#i'm so sorry i kinda turned into a hoe at some parts

[nicoline1998enilocin]

I'm on my knees for your young and cute tony 😍 I would like see kinda a part two of "the love of my life" (your college student!tony stark x college student!female!reader).

I thought about they sleeping at his parent's house that day and this would be the first time they slept together. At night, tony got snacks and chocolate for them to watch a movie cuddled up in bed, but they start to make out, leading to them having sex, tony is the most romantic, shy and cute guy, but he's also kinky and have a dirty mouth too (romantic, shy and cute tony with dirty mouth and kinky? yes, I need this), they are so lost in each other, that they don't care about the noises and the possibility of his parents hearing them 😂 in the next day, they all have breakfast together and enjoy the summer day! Thanks in advance ❤️

The love of my life | Part 2

PAIRING | College student!Tony Stark x College student!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 3.2K

SUMMARY | You and Tony are spending the night at his parents' house, but the evening takes a delightful turn when you offer to watch Fifty Shades of Grey together. What follows is the perfect first time for you and Tony, and the two of you are even more in love with each other than you already were.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Smut [ D/S dynamics (Soft!Dom Tony & Sub!Reader), grinding/dry-humping, sir-kink, breeding kink, oral (F receiving), protected sex, squirting, dirty/filthy talk, squirting, fingering, implied aftercare ], swearing.

A/N | Oh, sweet Nonnie, I can't believe you are all trying to bring out my inner hoe with young Tony, but I'm not at all mad about it! I can't wait to find out what you think of the route I took with this one 🖤

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You and Tony are in his bedroom at his parents' house since you'll be staying the night after the barbecue his parents hosted. Since it isn't safe to drive home for a long time, his parents prepared his bedroom, and now you two are getting ready to watch a movie together.

''Any preferences for the movie you'd like to watch?'' Tony asks, and the first movie that comes to mind immediately has you rubbing your thighs together for some relief.

He's standing in front of his closet to get you something comfortable to lounge and sleep in, so he grabs you one of his band shirts and a pair of pajama pants for himself.

''How about Fifty Shades Of Grey?'' you ask innocently as you can.

''What?!'' Tony says, and in his hurry, he hits his head against one of the shelves above his head with a loud thud.

''Oh my god, are you okay?!'' you ask, the movie completely forgotten about, instead making way for worry about your boyfriend.

''Y-yeah, I'm sorry. Did you suggest we watch Fifty Shades?'' he asks, still unsure if he's heard you correctly even though he is entirely correct. That is precisely what you said.

''Well, yeah? I've never seen it, and I thought it might be nice to watch together...'' you say as you shrug your shoulders, your cheeks red at the confession that you want to watch such a dirty movie with him.

''Let's change that then. I'm just going to grab some snacks; if you want, you can change into my shirt and get comfy in bed,'' Tony offers, and you nod.

He leans in for the softest kiss you've ever felt, and your heart might explode with all your love for him.

''Can't wait to have you back again,'' you say, and he gets the cutest shy smile on his face, and you love his shy side.

''Now get me some snacks, or I'll start without you!'' you joke, and he runs to get them.

You change out of your sundress and put Tony's shirt on, which is still long enough to act like a dress, making you giggle. You stand in front of the mirror that hangs on his closet door, and when Tony walks back into his room, he spots you looking at yourself.

''Do you like what you see, Sunshine?'' he asks, standing behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close.

''I do. But I bet I would look even better when I'm cuddling with you in bed,'' you say as you turn around in his hold.

''Hm, I'm not sure about that, but there's only one way to find out!'' he jokes, grabbing the backs of your thighs, lifting you, and carrying you to the bed after you wrap your legs around him.

''Tony! Careful!'' You squeal as he throws you on the bed, and it's a good thing he has such a soft mattress; otherwise, it would have gone entirely different.

You get comfy under the covers while looking at the snacks he brought on a serving tray: popcorn (both caramel and salty), chocolate, M&M's, Reese's Pieces, and some drinks to wash it down.

''Hmm, you really know how to treat your girl,'' you say, and you can't help but sneak a peek or two when Tony's changing into his pajamas.

''How could I not treat you like this when you're nothing but perfect for me?'' he asks, and when he turns around, you can see the love sparkle in his eyes. God, you're so completely and utterly in love with this man.

It didn't take long into the movie for you to end up on Tony's lap, grinding onto his hardening length while your tongues fight for dominance and your hands explore each other's bodies.

His hands have found their way under your shirt and home on your ass, where he kneads softly to encourage your grinding even more, making him groan softly at the feeling.

''Fuck, Sunshine, you're gonna be the death of me if you keep this up,'' he says as you pull his shirt over his head and throw it onto the floor, but before you can go any further, he stops you.

''Are you sure about this? I mean, I want you to be comfortable and not do anything you're not ready for,'' he says as he rubs your arms slowly and lovingly.

''I'm sure, Tony. I want you, all of you,'' you tell him, and your heart skips a beat at how he looks at you. Adoration, love, it's all visible in the soft features of his face. You cup his cheek with your hand and let your thumb rub gentle circles while you get lost in his eyes.

''I love you, Sunshine,'' he says, and nothing else needs to be said; the moment was perfect. His hands slide under your t-shirt, and he moves it up and over your head, uncovering the dark green lingerie you're wearing underneath.

You can hear Tony's breath hitch in his throat as he first lays eyes on the lacey fabric that's lying perfectly on your skin, all your curves accentuated to make you look angelic. And Tony? His jaw is practically on the floor right now.

Your hands slide over his abdomen and chest until they're wrapping around his neck, and you pull him in for a deep kiss, using the moment to your advantage by sliding your tongue into his mouth right away.

You moan into his mouth as he takes control almost immediately, and he pulls you flush against his chest, needing as much skin-to-skin contact as possible.

Your mind slowly gets a little fuzzy, your inner Sub taking over with the amount of dominance Tony shows, but it only makes you wetter by the minute.

''S-Sir...'' you moan softly when he starts kissing your jaw and hearing you say that makes his cock twitch in his underwear.

''Yeah, fuck, keep calling me that like the fucking slut you are,'' he says, and you moan loud at the words, combined with his kisses along your neck and over the tops of your breasts.

His hands slide over your back and find the clasp of your bra, which he unhooks in a smooth motion while you keep grinding onto him, his rock-hard cock sliding deliciously over your clit to give you the friction you're longing for.

When your bra falls, he throws it on the floor, eager to attach his mouth to your nipples and hear your delicious whines and moans.

''Hmm, sounds like an absolute angel for me,'' he says, and you're getting closer to reaching your orgasm from grinding on him, but you can't get there yet.

''Please, sir, need to cum!'' you moan, and Tony's hand slides between your bodies, his long fingers finding your clit and applying just enough pressure to get you to fall over the edge with a loud moan of his name.

''Hmm, those panties are soaked for me. I'm going to have an amazing feast with that,'' he tells you, and his eyes darken; your own are half-lidded as you look through your lashes at him. Your brain has turned to complete mush with that first orgasm, and all you can think about is him and how good he makes you feel.

''C'mon Sunshine, sit on your hands and knees for Sir,'' he says, pulling you off his lap, manhandling you onto your knees, and yanking your panties down and off your legs.

''Holy fuck,'' he whispers to himself as he sees how the slick drips out of your soaked cunt and onto your thighs, and he can't help but slap on each of your ass cheeks simultaneously.

You let out a high shriek, which only aroused you more, precisely what Tony had hoped for.

''Such a beautiful cunt for me to wreck, Sunshine. Can't believe you've been hiding this beauty from me this entire time,'' Tony says, and without warning, he attaches his mouth to your pussy, licking a stripe from your clit to your entrance.

Your arms give out, you fall forward and present yourself even more for Tony, and he lets out a deep groan that crawls up your spine and goes straight into the fuzziness in your head.

''S-sir! Fuck- feels good!'' you moan as you try and push back against his face. His fingers find your clit once more, and he pinches and rolls it between his fingers, which makes your whine loudly, but neither of you cares about how loud you are being.

Tony keeps lapping at your cunt, his cock straining against his boxer briefs so he frees it, giving himself a little release by wrapping his free hand around the base and squeezing softly, pre-cum leaking from his reddened tip.

His tongue keeps working its way inside you, and you're already nearing your orgasm again.

''Need to cum, Sir! Please,'' you beg, and Tony isn't made of stone, so he permits you to do so.

''Cum for me, Sunshine, cum all over my fucking tongue and fingers. Need Sir's permission to cum, huh? Yeah, you do, you little slut,'' he says, and within no time, your legs start shaking as he picks up the pace, making you squirt all over his face and the bed with a loud moan.

''Sir, please-'' you say as he keeps going, drinking every last drop of your cum that he can, already addicted to your taste. When it's becoming too much, you push him away with the bit of power you have left since your limbs have turned to jelly.

You need a few minutes to regroup, and Tony happily gives you the time; the two of you have all evening.

He gently guides you on your back and lays down beside you, your heart fluttering as he pulls you into his arms and cuddles with you while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

After some cuddles, kisses, and sweet words, Tony's hand glides down your stomach and finds your cunt, still soaking from your orgasm. His fingers slide through your folds at a lazy pace, and you gasp from the feeling when he sees your clit again.

''Hmm, still so wet. And is that all for me? Is my needy slut still wet for Sir?'' he asks, and you can't answer because words are getting stuck in your throat because of how good you feel. Instead, you let out something between a moan and a whine.

''Gonna make you feel so good you can't think straight for a long time, Sunshine. Going to fucking ruin you for anyone, and you'll be mine forever. Yeah, you want that, huh? Wanna be Sir's little cumslut?'' he asks, and even though you probably shouldn't enjoy this as much as you are, you can't help but get even more aroused because of it.

''S-sir!'' you gasp as two of his fingers enter your entrance, curling immediately and hitting your perfect spot directly.

''Can't wait to pump you full of my cum, plug you up and let that cum stay inside until you're pregnant with my babies. Yeah, I'm going to keep you stuffed full, so you're always going to carry my babies,'' he says as he picks up the pace; you can almost taste the orgasm with how close it is, and your moans are getting desperate.

''Yeah, does my cumslut need my cum pumped inside her? And when it leaks out, she wants it stuffed back in? Fuck, CUM!'' he demands, and without a second thought, you do, again squirting but this time all over his hand and the bed.

''Jesus, such a good girl for me. Doing so perfect when you squirt for me, it's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen,'' he says, and his cock throbs with anticipation, but he's going to wait just a little longer to touch himself, wanting to feel every single pull and squeeze of your tight cunt.

''Want Sir to stuff you with his cock, huh? Is that what my needy fucking slut needs?'' he asks, and you can't help but whine, tears forming in your eyes from all the pleasure of how good Tony makes you feel.

''Y-yes, please,'' you whisper, and within no time, Tony has grabbed a condom, opened the package, and rolled it on so he could fuck you senseless in his own words.

''I'm gonna go slow for you, Sunshine,'' he says, slowly pushing in, folding your legs and letting them wrap around his back so he has the perfect angle to slide in.

''Fuck, such a tight fucking cunt for me to use, gonna fucking wreck you, Sunshine,'' he says, and you moan softly while he stretches you out, making you feel somewhere north of heaven.

Once he's entirely in, he lets you adjust before setting an agonizingly slow pace to make sure he doesn't cum right away, but he also needs to tease you just enough to give you the most mindblowing orgasm, though that isn't too hard judging by how he fucked you dumb already.

''Gonna move now, Sunshine. God, I already fucked you completely dumb, and I hadn't even put this cock inside you yet. Can't wait to see what a dumb cumslut you're going to be on this fucking thick dick,'' he says, picking up the pace without warning.

''F-f-fuuuuuuck, Sir, yes!'' you scream out as he's pounding into you with a brutal pace, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly until you cum again, but it's not enough for Tony.

''Need one more, Sunshine,'' he says through gritted teeth, groans coming from deep within his chest, and with a few more strokes, he has you right where he wants you to be, right on the edge along with him.

He bends over and never falters his pace, capturing your lips in a soft and sweet kiss, opposite from the way he pounds you into oblivion, and it makes your head reel, but you're enjoying this so much.

''G-gonna cum!'' he almost roars, and with that, he cums inside you, and you're falling over the edge with him, again squirting from the force of your orgasm, and you're entirely spent while you're on cloud nine.

The two of you cuddle for a while until you're back on earth with him, and after, the two of you shower together to clean yourselves off, making sure the sheets are clean, too.

He plucks his shirt off the floor and pulls it over your head before capturing your lips in a sensual, loving kiss, and you've never felt better after having sex with someone.

''God should've done this way sooner,'' you whisper against him as he carries you to bed, having just pulled one of his boxer briefs onto your butt.

''I know, Sunshine. But I'm glad we finally did it. Right now felt like the perfect moment, and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way,'' he says, putting you down so you can crawl under the covers, followed by Tony.

The two of you fall into a deep sleep and only wake up once the sun shines on your faces, telling you a new day has arrived.

''G'morning Sunshine,'' Tony says, and he places soft kisses on your face so he can gently wake you up.

''Morning Love,'' you tell him, and he gets a huge smile, making him look incredibly handsome with the sun shining down on him.

''How did you sleep? And how are you feeling?'' he asks, his hands ghosting a small trail over your thigh, leaving a path of goosebumps behind.

''Slept like a log; you wore me out last night. And other than feeling sore, I'm good. Never been better, actually,'' you tell him, and he's happy to hear it. He gives a few soft pecks on your lips before the two of you cuddle some more, and it's officially time to get up.

You get up and put on your underwear this time, followed by the striped sundress that Tony goes wild for.

Tony wears a casual summer outfit, and once you have finished your hair and decided against wearing makeup today, the two of you go down to the kitchen, where Tony's parents are already preparing breakfast.

''Mornin' lovebirds!'' Maria says your cheeks turn red, realizing they must have heard everything you did.

''Don't worry darling, it's normal,'' Howard assures you, but it doesn't make it any better, so they decide to leave it at that and not embarrass you any further.

''Tony, will you set up the outside eating area? I thought we could all enjoy a nice breakfast outside before enjoying the rest of our day,'' Maria asks, and he nods. You walk outside with him while bringing some plates and cutlery, and he tells you to sit down.

''Don't worry, Sunshine. You can sit that gorgeous butt of yours down and relax. You're a guest in our house, and I refuse to let you lift a single finger if you don't have to,'' he says, giving a small kiss before walking inside and leaving you behind with a huge grin.

''So, what do you guys think of Y/N?'' Tony asks when he walks back into the kitchen, and Maria immediately pulls him in for a hug.

''Don't you dare to let that girl go, Tony. She's the best thing that ever happened to you, and the two of you are made for each other,'' she tells him, and he nods when they pull apart.

''Don't worry, I won't. I plan on marrying her one day,'' he tells his parents, and they have the biggest smiles.

''And when that day comes, we will be right there by your sides, just like we were from the beginning,'' Howard says, and that's the last thing they say before having breakfast outside.

Howard and Maria see how much you love each other; it drips off you. They give each other a knowing look and then continue the conversation like nothing happened, and you immediately feel at ease again.

After breakfast, Howard and Maria went to do some groceries, and you and Tony decided to swim in his pool and take advantage of the beautiful day.

''I love you, Sunshine. I still feel like an idiot when I think about how many times I tried to ask you to dance, but I'm so happy I did it. You're the piece I was missing, and now that I found you, my life is complete,'' he says, and you're getting tears in your eyes.

''I love you too, My Love. I feel like the luckiest woman on this earth to call you my boyfriend, to have you by my side through everything. And I can't wait to grow old with you and start a big family together,'' you say.

The two of you are in a tight embrace for a while, not ready to let each other go yet, but when Howard and Maria are back from the shops, you both get out and help them put everything away.

You still can't believe how fortunate you are, and you feel the most happy and loved when you're with these three people. They all make life worth living, and you thank your lucky stars daily.

[strykingback]

Hood Jujutsu Kaisen (Shibuya Incident Arc) Sentence Starters (Part 1)

These sentence starters are based around the Hood Jujutsu Kaisen's Shibuya Incident Arc by RabSoPetty. Please note that most has been edited for clarity.

"Drop whatever you are doing, people are outside tonight yes sir!" "So we pulling up to the function type shit!" "I'm Sorry [Name] Some of us have to be [Occupation Name] when we clock in" "I'm a [Occupation Name] Every Time I step Out the Crib. Don't Play With Me!" "I'mma ignore this hating ass energy you got on your spirit right now" "Fine then, more hoes for me." "I'm clocking out right now, lemme go change"

"Alright, [Name] and the rest of them are pulling up to the function] "Shouldn't be giving your snitching ass shit" "You ain't saying shit, so what's it gonna be!?!" "Yeah! What's It Gonna Be!?!" "You got some heart dont you, Pinnochio!?!" "Oh they're pulling out Gundams and Shit!?!" "Mhmm, Turn me up" "Alright let's get active" "Ain't no Service, Ain't No Backup. Looks like I'm gonna have to bang my way out this bitch" "Hopefully I can take care of [Name] before I get jumped or something" "Yeeeeaah~!" "Don't look at me, I ain't in this shit" "C'mon [Name] You done seen it all" "You have every squabble in 4k" "Fuck It! Let's Get Active Then!!! Bitch You know I stay loaded!!!" "Thats Young [Name] Bitch!!!"

"Gundam ain't got shit on me!!!!" "I heard you goin' to some lil function or whatever" "Bitch I've been on you for the last two months, [He/She/They] already in the car?!" "I can't get these red bottoms dirty" "This shit kinda live." "Aww shit! Hide the money! There's broke bitches in the building!!" "[Name], lock the door on [His/Her/Their] ass" "Ohhh so you bitches are on some jumping shit?" "It's on sight with your Bitch Ass" "Ain't no one stunting on you bitches, I'm trying to get on some hoes." "Hoes ain't stopping no smoke!"

"Ooh the fine peeps finally pulled up!" "Not now the opps are pressing me!" "Let's make this quick I'm trying to enjoy the party" "Bitch better pick up" "Fuck the opps where the hoes at?!?!"

"You aint tellin' me you was bringing your [lil sibling] and shit" "Hold this, bitch ass" "What you say cuh?" "Oh, you thought you were sitting in the whip with Big [Sibling Name] nah bitch you might as well call an uber" "I don't even know why the fuck you in the car" "You trying to slide on my sibling wearing the same shit every day, you do not got that shit on lil sibling." "Ayo, what kind of weird shit y'all bitches be on cuh?" "It's always you broke ass gas station tee wearing bitches that ruin the function for everybody." "Go band for band then, fuck bitch." "Band for Band?!" "Oh, what's that smell?!" "That's a whole $300 bottle of Dior, slathered on a Gucci button up!" "Something that your broke ass nostrils ain't accustomed to!"

"But you wanna go band for band, with nothing but a Teakwood Essence!!!!" "Oh, its so strong!"

"Not the Bath and Bodyworks!!!" "Get'cho Paper Up!!!!" "You ain't even have to do my friend like that....." "The way since bitches been yapping since I got here. They must have forgot who I was."

"Cause broke bitches should never speak!"

"[Special Ability Name]: LIMITLESS BANDS" "Who...else..wanna go.... band...for band..."

"This bitch is really about to get me locked up."

"I'd rather be bitch-made and free than a locked up prisoner."

"It's cool! Don't get caught lackin' fuck bitch!"

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"Summer of '87" {Chapter 7}

She's baaack!

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Chapter 6

Chapter 8

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“I’m sorry, what?” Dutin blinked several times as he tried to process what you had just said. 

“I’m…I’m your sister….”

“Yeah I got that,” he cut you off. “But why exactly do you think that?” 

“...We have the same dad,” you explained.

“What?” He now laughed. “That’s not-- I don’t know who you think you are, but--”

“Our dad cheated on my mom with your mom, and then--” you tried to go on but Dustin wasn't having it.

“Fuck you!!” he suddenly yelled angrily. “My mom is not a homewrecker!” 

“I’m not saying that!” You argued defensively. “It was a one time thing, and then--”

“Oh so “our” dead beat dad had a one night stand with my mom and then went back to his loving family?” he spat. 

“Well, i mean he’s kind of a dick--”

“Well that explains where you get it from.” Dustin scoffed.

“HEY,” Eddie suddenly spoke up loudly. “Not cool, Henderson,”

“And you? Sucked in by a pair of pretty eyes? Really? You just let her feed you a story and brought her here?!” Dustin gestured angrily at Eddie.

“It’s not a story!” You argued. 

“Look man, i get you’re upset, I do. But she’s telling the truth--” 

“HOW do you know that?” Dustin challenged him.

Eddie stared at the two of you for several moments at the question. How did he know? He had just taken you at your word, no questions asked. But-- you knew Dustin’s name, that had to mean something right? And you had no idea who Eddie was, so you wouldn’t lie just to come with them, right? 

“...I--I don’t,” he finally admitted softly.

“Eddie!” you cried tearfully. “Really?”

“Well it’s true!” He bit his lip with glassy eyes. “I--I just trusted your word for it,” 

“And you don’t now?”

“I didn’t say that,” he shook his head. “I’m just stating facts,” 

“Nah,” Dustin shook his own head. “I see what’s goin’ on. YOU told Eddie some sob story so you could get in his pants!”

“Dust I at least know that is not true,” Eddie defended you. “We haven’t even kissed! By HER choice!” 

“Yeah, of course not dipshit!” Dustin yelled in rage. “She’s playing you! She probably knows who you are, going after your money and--” 

“Alright, that’s enough.” Eddie cut him off his angry spiel. “I know you gotta be freakin’ out over all this, it’s a lot. But listen Henderson, the last couple days I’ve spent with your sister--”

“She is NOT my sister!” Dustin backed away.

“Y/N,” Eddie changed his misnomer. “Look man if you just got to know her, I promise--” 

“I don’t wanna get to know her!” Dustin screamed. “I’m not gonna let some random chick seduce my best friend and use ME to do it!” 

And with that he turned and stomped off the bus, leaving the two of you alone. 

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“....That could’ve gone better,” Eddie said in a playful tone.

“Ha ha,” you sighed sarcastically as you flopped onto the couch and put your hands over your face. 

“Don’t worry,” He sat next to you and rubbed your leg. “He’ll come around--”

“And what if he doesn’t?!” You suddenly sat up. “What if he convinces your whole friend group that I’m just some gold digging groupie?!”

“Well, i know he can’t convince ALL of them,” he stroked your face. “The guys already trust you, hell they even invited you!”

He paused. 

“Shit, I should’ve told Henderson that!”

“It’s okay, Eddie,” you put a hand to his cheek. “I’m sure it wouldn’t have mattered,”

“But it might have,” He sighed as he put his hand over yours on his face. “I just--- I let him get into my head for a split second. I’m sorry, princess,”

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “Really,” 

You both sat there in silence for a moment, when you noticed Eddie glancing down at your lips. 

“....You know I have money to pay Gareth,” He smirked softly. 

“Eddie!” You hit him playfully. “One setback is not gonna derail my plans on bonding with my brother,” 

“But he already thinks we’re sleeping together!”

“And we told him we weren’t!” you pointed out. “And I’m not gonna already start lying to him, he already thinks I am!” 

“Okay, okay,” Eddie sighed in defeat. “I just wanted to make you feel better,” 

“I appreciate the gesture,” You giggled while playing with his hair. 

“Anytime,” he smiled back before kissing your forehead. 

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After the boys were settled, Eddie retrieved his old van from the trailer park and drove you to your friend Amanda’s house. She came running out to greet you when she heard you pull up.

“Y/N!” She squealed “I missed you! I--” 

She suddenly recognized Eddie and stopped mid-sentence. 

“Holy shit,” she gasped. “You’re Eddie Munson,” 

“Guilty,” he chuckled. “Nice to meet a fan,”

“A FAN?” She suddenly blurted out angrily. “I am not a fan!” 

Both of your faces dropped in this weird turn of events. 

“You’re not?” He asked curiously. 

“No!” Amanda snapped. “You don’t even remember me, do you?” 

“I….” he looked between the two of you nervously. “No…?”

“Last summer? The Hideout?” She asked as if that would trigger Eddie’s memory. Unfortunately, it did not. 

“I…” He made a face. “I’m sorry, i don’t--”

“WE SLEPT TOGETHER!!!!” She screamed angrily. “And you never called me!” 

“OH,” Eddie’s eyes suddenly widened in recognition.. “Oh shit. Mandy…”

“SERIOUSLY Eddie?!” you suddenly interjected coldly. How could he not remember sleeping with anybody? Let alone one of your closest friends. 

“Geez, look I’m really sorry Mandy--”

“Amanda,” she corrected him curtly. 

“Amanda.” Eddie coughed uncomfortably. “I just-- we just….the scouts were in the audience that night, and the next day things just kinda--- took off,” 

“And now what, he’s got you under his spell too?” Amanda ignored him as she glared at you. 

“What? NO!” You gestured wildly. “We haven’t even slept together!”

“YET,” Amanda kept her death glare.

“Come on Man-- Amanda,” Eddie cooed. “It was a long time ago. You know I would’ve called you--” 

Your eyes were now widened at his sudden “Casanova” act. Was he serious right now?!

“Get your hands off me!” Amanda swatted at him. “And Y/N, you can have him.” 

She stared to walk away, making you chase after her. 

“Mandy!” You called. “But what about--”

“Go shack up with Mr. Rock Star, for all I care,” she spat at you before going in her house and slamming the door. 

You stood there just staring, reeling from the last few minutes. After a moment, Eddie came and put a shoulder on yours.

“Well, you can always stay with me--” 

“Don’t,” you spun away from his touch, leaving him bewildered. 

“What?” he asked. “Why--?”

“WHat the hell was that?!” You gestured towards Amanda’s house. “You hit on her RIGHT in front of me!” 

“Aw come on princess,” he laughed. “I was just trying to ease the tension!” 

“How exactly is hitting on your ex in front of your new-- WHATEVER,” you grunted in frustration. 

“She’s not my ex!” he argued. “She’s some rando i slept with--”

“Like I will be?” you scowled. 

“That’s not fair,” he replied in a very hurt tone. “I haven’t done anything--”

“Not YET,” You repeated Amanda’s comment. “What was that just now back at the bus? Huh? You get me back here and suddenly what, wanna make me one of the many?” 

“First of all, it’s not ‘one of the many’,” he half laughed like it was the most ridiculous thought that he had slept with tons of women. “It’s one of the FEW, at best,” 

“Do you think you’re making this better?” you narrowed your eyes. 

“Look princess, I--”

“Y/N,” you corrected him coldly, as Amanda did. 

“...Y/N,” he said softly with a face that looked like he was a puppy you just kicked. “I was stupid back then, okay?” 

“Oh yeah, ‘back then’,” you laughed sarcastically. “A whole year ago,”

“I was going through something!” he suddenly became enraged as he flashed back to last summer. It had only been a few months since Vecna, and he had just gotten out of the hospital when he had played that show at The HIdeout.

 It was packed; everyone had come to see the “Hero of Hawkins.” He couldn’t deny it, it was a rush. It felt amazing to be seen for the first time as something other than the town Freak. He had let it get to his head a bit. He had a few beers after the show, schmoozing with “Fans” and agents. And maybe he had fooled around with a few guys, a few girls. He just wanted to soak up every minute of not being an outcast. 

“I’m not gonna sit here and defend how I chose to deal with everything that happened to me, especially to you!” 

“Oh yeah, everything that happened,” you laughed again. “Yeah it must’ve been so hard with girls throwing themselves at you--”

“I’m talking about what I had to go through to get there!” He got in your face. “AND I didn’t even do it for that!” 

He stepped back as his hands shook with rage, thinking back to that night. That horrible night.

“I almost DIED, Y/N.” He spoke with a sharp tongue. “I was READY to die. For your brother. For my friends. For this fucking town who HATED me!”

He trembled with rage as he walked around explaining his story. 

“When i was hanging by that rope climbing out of the Upside Down, I remember the exact moment I knew i had to…sacrifice myself.”

His voice became low as he sat down on the curb. 

“I--I cut the rope so Dustin couldn’t come after me, i knew i had to buy the others more time. Nobody else could do it but me--”

He spoke out loud almost as if he was in a trance, recalling the events. Logically he knew you had no context about what he was on about, but he told the tale nonetheless. 

You just watched on in horror, suddenly regretting everything you had yelled at him for. He was right, you had no idea what he went through. He had vaguely described it when he told you about Vecna, but not in detail like this.

“I got on that bike and I rode like hell. I rode so fast and so hard, I thought my legs were going to burst into flame right from under me. And then I felt one of the bats snare me right in the neck--” 

He paused to catch his breath as tears clogged his throat. You sat next to him but didn’t touch him, not wanting to interrupt his monologue. 

“I fell to the ground, and all I felt was pain. Constant pain. Stabbing, knawing, the sounds that they made…” 

He paused again as he let a quiet, quick sob come out before continuing. 

“I knew I was dying, that I was gonna die. I waited for it, just listening to their horrible screeches, but then-- it just stopped.”

“Stopped?” you said, snapping him out of it. He jerked his head to face you, suddenly realizing you had been there this whole time. 

“Yeah, stopped.” He repeated softly as he gently laid his hand next to yours on the pavement. You interlaced your fingers together and squeezed his hand in comfort. 

“It was like they all just-- died at once. They fell to the ground and it was just…silence.” he gulped. 

“And then I heard Dustin yelling my name,” He looked down as his voice really began to shake. “Part of me was so pissed he had come after me, and part of me was so angry at myself that he was going to see me like that, but-- i was also so grateful i wasn't going to die alone,”

“Oh Eddie,” you whispered while gripping his hand tighter. You didn’t want to cry and make this about you, but hearing him speak in such detail about the hell he went through, it made you want to sob. 

“I could feel myself shutting down, which is ironic because I mean I started losing feeling in everything. First my legs, then my torso. I told Henderson he had to look after the little sheeples, I wanted to give him something he could have to call his own. A legacy. Something i could give him since i wouldn’t be around to give him anything else--” 

He looked down once more as you saw droplets of tears stain the pavement.

“I felt like I was letting him down, leaving him all alone like that. I know he has his friends, but-- what we had was special. A true brother bond. God I wanted so badly to live in that moment, but not for myself. For him.”

“Eddie….” you laid your head on his shoulder. 

“I told him I loved him,” he admitted. “I’ve never told ANYONE that, except for Wayne. Once.” 

He finally looked at you. 

“And I do. I really love that little guy,” he said before finally breaking down in your arms. 

You just sat there for a long while, letting him cry in your arms and trying not to cry too hard yourself. You didn’t care if Mandy could see you, all you wanted to do in that moment was make him feel better. Make him feel safe.

After a few more minutes, Eddie began to compose himself before looking into your teary eyes. His eyes were bloodshot from crying so hard, his lips were chapped from dehydration. He stared at you with pure childlike emotion, a broken little boy. 

The gap between you began to close as his hands went to the back of your neck, pulling you closer slowly. You knew you shouldn’t let this happen; not now. He was distraught, he was vulnerable. But for some reason you just let him pull you closer until your lips brushed together tenderly. 

The kiss became more intense as soon as your lips were locked together. Both of Eddie’s hands went into your hair as he pressed harder and licked your lips, asking for entrance. You immediately opened your mouth slightly as your own tongue went into his mouth. He roamed your mouth with his tongue aggressively, as if he was trying to taste every inch of you. 

After a few seconds you both pulled apart, breathing heavily. 

“Y/N, I--” he began to speak but you put a finger over his lips. 

“Shh, not here. Not now, okay?” you whispered with a small smile. You didn’t want him to say something he didn’t mean just because you two were having an intimate moment. 

“....Okay,” he nodded in understanding. 

He held your hand as he helped you stand up, walking back towards the van with you still in his grasp.

“Y’know, you really can stay with me. I won’t try anything--”

“I think we’re past that,” you blushed. “But--- yeah, that would be nice.” 

You and Eddie “shacked” up--- that would totally help your mission with Dustin and keep the bet. Right?

…..Riiiiight.

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[socheckitout-mikey]

hey! this isn't a request or anything but i was just kinda curiou; how did you get into all your interests? like did you see them in tv, a friend request them to you? as long as the question Isnt personal or something I'd love to know !! 💗💗

heya birdie! (': i love this question sm and i'm v happy to answer it! <3

i got into the hobbit in academy when i had this friend who was super into lotr and literally learnt how to write and speak the elven language??? it was v fun and wholesome! (': thorin, fili and kili are my favs and i can't watch BoTFA any more: i have only ever watched it one time! :'(

i got into twilight through that craze in the early 2000's and honestly, i cat fought a girl in my fifth grade class for the last new moon book lmaoo it was wild asf! i remember when i went to see the movie with my dad and younger brothers when it first came out: my dad and brothers fell asleep and i was the only one at the edge of my seat absolutely invested. i love twilight sm despite everyone in my life having enough of me talking about it dhdhdhdh also all of my wives are in this fandom, like leah, rosalie, kate, tanya, maria- the list is endless :-:

i got into the lost boys bc a friend i used to have introduced me to it and i was incredibly hooked after that! i watch that movie like 7 times a day lmaoo i love it sm! i also played it in the background a lot when i was studying bc gotta have that eye candy known as dwayne distracting me haha! also star is so beautiful wth am i meant to do now that i've seen her? :-:

teen wolf was something my younger brothers introduced me to when it first came out and i was so hooked immediately! i have to confess that i haven't gone through even half of the dread doctor season lmaoo i still gotta finish the show. the reason why was bc i spoiled it for myself by finding out brett talbot and lori dies, and since isaac didn't come back i was like "welp, there goes all my hope" dhdhdudhsyeueh but its a solid show and i'm obsessed still to this day! also really sad erica died bc she was my everything, boyd's death still to this day haunts me bc it wasn't right! also, cora never returned and she was my wife too :(

the outsiders was introduced to me in middle school in 8th grade when i lived in canada! i remember the day i walked into english class and my teacher said we'd be reading a new book. it changed my life lmaoooo! i really enjoyed the book and movie, johnny and dally have always been the characters i connected to the most, though dally's death is one that i struggle to read through without crying shsudhdhd i did end up passing my english class that year bc i wrote a whole ass extra chapter and then some (basically a fanfic) about sodapop meeting a new girl called roxanne, there was drama, romance, angst- i got 100% bc i was the only one who didn't do a dumb ass board game or whatever. i remember the whole class cheered for my introverted ass like ew!

some honourable mentions are:

diabolik lovers: got into this when one of my brothers was like, "yo let's watch this shit!" and guys, lemme tell you when i say that yuma mukami can get it-i mean that shit! man's needs to step on me! also shu, subaru, ayato.... who gave them the right?! also yui is so damn precious and i love her sm! (': also yuma is my only personality trait bc he's all i ever talk about irl dhdhdhd

haikyuu!: man, kuroo is something else lemme tell you that! i am also an avid supporter of daichi, iwaizumi, oikawa, bokuto... and many more. the peak comedy that comes from this show gets me every single damn time-and yes, the english dub be funny asf too don't come for me!

free!: guys sousuke is so beautiful and so is rin! nagisa is the cutest little thing i have ever seen in my entire life, he's so precious!

peaky blinders: yooo my brothers got me into this and i am deceased whenever i watch it! i'm not ready for it to end :( alfie solomons is hilarious as hell dhhddjd so sad about john tho :'(

the vampire diaries/the originals: okay, i read some of the books and they were dope! i watched most of the show and it was good! the originals tho- guys when the mikaelsons were introduced lemme just tell you how hyped i was! i love all of them dhdhd even finn grew on me eventually. but rebecca mikaelson has every right to punch me in the throat and i'd thank her! <333

sorry i kinda splurged there and reared my thirsty head but- can you blame me?! - mae

[staywhore]

he was supposed to be mine 

she's mine part one

bangchan x reader

word count: 1091

genre: dark romance babes

warnings: just blood and like gore warnings for this first part. its kinda dark and im sorry but not sorry.

an: hey babes! so this is the start of a new series! this will be kinda dark and ofc smutty hehe. Please, please, please, no hate to Felix! I absolutely love him and he was just the first member I thought about using yeah so please don't think I hate him, I'm just good at writing about a murder I guess ://// hey also please if you like this write a comment if you'd think I should take this ff and turn it into a fully fleshed out book! I really like this idea and might turn it into a book. It's my dream to be an author and writing fan fiction has really helped me to gain confidence in my writing! okay well, enjoy hoes ill have the second and possibly third chapter out tonight!

tag list: @hanniegoo @hanjisbeloved @spiderrenjunfics

series homepage / part one

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He’s the one. 

It’s always been him. 

It was only ever him. 

But, he’s no longer here. 

The only thing left of him is his flesh blown to chunks all around me. 

His blood pools under my knees, causing my white dress to fuse to my skin. 

The dress every girl dreams of. 

The emotions bubble underneath my skin like a fire raging. 

I lift my head from the man I was planning to spend the rest of my life with scanning the entirety of the chapel. 

I’m the only one left who hasn’t been reduced to a soulless sack of red meat. 

My hands vibrating out of rage cradle Felix’s slack face, his eyes still open but no longer are they filled with life. They stare emptily back into my own. The tears fall before I can stop them. Our faces are now wet with my tears as footsteps echo throughout the hollow church. I can’t bring myself to realize the danger that I’m in. As the echoing grows louder, I’m still locked in place. Utter and complete sadness keeps me from wanting to run from the threat no doubt coming back to finish the job.

I want to die. 

I only wanted to live for Felix. 

He was my light.

Now, that light has been snuffed out. 

It’s not until the steps fault and the heat from a  body nearly burns me that I finally turn to face the reasoning for my pain. A mangled sob lodges itself in my throat as I wipe the tears from my blurry vision and he comes into view. 

Evil spills from every angle of his hard body. He’s covered head to toe in black. His features are dark as his eyes scan my body from the bottom up, pausing slightly at the way my hands grip my lost love’s lax face, continuing up to stop at my face. My pristinely finished makeup is no doubt washed away and mixed with my tears. I look at how his eyes soften as he takes me in fully. He takes a cautious step toward me but stops when I flinch, gathering as much of my fiances bloodied body as I can into my lap. 

They can’t take him. 

He was supposed to be mine. 

I cringe slightly as I feel more of his warm blood soaking through my dress, leeching onto my clammy skin. I somehow manage to hold his back to my chest. His head lulls hitting my shoulder with its full weight. I try to support him by wrapping my arms around his middle, but I realize there’s not much of his middle left. He has a big hole in the center of his chest and one lower. I look around us and see organs that should be inside him. 

No, no, no. 

This isn’t right.

That should all be inside of his body.

I look where my arms are resting, and notice where some of his innards are falling out because of my hold. I rush of anxiety runs throughout my body and I’m frantically trying to push everything back inside of him. More tears spill and this time guttered sobs escape with them. My hands are slick with his life force, my once pale skin now is a stained red. I raise my hands from their useless task as more heady emotions surge through my nervous system. Turning my palms towards the floor, a dull sparkle from my engagement ring steals my attention. The soft glow of warm light from a mixture of candles and yellow light catches at the different angles of the 4-carat emerald-cut diamond ring. I try to recall the night he proposed but all I can see when I close my eyes are his lifeless eyes and how his body weighs me down. 

“Y/n.” My eyes flutter open when the man calls out to me. He is now kneeling beside Felix and me. His eyes are still soft, I almost think I see a dusting of emotion brimming but his expression changes quickly, shielding me from what he’s feeling.

 “It’s time to let him go.” He reaches out to take Felix from me but I hiss at his attempt. Keeping his hand out he watches me carefully, “Y/n this isn’t him anymore and you know that.” Felix’s body has slumped down so his head is back in my lap. His dull eyes are still open and looking up at me. I choke out a cry as another way of reality sets in that he’s no longer with me. 

He left me alone once again. 

He promised to always be by my side.

With an uneven breath, I reach a hand out to his face. Tracing his features for a final time, desperate to commit the feel of his skin to my memory. My fingers, now sticky with his blood, glide over his eyelids shutting them. I press a kiss on each of them and then to his lips. The coldness of his skin leaves a chill deep in my bones and sends a pang of sadness directly to my heart. I lean back and face the man before me. His face is still dark with an emotion I can’t decipher but he still has the warm glow of life coursing through him and when I look back at the man laying dead on top of me I finally release my weak grip on the body of the man I once loved and extend my hand to the still living one beside me. 

He ignores my hand and wraps one underneath my shoulder causing me to hug his neck as his other arm snakes under my knees. Felix’s body rolls onto the ground, leaving him in an unnatural position. I force myself to look away from the body and look up at my…  rescuer.  Surely he must be. If he was here to kill me he wouldn’t have bothered to remove me from the murderous scene. The stench of blood and death floods my senses and it causes me to gag. It overwhelms me and the adrenaline leaves my system, taking its toll on my body.

 So tired I let it consume me. 

I let the darkness cloud the pain that’s wrapping its claws around my heart and soul.

Before it completely takes control I feel the man hold me closer to his hard body, his grip tightening in a protective way that causes a microscopic amount of pain to lift from my soul.

[nightswithkookmin]

so I was shocked seeing some pjms shipping jm with taemin(shinee) and some are not popping out veins over that,,but I made a mistake of commenting on that tweet saying that jikook could be real..let me tell you the hate I received from solo pjms 😭have never been attacked online like that,,the insults and the cursing that were flooding on that innocent tweet made me almost deactivate I had to go on private and deleted my comment...Now what shocked me is that they didn't attack that pjm shipping jm with taemin but only me who mentioned jikook as a pair,why are they so riled up with jikook but okay with people shipping jm with other idols?..Are they scared bcs they know there's a chance jikook could be real or are they just gatekeeping jm.?😭

I have had my own share of arguments with solo stans,but I just realized that solo pjms are worse than any other members solo stans worse than tkkrs.. same ppl who dragged a solo hobi stan and the pason deleted her acc, now I didn't know the same thing will happen to me 😭...I'm even afraid commenting of jm focused accs bcs I don't know what is considered forbidden to them..I with just stay on jikook spaces on twitter..I'm still recovering 😂..anyways I wonder what this people will do if jikook ever comes out as couple

Well they are SOLO stans...

If they liked anyone else in BTS other than JM they wouldn't be SOLO stans.

It's easier for them to ship two ppl they like together than support a relationship where they hate one pair vehemently. And whew do they hate JK's fine ass. Whew😩

They be the ones screaming JK an abusive boyfriend abusing Jimin cos he hates him, wants to tap his milk for free while doing the gawk gawk 69 with a random hoe in cheap motels.

When the aliens come I'll tell them this is brain damage. A whole bunch of em.

Personally, I ship JM with everyone 💀

Recently I hopped on the JiLizzo train😩

That hey Jimin got me weak in the knee. Love it for them.

Kinda into the burgeoning Micheal Jackson xJimin ship too. I might be a pioneer of that ship not gonna lie. Have a few edit up on the internet somewhere- it's making rounds😊

Now that you mention Taemin... I might just have a KaiminJimicheal foursome YT channel up soon🤞🏾

Most times I'm really torn because I like anyone who likes Jimin or whom JM likes. PJMs fall somewhere on that spectrum because they like JM- who is a member of BTS, which is a band I happen to like too.

It's when they broach into hater territories I have a problem with them- cos then they hating on other people I like. Hobi, JK- the list go on and on.

I keep saying Solos are a part of the Bangtan ecosystem. You've seen the numbers on Instagram. I'm not about to beat JM solos out of the ecosystem when it's like but we need the numbers to even shit out😩

It's everyone for themselves BTS for us all out here. We saw it coming a mile away.

It's all ot7 till it's time to pursue Solo careers| IG and then some members are fucked real hard.

Numbers don't lie. And it would be a cold day in hell before one of those fucked members be my Jimin I'm sorry. I will not stand for it. IT'S NOT HAPPENING. NOPE. MM MM.

When I come across OT7s attacking PJMs really my blood boils. Yall will attack JMs fans and then yall will not follow JM on Instagram or support him like you support your bias😒

HOW DID WE END UP WITH THE SHORT END OF THE STICK???

All the fake woke JM Jikook stans who helped clap other JM stans out of the fandom for calling out toxic Tuktukkers and fake OT7s how our stupid ass feeling now?🤡

Worse they turn a blind eye at other people's Solos and enable them hence why those members been able to cultivate such large uneven numbers FULL OF SOLOS.

OT7 is a breeding ground for certain member's solo stans EXCEPT JIMINs.

Kill the PJM they yell.

It's the double standards for me.

Not that Solos are a bowl of sunshine they are real asses won't lie. It's the constant baraging, constant attacks on other members like you don't need to bring one member down to lift your bias up. Insecure much?

You don't have to hate one member to love another. It's stupid. Foolish, counterintuitive. Very toxic and Puttin level deranged.

The bangtan fanscape is huge. Solos are part of that fanscape. I don't advocate for pushing them out of the ecosystem. I advocate we all act civil, respect boundaries, stay out of each others business. Just like your bias' post and go. Just buy his merch and go. Just stream his music and go. If you OT7 buy ALL MEMBERS' MERCH AND GO. STREAM ALL THEIR SOLO MUSIC EQUALLY AND GO.

YOU CAN'T MAKE AN OT7 OF A SOLO STAN.

If I come across a Solo tearing down another member I'm putting paws on em. If I come across an OT7 fake supporting and being biased to the detriment of other members I'm cutting their throat. YUP. I'm allergic to witchcraft which is exactly what this is.

TOO MANY SOLOS PRETENDING TO BE OT7 IT'S JARRING

And listen yeah, OT7s would have attacked you just as rabidly. Which is what fucks with my brain- How the hell does OT7s and Solos act alike WHEN IT'S JIKOOK BEING SHIPPED.

Someone explain this to me in tiny alphabets cos it really be messing with my frontal lobe, I AM NOT UNDERSTOOD.

Naa cos Solos hate Jikook because they either hate Jimin or Jungkook. Ot7 WHAT THE FUCK YOUR PROBLEM IS.

And they do it under the guise of Jikook are brothers they not gay, stop reading gay into their every interaction- but when it's SOPE or TAEKOOK or NAMJIN then suddenly it's chile these motherfuckers gay on God.

What I want is an open fight.

THAT'S WHAT I FUCKN WANT

I want to pull bitches hair, scratch their face, bite their nipples and choke them in the most violent way possible.

Sorry you got jumped sis. That's what happens when you don't look before you cross the damn road🤣🤣🤣🤣

You get run over by trucks and tricycles. Lmho

Should have called me to the fight damn.

Naa cos I would have stayed and fought 🤣

Also slip me this Jimin Taemin fan account lemme see sommin👀

Were they grinding on each other or just holding hands?👀

Forget it. I'm not shipping JM with anyone this month. Jungkook has been through so much when JM got ill. It's not fair to him after everything he's been through to ship Jm with other people 😒

But Taemin is hot as fuck. Kai too. And they make really good music. They kinda like Jimin too.

Still not a reason to ship JM with them.

Free Jungkook.

They are gonna ship JM with someone he spends little time with, talks to once in a blue moon, barely interact with on screen, rarely show kindness and warmth and generosity and affections to while ignoring the man who is always by his side, at work and off work, attends to his needs, is always around for him, protects him, comforts him, keeps him company, thinks about him, loves on him, makes him laugh, shares his meal with him, is his companion, takes so much space and shares his life with. YOU MAD OR INSANE?

Don't worry Jungkook. I got your back😊

GOLDY

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: chūya nakahara x lazy male reader

req: yes | wc: 1.87k | cw: nsfw, size difference, praise kink, biting, blood, dirty talk, belly bulging | minors dni

anon: Hi! I was hoping I could get a smut for chuuya if you could make it kinda of a part two from the other chuuya fic u have and if u can could u add a size kink and a praise kink if so thank you so much!

a/n: you thought the demon was a himbo, ha!

"You know these don't tend to last long." You send the man pushing you against the wall a wink, making sure he knows you're still top. Chūya chuckles in response.

"I'm prepared for that." Chūya gives you a smirk. You don't know it, but he doesn't mean it. He hopes it is only your sheer amount of power that attracts him to you, but he knows it's not true. He really isn't that keen on having this be a one time thing. He rather it be a long, loving relationship, keep it lasting for as long as he can; if he has to teach you commitment, he will.

You raise an eyebrow for a minute, judging his composure. "Mkay.. good. You need me to lift you, though? You're quite a way down."

Chūya huffs and rolls his eyes. With you, he's heard something along those lines about a million times. He can't control his height and he certainly can't control yours. Jeez, it's as if you were a giant. If you and him stood next to each other, he'd look like a child, not that he was that much taller than a child anyway.

"Oh shut up with that… but yes." As much as he didn't want to admit it, even though it was very clear, he couldn't kiss you from 'all the way down there'.

"Thought so." It's the shit eating grin on your face that makes him regret this. "Hold on to the horns will ya? You'll need the support."

"Doesn't bother ya?" Chūya asks, doing so anyway. They feel rather tough, like how he imagined crocodile scales to feel. Your wings, on the other hand, weren't as he'd imagined them to be. They felt like leather, despite the fact they looked like rubber. He couldn't fathom how hot they'd be in summer.

You shake your head, in turn moving his arms. "Nah. Anyway, what do you think about the fangs?" You momentarily open your mouth wider to show him. "Would you rather I don't bite you or I do?" They're not as sharp as say, a vampire or a werewolf, but they could definitely puncture.

"Maybe test them first?" You know, what he meant was that you bite his finger, or something, not his neck. It definitely stung, but it hadn't punctured. He was sure if you hadn't controlled your strength, he'd bleed. He hissed at the pain. Though it was nothing he couldn't handle, you'd taken him by surprise.

"My bad, precious." That was a new nickname. "What do you think? Did you like it? No judge if you're into it." The mention of a biting link made him think of some past lover with said kink. It sort of made him jealous.

"What if I find your sweet spot? Would that persuade you?" You bite his neck, finding the spot that made him moan. "Knew it. They're usually there." He hated the way you rubbed your past lovers in his face. In time, he'd make you forget. He was sure of that.

"Well?"

"Okay.."

"Would you look at that?" Chūya couldn't focus on anything right now, the pleasure, and pain, was too much. You would pester him for how long he took to adjust for sure. "I'm balls deep in you and I can actually see it." He hadn't registered that first part until now.

He looked down to see his stomach clearly bulging. He laughed at the sight of it. You were really a giant, in more ways than one. It was kind of.. hot though. The size difference was already turning him on, at this point it was a lot.

"Sexy." You remark, licking your lips. If it weren't for your dick, he would want that tongue in him.. again. "Can you even talk right now?"

Chūya chuckles, fixing you with a playful look before pulling you down by the horns. "Of course I can." He whispers in your ear.

"Good." You move the slightest bit, though to him it felt more than that, which urges a moan from his throat. "Although I'd like to see you try when I fuck you with no mercy."

Chūya is flustered to no end, but as the competitive guy he is, he can't just back down, even with your dick inside of him. "Is that what you say to everybody? 'Fuck you with no mercy'? How about 'fuck you 'till you're begging for hell?'"

You smirk, shaking your head to mess with his arms. His hands were surely indented with the pattern of your horns by now. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Are you ready now?" You were going to nag him about the time, just like he'd predicted. "You've been sitting on it for so long you could call it cockwarming. But maybe you're into that, haven't discussed the deets just yet."

"What can I do?" You laugh. "Your dick is big, you said so yourself."

"Then the details. What do you like?"

"P-Praise." He's a little nervous to admit it, what with the fact he acts like a tough cookie. He had to build up some courage for this moment.

You shift a bit as you think about it. All of a sudden, you start moving slowly. It's still quite a bit painful for Chūya, but your praise makes up for it. "You're doing good, baby." Your rough voice along with the way you grip his hips with your claws sends chills down his spine. "Just a bit more."

You chuckle, toying with the idea in your mind. You thrust a bit more, barely even containing yourself with how horny you are, before stopping to ask. "Like that?"

He had bitten his lips to keep his moans from coming out; he'd nearly drawn blood "Yeah, yeah, just like that." If his eyes weren't shut so tightly he'd be so much more flustered by the look you're giving him.

"Think you're ready yet?" The impatience was clear in your voice.

"Mm, yeah."

Your thrusts are slow at first, as a precaution. It was a wonder how you hadn't started going fast, though. You'd been in him for so long without moving that the impatience and anticipation were building up.

"You can go faster now." You smile, but you don't speed up, which confuses him. He was sure you wanted more, so why didn't you give him more?

"How much faster?" It's only now that he realizes it's a cheeky grin. 

Your sultry eyes seem to enchant him, making him unable to think properly; well, that and the thrusting. "I don't know."

"My terms, then." He doesn't like the sound of that. Luckily, you catch onto his uneasy look in time to reassure him, but your words don't do much. "Don't worry, you'll be just fine."

There's no warning after that. Your thrusts are quick and hard, just how you like them though only a little less than normal. After all, you'd gotten from, say, a 1 to a 7. Since when did you start calling your thrusts like a vibrator?

"You're doing good, baby!" He didn't know why, he did but he didn't know now, but he thought you'd sound more sarcastic.

His grip on your horns loosen and his arms feel weak. Just how vulnerable did you make him feel? He couldn't hold back from letting out a loud, high-pitched moan. It caused you to laugh, which he hated since he knew you were about to tease him. "High-pitched, just for me?"

He rolled his eyes at you, maybe a little bit because of pleasure, responding just as quick. "I mean you– oh! Holy shit!" He was interrupted by his own moans.

"What was that you were going to say?"

"Straying from– ah shit! Shit shit shit!" He repeated. That chuckle of yours made him realize you'd been hitting him hard on purpose to tease him. "Straying far from," He stops himself from moaning by biting his lips momentarily. "p-praise here."

You almost pout when he finishes his sentence, but you nod. "Right, sorry, precious~" You basically purr. “You’re taking my cock so well. Are you ready for more?”

“What?” You’d only just changed pace, so why would you- “Ah! Fuck me..” You hadn’t even given him time to answer, and you didn’t mean to either. This pace was the fastest, and roughest, Chūya had ever felt before, and god, did he love it. He could barely even form words, apart from curse words that were oh so familiar. The only thing that left his mouth were moans and he couldn’t even bite his lips.

“Mm, can’t talk anymore?” You weren’t really good at praise, were you? Well, it was new to you, since most of your lovers turned masochists at the sight of you. You didn’t make them, they just did. smug hoe

His arms, tired and a little sore, fall from your horns and grip your wings, which are wrapped around him. It causes you to hiss, but it’s a mere feeling in the back of your head from all the pleasure you’re getting. “Careful with those, darl.” You say with a chuckle. “You can’t break them in your state right now, but they still hurt.”

“S-Sorry.” He manages to say, continuing with moans afterward. They’re high pitched, most of them, as much as he tries to at least make them a little lower. 

“Oh? A word?” Your smirk is as much a nightmare as it is a dream. He wants to punch it off your face but also kiss it off your lips. “Right, right, praise. You take me in so well~” Chūya just barely manages a laugh.

“Ah, fuck!” Chūya shouts. He can feel himself getting closer and closer.

You smirk, moving to his neck, kissing and nipping. Your fangs sting his neck everytime you bite down, but you make sure to control yourself. Though sooner or later you’ll bite him and draw blood, it’s only inevitable.

“Go on, baby. Come loose for me, let me feel your seed on my abs.” You move to his ear, whispering and licking the lobe. 

Your words are what sends him over the edge of bliss. His seed spills all over the both of you, which is a turn on for sure; it moves with his constantly bulging belly. 

You close your eyes when you feel yourself coming closer. Instinctively, you move to his neck, giving him a harsh bite, which makes Chūya groan. You couldn’t control yourself from not biting him, even when his neck is already littered with other marks. Blood drips from the wound, two small holes.

It’s only when you go over the edge that you apologize. You move off of him, pulling him on top of you instead. He snuggles into your body, hissing in pain. “Sorry.” You move your wings to wipe the blood away.

“It’s fine… well, not really, but eh.”

You chuckle, keeping one wing on the wound and the other over the top of you. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

The promise of another time is reassuring, whether it be sexual or not, though he rather it be a date. He likes to know he has a little bit of a chance.

[toxicbubblegum212]

Bowers gang ~ The house party ~ Part 7

Hey guys check out my masterlist all other parts are linked in here (click me)

(Time skip the car ride was gonna be pretty boring anyway ok!)

*You get out the trans am to be greeted by booming music, cheering and bright lights....*

Victor: Ha wait till you get inside.. *Victor pinches your cheek before grabbing you hand as your walk towards the house with the rest of the gang*

Y/n: *You peer over at Victor, the colourful lights clashed against his skin. Outlining all his features...his hair shone bright. He really was handsome...you couldn't help but notice the more you stare.*

Victor: *looks back at you* Haha your a cute one.. *smiles a big goofy grin*

Patrick: Don't hog her Blondie... *Patrick snakes an arm around your waist*

Victor: There's nothing wrong with harmless flirting!!!

Patrick: Then you won't mind if i keep her the rest of the night... *smirks*

Henry: Shut the fuck up, listen up you hoe...you keep you legs shut! I don't wanna see u hooking in any other guys!!!

Y/n: DON'T CALL ME A FUCKING WHORE HENRY! YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME!

Henry: What did you just say!

Y/n: You heard me! My names Y/N don't refer me to anything god damn else...

*you stood tall and strong, you might be stuck with this group but your certainly not taking this kinda treatment.*

Henry: Oh yeah then prove me fucking wrong!

*you finally reached the door, beer cups, bottles, clothing, underwear...it was every where on just the front lawn alone. Belch knocks on the door*

Becky: Oooo well if it isn't the bowers gang *bites lip seductively looking at each member*

Patrick: Well hellooo Becky...long time no see

Becky: It's been too long...come in..we ALL want to have fun...*she sends a menacing glare at you*

Henry: *stays quite and makes the first step into the house*

*you peer over noticing a group of girls all bunched up, ridiculously high skirts, cleavage and all.You were so disgusted by these girls right now...u swear they just have no shame*

Stacy: Ooohh Henry I miss u *she moans cat calling him*

Henry: Keep your shitty STD's to yourself Stacey..

Lorie: Vicky baby come back i'm sorry for what i did, i still want you..

Victor: *looks down at you* y/n please make sure to keep your distance from her...she's bad news.

Y/n: Ok..i will

Victor: Promise me y/n...

Y/n: Fine, Fine don't pester me *you lightly punch his arm giggling*

Sara: Belch did you miss me in maths class!

Belch:....

Sara: AAArgh YOU ALL NO FUN, ALL OF YOU WITH THAT NEW FUCKNG WHORE!!!

Y/n: WHAT THE FUCK YOU SAY BITCH!!

Victor: Y/n please, not now its way to early into the night!

Y/n: Victor!!! *you growl*

Victor: Y/n! She's not worth it, deal with her later and having fun now with us..

Belch: Im sorry Y/n its my fault she lashed out at you...

Y/n: It's fine i'll deal with the skank later.

Patrick: *bites lip* I think i like this new kind of feisty.

*By this time Henry has made his way over to a couch set off to the side of the room. It was obviously his spot as no one else was there and there was enough space for the whole gang*

Belch: *snags 2 bottles of beer* Cheers Henry *he pops em giving one to Henry*

Patrick: Belch man wheres mine...

Belch: fine *hands his drink to patrick who's happily sitting next to Henry eyeing up other guests.*

Y/n: *you next to Henry*

Henry: *smirks* are enjoy the night life baby doll

Y/n: Oh now your playing "nice guy"

Henry: Don't get snotty, there are many girls that would love to take your place. *he places a hand on your thigh*

Y/n: Your the one being cocky..

Henry: Well you saw all the girls by the door way.

Y/n: yeah half drunk and high

Henry: doesn't matter i could have any girl here

Y/n: Accept for me *smirks*

Henry: Don't tease me baby doll *leans in bitting your bottom lip before turning away*

Y/n: *pouts at the lack of attention*

Patrick: Did you like that *bites and licks ear lobe*

Y/n: Patrick how did you get- *your face is bright red*

Henry: *kisses your ear pulling your thigh to the side*

Y/n: Henry! wha-

Patrick: *starts running his hand through your inner thighs

Belch: Oi you two, we can do that stuff later..god just enjoy the party

Victor: Why do you too always have to leave me out!

Patrick: You hog her enough!

*Henry and Patrick loosen there grips and give you some space*

Y/n: *you let out a sigh of relief* im-m gonna-a get some punch real quick..

Patrick: Looks what we did to here Henry

*both them smugly smirk*

Henry: We'll finish this later doll face

[miyaniacs]

The sinfully sweet heart series 🥵🥵🥵 love them so much!! Plzzz do daichi next if you make another one!!

OKAY sooo Part uhm?? 6 ! 

(pt. 1,  pt. 2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.5 )

masterlist ; smau 

Daichiiiii time - this will be longer since I got 3 request for him 

and its 2am rn and I can't do another one and this one is kinda trashy tho:( I’m sorry:c  (Tendou, Akaashi, Asahi and Ukai are next just so you know who's been already requested) 

DAICHI 

ok hear me out - this guy wont get it that you got a crush on him 

HE WONT 

He always thinks that you’re just nice to him because you're nice to everyone?

but no hny. no. 

 still he likes you but he thinks is just one sided 

he still really appreciates you helping with the VB Club even if you at first seem scared of the others 

rn you’re helping a friend at their birthday party 

and yes Daichi, Sugawara, Kageyama and Hinata are there too 

you still don't know how Hinata managed to get Kageyama here

ANYWAYS 

3 hours in and you haven't had a proper break 

its your besties Birthday. so she shouldn’t have to worry about organising everything so you're doing it rn 

during your 5 minutes break you sink down next to Hinata and Sugawara 

“y/n you should have some fun too” Hinata says

“I know, but I want (besties name) to have fun.” you sigh 

“you’re sometimes way too nice for your own good” Sugawara says and pets your head 

“HEY GURL!!!” one of your male friends screams and walks over to you 

yes he's gay af ( sorry I was on the phone with one of my gay friends who's just like this and also hoe so I took some inspiration there ) 

“BABY” you scream and throw yourself in his arms 

“YOU look EXHAUSTED - lets dance” and you're dragged to the dance floor. 

“hey wasn't that y/n?” Daichi asks and walks over to the others together with Kageyama bringing some drinks 

“yessss, but you were too late” Hinata laughs 

you were currently dancing normally with your friends and you know, just warming up 

the songs switches and you warmed up exactly for this 

Work - Rihanna feat. Drake 

SOO his arms are wrapped around your body and you to begin to sway to the song 

after a few seconds you really FEEL the song and you turn around 

annd  hny you go DOWN 

moving your pretty booty up and down while being in this squat position that doesn't even hurt when you dance 

and why not spice things up and do some twerking right at his crotch 

and yes he's a hoe so he's into it 

“AYY GIRL COME GET ITTTTT”

he’s gay af so you don't need to worry about anything 

Daichi hears your friend scream this and turns around to look at you 

and his mouth drops open and he spills his drink 

sorry I had to insert the gif 

THE THINGS HES IMAGINING IN HIS HEAD 

Hinata’s laughing like crazy 

“Daichi why are you all red?” Kageyama asks 

RED OH FUCK FUCK FUCK 

he panics 

but cant take his eyes off of you 

you’re still being your stripper level self having fun with your friend, grinding on moving your hands up and down your body ( you know the “Wheres my phone move”) 

“its just really hot in here rn” he laughs awkwardly 

the song finished and you walk back to them 

“Hey Daichiii you’re also here!” you smile and hug him 

lol the alc and your dancing took away your shyness 

but not his shyness lol 

“what’s wrong? why are you so stiff? Don't you feel good?” You already start worrying 

“nooo don't worry  I'm good it’s just hot in here” he laughs and scratches his head 

AND THEN FATE HAPPENS AND 

Nellys - Hot in Here starts 

“OMG - Lets danceee!” you scream and drag him with you 

“y/N i - I don't know if-” 

“NO NOOOOO PLSSS” you pout 

how could he say no now 

AND HE’S IN FOR A RIDE 

you’re facing him, having fun, moving your hips, slightly bend over

you’re sweating and biting your lip 

now he's not shy anymore and Captain Daichi is here 

he grabs your hips and pulls you closer 

your arms now around his neck 

body rolling and rubbing your crotch against his 

then turning around pressing your booty against him 

and hell yes he was enjoying this

Suga -  meanwhile - was busy putting Hinatas and Kageyamas attention everywhere but at the dance floor ( rip Suga ✊🏼)

the song sadly endend and you both realise what you two DID 

and now your two tomatoes yey

awkwardly walking back to the other Daichi decides to ask you out on a date tomorrow. 

he was tomato but a happy one 

Until they arrive and HINATA points something out

“Daichi, why do your pants throw wrinkles?”

“Did they got tight all of sudden?” Kageyama comments confused 

Sugawara is now just like : OK FUCK THIS SHIT I’M OUT 

now daichi and your are all 😀😀😀 fuck 

He’s not sure about asking about the date anymore now 

but your were like: ok well damn it’s ride or die now

and I mean RIDE 😉

“we can leave and I’ll help you?”

and switch turned again 

tomato is away captain daddy is back 

“I knew you weren't the type to start something you couldn't finish” he smirks 

and you two leave  

and Kageyama and Hinata are like : ??? tf happed ??? and look over to Sugawara 

he’s like : 🙂🙂🙂 if Daichi wont kill her tonight I will have to murder both of them 🙂🙂🙂

the END 

[7-wonders]

(micheal bc I'm a hoe) micheal has a breeding kink and he thinks you're not into it. but you *are* and you break during sex and beg him to breed you and it turns into the hottest session ever.

damn you really are trying to kill me

//

Engaging in a relationship with Michael Langdon, the sensual, enigmatic man who had come to your Outpost to judge who was worthy of living in the Sanctuary, had awakened a side of you that you weren’t aware even existed. You were free to explore who you were without all the bullshit rules from the world before the apocalypse. Michael freed you, in a sense, from the box the society had forced you into.

Even after you had found out he was the Antichrist (a complete accident, the result of walking into his office and seeing his pitch black eyes as shadows danced in the dark room and he spoke in tongues), you continued to grow closer to him. For better or for worse, you were in love with him. A part of you hated yourself for falling for the fucking Antichrist so quickly; a couple of weeks is all it took for Michael to have you in his grasp. 

Another part of exploration in your relationship was sexually as well as emotionally. With Michael, you could learn all about the kinks you didn’t know you were repressing, and you had the feeling Michael was learning things about himself, as well. The one kink that you were terrified of sharing, however, turned out to be your biggest kink. It was embarrassing to admit that the idea of becoming pregnant with Michael’s child immediately got you wet, and you were sure that Michael would make fun of you if he were to ever find out.

It’s late in the evening, which means that Michael’s free to do whatever he wills to you and your body. You’re on your hands and knees for him as he takes you from behind, one of his hands wrapped tightly in your hair as the other grips your hip. You’re so lost in each and every sensation: the immense amounts of pleasure, the sweat slicking down your bodies, the burn as your walls accommodate Michael’s length. You’re drunk on the oxytocin and endorphins your body is releasing, resulting in a loose tongue that says the words you’ve been hiding.

“Michael,” you gasp, “make me yours. Fill me. Breed me. Give me your heir.”

Michael stills inside of you for a second, making your face burn with shame as you attempt to stutter out apologies. Suddenly, you’re on your back, Michael remaining inside of you as his eyes, dark with lust, burn into yours. 

“What did you say?” he nearly growls out, chest rumbling against yours. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have--” you’re cut off by Michael pulling out slowly before slamming his length back into you harshly.

“Say it again,” he commands.

“Breed me, Michael. Fill me with your seed so that I can be the vessel to usher new life into your father’s world.” His rhythm is harsh, your words punctuated by gasps and moans. “Let me--oh--let me carry your child.”

“Fuck, I’m close.” His hips snap against yours, the harsh sound of skin on skin echoing through the room. Locking your ankles around his hips, you force him to bury himself deeper inside of you.

“Do it. Cum inside me, fuck a baby into me.” 

One thrust, then another, and finally one more, before Michael’s cumming with a long, deep groan. You throw your head back at the indescribable feeling of Michael’s cum filling you, your walls still clenching around him as your body tries to work itself over the edge. Even in the throes of his own pleasure, Michael’s acutely aware of yours. He begins to rub at your clit fiercely, not stopping until your eyelids are fluttering and you’re practically screaming his name.

Michael rolls off of you, pulling you onto his chest as you both come down from your highs. Your heart flutters at the softness of a man who is anything but soft, his long fingers stroking through your hair. 

“Was that...okay?” Michael asks hesitantly, unsure of if that was too much for you.

“That was amazing, Michael. I didn’t even mean for that to slip out, but I’m glad it did.”

“If I would have known this was one of your fantasies, angel, then I would have indulged you far sooner.”

“And now that you do know?” you ask teasingly.

“Now that I do know, I have all the more reason to believe you’re just what I’ve been searching for.”

//

Literally tagging some of my internet friends bc this is kinda a lot @ccodyfern @divinelangdon @lvngdvns

[antigenius]

Aaaaah your skincare hc 💜 i'm dealing with some really bad acne rn and reading that was amazing. Can you write skincare hcs for 1a girls too? (And also the best girl hatsume mei if it's not too much) 💖

OMIGOD FIRST REQUEST BSDJJRJTJ YOU GOT IT BBY LETS GO-

Toru:

I got her hcs while I was in the shower coincidentally enough.

Okay surprisingly for someone who you can't see, she really REALLY cares about her looks. It's really sad but she's actually super insecure despite being invisible

Loves any sort of face mask that has animals or cute things on it!! Cute, cute, cute!! She especially loves those little fruit shaped masks that you slap on different parts of your face like hgsvgbd please-

Actually has really oily skin, which is purely the cause of her insecurities. Someone please compliment this girl on her skin for gosh sakes-

Uses foam and oil cleansers to gently try and control her acne. Then uses a really light daycream with included sun protection when it's both day and night. She uses it at night because she gets scared that her night cream will be too much for her face. Better to go lighter.

OH MY GOD SHE LOVES HOT SPRINGS. P L E A S E. She enjoyed the camp so much because it made her pores open up and made it easier to clean!!

Uses those peel off pore masks on her nose, chin and upper lip. Hurts her sometimes, you can usually see her cry a bit when she takes them off.

Uses tweezers to clean up her eyebrows and upper lip. Hurts a lot, but she manages. Puts aloe vera after.

Detoxing is important! Sometimes she goes on a vegan diet for a week so that her acne gets a bit better. Only drinks water during that time too!

UGH GET THIS GIRL SOME PINK GRAPEFRUIT BODY SCRUB AND SHE'LL LITERALLY LOVE YOU FOREVER JUST OMG G R A P E F R U I T

In general she enjoys smelling like things you can eat! Mainly fruits, so Toru generally smells like berries or citrus.

Uses a stick deodorant that's organic. Hates the feeling of clinical deodorants.

Ajdjsjjjf acne needles? Yes. She uses them. Doesn't wanna get acne scars and this is more hygienic than actually popping pimples with your fingers. She really takes great care when it comes to her skin.

Ochaco:

Ochaco is literally me when I spent all my money on food :')

Cheap as hell. Obviously. This means CHEAP BEAUTY HACKS!

Ochaco has normal skin thankfully enough, but she does get some bad days with acne. Happens.

Cheap means you make your own stuff. Instead of buying exfoliating scrubs, Ochaco makes her own by buying oatmeal, apples, raw honey, cinnamon, and lemon juice. She puts this all in a food processor, letting it become a thick paste. Before she puts it on her face, she puts in a bit of sugar and tada!!! Smooth, soft, baby skin!

Another thing she makes is cucumber and banana ice-cubes for her dark eyebags. She grabs some cucumber, mushes it half a banana and then puts them into an ice-tray. Then whenever she has dark eyebags, she busts out these bad boys and voìla!

Is a hoe for 5 minute-crafts stuff. They're usually cheap and work for her really well, so now she heccing worships it like a g O d.

Doesn't really understand makeup? She might only use some eyeshadow and eyeliner. Possibly chapstick if she has some.

Makes her own lipscrubs though! Sugar and honey make a beautiful scrub for her lips, she rubs and licks it off happily to reveal velvet, plush lips ready for kissing! ;)

Really good at making cute diy beauty stuff!! She once made this clear lip balm that had a dry flower inside. She actually sold some! She was so proud of herself.

Oh gosh if you give Ochaco expensive Burberry Her perfume that smells sweet and sugary she will cry because she is so grateful for that. It's her FAVOURITE smell. Otherwise, she smells like faint roses.

Uses spray deodorant on hot days and stick deodorant on cold days. Spray deodorant is such a perk up when she's been sweating from training.

If there's a sale on skincare products, you'd best believe Ochaco sits there in the morning in front of the shop to get all the best stuff first. She will actually kill someone if that try and take the last item on the shelf which is on sale, especially if it's like 50% off. She'd tear some limbs. O_o

Prefers liquid soap over soap bars, but buys soap bars more often because they're cheaper and easier to stock. Just please get her some moderately priced things god this girl NEEDS PAMPERING OKAY???

Momo:

Bro you know how gay I am for this girl like dude I LOVE HER OKAY???

Completely and utterly clueless when it comes to skincare.

Never gets acne??? Like ever??? I'm so jealous it's SO UNFAIR. Does get dry skin though.

Uses those 24 carat gold face masks because they look pretty and make her face freakin GLOW LIKE A GODDESS.

Uses peel off masks, but more for dead skin. Hurts much less and she just heccing emits rays of sunlight.

Uses sunscreen a lot though. She's really prone to getting sunburnt, and she can't get a tan, which makes her kinda sad. Cancer is too scary to get a tan over.

Likes body and hand creams too much for her own good. Has a whole collection of them which all have a variety of smells and textures so her body and hands and just her skin is normally soft and silky and just hafdjskrjkt-

Has to use coffee scrubs and body oil since she has stretch marks from developing super fast. She's really insecure about it and hates that part of herself a lot tbh. Please praise her I beg you.

Loves to sit in a hot bath with rose petals. Spa treatment is all he knows about skincare really.

Has like four perfumes she normally uses. One is a sweet smelling perfume that has soft sugary notes that make you drool. The second smells like delicate roses with dewdrops from the morning mist. The second smells like berries and forests, as if you're about to pick some yourself. The last one smells like the pandan leaves with mangoes. Basically, Momo smells like paradise.

Actually loves buying cheap lip-glosses and lipsticks!! Her favourite is this shimmery golden lipgloss which changes colour depending on the light that she's in. Only uses it on very special occasions though. Otherwise, her best one is usually a moderately red lipstick or a cute red tinted lipgloss which just slightly colours her lips. Makes her lips so adorably kissable. (I'm gay for her okay shut up-)

Okay, we all know for a fact Momo be thicc. But she doesn't really like it honestly. Her thicc comes from cellulite and it's so gross to her. Uses a stiff, dry brush to move the fat around a by so she's more evened out in thiccness.

Mina:

Pink alien queen!

Acid comes out of her skin daily, this means really dry skin. Dry like sometimes peel off dry. It's really bad.

Just like Toru, really cares about skincare. Although a little less than Toru but still.

Toners are her best friends because her pores sometimes open up due to her quirk. Acid can damage them sometimes too, so mild, hydrating toners are great for skin like her's.

HAND CREAM AAAAAAAAAAA

Whilst she isn't rich enough to have a bunch of handcream like Momo, she has this specific handcream that smells like candy and marshmallows. It's. So. Good. Also makes her hands soft and silky like gahdhhd-

Cream is also a good friend of hers. Uses both night and day cream to make sure her skin stays plump and hydrated!

Uses potato slices instead of cucumbers so that her dark eyebags aren't too bad. She normally doesn't get em so this rarely happens.

Also uses lots of vanilla and almond body cream. Soft and silky skin that can make anyone want to hug her. (IM SO GAY SHUT UP)

Uses lip masks! Loves those Korean or Japanese candy ones! They really leave her lips luscious for any kisses!

Speaking about Korean and Japanese stuff, SHE ADORES THEM.

Korean stuff the most! They always provide her with great results, so they're her go to when she has a really dry day. Loves using their hydration masks!

Uses lip tattoos because she hates the feeling of lipgloss or lipstick. Plus, it doesn't leave a mark.

Mina also thicc, but she's more of a muscular thicc than fat thicc. This means she needs to use body oil to make sure her thighs and skin are tight and smooth.

She uses lasers to get rid of her hairs. Somehow her hairs are immune to her acid. She uses laser treatment to make sure she doesn't have to deal with it often. You wouldn't even know she has hair tbh because of the treatment.

Mina smells like coconuts and sea-salt with a hint of lime or mint depending on her mood. She smells like what'd you smell in a 5 star island resort as you walk on the white sandy beaches and sit in the bar watching the sunset go down on the horizon just hhh-

Feet are baby smooth?? Dunno why. They're just naturally soft and beautiful and shfhd when she rubs her feet against your legs it's so soft it's like she rubbed petals on your legs-

Speaking about petals! She loves having baths with either bubbles or petals with some candles to calm down. Definitely after a hard day of training!! Don't disturb!

Tsu:

I CAN'T DO MUCH FOR TSU IM SORRY

Tsu literally doesn't use skin items at all.

She has a normal skin type and also never gets acne somehow???? Like bro hecc tell me your ways.

She's not clueless about it like Momo, but she just has no use for it since her skin's just kinda perfect like hello what-

She is a frog though, so she really need that moisture!! Jacuzzi baths are like her favourite thing.

Ooh, also really likes those clay masks! That's the only skincare item she actually uses to be real with y'all.

Okay okay hear me out though, Tsu is a hoe for those kiddie slime baths. Like I'm not even kidding she loves it so hecking much but she would never admit it in any lifetime.

Also really loves it if you get her a whole big bag of those resin pellets that turn into those little jelly balls and she just goes into a bath of those??? Gosh yes paradise hecc

Smells like a dewy forest with hints of citrus and earthy tones. She's got that scent that's really unique and like you can walk by with a blindfold and point her out by smell alone.

Oops by the way she really enjoys having cucumbers on her eyes. She has natural eyebags, so she normally counters it with both cucumber and potato slices.

There's a secret tradition that runs in her family to get rid of wrinkles. They steam a small, knobbly hand towel with warm water and then rub it in circular motions on their face slowly going upwards. Works really heccing well.

Honestly, Tsu doesn't really care about her looks. Skincare or makeup for her is just an additional bother that she has to deal with.

Her skin is never pruney. Makes sense why though.

Mei:

Eyy because you asked so nicely! Tbh to me Camie from Shiketsu is best girl but like okay Mei is qt-

She's always covered in grime and dirt, so she actually gets acne daily. She just has really great skin routines!

Has a combination skin type, her forehead is the oiliest compared with the rest of her far though. Yuck.

When she stops tinkering (haha when does she do that-), she immediately goes and washes her face with an oil face wash. It helps properly cleanse her pores from all the grime and dirt that was on her face.

Sometimes, she has a really grimy day, so she uses a harsh clay wash just to make sure EVERYTHING IS OUT. Then uses a hydrating toner and a very light daycream!

Exfoliates every two weeks to make sure her skin isn't gross. Skin cells need to turn over every two weeks, so she makes sure she does that or she'll literally have pimples scattered on her forehead.

Is a popper. She hates seeing pimples and immediately pops them on site with some gloves. Then puts a miniscule dab of antiseptic cream so that it don't come back and spread.

Mei smells like petrol. Literally. When she stays out of the lab for a week though, she actually smells like caramel and cotton candy.

Has calluses on her from tinkering so much. She doesn't like it. Please trace and caress them gently and she'll love you.

She uses body oil because it feels more normal than body cream. Can lead her to being clumsy because she sometimes sloshes it on her body and then she has to wait a while before she can actually do things.

Salt block. Hates deodorant. Masks the smell of grime in the lab and she LIVES for that smell.

Uses charcoal face masks to relax and detox. Helps her think of her next baby to create as well, so bonus!

Likes going to those floating pods. They're really relaxing and make her feel at ease in the world.

Bubble baths are a no no. She had a really bad experience with them once when she tried to make a bubble telescope and put it to her eye. Let's just say she used to be able to see farther…

She enjoys using lipgloss though! Her lips smell like cake or cookie dough even though they're normally coloured in a neutral pink or a soft red. Even tastes like strawberries and cream.

Takes hecking great care of her hands. Her hands are meticulously the most gorgeous part of her. They're soft, velvety, and while they are callused, it only adds to its perfections and they're just so stunningly manicured and she does it all by herself like oh my god her hands are just bdbdkfgjfk-

Since anon has some bad acne, I actually have some advice since I myself care a heck ton about my skin.

Oil based face wash goes incredibly well with a foam cleanser. Using both gets rid of all the dirt, oil, makeup and residue in your pores. Best stuff and keeps me clear.

EXFOLIATE PLEASE!! Get one of those cute exfoliating scrubs or literally make the one Ochaco uses. They're really important to do because your dead skin cells can cause more acne and bumps.

When you have bad acne, I suggest using only light daycreams after you wash your face because night creams can be too much. Also use a nice organic toner so that your pores are tight and can't get much dirt or gross things during the day/night.

Charcoal is the best face mask for detoxing and decreasing oil levels. But don't use it when you have pimples. It can actually cause more pimples to come because you're stripping your ace of the natural oils it needs.

That said, make sure to wash your face at least twice a day! Thrice is okay too, but four is too much. Make sure to moisturise immediately after too!

Sunscreen is so important. Get yourself a face cream that has at least an SPF of 30. Please. Cancer is real and the sun's rays can make you seem to age faster.

Woof, that was a loooot. Next time, please be specific with characters anon! I didn't mind, but I normally only do about 3 characters. I'm not doing much yet so this is cool but yeah. Thank you so much for requesting though and ACKEJKRKN YOU'RE A CUTIE ILY THANK YOU FOR LOVING MY WORK!!

I also realised I missed out Jiro T_T I might edit her in later but really I found her and Tsu the hardest to talk about skincare with because they're my really girls who care about how they look. They're just cuties.

[gothsung]

Red string of fate |Han Jisung|

Hanxreader Soulmate! AU

"When will I ever find my soulmate" the young girl whined and she twirled the string on her right pinky.

"I don't know... now get out of my room because you are annoying me." The older girl said.

"Well you should be thankful for my presence I have blessed you with!" The younger pouted.

"Alright, whatever just get out." The older said dismissively as her younger sister exited the room. She was currently working on a painting she had been working on for almost 2 days already. This painting was of a guy she had seen in her dreams. She theorizes that this may be her soulmate so she decided to paint him for the heck of it. She had painted him like a portrait, surrounded by nature. Sunflowers were in the corners of the painting and the rest of the background was just a simple landscape. She was almost done finishing off his hair when her phone rang. She sighed, put down her brush and picked up her phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey Y/n. I'm bored and I wanna go shopping... and I kinda don't wanna go alone... because you know. Yeah... Can you please go with me?" Her friend, Hyunjin asked her.

"Well I mean... I guess. I am working on a painting right now so I will go ahead and get ready after I finish. I just need one more thing to add to it so I will be done shortly. I'll text you when i'm ready" Y/n answered.

"Okay. Thank you you are honestly a life saver."

"Alright, welp i guess I'll see you then Hyuhyu"

"Yup, bye y/n/n" they both ended their calls. Y/n picked up her brush and began adding the last touches to her painting. When she finished, she sat up from her seat and went to her closet. She chose to wear a plaided yellow button up shirt that fit her pretty lose, a white shirt underneath, and black skinny jeans and the button up was tucked inside her jeans. She then went on to put on some simple make up and a simple necklace. She went with some simple black combat boots and she was finally ready. She then texted Hyunjin.

(Ignore the top focus on the bottom)

She ran downstairs and waited in the living room for Hyunjjn. "Hey mom, I'm gonna go with Hyunjin to the mall". She said to her mom who was in the kitchen.

"Oh, okay have fun!" Her mom said. The doorbell then rang. Y/n went to the door, knowing it was Hyunjin.

"Sup loser" Hyunjin said to the shorter girl.

"Sup hoe. Now let's go to the mall." Y/n saidn as she exited the house. They both headed to Hyunjin's car that was parked in the drive way. We both entered the car and started heading to the mall. The ride was full of talking about Got7, EXO, and soulmate talk.

"Wait. What if I meet my soulmate at the mall..." Y/n added to the conversation.

"Well I mean it's possible. I mean I met Seungmin at school, which is the least romantic thing possible, so the mall is definitely more romantic than a prison that just forces students to memorize answers from an old text book."

"Oof. You right" they both then just began to talk about random stuff. Hyunjin parked the car when they got to the mall and both headed inside.

"Let's go to Forever 21!" Hyunjin said excitedly as he dragged Y/n to the store.

"SKSKS calm your man tiddies Hyuhyu!" Y/n said as her friend dragged her. Hyunjin looked through all the clothes and found nothing. "These clothes are very shitty." Hyunjin said.

"They are as shitty as your attitude..." Y/n said under her breath.

"Fuck you too bitch" Hyunjin said. They bothe left the store and looked for more stores to shop at. "Come on! This is a great place to take a picture!" Hyunjin said as he dragged his friend to a mural painted wall. He handed her his phone and he posed. They stopped the mini photo shoot and continued walking around the mall. They went to Hot Topic, a Anime store, a K-pop store, chocolate store, some more clothes stores and they went ahead and took some aesthetic pictures.

"Hyuhyu! Let's go to that one music store! I want a new guitar. The one I have is like 10 years old." Y/n said.

"Alright you nerd." He said. They both walked to the music store. Y/n was browsing through the guitars and Hyunjin was on his phone texting Seungmin. Y/n then felt a tug on her right pinky where her string was at.

"Hyuhyu? Is it normal to feel a tug on your string?" Y/n asked her friend.

"I don't know I mean me and Seungmin just bumped into each other on accident and boom! Romance blossomed" Hyunjin said, still on his phone.

"Oh... okay..." Y/n said. She got curious as the tugging continued and she followed her string. The string began growing smaller at every step she took. The next thing she knew she was right beside the guy in her dreams. He looked down on her with a shocked expression.

"Uh... hi. I'm Y/n" Y/n said awkwardly.

"Oh. Umm... I'm Ham, I mean Han. Han Jisung." The boy said nervously. They were both silent for a while, looking at their connected string. "So... um... we soulmates i guess." Jisung said to her.

"Haha... yeah..." Y/n laughed awkwardly. They stood there in silence again. Both teenagers were blushing and a bit awkward with each other.

"So... uh, you wanna go for a coffee sometime??" Jisung asked, breaking the silence.

"Uh, yeah. Oh wait, you need my number right?"

"Yeah I will kind of be needing that" Jisung laughed nervously. They both gave each other their numbers. Hyunjin looked at the two newfound lovers from a distance, snapping pictures and sending them to his boyfriend.

"WOOH! MY BESTIE GONNA BE GETTING THAT D TONIGHT!" Hyunjin screamed in the store, causing people to stare at him. Y/n cringed at his statement. "I'm sorry I don't know him." She said to Jisung.

"It's fine" Jisung laughed. 'Oh no... his laugh is cute' Y/n thought.

"Well... uh... I kinda gotta go look at the guitars so I guess I'll talk to you later?" Y/n said.

"Oh you play the guitar?" Jisung asked. Y/n nodded to his question. "I do too! I could help you look for one. Of you don't mind, of course."

"I don't mind. I needed help with picking the guitar anyways." Both Y/n and Han walked to the guitars. She talked about what guitar she had in mind and Jisung suggested some while gesturing to the guitar he was talking about. Y/n finally chose on a guitar and went ahead a bought it with a case (of course). Hyunjin watched them from a distance, already creating a ship name and fanfiction.

"Well it was really nice meeting you Jisung. Thank you for helping me with my guitar." Y/n said, as she and Hyunjin were about to leave for the day.

"Yeah, no problem. It was really nice meeting you too. Is there any day you are free for the coffee date?" Jisung asked.

"Umm... well tomorrow I am free. Is tomorrow fine?"

"Yup. Tomorrow is perfectly fine. I guess I'll see you then?"

"Mhm! Definitely tomorrow. Well, I gotta go, Hyunjin can be kind of impatient at times. See you!" Y/n said, as she walked away from Jisung with Hyunjin two steps ahead of her.

"Tomorrow?! Jisung asked/screamed as Y/n left. Y/n then turned around and began walking backwards.

"Tomorrow!" She yelled back at him.

"Okay! See you Tomorrow!" Jisung yelled again. She giggled at his previous actions and turned the other way (she was previously walking backwards)

"He's a keeper" Hyunjin said, while he was on his phone.

"I know"

Part 2??

[tastingmellow]

Stereotypes

A/N: Fourth part of this series! One more to go! Thank you for the amazing feedback and love. Remember, if you wanna be tagged you have to comment and let me know!

Warning: Fluff! Some Violence! This is really gonna be my favorite part.

Word Count: You guess right, i don't know

Disclaimer: Gif Not Mine

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"Erik!" You yelled out, your voice ringing out through his apartment. Your bare feet padded against the hard wood of the floor as you made your way into the kitchen. You lightly adjusted the adjusted Erik's shirt that loosely covered your otherwise bare body.

"What's up?" He replied as you entered his kitchen, being greeted with the view of his bare back as he cooked over the stove. Your eyes traveled down, an eyebrow lifting and a smirk appearing as you landed on his black boxer briefs tightly hugging his waist and ass.

"Heyyy, baby..." You spoke lowly while slinking your way over to him. You lightly bit your lip before smacking his ass, making him pause before turning around to stare at you, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you looked up at him. "Okay, Y/N. You gon' have to stop that shit." He spoke before turning back around.

You laughed, hugging him from behind as you pressed your lips between his shoulder blades. "Sorry, Thickems." You giggled as he huffed before letting him go and hopping onto the counter beside him.

"I'm done, I swear. But look, I wanted to ask you something." You spoke, catching Erik's attention as you lightly swung your feet. He cut off the stove and stood between your legs, his arms engulfing your waist and pulling you closer. "You seem nervous, if you wanna try anal just- OW!" He yelped, rubbing his chest as you punched him, your face frowned up as he laughed.

"Okay, baby. I'm done, I swear. What's on your mind?" He spoke, rubbing your thick thighs as you sighed. "We've been together for four months and I was thinking...it's time to meet the family." You spoke slowly as Erik looked at you.

It was quiet for a moment beford you heard him chuckling. "What's so funny, Erik?" He shook his head, laughing a little harder before leaning up and pecking your lips. "I'm just laughing at the fact you were really nervous." He spoke before laughing hysterically.

You rolled your eyes, shoving him off before beginning to walk away. Erik jogged after you, grabbing your waist and pulling you back into hid hard chest. "Wait, wait. Listen, Princess, if you really want me to meet them I will. And yes, I will be on my best behavior." Erik leaned forward, kissing your forehead as you smiled and hugged him.

"So, when am I meeting them, next week?" Erik inquired, walking back to the stove. "Tomorrow, at the barbeque." You spoke before rushing to his room and closing the door. "Y/N, WHAT?!"

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"Erik, you're only meeting my mom, brother, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, and cousins. Not even all of them." You spoke as you applied your lip gloss. You pushed your long box braids over your shoulder before leaning over and taking Erik's face in your hands as he lightly chewed his lip. "They're going to love you, now come." You stepped out of the car, smoothing out your knee length, floral, yellow sundress before making your way to the backyard of your older brother's house, Erik in tow.

You turned around, not being surprised at the sight of Erik admiring you, from the box braids to the cute wedges you wore. "You sure we can't just get back in the car for 10 minutes, you look damn good, baby." He spoke, eyes raking over you as you rolled your eyes, holding in a smile.

You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the gate, opening it before being met with the sight of kids running around, your aunts and mom dancing, your couins laughing with your brothers and your uncles playing cards.

The sound of the creaking gate caught your mom's attention and she squealed. "There's my baby!" She exclaimed, catching the attention of every one else. Your mom wrapped you in your arms, hugging you tightly as your brother rushed over, nearly pushing each other down.

"Look at big head, growing up!" Your oldest brother, Darren yelled as he reached out and wrapped you in his arms, your other three brothers caging you in a group hug. You giggled, breaking away from all of them as you turned and grabbed Erik's hand. "Hey guys, this is my boyfriend! Erik meet my mom, Elisa. My oldest bro Darren, Second oldest James, Third is Kenan, and last but not least is Dominic."

Your mom engulfed Erik in a hug before leaning to you, "Wow, he looks even bettee in person." You giggled and turned to your brothers, all of them staring him down. Your second oldest took a step forward, eyeing Erik before turning to his brothers.

"Oh, this the dude mom's been telling us about, I think she liked him more than you sis." He chucklee before reaching his hand out, "I'm James. You can call me J though, I hear you been taking good care of our little sister."

Erik chuckled as he shook his hand, looking to you. "Yeah, she deserves everything this world has to offer and more." He spoke dearly as you smiled, kissing his cheek as the other two youngest, oldest boys apporached, dapping him up.

Darren, however, moved back to go inside the house. You eyed him wearily before turning back to Erik who looked at you questionably. You shrugged. "Oh, boys, the family football game is about to start. Y'all should get changed!"

You squealed, turning to Erik. "Hey, what if Erik joined you guys? He's amazing, but he won't join the football team, no matter hoe many times I beg him." You roll your eyes he chuckles.

"Sound good, man! Come on, I got some clothes for you." Kenan spoke up, wrapping an arm around Erik's neck. Erik leaned over and gave you a quick kiss before making his way inside. "Meet you at the park!" You yelled as every one loaded up their cars. You reached into the pocket of your dress, grabbing Erik's car keys. "Wanna ride in a Jag, ma?" Yoh spoke, twirling the keys around your finger before laughing as your mom ran to the car, you right behind her.

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Everyone had already made their way to the park, Erik's currently chatting it up with your brothers in Darren's Lincoln.

"So, Y/N is just swinging, having a ball, then all of a sudden the curtain rod falls. The drywall comes out with it and Y/N lands in the tub. Mom is in the doorway, all of us behind her and little sis looks terrified. Mom just shakes her head and says, 'That was about a 6. But this ass whoopin'? This about to be a ten.' When I say ma snatched her up so fast. We'd never seen her move that quick!" Dominic laughed as he finished retelling a childhood story.

Everybody in the car was cracking up, everyone except Darren. "Man, Y/N stayed getting in trouble!" James spoke out as Darren parked the car.

Everyone hopped out, Darren pulled James to the side as everyone else walked out to the field, laughing and playing around. James looked at Darren. "What's up, bro?" Darren huffed, leaning against the car. "I'm just trying to figure out why y'all playing buddy, buddy with this nigga." James looked at him before shaking his head.

"Fuck is you on, man?" He asked while Darren scoffed. "This broad ass mofo just walks up with our baby sister and y'all just letting him waltz in? What kinda shit is that? You know what happened last time when we did that shit." Darren spoke, his voice raising.

James nodded, incredulously chuckling. "Is this what that fuck ass attitude is about? About a bitch ass nigga that hurt her? A bitch ass nigga that YOUR homeboy, if I remember correctly?"

Darren looked away, huffing before James continued. "Dude, not every guy dating sis is gonna do wht he did to her. Man, look at her, she's happy. She ain't even thinking about T's hoe ass." They both turned, seeing as you smiled at Erik, his arms around your waist as he kissed your cheeks repeatedly. You seemed to be squealing as he tickled you, trying to push his hands away as he pulled you closer.

Darren's gaze softened as he watched your smile grow wider, your eyes full of light. "Just give dude a chance, he makes Baby happy." James patted his older brother's shoulder before pulling him along.

Darren walked up to Erik, holding out his hand. "Hey, man. I'm Darren, sorry about earlier. Just wasn't feeling it." He spoke and you looked up at him, smiling softly as they dapped each other up. "All good man, I know how it is. Ready to get yo ass whooped though?" Erik spoke, taking Darren aback before he smirked. "Aye Nigga, don't think just because you dating my sis that I won't embarrass yo ass." You smiled at the both of them as they ran out to the field, making your way to your mom. "Darren's in a good mood, huh?" You spoke.

And she sipped her Coke before nodding. "Yeah, I expected him to be more gruff, escpecially since you know...T." She spoke sympathetically as she rubbed your leg. You took in a deep breath, looking over at them. "Yeah, well, Erik's nothing like him." You spoke. "We know, baby." You smiled at your mom, holding her hand as you crossed your legs.

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The football game was going well. Erik, James, and a few of your cousins were up, Darren, Kenan, and Dominic close behind. The sun had gone down and you, your mom, Darren's girlfriend and his daughters had became opposing cheerleaders to your aunts, James' wife and their daughters as well as Kenan's daughter.

A quick break was called and the men and women parted, going to get water. You grabbed a cold bottle of water from the freezer and handed it to a now shirtless and sweaty Erik. He took it graciously, chugging half before smiling at you. "Having fun, baby?" He nodded, grabbing your waist and pulling you close.

You'd usually complain about him being sweaty but you were very slightly tipsy so that was a non-factor. "I am, Princess. Think I'm gonna have more fun with you though." You laughed as he leaned over, kissing your neck. The intimate moment was stopped as you heard yelling from behind you.

You and Erik pulled apart, the two of yoh making your way closer. "Fuck off me! This bitch coming around here acting like we good and he ain't try to fucking hurt my sister?!" You heard Dominic yelling as James held him back and your mom stood in front of him trying to calm him.

You grabbed Darren's arm and he looked at you. "What's going on?" Before Darren could speak you heard a familiar voice. "Move the fuck out my way. I ain't here for your punk ass." You turned and saw a very familiar face.

"T?" You spoke lightly and everyone looked at you, including him. Your body became rigid and your eyes cold as you looked at him. "Hey, Baby-..."

"Don't say shit to her!" Darren spoke up, pushing himself im front of T. Erik looked at him, they're eyes catching each other. "Erik Stevens? What you doin' around here?" You looked up at Erik as he pulled you to his chest.

"Always knew you was a punk didn't think you went for leftovers." T called out. Erik moved to jump at him but you pushed him back, shaking your head. "No, Erik, please." You spoke and he looked at you then back to T. "Go ahead, Y/N. Tell him how I fucked yo ass up that night, that was some good pussy right there."

Before anyone could stop you, you had lunged at T. Your heel slammed into his crotch before your hands pulled him down, his face hitting your knee. He fell on hid back and you dropped to your knees, punching him. Hit, after hit, after hit landed. You knuckles were bruised and bloody. "You. Fucking. Raped. Me." You spoke, punching him with each word.

T grabbed your fist, about to hit you before you were tugged off and Erik was pulling him up by his collar. Erik reeled his fist back, punching T repeatedly. "Don't fucking to her, nigga."

Darren pulled him off, letting T fall to the grass, bloodied and bruised face. James carried you to Erik's car and sat you in the passenger seat as you huffed. He shut the door and hopped in the back seat while Erik and Dominic rushed to get in the car.

You all pulled off with the rest of the family, making sure your mom and the children were safe. You looked ahead, the car silent as the four of you pulled up to the house. All of you hopped out, hugging everyone good bye as well as apologizing to them.

Once you and Erik said your goodbyes you two got in the car. It was still for a minute before Erik turned and grabbed your face. You squeaked before moaning as you leaned further into him. You lightly bit his bottom lip and he groaned, pressing his tongue into your mouth while his hand traveled under your dress.

Your hand stopped his, the two of you pulling away, panting. "Sorry, baby. But damn...you sexy as fuck when you mad." You laughed at Erik's comment, leaning over and pecking hid lips. "You are...a piece of work, Mr Stevens." You spoke.

You and Erik's eyes widened before he grinned, licking his lips. "And I’m all yours, mama. Now let's go home so I can tear that ass up." You giggled as he pulled off, speeding down the road. You smiled before sitting up. "Hold up nigga, you was about to fuck me in front of my mama house!'

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[lucy-sky]

Also i'm a greedy annoyed hoe,so can we have some jealous Craig and/or Trent headcanon,please?

I’m really sorry it took so long. I probably just got tired of headcanons ^^”

Jealous Craig Hunter would include:

1. Why would such a confident man like Craig be jealous? Well, basically… He looks like a really confident, handsome, successful lawyer… But on the inside there is certain vulnerability. You see, once Craig already was hurt when his wife left him. He might not show many emotions about it, but it really did hurt him quite seriously and he can’t help but having some kind of irrational fear that the story will repeat itself. Not that he doesn’t trust you - he really does. You really mean a lot to him. And probably that’s the reason he’s afraid of losing you.

2. So yep, sometimes even a quite innocent flirt from your part can make Craig jealous. He is not a drama queen though. He understands it’s not a big deal, just your manner of communication, but he still can’t help it. So he tries to hide these emotions and play in cool, but of course you sense that something is wrong. However if you just leave him in peace for a while and then approach him with a soft caress, it usually works well.

3. But what if it wasn’t just innocent flirt, but something more serious? Like you bumped into your ex, or an old crush of yours, you had a conversation and Craig suspected some vibes… Or maybe you did not a particularly good thing: you were mad at Craig for some reason, or just wanted his attention, and flirted with someone in his despite… In cases like these he would most definitely show you that he is not amused about it.

4. As I already said - Craig is not a drama queen. He can raise his voice at you, yes, but I don’t think he would yell at you and break dishes, you know. And of course he’d never be physically rude with you. He’d be calm on the outside (even though inside of him there is a burning volcano) and extremely grumpy.

5. And yes, he can be really poisonous. He wouldn’t hurt you physically, but his words can hurt. He may say something pretty mean about your behavior or he can also point out that probably all women are the same and you’re just like her, meaning his ex-wife. And this statement suddenly drives you mad. Because you absolutely don’t agree that you are like her. You don’t usually judge people, but you just cannot understand how she could do that to her husband and daughter. It’s extremely irresponsible in your eyes and you think that it is unfair to compare you with her.

6. What happens next depends on your temper. Maybe you yell at him. Maybe you say something mean in reply. Or just turn around and walk away. After this argument you don’t speak to each other for some time, even for some days.  Craig sleeps on the couch. He most certainly feels bad about mean things he said to you, and you can see him suffering silently, but he doesn’t come with apologies first. You also realize you were being maybe too rude, but he hurt you too! So you both try to ignore each other, until one evening you just meet in the kitchen or living room, look at each other, and one of you say “Hey. Wanna talk about that?”

7. You talk. Craig listens to you carefully. After you finish, he clears his throat and speaks in a calm tone. It’s not that easy for him, but he still tells you about his fears. Your heart shrinks at that. How come you never realized that before? You also appreciate his honesty a lot. When you look into his eyes and say that you are sorry, he nods, looking at you softly and places his hand on yours. “It’s okay, baby… I am sorry too…”

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Jealous Trent Burns would include:

1. It’s funny that Craig and Trent are absolutely different characters in so many ways, but in my headcanon they have something in common. I think on the outside Trent also seems quite confident. He can even show off a bit sometimes… Remember the famous jump from the bridge? Wasn’t it a bit of a show off? It seems at first that Trent doesn’t care much of what people think. And actually he really tries too. But on the inside he has insecurities as well.

2. Trent obviously feels awkward and uncomfortable among the, you know, “high society”. It’s hard to feel comfortable when most of the people look at you with a certain disdain. Trent knows you’re different from these people, but still… He tries to be optimistic, saves money and is hoping he won’t be a lawn mower boy living in a trailer for the rest of his days. But sometimes he can’t help but feeling down and pathetic. Sometimes he can’t help but thinking you deserve someone who is, well… More respectful. He really doesn’t want anyone to disrespect you because of him. No, for sure you deserve a boyfriend you can be proud of… But at the same time, of course, he doesn’t want to lose you…

3. …So let’s imagine a situation that you and Trent occasionally meet some guy you know, a friend of your family, maybe… Someone you’re in good terms with, because even though he’s from high society, he doesn’t seem arrogant even though he has money and a prestigious job… He’s overall is a nice guy, and you have a good conversation with him. Everything seems fine, but Trent feels kinda intimidated. How could you choose a poor lawn mower guy over someone like him? What if one day you’d realize your choice wasn’t right? Trent chases these thoughts away, but still becomes a bit tensed and silent. You sense something is wrong, but he says he’s just tired.

4. Some days after this Trent comes to meet you after your work or studies. Approaching the place, he suddenly sees you casually talking with that guy. And this is when jealousy hits him suddenly quite painfully and he… Just leaves. You say goodbye to your friend and keep waiting for Trent, but he doesn’t come. You’re worried and decide to go to his place.

5. You find Trent at his trailer and demand explanations. Why he didn’t come? To which he replies that he just thought you had a better company to hang out with, so he decided not to bother. When you realize what really happened, you’re a bit shocked. You know this guy for ages and really never even considered him as a potential boyfriend. What makes him so jealous? You tell him that you love only him and he really doesn’t have to worry, but he keeps going that maybe this guy fits you better; he’s someone you won’t be ashamed of on some family meeting or on public…

- Trent, what are you even talking about? Have I ever been ashamed of you?? - You ask, puzzled.

- I don’t know. Maybe, - he blurts out.

- So do you think I’m one of those people who think money and status matter?

Trent just shrugs, not looking into your eyes.

6. You feel hurt. How can he think of you like that and question your feelings? You don’t know what to say and you decide to leave. Good thing Trent suddenly realizes that he fucked up and is about to lose someone he loves and someone who obviously loves him back the way he is. So he catches you by the arm, pulls you closer sharply and desperately kisses you. That was definitely something you weren’t quite prepared for… But it certainly calms you down :D

7. And then you talk it off. You talk about each others feelings and insecurities; it’s a long and good conversation that helps you understand each other and makes you even closer. You stay in his trailer tonight, fall asleep in his arms and he holds your hand in his sleep.

***

Ugh, it turned out to be kinda angsty-fluffy-cheesy mess, sorry for that.

Headcanon requests are closed for now because I want to concentrate on drabbles. I’ll let you know when they’ll be opened again :)

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Unison Chapter 2 - I'm a Midnight Talker

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I would link the first chapter, but  do everything through mobile because internet is expensive out in the country

I can't believe I'm sitting at a diner with Ed Sheeran at 2 in the morning. If you would have told me this 36 hours ago I would have laughed in your face. Is my life descending into utter chaos?  

Bridget had stayed over for a couple hours before she headed home. I continuously messaged Ed through the entirety of her stay. Every time she heard the phone ping, there would be a small smile that crossed her face. I could tell she was curious about the conversation but didn't ask a second time what we were talking about. How I had managed to keep the smile from my face when he had brought up a date was a shocker. Maybe I didn't, maybe I'm not as sneaky as I thought and she was just waiting for me to tell her.                

After she left, I glanced over to my bathroom. I had snunk a quick peak earlier and it wasn’t the horror show that I had pictured in my mind. All of it was contained to my bathtub. By the looks of it I had tried to rinse it out. I had to give props to my drunken self. At least she was somewhat considerate.                                                                 

As I began scrubbing out the tub, my mind wandered to the conversation I had been having with Ed. We hadn't set an exact time for our date, deciding to play it by ear. My idea. No matter how strongly he insisted that it was the hangover cure, I knew I wouldn't be able to keep it down and by the looks of my tub, I'd horked my guts out enough for one day. The thought of it sent shivers of anticipation down my spine. Something I thought I wouldn't be feeling for a long time. He seemed fine with me setting the time and place, which worked perfectly for me. I loved having everything scheduled, knowing what was coming up when. I was a master of the white board calender, everything written out in advance. Everything in order.                                     

We both had swapped some of our wildest drunken stories. Mine being how we broke into the campus, via a window, to use one of the bigger lecture halls to watch movies, unknowingly tripping a silent alarm that alerted the campus police. Somehow we had all managed to sneak out without getting caught and ended up drinking on some abandoned train cars instead. His being how him and his mates had gotten beyond wasted, went swimming in some random pond and had stolen someone's birthday cake and pig. Apparently it was a chocolate cake with bits of reese's throughout and it was one of the best damn cakes he had ever had. After having a good laugh at our own expense, he changed the subject.   

"So how are you spending your afternoon?"              

"Cleaning up this crime scene of a bathroom then a shower. Most definitely a shower."            

"What happened to 'Only pussies puke?'"                                                   

I groan, kneading my forehead with my fingertips. Yep, that was said. It used to be our groups' motto everytime we'd go out and get hammered. It was a rule among us, if you puked while drinking you were the one that bought the first round the next time out.  Still, it didn't make it any less cringeworthy. With them it was a tradition, with Ed, it was probably just cocky sounding.                                                                                                                

"Guess I'm a pussy then."                   

"Well, the first step is admittance."               

"I'm pretty sure its acceptance there bud."                  

"What's the difference?"                

I shake my head, not knowing if he was being serious or not. Instead I decide to ask what he was doing. After I scrubbed every inch of my tub clean I took a moment to scour the room for my contacts. While I was highly impressed that I even remembered to take them out, I was less impressed about where I could have put them. After looking throughout my entire apartment, I decide to call it quits.                                                                 

Guess I'll be wearing my glasses until I can get in to get new ones.                                    

I check my phone before I get in the shower.                                     

"Simpsons marathon. I'm trying to watch all of them in a week."                

"You DO know that's impossible right? With over five hundred episodes and each episode being about 22 minutes. You can roughly fit 3 in a little over an hour. All together would be about 183 hours, which is a little over a week. Without sleeping."                                                            

I set my phone down and after a long shower I start to feel like myself again. I wrap my hair up in my towel before brushing my teeth. I definitely looked like hell. My eyes weren't the honey color they usually were, but more of a muddy color. Fitting. It felt like I was wading through a bunch of it. I had always been fair skinned, I spent all of high school being called Wednesday Addams. so the circles that had shown up under my eyes really stood out. As did the light splattering of freckles. They'd lighten up to almost vanishing once winter hit and I wasn't outside nearly as much. The ones on my shoulders and arms were the only ones that stayed the same year round. I traced the long jagged scar that ran from my left eyebrow to my jawbone, curving toward my ear in a elongated crescent shape. I hated that scar. A constant reminder of things I’d like to forget. At least I could cover a majority of it. The only part I couldn’t was the part that cut through my eyebrow, leaving it bare. I drop my hand and pull my hair down before exiting the bathroom.                                                                                                                        

I flop down on my couch, pull up netflix and start browsing for something to watch. It's a shame The Simpsons aren't on here because I kind of want to watch it now. I settled on Dexter instead, getting comfortable under a nearby blanket. Once I get situated hoe I want,  I pull up Ed's message.                                                  

"Thanks for killing my dreams with logic."               

"I'm sorry. Better to find out now than later though."                      

I turn my attention to my tv, watching the opening credits. Oh, steak and eggs, that looks good...I'm kinda hungry. I'll make something quick to eat after this episode. Being snug and warm under my blanket, paired with having a late night with poor sleep I was out before the episode had even properly started.                                                                                                         

I woke up to a dark apartment. Confused and groggy, I feel for my phone, rescuing it from between the couch cushions and searing my eyes all in an attempt to figure out what time it was. 1 A.M. I sat down at 4 in the afternoon. Goodbye normal sleep schedule. I had already missed my morning run and my Saturday trip to the market. Guess I'll go shopping tomorrow instead, but that left me with next to nothing to have for dinner. I could go fetch some takeout I suppose. I notice the notification that Ed had messaged while I was lying in a puddle of my own drool.                                                                                    

"What, that you're gonna shit all on my dreams? Gonna make sharing real hard in the future. How am I gonna feel comfortable telling you about my dream of having my very own nacho bar and chocolate fountain when you'll just squash it with your dirty logic"     

I felt my heart sink when I read the first part of the message thinking I had, in some way, offended him. It wasn't until the latter part of the message did I realise he had been pulling my leg. I laughed out of relief. He was going to keep me on my toes, I can see it now. There's never going to be a dull moment with him in my life.                                         

"Oh you shit I thought you were actually angry! Not the important or feasible ones but I'll keep my 'dirty logic' to myself next time. And you can sign me right up for the nacho bar and chocolate fountain. That's something I can get behind."                                            

I stand up and stretch, trying to work the kinks out of my back and neck before wandering into my kitchen. My toast had long since wore off and my upset stomach was in the distant past. As I rummage around for something quick to make, I hear my phone ping. Surely he's still not up. Sure enough.                              

 "Why are you up at this hour?"                 

"I could ask you the same thing y'know"               

"Got hungry. So I'm gonna go get some breakfast."                    

My stomach growled at the thought of breakfast, especially at the thought of chocolate chip waffles. He just had to say chocolate fountain.                                                                

"Care for some company? Breakfast sounds pretty good."                                 

I bit my bottom lip, staring at the message for a minute or so. I could hear Bridget's comment A girl can ask a guy out you know! I didn't want to butt in where I wasn't welcomed. He may want some alone time or could already be eating with other friends. I also just met him, asking to meet up the next night might come off as desperate or clingy, which is something I really didn't want. I never stress about this kind of stuff. After everything that had happened with Mike, I slammed the door to anything even resembling a relationship. Yet, this felt different, he felt different. I couldn't explain it. I hit send and held my breath. I resisted the urge to throw my phone as far away from me as possible, vowing to never again text a single soul. When I hear that tell tale ping, I almost didn't want to look at it.                                                                                              

"On one condition. You have to come in whatever it is you're wearing right now."                         

I look down at what I was wearing to see just how embarassed I was going to be. When I had gotten ready for my shower I grabbed whatever I could get my hands on. I snorted when I saw I was wearing my black tshirt with a highly faded Scar and Hyenas from the Lion King that said I'm surrounded by idiots and grey leggings I use mostly for running.  Could be worse I suppose. The shirt was in decent shape at least. Maybe he'll get a laugh outta the irony.                                                                                                                                       "You strike hard bargain. Alright, what diner?"               

He sends me the address and I recognise the place. It's not too far, maybe ten minutes by a cab. I grab my sneakers and throw my now dry, but dried in a weird bed head way, hair  up in a sloppy bun. I put my jacket on, checking to make sure I have my wallet and messaged him that I was headed his way now. I flag down a cab and hop in, giving the driver the address. My leg never stopped bouncing the entire time. I practically flew out of the backseat, only stopping to give the cabbie his cash.                                                                    

The drunk crowd wasn't due in for another hour, so a majority of the blue booths were empty. There was a few people seated at the counter and one very haggard looking family, probably stopping for a quick bite to eat before heading back out on the road.  I spotted Ed two tables away in the  corner, closest to the windows. He hadn't seen me come in so I pause before heading over to him in an attempt to collect my thoughts. He was staring out the window, lost in thought. His head resting on one of his hands, the other was wrapped around a mug on the table. He was wearing a plain heather colored tshirt that made the ink on his arms stand out. The whole scene looked so perfect that I slipped my phone out of my pocket and took a quick picture. Not for anyone elses eyes but my own.                                                          

He noticed me as I started walking over to him and he quickly stood up. He was wearing blue and white flannel pajama pants with black and red sneakers. So that's why he told me to come as I am. He looked me up and down and let out a laugh. Those haunting eyes gleaming. I braced myself for the worst but was surprised when a giant smile came across his face.     

"Well look at you, participating in my pancake pajama party!"                                                                                                                                     Do I hug him? That seems too familiar. Do I shake his hand? No, that's to formal. I have to do something. God, he looks good, even in pajama's. Wait, shit, what did he say? Did he say pancake pajamas? Oh, pajama party. That's probably it. What's pancake pajamas? Is that pajamas with pancakes on them or pajamas you wear specfically for eating pancakes? Dammit Adi stay focused!  

"Well that was the price of admission. Who am I to argue? Plus I had absolutely no food in my apartment since I slept through shopping day."                                                             

He motioned for me to sit down, so slid into my side of the booth taking off my jacket and placing it beside me. I noticed a blue hoodie laying on his bench seat. Well, at least he matches I suppose. He sat down across from me, staring intently at my face.                                                    

"I didn't know you wore glasses."                                      

I reached up and touched the side of them, almost like I was making sure they were still there. Of course they are, they just didn't vaporize because he mentioned them, but I guess your social skills did.  I played it off as I was adjusting them, partly wondering if that's what he really wanted to comment on.                                                                                                                                                                                       

"I usually wear contacts but I've seemed to misplace them in my drunken...ness."                                                  

He shuttered. "The thought of sticking something in my eye is just- I'd rather go without seeing for a bit.."                                                                    

"You go without your glasses alot?"                              

"Only when I perform. Or I misplace them. Tend to do that quite often."                                         

I sat there for a moment, toying with the sleeve of my jacket. I could feel his eyes boring into me, patiently waiting, not trying to coax me into talking, just waiting for me to speak on my own. Finally I find my voice (and my courage) asking the one question that had been plaguing me the entire day and the one that I was the most afraid to have answer to.                                                           

"Can I ask you something?"                                    

The corners of his mouth turned upwards, his eyes softened. It looked like he felt slightly guilty about me being noticably worried about his response.  "Of course." His voice was soft and gentle.                                                                                                                      

I take a deep breath. "Why'd you text me? Not that I'm not grateful, I am, I really am. It's just, you've probably got so many girl's giving you their number, why'd you choose me?"                                                                                                                                              

It had all came out in a rambling rush. I could feel my face flushing at the hurried mess that had came out of mouth. Way to play it cool. I expected him to look angry or even offended but he laughed,  throwing me for a loop.                                                                                                                                         

"I'm sorry, I was bracing myself for the worst by the look on your face. You're right, I've had literally hundreds of girls give me their number. And I've never contacted a single one. Never even bothered saving their number. Know why?" I shake my head, starting to worry about what sort of things I could have possibly done to catch his attention when others had failed.  "They gave their number to Ed Sheeran, singer songerwriter. You gave it to Ed, some ginger bloke you met at a bar."                                                                                        

I stare at him in amazement as he takes a sip of his drink. He made a weird face muttering something about proper tea it before putting it aside. He interlaced his fingers together, once again turning all his attention to me. That gaze, it was like I was the only thing that mattered in that moment. It was almost overwhelming. I realised that my mouth had been slightly open, so I closed it in a hurry. I hadn't realised it had been that obvious.                                                          

"How long did it take you to realise I had no clue who you were?"                                                                                                      

"I knew when you introduced yourself.  There was no spark of recognition when I said my name was Ed." He bit his bottom lip, I could tell he was wanting to add something. I must have had the same look of uncertainity on my face just moments ago. I shouldn't be surprised that he'd have questions that he wasn't sure he wanted answered. "Is this going to change things now that you know who I am?"                                                                                                                       

I knew this question would be coming at some point, most likely sooner rather than later and I had given it alot of thought while I was on my hands and knees cleaning my bathroom. I loved order, being in control of my own life. He's got an erratic schedule and I wasn't sure how I was going to feel with the spontaneity that came along with that. On the other hand, something needed to change. I wasn't about to throw in the towel before I had even tried. Or before there's even a 'thing' to try.                                                                                                                                                                      

"No. Well, it will affect some things. I'm not going to lie, there was some freaking out. That's expected I suppose, but it's not a deal breaker if that's what you're wondering. I mean this in the nicest possible way, I couldn't care less about how much you're worth. Hell, I still wouldn't know if it wasn't for my friend Bridget mentioning one of her friends had seen you in town." Relief had flooded over his face. He had leaned back, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling, exhaling as he did so. I could feel all the tension that had filled the booth vanish as quickly as it came.  I hadn't noticed his hands were in fists as he was waiting for my response until he relaxed them.                                                                                                

"Well, that's a big weight off my chest.  I bet your friend really freaked when you told her."                                                                                                                            

"I didn't, actually. She was at the bar and did see you, but not your face. She thinks you're some blonde dude named Ed and I didn't correct her."                                                 

He seemed surprised at my answer, His eyebrows coming up, lost under the ginger curls that hung down his forehead.  He also seemed thrown when I said she thought he was blonde. There was still an odd expression on his face, almost a mix between humor and curiousity.   

"You're a very special person. I guess you weren't lying when you said it didn't make a difference." There's that cute lopsided grin again. He seemed to perk up quickly, eyes gleaming again. "But this leaves me at a huge disadvantage here. You know everything about me, but I don't know anything about you." His hand came up, rubbing his chin in thought.  "Well, besides you're named after your grandmother, you were supposed to be a boy and you're not above doing some fairly dirty dancing around a cue stick as a distraction"  He counted each fact off with his fingers, grinning at the last one.                                                                                                        

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "Yeah, that sounds about right. I'm competitive under normal situations, but add alcohol to it and I can resort to some pretty over the top methods to win. Did it at least work?"                                                                  

"I was planning on sight seeing today, hit up a couple shops and spent all of it in bed. You tell me."                       

I laughed. At least it wasn't wasted. The waitress chose then to show up looking like we had personally offended her with our presence and laughter. She simply dropped some menus down on the table and asked, quite flatly, what I wanted to drink. After I gave my drink order Ed asked for a glass of water and it was like he had asked for it from God's personal pool. After she walked away, he looked at me, his mouth pulled downwards, his eyes widened slightly, flicking towards her in a 'Oh boy' type of way. I snorted, quickly stifiling my laughter behind my hand. He smirked as I flicked the menu open, pretending to focus really hard on what was printed, while still trying not to laugh. She came back with my coffee and Ed's water with the same gusto she had when bringing the menus. She quickly took our orders and left.                                                                                               

"So, you were going to help fill in some blanks?"                                        

I nod, "Right, well you're really not at a disadvantage. I only pulled your picture up to see if you were really, well, you. I wanted to find out things the old fashioned way. But, I'll tell you my whole life story, if you answer one more question."                                      

"Is it 'what were you doing at a metal show?'"                             

"What we're you doing at a metal show?"                       

"I wanted a night out, without having to deal with a bunch of fans. Who gives no fucks about Ed Sheeran? Metal heads. Where's the last place you'd expect Ed Sheeran? At a metal show. I got to have an great night without having to deal with a flock of people asking things from me. Plus I met you, I call that a win."                               

He was right. Metal heads definitely couldn't care less. You tell a metal head you like Ed Sheeran, they'll look at you, kinda tilt their head to the side and go 'aww, that's so cute'      

"Well, a deal's a deal. Whadya wanna know?"                   

"Whatever you're comfortable with telling."                                                          

I take a sip of my coffee. Whatever I'm comfortable with telling huh? Interesting wording, alright then.                                                                                                                                     

"Well, lets start off with the basics.  I'm 25, orginally from Dublin, Ohio. I moved out here when I turned eighteen and got a nice office job where I do a bunch of boring ass stuff that's completely meaningless. I've got an older brother and my parents are divorced. I'll let you decide what to focus on from there"                                                                             

"Let's go with family. You've an older brother? How's your guy's relationship, typical sibling one?"                                            

"His name's Nate, he's 28 and stayed back in Dublin to work at our dad's office. We're close now, but when we were younger there was definitely a sibling rivarly that went on."                                                                                                                                        

"Was some of that anger from the fact that he got things from the souvenir shops and you didn't?"                                    

Out of all the ways he could have worded he had a normal name and you drew the short stick, he chose that. That earned him yet another laugh. I wonderd if he was tired of hearing it.  Or worse, that I was just laughing because I found him attractive.                                                                                                                            

"Nah, it was more of a resentment due to the fact he was dad's favorite. When I was little I thought Nate was stealing all the attention and there wasn't any left over for me. It was when I was older and realised that they just had more in common and if Dad really wanted to spend time with me, he would. Laying the blame on Nate wasn't fair because he wasn't the problem.  That's when our relationship grew out of the petty fighting bullshit. Now we talk at least once a week and visit each other twice a year, outside of holidays."                                                                                                                           

"Your parents divorced? Did he go with your dad, you stay with your mum? Have two Christmases, that sort of thing?"                                              

I shake my head  "They didn't separate until I turned 18 and moved out here. You could tell when we were younger that they were in a 'stay together for the kids' type of marriage. They waited until we were out of the house so it wouldn't affect our childhood. The spilt was pretty amicable and they're still on pretty good terms. We all still get together during the holidays and everything. They just fell out of love and drifted apart."

Is that what I have to look forward to? I don't know what's worse, losing interest in a person that loves you or having the person you love tell you they just don't care about you anymore.                                                       

I hadn't realised I had drifted off into my own little world and missed what Ed had said until I felt his hand touch mine. light, like he was worried that he was going to startle me.  His eyebrows were furrowed in a look of concern.                                                                                                                      

"You alright? You kinda had this weird look come over your face."                                                     

I took a deep breath and forced myself to smile. I felt a rush of guilt come over me at the look on his face. Don't go there Adi, not tonight.                                                                                                 

"Yeah, I'm okay, just got wrapped up in my thoughts is all. Sorry, what did you say?"                                                                 

I could tell he wasn't buying what I was selling, "Are you sure? If I did something to upset-'             

I cut him off. "No, you've done nothing, honestly." I added when he still looked unconvinced. "I promise." I held the pinky finger of my free  hand out and he gave me a amused look before locking his own pinky in with mine.                                                             

He gave my other  hand a squeeze and I must admit, it felt nice. That simple act really meant alot. He didn't let go of my hand, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on the back of it. I felt myself relaxing, focusing on the soothing repetitive motion.                                                

"So, what do you're parents do for a living? You said your dad had an office, what about your mum?"                                                      

I welcomed the subtle subject change. "She's a teacher, first grade. I alway kind of felt bad because Dad was always caught up in his work so she had to deal with fighting kids at school, come home and have to play peacemaker between me and Nate. She has the patience of a saint, my mom has"                                                                                  

"Sounds like you admire her a great deal."                         

"I do, I wish I had half the strength she does."                                                    

Whatever he was about to say was cut off by the waitress coming with our order. It was only then did he release my hand. She placed my plate of chocolate chip waffles in front of me and Ed's plates of pancakes, scrambled eggs, a couple sausage patties and toast. We thanked her and got a half hearted nod in reply. I poured a generous amount of syrup on my waffles. Ed picked up one of the sausage patties with his fork, studying it closely before putting it back down, muttering "I'll never understand your sausage. Americans are weird." I watch in a mortified fascination as he poured an excessive amount of ketchup on his eggs and sausage. Enough to warrent the joke 'would you like some eggs to go with your ketchup’ but I kept it to myself. He probably heard that enough.                                                                                                                

The conversation died down slightly as we ate our food. Ed had suggested we share, that way we could try each other's meal. I had a sneaking suspicion that he just really wanted to try my waffles. He offered up a bite of his pancakes off his fork. Instead of taking the fork, I lean forward and take the bite. He smiled, sliding the fork out of my mouth, watching my reaction as I chewed. I savored the sweet taste. Light, fluffy, with a hint of butter. I held out a fork full of waffle, that just happened to be loaded with chocolate. His bite seemed to go in slow motion once his lips hit that fork. Slowly dragging the food off, his tonuge gliding over them, licking the syrup chocolate mixture off. His eyes closed, a look of bliss coming over his face. I don't think he could have made that any hotter if he had tried.                                                                                                                               

As we ate, Ed told me some about his life back home. How him and his brother left home at practically the same time and the struggles he faced as a sixteen year old trying to make it in the music world. We had kept chatting long after the food was gone. I hadn't realised how long we had been sitting there until a large crowd of drunken guys came stumbling in choosing to sit a booth away. One of them kept glancing our way and you could see the gears turning as he was trying to figure out why Ed looked so familar. Ed must have noticed because he leaned forward on the table, using me and the back of the booth to shield him from view.                                                                                                                 

"You want to get out of here"? It's starting to get a bit rowdy."                                     

He wasn't lying. The group had be causing a bit of a ruckus, practically screaming at each other, spilling their drinks on the table, floor and each other. The guy that kept looking at our booth nudged the guy beside him, pointing to our booth. Now they were both looking our direction. It was only a matter of time before they figured it out and we had the entire diner at our table asking for pictures and autographs.                                                                                           

"I agree, let's leave before the next wave comes in. It's gonna fill up fast."                                    

No sooner than when he went up to go pay, another group came in. I was standing by the door so our table could be cleaned and be used for the next group. While I waited one of the guys that had just came in wandered over. He leaned against the wall, uncomfortably close, leering down at me.                                                                                                                                                   

"What's a hottie like you doing in a place like this?"                                        

I could tell he was drunk but not as drunk as his companions. He was pretty average looking, tall, thin, black hair that was held back with hair gel, his brown eyes fighting to stay focused on me, a hint of lust hidden behind the alcohol cloud.  The smell of booze radiating from him. When I turned to look up him, I saw his eyes go straight to the left side of my face, his eyes widened and an Oh...popped out of his mouth.                                                                                                

Typical reaction. I had a retort on on the tip of my tongue, ready to shoot back at him but was cut off before I could get it out.                                                                                          

"Is there a problem, love?"             

I felt Ed's arm come around my waist, pulling me closer to him in a protective sort of way. I wrap mine around his waist in return. He was calm, but I could detect a hint of anger in his voice. I could feel how tense he was, his grip tightening on my hip. Is he jealous? Or is he just over protective? Maybe he senses something about the guy that I don't.  I start rubbing small circles on his back in hopes it would calm him. It was almost like he was on guard. The guy looked him over, like he was sizing him up. The moment seemed to drag on for an eternity.                                                           

"Nah man, we were just talking." The guy looked Ed up and down. His eyes squinting as he stared at his face. "You look familiar, do I know you?"

Ed brushed it off, his voice still a little heated. His grip still not loosening. I noticed he was angling himself so that he was between me and the  guy. "I get that alot, I’ve just got one of those faces."                                                                                                                                   The guy had been loud enough that the entire diner's eyes were on us. Great, Exactly what he had been trying to avoid. Ed opened the door, gently guiding me out of it. The last thing I heard was "Hey, wait you’re -" The door shut before the guy could finish his sentence. I did however see the waitress's stunned face through the glass, her mouth open slightly. I smirked, kind of glad she hadn't recognised him. By the look on Ed's face he was glad as well, but he still had a dark expression.                                                                                                                             

"That guy was nothing but bad news. I hope you don't think I did what I did because I thought you couldn't handle your own."                                                                      

"I didn't. Hey, don't let that drunken douche ruin our night."                                                

He seemed to relax at that. He finally dropped the gloomy expression and let a small smile break through.                                                                       

"You're absolutely right. Well, what do you want to do now?"                           

I pondered for a minute, thinking of what we could do so early in the morning. Finally it clicked. He did say he was supposed to spend the day sight seeing. What's stopping us now? We could still go visit the parks and square. It's not like they close.                                                                          

"Well, you said you wanted to go sight seeing right?"                                      

He must have thought I was joking. When he saw my face he realised I was being serious, he scoffed "What, right now?"                                                      

I shrugged "Why not? It's a nice night, the sky's clear, it's not overly cold and there's not a flock of people around. So you really get to enjoy yourself."          

He looked at me in a what am I getting myself into sort of way before shrugging, shaking his head.                                                                                                                                                                                     "Why not, I couldn't have a better guide."                                    

As we walked, Ed's pulled his arm away from my waist, slipping his hand into mine. I was pointing out landmarks, good places to eat, what places had the best coffee and most importantly, places he'd want to avoid if he wanted to go under the radar. After I had ran out of the major hot spots, I started to show him some of my personal favorite spots, one of them being a certain train car I mentioned to him earlier. There was one spot in particular I wanted to show him. A simple park, with the river cutting through one part and a fountain in the middle lit by small flood lights lights. Sometimes there would be live musicians playing, giving it a whismical feel. The trees around the fountain were always wrapped in white christmas lights. If I ever needed to decompress or take a minute, this is where you could find me. We sat on a bench in front of the fountain, taking in the the view.             

"I found this park my first week living here." My voice was soft.  My gaze had turned to the fountain, letting my eyes fall out of focus. My mind going back to my first visit. Ed's attention was fully on me when I started talking. I could feel him shift on the bench so he was facing me instead of facing forward.  "I was scared, this was the first time living on my own and I was hundreds of miles away from any family. It was pretty lonely, I'll admit, I had thought maybe I had made a mistake. I was wandering around, kind of lost since I hadn't quite figured out where everything was at. What better way than just wandering aimlessly, right? Then I stumbled across this place. The sun had just started to set and there was this lone jazz musician playing a pretty sad tune on a trumpet." Ed's eyes never left my face as I talked. I had pulled out my wallet, turning it over and over in my hands. My eyes had completely glazed over, overtaken by the nostaglia  "I was wondering if I'd ever be able to call this place home. So I did what any child would do. I made my wish on a coin and threw it in the fountain. It sort of became a tradition. Any time I'm upset or feeling lost I come here and chuck another coin in the fountain." I fished a couple pennies out and held my hand out. He picked one out of the palm of my hand.                                                                                                   

"Did it come true? Your wish?" His voice just as soft as mine. I turned to him, finally meeting his gaze.                                                                                                                           

"Yeah, it did."                                                                                      

"Well then, if it worked once...Close your eyes and make a wish." His eyes twinkling in the light of the fountain. I stood up, walking up to edge of the fountain. Ed had followed suit, standing to the left of me. I follow his suggestion and close my eyes, wrapping my hand around the small coin, holding it close to my chest in a clenched fist. Let this be the beginning of something good. I'm so tired of all the bad.  I released the coin, hearing it's faint splash as is sank to the bottom with all the other wishes. I kept my eyes closed, hoping it wouldn't have a nasty twist like the last one. It may have came true, but it ended up causing alot of heartache in the end. I'm either an optimst at heart or just too stupid know when to give up.                                                                   

I felt his arm come around my waist pulling me towards him.  His lips came to mine, brushing against them gently. That little sneak. No wonder he told me to close my eyes. I slip my arms around his neck, threading my fingers through his thick, silky hair. Once he knew I was fully accepting of his kiss, it changed from careful to something more. I could feel his mouth open, his tonuge just grazing over my bottom lip. I opened my mouth, letting his tonuge in.  His other hand came up, settling on the back of my head, his thumb brushing against my unmarked cheek. I found myself pressing against him, my hands pulling his head closer to mine, his arm pulling me closer to him in response. It felt like he was simataneously filling me and emptying me at the same time. I felt a pull from deep inside, bringing with it a spark of yearning. We could have stood there for minutes, it could have been hours. When he finally pulled away, I lightly bit his bottom lip, letting my teeth drag across.                                                                           

"Wow..." I muttered breathlessly.                              

"Wow indeed, I've been waiting all night to do that." His thumb was still brushing against my cheek, the other hand at my back.                                                         

"Was it worth the wait?"                                     

"It was more than I ever could have wished for." His voice was low and husky                                                           

"I agree, nothing could have prepared me for that."                                             

When we separated, he reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out the penny I had given him. He looked down at it, letting his own eyes fall closed. A small smile forming on his face,  he jostled it a couple times before tossing it into the fountain with mine. Light had just began creeping its way across the sky, mingling with what stars were left. He took my hand in his again before we headed off in the direction of his hotel. We stopped just outside the door, still hand in hand.                                                                                                                                         

"Well, this isn't exactly how I pictured our first date..." He said sheepishly, running his hand through his hair.                                    

I'm guessing he had pictured us in a restaurant, nice clothes, sort of romantic. Not at a diner at 2 AM and definitely not in causal sleepwear.                                                                                                     

"Me either, but I had a really good time. If I could do it over, I would keep everything the same." I wrinkle my nose  "Might have taken Douchey Mcgoo out of the picture though "                         

He hesitiated, pulling his sleeves down over his hands again. I'm starting to see that it had nothing to do with hiding his tattoos, it's a nervous habit of his. "Would you- would you like to come upstairs? I've still got, what, seven days of the Simpsons to get through, if you'd care to join me. It's alot more fun when you've got someone to laugh and enjoy it with."                                                                                       

After a brief debate of is he talking about watching the simpsons or "watching the simpsons" I had decided.                                                             

“I'd like that. I'm not ready to call it a night just yet."

[hoenursey]

Hi, can I ask the I guess story of Othello real quick even just a summary if you don't want to go in depth because I was excited about hearing about it, but then I was also really thrown off seeing Othello being a slave and all and now I'm just kinda confused?? Because Nursey in silk with a choking kink DOES sound amazing but I guess I'm just confused af now

lmao, okay, so. originally i was writing just an au of nursey and dex playing desdemona and othello, respectively. however, othello’ character background is that he was a former slave and a moorsman, or a person from the moor, and moorsmen are black people.

the beginning of othello starts with roderigo and iago outside of the house of brabantion, desdemona’s father. roderigo is jealous of othello because he’s in love with desdemona and she pretty much turned everyone down and she’s like dainty and pretty and hot as fuck, like the most beautiful fair girl ever and shit, but she’s falling in love with othello. also i’m pretty sure roderigo saw her and othello chilling or w/e. so basically, in the middle of the fuckening night, roderigo and iago start yelling to brabantion to come outside and talk to them. brabantion is generally a pretty cool dad and he’s like “bitch she doesn’t like u stop getting drunk and coming to my house my daughter turned ur ass down already”, rod and iago proceed to say a bunch of racist shit and say “check her bed she’s out being a slut with a black dude lol” to which dadbra says “she would never she’s so sweet and she’s also turned down literally everyone who’s ever wanted to date her” but desi, my girl, is actually gone from her bed, so dadbra is like “you’re right!!! i can’t believe my daughter is fucking around before marriage in the middle of the night!!! i trusted her!!! time to go chase after othello, who i welcomed into my house, with a bunch of pitchforks” which they do. they show up to othello’s crib like “what’s up here’s our accusations time to throw you in jail for fucking my daughter because if she turned down all the hot dudes in the entire city she’s definitely not gonna fuck a black dude out of wedlock unless there was some type of witchcraft involved” to and othello is like “uhh okay cool i’m dealing with the house of senators rn so like. can this wait a second my dudes” and they’re like “perfect! we’re gonna show them what a terrible black dude you are!”

they go in front of the senators and they’re like “what’s the sitch why is this angry mob here my dude” dadbra is like “uh he fucked my daughter, i’m sending him to jail for witchcraft or kidnapping bc there’s literally no other way she’d fuck a black dude when she doesn’t even like these hot white dudes”

othello’s like “uh actually i married her”

everyone: “what”

and he kind of explains like “buddy yeah i’m not super good with words so i’m not gonna bs you. i married your daughter. no kidnapping, drugging, or witchcraft. she fell in love with me and so now we’re married. she’s at the inn down the street also so like i’m def not fucking her since we’re at my house and she’s at a hotel”

everyone except dadbra is like “oh okay that sounds reasonable” but dadbra is like “you’re telling me that my good white upper class daughter fell in love with a black dude who she’d be afraid to look at? i’m calling bullshit it’s clearly witchcraft”

the duke p much is like “uh… but where’s the receipts tho i don’t see any witchcraft” and the senators are like “go get desdemona so we can confirm this also othello bro keep talking”

othello’s like “yeah i was a warrior and i travelled a lot and dadbra used to like me a lot so he invited me over to hear my stories about the wars and how i fought and battles and being on ships. i told him my entire life story from when i was a kid all the way until now, how i was captured and sold as a slave, how i bought my own freedom and just all types of cool shit and then when she did her chores around the house for dadbra she would come around as soon as she finished and ask me more and ask me to tell her more stories” essentially desi thinks he’s hot and a tragic hero and she’s like “everything that happened to you sucks but you’ve also got some sick ass stories so maybe that makes it a little better? idk sorry all this bad shit happened to you but you’re rly interesting to talk to. if any friends had any stories like yours i’d probably fall in love with them”

othello’s like “yeah uh i’m not that smart and i’m more of a military dude than an intellectual but i know a fucking hint when i see one”

he says the sweetest thing too like “she loved me for the horrors i had been through and that i had the strength to come out on top, and i loved her for feeling so strongly about me and having passion. here comes my wife now and she’ll tell you the exact same story”

desi comes in and is like “yeah dad sorry i shouldn’t have like run out in the middle of the night to get married but i really do love him promise no messing around”

and this is part of the reason i think brabantion is kinda cool bc he’s not actually a racist he just said some shit without rly thinking and let the things that he’s used to hearing influence him and he’s like “oh, well, you’re in love. that’s fine then sorry i didn’t realize. i’m super glad you’re my only daughter because after this whole disaster, if you’d had any younger sisters i know i would have overreacted and acted like a prison warden to them and women don’t deserve that. i’m still a little upset abt u sneaking out in the middle of the night but like blessings on your marriage i guess.

so that’s like…. act one

later on some fuckery happens, iago decides to be a dick, because they’re all together for some reason that i don’t feel like saying idk something abt the turks and also because he’s a miserable worm

cassio is one of their friends who’s also there and he’s, like, some type of foreign i think (probably spanish or italian) and has respect for women and his wife (who’s not there) but bc he’s spanish or italian (probably italian as verona is mentioned and shakespeare REALLY has a thing abt italy??? idk he’s a pasta fucker) or whatever he does the thing where he kisses people on the cheek and because it’s the elizabethan era, he kisses women’s hands, and earlier he had like politely greeted desdemona and iago’s wife and called them beautiful and smart and shit and called iago out on being a misogynistic piece of shit. iago like actively hates his wife and also literally anyone else’s happiness so he’s like i’m gonna fuck up cassio’s life and i’m gonna fuck up othello and desi’s and also he’s a jealous racist misogynistic asshole wants to fuck up othello and desdemona’s (healthy, loving, trusting, equal) relationship so he’s like

"hey othello. ur wife’s a slut. she’s fucking cassio behind ur back lol”

and othello, who thinks his wife is the shit, is like *daveed diggs voice* “whaaaaat”

iago: “yeah totes she’s a massive hoe”

and othello is like “nah not my wife. maybe someone else’s wife, but not mine”

and iago is like “no bro im serious. we’re sleeping in the same bed (i don’t know why i mean his fucking wife is there isn’t she) he’s been having like wet dreams about her and saying ‘damn i wish u weren’t with that black dude’ and he’s been rolling over in his sleep and dry humping me whilst moaning ur wife’s name” (honestly iago the reason you don’t like women is because you’re gay and jealous calm down)

(literally that was so extra i can’t believe how overwhelmingly bisexual shakespeare was that he needed to slide that gay ass shit in there)

anyways othello’s like “okay so that’s a little weird but that doesn’t mean she did anything. maybe cassio just wants to bang my wife. that’s understandable, as id also like to bang my wife” (they’re super into PDA they’re so in love)

iago: fair. also iago: i mean there’s no way to prove it but like… maybe your wife gave him something. like, idk, does she have a hand embroidered handkerchief maybe? just a thought just a thought lolothello: ya i gave that to her as like a courtship gift she never goes anywhere without it bc she loves me so muchiago: yeah well uh i cassio wiping his beard with it so they’re definitely fuckingothello, my dumb son: NO!!! THAT DEFINITELY MEANS THEYRE FUCKING IF MY WIFE GAVE AN ITEM OF GREAT SENTIMENTAL AND PERSONAL SIGNIFICANCE TO HIM!!! MY ABSOLUTELY TOTALLY FAITHFUL AND COMPLETELY INNOCENT UP UNTIL THIS POINT WIFE!!!!

so he’s like “uh i have to kill her i guess now :(((((((”

problem is he’s still fucking in love with her like he literally loves her so much and can’t even bear to stab her like a normal person would do if they’re trying to kill their wife, so what does he do? he fucking kisses her awake to explain what he’s doing and why he’s doing it and then gently smothers her to death

so gently, in fact, that she doesn’t actually die, just passes out

a servant walks in and is like “boi what the FUCK”

othello: uh

it’s desi’s handmaiden lmao and he’s like “i had to she’s fucking other men” to which she says “no she’s not you idiot” and then desdemona wakes up to say something dramatic and then properly dies

except no she doesn’t bc othello literally is just really really fucking in love with his wife so he’s an incredibly ineffective murderer despite literally having been in the military for almost all of his life but that’s all i’m explaining bc my hands are tired and i answered this all on mobile plus that’s all you need to know for my story