."
âWhat do you mean?â He cocks his head to the side. You know he knows what you mean but that he just wants to hear it from you. But instead of answering his question with your words, you get on your knees in front of him instead.
He cups your cheek gently. "You don't have to do this, doll."
"I want to." You undo his pants, taking his cock out and giving it a kiss. "Teach me?"
âThat is so fucking sexy.â He hisses, gathering your hair in his hand. âStart slow. Don't overwhelm yourself. Just get it wet first."
âOkay.â You lick his cock, gathering your spit as you go and using your hand to spread it over his entire length. Bit by bit, his cock becomes more hard and slippery, letting you easily slide your hand over it, your tongue licking him everywhere from his shaft to the small opening on his head.Â
âOkay, thatâs enough teasing.You can start taking some of it in your mouth now.â Â
âBut I like teasing you. Itâs payback, baby.â You grin, refusing to pull back, and starting to suck gently on his balls instead. You donât know where all this confidence was coming from. Youâve never done this before. In fact, before Beomgyu, you didnât have any sexual experience at all to speak of.Â
But Yeonjun is not Beomgyu, and he doesnât take your brattiness. He tugs on your hair pulling your head back until youâre completely off his cock, then he grabs your face with his other hand and pushes his thumb into your mouth, opening it. âDonât make me punish you, doll. I want your first time to be nice so be good now.âÂ
He pushes you face towards his cock and this time you open up, obediently taking him in. âThatâs it⊠no, no go slow.â He cautions when you take in more than you could, gagging a little bit. âIâm not going to fuck your throat. Not tonight, at least.â Â
You moan around his length, squeezing your thighs together in need.Â
âAw, doll. He hasnât been taking care of you, has he?â He purrs and you pull back, shaking your head. âDidnât let him.âÂ
âGood.â He breathes, pushing your head back on his cock, encouraging you to take more and more of him, but being careful to not push you too far, always pulling you back when you start gagging.Â
To be honest, youâre not doing much. Youâre just letting him fuck your mouth, going along with the pace he sets. But he wonât let you slack.Â
âSuck on it, baby.â He purrs, hand getting tighter in your hair, and you pucker your lips, sucking his cock every time you pull back. âAh, thatâs it. Youâre doing so well.âÂ
You look up at him, seeing how heâs starting to struggle a little bit, the pleasure getting to him so you double your efforts, bobbing your head as far as you can go and sucking harshly as you go up.Â
As you do that, you inadvertently pull off him with a pop, but before you can put your mouth on him again, he holds you back. âSpit on it. Get it all wet and sloppy.âÂ
You bite your lip, doing everything to not put your hand between your legs right now. You gather some spit in your mouth, grabbing his red, hard cock in your hand before spitting on it, immediately using your hand to spread the saliva over his length.Â
âUse both hands. Twist them as you go up. Makes it feel like youâre milking my cock.â He groans, throwing his head back, and you stare at him, amazed. You never thought youâd actually have a guy feeling like this before.Â
I mean, of course, if it was Beomgyu, he wouldâve gathered a crowd around you because of his moans by now, but thatâs Beomgyu. Heâs a virgin and he thinks everything you do is sexy. But Yeonjun has had a lot of experience. So much so that he probably had more than a couple dozen girls blow him off before.Â
Oh. You really shouldnât have thought about that. Now youâre overthinking it, wondering if he actually likes it or if itâs just alright. I mean, with Beomgyu heâd be babbling all about how good youâre making him feel and begging you not to stop andâ
âAre you okay?â Yeonjun snaps you out of your thoughts.Â
âOh, Iâm fine.â You squeak, quickly going back to doing that twisting motion he told you about and attaching your mouth to the tip of his cock, sucking on it as if you wanted to drain him.Â
âAhâitâs justâyou were kind ofâholy shit, thatâs goodâŠâ He trails off, losing track of his thoughts. âSqueeze your hands as you do that. Youâre not gonna hurt me.âÂ
You hold onto him tighter, letting your tongue prod at his slit as you suck him off and jerk him with your hands, determined to keep his mind off your little slip.Â
âOkay, okay, Iâm close. Gonna cum, doll, so unless you want it in your mouth then get off.â He tries to pull you away by your hair but you refuse, sucking on him harshly until you feel a warm fluid filling your mouth. âOh, shit.â
You whine around his cock as your mouth fills up with his cum. You only pull back when he has no more to give, keeping his seed in your mouth for a second before hesitantly swallowing it down.
âFuck, swallowing on your first time? What a dirty girl.â He purrs, gently smoothing your hair down from the mess he made of it.
Heâs very gentle. He really took it slow with you. You should be happy that your first time was so positive, right?
But as you look up at him catching his breath, the strong taste of him on your tongue brings up an ugly feeling of regret. Oh god, if Beomgyu finds out about this, heâll be so pissed.Â
Why are you even doing this? Just to piss him off? Do you actually like Yeonjun? Do you think you can love him the way you love Beomgyu? And does he like you? I mean, he did tell you that he does, but what does that mean? Given his history and all, how many other girls does he like? How many other girls is he doing this with?Â
Suddenly you feel dirty, and the pavement burn isnât helping you feel less like a slut.Â
âYou okay?â Yeonjun asks again and you shake your head.Â
 âYeah! It just⊠tastes weird.â You deflect, and Yeonjun laughs, putting his cock back in his pants and helping you up. âI warned you.âÂ
âI was curious.â You shrug, throat closing up. âBut now I really need water.âÂ
âIâll get you some water. But firstââ He pushes you against a wall, âLet me repay the favor.âÂ
He tries to lean down to kiss you, but you put a hand up to stop him. âThatâs okay. Technically this was me repaying the favor.âÂ
âWell then owe me one more.â He suggests, trying again but you turn your head to the side. At that, he finally steps back, sighing. âWhatâs going on?â
"Are you⊠are you messing around with other women?" You ask uncertainly. Beomgyu really messed with your head.Â
"Did you want us to be exclusive?" He asks, and you step away from the wall. "Oh."
Right. Of course. Heâs the lead singer of the band. Of course heâll have a dozen other women after him. Â
"I just figured with you and Beomgyuâ"
Youâre stupid to think heâll sit around and wait for you. "No, I get it."Â
"I swear I am not as much of a manwhore as you probably now think I am." He insists, âItâs just⊠weâre not dating, right?â
âRight.â You confirm.Â
âBut if you want to. We can try.âÂ
You give him a smile with some effort. âWeâll see.â You look up into the sky. "The sun is coming up. Let's go home."
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By the time you reach home, all the stars have disappeared, drowned out by the oppressive sunlight, and you hope to god Beomgyu is fast asleep.Â
"Want me to come inside?" Yeonjun suggests but you shake your head. âNo. Iâll just go to sleep. You should too.âÂ
âRight.â He sighs and moves to leave but then stops abruptly in his tracks. "You didn't say you wantedâ"
"Just let me think, Yeonjun." You interrupt, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek when he still looks unsure. âGood night.âÂ
You donât let him say more, stepping inside and shutting the door behind you quietly. You look around to make sure the coast is clear before treading lightly to your room.Â
"Welcome home.â Beomgyuâs voice stops you in your tracks, and you wince as you turn towards him, seeing him standing in the door of the kitchen holding some coffee. âI suppose you were with Yeonjun again."
âIt's not what you think." You donât know why youâre lying. You donât know why you even feel guilty about this. Haeun must be sleeping in his bed right this moment.Â
"So you didn't go out and hook up with him?" He asks and you stay quiet, making him scoff. âOf course.âÂ
You let out a heavy breath. "Beomgyu, I can't deal with this right now. Iâm tired.â
âDo you like him?â He ignores what you said, tone serious, and you have to stop and think about it for a while.
âMaybe. Whatâs it to you?â You say at last, feeling lost. You donât mean to goad him. You just donât understand his behavior and itâs time he made some sense of it.Â
âI just donât want you to fuck up my band.â He says simply and you stare at him, even more lost. âWhat?âÂ
âIf you date him and then you break up, itâll make everything awkward between me and him. This sort of thing has broken up bands before and I just didnât want that to happen. I donât want to lose what could be my future because you wanted some dick.âÂ
You let out an incredulous laugh, tears stinging your eyes. Is that all he cares about? So itâs not about Yeonjun or even about you. Itâs because heâs worried about his precious band. Â
âWell, thatâs not up to you. Is it?â You ask bitterly, but that just riles him up more and he gets all up in your face. âLike hell, it is. This is my future.âÂ
âWell, this is my future too. Yeonjun could be the one for me.â
He staggers back. âWhat?â He breathes, stunned.Â
âI donât know!â You exclaim, feeling completely overwhelmed by everything that has happened today and just needing to retreat back to your room and curl up into a ball until youâre able to push the bad feelings away.Â
âI need to rest.â You turn around, running to your room and leaving a shell-shocked Beomgyu rooted to the floor.Â
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Hiiii!!! Would you mind doing headcannons / a fanfic where Husk has a crush on the reader and one day they ask him if they could cover being a bartender for a while to give him a small break (and to chat with Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb bc they are sitting at the bar too) and he agrees, not thinking that they would actually be able to make any drink or anything, but they actually end up being a phenomenal bartender (yet has never told or shown anyone until now), and it make him flustered as he has an even bigger crush on them now (which he thought was literally impossible). Thank youuuu!!!! đđđ (Also I love ur work đâš)
I cant describe in words how your request made me feel lmao! and thank you so much! ( i could talk about this dynamic all day âĄâĄâĄ
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đ includes : husk x gender neutral! reader, cherri bomb, angel dust đ cw : drinking/mentions of drinking, swearing, fluff, mutual pining, reader and husk are flirting so hard smh đ summary : Husk could use a break from the bar, so you offer to take up the job for the rest of the night! đ word count : 1.7 k đ note : ah, husk + his drinks (guys! husk! with a bartender! is!) my heart is liquid now
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The night sure was lively now that Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb came (literally) crashing through the front door.
You smiled, resting your head in your hands as you watched the two from the end of the bar. "Those two must be a handful for you," you teased, letting your eyes flit over to the grumpy old cat you adored.
He managed a smile, glancing over at the two who were downing shots like tomorrow didn't exist. "Yes they are," he mumbled.
"So why'd you come over here Whiskers? You know I'm still working on my drink."
"You know I gotta keep my customer's satisfied," his voice teased back- just as smooth as the whiskey he poured- how charming, you thought. "Can't leave you here all by yourself."
You nodded, feeling a blush creep over the tips of your ears and nose.
Although, you couldn't help but notice. . .
Husk, the charming gambling cat who bartended for the hotel, a cat you could've sworn- or hoped- wanted your attention most nights. . . stared at the pair across the bars edge with a tired eye.
You quietly followed his gaze, humming as you pondered the next move.
"Why don't you pour yourself a drink? On me," you slid your card over the polished wood, only to be stopped as soon as it hit the edge of the bar. Husk's fingers pushing gently against yours.
"It's bad luck for a bartender to drink on the job."
"Is that so? Sounds like superstition," you teased, sadly tucking the card into your pocket.
Doesn't usually stop him from doing it, you moped.
"Hey baby! You can buy me a drink, no strings of course!" Angel called over to you, bringing shameless attention to his chest and biting his lip.
The bar laughed with him, spirits deliciously high tonight now that the couple had joined.
You were glad for the change of pace, "You know what?" You pulled the card out again, raising three fingers so that Husk knew how much to pour "I will buy you that drink Angel."
Cherri and Angel celebrated by downing a shot each, the young overlord herself yelling into the air with glee at the score.
Your gaze lingered over to the two, the sounds of vodka and juice being poured next to you. "Husk?" you asked, not really turning to look at him.
"What's on your mind?"
You waited until the sounds of pouring stopped, little freckles of juice sticking to your hand. . . then you turned to him, a little unsure in what you were asking "This drinks for you."
With a gentle hand, you tried to stop him from sliding it over to you, and responded just as fast as his denial "Let me run the bar for the rest of the night!"
His confusion morphed into the classic doubtful Husk you knew: always keeping his guard up.
"Oh really," he rasped, leaning over the bar to hover right next to your face.
Maybe he was trying to intimidate you, or try to see through you. . . but you tried not to flinch at the challenge, watching his dark eyes narrow "And what do you get out of this?"
You shrugged, a dumb smile popping onto your lips "Time to sober up? How hard could it be?" you purred, relishing in the fact that Husk had recoiled from you.
Sitting across the bar, head cradled in your hands, smirking at him.
He sighed, letting his eyes roll "Alright, fine but-"
Before his sentence even finished, you were right next to him at the back of the bar, staring with a pep in your step at all of the liquors, juices, and garnishes he actually had back here.
"Hey I didn't say you could-"
"Sorry Husk," you pushed him out of the area, feeling a little unwelcome or foreign on this side of the bar.
I mean, you both did, but it wasn't an entirely bad feeling-yet.
"Heyy, the old kitty came to play with us!" Cherri teased, watching as Husk awkwardly took a seat next to the two.
"Finally!" Angel groaned, throwing an arm over Husk and pulling him into the fun.
"On second thought, I don't think this was a good idea," Husk unfurled himself from Angel's grasp.
"Come on Husk, you deserve a break!" Angel insisted.
"Yes! Here are the shots!" You laid the three previously poured shots onto the countertop, eagerly watching as Cherri and Angel picked theirs up, waiting for Husk to join them.
The old cat eyed the shot, the red liquid glimmering quite nicely against the bars wood-top, and back the the pair of smiling faces that awaited him "Fuck it, I could use a drink."
When he smiled, you felt it like your own, proudly watching as the unlikely trio threw the drinks back with a hiss.
"So, what'll it be guys?"
Cherri sighed, slinking over the bar with a devilish grin "Hate 'ta hound ya on your first day, but what can you make?"
You shrugged, the confidence of being behind the bar (and the previous drink you had) voiding any concerns or anxieties you would've had. "What kind of drinks were you thinking?"
"More fucking shots bitch!"
You smiled "Dirty hookers, jagerbombs, lemon drop shots. . . maybe a kamikaze?"
"Oh~" Cherri put a hand on her chest, feigning flattery, "Fucking all of 'em! And throw in a few snake bites for me!"
"Just the dirty hookers for me, doll."
The pair of deviants giggled, marveling at the bars newest bartender and talking to each other whilst you familiarized yourself with Husks' bar.
He keeps it well stocked, you thought. Speaking of which. . .
As you rummaged around for the appropriate bottles, you could feel a familiar burning at the back of your neck.
Husk was staring at you.
You blushed, trying not to make eye contact by busying yourself with this new found task. "What's with the face, Whiskers?"
You heard him grunt, "What was that?"
"What was what?"
"You an alcoholic or something?" he clarified, the sound of him running his empty shot glass against the table lying underneath Cherri and Angel's conversation.
You hummed, not really answering until you had everything set on the bar. Five shot glasses on either side, you took the two bottles in hand flipping them upside down with a smile.
The three watched with amusement as you flipped one bottle high up, counting in your head the number of ounces you were pouring with the other while catching the bottle just in time.
Husks stomach was doing flips, watching on with a mix of anxiety that you'd break something (or god forbid hurt yourself) and the fact that you were actually. . . laughing.
The alcohol in your hands, whiskey, rum, vodka- anything- flying between your hands with the debonaire smile on your face.
Every movement, every flip, every spin. It all looked-
Husk caught himself, throwing his gaze to the side and moping. Trying hard not to think about anything.
"Here you go!" You slid the shots over to the pair, sure that it'd keep them busy for a while. . . or at least a few minutes.
"So what'll it be, boss?" You leaned over the counter, solely focused on him now, with that smug smile on your face. . . or maybe you were still a little tipsy.
"Boss?"
"Sure," you shrugged "Your gonna pay me after right?" You laughed when his face dropped, assuring him it was a joke. "Come on Husk, its time for you to be served for once, what kind of drink do you want?"
He seemed to freeze, the little pieces of fur on the back of his neck standing up like he was full of static. "Anything, I just need a drink," he said honestly.
Back to the same tired Husk, you smiled, chest filled with warmth. He looked, or he seemed. . . well you didn't actually know. Did he like that you were behind the bar?
You grabbed him a bottle of beer, easily wrenching the bottle cap off with the metal opener.
Husk took it into his hands faster than you could set it on the bar, tipping the bottle back so far that the dark green glass shone in the hotels light.
"I guessed you really could've used that drink," you sighed, feeling a little guilty for not doing him this favor sooner.
"Chug! Chug! Chug!" Angel and Cherri caught on as Husk nursed his bottle to almost empty.
You smiled, albeit a little bittersweetly, and turned back to the bar in order to make him something you figured he'd like to try.
With new found 'confidence', Husk blearily eyed your back, a sinking, fluttery feeling growing in the pit of his stomach. Watching you clean the glasses, something he did all the time, it looked. . . magnificent when you did it.
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The night continued without a hitch.
You watched from behind the bar as the three laughed. Yes, Husk was laughing, bottle in hand and letting Angel Dust push him around playfully, daring the two of them to come gamble with him sometime.
It filled your heart completely, he looked really good with a smile on his face. . . And every now and then you'd catch him staring at you, almost as if he were proud.
To be fair, the thought almost made you fumble a cocktail you were making for Angel Dust.
"You know, your pretty good at this," he complimented you, in that glorious drunken heaven he was in. The quiet purrs coming from him was enough to convince you of that.
"Here," you offered, sliding a small silver tray with two shots and limes on it his way "on me."
He chuckled, a deep rumbling sound as fine as the drinks he served you. "No, I couldn't drink two-"
"This one's for me," you pointed, taking the slim glass between your fingers.
"Drinking on the job is bad luck," he slurred.
"Are you kidding me? This is the best luck I've ever had! Come on," you insisted.
Husk's face, while already burning from the alcohol, was flush with nerves, a little smile on his face from the feeling it gave him. "Thanks."
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What If Season 3 - What If... Howard the Duck Got Hitched? Thoughts
"And to think a romance that would change the world, all began at a party. An intergalactic blowout thrown by the party prince of Asgard himself...that introduced Earth to the stars...and Howard the Duck to Darcy Lewis... But Howard and Darcy's lives weren't the only ones changed by Thor's Midgard rager. The party may have ended but the guests never left, as the worlds of Earth and the Cosmos became forever intertwined, just like Howard and Darcy." Uatu
I honestly think the best way to describe this episode is Stan Pines, "I am so confused and so proud right now." This is truly What If at its most bizarre insanity in the best ways possible. I love this episode because of how heartwarming and odd it is. I'm still processing the insanity of this episode but it's peak. It's a very Christmas episode without the story being around Christmas.
I was not expecting Howard and Darcy to be a wholesome, heartwarming couple, but here we are and I love it haha.
That Voromir resort was one of the darkest jokes in this show.
I love how this episode is just also an alternate take of Thor the Dark World with the Convergence.
I think the moment Kaecillius starts summoning Dormammu to use the Egg as a vessel is the moment where the insanity really goes off the rails in the best way possible.
Also, I'm not sure, but I felt that the Nick we saw in this episode isn't Nick Fury but Talos. I just felt some of Nick's words don't feel like Nick's. It felt very Talos rather than Nick but who knows?
It's refreshing to see a Loki who is thriving and not undergoing angst. He even has an actual normal relationship with his biological father. Party Thor's universe truly is the most funny and wholesome universe of this show.
Loki, Laufey, Zeus (voiced by the Darin De Paul), Malekith, Kaecillius, the Black Order, the Grandmaster, and Thanos all in one scene feels so unreal and insane.
Kaecillius and Malekith interacting makes me laugh because we really just got two of the most blandest villains in one scene. It's really hilarious seeing Josh Brolin coming back to voice Thanos' surprise at the insanity going on. Ebony Maw's saying "It's magical?" is just the cherry on top.
The hatching Egg really went full Raiders of the Lost Arc at the end.
Byrdie is such a fitting name for their baby lmao. It was a pretty wholesome ending.
It's hard for me to say a lot about this episode because so much happened and yet all of it is absolute cinema. Yet again, another peak episode of this final season.
Note: Yet again we have another massive being towering over someone small (Dormammu and the Egg). Let's see what Episode 5 does lol.
"Even in an endless universe, there's no place like home. And parents are the greatest heroes of all." Uatu
#what if#what if...?#what if season 3#what if... howard the duck got hitched#what if spoilers#marvel#mcu#marvel cinematic universe#my original post#howard the duck#darcy lewis#byrdie#uatu#uatu the watcher#nick fury#phil coulson#loki laufeyson#yondu udonta#the grandmaster#thanos#the black order#kaecilius#zeus#malekith#carina
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I will never stop talking about Five Kage Summit arc. It's my favorite because everything is happening simultaneously and Naruto doesn't catch a single break.
Starting off, everyone at Konoha treats him like a hero after saving the village from Pain and he deals with the conflicting feelings brought upon by the shift of treatment that he received. He finally got the acknowledgement he aspired for but he couldn't revel in it.
Next, the news of Sasuke being involved with Akatsuki and the Raikage pretty much deciding to get rid of him. What is Naruto's course of action? Meeting up with the Raikage and begging to spare his friend.
Then, hearing the truth about the Uchiha massacre after Obito paid them a little visit at the inn. Adding more cherries on top is Sakura confessing that she loves him as a way to let go of the promise made three years prior (Naruto retorts that saving Sasuke is a personal choice and he'd do it regardless of the promise) and Gaara told him about what transpired in the summit, that Sasuke can no longer be saved, and to think about what he can do for his friend. The last straw is definitely Sai snitching and informing everyone that Sakura plans to kill Sasuke.
Naruto going through a panic attack, too overwhelmed with the realization that everyone wants his precious person dead and they don't even try to understand him (but let's be real, only Naruto can understand Sasuke) and that's not even the most dramatic part.
Enter Sasuke: batshit blind, going off the rails unhinged, driven mad by hatred, still processing the truth and grieving about Itachi. Abandoned his personal policy of not killing aimlessly, not even willing to hear out Sakura or Kakashi but he listened to Naruto. They talked in their gay mind plane and Naruto went ahead and really said with his full chest that every single action that Sasuke did is valid, he knew the truth, and he'd carry Sasuke's burden and they'd die together. Also made a promise on the freaking spot that he'd handle all of his hatred and to not kill anyone in Konoha, then Sasuke kept that promise. He is unstoppable at that point, mind focusing on getting revenge but after that conversation with Naruto, his priority changed from destroying Konoha to fighting Naruto.
An unpopular discussion about Sasuke in this arc is the emptiness that he felt after achieving his goal. Dealing and processing grief. It left an impact to the point that he awakened his Mangekyou, coming on terms with the confusion about his feelings regarding Itachi after witnessing his death. Obito definitely used it to his advantage to manipulate Sasuke. I might explore the parallels shared with Naruto in a separate post.
I couldn't get enough of this arc and I think we wouldn't go through tough times if Naruto just said I love you. Lmao.
#naruto#naruto shippuden#sns#uzumaki naruto#uchiha sasuke#sasuke#sasunaru#narusasu#mochiajclayne.txt
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choso blood manipulation dildo WHEN
Blood Baby
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femdom!reader/Choso Kamo Warnings: blood kink, blood dildo, size kink, condescending praise, condescending dirty talk, whiney reader [later on], edging, Choso is a whipped sub it's CANON OK, creaming, hand job, male whimpering, humiliation kink, degradation, nipple play, nipple sucking, breast fetish, established relationship, pet names [miss, mistress, puppy, pup, baby] Word count: 2655 DESC: You ask your boyfriend to do something strange to you
I've actually thought about this before believe it or not LMAO
REQUESTS and ASKS open!
âYou want me toâŠeh,â your boyfriend looked at you with a wary expression. He had never heard this request before from anyone, especially you. It was weird being 150 years old and it was weirder having blood manipulation. He could always sense blood; pulsating through his veins or the veins of others. So when you requested he used it, hardened it, and molded it into a phallic shape ⊠he was a bit confused.Â
âJust once, Cho. Pretty please?â You looked over at him from your bed with wide eyes. It was a fantasy you had cooked up one night alone, pleasuring yourself. Youâve always wanted to partake in blood play, and your boyfriend being the way he was it was kind of a turn-on for you. So then the thought came up, what about a dildo made up only of his blood? He could control the girth and the length to make it incredible. You didnât want to admit how much it turned you on to think about him fucking you deep with his blood.Â
âI donât know. Iâve never made it into a.. Um, penis,â Choso looked away with a faint blush creeping against his cheeks. He didnât want to admit either, that it was kind of a hot idea. He was always awkward when it came to sexual things, being a bit shy. And heâd do just about anything to please you, even if it meant stepping out of his comfort zone. It wasnât uncomfortable, he just wasnât entirely sure how to go about it! And then there was the issue in his pants, growing with every passing second. Your eyes caught on quickly, sizing him up from your bed. Hard already? Just from the question? It was almost cute.
âAw puppy, are you hard?â You teased, sitting up from your spot and motioning for him to come onto the bed with you. Your boyfriend nodded and slowly approached you, sitting on the edge of the bed. This is when you took the initiative and wrapped your arms around his front, leaning his back against your full chest. Then you placed your head on his shoulder and tilted your face to his neck, pressing a kiss against his skin. He stiffened for a moment before utterly melting into your touch, letting out a faint sigh.Â
Choso looked down at you then his eyes darted away when you met his gaze, â...Maybe,â he mumbled, embarrassment filling his senses. He loved it when you got like this, teasing him until he couldnât help but cum from the humiliation. He liked to be embarrassed strangely, call it a kink or better yet a fetish. It was like icing on a cake, or the cherry on a sundae. It added the perfect essence a good fucking could be missing.Â
âYouâre probably just aching to please me, huh Cho? You wanna please me?â You smiled against his neck, trailing the kisses up to his jaw, stopping just short of his ear. Your breath ghosted his skin and made a shiver run down his spine. If it was possible, he felt himself grow harder, straining against his pants. Pre-cum was coating his underwear just from the thought of being able to see you getting fucked by his blood dildo. Maybe youâd even let him touch your thick and fat breasts; That thought made him even harder.Â
Choso nodded, âMhm, Iâd like that,â he looked down at his lap and pressed a hand against the bulge in his pants, letting out a small whine at the sensation. Your hands would feel so much better than his and you both knew it, so one of the arms wrapped around his front slid down to touch his boner. He bit down on his bottom lip and exhaled, as you began to kiss along his jaw towards his chin. Choso turned his head and met your lips with his own, in a soft, gentle kiss. It was passionate, sure, but all the while delicate and easy. He wasnât very much into rough kissing or pain for that matter. So this was perfect, just utterly perfect.Â
Your hand slid under his sweatpants and tugged on his underwear. Your boyfriend didnât have to be told twice, pulling away from the kiss to drop his sweats and boxers to expose his leaking cock. Every time you saw it you practically began to salivate. You never found penises attractive in the past, but something about his made your legs squeeze together. The raven haired male stared at you with wide eyes, practically begging to be stroked by your soft hands.Â
âBeg for it pup,â you smiled climbing off the bed. Choso watched you with a pout forming on his full bottom lip, jutting out. He continued to frown as you knelt before him and let your mouth hang open. Saliva pooled at your bottom lip and threatened to fall onto his cock, but heâd have to beg first.Â
âMm⊠please miss. Please touch me,â he whined, biting down on his pouty lower lip to stop more honey-like noises from escaping. He gasped when a trail of spit fell from your mouth and onto the head of his cock, causing it to twitch from the sensation. You snaked your hand around the base, while the other smeared his precum and your saliva across his tip, then down his shaft.Â
âYouâre gonna fuck me with that dildo, Kay? Youâre gonna fuck me nice and good till I cumâŠâ You cooed, innocently staring up into his eyes which were hazy from lust, âAnd you wanna cum too, baby? You wanna cum, huh?â He let out a faint cry and nodded, balling his fists on either side of the mattress behind him. You stroked up the length of his cock and massaged his slit, all the while watching the cute faces he was making. He was leaking so much for you, you knew he was close.Â
Such a sad pathetic little thing, beginning to mindlessly beg to cum all over your sweet hands, âM-mistress please⊠I wanna cum- mm s-so bad. Puppy.. f-fuck hah⊠wants to c-cum,â Choso moaned gutterally, leaning his head back and watching you through his thick black eyelashes. Then he came, as you focused your energy all on his swollen tip, your thumb rubbing circles around his entrance. He gasped and arched his back as cum splattered on your hands, shooting out from his aching cock. You relieved him in ways he couldnât relieve himself. Scratching an itch heâd been yearning to be scratched for hours. It was only a matter of time before your lips came tumbling onto his, in a now passionate kiss. It was different from the kisses he liked, but when he was this horny he didnât care for how he felt. He wanted you to feel pleasure. He wanted you to cum so bad.Â
âB-baby,â you pulled away from the kiss, letting a cum smeared hand brush against his temple, âFuck me with your blood, please babyâŠâ Your voice took on a whiney kind of edge that made him want to touch himself to. You were the dom, it was clear. But sometimes youâd get so needy, he felt this urge to protect you. And most importantly, do whatever it is you were begging him to do. He could see you clenching your thighs together and feverishly rubbing them as if you had been cast under an arousing spell. There was something in the air that made you crave him so bad it shifted your mood. You ran your hand down his chest and pushed him back against the bed, climbing ontop of your boyfriend.Â
âK..kay,â Choso murmured, staring at you with a flustered expression. You rolled off to the side of him and shimmied off your own pants, kicking off your underwear as well. You were ready and aching for his dildo. You wanted to cream all over it and watch him lick it off while begging to finger you at the same time. It was fire, all over your body. Little prickles of heat filled your skin and set up camp inside your face, making it hard to keep a smile down. Your boyfriend stood up and watched you get into position, spreading your wet cunt open for him first with your legs, then two fingers. He swallowed as you slowly rubbed circles around your clit, eyeing him like a hungry animal waiting to be fucked.Â
âHow big?â He raised an eyebrow, voice coming out hoarse. He pressed two hands together and began to pull them apart, âTell me when,â first it was five inches, then it rose to eight, but you cleared your throat at nine. Chosoâs eyes widened at the nine inch blood dick forming between his palms. Speckes of his own blood fell into the air and swirled, creating the shape. He modeled it off of his own cock, making the head large and puffy, and the shaft thick and curved.Â
You bit your lip and leaned your head back against one of your own shoulders, letting a half lidded stare make eye contact with him as you moaned, âPl..please puppy. I wanna be fucked so bad.â You didnât have to tell him twice. Your legs were already spread and his dildo was done, so without any further words he moved one hand up and down. The dildo followed in the air, wooshing past him and straight into your pussy. You let out a loud whimper and threw your head back, rutting your hips against the tip as it pressed itself into your wetness. He wanted to be gentle, since it was nine inches, so he very gently willed the dick to go in, giving you time to adjust to the stretching. Another moan escaped your lips when the head was fully submerged, then coming a bit of the shaft. He didnât want to go too far in and hurt you, so you got about five or six inches inside you.Â
âF-mm f-fuck me.. Hah mm sh-shit fuck me..â You gasped, looking over at him with a dumbfounded expression. Just from being inside you this dildo was giving you more pleasurable sensations than anything in your life. The fact it was your boyfriends blood was doing so many things to you you didnât want to admit. You had never had a thing for blood until you met Choso, then it was all you could think about. You wanted him to fuck you deep and hard with this until you came all over the dildo. You needed him to fuck you so bad it hurt. Choso wanted it too, more than youâd ever know. He sat down beside you and began to press chaste kisses against your cheek, all the while instructing the dildo to slowly push itself into you, before pulling out. It was a slow rhythmic movement but it was so pleasurable.Â
Your boyfriend was always so needy and fucked you quickly just to cum over and over again. You liked how he wanted to be overstimulated and you liked how he wanted to fill you up within seconds. But this was different. You had never been fucked so slowly to the point where it hurt. It was teasing you, downright mean. You looked over at him, his nose buried deep in the crook of your neck to fill up with your scent, and a small cry arose in your throat, âH..harderâŠâ You mewled, leaning against his body. Choso didnât look up, instead he began to pull up your shirt with one hand. Oh, that dirty pervert. He always liked your breasts more than you did, and heâd always get a chance to bite them whenever he could. âCh-Cho..â You whined, grinding your hips against the slow and fleeting sensation the dildo was giving you, âHarderâŠâ
Choso ignored you and pulled up your shirt, exposing your filthy breasts. You didnât wear a bra today⊠whore. Anyways- you didnât wear a bra today and it took every ounce of self control he had not to suck them dry when he first saw you. But now, now he couldnât help himself. He stuffed one of your mounds inside his mouth and found your perked nipple, sucking hard on it the moment it made contact on his tongue. He lapped at it as if it would give him any sort of juice back, and he bit down just to see your reaction. You were sensitive, so you groaned and cursed at him for knowing your pleasurable spots. His other hand grabbed your left breast and squeezed it, palming the skin like it was a stress toy. You gasped and ground your hips again, hoping heâd listen and stop this torture! It was too fun, so he continued for a bit. Sucking, biting, licking, all that, while he heard you beg and cry for it to end.Â
âCho,â you inhaled sharply, âI wanna cu-u-um,â you looked down at him and your eyes met. He visibly thought for a moment then nodded, going back to sucking on your sensitive nipple. The dildo didnât just speed up, it went several thrusts faster. Full on railing and pounding mode. You bit your lip and no noise came out for a moment, as your body processed the very overstimulating sensations. Then your moans filled the room, along with the faint squelching from the large cock fucking you over and over again. He looked over and saw your pussy leaking your own juices, creaming against the large dildo. God that made him hard, he just wanted to grind against your plush thighs and hear you cum. But⊠later. For now he was content biting on your plump breasts. You gasped and arched your back at the stimulation, clearly getting closer. It was only a matter of time until you came all over it.Â
âCum for me,â he pulled back from your breast with a subtle pop and wiped his mouth from his own saliva. Choso sat up and pulled your head to him, bringing you into one of his signature sweet kisses. Although, you kissed back with a needy hunger, aching to cum by his own hand. And then you did. It was a fire being lit across your body and it finally came to a head. You felt yourself spill, creaming against the dick as it pounded into you. Pleasure upon pleasure rose up your cunt and down your legs, then up into your head. You had never had such a mind numbing orgasm to the point where you couldnât hear for moment afterward. And your moans, they were music to your boyfriends ears. Your mindless begs to cum and your squeals were so cute, he wanted to hear them all night. Without saying anything, Choso directed the dildo to slowly exit your beautiful pussy and disappear into the air without a trace, somehow taking the cum with it. I donât know, try being a cursed painting shit gets weird.
You gasped and inhaled sharply a few times to suck in as much air as humanly possible, trying your best to regulate your breathing. You couldnât believe you just experienced the best orgasm of your entire life, all thanks to him. God, you loved Choso so much, youâd do anything to give him pleasure. You could tell he was hard again from now he anxiously sat beside you, watching with wide puppy dog like eyes. He quietly spoke your name, poking your shoulder. You shakily looked over to your boyfriend and he looked away in a shy manner.Â
âWhat is it puppy?â You cooed, tilting your head to the side and letting some messy hair fall over your half-lidded eyes.Â
â...Can I ride your thighs please..â He asked quietly, continuing to look away in embarrassment. You didnât have to be asked twice, patting your leg for him to ride you.
#choso kamo#jjk choso#choso x reader#choso smut#jujutsu kaisen choso#kamo choso#x reader#jjk fanfic#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk#x reader smut#smut#ryiju-muunie writing
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...I'm not gonna lie I honestly just wanted to try playing with their designs LMAO (she's the one I was referring to here)
I had just posted this poll and was doodling random poses to try and get an idea for a Caine pic I wanted to draw when this idea popped into my head. I don't ship it honestly, I just wanted to try and combine their designs while I was waiting on Poll results (still am. I am... verrry confused at how MOON is winning now instead of Pomni lmao) the Fankid designs are honestly just for fun- I still have no idea if I even ship Caine with anyone (half of me still says he's aroace. the other half says to give him the same attractions that I have. I do not know which half to listen too.)
Anyway this is Cherry. didn't put too much thought into the personality n' whatever since its a just for fun design. still, I kinda ended up liking her a lot. (part of me wanted to fully make the scutes teeth but the other part of me was too disturbed by the mental image LMAO)
#tadc caine#tadc gummigoo#tadc gummy gators#caine#the amazing digital circus caine#gummigoo#amazing digital circus#the amazing digital circus#fankid#fanchild#tadc#tadc fanart
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hi! could you write something with jack champion x fem!reader, where sheâs acting on avatar 4/5 as spiderâs live interest? and theyâre just adorable on and off set and are always flirting during the press tour? thank u! đ§Ą
hi!! i love this request so much!! it ended up being way longer than i thought lmao but i hope you enjoy it! đ«¶đ»đ€ by the way, just in case: y/n/n means âyour nick nameâ and y/c/n means âyour characterâs nameâ!
freudian slip â jack champion
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words: 2,438
pairing: jack champion x fem!reader
summary: y/n and jack are co-stars and friends, but everyone in the avatar cast knows they have feelings for each other. neither of them wants to admit it, until a freudian slip from y/n during their kissing scene changes everything.
TRINITY, BAILEY, Y/N AND JACK HAD JUST FINISHED SHOOTING A SCENE. They decided to hang out in Jackâs trailer and play Fifa on his ps5.
âY/N you are letting me win. Stop it!â Jack groaned, putting his head on her shoulder.
âIâm not!!â she lied. She totally was.
âYes you do. You totally destroy Jamie when he comes to visit us, and he is really good at his game. There is no fucking way Iâm better than youâ he accused.
âIâm just tiredâ she shrugged.
âYour players arenât even moving!â he exclaimed.
âOkay, fine. Iâm letting you winâ she confessed âBut you just look so adorable when you score a goal, how could I interfere?â.
Trinity and Bailey looked at each other as they rolled their eyes.
âSo⊠the kissing scene is in two daysâ Trinity spoke up, making the two teenagers separate from their hug.
The kissing scene was something both of them had been looking forward to. As they clearly had no intentions of speak about their feelings, they at least wanted to feel what kissing the other would be like. Even if it was just acting.
âYup. Promise to wash my teeth that day, Y/N/Nâ Jack joked.
âWell, Iâm not and you will have to bear with my morning breathâ she laughed.
âYou wouldnât dareâ he looked her dead in the eye.
âI totally wouldâ she nodded âbut I wonâtâ.
He sighed in relief âOh, can you wear your cherry chapstick? Iâm fucking addictedâ
âHow would you know?â Bailey asked confused âOh my god, have you two been practising?â.
âWhat the fuckâ Y/N said, eyes wide open as Jack yelled âNo!â.
âShe lets me borrow it sometimesâ Jack explained them.
âOkay, okay. Jeez you two turned into blushing messesâ Bailey laughed.
âWe should goâ Y/N said awkwardly.
âYeahâ Jack let out a nervous laugh.
Y/N FINISHED THE LAST SCENE OF THE DAY AND WENT TO HER TRAILER TO TAKE A LONG-AWAITED NAP. She couldâve easily gone home, but as every friday, she waited for Jack so they could go together to her house and have their weekly movie marathon. It was a little activity they have been doing together for the past months.
Almost an hour later, Jack entered her trailer and his heart melted at the sight. No matter how many times he found her napping, the reaction would be the same. She had her own arms around herself, probably from the cold; her lips were partially open and her face was adorned with a cute frown, she probably was having a dream.
He carefully walked towards her frame and kneeled beside the small couch she was sleeping on. He pulled the fallen hair out of her face, and shook her softly as he called her name in a delicate way. She fluttered her eyes open and scrunched her nose, the light from the outside bothering her. Jack put a hand over her eyes until she grew accustomed to the light.
âHey, gorgeous. Iâm done for today, wanna go to your house?â he asked with a smile. How could someone be so pretty? he asked to himself.
She nodded as she stood up âCan we buy sushi? Iâve been dying to eat all weekâ.
âAnything you wantâ he answered with a grin.
When they finally arrived to her house, the discussion on what to watch next began. Y/N wanted to watch a rom-com, while Jack was in the mood for a good horror movie.
âY/N/N that movie sucksâ Jack said, completely against the idea of watching Valentineâs Day.
âHow dare you?â she asked offended.
âItâs the truth and you know it. You just forced yourself to like it because Taylor Swift is in thereâ Jack pointed out.
He had an valid point. The movie was boring and weird, but Taylor Swift made it worth it. âI donât want to watch Final Destination, itâs traumatisingâ.
âNot more than fucking Valentineâs Dayâ he laughed as she elbowed him in the stomach âOuch, sorryâ.
âLetâs just bring new options. What about Lemonade Mouth?â she suggested.
âMamma mia? Iâve never seen that oneâ he suggested. Y/Nâs eyes lit up.
âYes! Yes, absolutelyâ she said excited. âJust a little warning, I take musicals very seriously. So, expect me to make a fucking performanceâ.
âIâm certainly not complaining, loveâ he assured her. Y/N tried not to smile as she looked the movie up. It was her favorite nickname and he knew it, he loved seen her reaction everytime he called her that.
He didnât pay attention to the movie at all. Not that it was bad, but the girl next to him was much interesting. He had a foolish smile on his face, watching with heart eyes as she sang the ABBA songs with passion. He wondered if anything was going to change the next dayâthe awaited kiss between their characters. He sure hoped so, because holding back from her was getting more and more excruciating each day.
THE BIG DAY FINALLY ARRIVED AND THE EXCITEMENT WAS NOTICEABLE ON THE SET. It was the scene everyone had been waiting forâespecially the two people involved in it.
âStopâ Y/N groaned as the girls gushed about the scene âitâs not a big dealâ.
âIs that why you have been fixing your hair for the last ten minutes and applying the cherry chapstick Jack loves?â Bailey teased her.
Y/N blushed âFine. It is a big deal, this might be the only chance I have of kissing him. I donât want to mess it upâ.
âBut if you mess it up, then youâll have to do the scene againâ Trinity said.
âGood point, Trin. Then I hope he messes it upâ she said. Her friends gave her a look of confusion âWell, I want to kiss him more than once, but I canât mess the thing up on purposeâ
âStop being professional for one minuteâ Bailey groaned.
âIâm sure James Cameron wonât appreciate you saying thatâ Y/N laughed.
âAnyways, even if the scene goes well, we both know it wonât be the last time you kissâ Trinity said âItâs pretty obvious you like each other, maybe this fake kiss is the push you both needâ.
Before Y/N could respond, a knock was heard on the door of the trailer. âHeyâ Jack greeted them. âY/N/N, itâs timeâ she nodded as they started to make their way to the set. âAre you okay?â.
âNot going to lie, Iâm a bit tad nervousâ she laughed.
âDonât be. Itâs just meâ Jack said, putting his arm around her shoulder.
âThatâs the problemâ she said under her breath. Thankfully, he didnât hear her. âYeah, I know but everyoneâs going to be there. You know how they are making a huge deal out of thisâ.
âYeah, I know. But just focus on me, okay? You are going to be great, as alwaysâ he assured her. She smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek âNow Iâm feeling more confident than everâ he said cheekily. Y/N rolled her eyes as she laughed.
âReady?â the director asked. They nodded and then they took their place to start shooting.
Y/C/N was sitting on the edge of her bed, looking at the ceiling as if it were the most interesting thing, when she felt a presence next to her. Diverting her eyes from the grey roof, she found Jackâsâor Spiderâsâbrown eyes.
âWhat are you doing all alone?â he asked sitting next to her, his bare tight brushing against hers. Y/Nâs breath hitchedâwell, it was on the script, but she wasnât really acting that reactionâas she turned into a nervous wreck.
âI couldnât stand that stupid mask or Neytiriâs glances anymoreâ Y/C/N sighed.
âYeah, it sucks being human sometimesâ he agreed.
âI donât know how you did all of this aloneâ she said softly. It hadnât been that long since she appeared on Pandora.
He shrugged âNot that I have much choice, but it wasnât that bad. I donât regret it, though, I love being around Loâak, Jake, Kiri, Tsireya⊠I have pretty sights and now Iâve got youâ he looked at her and raised his hand to brush the hair off her face.
Y/Nâs heart started beating at a very fast pace âIâm really glad you are here, Spider. I donât know what Iâd do without youâ she said shyly. His closeness was very overwhelming.
âProbably fall from every tree and have multiple broken bonesâ he joked, making her laugh. âBut I secretly enjoy that you donât know how to properly climb treesâ.
Y/C/N looked at him in confusion âWhat do you mean? It sucks, I feel so out of place. Iâm still growing accustomed to the wild life, sometimes I feel like I donât belong hereâ.
âI just have an excuse to hold youâ Spider admitted, cheeks turning red. âDo you really feel like you donât belong here?â he asked sadly.
Y/C/N felt a pang of guiltiness in her chest. âI mean the placeâ she clarified. âBut right here⊠with you, that is where I really feel like I belong. Did you ever hear about the saying âHome is where the heart isâ?â
Jack nodded slowly, knowing it was coming. His heart beating in anticipation, an electric feeling flooded his stomach. Y/N was so mesmerised by Jackâs beauty that almost forgot to continue her line. âWell, my heart is with you, Jackâ.
Silent was heard on the set. Jackâs eyes widened and his mouth fell open. For a couple of seconds, Y/N was confused, not understanding the reactions, until it clicked. She gasped, turning red from embarrassment.
âShit! Iâm so sorry, guys. I-I donât know. It slippedâ Y/N apologised in a mortified tone. Everyone messed up their lines at least once, but she felt a pressure on her chest that only got tighter.
âHey, hey. Itâs okay, itâs not a big deal. Letâs just take five, okay?â James said, giving her a look of reassurance. She nodded and left the set, not daring to look at Jack. But he was not going to let it pass, he decided it was his opportunity.
âY/N/N! Waitâ he ran, stopping right before she entered her trailer.
âJack, please, not nowâ she begged.
âNo, please. I need to say this before the courage fades awayâ he said. She thought about it for a minute before finally nodding âMaybe saying my name was just a silly mistake, but the look in your eyes tells me there is something more. Is there something more?â he asked. She wanted to say yes so bad, but she couldnât get the words out of her mouth. She was still mortified, and Jack noticed it, so he made the first step. âI like you, Y/N/N. And I donât mean it as a friend. I mean that my heart goes crazy when Iâm near you, that I want to hold your hand, shower you with gifts, have silly dates with you, and that I want to be able to kiss you whenever I wantâ.
Y/N swore her heart was about to explode from love, and that her face was going to hurt from smiling too much âThat was so sweet, Jack, what the hellâ she laughed âI like you too, so much. As if that wasnât already obvious from my little slip. And I literally look at you with heart eyes, soâŠâ
Jack smiled fondly âYou are so adorableâ he whispered, grabbing her cheek. âCan I kiss you?â.
âPlease, Iâve been wanting to kiss you since the very first dayâ she admitted, and Jack fell for her even more. Not wanting to waste any more time, he pressed his lips against hers. They both smiled in between kisses, not really believing that was happening.
They heard a crowd cheering from afar, making them pull away. The whole crew was looking, and shouting.
âThis could be considering stalking, did you know?â Y/N told them in a loud voice.
âWe have been waiting for this moment since we started filming two years ago!â Bailey shouted, and the cast nodded in agreement.
The couple rolled their eyes. Jack put his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him âLetâs go, love. We have a scene to shoot. And remember, itâs Spider, not Jackâ.
âGo to hellâ she told her boyfriend, acting annoyed. But the grin on her face betrayed her.
THE AVATAR SHOOTING ENDED ABOUT A YEAR AFTER Y/N AND JACK GOT TOGETHER. And they were doing better than ever. They didnât keep their relationship a secretâquite the contrary, they loved posting pics of their dates, do livestreams and tiktoks together, lovey post about the other, etc. Everyone adored the couple, which made them very happy. They never hid the love they felt for each other, not even during press tour.
âSo, what was the best thing about filming Avatar?â and interviewer asked them.
âI loved seeing the work behind it, seeing how the people bring life to the movieâ Bailey answered.
âI love the little family we have created. They make the whole experience much betterâ Trinity responded.
Jack smiled âDefinitely the kissing scene between Y/N and Iâ he winked.
The interviewer laughed âThatâs so sweet! What about you, Y/N?â.
âSeeing Jack in a loinclothâ she joked, making everyone laugh. âJust kidding. I have to agree with Trin, it wouldnât have been the same if we all didnât have such an amazing friendshipâ Jack cleared his throat âAnd the kissing scene with Jack, of courseâ.
âDid you know that the first time we did that scene she said my name instead of âSpiderâ?â Jack told the interviewer.
âNo way! Really?â she said surprised.
âYeahâ Y/N blushed. âI was so embarrassed! But thank god I did it, because after that, Jack confessed he liked me and here we are!â.
âWe though the shameless flirting was going to stop once they got togetherâ Bailey said.
âIt just got worse! Now there is kissing tooâ Trinity groaned âThey canât even behave during interviews!â
Jack and Y/N looked at each other and smiled. The interviewer caught that and couldnât help but smile too âWell, I think you two are adorable. Thank you so much for coming today! Hope you had a great timeâ.
The young cast did the outro for YouTube and left the room. âSo what are we doing today, love?â Jack asked his girlfriend, pecking her lips.
âPasta and Scream 6?â she asked hugging his waist.
âDonât you ever get tired of watching Scream 6?â he laughed.
âNope, there is this hot character called Ethan Landry⊠I watch it just for himâ she winked.
âOh yeah, I know him. Heâs gorgeous, have you seen his muscles?â he said sarcastically, making her laugh. âLetâs go home, loveâ
#jack champion#jack champion x y/n#jack champion fluff#jack champion oneshot#jackchampion#jack champion x reader#spider socorro x reader#avatar#avatar twow#jack champion imagine#avatar the way of water#spider socorro#spider x reader#spider x y/n#spider imagine#auras moonstoneâs work
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Kinda wanna write the swap au meeting their og selves I think thatâd be fun
Absolutely, I'll even plant some seeds for you that I've already got
Anthony and Angel Dust - Both see each other as the worst version of themselves. Yet deep down, don't hold too much resentment because they are the same person, just different circumstances.
Husker and Husk - Husk is a bit weirded out at first but warms up to husker cause he reminds him of when he was younger and happier. Husker is just curious where husks shirt went-
Niff and Nifty - Niff lowkey kinda wishes she was as crazy as Nifty. Maybe she wouldn't be so depressed- just blissfully insane. Nifty is confused at seeing another her and thinks she has a long-lost twin.
Swap!Vaggie and Vaggie - Vaggie is uncomfortable with seeing her alternate self, just making her more grateful it was charlie who found her. Swap!Vaggie puts on a front to be as over the top as possible because she's lowkey having a crisis and just feels even worse.
Charlotte and Charlie - Charlie is over the moon to meet her alternate self. Charlotte, not so much. She sees Charlie as a naive little puppy. But she admires her resilience and how even with all of hell seeing her as a joke, she keeps doing what she believes in.
Lady Cherri and Cherri bomb - They get along great. Both are still basically the same person, and if anything, Cherri respects the hell out of Lady cherri for being born in the late 1800s and still achieving what she has. While Lady Cherri loves the fact that her alternate self was able to be as free as she was 100 years in the future.
Pentious and Sir pentious - Again, they get along great. Both are goofy middle-aged men who like to destroy things and be eeeeeeevil. But really have a good heart and just want to prove themselves in the end.
Swap!Vess and The vees - Not much to say other than they are all still toxic besties. Lotta passive aggressive remarks lmao
Swap!Sera and Sera - very much a "if my cards were different, I understand I would have gone down your path," but with both thinking they are the better one.
Swap!Emily and Emily - Emily doesn't even want to look at her alternate self. While Swap!Emily sees her alternate self as a naive fool who needs to take more of a stand. (But is faithful that she will)
Swap!Adam and Adam - Both look at each other and go "Hah what a loser"
Swap!Lute and Lute - Lute is disappointed that her Alternate self seems so,,,boring. But still respects her for her high rank in Hevan. Swap!Lute thinks Lute could use a chill pill...and maybe some therapy.
(Since Lillith and Lucifer are still big question marks within cannon and this AU, I'll leave them out for now)
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Corey Graves with the foreshadowing of all time in this old episode of Smackdown (February 19th, 2021)
Let's talk about this episode, shall we? Because the Sami & Jey dynamic is really interesting in retrospect
Let's talk about how this episode accidentally focuses on the samijey dynamic way before it became "a thing" - remember these were HEEL Jey and Sami - they were both at their lowest points, with Jey at his most volatile and aggressive (still reeling from his defeats against Roman) and Sami being an annoying, paranoid mess (this was shortly before the whole Johnny Knoxville thing).
At the start of the show, Sami interrupts a segment between Edge and Roman (the "real" top feud going on in SD at that time, if you'll remember - oof pandemic era) and immediately starts rambling, which Roman ignores, Edge laughs at and Jey just watches looking equal parts confused and curious:
man literally got the đ€ going on
that was until Sami got the camera crew involved and started yelling into the microphone, at which point Jey lost patience and superkicked him - look at his face when he turns around to look at the camera guys he's soooo annoyed
classic samijey angst shot before it was a thing i'm just sayin'
Sami rolls to the outside after the superkick so Edge and Roman can resume their thing - and what does Jey keep doing during the rest of the segment? stare at Sami on the outside, of course
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he just keeps doing it for no apparent reason
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even while they're all making their exit, Jey's in the back of the shot staring at Sami, who's still down (lol at his little head popping up in the right corner of the frame)
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cut to the main event tag match of heels Sami, Jey & Corbin vs babyfaces Daniel, KO and Cesaro. Immediately as Jey makes his entrance he and Sami start bickering
that's when you have that great line from Corey Graves about sparks flying (talk about foreshadowing lmao)
also let's talk about how Sami gets in Jey's face but Jey doesn't look phased by it and looks weirdly relaxed as he responds with "I got you"
they go on to bicker during the match, of course
but to also be the only two people to work together (we even pause the match at one point to have a classic "angry" tag spot between them)
and to put a cherry on top, they are also the only 2 to save the other from getting pinned
it's fun to see that even over a year before Sami famously approached Roman to officially kickstart the Sami in the Bloodline story arc, these two were already gravitating towards each other on a random episode of Smackdown đ€§đ€§ it makes for really funny (unintentional) foreshadowing
#sami zayn#jey uso#samijey#wwe#wweedit#jeysami#stuff i made#this episode is my new obsession just fyi#dont you love it when old stuff accidentally makes so much sense in retrospect? wwe dont even know the gold they have#hey corey how does it feel to have the power of divination#it's been a WHILE since i've published a samijey rant#i'm lightheaded i might pass out
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Dawn goes down- Vamp au lore post
This is organized the best I could think of as itâs more of a universe than a story (thereâs so much that could be done with it). Iâve drawn some aspects and others will be more explained. Will treat this like a master post so it will be updated as lore is talked about!
Long post ahead!
If you want to make anything for it (or any of my aus, headcanons etc.) go ahead! Might be my ego talking, but fjdndmdmd
Base story-
The gang are a group of nomadic vampires, they go from town to town feeding, wreaking havoc and moving on before thereâs any danger to them. Thereâs small pockets of fun but itâs a taxing existence⊠theyâre surviving more than theyâre living. 1967 they decide to settle in Tulsa for longer than a normal stay, which means more subtlety than their usual chaos and law running.
Itâs a rocky start for them as not even the oldest of them has done the âtraditionalâ Dracula method of slow feeding over a period of time off of people. As you can imagine this starts out horribly (imagine two-bit just hanging off your ceiling like a lizard. It went BAD lmao) until Dally found Buck. The two quickly entered an arrangement where Buck finds and sends food the gangs way.
As the gang becomes more settled they get more free time, Pony still loves movies. He and Johnny spend one morning out to late, confused by the darkness of the movie house â run ins with Dawn and the sun arenât anything new to them. Except this time, Johnny gets burned badly and the two of them have to take refuge under the porch of one Cherry Valance while the gang has no idea where they are.
The vampires-
The term to refer to a group of vampires would be a âBroodâ and a more permanent place theyâd stay instead of motels and RVs would be a vampire ânestâ -> theyâve currently taken up residence in the long abandoned Curtis house.
Theyâd also never use the term vampire themselves, for multiple reasons, theyâd instead say: Wanderers, drifters etc.
Vamprism isnât easy, in fact it has more constraints than it does freedomsâ it seems that way some nights anyway. Darry views it as âjust how it isâ thereâs no way out and you just have to live with it⊠thatâs what he tells Ponyboy anyway. Darry views things as just fine as long as they all stay together. [ au is simultaneously a fun time with vampires while also slightly vampirsm serves as metaphorical towards poverty/being an outsider. ]
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The gang has had countless close calls with sunlight, either with shotty sun protection jobs, traveling to long or plain forgetting. Short exposure like this hurts but it wonât scar permanent unless a tad longer/precise or an incident like Dallas and his former St. Christopher.
However, the most important thing when it comes to the gang is that⊠Johnny Cade is the head vampire. It is a wonderful bit of irony that the short, scared looking Johnny is the most powerful/originator of the bunch. Him being so assuming is actually quite protective of the entire gang, and while he is the head and that earns him a certain respect and attention he isnât exactly the leader. That role has been given over to Darry similar to canon.
Vampires donât age⊠physically or mentally! While thereâs room for personal growth, change and wisdom vampires would maintain the hardwiring of their age at the time of their death. While pony is well beyond the age of 14 he still deals with bouts of irrationality/excess angst and confusion someone at the age would have.
The gang-
Johnny: Oldest of the gang and the head vampire. Takes a lower spot out of choice, despite his strength heâs scared and often quite similar to canon. After some talks he and Pony try and only eat âbad people.â
Dally: The first turned by Johnny sometime in the 1870s, he was a member of a Wild West show left for dead by a former partner. Johnny was lonely and saved his life by taking it, unknowingly Dally had on his pendant when turned leaving him scarred. Has an even greater disregard for law than he does in canon and is one of the ones to âclean upâ for the gang. Carries a knife and gun.
Pony: Turned second by Johnny, was met further down the line and they became unlikely friends as Pony just thought him to be sick. (Whether their friendship was genuine or through accidental hypnosis is unknown and forgotten). Still a quiet and thoughtful boy though a bit disruptive and quick to anger⊠heâs been 14 for a long time and that starts to wear on you. Carries a knife.
Two-bit: Third turned, this time by Dally! Met one night at some saloon (remember this is 19th century) and decided to turn him to keep him around. It was a bit of a botch job but it did work, Two isnât mad about it as heâd probably get caught cheating and die anyway⊠this is more fun. Also one of the wilder of the gang who âcleans upâ. Has two guns.
Soda: Turned fourth by Pony, Soda is his favorite person in the world and he wouldnât live forever without him. It took a lot out of pony to do this and nearly scared Soda into a second death. It took him the longest adjustment period to get used to everything and ok with it. He likes the fun he gets to have and the lack of rules. Carries a gun and a knife.
Steve: Turned fifth by Johnny for soda, who had similar reasons to pony but saw what it took out of him and wasnât about to risk it. Steveâs the designated driver of the group often whipping the RV or whatever vehicle they find down the highway, wears driving gloves and tinted goggles as they often cut it close with sunrise. Will swap with Dally when he needs a break. Carries a knife.
Darry: Served briefly as a loosely informed daytime protector (human guardian) until it got to risky. Turned sixth by Johnny for Pony, who wasnât going to have it happen again. While he was turned last he took to it the quickest, whatever it took to keep the brothers together (especially considering the state of late 19th century boy homes). Leads the gang, critical on sticking together, clean up and finding a place to stay. Carries a gun and a knife.
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Pony is in a bit of a weird state with it all, he likes the gang and likes his brothers but he hates the way they have to live and how desperate it all is. Theyâll be nights where heâs out on his own where he just goes to see movies or read etc instead of taking time to feed⊠which worries Darry with how he keeps accidentally starving himself. Heâll either end up feeding him or bringing a cup or two. Since settling down things have gotten slightly better.
Humans -
Cherry : sheâs relatively the same to how she is in canon apart from having vampires take temporary refuge under her front porch. Will they be gone before she discovers them?
Buck: While he was fed off once, heâs not a âthrallâ/protector in a traditional sense though the gang will call him âRenfieldâ as a joke. Heâs under no spell (but thinks he is) theyâre just friends, he sends unruly customers, cops and competition their way occasionally as long as they bring no buzz his way.
Sandy: Sodaâs past sweetheart when he was alive who he had to leave behind. She was never fully aware what happened, just that his little brother got sick and not long after all three of them disappeared. Since the brothers were turned the latest, thereâs a possibility of her still being alive but extremely old.
Bob and Randy: Like Cherry theyâre relatively the same to their canon selves. Randy is more observant of illness and disappearances in town and Bob has horror movies on the brain, heâd never suggest vampires â lest he be seen of as insane but he has thought about it. (Unlike cherry thereâs not a lot of direct involvement)
#was a little inspired by all the auâs Iâve been seeing recently#if you make anything for it be sure to show me đ#the outsiders#outsiders#outsiders au#vampire au#dawn goes down#writing help#worldbuilding#master post#lore post#lore dump#curtis gang#ponyboy curtis#sodapop curtis#darry curtis#steve randle#twobit mathews#dallas winston#johnny cade#details#outsiders fanart#outsiders fanfiction
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thinking about han jisung late at night is dangerous for my wellbeing. oh well. this isn't even proofread lmao
đ· contains: sub reader x dom jisung, chocking if u look closely, unestablished relationship, power imbalance, size kink, hair pulling, marking, mutual pining, oral sex, penetrative sex, lowkey hand kink idk if you can tell, jisungâs kinda mean but that's ok, slight praise, slight spit kink, a sprinkle of spanking
it wasn't uncommon to find yourself in a literal wrestling match with jisung â he was playful and volatile, and it was unlike him to back down from anything. it was, however, uncommon to find him taking it a bit too far.
he had you underneath him, his arms either side of you. after many, many experiences like this you had learned you didn't have long if you stayed in this position: you'd lose. allowing your body to take over for your mind, your knee jabbed him in the side and you sat up onto your legs once you saw him dart out of your way to avoid more impact. you didn't think you had hurt him terribly bad.
"you little â fucker!" he hissed, groaning in pain as his hands clutched his side. your brows knitted together in confusion. you've been harder with him before, surely that didn't hurt? "jisung? i'm so sorry, fuck, i didn't think iâ" you were cut off from the air leaving your lungs from the impact. your heartbeat was frantic in your chest, the ringing ever so prominent in your ears.
"don't worry, you didn't hurt. you're just getting too cocky," jisung cooed, his voice a dizzying contradiction from his physical strength. the position he had you in was enough to make any sane person blush, let alone someone like you; who had been so desperate for that man that you dreamt of having him often. he was hovering over you, straddling your hips and his hair brushing against what little forehead was exposed, lips barely touching your ear, giving you goosebumps you prayed he wouldn't detect. your cheek was firmly pressed against the bedding, your head turned to the side and yet simultaneously buried into the sheets. and the cherry on top was where his hands were placed.
one, just above your head, bracing your skull against the headboard in case he slammed you a bit too passionately. and the second, on your neck, using just enough force to keep your head down and make you dizzy and compliant. you knew better than to try fighting when it was clearly game over. he wouldn't be as forgiving if you pushed his victory like that.
"holy shit. are you into this?" jisung's tone was raspy, one of the rare times where he was quieter. was he in disbelief? you didn't realise you were rubbing your thighs together until jisung separated them with his knee and you suddenly felt empty and impossibly desperate. "is it such a bad thing if i am?" you challenged, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks in embarrassment. jisung tutted in response, "now who said anything like that, hm?" his lips brushed against your jaw as he spoke, leaving a gentle kiss to your skin as he affectionately squeezed you a little harder. it was hard to get a gasp through your throat but you managed it, screwing your eyes shut tight as your vision became fuzzy.
it was a miracle he let you go, leaning back onto his knees similarly to how you did earlier. but jisung was always like that: unreadable. even if you knew essentially everything there was to know about him and his habits, heâd still surprise you by acting completely different. he always kept you guessing and it was addicting. jisung was the only man to leave you so.. mindless. his honeyed brown eyes raked over your figure, drinking in the state he left you in happily.
his fingertips brushed against your skin, dancing along the wells of your collarbones, against the blushing marks of your neck, fingering the distressed collar of your t-shirt that sagged on your body (likely from where he pulled you by the scruff of your neck earlier), paying special attention to your wetted, kissable lips. the pad of his thumb stroked your lips, and without even thinking about it, you found your lips parting and your tongue brushing against his finger. he was so soft, it was infuriating.
jisung hummed in satisfaction, urging you to take him all in, the rest of his fingers cupping the underside of your chin. he watched you intently, through his dark gaze and through his blown-out pupils. you found your own hands grabbing onto the shirt that clung to his delectable figure. he always did look good in black.
you whined in protest when he pulled himself from your warm mouth. rolling his eyes, he held your arm gently in place, grounding you to the current moment. his thumb still rested atop your tongue, slowly retreating it back into his lap. you felt him kiss your wet tongue, and you also felt him deposit a morsel of spit onto your mouth. you moaned, hips chasing any friction it could craft in desperation. "swallow it," he encouraged, using the back of his fingers to affectionately brush the swell of your cheek, cooing and kissing you once he saw your throat bob to consume his spit. you peered up at him with a half-lidded gaze, âdo you want me?â jisung asked, the vibrations in his chest from his purring voice made you so, so giddy. you nodded before even fully processing what he was asking of you, but once you grasped it you couldnât shut up. âyes, jisung. i want â no, i need you â so fucking bad. i have for so long. please, please let me have you. take me, jisung. please, i canât take it anymore,â your pleading eyes told him all he needed to hear. âsh, iâve got you. let me take care of you, okay?â jisung cooed, stroking the top of your head and tucking the hair behind your ears. he held your cheeks in the palms of his hands, taking up your entire face as he did so, and pressed his lips to yours gingerly. he was so inviting, so intoxicating it was unreal.
he buried his head in the nape of your neck, nuzzling into you and pressing his cool nose into your burning skin. "you can do whatever you want to me, jisung." you mumbled into his hair, your nails raking up and down his exposed bicep as you felt him smirk against your skin. he planted kisses against your pulse, lingering on your skin like static. his kisses were unfathomably hot, and demanding, like a declaration of his neediness for you. his fingers creeped down your body and landed at your waist, thumbing the waistband of your shorts that clung to your figure. jisung's lips connected to yours once more, his tongue swiping at your mouth teasingly. "lift your hips for me, angel, yeah just like that," he mumbled against your lips in a low whisper. jisung practically ripped the clothes off of your lower half, flinging it behind his shoulder as if they were useless. in that moment neither of you could bring yourselves to give a fuck.
jisung groaned at the sight of your cunt, all puffy and sickly sweet with your arousal leaking out of you. his swollen lips parted in awe, eyes wide as he drank up the sight of you before him. you felt your heart rate speed up intensely, taking you a great deal of self-control not to beg for him to touch you, fuck you or do something sinful to you. as if he read your mind, jisung brushed his fingers against your slicked sex, easily slipping between your folds as if he's done it before. your hips quivered and your thighs twitched once jisung's fingers found purchase in massaging your clit, stroking the bud of your sex intently, observing every jerk and flutter your body made in reaction.
he manoeuvred himself to lay in between your legs, both hands holding the flesh of your ass and thighs while his thumbs pressed on both sides of your slit, spreading you wide for him to ogle at. using the flat of his tongue, jisung marked his path from your entrance to your clit, smearing your slick and his drool all over you. your hole clenched in response, your hips bucking into his face and your back arching off of the mattress. the room was spinning around you, screwing your eyes shut in an attempt to contain yourself. jisung hummed in content, "you like that?" he muttered into your cunt, ever the fast learner. "yes, sungie. so good," you answered, albeit slurred and strained as your throat was preoccupied in containing your whines. your hands flung themselves into his hair, fingers tangling and clinging onto his hair like you were telling a story.
feeling han jisung chuckle from between your legs was truly a moment you find hard to forget about, the low vibrations resembling heaven as his laughter blessed your ears. "i'm sungie, now?" he mused, pressing a fleeting kiss to your dripping sex. "do you â ah fuck â want me to call you something else?" you proposed, hissing in agonising pleasure as jisung, like the menace he was, continued his assault on your slit. he shook his head back and forth, coincidentally with his lips wrapped around your clit and his cheeks hollowed out as he sucked on the sensitive, needy bud. he broke apart with a satisfying 'pop', "no! sungie is perfect. so, so perfect." he answered, between desperate gasps for air, with a tooth-rotting smile on his face, his cheeks bunching up and his pearly white bunny teeth poking through. they hollowed once more for a brief moment, before his lips parted and you saw the spit slowly drip from his tongue directly onto your clit, hitting it's mark perfectly, feeling it slowly trail down your sex. oh, how he melted you.
with no reason left to chat, jisung got back to work on your sex, slurping up your slick and kneading his mouth all around your cunt. momentarily he'd glance up to gauge your reaction when he did something new, to see how you liked it, and of course, you couldn't help but look back at him, taking the sight below you in. the bottom half of his face obscured, his dark hair falling over his forehead and ruffled from your activities, and most of all, the wild things you could barely make sense of laying hungrily in the darkness of his eyes. he made your entire body, mind and soul crave only his touch; his voice and his scent.
you maintained the grip onto his hair, pressing your palms into him so he'd be urged to look away from his handiwork and onto you. "is everything alright?" he cooed, eyes never leaving yours. although, your gaze was all over him, taking in the sight of the wetness that coated his lips generously, as well as his chin, and you paid special attention to the way his chest heaved up and down, greedily drinking air into his lungs. his hair was disheveled, messy tufts of blackish hair stuck up everywhere and almost completely obscured his vision, leaving two eyes to catch the light through his hair ominously. he could never scare you, though. never in his wildest dreams would you fear him.
"jisung," you started, anxiety slowly seeping into you, "i.. want you." your cheeks were burning red, hot against the rest of your face. "you have me." he seemed puzzled, almost. was he that humble? frustration quickly replaced anxiety, "no â i want you.." emphasising the word 'want' seemed to do the trick, as jisung realised you were asking for him to fuck you, more or less. his eyes widened. "oh! are.. are you sure?" he asked, voice soft and tender. you nodded, rolling your eyes, "han jisung, please fuck me." you uttered.
"fuck, that was hot. y'don't have to ask me that twice." he teased, holding your gaze for a brief moment before looking down at his jeans, allowing you to help him unbuckle his belt, even if all you did was tug on the loops desperately. you palmed his clothed erection as soon as you saw it, your hands flinging to him greedily; and you couldn't hold enough of him in them. you always clawed for more, your hands always wandered around in search of him. jisung discarded of his jeans swiftly, allowing them to pool on the floor somewhere in which neither of you cared about. as he leaned back you leaned forward, following him like a magnet. your hands rested atop his thighs, "can i?" you looked him in the eyes and lead your gaze to his clothed cock, sitting heavy in his boxers. jisung smirked in turn, "try me." he shrugged nonchalantly, with an amused look on his face that you wanted to wipe off so, so desperately.
holding his waistband in one hand, you tugged it up to pull the cloth flush against him, your eyes making out a darker patch on the material where the precum must have stained it. you parted your lips and let your tongue come out, barely covering your lower lip, and rolled it along where you assumed his cock head would be. jisung's head lolled back onto his shoulders, his thighs quivering and his ab muscles contracting while he let out such a melodic groan that you wished your mouth was on his so you could devour his pretty noises.
at first, it was unpleasant on your tongue, but the wetter the spot grew, the more of jisung you could taste and the stickier the material became. he started to buck his hips into your mouth, but when you recoiled and let him chase you, he had enough of your games. tipping his weight forward wasn't hard, and neither was trapping you in his arms. "what are you doing?" your tone was curious, slow and experimental. "what i want." jisung hissed in reply, turning you around so your back was facing his chest. "ass up, beautiful," he commanded, so casually it genuinely bewildered you. he urged you to obey with a few teasing raps to the flesh of your ass, fingers snaking under your pelvis in order to begin lifting you up. it didn't take you long to follow up on his request, arching your back and readjusting your knees and thighs. the palm of jisung's hand rounded out on the globe of your ass, stroking you affectionately, "attagirl." he rasped, letting the praise roll off of his tongue so deliciously your cunt involuntarily clenched, your stomach quivering in unison.
nothing could have ever prepared you for the first, initial feeling of han jisung's hard, thick cock merely pressing against your wet cunt. it was electrifying and literally sparked chills up your spine. you buried your head into the pillows sitting below you, keening into his touch like a starved whore. his hands grasped onto the start of your hips, just before where they start to swell, thumbs rubbing gentle circles into your skin to calm you. spoiler: it didnât do much, instead only riling you up further. you felt his head softly sawing up and down your slit, often catching on your clit, causing him to press his hips into your ass just to keep rubbing your clit in the way that got you to whine so carelessly for him.
when he finally pushed his tip into your entrance you saw stars. you wiggled your hips to entice him to fuck further into you, now suddenly, and painfully aware of every inch of your sex that has yet to be claimed by jisung. it made you feel deliriously aroused when you felt jisung slowly slide into your dripping hole, to the point you felt dizzy. meanwhile, jisung watched your cunt swallow every inch of his cock that he fed you, watching himself disappear inside of you made his heart â and cock â swell; he had actually groaned at the sight, let alone the feeling. "you're taking me so well," he muttered, with a dopey, sex-crazed grin on his gorgeous face.
it was a miracle jisung composed himself, finding a rhythm that pleased both of you proved to be so easy, the both of you simply happy to finally have the gumption to fuck, after a handful of years going back and forth with flirting and the odd passionate kiss that was too scary to bring up again, instead finding it easier to only think of it when you were both lonely late at night.
feeling jisung split you open was an entirely different feeling, his head leaking precum and sliding into you with ease, the girth of his shaft knocking the air out of you and the filthy words falling from his filthier mouth made you helplessly mindless. his thrusts were spirited and energetic, always managing to sting each time his hips and pelvis connected with your skin, and with the way he was bullying his cock into you it was bound to leave you bruised and giddy after. he was so big, not just his cock, but all over, from his biceps to his hands to his thighs â he was huge. one hand found its own way into your hair, petting you and stroking the wisps out of your face, all the while he muttered how well you were doing for him, and how heavenly your insides felt. your own hips met his, with each thrust jisung grew meaner, hornier and sharper. with the hand in your hair he grabbed a fistful, fingers harsh and tight against your soft hair, skilfully using it to drag your head up into the air, until his wrist bumped against your back, making you face the ceiling.
it stung, it stung so bad your body clenched around jisung so tight his hips stuttered into you briefly. he leaned over you until his nose brushed against the curve of your neck and his lips the juncture where your neck met your shoulder and bit down rather harshly, tearing a full-bodied moan from deep within you. your chest heaved for air and with this new position, jisung repeatedly slammed into the spongey bit that lay buried inside of you with ease. he undid you so easily, whispering praises into your bruised skin and gingerly kissing your neck as if he wasn't colliding his cock into you with as much force as he could muster in his position, his grip on you unwavering.
jisung left you helplessly at his mercy, tormented by his brutal, hungry pace and intoxicated by his sweet, tender cruelty. he watched as you leaned into him and the way he caged you into him, and he felt the way your heart leaped at his touch, not unlike a hummingbird's delicate wings in the stone cold winter. he watched as he unravelled you, each whimper and moan that left your lips grew louder, and needier. each cry of his name held the same cadence, reminding him of a hymn written solely with his name. jisung took note of the way your erect nipples poked through your shirt, leaving small peaks in your silhouette. he watched the way your brows furrowed and your eyes fluttered closed, and he certainly watched you take your bottom lip between your teeth as a way to muffle yourself.
he also felt the way his own orgasm approached, as if time was slowing down just for the two of you. his cock head felt so sore, so tender and heavy, mirroring the way the rest of his body felt. his body had a shimmer of sweat to his tanned skin, and his mind felt so fuzzy, filled only with thoughts about how good you let him fuck you, how perfect you sound and felt, how mesmerising you moved and rocked into him. jisung pressed himself as far into you as possible, pressing his chest flush against your back, or what parts of it that wasn't arched, the stickiness of your sweat sheened bodies sticking your skin together briefly, although the heat of his body lingered around you for a while longer. he bottomed out inside of you, biting his own lip as his throat let out a blissful cry, his heavy balls twitching as he emptied out inside of your waiting hole, spilling your own cum out of your puffy cunt and leaving a white ring of your mixed orgasms around jisung's cock in exchange.
your mouth opened in a silent scream, jaw going slack as your body quivered below jisung, a burning sensation spreading throughout you as if fireworks were let off in your veins. you clenched and fluttered around him, your hips pushing your sex onto his. you surrendered yourself entirely to jisung and the magnificent way he fucked you, crying out his name as if you were praying to a god in your most desperate hour of need, birthing an entire new meaning to his name as a thank you to him. his heart glowed with pride as you took the better half of three minutes to come down from your orgasmic, mindless state.
jisung settled beside you, using up the time you took for his own come-down, watching over you to ensure you were safe and satisfied. once he felt you shift closer to him he grinned proudly, his hand wrapping around the clammy skin of your back. "fuck, we need to do that again."
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