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starsenha · 3 months ago

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[12] FIRST IMPRESSIONS - just choreo

synopsis: riki was a big fan of your group Devilish, but when he met you for the first time, he made a very bad first impression and now you hated him. rumors started to spark saying how you hated each other and to calm the rumors, the company decided to make you two hosts a variety show together for two months. wc: 2k tw: lots of sexual tension

You arrived at the brightly lit practice room of Hybe Entertainment. You hurried a bit, the clock showing 10:03pm. You were three minutes late. Your bag slung over one shoulder, and your usual determined and focused expression on your face, even if you were exhausted. It was a hectic week with Devilish as you were preparing for your upcoming comeback. Yet, here you were, late at night rather than resting, obliged to rehearse this chore for the variety show. The production team thought it was a good idea to use both your and Riki's talent in dance and do a little choreo section in the next episode. Like you both already hadn't enough on your plates.

As you pushed open the door, the familiar beat of Under The Influence by Chris Brown resonated in the room as you saw Riki rehearsing the chores. You both received the demo just this morning and from what you saw, he almost had it down already, the same as you. He noticed you arriving in the mirror and stopped the music, offering you a cheeky grin.

"You're late,' he teased, walking over to grab his water bottle.

You dropped your bag near the corner, rolling your eyes, but a hint of a smile was playing on your lips. "3 minutes. I literally just got ut of practice with the girls."

"Oh please, I just finished practice too. Don't find excuses," his playful tone didn't irritate you as much as it used to, which honestly surprised you. But you guessed it was probably because of your actual conversation you had with him a few days ago.

You smirked slightly at his comment, pulling out your phone to glance at the choreo notes one last time. Your smile didn't go unnoticed by Riki, who felt his heart skip a beat for some reason.

"Did you have time to watch the demo?" he asked, trying to sound as casual as he could.

You nodded. "Yeah. I'm genuinely surprised they went with something so...suggestive."

He chuckled. "You and me both. But hey, it's a chance to show our chemistry, right?"

"What chemistry?"

He placed a hand over his heart, feigning hurt. "Ouch. You wound me."

You couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. "Let's just get started."

The two of you moved to the center of the room. You had studied the routine on your way here, but performing it in person was completely different, especially with him. You first started by reviewing the chores without music, trying out the formations and steps to make sure you were in complete sync. It was a bit intricate and required you to actually have cohesion.

When you reached the first section that required physical contact, Riki hesitated for a split second before tilting your chin upward with his fingertips. The action was quite brief but charged. Your breath hitched a bit unexpectedly as you realized just how close you were to each other, your eyes locking onto his. When he stepped around you as the choreo demanded, you felt a little pang of disappointment. What was happening?

"Too much?" Riki asked, a playful glint in his eyes as he noticed your reaction.

You scoffed, masking your unease by being a bit defensive. "I'm fine. It's just choreo."

The suggestive sections were next, and you could feel the heat of the room intensifying. He executed a sharp hip thrust while you popped your hips in perfect sync.

"Wow," you heard him mutter under his breath, but loud enough for you to catch.

"What?" you asked.

"You're actually really good at this," he admitted, his voice genuine, even if you caught him checking you out a bit in the mirror.

You blinked for a moment, a bit taken aback. "Uh, thanks. You're pretty good too."

"Pretty good?" he raised an eyebrow, feigning insult. "I'm incredible. Best dancer of 4th gen, and you know that."

You chuckled, swatting his baseball cap to pull it down ever so slightly. "Yeah, yeah sure. let's not get carried away, okay?"

He chuckled, too, and put his cap up a bit. You went through the choreo several times, doing it with music too. After a few times, you plopped down on the wooden floor, leaning back on your hands and catching your breath. You could feel the thin sheen of sweat on your body. Across from you, Riki sat cross-legged, chugging water from his bottle, and you couldn't help but let your eyes wander to his Adam's apple going up and down as he gulped. He then wiped the sweat from his forehead with the hem of his shirt, exposing his defined abs. You quickly looked away, pretending not to notice.

"That wasn't so bad..." you muttered, reaching for your own water bottle.

"We aced that," he said with a boyish grin, and you couldn't help yourself but smile as well.

You both laughed and talked a bit, the conversation flowing quite naturally between you two. You found yourself actually having a good time, the way you bantered a bit too made it interesting.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Riki cleared his throat, a hint of nervousness creeping into his expression. "Hey, uh...can I ask you something?"

You raised an eyeborw, curious. "What?"

He figedted with the hem of his shirt, avoiding your gaze. "Do you...maybe...want to exchange numbers? You know, since we're gonna be working together for a bit, we might wanna talk about schedule or...stuff."

You tilted your head, surprised. He was alwyas so confident and playful but he seemed quite shy now. It was almost, cute? "Sure,' you simply said, pulling out your phone.

His face lit up as he handed over his own phone. Your fingers brushed briefly during the exchange, and you felt a spark you quickly ignored. As you entered your number, he watched you with a small smile, trying not to make it obvious how giddy he felt.

“Here,” you said, handing his phone back. “Don’t text me at three in the morning or something. I need my beauty sleep.”

“Noted,” he replied, grinning. “I’ll make sure to only annoy you during waking hours.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips. For a brief moment, you caught his gaze, and the air between you shifted.

“Ready to go again?” You asked, breaking the silence as you stood up.

“Always,” Riki replied, his voice steady, though his heart was pounding.

You moved back into position, the track starting up once more. The choreography demanded precision and a level of intimacy that made the room feel smaller, hotter.

At one point, you decided to shed your oversized button-up, leaving you in just your sweatpants and a cropped tank top. You were completely oblivious to the effect this had on Riki, who suddenly found it difficult to concentrate. The way your tank top clung to you, revealing toned arms and just a hint of your midriff, made his throat dry.

Riki tried to focus on the choreography, but his eyes kept drifting to you. She’s so fucking hot, he thought, mentally scolding himself for letting his mind wander. He had to stay professional, but it was getting harder by the second.

You, on the other hand, was too engrossed in the routine to notice Riki’s internal struggle. You were, however, hyper-aware of your movements, the way your bodies seemed to naturally sync. Your styles complemented each other perfectly. It was like you were made to dance together, and the realization only added to the crackling energy between you.

As you reached the section where Riki had to tilt your chin, he hesitated for just a fraction of a second before doing it. His fingers brushed against your jaw, sending a shiver down your spine. You met his gaze, your lips parting slightly as you tried to steady your breathing.

You moved into the next section, the one with the suggestive grinding. You rolled your hips in sync with him as his hand rested on your shoulder, and you avoided his intense gaze in the mirror. The mirrors reflected your chemistry, the way your bodies moved as if drawn to each other. You tried to ignore the way your pulse quickened.

“Good,” You muttered breathlessly as you finished the sequence. “That was better.”

Riki nodded, though his focus wasn’t entirely on your words. He couldn’t stop staring at you, the way your hair clung to your neck, the flush on your cheeks. You looked incredible, and it was driving him crazy.

“Let’s run it one more time,” you said, your voice firm despite the growing tension.

“Yeah,” Riki replied, his tone slightly husky. “One more time.”

And you did. You ran it one last time, but as the music faded into silence, you and Riki stoof in the center of the practice room, your breaths heavy, your bodied inches apart. It was your best run through yet, every moment was perfectly synchronized.

Your chest rose and fell as you tried to catch your breath, your eyes locked on his. There was a look in his gaze you coudln't decipher, something that made your stomach twist in ways you didn't want to acknowledge. Your mind screamed at you to step back, but your feet refused to move somehow.

The tension was thick, alsmot suffocating and you both were hyper aware of hos close you were right now. He could feel the heat radiating off of you, and you could see the way his chest rose and fell with each deep breath he took. You hated how your pulse quickened and how your body was reacting to him.

He swallowed hard, his eyes flickering down your lips before snapping back up to your eyes. His hands twitched at his sides as if he was fighting the urge to touch you in any sort of way.

Your heart was pounding so hard you were sure he would hear it. You wanted to remind him that this wasn't allowed, that you both had some sort of dating ban to respect, but the pull between you was way stronger than logic.

He took a step closer now, and your faces were so closed that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. Your eyes flickered to his lips and you hated yourself for it, hated the way you leaned ever so slightly, as if your body had a mind of its own.

Riki's hand hovered your waist, hesitating, as if he was giving you a chance to pull away of you wanted to. But you didn't. Your eyes locked, and in that split second, the outside world disappeared.

He leaned in, his movements slow, deliberate, as if he was afraid to scare you off. Your heart raced as you felt the barest brush of his nose against yours.

Your lips were a breath away from touching when a sudden noise shattered the silence—a loud thud from somewhere outside the practice room.

You jerked back as if you'd been burned, your eyes wide with panic. “I—” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. “I need to go.”

“Yn, wait—” Riki reached out, but You were already grabbing your stuff, your movements frantic.

“Good, uh... good practice today,” you said. Your voice was steadier now, though your heart was still pounding in your chest. “See you Friday.”

Riki stayed rooted in place, his hand falling to his side as he watched you flee. You pushed open the door and disappeared down the hallway, leaving him alone in the empty studio.

Riki ran a hand through his damp hair, letting out a frustrated sigh. His chest felt tight, his mind replaying the moment over and over again. He wanted you so, so bad.

The only sound in the room was the faint hum of the air conditioning, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him. Riki sat down on the floor, his head in his hands, and whispered to himself, “What the fuck am I doing?”

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melodic-haze · 11 months ago

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h-hey 👯‍♀️😕😜🎀

Since you said in your other post that you wanted to write for either Miko or Ei, I HAD AN IDEA!!

What if Miko and fellow kitsune!Reader who start their breeding months (in january obviously) and have Ei volunteering herself to them not knowing that they can’t obviously be sated in just one day 🙄 (r.i.p her cunny)

☆ — DEMO TRACK: switch!Miko x sub!Ei x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Reader and Miko can shift what they want (specifically their genitals 😄), knotting and breeding (not really)

☆ — NOTES: You. YOUUUUUU. Are such a genius ily anon ty for this 🙏🙏🙏

Ohhhh this bitch REALLY fucked around and found out LOL I almost feel bad.......almost

Have to hand it to Ei though, she DID try to research before proposing the idea in the first place. Especially since this is set in the first year since she got out the PoE........but studying it obv won't be the same as the real thing LOL

You and Miko have fared relatively okay on your own—the two of you have ABSOLUTELY mated before to ease each other's heat but it always felt like something was missing. You both made sure to take procedures to make sure neither of you ever concieved a child after the process with the excuse of the two of you being way too busy to care for one but like. The actual main reason was that if you were to have a child, you both wanted to have the third piece of the puzzle there with you

Now that the third member of your polycule's back, your heats are STRONGER THAN EVER bc wtf she's acc here??? Ughfhghfhh neeeeeed......like do you get me I hope you do

It wasn't as if it was a normal discussion to have out in public (you both always talked about it indoors until neither of you needed to really talk ab it anymore from all the time spent w each other) but it was a nice picnic between the three of you; Ei's head was on Miko's thighs as she ate up yet ANOTHER skewer of tricolour dango while you were leaning on the latter's side when she brought it up

Ei cleared her throat with a slight tinge of nervousness, "Could I perhaps, ah.. assist the both of you in your mating period?"

You choked on the dango that you were about to swallow as you see Miko startle the slightest bit, nearly dropping her novel in the process.

When you managed to regain your composure (or at least a modicum of it), you could only rush out a simple "'scuse me?" as Miko placed her book down to the side with a raised brow.

Miko combed her fingers through Ei's hair as she questioned, "What brought this on, dear?"

"Well..." The Archon licked her lips as she slowly got her words out, "I've.. left you two for over five hundred years. And while I'm glad that you both had each other for company whenever the season hits, I cannot deny that.. well, I feel bad, I suppose."

"You feel bad," the shrine priestess mocked, which.. really, wasn't all that undeserved, despite the fact that she was mocking the nation's leader.

"For a lack of a better word, yes." She sits up and turns to the both of you, putting the now-empty skewer aside, "Now that I have returned from my admittedly self-imposed isolation, it would be remiss of me to.. avoid my duties as your lover."

"I don't mean to be rude, Your Excellency," you teased, "but do you even know what you're saying? You've been in the Plane of Euthymia for so long; I worry for your safety."

You hear the pink fox envoy let out a quiet snort of amusement for your slight condescension (all in good faith, of course) as Ei sighed, "I think you forget that I am not a fragile mortal who needs to be coddled—I can withstand brutal wars and come out victorious."

"Besides," she adds, "I have done a fair amount of research to refresh my knowledge. I assure you both that I can take whatever it is you give me."

Miko mused, "I thought you knew better than to rely on textbook information rather than actual experiment, Ei."

"You're trying much too hard to dissuade me from my offer."

"We both deserve to rib into you for at least a couple hundred years."

"Especially considering how we've been left to fend for ourselves..."

"I.. suppose I do deserve that. And I want to make amends for it all, starting with this. So.. will you let me help? Please?" She looked at the both of you with such sincerity despite the subject matter.

...

The fact that Raiden Ei herself was begging the two of you though...

The both of you jumped her sides with sharing grins, your ears flicking in sync as you let out your own laughs.

"You should hope that you don't regret that, Ei.."

"..Because we are rather.. insatiable."

Then comes the actual thing and ohhhhh girlie was NOT prepared

When I said your heats get worse bc of how Ei's back, I fucking MEAN IT. It's the fact that that familiar sweet smell isn't just a not-quite-forgotten memory for you two anymore that it's just driving you both abslutely NUTS

When she gets to you two she gets POUNCED ON and there is. Basically no break for her at all and foreplay is basically foreGONE atp tbh

Eat her cunt like a bitch STARVED it's like both you and Miko are competing and assisting each other at the same time like who can eat her out better, who can make her squirt, etc etc

SO MANY BITE MARKS ON HER HOLY SHIT like okay yes on you and Miko as well but both of you want to mark Ei EXTREMELY for all the time you've lost with her. The both of you wanna show both Ei and perhaps the entirety of Inazuma that archon is YOURS at the end of the day......at least, if the loud noises didn't give them enough of a hint 🤷‍♀️

You're so right anon rip Ei's cunny indeed bc both you and Miko ABUSE the living HELL out of it❗️❗️❗️ You do often have to personally pry Miko off when she's overstaying in the spot you're supposed to share 🫶🫶🫶🫶 just tell her she's being a VERY bad girl rn and she'll fold. Usually she wouldn't but the haze (lol) in her mind is sooo fucking thick she can't think straight and she can't think of the witty remarks she would've otherwise made :((( poor baby the only thing she wants to do is breed and get bred :(((((((

I need to spitroast her with Miko so very badly I'm ngl to you I neeeed I NEEEEED I need to see Ei being impaled on both ends, both sides basically slobbering

It'd be very messy and would 100% take so long before you finish but when you do, it's with your fellow kitsune's own pussy practically filled to the brim and Leaking as she's laid out and finally passed out as your hips are locked in on your Archon's own; you cumming inside of you for like the nth time and stuffing her full w a mix of both your and Miko's cum and essentially plugging it with an inflamed bulb :3

Whether Ei has a system that allows her to get pregnant or not, gen who knows.......but one thing's def for sure. Or like three things acc: one, you two are VERY clearly excited that your shared lover is finally back; two, turns out she absolutely LOVES being used and bred by her two partners; and three?

It was an unusually hard thing to do, waking up. Despite having an artifical body and being an archon that has faced true horrors and extreme exhaustion, she found herself absolutely spent from the marathon.. copulation.

Ei had hoped that her exhaustion meant that the two of you were much more tired than she was, even despite your inhumanity, and yet...

Her eyes couldn't help but flutter open as a sudden gasp left her lips—she sees you push into her roughly with a lust-addled look on your face. You were already inside her when she fell asleep, considering the animalistic knot that held the both of you together, but even when it had shrunk to a more.. manageable level, you still hadn't taken it out.

Then Ei looks slightly to the right and there she sees her pink-haired familiar, heavily breathing as she grinded her wet, hot pussy onto her thighs with such loud, obscene moans.

(If the Archon listened close enough, which she did, she would've noticed the slight growl to the sounds she made—such a sound was at its most clearest when she ducked down to press another bite mark on porcelain skin.)

She couldn't even utter a word to remark that she had just woken up, didn't even have the room to do anything to stop you before you started pounding away at her like your life depended on it.

..And she could. Really, she could. She wasn't the feared Raiden Shogun for nothing.

She could stop you if she wanted to.

If she wanted to.

But when she feels the residual fluids within her gush out as you essentially resculpt her insides over and over and over, when she feels the desperate whines that Miko lets out as she cums and covers her thigh in slick, well.

She finds that she doesn't really want to.

(And really, not only was it her fault for volunteering, but this is her responsibility as your lover.)

(She knew that, and she wasn't going to start shirking her responsibilities again.)

(Even if it costs her her mobility for a while. But it's fine, she can just do a lot of maintenance after.)

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takemealivelh · 2 months ago

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spread them open|| l.h.

fratboy!luke

i've been delaying this because it's not that i don't like it, it's more like i think i could've done more with it. i'm posting this and then i'm disappearing for a bit.

Luke and his classmate (self-insert) find themselves in her room late at night after new year's party.

2.3k words

MDNI: fingerfucking, unprotected sex, choking, spanking, dirty talk, you get it lmfao

FEEDBACK IS ENCOURAGED AND APPRECIATED

you meet luke at one of your friends' gigs. he plays songs with the band he formed during his freshman year in college. he's a junior and you're a senior now. he's in the advanced music theory class, so you share the same class.

at the new year's eve party, your dorm is packed with musicians and friends who attended the show a few hours ago at your college's theater. you catch luke smiling at you with a drink in his hand.

you've been friends for a while. you think he's sweet and emotionally intelligent. he seems older, and more experienced. and he's absolutely gorgeous. "hey," you smile back. it's all it takes for you to end the rest of the night flirting.

"you wanna listen to this demo?" luke asks you when you're outside, taking some fresh air, and alone. "but you can't laugh. it's the first one i ever made." luke's cheeks flush and you think he's adorable. he plays a song about anxiety and fear. and you think that him being this vulnerable with you must mean something. you also show him some of your first productions. he likes them.

midnight strikes and you hug each other. there's quite a bit of flirty tension but neither of you acts on it. then, when it's suddenly four am, it doesn't take long. not after the rest of the party dies down. you two are sat down near the end-of-the-hall window and you say "it's cold." "maybe your room is warmer," he smiles.

when you get there, he asks you if he can play your keyboard. the one between your bed and your desk. you say sure and lay down, feet up on the comforter even though you hate you're wearing these shoes, they're probably gonna stain the whole thing. "i like it," you smile as he plays one last chord and runs a hand through his bleached curls.

"it was shit," luke answers, chuckling awkwardly, leaning back on your desk chair.

"you're too hard on yourself, man."

"maybe," he shrugs. and you both stay silent, staring at each other. you feel the tension building up. you've had a crush on him for months now, ever since you had a dream where you both were dating. went to the beach and everything. luke scratches the back of his ear as if he's coming up with the courage to… do something. you can't really tell what's going on through his head.

"i'm so tired, i can't even take my shoes off," you grin, looking down at your feet. something to alleviate the tight knot in your stomach. he stands up and walks over to you. he doesn't say anything as he undoes the shoelaces and takes your shoes off, dropping them on the floor. "thanks," you smile. feeling him this close is making your head go dizzy. you're not even that drunk. he doesn't seem drunk either.

"can i lay down with you?"

you nod your head.

in no time, luke's beside you. you feel the weight of his body on the mattress and the warmth of his clothes against yours. you both stay silent for another couple of minutes. you don't dare to look up at him, not even when he starts playing with your hair. you feel safe with him, but also horny as fuck. you haven't gotten laid in about a year and the drought has been driving you insane. "hey, i've been meaning to ask you something," he says.

"what is it?"

"can i steal a kiss from you?"

you look up at him, his soft yet playful smile. those baby blue eyes. you don't answer the question, you just close the gap between both your mouths.

making out with luke feels like a fever dream. his texture and flavor, god it's so good. your hand finds the nape of his neck as he cups your face, making you shift your weight and end up on top of him. there aren't too many words. the only sounds in the room are sighs and heavy breaths. they echo around. you pull his hair and a low moan erupts from his lips, making you smile into the passionate kiss. "i wanna fuck you," he finally says, pulling away and looking into your eyes.

you want to burst. you want to cum right now. the way he looks with his tousled hair and that devilish smirk on his lips. "cool." your voice is soft but desperate as you kiss him again. he smiles.

the messy makeout session goes on for, three minutes? an hour? time doesn't feel rational right now. it doesn't exist. it's just this moment, and luke's tongue licking your lower lip, begging for entry. his boner, growing hard. his eyes, growing darker. "i've wanted this since the last show."

"really?" there's both confusion and joy in your voice.

"yeah," his tongue runs down your chin to your throat. licking your salty skin, he seems to be having fun. your college classmate's hands find the hem of your shirt, quickly removing it from your body. you let yourself melt into his movements. "you wore this fucking dress…" his grin against your neck makes your skin bristle. you remember that dress. the blue skin-tight dress you put on for that night. it accentuated your curves and "it made your ass…" he slaps it, "you're a gorgeous view, you know that, right?"

you blush. no man has ever admired your body as much as luke. the way he touches it, both caressing it and being rough with it. pretty sure he's already left a mark on your left asscheek, you bite your lower lip. "mm-hmm." it's a soft affirmative sound. sometimes fake-it-till-you-make-it works.

he chuckles and grips your waist, kisses your lips, and swiftly moves you to pin you down to the bed. hovering over you, he trails down his hand to find you absolutely soaking wet under your panties. you moan a little louder this time. "god, you're tight," he says as a finger slips in and out of your pussy. your walls already throbbing for him. for something bigger. so pathetic. "you gonna let me ruin this body, yes?"

your heart pounds harder in your chest. your breathing becomes irregular. luke looks so ready to ravish you, to absolutely destroy you. it's all you want. "mm-hmm."

"good girl." you both take off your pants, fast, like animals. that's when you see it for the first time. it's big and thick and absolutely beautiful. erect and leaking precum. he catches you staring at his dick and chuckles again, "i know."

you would've never thought luke to be so confident in bed. he's sweet and a bit anxious, so the passionate movements and dirty talk startle you a little. but also, life has been hard lately. you might as well submit to this fucking fratboy, the one that popped into your head every once in a while when masturbating.

"spread them open," he orders as he parts your thighs with a hand adorned with rings. he grips the flesh of your left one so fucking hard that you know the indents will be there till morning. you have no time to catch your breath as his fingers skillfully slide up and down your folds. you cannot stay still for the love of god. your mind's about to shut down and you can't resist it. his fucking smirk as he sees you lose control makes him throb harder. "let go, gorgeous. i got you." his words are sincere and it only takes a second before he penetrates you with three fingers.

"fuuck," you moan out when you feel them inside. your walls already longing for something bigger, yet enjoying how his fingers spread you open even more.

"that's it. let it aaall out."

your moans become strained as he keeps fingerfucking you. you don't know where to focus your attention. his heaven-sent fingers, his fallen-angel lips on your tits -licking sinfully every nipple till they become erect- or the sounds he makes. so animalistic yet so beautiful. your hands fly to his hair and you tug his blond curls, which makes him groan.

"yeah, baby," he hums. pulling his fingers out, luke holds them in front of you, his sweaty forehead and his lustful eyes waiting for you to lick them clean. "taste yourself," he orders, once again. and you do. right now you'd do anything for this man.

he rubs his sticky thumb against your lower lip and you put it in your mouth. his smirk grows wider as he looks at the mess you're making. so filthy. so sinful. your mind doesn't work anymore. and nothing matters. nothing can make you worry right now, not even luke lining himself up -no condom- with your entrance and slowly but surely sliding into your swollen pussy. your lips suck his fingers dry with a moan when you feel his size. his mischievous eyes make you go insane.

"you like that." it's not even a question. of course you love being treated like a fucking ragdoll by him. he can have his way with you. he can absolutely destroy your body and you'll thank him in the morning. he's your master and you'll do unquestionably everything and anything he says. his hand pins you down to the bed by your throat. you can barely breathe but all you can do is smile and roll your eyes to the back of your head. "god baby you make me sooo hard." luke hisses as he begins pulling out, then pushing in at an excruciatingly slow pace. he knows he has you in the palm of his hand.

"more," you beg in a choked whisper.

"more?" he chuckles. "you want more of my cock inside you?" his breath near your ear makes you so fucking soaked that you know you'll have to wash your sheets in the morning. and that's when the thought stops. it comes to a halt when he pulls out and then pushes right back into you with the impetus of a madman. he starts fucking you so hard that all you can hear is the skin slapping on skin. his hips bruising yours, his hand choking you harder. "you want it hard and rough and you want all of me inside you. don't you, girl?"

god, you love it when he calls you that. as a consequence of him hitting a deeper spot, your legs fly open only to then wrap around his waist. his moans grow louder and your whining is so pathetic that the kisses on your mouth feel like sins.

"come on," luke pulls out and it makes you shiver. "come on, on your stomach. ass up," he orders.

and you do what he says. it takes no time for you to turn around and shake your pretty ass on his face. it makes him want to devour you. "fuck, you're gorgeous," his smirk is noticeable in the tone of his voice and you cry out when he penetrates you with four fingers and slaps your asscheek as if it's the most natural thing in the world. "come on," he hisses before pulling your hair with his sticky hand. lining up behind you, luke pushes his fat cock inside your swollen pussy and he yanks your hair. "wanna hear you beg for it."

"please, please," you start to implore, "please, luke. ruin me, make me cum." his laughter echoes in your ears as he slaps your ass again and pushes your head down on the mattress, making it hard for you to breathe. you can even imagine his face right now. red, flushed, sweaty. teeth biting down on his lower lip as he fucks you deep, hard and fast. you can't open your eyes and the pleasure you experience is so fucking overwhelming that you feel your orgasm bubble up in your lower stomach. your walls clench around him and he groans out. it's pure bliss.

"louder, girl." his thrusts are so forceful you can picture the bruises there'll be tomorrow. so you comply and start whining louder even though the sounds are muffled by his hand pressing your head against the bed. "fuck, fuck, fuck," he keeps repeating, holding you down, spanking your ass and fucking you so deep that your brain shuts off. your brain malfunctions and that's the moment you squirt all over his cock, which makes him shoot his cum into you. it's such a stream that fills you up and his guttural moans don't stop while he fucks you through both your orgasms.

his movements become sloppy as he yanks you by your hair one more time, turning your face around and looking for your eyes. his hips stop moving the moment he sees your drool drip down your chin. and he smiles. that devastating trademark smile he has. you are speechless before the fallen angel that's got you wrapped around his finger.

luke chuckles and lets go of you. he pulls out with a hiss and lets himself fall on your bed, on his back, his whole pelvis sticky from all the fluids exchanged. "fuck, that was good. you feel so good," he whispers, turning his face to look at you, absolutely destroyed, lying on your chest. "come on, here." his arm pulls you closer and he lets his eyelids rest as he kisses the top of your head. "you're such a fucking good girl."

"thanks," you can't help but blush, closing your eyes and wrapping an arm around his naked torso. you don't mind all the mess you two have made. you don't mind anything because that orgasm was out of this world. your pussy's relaxed, your mind isn't spinning and all you want is to stay there, against his chest, having him kissing the top of your head over and over.

"happy new year," he grins.

"happy new year."

#luke hemmings #luke hemmings fic #luke hemmings smut #5sos smut #imma miss you guys

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You're My Idol

IdolHanJisung x CelebBlackReader

Synopsis~ You and Han were exes. Well, not really. One day, he hit you with three words, and you ran. He's been desperate to get you back, and you let him come back with open arms… just for sex, though. Commitment is scary to you, and something's up with him that scares you.

Warnings~ Smut, rough, commitment issues, exes cheating, a little angst if you squint, Han is a simp on the streets but a dom in the sheets. 2 smut scenes.

Word Count- 7.2k

Han was my ex. I'm just going to be honest. SURE, we might've fucked around after breaking up, but we hadn't seen each other in a year.

This was because we were on tour at the same time. But I'm unsure how I'll react when I see him at the Met Gala. I might even avoid him.

He was an unexpected lover. We met at a celebrity party after the VMA's. His English was perfect, and he was a hottie.

I thought I liked Hyunjin. He has mysteriousness and an art vibe. But something about Han caught my attention.

Their music is jaw-dropping.

When we exchanged numbers, I stalked the entire group. I was infatuated with K-pop culture.

After about two months, we hooked up. And let me tell you, that man is a god in bed.

He really knows how to use his tongue.

We had a good night, and then we had a good couple of months. But he wanted more, and I didn't.

I'm too busy to do that. My career was skyrocketing.

Though I'm scared of committing, I always know that Han and I are connected.

He understood the overwhelming pressure and expectations of singing. The stress of producing music and always having to be on the lookout for trends in music and finding ways to put your own stylistic twist on it.

And most of all, he understood me.

He picked up on my habits and silly phrases. He studied me like I was his everything. I loved how he remembered the tiny things about me.

He knew when I was lying through my teeth, when I was upset and tired, what I liked to eat... he knew everything.

But, we 'broke up'. I don't think I'll find someone who understands me like Han.

So when I was getting ready for the Met Gala, putting on my overly large dress, and being walked to the limo, all I could think about was him.

"Ralphy, are we still on for Sunday?" My manager shrugged, "Ready to get your ass kicked?" I plucked his ginormous arm. "Ow!" Ralph was a big baby.

When I say big, he was buff as fuck. I only hired him because he was hot as fuck. But he has a girlfriend. I keep away. I don't pay him mind because I'm still so attached to Han.

Even though we aren't together.

The limo stopped, and I could hear the shouting. As soon as I walked out of the limo, the lights flashed. I sashayed to the carpet to take photos. My bodyguard's hand was carefully but securely on my waist. He whispered, "To your left." I glanced to the right and then left.

I'm sorry, I'm dyslexic.

I saw Chan, and where you see Channie is where you see Han.

I bit my lip as I looked away to lock back into looking good. My first instinct was to make sure I looked good.

Han might be watching, and I don't want him to think I look ugly.

I made my way down the carpet until we entered the private room. I looked over my shoulder to see the boys far back.

I relaxed as I felt hands on my shoulder. "Hi, baby!" I turned around and saw the tiny woman. If it isn't Ariana Grande. "Hi, sweetheart!"

She hugged me tightly as we rocked. I walked over to Cynthia and gave her a hug. "Hi, pretty woman!" She smiled, and her fantastic nails slid across my hands. I squealed, "Lemme see those nails, girl!" I looked and nodded excitedly, "These are so gorgeous." I felt a presence behind me and turned to see Sabrina.

"Oh my god. Hi, babe!" I hugged her tightly. We're all so busy, and we never see each other. Ariana actually helped me with my album, which blew up.

She let me have some of her demos, and I got especially famous when she gave me one of her popular leaked songs.

I bit my lip as I watched Jennie come over. We worked on a song a while ago, but her company thought it was too Taboo.

Granted, it was smooth R&B about how much I wanted a man to dick me down. I had already attracted a crowd, and as Lil Nas X came over, I saw the boys walking in.

They looked so lost. Poor babies. I smiled as I made eye contact with Seungmin. His smile was polite.

I looked back at the girls, "I don't wanna be messy, but... Isn't that..." I laughed, "Yes, and I can't promise nothing won't happen tonight." Sabrina laughed, "Girl, it's been a year. He probably moved on."

I sighed, "Why would you wish that on me." I heard my favorite giggle get closer. "TYLA!" She shuffled over in that cute dress. "ARGH!" I hugged her as Jennie smiled.

"How are you babe?" She shimmied, "I'm great! Did you see Rihanna! She spoke to me?!" Ariana laughed, "You're so cute." Her eyes were shocked and pretty as she scanned Tyla.

My bodyguard grabbed my arm and yanked me away, "Oh! I gotta go!" I ran with Jean. That was my bodyguard's name. "You want anything to drink?" I shook my head, "We can after." He smiled, "Please don't get into any drunken fights, don't flirt with anyone crazy, and don't throw up."

I smiled, "No promises!"

He smiled as he walked away. I walked back to my crowd of my friends. I don't know exactly where the conversation went.

I smiled as they made me giggle. "Fuck, ya'll are so funny!"

Nas laughed and turned. "Go get your nigga. He hasn't stopped staring." I rolled my eyes as I watched Chris Hemsworth lift Changbin.

"Oh." I laughed as I walked over.

Han made me study Korean. I knew enough to hold a conversation. "Hey guys." I.N's tense shoulders relaxed.

Chan smiled and came in for a bear hug. I smiled big in his arms. "Hey..." I let go. When I made eye contact with Han, my heart stopped. My palms were sweaty, and I felt myself tearing up.

I missed him.

He ran into me and gave me a hug. "I missed your crazy ass." I laughed. When he pulled away, his hands lingered. He knew touching my face or hair was a big No-no. He was trying to figure out where to cling to.

"Hi."

"Hey."

We both smiled at each other. Nothing changed. The chemistry was still there. Minho said in Korean, "Get a room." I rolled my eyes, "I know you're not talking Minsung."

Changbin only laughed. I noticed that two of the boys were missing. "Where the hell is Hyunjin and Felix?" Seungmin mentioned, "Hyunjin is with Donatella, and Felix is mingling."

I nodded and looked around. "Does Hyunjin know I'm here?! He didn't wanna say hi!?" Then, I felt someone's hands wrap around my waist into an intimate back hug. "Hi, Y/N." I turned around, jumping out of his arms. "Hyunjinnie!" I gave him a hug.

I laughed, "I'm gonna say Hi to Felix and get drunk. You know where to find me if you need me." I walked over to find my friends.

Sabrina whispered in my ear in passing, "He's Australian?!" I turned around. I confusedly asked, "Who? Felix?" She nodded excitedly, "I think he's hot." I laughed, "Well, aren't you dating that one guy?"

She smiled, "Sadly." I bust out laughing. "Where is Felix?" She pointed with her thumb, "Over there."

I turned over to look at him with some celebrities. "Lix!" His eyes widened as he turned his head. He was talking to fucking Asap Rocky. "Oh! S/N (Stage name), Where have you been!?" He dapped me up. I couldn't help but laugh.

Rocky was like an uncle to me in a weird way. My music started with Tyler scouting me, and we made a crazy song.

Then, I somehow managed to get into contact with Rocky. "I'm doing great! Where is our wife?" He smiled, "In the restroom. You know Felix?" I turned to Felix. I wrapped his arm in mine, "Yeah, I know his whole group."

He nodded, "That's what's up. Hey, text me later. I have a song I need a feature on." He hugged me tightly one last time before walking off to Rihanna. I waved at her with a big smile.

She waved back and walked with Rocky. I turned to Lix, "Hi, Lixie!"

I mingled with many celebrity friends and went to the bar to down drinks. I sat comfortably with Tyla to talk about our careers.

As two black artists in the industry, it's very different from everyone else.

I heard footsteps walking over, and Tyla looked Han up and down, "Ou girl, I gotta go." I sighed, "Hi, Hannie." He quirked an eyebrow, "Why do you sound so disappointed to see me."

I laughed, "Cause you know how this ends every time we see each other." He crossed his arms, "What if I told you I have a girlfriend?"

My heart dropped. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. It was a silent stare before I asked, "Do you?" He smiled, "No, I don't."

I ordered another shot and turned back to Han. "So, how have you been?" He smiled, "Small talk? Why are you being weird?" I smiled. He always read me like an open book. I loved it.

"Because Han, I actually wanna know how you are." He quirked his eyebrow again, "Really? Your place or mine?"

Our lips crashed into one another as Han threw me on the bed.

I giggled as he ripped his shirt off his big shoulders. That's where my legs belong. He pulled my legs to drag me closer to him. He pulled off his pants, leaving only his boxers.

The boner was prominent in the car, but now I remember how big he is.

"Don't worry, there's plenty of foreplay we can do tonight."

He kissed me again, dragging his tongue over my lower lip. He pulled away and winked. He pulled me out of my dress and pulled down my panties. He stared for a moment and slid the panties back on.

"Get on your hands and knees, and let your ass face me."

I obliged carefully. Han smiled, "I'm gonna fuck your panties on."

He slid his dick out and started torturing us. He slid his dick over my clit. That made me moan. "Be as loud as you want, baby. The boys don't care."

My arms started to shake from fatigue. I fell into the pillows, and I felt Han's finger dig into my hole. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. He peeked at me, "You bring your vibrator?" I shook my head.

He had a half-smirk that made him look so sexy. I watched as he dug his second finger into my hole. I moaned as he decidedly to randomly rapidly push them into my hole.

I whimpered at how fast he was going. I felt my body humming. His mouth kissed against my hole. His thumb flicked my clit, and I cried, "Fuck me, Han Jisung."

He loved when I called him his full name. "Oh, you're dangerous."

He flipped me over and lifted both my legs to his shoulders. He angled his dick into my hole and thrust roughly into my hole. He was filling me up rapidly, sending me into a frenzy. I started touching myself, and he watched me in awe.

He was pulling my underwear for more momentum as his dick stretched out my wet little hole.

I whimpered, "I'm gonna cum." He dug his dick into my G-spot. I cried as he got rougher and faster. I panted as my eyes squeezed shut. My eyebrows furrowed, and Han (out of habit) rubbed his thumb against them.

I smiled as the satisfaction rushed over me. I started squirting over us. Han smiled in shock and started humming just from the sight. My pussy clenched around him. Han let out a long moan in response.

"f-fuck. Y/N."

He slowed down and fell onto me. "You do so well under me, baby. I almost feel like we're meant to be."

He got off me and pulled me into his chest.

"You're crazy, Hannie."

He smiled and kissed my ear, "Will you be here when I wake up tomorrow."

I got silent. Han nudged me, "Aye... I won't force you to talk to me. But, at least answer the question."

I closed my eyes, "Go to sleep, Han."

My butt pressed into his dick, and he stiffened. "So shut up, or you'll start torturing me."

"Mhm."

I woke up in Han's arms. I scooted from under his blanket and threw on some clothes. I ran out of his place and called Ralphy.

"Walk of shame again, huh?" I peeked through the slightly opened car window and sighed. "Just shut up and drive me home." I climbed into the vehicle. It was silent for a good fifteen minutes.

I squeezed my thighs together as I started to feel anxious. "Han's gonna be mad at me when he wakes up." Ralphy glanced at me and looked back at the road. "Y/N, why do you keep running back to him?"

I let my head rest in my hand as I stared out the window. "I dunno. Maybe it's how safe he makes me feel. But I'm just so scared of getting hurt. I can't do long distance. I can't wait for him."

Ralphy said, "But he's waiting for you. He's a good guy. He takes care of you." I smiled, "That's why I leave the morning after."

Ralphy gave me a quick glance to see the reminiscent smile on my face, "Last time I stayed for the morning, he was making me breakfast in bed." Ralphy laughed, "He's so down bad for you! Please, just let him ask you out."

I looked at my phone. There was no text from Hannie. That's because I blocked his number. Still, I know he'll find a way somehow to talk to me.

I was getting on my plane to continue my tour. My album had dropped a month ago, and I was getting lots of 'congratulations on the show!' Still, I wanted Han to text me.

The boys already did. They always do. Chan is actually a stalker. I nervously sat in the plane.

I'm afraid of heights.

Getting on planes is a pet peeve of mine.

Ralphy sat next to me, "Here, to help you relax." He passed me a bottle of alcohol. "You're trying to give me a liver failure." His left eye twitched as he shoved the bottle in my hand.

I laughed. I dove back the shot straight from the bottle and let my head settle on his shoulder. "Ralphy, I can't stop thinking about Han."

He laughed, "Saying that leaning on another man's shoulder is insane." He turned to me, "Unblock him."

I lifted my head, "Why are you so pro-Han Jisung?" He smiled and played with the curl in my puffball. "He makes you happy. Happier than Zach ever could."

I laughed, "Yeah." Ralphy said, "I hated Zach. He so easily used you, and for what? Now he's a famous cheater."

I laughed, "True, I lost two best friends in one sitting." Ralphy rolled his eyes, "You never lost me." I turned to look at him and smiled.

He's right. Ralphy went to Zach's house and beat his ass. "Okay, enough about my past. I have to study my setlist." He laughed, "Should've done that weeks ago." I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, whatever." I opened my iPad and started to study.

After about an hour of going at it, Ralphy had fallen asleep, and I was a little more tipsy than usual. As it became harder to read my lyrics, I realized how lonely I felt.

I did something even more impulsive than unblock Han. I also deleted his number.

As the FaceTime dialed, I was met with Minho's furrowed eyebrows. He was in a face mask. "Why the hell are you calling me Y/N?" I sighed, "I have to talk to Hannie." "Call him then?"

I groaned, "Give Han the phone, hoe!"

Minho made old man grunt sounds as he got up. He walked to Han's room and slid the phone under the door.

I saw Hannie's cute face poke into the camera. He curiously picked it up and inspected the phone. His eyes lit up, "Hi, baby."

I only smiled, "Hi, Han. I'm drunk right now. I don't know why I'm calling you. Ralphy got in my head again."

Han only smiled at the camera, "You're drunk?" I nodded innocently, "Shh, Ralphy is sleeping." His smile turned into a tint of concern. I only smiled brighter, "How are you?"

I sighed in annoyance, "Oh my gosh, you're on tour! How is it?" His cute cheeks puffed, "Good Y/N. You're on your tour. How are you feeling?" I smiled, "Nervous."

Han always understood me. He cared for me and made me happy, but I have a problem with running away from people.

Han does as well.

The break-up between us was serious. Han thought I wasn't committed to the relationship. Han also had commitment issues. I'm not saying he ever cheated on me. Han would never do that. There are just some underlying issues between us.

I never asked Han about it, but when he'd say affectionate things... it felt fake.

Han would act romantic because he doesn't know how to be in a relationship. I didn't feel safe with him emotionally.

Maybe that's why I ran away.

I know he's been getting better and going to therapy, but I'm just too scared to give him a chance.

Han stared at me for an eon while I thought to myself. "What's going on in that pretty head?"

"Thinking about us."

I covered my mouth as Han laughed, "Yeah? Thinking about us? I smiled, "Hannie, I'm gonna take a nap. Why don't you text me tomorrow morning?"

The way his eyes shined in the light made me wanna punch him with a cute aggression. "I will." I mentioned before hanging up, "Don't forget to give Minho his phone back."

His eyes lit up as he remembered, "Oh yeah. Bye, cutie. Be safe."

"Wassup L.A.!" I screamed as I ran to the middle of the stage. The beat dropped, and I danced like crazy. I sighed in satisfaction as the song ended.

I was quick to end my show because I had a photoshoot after. Being the ambassador of Balenciaga wasn't easy. I walked into my car, waiting. I read through my missed messages.

One stood out.

Han's Final Form👅

You did so good out there baby😫😫😫😫

Han's Final Form👅

Eat well and keep ripping the stage

Han's Final Form👅

OMG WAIT FANS JUST REALESED CLIPS WHY ARE YOU THE NEXT BEYONCE

Han's Final Form👅

wait thank you Beyonce plz don't take my baby mama away from me🧎🏻‍♂️

You

LMFAOO HANNIE 😭

You

shut ur black ass up!

Han usually takes DAYS to reply. When I got an instant text back, I furrowed my eyebrows in surprise.

Han's Final Form👅

OMG you say the n-word one time🙄

Han's Final Form👅

Bad joke, I'm actually really really sorry about that still to this day

You

It's okay Hannie🧍🏾‍♀️

You

I didn't expect you to respond so quick tho

Han's Final Form👅

I'll always text back for you🗣

Han's Final Form👅

Besides, I'm always up until the ass crack of dawn, you know that

Hearing that stung. Did that mean Han was ignoring me before? I know Han was dealing with some depression while we were together. It was to the point where he was shutting out his own members.

You

Oh okay, we're lying now???? remember when you left me on read for a month🤨

Han's Final Form👅

DID I REALLY? I'M SORRY BABY?😅

Han's Final Form👅

You free to facetime?😁💦💦

You

ah no, I have a photoshoot, and then I'm gonna eat, and prolly spend all night at the studio.

Han's Final Form👅

As much as I love that you're a strong independent baddie😍

Han's Final Form👅

Please don't overwork yourself

You

I won't hannie

The conversation ended after he left a heart on my message. Han told me he was in the studio at the moment. That conversation felt so natural between us.

Maybe there is hope in the future.

The car finally stopped, and I walked out. The shoot was for Balenciaga. I was trying on their winter-season clothes.

The huge puffer jacket and sunglasses made me look so mysterious. My hairstylist was installing my wig when I got a call from Lil Nas X.

"Hi, bitch!" I waved at the camera. "Hi, hoe. I'm getting my wig done." He turned the camera over to his studio set up, "When is your ass getting here? It took you so long, I started working on another song."

I laughed, "Nas, I'll be over in an hour. I have a shoot!"

"Hurry your black ass over here."

I laughed and said, "Okay, bye."

"Buh, bye."

He hung up the phone, and I continued to read my book.

My stylist said, "You have tight curls, very pretty." I laughed, "Thank you! Actually, I've been needing to get a new stylist. My other one got fired for always showing up late."

The older woman smiled, "Of course, who do I contact?" I laughed, "Me, you're hired!"

I was at Nas's place. He had alcohol on the table and some snacks for me. "Hi!" I took a deep sigh and ran to his seat.

"PIANO KEYS!" I kissed his piano keys. "I don't clean those." I paused and pulled away, "EW!"

"Who the hell cleans their piano keys?"

I crossed my arms, "ME?!"

Nas shook his head, and I went back to tending the computer.

I opened the music file we were working on and quietly listened to what we had done. I said, "I was recording something real quick. I don't know if you'll like that."

Nas sat on the couch, "Your melodic variety is why you're so famous. It's always unique."

I smiled shyly and played the song. Nas scowled while he nodded his head along my flow. He nodded, "I love this shit! Record that now."

I grabbed his mic and plugged it in. I started to arrange my part because I wanted some individuality.

Nas asked, "We all know what you and Han did after the Met. So, have you talked to him?" I pretended I didn't hear him.

"Nigga! I know you hear me." I shook my head, "NOOOOO! I don't wanna talk about it." Nas scooted a chair beside mine, "The bassline is on A sharp minor, not G minor."

I moved the scale up, and it started to sound right. "You need to talk to Han. I mean, I get you got your trauma and shit, but you two need to put that in the open. If you can't, then you can't trust him, and you two need to work that out, too."

I slammed my head into the keys. "Again, those are not clean." I sat my head back up.

"The thing is, ever since that shit happened with Chloe and Zach, I just can't do relationship shit. That hurt so fucking much. To see my own best friend riding on my boyfriend's dick like it was the greatest thing ever... it was disgusting."

Nas put a hand on my shoulder and rubbed it, "I get that girl, but Han won't do the same shit."

My shoulder's sunk, "It's not just that. Han's feelings feel like a facade."

Nas nodded, "You should tell him that."

"I will, maybe.... not? I don't know. It's scary to put my feelings out there."

Nas said, "Well, you gotta try."

I shied away and began to record the music. We played around with the mixing for about an hour and a half before Nas brought out the alcohol.

I bit my lip and waited for the burn to hit my throat. When it did, I let out a tight 'ah.' Nas said, "Hennesy tastes like sweet sewer water." I rolled my eyes, "You can't appreciate alcohol."

He was right. I am crazy for drinking straight alc with no chasser, but that's just the way that I am.

I smiled while looking at all the tracks I ended up recording.

"Fuck, did I go overboard with the mixing again?"

Nas shook his head, "I love when you do harmonies. It's pretty, but you need to go home. Ralphy is gonna kill me. You have an interview at 7 AM."

I sighed. "Shit, you're so right."

I was back at my interview. We talked about the album and what's next. It was fun being here and talking with the interviewer.

"I'm not saying I hate people who wear socks with flip flops, just saying if I see you in public like that, it's on sight."

The interviewer laughed, "You heard here, first folks. S/N is a stone-cold killer. Now you have a song in your album called Ponyo, and you even have a tattoo related to that movie. What does that movie mean to you?"

I smiled, "An ex of mine introduced it to me. I loved that movie and what it represented. I made a song about how I wanted my life to be like that. It's stupid and kiddish, but I'm happy with how the song came out."

The interviewer reassured me, "Not at all. I think the movie producer would love that it had this much of an impact on you. It's one of your most popular songs."

I laughed, "Yeah, it is. Thanks to my fans, they got me in contact with the producer, and I got to see his live reaction to it. Hayao Miyazaki has a beautiful soul."

The interviewer asked me more about the album and me. Then, I was on my way to the next show.

Han told me he was on his way out of Korea, and we'd probably cross paths toward the middle of our tours. We'd meet in Australia.

It wasn't long before I was taking my plane ride there. I was equally nervous and excited. I couldn't wait to see Han, but I was also afraid. Performing in Australia before Stray Kids was going to be a humbling experience.

Han had saved me two tickets so I could bring a friend. I didn't know who I should've brung, so I brought Ralphy.

I sat in my VIP section and watched as the beat of their songs came up.

I smiled and leaned my head on Ralphy. He held my hand, and I watched as the boys filed out.

God, Han looked so good. I wanted to touch him in god-awful ways.

I looked over at Ralphy as he admired the live singing.

"Ralphy, you look like you're developing a crush." He leaned down and said, "I'm a straight male, also in love with my girlfriend."

I looked at our hands and moved away, "Jesus, text your girlfriend and tell her I'm being too touchy again." He laughed and pulled out his phone.

I watched in excitement as the boys danced to the songs. It was scary as they started to leave the stage to run to the crowd.

I prayed in my head that Han wouldn't come over here. I thanked everything that he didn't, but do you know who couldn't help himself?

Felix.

His smile spread as he gave me a big hug. I giggled as everyone recorded the two of us. He ran off, and I could see it now.

A fuck-ass photo of me and a headline accusing me of dating Felix. I don't even like Felix romantically! I LIKE HIS FRIEND!

I sighed and smiled at my fans. Everyone asked to take a picture, and I shook my head, "It's about the boys tonight. Maybe afterward outside 'cause I love y'all so much!"

The crowd giggled as I slowly got them to focus back on the stage.

It was just all too messy. What was messier was the text I got from Han.

Han's Final Form👅

xxx xxx xxx

Han's Final Form👅

That's my hotel😗

Han's Final Form👅

You look so good in casual clothing

Han's Final Form👅

You look so good always

Han's Final Form👅

I'm so hard rn and I need you under me😫😫😫😫😫😫

You

Jesus Han LOCK IN... AREN'T YOU WORRIED ABOUT RUMORS OF ME AND FELIX?!

Han's Final Form👅

No idgaf

Han's Final Form👅

Felix is more likely to like men than you 🙄

You

That is so rude of you to say

Han's Final Form👅

Y'know I'm kidding

Han's Final Form👅

Please🧎🏻‍♂️

Han's Final Form👅

I need to smell you again

Han's Final Form👅

I miss you

You

Fine but be prepared to get very angry text from Ralphy

Han's Final Form👅

I am scared of that man but I'm so down bad that I can't find it in my heart to care rn🤤

You

LMAO I'M COMING!

I whispered to Ralph, "I need you to drop me off at this hotel."

Ralph rolled his eyes, "Jesus, you two are like rabbits in spring."

I could only smile as we walked out. I didn't notice the crowd of people following until I was getting into my car. "PLEASE! S/N!? WE NEED A PHOTO REMEMBER?!"

I excitedly squealed, "OKAY! I'm coming!" I giggled as I got crowded by fans to take pictures. "Hey, wait... I know you. You run that fan page about me!"

The girl started crying in my arms and asked, "Oh my god, can I hug you?" "Of course you can!" She ran in and hugged me tightly. Her body was shaking in mine.

I started to realize how much I meant to her. How much it mattered to see me like this.

"Don't cry! It's okay! I'm just me!" She said in my muffled shirt, "I'm never gonna wash this shirt. You smell amazing." I laughed, "You're so funny!"

The group of girls all asked for autographs and photos. I did love my fans a lot. They really love me and my art. That makes me so happy and proud.

When they waved goodbye, I almost didn't want them to leave. "I'm gonna post something at 2pm tomorrow. Will you guys comment? I wanna see you again." The girl who was crying nodded, "Yes! I'll do it."

I laughed, and they ran off together. Ralph opened the door for me and mumbled, "I don't know how you do it. You really love your fans."

I watched them safely run off. Ralphy entered the driver's seat. Before we started driving, he asked, "Do you have condoms?" I rolled my eyes, "Han usually has some."

Ralph sighed, "Good, I don't feel like dealing with a miniature hornhog."

I laughed as he pulled off. The drive wasn't long.

When I entered the grand hotel, Han stood in the lobby with flowers.

"Hi, baby." I looked at the way he was dressed.

He wore that blue plaid shirt, a white t-shirt underneath, and baggy blue jeans.

"You tricked me. You're taking me on a date." He laughed, "Not really, I can't go out, so we're going to my hotel room."

I smiled as he held his hand out for me. I know he's the kind of romantic guy who tells romance stories, but... I feel like this feels a little show-and-tell-ish.

The elevator looked so fancy as we headed upward. Han smiled, "You look beautiful, you know that?" I quirked an eyebrow, "Hah, thanks Hannie. You don't look too bad yourself."

His smile was content. I looked away suddenly, feeling the awkward air between us. He nudged me, "Don't get shy on me." The elevator opened, and he held my hand. He walked me to his room and opened the door. I was greeted with candles, flowers, comfy comforters, and a movie on pause. I looked at the food service and ice cream on the table, and my eyes widened.

"Han..." He kissed my cheeks, "You like it?" I leaped toward the pile of pillows and comforters and crashed into them. It was a soft landing.

Han just laughed at my antics. He threw off his plaid shirt and joined me on the ground.

"I thought you'd like it."

I took in his arm muscles in his shirt. His chest looked prominent, and his shoulders were broad.

'Right where your legs belong, baby.' Han whispered that to me on one of our late nights together. It sent this shiver up my spine.

I smiled and gave him a big hug. Han's voice was muffled in my shirt when he said, "I don't know what you wanted to watch, so I just turned on anything."

His breath built up heat on my shoulder. I pulled away to look at him.

I didn't care. I was happy Han did all of this. Even when that feeling in my heart gives me this tinge. Even when the smile on his face has this faint nervousness that lets me know he's not sure.

I knew what he was doing... but I couldn't resist.

"Hey, baby? Before we start the movie, can we talk about something?"

I looked at him, confused, "Of course... what is it?" He smiled while wrapping the cover around me and pulled me in for a kiss. My eyes widened as my body relaxed against his.

Maybe I was wrong about where this night was going.

Han slid his hand into the blanket and plopped on my lap. I could feel how hard he was in his jeans. I just wanted to ride him to the sunset, but Han pulled away to my surprise.

He never pulls away.

"Baby?" I quirked an eyebrow at him. "Yeah? What's up?" He pouted, "I thought we should talk about us."

I blinked, "Us?" He nodded. He looked into my eyes as my face slowly turned into a frown. My eyebrows furrowed, causing Han to instinctively rub his thumb across my wrinkles. "I want us to try to be in a relationship again."

I shook my head, "We ended it for a reason."

"Yeah, I gave you my reason, but you never told me why you were so ready to leave me."

I rolled my eyes, "You said it. I'm not ready for it. That's what you told me."

His eyes lowered, "You know you say that but if you don't want this... if you never wanted it, why do you call me your ex?"

I paused for a beat.

Han continued, "Are you afraid to admit that you want me? Is commitment that scary? You call me an ex because you figured you loved me, and instead of being communicative, you fled."

I paused. Han just read me like an open book. "Shit Han! Can I be fucking happy!? DO I HAVE TO BE TIED DOWN TO YOU? I CAN'T TRUST YOU!"

His eyes widened as he noticed how panicked I got so quickly. He spoke calmly, "Why? What is it about me you can't trust?"

I looked away, "I..." I didn't want to tell him. I was so scared to inform him. I felt cornered. My walls came crashing down, and I started crying.

Han's big brown eyes got immense as he jumped at me. He hugged me so tight I thought I'd suffocate. "Please, don't cry. I hate it when you cry."

I sobbed. I just kept crying and wouldn't stop. Something about this whole situation made me feel so scared.

Han pulled away to take in my face. He wiped my tears and asked, "You want some ice cream?" I nodded and crawled over to the ice cream on the coffee table. I stuck the spoon in the tub and sucked on it.

There was only one spoon. I guess Hannie wanted to share one tonight.

I sniffled as the cold went down my throat, making me feel immediately better. I bit my lip to work up the courage to talk.

Han was staring at me with this carefulness in his eyes. Like I was a porcelain doll on the edge of the shelf just inches from falling.

I finally spoke, "I'm scared of you."

His body tensed as he waited for me to continue. I was trying hard to open up, and the only thing I could get out was, 'I'm scared of you?'.

"I'm scared you'll hurt my feelings, so I run away. You told me you loved me, and I freaked out. But it's because of something about you."

He asked, "What's that?"

I motioned my hand around the decorations in the living room, "When you do stuff like this, it feels artificial. It feels like you're only doing this for show. I don't feel like you're doing it because you love me. You know who else I got that feeling from?"

He sighed, "I'm not Zach."

I smiled, "I know, you so much better. Your talented, skilled, prettier, buffer, bigger dick, clean-"

Han cut me off, "Hold on... what'd you say?"

I shook it off, "But you're better than him. You're already famous, so you can't use me for fame. And you can't fuck Ralphy because I'm pretty sure you're not gay... I mean, I don't know for sure. The way you act with Minho is kinda suspicious."

"Y/N, the point?" I bit my lip and confessed, "But I also don't feel comfortable talking to you about my feelings on my things, but..." I squeezed my eyes shut, "I love you too, and it scares me."

I still had my eyes shut, "It gives me panic attacks at this point. I'm scared of getting the truth smacked in my face. I'm not like the Asian girls, and you have girls lined up just ready for you at all times. You'll likely venture off and do something that'll hurt me in the long run."

Han looked hurt, "Y/N... I completely get where you're coming from. Sometimes, I have trouble expressing myself, and I've been working on that in therapy. But, I wanna work on myself, and I wanna work on myself with you."

We stared at each other for a while. There was just this unexplainable silence between us. It was a while before Han asked, "So what do you wanna do?"

"I wanna be with you... but one condition." I started climbing on his lap as he stared at me longingly, "Yes?" I smiled, "You have to be patient with me... and love me your way." He smiled, "I will. I'll always do it my way."

I leaned down slowly, and our lips crashed into each other. Han's traveled to my hips. I started grinding on his hard dick. Han groaned in my mouth.

I smiled as I unzipped his pants. I still hadn't let go of our kiss. Han pulled back and watched me unbutton his pants. He looked back up at me with those pretty eyes.

His hands traveled to the hem of my shirt, and he started to lift it. My lace bra was thin. It showed the mountains of my nipples.

We leaned back into another kiss as it started to get heated. There were silent words behind Han's stares. They were pleading with love.

Han's hand dipped under my bra, and he grabbed my boob and squeezed. I let out a pant as I pulled away. I started to unclip my bra, but Han beat me to it.

He's gotten me out of this bra a lot of times in the past. He told me that this was his favorite one. Han's eyes widened as he stared at my titties.

I started grinding on him, and he squeezed his eyes shut in agony. "Fuck, I know, baby. I need to get you wet first." His back was against the couch as he lifted up with me.

He carried me to the bed and turned off the TV quickly. Han liked to fuck in the dark. He said it gives him more of an excuse to let his hands roam.

My back fell flat on the bed as he unzipped my pants. The vibrations of the pants zipping sent this ticklish feeling to my pussy. He pulled them down while looking at me. His eyes said everything his mouth couldn't. "I want you."

I smiled, "I know Hannie."

His thumb rubbed against my clit, causing an electrical wave to shoot through my pussy to my chest. I whined. "Mm, that feels good as always, right?"

I nodded as he bent closer to trap me in another kiss. My tongue traced his lip, and his lips parted. His wet tongue slid into my mouth. His thumb turned into two fingers. They slid into my hole, and I moaned in his mouth.

He loved when I did that.

He let out a satisfied huff against my face.

He kissed and sucked on my neck as I let his fingers dig into my hole. His slow pace was just as gratifying. I started to pant and whine. "I need more."

Han pulled away from my neck and kissed down my stomach. He sucked on my clit as his fingers continued digging in my hole. The sheets balled up in my hands.

"Fuck Han." He smiled against my clit, and my nails moved to his hair. I massaged his scalp and pressed his face closer to my pussy. His wet soft lips kissed my clit, and my body tensed.

Han sucked harder and let his fingers go deeper into me. I moaned louder as he quickened his finger's pace. I felt myself starting to cum around his fingers. My moans became more girlish and high-pitched.

He let me ride down his fingers as my hips bucked into his palm. "Mm, mm. Ah~" My panting slowed down finally.

Han licked his fingers and towered over me. "I'm hurting right now." I laughed as he looked at me playfully. He leaned down to give me a kiss. "I know this hurts to hear, but I won't be able to control how many times I confess my love to you tonight."

I smiled, "That's okay."

He pulled my panties down and pulled his pants down. I bit my lip as I looked at his beautiful dick again.

He pressed himself against my entrance, and I braced myself for the stretch. Han dug himself deep into my hole, and I gasped. He was pacing into me slowly as his hands roamed to my chest. "Kiss me, please?"

He obliged quickly. The kiss was messy as he thrust into me hard but slow. My body rocked to him. Han kissed my neck, leaving probably another hickey. I felt his big dick hit my G-spot finally.

I whimpered from the feeling. Our bodies made noises together as Han's dick thrusts deeper into me. The friction in me started to build as my body heated up more.

"You okay, baby?" I peeked open my eyes, "Ah~ mhm." He smiled and kissed me.

"God, I love you."

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I came around him. Those words made me feel vulnerable enough to cum.

My body shook under him, and his thumb rubbed my hip. He helped me ride through it. He kissed me softly. "Baby, I won't see you for another month or so, so I'm gonna fuck you for every day we won't see each other."

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multiheadcanons · 2 months ago

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MERCS AND HUNGER

scout: scout does a pretty good job at keeping himself fed well enough that hunger doesn’t bother him. he eats when he has a taste for something or a craving for something, and he eats at mealtimes. makes a point to finish his plate at mealtimes because if he eats more, he’s hungry less. loves a good dessert and a midnight snack, so hunger pangs just never hit.

soldier: another man who takes care to eat when he’s hungry, so he never feels the sensation of hunger. even when he does get “hungry” it’s not the physical sensation as much as it is he is just prone to hanger. if his stomach is less than a quarter full, his mood sours quickly. he could be in a great mood and the second he’s feeling even marginally peckish he starts to get annoyed. he is at his worst when he’s hangry.

pyro: pyro keeps snacks on deck in case they ever are hungry and needing anything to eat. the stomach growls from hunger kill them, in a humorous way. it’s funny to listen to their body work, and tell pyro what it needs. it’s almost nice, like working with a dog. they can’t communicate completely with each other, so they have to do what they can to understand the signs their body is giving them.

demo: demo drinks so often that his stomach never feels empty, so he forgets to eat more often than not. it’s only when he’s having pains in his stomach so strong he thinks he’s dying and he goes to the infirmary and the doctor asks “have you eaten anything today?” that he goes oh…. no, no i haven’t. he’s actually pretty sure he hasn’t eaten in a few days… then he goes to make himself something to eat! will always make enough for the team, even if he’s just putting together a light snack. he’ll make an entire charcuterie board for the team in his quest to feed himself.

heavy: snack basket god. he is the snack basket. you need sugar? protein? carbs? fat? you feel dizzy? blood sugar dropping? need something to drink? need some energy? this man’s pockets are like bags of holding, and you never know what he’s gonna pull out of there to cater to you. he’s got fruit, he’s got chips, he’s got protein bars, he’s got jerky, he’s got washed veggies, he’s got crackers, he’s got peanut butter, he’s got water, he’s got chocolate covered espresso beans. whatever you need, whatever you want, you get if you’re hungry. he was doordash before doordash existed. the team got him a cooler bag embroidered with his name for his birthday to free up some space in his pockets, and he was eternally touched. this man hasn’t felt a hunger pang since he was a teenager, he will continue that streak until he dies. and now he has a cute little bag to help him with that. stares at his name on the bag and smiles. he really feels like they’ve become a family.

engineer: the second engie starts hearing his stomach growl he’s annoyed. another unfortunate victim to hanger, engie works nonstop, and never in his list of things to do is “go fuel the body you own”. he should start putting that on the list, because he becomes a big bitch when he’s hungry. engie is already a pretty high strung guy, so when he’s just feeling random pains in his body that he can’t immediately parse through or stop he’s annoyed. the cramps from hunger will double him over because he just won’t think about the idea that he is man made flesh, and not a robot. as much as he would love to be. if he could chug motor oil and call it a day he would. but he can’t, so he needs to start remembering to feed himself. at least remember to drink water.

medic: medic’s not allowed in the kitchen, so he had to take matters into his own hands, because he requires a good amount of calories to function. he got a second fridge and a portable camping stove; and that keeps him fairly comfortable hunger wise. it’s not stuffed to the brim, just some water and a bottle of wine and a pack of beer and some ready-made or quickly prepared meals. there was a period of about a month that he ate exclusively sharp cheddar cheese and summer sausage. just the blocks and the entire fucking sausage. the team joked about it until they got bored, and he decided he’ll never do that again. he gets so tired when he’s hungry, and he can’t function like that.

sniper: sniper will go a solid five days without real food. keeps a sleeve of crackers and a canteen (like a leather canteen) of water and nibbles and sips on them like a mouse. he’s seemingly fine until day five when he realizes if he is given access to the fridge everything in there will be gone. then he promptly goes to the fridge and raids it. then he has to go tell heavy they need to make a grocery run. nobody’s personal groceries are safe from sniper when he is hungry. the furthest he will go in consideration is eating the stuff that’s closest to expiring. everyone gives him that. everyone also learned that regular team meals needed to be a thing pronto so that sniper, specifically, will stop eating their shit. everyone is very concerned about sniper’s caloric intake because their concern is the only thing standing between him and the fridge. and they can’t ban him from the kitchen. he’s the guard. if he’s not watching then pyro and the doctor have free reign. and that can’t happen again.

spy: spy is a grazer when it comes to eating, but he attends the meals regardless. hunger is something he has had to grit his teeth through before, and he’s mostly willing to do it again. but he doesn’t really… have to do that anymore. the team ensures that none of them ever experience a hunger like that again. he’s thankful for it. he remembers being young, and the pain that came with hunger. it was overwhelming. to the point that food was the only thing he can think of. and sometimes, when he’s sitting in the mess hall, staring at a meal that had thought and care put in it… he wonders what price he has to pay for it. sometimes he wonders why he’s worth the trouble of a meal. but he eats it. and it’s always some of the best tasting food he’s ever put in his mouth. and the question persists. what is the price he has to pay? but he eats. he finishes the plate. he sits and ruminates on the meal he just had. he’s a little nicer to the chef. more open, more friendly. and he looks forward to every meal.

#team fortress 2 #team fortress two #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 pyro #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 spy #tf2 demoman #tf2 demo #oh! by the way!#see you in FOUR POSTS???#i don’t think anyone got the mediplier reference 😔

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theprice-if · 2 years ago

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DEMO (TBA)

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

Roaring stadiums, filled to the max with screaming fans, as you stand with a microphone in hand. Your heart pounds against your chest as you get ready to perform. Shouts of adoration filter past your ear as the lights finally turn on; the show truly begins. With you in the center of it all.

Except… that isn’t you. You’re to the side, watching it all, with a clipboard pressed to your chest. Making sure that nothing was out of place.

You’re just an assistant, an assistant to the biggest star gracing the stage in the past decade, but still just an assistant.

That is until you woke up alone in a room that was way above your pay grade; with a shiny ring on your finger. Your new spouse? The very star that you have been working for, for the last two years. The same star that many believed would never settle down— until you came along.

These rapid-fire events thrust you into the spotlight. Rocketing you towards the twinkling lights of stardom as you desperately try to figure out how to come to terms with everything.

The media and tabloids are just the tip of the iceberg. The very star you’re married to offers you the deal of a lifetime.

Stay married to them for a year and get a record deal; the biggest reason you moved to L.A.... All of your dreams will come true after twelve months.

If only you had known what the price of stardom truly brought.

The Price is rated 18+ for explicit language, sexual themes, alcohol/drug use, questionable behavior, and more!

★ Features ★

Customizable MC: name, gender, appearance, facets of your personality, hobbies, and more!

Get into the studio and start preparing for what will come when the year is up. Find the voice that you have always wanted to showcase in the industry!

Create your own music! Cultivate your debut album and show the world what it's been missing!

Interact with your fans and the music industry as a whole through social media! Will you become an upcoming star that the media loves or a black sheep that'll keep them returning for more?

Engage in romance with a variety of characters. Will the fake one become real with your pretend spouse? Or perhaps you'll find passion building with the less complicated-- and fun-loving-- photographer?

Discover what truly happened the night of your marriage. Or, if you choose to do so, leave it as the hazy fog in the recesses of your mind.

And much more as the story continues forward!

Are you willing to pay the price for your dream? Will that dream change over time?

★ The ROs ★

Adrian/Ariana Ocean ★ He/Him or She/Her ★ 28 ★

Your boss, and also your spouse, the most sought-after star in the entertainment industry. With a reputation as spotty as one would expect with someone at the top. However, with the news of your marriage, people seem to be seeing them in a new light; something that they’ve been wanting for a very long time. Let’s hope it’ll last.

Blake Turner ★ He/Him or She/Her ★ 28 ★

A Hollywood starlet that’s coming off their recent Oscar win; who also happens to be your ex from college. An ex that dumped you when they dropped out of college to become a star. A story that you never truly got to hear the entirety of. And suddenly, just like that, they’re back in your life with the same smirk from before. The one that made you fall in love with them, to begin with.

Liam/Leah Shaw ★ He/Him or She/Her ★ 29 ★

Your newly assigned bodyguard, you still have to get used to that, who is supposed to protect you whenever your spouse can’t be with you. You just weren’t expecting them to start affecting you the way that they have. Their warm smile is like a beacon in this unfamiliar world.

Isaac/Isabel Carnell ★ He/Him or She/Her ★ 27 ★

The photographer who is tasked with taking lovely shots of the newly wed couple. One of the only people, besides management, that actually knows what the hell is actually going on. Their general cheerfulness does wonders to lighten your spirits. Not to mention the pictures they take are absolutely divine.

Carson/Cara Madden ★ He/Him or She/Her ★ 33 ★

The lawyer that is making sure everything goes smoothly; while also trying to not get gray hairs throughout. An aloof individual that only cracks a smile around a select few people. However, they’re good at their job and that’s what should matter most to you. Even though you sort of wish they’d smile at you. At least just once.

#the price #interactive fiction #interactive game #choice script #hosted games #choice of games #no demo #if wip #interact if

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jamisonwritestf2trash · 8 months ago

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Do you have any Engineer headcanons?👉👈

Engineer Headcanons!

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Hi Lone!!! FINALLY got around to writing these!! I hope you enjoy!

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I personally think a LOT of the mercs knit. Including Engie. I think he, Sniper, and Demo all knit together. It's mainly comprised of Engie and Demo talking away while Sniper listens. I definitely think Engie likes to do big knitting projects. Like this man has spent months on huge blanket just because he likes devoting MANY hours to any project he starts.

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I think Engie collects rocks. It stared because Pyro would always gift Engie cool rocks it found and he just kept them around in a drawer. Then one day Engie found a rock his own and gave it to Pyro. And Pyro started collecting the rocks Engie gave it. So now it's a little back and forth where they collect rocks to gift each other, and now they both have pretty big rock collections.

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I think Engineer has a lot of nightmares. Never the same one twice though. They range from just general fears and your typical nightmares to really haunting ones that tend to stick with him. He doesn't know where they come from or why they happen so often but he's become pretty used to dealing with them. Definitely a reason he stays up working late...

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Speaking of working late. He has and will continue to pass out at his desk after staying up for days on end. But! Inexplicably, he always wakes up back in his room. He doesn't know HOW he wakes up in his room. He always chalks it up to waking up in a daze and stumbling his way back. After all, none of the mercs seem to know either, or at least, they won't admit to anything...

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In the same vein, absolute KING of forgetting to take care of himself. He's just behind Medic and just above Scout in the ranks actually. He gets so focused in on things that he forgets to do those pesky things like, eat...and drink. You know, minor things! He's sure it's no big deal. At least Pyro drops by with snacks to share sometimes.

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For the life of me can't headcanon him as JUST a black coffee drinker even though I want to. You can't convince me this man doesn't like flavored coffee creamers. French vanilla, hazelnut, Italian sweet crème, you can't tell me he doesn't enjoy the occasional seasonal flavor. His love of coffee creamers however, does not stop him from brewing an entire pot of black coffee and only drinking that. Likes his coffee all ways.

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Okay. Hear me out. This man hates criticism. He can't stand it. And not in an arrogant way, like he doesn't think he's above it by any means. I just think a part of him always takes critism to heart because he's trying his hardest and giving things his all, so sometimes hearing he isn't doing enough or good enough, even in the kindest or most constructive way gets to him.

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I think his workshop is actually never necessarily "quiet". I feel like most of the mercs (Scout and Pyro specifically) come and talk his ear off a LOT. Literally telling him about anything and everything because, we'll, he likes to listen to them. Medic has also been known to drop by, but doesn't spend as much time as the other two. But even when he isn't being talked at by someone, he's got music playing, he's humming to himself, I can't imagine him actually ever doing anything in silence.

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And that's all I've got for you. Hope you liked them, and sorry they took so long 😭

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 engineer #tf2 engie #tf2 hc #tf2 headcanons #team fortress 2 headcanons #praying these make sense because i cant reread them for some reason

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hollowtones · 8 months ago

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ayy monhun fan! what are you thinkin of what we've seen of wilds so far?

The initial trailer they dropped months ago was pretty cool. "World" is my least favourite game that I've played (even thought I liked it a lot!!), and 90% of why I felt that way was "this is the first time they're making a game of this scale / scope / direction", so it's exciting to see them make a successor to it now that they're not also learning how to make a game like it from the bottom-up & not also building the tech side of it from scratch.

Big desert environments have me excited!!!! I love the way these games do deserts. I'm always dreaming of Val Habar. I love the colour palette they're using for this area. Big fan of Yoshi being a new mechanic. In general I'm noticing a lot of things in "Wilds" that feel like a really cool mix of ideas from "World" and "Rise" in a way that feels a little more grounded. It's cool that they're bringing back a buddy you can ride around on & control. I wonder if they'll let Yoshi fight with you. I don't remember if they showed that off already. Getting to hotswap between 2 weapons without having to run back to base camp feels like a big deal that I haven't really wrapped my head around yet.

The focus mode thing seems fine. More granular control over aiming sometimes seems neat, & the footage we've seen makes it feel like positioning & animation commitment are still a part of it, which I like. Expanding part-breaking into "opening wounds that take more damage & enable special attacks" seems cool! (There was a similar-ish tenderizing mechanic with the Clutch Claw in "Iceborne", and I fuckin hated using it. Loved the idea of it at first. Having to do this whole separate action that interrupted the flow of the fight in a weird way to enable more damage felt awful after a while!! And they designed all the fights around the fact that you have it & use it! So I'm glad they're seemingly taking what I liked about it & chucking out the rest, haha.) I remember there was some hubbub about focus existing at all when news was first dropping. Some people were mad about it? I feel like this happens every time they announce a new Monster Hunter. They reveal a new feature, and a couple guys crawl out of the woodwork to go "THEY HAVE MADE THE VIDEO GAME PITIFUL AND EASIER - THIS IS THE DEATH OF THE FRANCHISE!" The franchise has died every game since the first one, by my count. (They end up buying the game anyway, of course.) I hope they put out a demo soon, though. I wanna get my hands on it & see how it works in the middle of a fight to see how I actually feel about it.

Weapon & armour design so far has been great. Happy about that. The bits of NPC designs we've seen have been cool. I don't really like the smith's look very much. Which makes me sad because I'm pretty sure she's supposed to be Little Miss Forge. LOL

When they first showed the game off I remember thinking "yeah, that's cool, I'm looking forward to this, but it's coming out Next Year & we're not even halfway done with 2024." Well now we're almost two thirds of the way through the year. And they keep dropping gameplay trailers. And they look hype as fuck!! And now I'm feeling more impatient!!! I wanna try this shit out soon!!! I wonder if they'll drop a public demo after Gamescom or something. I wonder if my computer could even run it...

I liked the way Hunting Horn played in "Rise" but it's cool to see the more traditional recitals back. (But faster!! And with new combo paths!!) I think I've spent a cumulative hour or two watching that horn trailer over and over again for little details. The funny bubble reminds me of bead of resonance but it seems like it might also be some kind of AoE team buff? It could also just be extra damage like bead was. But I loved bead. So I'll take it. Being a Hunting Horn fan is accepting that you'll be playing an entirely different weapon in every subsequent game, so I suppose I fuss less about whether or not it plays like any one specific game. But mannnnnn it looks cool as hell this time around.

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kob131 · 13 days ago

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The problem with the pricing of the Switch 2 isn't necessarily the actual pricing itself. 450 was an expected price of the Switch 2. It wasn't an anticipated price but it was a price people were willing to tolerate. And 70 dollars was...actually pretty despaired over but still somewhat tolerated.

The problem is the psychological effects. I mean, there's a reason why there was a big focus of ports from gaming's recent greatest hits in the Direct. An issue with the Switch was that it was so underpowered that you just couldn't GET many new big games. Because of that, the Switch's low power created an environment where you couldn't get most of the big hits outside of Nintendo, causing a perceived opportunity cost. Sure, you still had great games but that downer feeling persisted. Marketing exists for a reason: psychology IS an aspect of business.

Now you have the full reveal of an anticipated continuation of one of the biggest consoles of all time. Important questions such as backwards compatibility have been answered. Big hit games are also being hinted at like with Metroid Prime 4 that you can experience. There's a lot of hype for the new console which can easily be converted into sales, especially since it releases in a couple of months. Reveal some good first party titles, like say a new Mario Kart with a big twist or the first solo DK game in a long time, along with some ports and you have a great base for the launch.

Except that psychological effect kicks in. The prices aren't amazing but they're not bad either. Rather standard for the most part. But then you have that big new Mario Kart, your launch title, is revealed to be costing 10 bucks above an already controversial standard. Upgrades for games cost an extra 10 bucks, 20 if they have some small DLC in it. And your stated tech demo, meant to sell people on the console, is locked behind a paywall too. On the whole, they're not that large. People can be a bit more conservative and save up a little more. Honestly with comments about backlog, people probably should be more careful with buying new games. But it feels bad. And it doesn't matter if some of this stuff is logical, that feeling persists and persuades people to not buy. Combine that with the reputation for being the most COST EFFICIENT option and you have a recipe to botch your momentum.

Honestly, stuff like the paid upgrades and 450 asking price isn't that bad from my perspective. I would like a lower price but personally I would likely just ask for it as a present for the holiday or something (I am notorious in my family for being TERRIBLE to get presents for since I just don't care most of the time). And these upgrades likely did cost development time and money somewhere: games are made with console limitations in mind so slapping higher resolutions and framerates won't work unless carefully done so it's not that bad, especially since Sony and Xbox do ask for payments for upgrades on consoles that frankly hit a brick wall with visuals and not even for popular games (how long have people asked for 60 FPS Bloodborne?). But even then, I'm still heavily considering trying to wait Nintendo out. Now consider people who don't have my views and circumstances. ... Yeah, not a good look, huh?

There is some possible good news. Nintendo is halting pre-orders until April 9th, supposedly about the new tariffs and 'market conditions.' It could mean a price hike because the guy voted in by libertarians doesn't get the issues with tariffs but the 'market conditions' could POSSIBLY refer to the public backlash against the price (the Nintendo Treehouse livestreams, meant to hype up the release, have been dominated by people spamming 'drop the price' in the live chat). So there MIGHT be some hope.

Keep your expectations tempered.

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you can now find eddies pov here :))

this wasn’t going to be easy, and that was a fact.

dustin was already distraught, a blabbering fucking mess for the entire walk from the town centre to the creel house in this slimy godforsaken underworld.

they were already at their wits end, with barely a string of hope left when eddie stepped in. eddie, who was now a bad guy apparently. steve had to tackle dustin to the ground when eddie first swooped in and tried to slice nancys throat open with his claw because dustin just wanted to hug him.

that was hard enough. everything was hard enough. but now steve had to face - and probably be the one to kill because he was the brawn if nancy couldn’t - the very man who had been haunting his dreams for months and led him to ask robin the question of how she knew.

he was… rabid. clothes ripped and clinging to his body in unnatural ways, his hair a fucking wild mess, his eyes glowing red, his skin paler than usual, the tips of his fingers now black and sharp like talons, extra teeth that were far sharper than teeth should ever be, a snake like tongue, wings!, and not to mention he was soaked in blood. he had it dripping from his chin for fucks sake.

whatever that thing was, it wasn’t eddie.

but it was.

so they’d spent the past hour trying to hide and calm dustin and devise a new plan, whilst trying to survive in this hell.

yeah this was going to be the hardest thing steve’s ever done.

he was probably going to die today.

well, if he died at the hands- claws of eddie, then at least he’d be dying with something beautiful. monster or not.

they stepped back out into the road, steve leading the pack and nancy covering the back.

something swooped overhead, casting a wide shadow, and by the break in dustin’s voice, steve knew it was the eddie thing.

he looked up to see the beast pearched atop a stobie poll, crouched with his hands between his feet like an animal, his wings hanging down behind him.

he looked right at steve, and steve felt his heart stop.

covered in blood and fucking terrifying, steve still loved him.

more than ever, actually.

eddie cocked his head to the side, just looking at steve.

steve adjusted the grip of his nail bat over his shoulder, ready in position to swing. he heard nancy cock her gun, he heard mike and dustin grab onto eachother, and noticed el stepping up beside him at the ready.

eddie just sat there. he moved his head slowly forward, like he was trying to get a better look. he was assessing them, probably, figuring out the quickest way to kill them all without getting hurt.

it made steve sweat.

if eddie wasn’t so high right now, steve would just charge and take a swing. get this over with. give the kids the best advantage.

eddie quickly straightened his head out and made a sound. it was a weird sound. sort of like a creepy roll of his tongue and then a click. it sounded far too much like a demo dog for steve’s comfort.

everyone froze at eddie’s sudden moment and then started looking around after he’d made the sound.

had he called for help?

steve clenched his jaw and gripped the bat tighter, eyes fixed on eddie.

eddie raised his wings up high, spread out wide and they were big. like fucking massive. steve was sure one wing alone was longer than he was.

everyone braced for impact.

eddie made the sound again and stood, standing tall atop the electricity pole, and then he made another sound that was more like a birds chirp (if the bird was dying).

and then he moved, and everyone made sudden noise and yielded his weapons but then stopped not a second later.

eddie was falling.

he was just freefalling backwards off the stobie poll with his hands clutched at his heart.

right before he hit the ground, his wings kicked up into action and carried him back up into the air. and once he was high enough, really fucking high, he dropped again.

steve was confused.

eddie dropped and then… oh shit, he wrapped his wings around himself and was fucking spiraling through the air like an arrow, heading straight for steve.

he heard will shout to run, and everyone jumped back but-

steve was on the ground, groaning and trying to fight eddie off who was on top of him, pinning him down. steve didn’t know where his bat went.

eddie was looking at him with wide eyes.

steve’s jumped out of his skin, screaming when he heard nancys gunshot.

silence.

eddie made a small sound, a shrill one, like he was hurt.

oh he was hurt.

eddie turned his head and spread out his wing and steve could see a perfect circle cut through it. eddie looked at it, then moved his wing out of the way to scowl at nancy.

this couldn’t be good.

eddie snarled at her, his snake like tongue darting out to his before he was grabbing steve and lifting them up into the air.

steve screamed, he’d never been this high before.

nancy had aimed her gun to shoot again but dustin stopped her, there was a very good chance she’d hit steve if she did.

steve didn’t know where his bat was.

eddie started flying, steve clutched tight in his arms and he had no clue where they were going because he had his eyes squeezed shut.

he was so gonna die like this.

and then they stopped, and steve was being layed down on something… soft?

he opened his eyes to find eddie crouched over him again, his hands between his feet like before, his wings draped down behind him, his head cocked as red eyes blinked at steve curiously.

steve rubbed his head and looked around to find that he was… in the highschool theatre dressing room? he only recognised it because it was a classic in school make out spot.

he was laying on a pile of pillows and ratty old blankets that were piled on top of a few mattresses. pillows, big and small, were piled up even higher around the mattresses and it looked… it looked like a nest.

eddie made the clicky sound again and then chirped happily and crawled away.

steve was beyond confused.

he sat up and looked around.

beside him was an old mangled bear, there was just a pile of flannel shirts in one corner of the nest, eddie’s guitar was leaning up against the edge of the nest wall, there were those weirdly shaped dice dustin always carried scattered around, and… oh.

steve moved a pillow to the side a little to find his old varsity jacket stuffed there. it was dirty and a little wear for tear, but everything was in the upside down.

he wondered why eddie had it.

he moved the pillow some more to find one of his shirts there too. and then he lifted a blanket to find a whole collection of his clothes! a few shirts, a red jumper, three odd socks and one matching pair, a pair of purple boxers, his old basketball shorts, a singular sneaker that matched the one on his foot now, and a yellow sweater that steve recognised as the one he threw at eddie on the boat.

steve pet his own chest to feel the familiar bumps of the pins and patches of eddie’s battle vest laid there.

oh.

oh they- they were the same.

they missed eachother.

they barely knew eachother, but they missed not being able to learn.

steve spun around when he felt eddie’s presence again, and eddie was sitting in his same weird stance, but this time right beside steve, his face abnormally close.

steve kinda freaked out.

eddie cocked his head again, blinked those wide eyes that steve couldn’t find scary, even under the red.

steve held up the varsity jacket in one hand and gave it a waggle. eddie looked at it and then looked back at steve, then back at the jacket, then back at steve, and then he purred.

steve didn’t know why it gave him butterflies.

eddie nodded his head forward until his head bumped steve’s shoulder, and then he looked back up with those wide eyes again.

“it’s yours.” steve said simply, tugging at the sleeve of eddie’s vest on himself, “i know, i’m sorry. i hope you don’t mind. it helped ground me on the bad days.”

eddie cocked his head.

“can you understand me?” steve asked.

eddie nodded.

steve was very glad to hear that, “can you talk like me?”

eddie just looked at him.

steve sighed, “i’ll take that as a no.” he hummed, “you have a lot of my things.”

eddie dropped something else on his lap.

their old year book from eighty two. steve opened it up to the page that was indented, obviously eddie looked at it a lot.

on the page was a picture of the swim team, steve posing in one picture with one other guy - the co captains - however, the other guys face had been covered by a cutout of eddie’s face. above it in red sharpie wrote “by the time you graduate, this will be real, and he will be nice and want you back”.

steve couldn’t help his laugh.

eddie crushed on him in highschool?

steve stopped his laughing when eddie made a sharp sound of protest, and steve looked up to see his already wide eyes even wider and… a pout?

oh god, he was making a puppy dog face at steve right now.

god, steve had heard so much about his puppy dog face from wayne, he’d dreamed about being on the receiving end of one himself. and here he was, only it was different now. he had pale skin and dark eyes and blood on his chin.

steve closed his mouth and looked at the pleading expression on eddie's still pretty face, and kinda melted.

"you technically still haven't graduated, you know?" steve found himself saying, and he didn't know why. eddie was technically a demon or something. steve should be running for the hills, but...

eddie made a chipy clicky sound again and then suddenly something wet was touching his cheek and- okay, eddie was licking him.

eddie was liking him a lot, like a dog.

steve laughed and pulled away and smiled at eddie, "licking? really?"

eddie smiled and nodded, shuffled steve back into the steve pile under the blankets and made him rest there. steve did lay, and rest, leant up against the pile of pillows and old clothes. he'd forgoten all about the high stakes of everything, because all he could think about was eddie. eddie here, alive- not really there, but here no less.

eddie shoved steve into the shape he wanted and then grabbed the old mangled teddy with his teeth and crawled over to steve. he dropped himself down heavily into steves lap - causing him to jolt forward and gasp from the sudden weight and pain - and curled up. his wings wrapped around steve, caving him in. eddie nussled his head against steves chest, under the opening of the vest, the mangled teddy clutched tight in his arms, and then he purred again, a big long one.

it was so warm like this.

steve didn't care if eddie wasn't really eddie anymore, because deep down inside, he was still every bit eddie that he could be. it was this world that had turned him into something else.

plus, who was he to judge? steve was a much uglier monster at one point in his life too, bulying and kicking people to the ground during highschool, but he was still good at heart these days. eddie could be too.

he was.

there was no doubt about it.

steve ran his hand over - not through because he physically couldn't - eddie's hair and held him close, and they rested there together for a while, in eddie's home.

saving the world could wait a little while.

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