#so they basically write *any!male!character x reader*
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Hey, I wanted to ask for the housewardens with a male!reader from their dorm that have the same name as the Seven's sidekicks (?).
Example : Cerberus for Idia, Diaval for Malleus, FlotSam for Azul, ect...
And people (*cough* Yuu *cough*) always compared the reader with the housewarden and always say things like : "oh yeah, the new Diaval and the new Maleficent.." *looking at Reader and Malleus talking about Briar Valley.*
characters: the housewardens x male reader
tags: platonic, fluff + crack, imagines + scenario format; yuu is there, mentions of ruggie and jack in leona's, mentions of the leech twins in azul's, mentions of jamil in kalim's, mentions of ortho in idia's, mentions of sebek in malleus'
warnings: nothing
author's notes: i tried to choose characters that aren't already inspirations for the characters in the game so some of them end up being from the second movie and stuff LOL sorry if this isnt what you want anon but honestly i did have a lot of fun writing this
Riddle Rosehearts — The King of Hearts
You’re not sure why and how but you’re dubbed as The King of Hearts of your dorm, alongside Riddle who is the Queen
Unsure of what to make of this, you ignore it and continue to devote yourself to the Queen just as any normal person would sorry this is kinda satire
Riddle is simply your friend. You cherish him a lot and you respect him and his beliefs. Even when he overblotted, your faith in him is unwavering
Speaking of the overblot, after the whole catastrophe, you’ve grown a lot closer with the other card soldiers, along with the magicless kid named Yuu and their pet (Grim was his name?)
They would greet you from time to time, stop by to have a chat when they’re free and check up on the dorm
One day, they made an offhand comment about you and Riddle
“You guys are paving the way for the new generation of the Queen of Hearts and the King of Hearts. Though, I guess the King of Hearts didn’t really do anything anyway.”
First of all, what the hell are you talking about?
Second of all, you’d say you contribute much to the dorm. For Yuu to assume such a thing for you simply because some “past King of Hearts” didn’t do so is ridiculous
You don’t voice these things out loud and shrug it off as them saying random things again, or making some kind of reference you don’t get
And because, third of all, you realize they broke rule 228: they definitely picked a rose in your garden. So you go to kick them out before Riddle could find out.
All in the day’s work for the King of Hearts.
Leona Kingscholar — Zira
You could say you and Leona are tight - maybe not Ruggie and Leona tight, but almost
And part of that can be attributed to the fact that you may or may not idolize Leona. But hey, it’s not strange. If Jack can do it, why can’t you? At least it’s not on Sebek’s level
Plus, you deserve to have some pride in yourself for being one of the only people Leona confidently calls a friend of his
Though, one person has been persistent about being Leona’s friend - Yuu, the person who just spawned out of nowhere apparently
You’d catch them talking to Leona sometimes and to be frank, there are times where Leona is less annoyed than usual at their presence
One day in particular, the three of you are hanging around Savanaclaw’s lounge, when Yuu drops a bombshell
“Ah yes, of course, you two are exactly like Scar and his creepily-devout follower, Zira.”
??? Yes, Zira is (a variation) of your name but you wouldn’t call yourself “creepily-devout”. Also, who even is Scar?
Leona’s ears twitch in annoyance, either because he doesn’t understand what Yuu means or that he’s put off by their phrasing
You sit in silence, deciding if this is a topic worth asking more about or not
Curiosity gets the best of you - you ask them. They basically dump all the information they could onto you
Yeah, you still don’t get it. But whoever this other Zira is, they’re kinda cool honestly.
Azul Ashengrotto — Morgan(a)
A lot of people consider you one of Azul’s henchmen alongside Jade and Floyd - God forbid working to the bone every day for the Mostro Lounge, right?
But you don’t take it as an insult. It’s no compliment to be so loyal to such a capitalistic bastard (said affectionately) but it’s just another part of your life
Plus. You’re friends with the dude. His cunning nature is what you’re here for
Maybe sometimes you feel a little inferior to him since everyone lauds him as some powerful mage but you tell yourself you don’t need such prestige
Though even outside of work, sometimes you see that Yuu person loiter around the Mostro Lounge in search of Azul (and the Leech siblings occasionally)
So you decide to sit down with them one day and have a nice little chat when-
“So you’re the Morgana dude right? You definitely give off the vibes. Let me guess: you have a love-hate relationship with your stronger, superior boss?”
You have to do a double take at what they just spouted - where are these assumptions coming from suddenly?
Also your name is Morgan.
They laugh and assure you it’s only a joke and a reference to a movie they like since Azul and you have an uncanny resemblance to the characters in that movie
Even still, you can’t help but feel confused… no way they just go up to people and reference things they enjoy right…?
You try to work on your vibes starting the very next day.
Kalim Al-Asim — Aladdin
You’re somewhat of an enabler for Kalim’s party animal and reckless tendencies which Jamil doesn’t really appreciate but also you don’t give a shit
Who can say no to free food and music? Well, a specific amount of people but you’re definitely not one of them
Kalim is friends with everyone; or rather, he considers everyone a friend and that considerately counts you too
But you two really are though - after the party’s died down, the two of you would chat late into the night about everything and anything. And it works because he’s such a good listener
At one of his many parties, the Yuu person who’s apparently from another world comes to party along with you
And so you eat and dance as one usually would under Kalim’s rule, learning bits of information about Yuu along the way
As per usual, the party dies down so you, Kalim and Yuu take the chance to relax and have a concrete conversation
At some point, Yuu comments on your name (and apparent namesake…?)
“Wait, so your name is Aladdin? Like the thief guy who fell in love with the Sultan’s daughter? Feels kinda weird since Kalim kinda reminds me of the Sultan himself…”
Well, yes, your name is Aladdin although you just tell people to call you Ali but everything else they just said is completely false
You all laugh it off because the mood is appropriate for an elaborate joke as such but the next day, when you think over the whole interaction, you have to wonder what was going on through their head at the time
You make a mental note to see if you’ll ever fall in love with a sultan’s daughter.
Vil Schoenheit — Raven
You’re a little intimidated by Vil but you have as much respect for him as anyone does
And somehow, you manage to gain his respect too, though you are a mere spudling…
You try not to let it get to your head (especially considering he has more respect for some other spuds than you) but it’s no easy feat to get a compliment from Vil Schoenheit himself
One person in particular has been getting a lot of attention from Vil lately, you’ve noticed
This Yuu person has been stopping by Pomefiore a lot lately, ever since the weird invasion at school where a bunch of robot people broke into the school grounds
You don’t question it because they’ve been interacting with Vil since the VDC but the thing is Yuu has been trying to get to know more of the dorm members
And one day, they get to you finally
They seem normal enough once you two sit down to chat in the lounge—
“Hm, so your name is Raven? I think I vaguely remember a raven being in Snow White…”
You have no idea what that means and before you could change the topic yourself, Yuu dismisses it; but then the next day, when you were thinking about the exchange again, you get curious as to what a Snow White is
So you start to scour the Internet for this “Snow White” and it manages to consume you for a few days until Yuu tells you that it’s just a movie from their world
You don’t talk to them for a few days.
Idia Shroud — Meg
You and the Shroud brothers are more like frenemies than anything - you three banter like old friends who know too much about each other
Other than Ortho, Idia does ask you for some favors a lot and you like joking that he’s drowning in debt when it comes to you
Sometimes he pays back by gaming with you, sometimes he pays with actual money. Good money at that. You don’t complain either way
One day you run another favor for him (which he promises more good money for) to send some stuff to Ramshackle
A person named Yuu and their only other dorm member Grim had sent stuff to Idia for repairing and maintenance - not that you care about the details. You’re just gonna get it over with
Once you reach their dorm, the first thing you’re met with are the two dorm members bickering over something. You chuckle; it reminds you of your conversations with Idia
You excuse yourself for interrupting and go to drop off their things on the table in the middle of the lounge
They stop bickering then and Yuu greets you momentarily before muttering something under their breath
“Of course the new Meg to the new Hades dropped off our stuff.”
You assume they don’t know that you heard what they said and quite frankly you don’t want to care much but you admit you’re a bit curious of what they mean
When you get back to Idia, you ask him to decipher that cryptic message
He admits he has no idea what they mean by that, simply tells you not to think about it and pays you with some good old cash - and some fun gaming time so you forget all about it later anyway.
Malleus Draconia — Diaval
You are one of Malleus’ loyal retainers - you were bestowed the honor of being his “wings” even whatever that means
But Malleus sees you as an equal almost. You are no servant and you have your own wings to tend to; it’s the stuff that would move Sebek to tears
You do see him as a friend mostly, even if at first you started doing so out of pity
But now you see him making more friends around campus and you can’t help but feel happy for and proud of him
There’s one friend who he seems to be around a lot - the magicless human named Yuu
It makes sense since he does enjoy taking walks around their dorm, even before they came to occupy it
One day, you three make the time to have tea together and simply talk. It’s all very pleasant when Yuu says-
“You know, don’t you think it’s weird how your name is Diaval and you’re serving someone who’s strangely reminiscent of Maleficent?”
Well, you don’t think it’s weird because you have no idea what they’re referencing and who Maleficent is - and Malleus seems to think the same, with the confused look on his face and all
Also as true as it is that you’re Malleus’ retainer, you don’t appreciate someone phrasing it as you “serving” him
Yuu apologizes for the comment and explains what they mean by it. You both still don’t get it but it’s enough to make you shrug it off
Sometimes Yuu would still make such comments, thinking you don’t hear it but knowing it’s not that deep, it doesn’t affect the three of you’s friendship whatsoever.
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KINKVEMBER DAY: 6
[prompt: blowjob]
male reader x hyeju
12k words
“I mean, don’t you think,” Hyeju says, wagging a finger at you, “that when you suffer through a bad date, the world ought to owe you something?”
"Like what?" you ask.
"Better taste in women - maybe more orgasms; I dunno, a blowjob?" She shrugs. "The general idea is just that someone gets to cum."
You nearly choke on the air in front of you. "Jesus, Hyeju, warn a guy."
“What? I’m trying to commiserate with you,” Hyeju laughs. “Wouldn’t that be funny? Being able to kiss someone who actually, you know, might love you back, and at the same time. Imagine not hooking-up just to forget a shitty day. Sounds wild, right?"
"Utterly deranged."
"So wild."
-
The first time you hook up with your roommate, it’s because of genetics - though not in the weird, uncontrollable way your body gets rigid and sensitive to any pretty girl who wears nothing but a towel moving between her bedroom and the bathroom, or how her eyes might flick fast from your chest up to yours - or given that the absolute shape of her is a blessing from one god or another (benevolent, clearly). That's not why Hyeju and you find yourselves only a few months later grinding on each other after the clock ticked past midnight, making out on New Year's Eve.
No, it has to do with the fact that Hyeju's nearly failing the nine AM section of molecular genetics because she's spent every lecture doodling stars and planets and planets shaped like asscheeks and planet-ass constellations while everyone else writes notes or doom scrolls twitter or whatever and she is somehow simultaneously the only student who never slept with her face on the lab desk or missed an assigned reading and the only one who absolutely needs a tutor.
It's just cosmic odds that you'd be that one: her roommate, who shouldn't be talking so loudly in the library about sex (in a sort of non-sexy, Mendelian kind of way) or be thinking the kind of things you've started thinking when Hyeju wears one of her more sleepshirt-esque long sleeves, her voice getting lower as you rattle off, "fruit flies and thale cress, definitely, it's just an error of fate or chromosome splitting..." before trailing off into a question.
"This is the worst thing that has ever happened to me," she finally tells you. You listen to her sigh into the binding of her textbook, facedown. "I'm really going to bomb this exam."
You tap her hand twice with your highlighter across the desk. "Then you're pretty damn lucky, if you think about it."
She turns to you, smiles a bit. "Okay, point. The worst thing will be having to retake this stupid fucking class."
"Why didn't you ask for help or go to office hours if you knew you were... failing?"
"Maybe because doing anything more than the bare minimum to get through a class I don't care about is my definition of, failing," she mumbles. "Why didn't anyone tell me a single lab is worth half my grade? Or that the TA is this fucking unreliable? How is this the one thing, really, beyond the basics, that can't be taught by wikipedia, a wikihow article and a youtube video?"
You scoot your seat closer to her. "You really need to relax."
"Fucking tell me about it."
You turn it over in your mind a few times, capping the top of your highlighter.
"Want me to get you off?"
And it’s not like you really mean it, when you say it, which is the strangest thing: you wouldn't actually suggest it, normally, wouldn't mention it in passing and then leave yourself open to the follow up and cross examination; yet there it is, after three, four hours of cramming notes on heterochronicity and the sloshing of gametes - you actually did propose it.
Hyeju jerks up, surprised.
"Are you serious?" She looks around, nearly snorting. "In the library?"
The face you’re giving her makes her scoff.
“You’re absolutely nuts.”
You have character flaws; the inability to admit wrongdoing chief among them. Hell, maybe it's from your mother - or maybe all your brains are just scrambled by the fact that Hyeju's sitting there with her pen against her pretty lips, hair glossier than usual as she scans your face and makes your entire body feel like a reactor core in meltdown.
Maybe you can blame what comes next on that.
"I'm always serious. I'm asking a serious question," you whisper, closing the textbook and resting your elbows on top. You look around quickly, like you're sneaking something in instead of this perfectly reasonable exchange, the perfectly platonic - except maybe not so much - way for friends to help each other.
"And I'm wondering what you're asking." Her cheeks are definitely pinker, you think, or the way it fills out her face, from the bottom up, is just that easy to imagine.
“I’m saying you haven’t gotten laid in months.” Here, you realize, these blocks of mental logic that definitely weren’t there when you blurted it out start to coalesce into something solid as you go on.
And you hadn't been wrong when you thought no one had given Hyeju a helping hand in a long, long time: you've heard through the walls or the floorboards at odd hours of the morning that she spends far too long fingering herself to a mind-numbing, tear-worthy frustration that leaves her knuckle-deep but never, ever sated or satisfied.
"No one's around, you'll feel better. You said it yourself."
Not a work of your imagination here - her ears are fucking burning.
"Wait a minute." She pushes her chair back, away from you and your gleaming offer. It clatters on its back legs, and a librarian waves her finger in warning. You wave back, sheepishly, until she stops and Hyeju stands and moves away from the table to talk, hands crossed over her front.
She turns and asks in a hushed-down-voice, "how did you know - did you hear something last night?"
"You couldn't keep it down even if you wanted to, honestly."
Hyeju turns further and throws a glare at the library doors, because obviously her noisiness and their collective noisemanship, or whatever the hell the word is, is clearly the root of the whole goddamn problem.
"Look - if not, no big deal - but I'm just saying you'll probably get over it and at least think less about sex. Or at least the wrong kind of sex."
You expect her to turn, sigh, and ask if you've lost your mind. Expect her to gather her jacket from the back of her chair, take her books and stomp out the room. Or even burst out laughing at the insanity, before slapping your arm lightly, in playful retaliation - anything other than the serious look she gives you in return, tilting her head, pressing her lips.
She turns up at the ceiling for a moment, contemplating something. And it's cute. It's so very, very cute, how her mouth pouts as she considers the possibility, right up until she says, "okay, fine."
The moderate twist of surprise taking hold in your brow must be visible.
"Oh, don't tell me that was all talk. Get me thinking about the right kind of sex or whatever."
You laugh, which has the librarian staring at both of you - until the librarian stops staring and probably sees Hyeju sliding back into her chair, the full, pent-up weight of her concentration pointed your way, knees inching apart - you, and Hyeju waiting, your knee bumping into her inner thigh, leaning closer as the textbook hits the floor.
"Don't laugh."
"Not laughing, seriously. Not laughing," you stammer. “I just think you’re just full of surprises.”
She spreads her knees further and sits taller, looking right at you.
"So then, surprise me," and then presses her cheek to the crook of your elbow.
You slide your chair right into the space next to hers, nuzzling up into the space under her ear. “Keep studying, Hyeju, you’ve got shit to do.” And then you slide your hand beneath the waist of her sweats, knead the swell of her thigh until you find the seam where her leg meets her body, press your palm down on the place just next to her center, your thumb in the middle. All this perfect pressure.
"Fuck," Hyeju says under a shudder. She's breathing heavier when your hot, open-mouthed kisses start landing at her neck, and she probably tries to read her textbook for about forty-five seconds longer. But there's the clench of her jaw right as your middle finger begins tracing circles beneath the fabric of her panties, and her gaze is blurring until she can't tell the difference between an allele or your fucking name.
"Shh-shh," you quiet her, finger tapping harder, playing with the slick wetness beneath all those layers of thick cotton and pressing two fingers there until her knees part like they’re not interested in resisting at all. Your lips press a kiss to the shell of her ear and she tenses all at once, hand shooting up to cover her mouth.
She simply leans back, closes her eyes, and lets you take care of her.
“Okay, you’re right,” she says, shaky and uneven, “that really did take some of the edge off. Did we ever review - poly- uh, pol-polymers here?"
The sweatshirt sleeve falling off your shoulder is a hindrance to any actual reading; her shifting against the chair isn't helping either, but you manage to push down the thoughts of stripping her down completely and giving her your tongue as yet another distraction.
"What did the syllabus say? I don't know if we need to read too far on 'polymers'," you say, having going through an entire afternoon without considering this once, but as you curl your fingers and take an honest crack at cramming the remaining chapters into her head, the knowledge that no one else is getting her this wet - except for whoever she's got in her mind's eye at three AM - is enough to get you feeling a little dizzy.
-
It’s probably supposed to be weird, given that you’ve never gotten any of your other friends off spontaneously in the library, or there's the fact that you can't really avoid each other afterwards, how she shows up in a silk negligee when you're pouring coffee before sunrise to prep for another day and you have the opportunity to notice - yes, she has amazing taste in underwear, yes, you might not have really appreciated her chest and figure enough before - yes, fuck it. She catches you noticing that first time, after coming downstairs with nothing but one of her cropped t-shirts and her board shorts, and she smirks when she realizes you're still thinking about it that afternoon, when her foot grazes yours while you're both washing dishes, and she dries the plate in her hand with a slow swipe.
And it is weird, actually, to describe what’s going on between you in words.
A few words, anyway, like a one-word label to describe what it was: friends or roommates-with-benefits, or - fuck buddies - god, it's even worse. Fuck buddies? Fuck friends? Something equally terrible and stupid that still makes sense, like something out of a shitty rom-com: it doesn't capture any of the rest of the myriad ways in which things can feel less or less friendly between two people.
So, friends was never, ever going to cut it. Roommates - although technically correct - is just this side of too clinical. And let's be clear: strangers don't wake up every morning together, walk to the same class, sit close together in the middle seats, secretly flick a strangers' skirt up in an empty lecture hall and get on their knees and work your mouth onto her pussy and watch the legs of the desks shake when her feet arch into the floor.
"The notes you've got are better than mine," is how Hyeju tries to put things, the next day and every time after that, standing in the doorframe, or at the foot of your bed and looking every bit the disheveled and hopeless mess you imagine she might spread out over the sheets of her own.
-
It gets complicated, which isn't really a surprise.
"You think your roommate is going to be home tonight?" is the question that comes up multiple times - from a revolving door of pretty names and faces. Hyeju has at least one opinion, if not more, on each of them.
"Tell Jinsoul I say hi," she says once, watching you get ready for a date, and you nearly bang your knee on the edge of the bathroom vanity.
It's one of the more harmless comments she's offered.
Another, backhanded: "if you’re just looking for a blowjob everyday between lunch and our physics lab, let Hyunjin or Heejin or whatever-her-name-is know she's easily my favorite," Hyeju says on your way out one morning, still under her covers.
Or,
Hyeju's texted a simple "uh, Chuu? really??" when you mention, once, how much fun you've been having - and what kind, as you make a round of self-conscious and rambling phone calls the next day that land you with only one prospect for the night - but your roommate's also no longer being your roommate by the end of it, bouncing against your thighs in the bathtub and moaning something about please more and fuck or fucking make me cum; the details escape you a bit.
That's what friends are for, probably.
Still, in the same, bare-bones explanation, friends also aren't for falling asleep on you - or letting you hold her - or fucking you awake in the middle of the night. Friends aren't for pushing down your jeans when the early-morning dew settles on the back patio, or jerking you off in the seat beside yours with a sweatshirt over your lap when a group project is due later and you all should probably work on that and instead get yourselves off and leave the mess of what you're doing half-finished. Friends aren't, probably, for offering to watch you rub your palm up and down your cock the night before next semester's exams when you can barely sit in a single chair and you can't think about molecular biology or neurochemical transcriptions when your whole body aches to do the transcribing. (If you can catch that drift.)
The lists of who are and are not good enough for you goes on and on - the latter longer than the former.
So, there's Choerry, who according to Hyeju is 'straight up, a total slut'. Yeojin, who gets mistaken for your little sister enough times that Hyeju refuses to - in good faith - let you keep sleeping with her. Both Heejin and Gowon are apparently too pretty for you. "Kim-lip?" she asks, in the middle of peeling garlic, "is that one name or two?" And laughs into a bottle of beer, loud, while you're telling her to quit being nosey and watch her fingers with the damn knife.
"You have a problem."
"Why, because I asked a few simple questions? I think anyone would be a little curious with the -" she pauses to wave her fingers - "I'd be remiss to not be interested in the very drama that unfolds literally across the hall."
She waggles her eyebrows.
You look up at the ceiling. God save you, you think. "Hyeju."
("Seriously," Hyeju chimes in one evening, arms around you, and a mouthful of the dinner you'd cooked.
"You need better taste in girls. Don't waste time on anyone too dumb, or who drinks the milk straight from the carton, or doesn't wash her socks with the same load of laundry. Oh, and - no one who chews loudly. No one who can't tell you're going to cum. The worst is someone who doesn't know what you like, trust me on that. And remember the last rule: don't do anything with someone who eats at a really slow pace, it's incredibly depressing."
You rest your chin on her shoulder from the spot behind her. "Duly noted, oh Master of all Knowledge."
She sighs into your arm, but in the next moment, her voice gets a lot softer, her hips fidgeting slightly against you. "I just mean you're the kind of person people would want to sleep with again," she says, before turning to say your name and kiss you again and again as your bodies curl inward.
"I wonder what that means, Hyeju," you say.
"Fuck," Hyeju groans as you slide further into her, pushing her back into the sofa - hands on her shoulders, legs bent on her either side, "don't tease me like this.")
-
The first snowfall of the year is mild, a tiny dusting, nothing that sticks on the pavement in the alley or on the sidewalks - or the lintels - or in Hyeju's hair, but by evening, when the snow picks up and everything goes quiet, Hyeju has changed into flannels and wool socks in anticipation, curled up like a cat at one edge of the window ledge as the world begins to go white. It's enough that you even pull on a thicker sweatshirt, open up a book, and join her.
She turns toward you, quiet.
You've reached a point in the semester where this, the silence, doesn't unsettle you anymore. It's the space you fill up with time in-between, where you can see the contours of her body against the orange lamplight of the space heater, or watch her kick off the top half of the duvet at night as you fight over space in her bed and wonder about the bare skin peeking out from her shorts.
"Feeling bored?" She slides her foot a little closer to yours, almost imperceptibly. "Am I keeping you entertained enough?"
Her lips pull up at the corner. You chuckle.
"Oh, no."
She scoffs and puts her hands on her knees, pushes herself closer to the window sill and bumps her elbow into your shoulder. The bare skin of her neck and shoulders and face is getting a little redder as she cranes it forward. "Okay, if not, do you need someone to entertain you, maybe."
Your mouth twists, fighting a smile.
Hyeju is so close to you, you could kiss her really, really easily and not care how she'd feel about that. It's not a habit, not as often as it used to be, but every once and a while - she starts this game. Every once in a while, Hyeju just starts smiling like that, and leans into you like she's daring you to play along, hard round of chicken until it's clear what the two of you are doing with each other; the minutes pass by, one, then two, and then - maybe she pushes first, her leg on yours, or a kiss to your jaw or a palm on your back as she walks behind you - and then you'd turn and kiss her full on the mouth and pull at her clothes like nothing's holding you back.
She cocks a smile, and says, "why don't you go and call what's her name."
"Because."
You glance out at the cold, gray light outside. If you had a better understanding of any of the workings inside you, you could reach forward and tell her everything that's stopped you.
-
You're supposed to meet the girl-of-the-month at a New Year's party. Hyeju looks disgusted within the first ten seconds of the whole story.
"Heejin dumped you once, like, two months ago? For no reason."
"It wasn't a break-up. We talked about what we did wrong and we're doing better," you say, lifting one finger.
She glares, then, tilts her lips into this unamused purse that you can't take seriously at all when she starts walking back and forth across your living room, hands moving emphatically to the sides as she speaks, like she's in the process of unveiling a brilliant argument and is using both palms to guide your eyes toward the unquestionable logic. "God, you're the worst. You're just her easy fuck and you'll still answer her late night calls, really."
She leaves the rest unsaid - that she's just not that into you.
"I don't tell you which boys or girls you can call up," you try, putting on a boot. "If you'd like, I can. Name off the list, and make sure that the right name leaves my mouth this time."
Hyeju doesn't blush when you glance up, which is the surprising thing. No - her cheeks have grown a little more sullen, and she stares down at her socks in contemplation. You're in the middle of fastening up the lace and getting to your feet, waiting, wondering if Hyeju's going to continue this conversation, when Hyeju takes one small step forward.
And her hand goes out to touch your chin, thumb at your lip, fingers holding it in place - like you'll turn if she lets it go - the sharp shock of the sensation like a short circuit, before her knee comes between yours, and your body tingles, at the root and stem. "Hey," she says, eyes meeting yours. The edge of her nail flicking gently as she drags the curve of her thumb downward.
"Hyeju, please - I need to get going."
When you start walking toward your car, she calls out from the window. Something about how you better have the time of your life, fun for the two of you - it’s only fair.
(You feel, somewhere, a certain strange loss.)
"What, are you going to stay up and wait until I come back? Or am I interrupting your session for the night."
You can barely make it out, the smallest look passing over her face. "Maybe," she says, and then: "god, it's fucking cold."
-
New year's parties have this sort of quality of being simultaneously the most thrilling, exciting prospect on earth and the absolute worst fucking event in the history of the planet - depending on the venue, how egregious the racket is for a gin and tonic, the guests - oh, and the company.
Jinsoul and Choerry are both in attendance; in separate corners and in equal states of undress and intoxication, which seems fine by every present party, who are for the most part busy ogling one or the other in the full spirit of the New Year - as you would too, if the stars are aligned and Heejin hasn't already gone upstairs with half the guestlist, her arm wound with someone else's, as per her recent habit; if you haven't been tossed aside for any of the usual, less forgettable prospects and for something bigger, better and certainly much more enjoyable.
Which, if there were any way to track these things down with math, you'd already be reaching for your pen and notebook, as Hyeju would describe this sensation in a phrase she picked up from some podcast. Inevitable means necessary, or something.
"Good party," says Heejin, throwing back another drink.
"Yep. You said that," and you finish yours in one long draw, hissing through your teeth.
Heejin is a goddamn delight, of course, in all the simplest of ways. When she looks up at you - mouth pink, hair framing her face - she is so clearly and completely aware of what she is, and exactly what the world has in store for her, what it has set aside.
"Do you want to know what happened at the other New Year’s party we went to last year?"
"I - yeah. Hit me. Tell me all about (another date you were on) Heejin, that’s exactly what I’d love, let’s hear it."
She throws her head back and laughs, before starting into an overlong recount of her latest, greatest conquest, you on the outside. This is the thing - this is how a pretty face, with just a hint of a flirt, will make you feel for a beautiful, attractive, vivacious - absolutely shameless, raving sex-crazed lunatic of sorts who, apparently, loves to run around town and make a bunch of your closest friends fall in love and heartbroke-er, with every passing notion of her beauty, her charm - just the tilt of her chin, and some poor fucker is lost, absolutely lost.
Even she knows it's a bad habit of hers.
But who doesn't have a weakness? You've got plenty of your own - plenty, Heejin can admit - everyone does, in a way, and so Heejin, the other sloppy drunks milling about the party, and Choerry and Jinsoul all agree - someone like her just happens to have the best kind of weakness - so, so many of them, in fact:
"Can you believe how easily a few words get Jinsoul riled up? Or how it only takes a couple drinks for Choerry to pull up the hem of her skirt, not knowing the effect that'll have?"
And as for the last, and arguably worst kind -
"Hyeju, huh? What a great start to the New Year," is her final word. Heejin reaches across and downs your drink. Her expression turns just shy of grave, a pensive look. "Not your smartest idea, the living-together situation. Who in their right mind would put themselves in such a mess?"
"Thanks for the great advice." You wave her off, irritated.
There's another laugh before Heejin leans her face onto the table.
"Though maybe she's onto something, now that I think of it. Who needs anyone for the New Year?" and it's almost convincing the way her mouth, lined up with the rim of the glass, smirks when she drinks. "Mm. All a matter of taste."
-
The snow is halfway up your calves when you realize you need to find a cab at 11:30 PM on New Year's Eve. (Which, categorically, is the worst time to need to find a cab on New Year’s Eve.)
Or just:
11:36 PM and the nearest bus stop is too far away.
11:41 and the temperature feels like its dropped by fifteen degrees, like you should start wondering what hypothermia symptoms look like and what signs to look out for in yourself, your future wife and your children. You try not to think about why, but you get your phone out and immediately call Hyeju, so you're not sure what you think you're denying.
"No party?" she asks. Her voice is distant and sleep-ridden, but Hyeju's quick to pick up, like always.
"It sucked, I'm trying to find a way home early. Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year." There's a long pause, filled in by the squeak of snow beneath your boots. "Get a kiss?"
"Uh, not yet. In the market, I guess."
Hyeju's low hum isn't reassuring, either. "Well, you're kind of missing your window. Bad time to start looking."
"Says you, and here you are - still up for someone to spend the night with. Look at you," you respond, all this snark in your voice that she clearly hears. There's a long sigh.
"Actually," and Hyeju, much to the confusion of you and possibly the whole world, doesn't respond, and for a few seconds, the line goes completely silent, leaving you hanging.
She breathes once and comes out of her sleep with a yawn.
"I actually," she begins. There's a lot less preamble this time - this tone - and when she speaks again it comes through not nearly as sleepy, "was sorta wondering. Are you on your way home?"
"If I don't freeze to death, yeah."
"Yeah - no, yeah," and that's it. That's the sum total of what makes any difference between where you were a moment ago, and where you are right now, head spinning, fingers buzzing. Hyeju waits and there's the wind on the line, snow settling on your hat and in the corners of your face.
"I - sorry. I probably woke you up. Are you expecting someone else," you say, very small. Your foot drags behind the other. The cars whizz by you faster, passing.
"Hm. You're the only one, I guess," and after that - just static and the muffled sounds of her footsteps on creaky floorboards - or the tick of her ceiling fan? You can't make heads or tails of the rest of the background noise. All those words she said.
You bite your tongue to stop whatever curse words start pouring out from the jumble and cross streets, or the pedestrian underpass; snow gets stuck in your lashes and burns, but your chest is like a molten furnace. You consider telling her right there on the line, everything you're feeling - so hot, it feels like fire, Hyeju, I'm not used to getting heated and desperate and impatient - that even if you're not here now - just imagining your face - the sound of your breathing, it feels like I'm on the cusp.
"Yeah. Sure - good - okay, Hyeju."
"I guess, see you soon?"
"In a bit."
(It takes 33 minutes, trudging through cold and wet. It's all very dramatic, you think, and there's no one there to even watch you suffer for it, or - though you try not to think about that particular line - really, no one at all.)
-
You hear the way your key grinds in the lock - it's been like this, jammed since summer, when you pushed the front door in late at night a little too hard and something came undone and made a sound like a small stone tumbling down the world's deepest well. The hinge squeaks, and there's ice on the stoop, on the doormat, on every nook and corner you can see, all the way up your neck.
And your face, too. You shake off your hat, undo the buttons on your jacket, and pull off your boots before hanging them and all the layers to dry.
You can make out the outline of her profile at the edge of the door frame, right in the kitchen - barefoot, hip pressed against the island, pajamas - the dim lights illuminating the shadow of her head, hair over her face -
- but you don't pause. The next layer. There's nothing left to say. You're too cold for excuses, too smart to use the same ones you'd been taught, like: this is a normal, acceptable circumstance; everything, anything, will be perfectly normal if the two of us act as though that's the case; pretend we're both acting within the norms of reason, within our senses and logical thinking and I won't make myself go out in the cold a second more - won't stand for more than five minutes with your eyes looking like they're waiting.
So you move instead toward the kitchen, where the heating is better and she's already pouring coffee. There's a heat radiating out of the oven, and it smells sweet in there, like cinnamon and warm butter, and you wish you weren't still shaking, blood barely thawed, but there it is - her face, watching you - eyes gleaming as you wrap your hands around a mug, steam rising up - a shiver running up your arms; her knees skirting yours when she takes one step back and there's the cabinet door shut, then open again, and then a palm on your back.
Hyeju presses a cup of the fresh coffee, now warm enough to drink, to your chest, and says, softly. "What the fuck happened out there?"
She starts reaching out to wipe the frost and slush from your face. You let her hand hold you still, eyes wide.
"Oh you know," and her palm stays, even though it's obviously - suddenly - gotten warmer, and wetter too, and the longer she stands there and lets her fingers warm the pale bones of your cheeks, her wrist, the base of your forehead and ears, the more expectant the look on her face grows. "The usual."
Her eyes go as narrow as they ever can. For just a moment. "You're gonna die a slow, pathetic death someday, just for the record."
"Don't forget how this starts," you try, and feel your neck go warm, throat and breath tight. And not even when her shoulders shift, her mouth going smug - just looking at you.
“I mean, don’t you think,” Hyeju says, wagging a finger at you, “that when you suffer through a bad date, the world ought to owe you something?”
"Like what?" you ask.
"Better taste in women - maybe more orgasms; I dunno, a blowjob?" She shrugs. "The general idea is just that someone gets to cum."
You nearly choke on the air in front of you. "Jesus, Hyeju, warn a guy."
“What? I’m trying to commiserate with you,” Hyeju laughs. “Wouldn’t that be funny? Being able to kiss someone you actually, you know, might love you back, and at the same time. Imagine not hooking-up just to forget a shitty day. Sounds wild, right?"
"Utterly deranged."
"So wild."
When Hyeju sighs and gives a long, nonchalant hum, leaning her body closer, pressing up until her waist hits the cabinet top and you're pressed together chest-to-chest, she looks at you and her hips settle, the heel of her foot reaching around your calf.
There's that tingle. Again and again. You're not even trying to not think about what it might mean.
But then, you start, silently and unconsciously, trying to answer the question: why don't you, maybe. Why don't you, actually - Hyeju kisses you, pulls on the loop of your jeans and lets your lips brush the corners of hers and pulls away, suddenly, mumbling and head-turning. And just as abruptly, your nose buries in the space between her neck and her shoulder, where it's all warm. And when she puts her palms on your hips and squeezes and twists her knuckles into the fabric there, it seems she wants your hands up her shirt and under the small of her back.
And her hands - they're fidgety tonight, fingers curled up to keep their nails and the chill away, moving lower - one on your ass, while the other comes forward and begins rubbing circles, a handful of times - enough so you're letting a deep, low breath escape into the space just above her collar, your knee working its way between hers.
"That," Hyeju breathes, lips at your ear, hand reaching down to trace the hard curve of your cock pressing in the spot right between you, and there's that small rush again, familiar now, like you've caught a rhythm and she wants to feel it in its fullness: "is how you can make it up to me. For making me stay up. Worrying about you, god knows why. Waiting."
You're still half-frozen in a way, slowly thawing. "Hyeju, I've been trudging through the consequences of my actions this entire night. What am I about to suffer through now?"
"It's no consequence, honestly."
You squint.
"Just an idea, but," she breathes again; your bodies getting closer, and looking up at you, she grins and reaches down to touch the very root of you, her fingers drumming. You make a sound, and at that she says, her voice coming out thick, low:
"Want me to get you off?"
She squeezes again for good measure, just to be clear. Just a slight curl of fingers that's enough to send a flash of heat and the transient thought: why, why, why is she always wearing those fucking shorts, even in the winter?
Your blood thrums through the pulse at the end of your cock. You shake.
"Alright," is the response you let out.
And at that, Hyeju takes your wrist and leads you upstairs.
"There's that look. Don't worry. We'll find a way," is all she says as your feet walk forward, up step-by-step and higher and further up to her room. "After all, isn't that what we've always done?"
"It's usually whatever will make me stop talking."
Hyeju puts her chin on your shoulder. Her eyes follow the lines and shapes in the patterns of wallpaper as you turn onto her side of the apartment, and even through the wall and behind the doorway, her arm still around you, she pulls at your chin until your faces turn and you both can share each other's heat.
"Who, you and your awful habit of talking out-loud in your head while you work through equations?" and she brings her lips to yours, close and warm.
"Hey. Fuck you," and your voice breaks into an odd, low laughter when she kisses you harder.
"Yeah, I know," she whispers as her hand dives past the band of your boxers, palm sliding easily until she's gripping you fully and letting her fingers rub. She holds you there, in her room, her arm looped through yours, another arm resting at your belly.
And she stops there. She stays like that: holding your gaze.
"Look, Hyeju," you say, unable to not, though this can hardly count for anything; this, what you're about to admit, is nothing new. You swallow. "The thing is - you shouldn't."
"Don't want me to touch you?" she says, finger to your lips.
"Well, that's different. Maybe. Is there - maybe it's not the best thing to ask you right now."
Hyeju considers for a brief moment and tuts under her breath. "Can you at least do me the decency of waiting until I'm done wringing you dry before you say shit like that."
And she moves then, toward the bed.
So:
No. Yes. Maybe. Who knows, you tell yourself. Maybe, but only because you'll do anything if it makes you feel less sick, like a creature standing over its own skeleton - an abandoned shell; a relic, something to be feared and disgusted, as you let her go between your thighs, kneel beside the bed.
"I mean - since when - have you felt," is just as far as you're allowed to go before Hyeju presses her nose into you and pulls you out of the thin, cold fabric - palm, thumb, all those slender fingers swiping over your head - and now there's just the smell of her room and the shock, the buzz that runs down your spine and settles somewhere, somewhere inside the small and desperate movement of your hips and the tension building just below.
And god, fuck, Hyeju’s lips.
These soft, wet, pouty fucking things that could suck you straight off if you were feeling any less stupid or inexperienced or sentimental - if she wasn't solely intent on teasing it out of you first; a slow drag of the tongue up the underside; the tip of it poking, tracing the rim, like she's figured you out, just where to lead you. She's ready to smoke you out - always - until you're not taking in a breath every ten seconds but starting to close your eyes to the overwhelming, needling pleasure, too sharp, the way she knows you like best.
"Now you're finally - mm - starting to sound hot," and that smirk comes back to the corner of her mouth, teasing the sensitive belly of your cock and tracing her tongue everywhere. "With the voice and -"
You're losing track, her thumb and fingers circling the whole length of you - just, one after the other - mouth a hair-breadth away, her breath hovering like a promise.
"- that face."
"Don't, fucking tease me-"
The sound of your cock going in is like nothing else.
Wet and filthy in all the right ways.
Just the suction in her throat has your eyes nearly roll back into your head - Hyeju's gaze calmly watching the terrible sort of helplessness that washes over you like this: her lips wrapped around, bobbing - her hair falling into the wet mess of her mouth and sticking there. Hyeju likes being a little sloppy, likes feeling that spark run up the length of her tongue when she slides. It's the wet and the heat that gives everything away.
"I don't have much of a choice -" her jaw and chin is smudged when she pulls back off of your cock, mouth glossy and glistening, "and honestly, wouldn't it be a better use of our time, or my talents if I actually do that thing?"
“Which is?”
She looks up for a bit and sighs, the flush blooming pink to the tip of her ears and into the rounds of her cheeks and all across her neck. "Since, as far as I can see, what you really like - is, oh I'm just spit-balling here," and she stops just to bite her tongue and look into your eyes, "it's letting the girls take care of you? Isn't that right?"
You want to tell her, no, not always, that it's not as though you enjoy giving control completely - that that would be completely and unarguably, the opposite of true -
That most of the time you love it when the person you're with is a little bossy, a little crazy for you. You know some guys really get off on a strong woman and maybe, maybe if a girl's pretty and dressed up, and - sure - a little wet, but that's hardly -
“You know I’m right,” she says, a flicker of mischief skittering across her features. “These walls are paper thin.”
You want to tell her, perhaps remind her, that she likes someone in charge just as much as you do - to be taken care of, told what to do - to have a hand curled up around her throat and the other at her tits while a guy fucks her the right way and takes the reigns when she needs. So who are you, when it comes to knowing her better? And who, really, are you fooling?
But before you can get any words in: Hyeju dips, lips parting where the head of your cock throbs, and then disappears; and the hot wet warmth, enveloping all around your shaft and back; the curve of her throat contracting.
You moan - a lot, and louder this time - into the whole feeling. The way her fingers work the distance from the base, twisting and twisting and twisting into the pout of her lips; or how the sound is like nothing - a whimpering, messy sound - almost a whine and definitely not a slurp as your cock sinks further and further, until it's all one big, heavy throb.
And it's like Hyeju can read your thoughts, the visual you have of her lips screwed tight around your shaft - cum leaking from the corners, and her eyes scrunched up tight, as she looks up to watch your face unravel - this perfect image of her taking you, all of you, swallowing each drop as your hips start rutting up into her and - and - and.
Or else she gets impatient, because then Hyeju gives one long pull off the tip of your cock - saliva mixed in the precum there, and that shiny string of fluid hanging, caught in the middle between your bodies - a disgusting and irresistible sight. Her jaw slack, lips swollen and full, and her mouth gone wide open, wanting.
"Fuck - that's good. Don't stop," you start to whimper, desperate, at the sight, the smell. Her hot breath coming quick over the red wanting wetness left behind - then touched by the cold air - fuck -
She slaps your cock to the corner of her lips as she speaks.
"Can you believe what's going on down here?"
"God, can you -"
"And to think most guys wanna jump straight in. That or fuck a load out between my tits."
"Hyeju, shit, come on -"
She kisses the soft tip, right where it’s most sensitive, rolls it along her lip. Then, back down the length of your shaft where she's generous with her mouth inch after inch - lapping, licking, laving - and Hyeju begins working her way down and downward, nestling in at the edge of the bed and between your thighs.
Your eyes blow up the first time she dips low enough to put your balls in her mouth.
“Mmhm,” she hums.
It’s killing you and she knows it; it’s killing you and she can feel the pre-cum leaking from your slit - the thumb she has moored there, keeping everything right where she wants it, running circles up the length with such little intention - she could bring you to the end just like this.
"Am I supposed to believe it?” she asks out from beneath the shadow of your cock, looking up at you with her eyes all wide and brilliant - pupils dark as sin. “That not a single one of those girls ever did you proper?"
You curse under your breath. Hyeju seems amused, at least, like she can't help but love doing that to you, which is almost worse and honestly the sexiest thing a girl can be. You groan - wanton, raw and desperate and feeling exactly what she wants you to feel when her nails drag along the dip of your hip bones.
"Did they not leave you fucked-up the right way?"
Her wrist flicks out these twists and turns, making your spine bend to her control. Like even when you're sure to be bundling her hair in your fingers and fucking the whole length of your cock down her throat, all of this is the worst kind of power-trip for her - not the other way around.
Her tongue runs through the tangle of your balls, slowly, lasciviously, as though the plan is to memorize and map every detail.
And the worst part is, how much it's making you desperate for the warmth of her mouth - where she'll run her tongue up and down and over and around and inside - before sucking you off nice and slow.
"Or maybe," she laughs; another flick to the top and then suddenly her hand goes faster and the fist pumping the rest of you tightens. "They left you so needy you're resorting to having the bestie suck you off so that you won't be desperate the next time you date. Oh my god-"
Hyeju breaks into this fit of laughter, and you're nearly cross-eyed at the feeling of your entire existence - not just your cock - so wholly held within her mercy, and her pity, and you're breathing so shallow now you'd think this is the real reason people have died and will die - this exact moment where you're choking and stuttering at the edges, so very close to cumming and going absolutely bonkers with how good Hyeju is with her hands, her tongue, her mouth - everything - how much she's wrecking you, and your jaw drops, wide open, her name dripping like molasses off your lower lip.
"Are you going to cum?" she asks, curiously. All as if she can't see you nodding, collapsing under pressure, and then and there: "should we make it official?"
Her nose tickles the seam of your balls. And your toes begin to curl and uncurl - all this anticipatory, coiling pleasure burning from her throat, shooting from the pit of your stomach; the tightening spiral, twinging and stretching every nerve - as her lips enclose around the end of your cock, softly.
And oh, just excruciatingly slowly.
You watch the irresistible shape of her mouth travel down until her throat feels so incredibly, beautifully, and unbelievably tight, and then, just like that - Hyeju starts fucking herself onto you; pushing forward and down the full, rigid length of you, hard and fast - each time hitting deeper inside her - all that sticky, messy, wet squelching.
"Unh-unh, yeah. Unh. Mm-!" you say, or moan, or some animal version of that, maybe, it’s incoherent.
But regardless:
It's messy and your hands scramble for purchase in the sheets of her bed when you feel that snap, the tightening of a trigger; when your balls roll up and it builds, and builds, and it comes faster - harder and -
"Hyeju," you pant, and it sounds so, so filthy. "I'm gonna cum, if you - gonna cum-"
Hyeju pulls you free from her lips, quite possibly at the most final of final moments, to rub the base up and down, just right, between her fingers. Your cock is resting right on her cheek when it all happens. When she squeezes her fingers around your balls just enough to hear you wheeze and make a sound no sane man should have the right to. And fuck, you're cumming all over her face - or just one side of it - which is already just -
Okay, fuck.
She makes a startled sound and her fist closes tightly around your shaft when you pump another fresh load of white up onto her eyebrow.
"I'm, ah-shit," your mouth moves faster than the blood in your veins - and now the shame - oh god, the humiliation, it's pulsing right behind you. "Hyeju," you apologize.
Only, Hyeju has no interest in any of it. She doesn't seem offended or disappointed in proportion to how you're ruining her pretty face: "no, just do it, cum wherever you fucking like."
Which isn't what you're expecting at all, because Hyeju makes no effort to close her lips, let alone avoid any of it; nor is she making a fuss about the sticky mess in her hair, her mouth, nor as another stream of cum throbs from your cock, all tangled up in the long dark eyelashes that sweep down across her cheek.
It’s fucking filthy: you're cumming all over her and she's just kneeling there, telling you, "good boy."
See, she pushes through it, languidly - all those filthy sounds, and those watery little tears gathering at the edge of her eye and all of that, mixing up together until you're rolling your head back with your orgasm, shuddering, feeling weak - drained dry -
Except,
Hyeju's pushing a finger to your chest, kneeling up tall from the side of the bed. She turns her body toward the center of the bed and wipes a bit of the cum on her knuckles into the sheets. Here you feel like you've done something terrible or at least regrettable, like that last round at the bar when you have a test the next morning; a dick move, all of the sort that requires apology.
"You gotta give me a minute, if you're thinking about hopping on."
"Hmm. Sounds like a lot to ask."
"Wait," you grab her arm. Hyeju grins and there's nothing stopping the shake of your knees now, that weakness between your thighs: "let me get you a drink."
"Or."
"Or?"
Her tongue peeks out, running along her upper lip. Her eyes drop again, hands dipping below, beneath the hem of her shorts and oh. She slips a hand past her bra. The whole outline of it. And you -
"Mm, I could show you what that actually means." She lowers her chest, her breasts, and a lot of skin to the mattress while keeping your cock firmly in her hands. "That look tells me you wanna stick around a bit. Stay up past New Year’s, you know?"
You're almost unable to parse her words, there is so much to look at: the jutting curve of her chest, cleavage pressing into the mattress as her body settles between your knees. A soft chuckle; a sigh: "you are seriously the best lay, no-one else can get hard the minute after they just fucking exploded all over me-"
"Fuck, watch it," you hiss, because there's oversensitivity - and then there's Hyeju's mouth on the line of your cock, polishing you clean.
And it’s not that she isn’t trying to prove a point. Or that she's not trying to tease - that's an inherent quality of her character: a naturally dominant position with a high appetite for your lust. That much, Hyeju gets from you, whether you've got your head down between her thighs or the other way, too, so that her neck is arched around and her ass pushed up high in the air, legs open, and if she had any idea you would spend the next twenty minutes or more just going down on her, licking into her creaming cunt while two fingers work over her aching clit, then really, Hyeju would only encourage it - maybe get on top, force you to gag - and so you don't know where it comes from - how and why you want nothing more than to drive your fingers inside her and work her until she's a wet, squelching mess, not when this was always Hyeju's role of being the aggressor; and yes, sure, even the aggressed.
Surely not because you came so hard, still somewhat shivering with the remnants of a rather abrupt, painful, sudden and all-consuming orgasm.
"We're not doing anything else," she says, lips pulled up into a smirk right at the crown of your cockhead. But before you can respond she pushes a hot open kiss, and goes lower. She presses the flat of her tongue to the seam, just below the head. Licks a line right up to the tip and finishes with a tender flick that sends you fisting the bedspread in your fingers and leaning back as your mind begins to disintegrate -
"I'm not going to ride you yet, or going to get my hips in your hands so you can fuck my pussy real hard until I cry and pass out. Nothing of that sort is gonna happen." She licks one long drag of her tongue. Then, the other way. "I want to make this very clear: this isn't some huge favor - and if you want it - want it so bad, you can stay there and I'm going to do everything for you. We will get there - together," and with her voice shaking as she brings the wet, glistening skin of your cock just inside her mouth, she looks up. "We'll get each other off, just like this," and it's the deep, dark, throated moan that makes your thighs and all the nerves in between stiffen and buck when she swallows you again.
Hyeju's hands tug, pull her whole body closer still as it slowly bends, curves - her ass raised, her stomach lying on the bed. Her mouth takes you another few inches, until the tip of her nose is barely visible, but when she pauses to lick the cum still left over - the cum that's starting to leak out again - to breathe through it, then squeeze her palm and bob her mouth down, take another inch, until the sides are stuffed and emptying out again, that's when she finally has something to say: "got anything left? I'm a little starved."
"I. Christ, yes-" you whine, which doesn't help your case at all: the image, the image of you lying flat - back with Hyeju's head tucked between your knees, her hand pulling out your cock.
Sloppy, slimy-wet.
She presses an innocent, not-at-all-innocent kiss right to your tip, puckering -
"You know what I did learn in that genetics class?" she muses, tongue flicking over her lips. Hyeju's about ready for a second helping - you're losing it. "When I first saw that DNA diagram - the double helix and all those little base pairs, and everything - it made me think of your cock. Your cock and me. Specifically our DNA. Did you know-"
She presses her palm over the head and rolls it - teases and strokes her palm - her knuckles - her fist - the whole nine. "When I hold your big fucking cock, mm, and just get it right - up in here, rubbing all along my walls - so deep, it gets me in my fucking ribs, makes me choke like I never been choked before, ah-mm," and it's this thought sliding toward the front of your mind, this perfect picture: Hyeju, getting fucked hard and open and stuffed full and stuffed good and stupid; you’ve got more than a few inches on her, can make her feel small and delicate; you know how to do her right.
But here you have Hyeju stroking the shaft - holding her hand tightly up near the head, rolling and twisting and sliding down and pushing her whole body right into the side of your legs: the soft, solid length, warm flesh and curves everywhere pressing into you.
You sit back, and just watch Hyeju with her eyes cool and composed, like half of her fucking face isn't streaked with your cum, mouth wrapped and looking fucking satisfied to be a total, gorgeous mess. She makes a dramatic display of kissing the tip again, just before telling you words you probably dreamt up at some point - either sleep deprived, or, during three AM jackoff, fantasizing. "Sometimes, just from riding your cock, I can't sit up straight."
"Fuck," and you feel your whole body run rigid, because apparently that's something you’ve been aching to hear.
You're covering her mouth again. White streaking onto her lips - where she's catching it in the well beneath her tongue and letting it spill out of the corner of her mouth. Into the crook of your thumb, which catches a drip here and there and rubs it down the length - down the curve - and pushes it back between Hyeju's pert little pout.
"Doesn't count, mister, just more pre-cum," she says, all with the audacity of a wink and smile; her words are a little garbled around the head of your cock between her teeth. And when you nod and realize just how painfully your jaw hurts, your throat becomes tight and raw, a knot pulling the underside from the center. Hyeju slides her lips lower, lower down, to the hilt and stays there, just like that - one hand holding down the flat of your belly to keep your hips still, her chin hanging - bobbing-as she feels every pulse, every twitching shift. You curl one hand around the side of her face, over the sharp edge of her jaw; rub a thumb into the delicate skin of her throat.
She shifts. You start to tell her what you like: how hot the rush comes when a girl puts her tongue against the slit at the very tip, and licks at the precum in nice, quick circles, soft and fluttering. And how her fingers shouldn't hesitate either, Hyeju's not even struggling to give it to you - god - just giving and -
She jerks her head up, swallowing down her next breath like it's one of her last. "I'm serious, if you're going to fuck a hole, start with my mouth - we can move onto everything else after."
"You're ridiculous -"
She meets her lips to your head, kissing once. Again. Kissing every inch, letting her mouth wrap around and then just - staying, just - staying like that and humming, with you, enjoying the fullness, the smell of you, the taste, the shape, just the weight and size and you.
There is spit fucking everywhere.
And if it's not clear what you're supposed to be doing - her fingers weave through yours, squeezing hard at the wrist and you can imagine: pulling her forward by her hair and holding her down while she chokes on your cock. "Fuck, Hyeju," you say, and your voice comes out way shakier than you'd like, "when, how did it get like this, huh? You always - always did, shit, always want your mouth filled."
"Never figured you to be someone who'd get turned on watching their friend sucking their cock like this."
"Doesn't everybody love the sight of their cock in a pretty girl's mouth?
"You were really convinced they weren't lining up behind you? Or anyone in the queue who can't keep their eyes off of this thing. Tell me, and try not to lie, try not to bullshit this one out: how many girls have you come home and fucked and creamed their brains out - then asked for the sloppiest, most -"
"Honestly."
"- Filthiest, nasty, ball-busting, gut-wrenching blowjob ever to make them think - to make them really start wondering what the hell it was you did - like it's gotta be something that leaves them so ruined, they can't ever not compare - can't ever not compare this moment, right here. Ever. When you give them the hardest fucking of their life, compared to any other guy - can't not, because no-one, literally no-one's cock can fuck like you do-"
"Fuck-"
"Any harder. Come on, seriously, tell me it isn't true. Come on."
Her voice - her fucking words, the tone she uses and how her words roll: honey-warm and soaking with sweet, thick degradation - she talks like sex, and that's exactly what gets you harder, like it’s something else; like it’s nothing, like it’s less, so much worse - you feel this guilty-dirty heat pool at your tailbone and push down the hard press of you throbbing all the way to her nose. And Hyeju smiles as much as she's capable around the fat, round stretch, humming around the warm taste of you, before opening wide and sinking her throat on it.
There's nothing like it.
You've got two fists in her hair; she's so tight and wet around every god-damn inch. Her cheeks flush - hot to the touch; her tongue laving in slow, long drags, slicking your shaft nice and warm until you're balls-deep and pushing her further: a small shift to the hips, a push here, a harder, faster pull, and Hyeju's feet behind her go curling like an angry cat, wanting the tug.
A long, satisfied breath slips from the hollows of her throat.
There are tears threatening, thickening her lashes, and though she doesn't choke - you're just afraid. Every sound that she pulls out, her eyes blinking up to you as if it's only natural to love getting used by her friend's cock, like the very premise of it - swallowing down the very shape of you, dragged over her tongue and brushing cum into the back of her throat - is something she can’t go without.
But this is nothing compared to the noises from where her lips are pressed tight around you, where you're hearing and even feeling:
That gluck, gluck - where her chest spasms just the slightest when her nose gets nuzzled right into your belly and you remember how much she likes to hear you talk dirty, how fucking wet it gets her. The heavy, deep breaths, gasps; the strangled moans when your hips just buck - the heat and the thrill, and this is better than every other time because there's just something in this moment -
"I'm not gonna come again, not like this. Not in your mouth. You can’t-"
But Hyeju refuses to hear a word; just pumps your shaft faster, feeling it's familiar hardness grow and throb and ache and retch, all her effort paying off: you're slick with precum and spit, hard and straining, the whole shaft begging for release - all because of her. And Hyeju won't stop, she pushes her cheek onto your thigh and then taps a hand there to pull your hips. The motion drives your cock further still inside her. Until it’s bathed in her spit, your cum, all this mess.
Until it's reaching, choking her, and the muffled sounds she's making are filthy and wet and so incredulously hot.
But god. Hyeju has something of a temper and a habit, too: with those big beautiful eyes and the perfect plump of her pouting lips, her tits swelling up around, when your grip slips on her shoulder, and her mouth goes tighter - how the pleasure begins to make you unbearably cruel and you push her away from you, only for a second -
She doesn't wait or seem to care; Hyeju follows the cock with her whole head and whimpers so hotly in her throat when it plops right back on her tongue. "That's more - more like - fuck, oh, there we go," her nose and fingers prodding.
You groan through a high, strangled whimper, a helpless shiver that turns into an uncontrollable roll of the hips - you can't believe it: she's already so thoroughly debauched and defaced; just fucking painted with it. Your cum dripping off her chin and rolling down her neck.
"Fuck - gonna make me - ah, Jesus -"
When Hyeju seems to have reached her fill, the feeling, you're cumming - pumping the length of your shaft. And the moment she feels you twitch and throb and that first hot spill lands in the bend of her mouth, it's as if she understands and holds herself tight - her legs going stock-still while your eyes blow up behind her, your cock spewing another and then another thick, milky load into her mouth, over her tongue: all along the topography of her throat - sticky cum landing in every ridge and valley -
Hyeju catches as much as she can. What little she can. You cum and pump and gush so much that when you're finally finished - done - every last drop spent and given - your cock throbs soft between her fingers; her chin is a complete and utter mess and her chest heaves with the sound of her catching her own breath. Hyeju groans softly and just swishes the load around in her mouth for a bit as if wanting to remember its feel and weight before lifting her eyes to look into yours. You can just barely see the color.
"Jesus, Hyeju-"
The entire bit of it, slick and shining-wet. With a small moan, a sound from the back of her throat: one swallow and the cum is gone, disappeared, vanished. She smiles like she didn't just ruin your entire goddamn life and, with her body limp and exhausted beside you - her gentle hand rubbing a flat stroke over your thigh before yours slips up to meet her chin.
"You," you curse and roll your eyes, catching the mess at the edge of her jaw, the very little left in the corners of her lips. You feed the cum over her bottom lip - her chin, her throat - watching your friend: Hyeju's throat, bobbing. "Really didn't have to," you start, but you realize just how useless a point it is to make.
She's smiling and biting and showing you what's left between the tips of her canines. "Do you always do this to the people who suck you off?"
"That's an awful habit. A pretty girl's lips aren't meant to get that messy," you reply.
"Oh." She frowns. "Well, I do a lot of things I shouldn't."
"God, seriously," and you think there's no greater hell, no sweeter pain than whatever's lingering in these little aftershocks - this fizzling and dying sort of pain, where the body is buzzed with all you're aching for. It's impossible to stop this train of thoughts, is the fucking feeling of her-
But just then, Hyeju rises to her knees, a new spark in her eyes, as she grabs ahold of your wrist and tugs you off the sheets, a few inches closer.
"And you," she purrs as she drags the palm of your hand across her neck and collarbone, collecting what remains and making the perfect image, "well - you are going to help clean me up, like you said before." She sits tall; the arch of her spine is pronounced - her back, so, very, slightly tapering, to where your hand slips right off the last of it: the wide flare of her hips. "Now isn't that the gentleman's thing to do?" she asks.
"Of course." You sigh, resigned and in desperate need of water. "Of course," you add and smirk a little and slip your hand lower, toward where her skin is getting hot, and her body, "let's get you clean."
"Mm." She's already grinning. "You know what wasn't in those textbooks?"
"Oh, I can only guess." You bite your cheek and start to lower yourself back. "Give it a try."
Hyeju drags you by the wrist toward the hall, the bathroom, ostensibly the shower -
"There's no way in hell you don't want to put a baby in me, like, right fucking now."
"Is that what we're doing?"
Hyeju makes a face like you're stupid - she might've grabbed a towel on the way out. She wipes her chin a little while walking - the corner of her mouth where, well - where it looks like a little dribble has somehow remained. "No. But you’re going to fuck me like it is."
-
(There's got so much on her mind.
The door of the shower rattling in its frame as she struggles standing up against it. Getting fucked so fast and full, the feeling of both your hands cupped beneath the weight of her breasts. It's not the fact of where you are and your situation, per say - more about the immediate, the imperative nature. About fucking you. She was already feeling herself like, leaking the moment the door shut, so all that waiting, all that patience, really - and it's what drove her insane when you were, well: like that, after she put her mouth around your cock, made a right and proper mess of herself, and sucked you off.
Though there's less on her mind, clearly, when she cums all over your cock.
She's crying with her tits up onto the glass, your palm holding her ribs. Your cum-slick cock working itself hard again as it slips, back and forth, as you're fucking her open, spread apart. It's your finger in her asshole. That's what's on her mind then. How the press of your knuckle lights her entire fucking spine on fire - how the other hand finds her clit in all this, too, when you're no longer supporting the both of you but rather Hyeju is folding on her bent knee and trusting, on shaking and shivering, raw nerves, that you're not going to collapse.
"Fucking. God, please-"
There's the harsh slap of flesh - skin on wet skin, your palms against the sides of her ass and the curve of the breast. But otherwise - it's you, sighing - soft and gentle, like you can't get over the feel of her. "Hyeju, oh-fucking, god, fucking," is what you're saying, and it doesn't end up really mattering which one of you came last because she can feel you twitching, squelching in and out with how badly you're wanting to explode inside, but also you can feel her cunt absolutely begging, this fucking fluttering and clamping down on every thrust and the moment you manage to grind this angle she loses her ability to speak properly because you're not just, like - fucking her-
Just, absolutely, completely pounding her pussy, stretching her insides, dragging and sliding along the walls; each rough rub and thrust makes her knees quiver until her body is trembling and falling. But mostly her voice, the sharp gasp that shakes into her, how her nails are scraping the walls of the shower stall and she's saying - telling, crying and asking and wondering and pleading - just utterly astounded:
"Amazing," she huffs, breathes coming out cloudy and true onto the pane of glass, "you - it’s, fucking amazing.")
-
“And I am… Ironman.”
Your eyes flicker awake, hazy, as Tony Stark snaps his fingers, killing himself alongside Thanos’ army in the process.
The TV's long been running on background noise, though not as ambient. Its characters now bickering between the rubble and ruins and being picked up for the end credits. In the dark of the screen, you see Hyeju had nodded off and slumped over the side of your body. A new year means new beginning means resolutions and diets and gym routines -
Maybe no sooner than the sun can come up, apparently.
You lean over to grab your phone from the table: 4:14 A.M.
There's a lot of things you want to say, even more you want to hear, but your mind has begun to settle a bit - a lazy and dreamy thing that fills you with this sort of, tired kind of - not sad, or empty - no, of course not. That's hardly fitting; not after tonight. You want to wrap this in an idealistic sort of sentiment - maybe hold Hyeju close and let the hour carry you and the comfort be enough to forgive whatever there is to miss: like the fact, it's still really dark, so dark even outside. The moon reflecting off the sheet of snow on the street. And not even a distant dog barking, or car driving by or someone playing loud music in the early hours of the new year.
As the film drifts off into another set of commercials, you slip into an easy sleep that feels effortless. Your head drops, landing on the cushion by the arm of the couch, where Hyeju's hand begins to slip mindlessly across your belly, tickling your waist and causing you to slightly squirm - things are cooling down, but still a little agitated.
"Don't tell me you're waking me up, cause I just -"
She kisses the pulse at your throat and answers, mumbling half-words into the spot below your ear. "A kiss for a new year."
And maybe the world doesn't owe you anything at all.
Maybe it just gave you more than enough.
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I've got to feed my delusional ass, so as someone who is a huge nerd i was wondering if you do seventeen hcs to their Friend / S/O / Crush being an actor and playing a phenomenal iconic TV pop culture character? . i have always been dying to get Idol! Seventeen X Actress reader
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CHOI SEUNGCHEOL
𓆩♡𓆪 he would be a loud and proud supporter - even if the topic of conversation wasn't in any way related to you or even cinema, Cheol would find a way to mention your latest role (he would also probably pull out his phone, and show a bunch of “behind the scenes” photos)
𓆩♡𓆪 he would be the type to fly out to whatever location you were currently shooting at, and surprise you with a bunch of flowers and his Choi Seungcheol™ dimple smile
𓆩♡𓆪 i don’t want to be that person, but i think he would get a bit jealous, and he wouldn’t like watching the kissing scenes - not because he is possessive or anything, he is so happy you get to do what you love, but sometimes he could get slightly insecure of the bond you have with your male co-stars, especially because you spend so much time with them
𓆩♡𓆪 so he will close his eyes during a kissing scene, but the best solution to cheer him up again is just to give him a couple of (or more) kisses, and he’ll be all smiley and happy again
YOON JEONGHAN
𓆩♡𓆪 the silent supporter - he wouldn’t start talking about you out of the blue like Cheol, but whenever a trailer of your newest movie would be shown at the movies, he’d sit there all proud thinking “that’s right, that’s my incredible girlfriend”
𓆩♡𓆪 and he would always bring you to your favourite restaurant when you’d finish shooting, one - to catch up on the time you missed out on, second - to remind you how proud he is of you
𓆩♡𓆪 Hannie would love to listen to all of the stories you’d share from the set, as well as the photos and videos, and he’d sit through the whole night listening to you, because he knew how happy it made you to talk about your work
𓆩♡𓆪 he would also keep every ticket from all of your movies when he went to the cinema to see them, probably keeping them in a little box somewhere where you wouldn’t find it
HONG JOSHUA
𓆩♡𓆪 i feel like Joshua would be very similar to Jeonghan - the most important thing for him would be for you to know how proud he was of you, he wouldn’t have the need to express it to the whole universe, because people already knew how great of an actress you were
𓆩♡𓆪 he’d be quite quiet while watching your movies, but you knew it was because he didn’t want to miss even a second of it, especially if it was your scene
𓆩♡𓆪 and he’d gladly listen to all of your small comments throughout the movie - how you shot that specific scene, or how much you messed up your lines in that specific moment
𓆩♡𓆪 Joshua would look at you with this smitten gaze, unable to resist the warm feeling when he looked at you all excited and happy
𓆩♡𓆪 by the end of the movie he’d have a whole paragraph of compliments ready, and he’d make it corny on purpose - to make you both a bit shy, but also to make you laugh
WEN JUNHUI
𓆩♡𓆪 as a fellow actor, he’d help you figure out your lines and scenes, he’d practise with you - even if it took the whole night
𓆩♡𓆪 and he’d be the first person in the line at the movies, with a set of popcorn and drinks, because Jun would be that excited to see your movie
𓆩♡𓆪 after, he’d send you tons of messages saying how good the movie was, and how good of a job you did, and after writing a whole paragraph of how proud he was of you, he’d call you right away, basically saying all of the things he already wrote
𓆩♡𓆪 also, the moment it’d come out on streaming platforms he’d watch it with you, gushing the whole time how you crushed that role and how good you looked
KWON SOONYOUNG
𓆩♡𓆪 he would be so excited over you being an actress, like - you get to shoot at all of these cool locations, in front of a green screen, and they can make you into a superhero? he’d beg you to tell how all of the movie magic happens, and sometimes you’d find him going through your camera roll to look at the photos from set
𓆩♡𓆪 you can be sure he’d watch your movies multiple times, he’d buy the DVDs and bring them with him on tour (even though most of them could be found online, he’d still buy them)
𓆩♡𓆪 one time, he even proposed that there should be photocards in the DVDs so he could collect yours
𓆩♡𓆪 and he’d make the boys watch them with him, even if he’d have to drag Mingyu to the couch, he would fight him just so he would watch the damn movie
LEE JIHOON
𓆩♡𓆪 same as Jeonghan and Joshua - he’d be tremendously proud and supportive of you, but in a silent way
𓆩♡𓆪 and he’d keep the DVDs and Blu-rays in his studio, neatly keeping them on a shelf, with your framed photo as well
𓆩♡𓆪 if he ever had a bad day, couldn’t figure out a beat, or finish writing lyrics, Jihoon would pick out his favourite movie of yours and play it, so he could take his mind off of the work
𓆩♡𓆪 i believe he said he isn’t a big movie watcher, as he doesn’t really have time for that, but he’d always make time for watching your movies, every single one of them (even if you’d tell him that it was alright if he didn’t want to or was too tired, he’d take you the movies himself)
JEON WONWOO
𓆩♡𓆪 artsy boy ⅓ - he would love to talk about the technicalities of the movie, like the camerawork, the cinematography, or the CGI - you could literally spend hours after the movie talking about it
𓆩♡𓆪 he would ask you a lot of questions about different shorts, and how they were filmed
𓆩♡𓆪 i feel like he would be too shy to verbally compliment you, because there are no words in the dictionary that could express how proud he was of you, and how great of a job you were doing
𓆩♡𓆪 but you’d know how supportive he was of you - if he wasn’t, would he be the one insisting on seeing every single one of your movies the moment they premiered?
𓆩♡𓆪 and on the way home, Wonwoo would have your hand in his, and not let go of it even for a second, looking at you with so much love and adoration, that you’d practically melt under his gaze
LEE SEOKMIN
𓆩♡𓆪 you’d have a movie marathon once a month where Seokmin would choose a couple of your movies to watch (even if you wouldn’t want to, he’d give you his puppy eyes and you wouldn’t have any other choice)
𓆩♡𓆪 and he would make you say your lines out loud - for some reason it always made him so happy, and you’d always do that because it made him so excited
𓆩♡𓆪 if he was busy because of work, and didn’t get to watch your movie right away, he’d send you tons of messages apologising that he wouldn’t be able to watch it (and you’d always reassure him that it was fine, of course)
𓆩♡𓆪 but the moment he’d get some time off, he’d make a whole date out of it - first bringing you to your favourite restaurant, then going to the movies, and finishing the day with watching the sunset
𓆩♡𓆪 it would be his way of apologising, and making up for the time you had to spend apart, and to be honest, you preferred it that way, because it always ended being one of your favourite dates
KIM MINGYU
𓆩♡𓆪 artsy boy ⅔ - this man would have like those countdown widgets on his phone, to keep track for when your next movie would come out, and he would drag you to the cinema himself to watch it with you
𓆩♡𓆪 same as Wonwoo, would talk about the cinematography, and gush about the amazing shots and scenery, to the point where you’d have to remind him that “hey, i was in that movie as well!”
𓆩♡𓆪 but he’d do that just to tease you - you always got so pouty and cute when he “forgot” to praise you too, and he would make that up by clinging to you when you got home, and list all of the things he loved about you in that movie
𓆩♡𓆪 another one that might get a bit jealous when it comes to kissing, and all of that intimate stuff, so it’d be his turn to be pouty and whiny
𓆩♡𓆪 but he’d quickly realise how stupid that was - you’re literally using him as a human blanket, cuddled in his bed, if anything they should be jealous of Mingyu for having you all to himself
XU MINGHAO
𓆩♡𓆪 artsy boy ³ ⁄ ³ - again, same as Wonwoo, and Mingyu - he’d love to talk about all of the technicalities, camerawork, and would love to see all of the photos from the set and your shooting locations
𓆩♡𓆪 he’d also be the type to surprise you on set, totally out of nowhere (he’d probably write you how busy he was, and that he wouldn’t be able to come and see you, and the pop out out of nowhere)
𓆩♡𓆪 and if you’d be watching it together at the cinema, he’d hold your hand through the whole movie, and squeeze it from time to time
𓆩♡𓆪 if it was more of a, how to say it, psychological? movie - Hao would love to talk about it, i mean you’d probably sit through the whole night cuddled under the duvets in your bed, trying to understand the ending, or pondering on all of the small confusing parts of the movie
𓆩♡𓆪 and there would be no jealousy there, Mingaho is a very secure and confident person, especially when it comes to your relationship
BOO SEUNGKWAN
𓆩♡𓆪 Boo would love to go over the scrip with you, helping you with the lines, and acting out different scenes with you, i can imagine how much fun that would be
𓆩♡𓆪 and if he’d got the chance to visit you on set, he’d look at you with wide heart eyes, adoring everything you’d do, even if you’d be doing a simple dialogue scene, he’d be all smiley
𓆩♡𓆪 and he would be so happy seeing you happy, doing what you love, and having fun on set - no matter how many kissing scene you’d have to shoot, he’d still be 100% supportive
𓆩♡𓆪 and everyone on set would love him too, i mean, how can you not love this man?
𓆩♡𓆪 Seungkwan would keep all of the tickets, posters, and flyers from your movies, he’d frame some of them, or hang them on the wall in his room
CHWE VERNON
𓆩♡𓆪 oh my god, my favourite movie bro - Vernon would eat every single one of your movies up! Like, he loves watching movies, and if you’re in one too??? Automatically 10/10
𓆩♡𓆪 he’d love to hear all of the stories from set, and he’d be the one nagging you to send more pictures from the location you were currently shooting at
𓆩♡𓆪 and because you knew you big of a fan and a movie geek he was, you’d always make sure to get him an invitation to your every movie premiere
𓆩♡𓆪 this man would fanboy so much when he’d meet your co-stars, or the directors, like that would be a dream come true for him
𓆩♡𓆪 so to say that he would be 100% supportive of you and your job would be an understanding - he wouldn’t get jealous or sulky over the intimate scenes, Vernon knows very well that that’s just a part of your work, and it’s a natural part of it
𓆩♡𓆪 and being able to say that this superstar is his significant other??? Chef’s kiss
LEE CHAN
𓆩♡𓆪 heart eyes 24/7, like he’d be so so proud of you, and sometimes he wouldn’t believe you’re his girlfriend, because you’re like this huge actress, and he gets to call you his
𓆩♡𓆪 i cannot stress this enough, but he would be the most supportive and proud boyfriend ever - you know those soccer mums and dads that have banners and scream anytime their child touch the ball? that would be Chan
𓆩♡𓆪 he would re-watch your movies whenever you’d be away, or when he went overseas for schedules, he’d definitely have a list of comfort movies, and watch those every night
𓆩♡𓆪 Chan would have a collection of all of the DVD and Blu-rays with your movies, and keep them neatly on the shelf in his room
𓆩♡𓆪 also, you’d probably have to comfort him a little after a kissing scene, or a more intimate one, because he’d get a bit upset (but nothing to serious, it’d for just a moment)
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— 𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗮𝘂: 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 ♥
:feat~ xiao, kazuha, heizou, scaramouche x gn!reader:
⤷ cw: obsessiveness, self aware
⤷ speed-wrote this so sorry for any mistakes spps
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XIAO is perplexed, if anything.
Why would you write such things about him, of all people? In a way, he’s honored that you’d think highly enough of him, but what’s with this strangely flowery language? The adeptus has read his fair share of local tales, but this is nothing in comparison. Not by far.
In a way, he feels like he’s intruding upon your personal information, but then again, you don’t even know he’s alive, do you? So as long as you stay unaware, it’d be fine, right? At least, that’s what he tells himself as he reads over the text you’ve accidentally left open on your screen, face flushed as sudden heat rises to his cheeks.
Is this… normal? Do all humans do things like… this? Writing their fantasies down in text to satisfy themselves?
Xiao really won’t ever understand the things that mortals do. The male isn’t sure how to feel at all.
Do you… Do you want him to do these things to you?
Maybe that’s why he keeps reading the words you granted him to read, over and over again, breath shallow.
Do you want him to whisper his praises into your ear, to confess his love to you while the two of you watch the sunset beneath the mountainous skyline? To smile at you, light glimmering within his amber eyes? To hold you in his arms, to kiss you so tenderly, just like how you wanted him to? Just like how you wrote?
Because if that’s the case, he’s willing to. More than willing.
A thousand, no, a million times over, he’ll do it all, however many times you want. ♥
KAZUHA is impressed at your work, and more than a little interested.
After all, the wandering poet he is, Kazuha has written quite the number of literature pieces himself, all of them about you… so he’s quite enthralled when he finds out that you write about him too! He might be overthinking some things, but he’s really, really excited about it… likely more than you’ll ever realize.
Because to him, writing is the highest form of endearment - a way to express oneself in the truest way possible, and to discover that you’ve been doing that for him, well… he can’t stop his heart from beating as fast as it is!
This means you feel the same way about him that he does you, right? After all, if you’re writing about how much you love him, that’s basically a confession, isn’t it?
And If… If you asked, he would be more than willing to show you the countless poems he’s written about you… some written in red ink, some in black, several smudged while others lay half-torn. Either way, all of them are for you, of you, all of them singing praises of your name and affectionate adorations of your being.
Because simply a hundred of them isn’t enough, not by far, to profess his profound love for you. His love for you is an imperfect feeling that sends his heart racing and his face burning.
He’ll just have to keep writing and writing until he can capture the obsessive feeling that seems to swallow him up, however long it’ll take. ♥
HEIZOU is only slightly surprised, but more so intrigued.
Who knew the creator had such a… shameful side to them? No, that’d be a disrespectful way to describe it… how about bashful? He finds it innocent, almost, which is strange.
In the first place, many wouldn’t expect you to be so susceptible to such fantasies, let alone write such ideas down. And while he is somewhat shocked, it’s also predictable. Heizou has analyzed your personality and character over and over, countless times over, and he knows your tendencies, all of them. This is merely a different foresight in thousands upon thousands of possibilities.
But expectation aside, Heizou can’t help but keep reading what you’ve written about him… do you really think of the detective like this? Someone so… charming and romantic? It’s flattering, almost too much so. The very thought of it, the very sight of your carefully crafted words and sentences, he can hear the way his heart thumps in his ears and the way his face is twisted into a lovesick smile.
After all, if this is what you’ve dreamed up of, then that’s what you want him to do to you, right? Haha, ask nicely, and Heizou will be more than willing to play along with whatever you have in mind.
Ah, but you should keep in mind.
Once Heizou has a taste of what he wants, he might never stop.♥
SCARAMOUCHE judges you, of course.
He finds it puzzling and somewhat unsettling at the same time… why is it that you write down such stories about what he would do to you? He hasn’t done a single action described in the fantasies you’ve written, so why do you still persist so earnestly?
…It almost disgusts him.
Of course, he’d never say it to your face… or then again, maybe he would. Scaramouche is a brash man, and that’s common knowledge. After all, the strong can say whatever they want, can’t they?
Still… it’s oddly comforting to see you do this. And the male doesn't really know why. Maybe it’s because you care for him enough to dream about these kinds of things? Or maybe it’s evidence to him that you won’t be another to leave him?
He’s strangely conflicted, and to him, that’s weakness. Both appalled and enthralled… how is he supposed to feel?
And it doesn’t help that even through his whines, he keeps reading. Reading with the slightest dust of red across his cheeks and the way his breath hitches every time you’ve written his name. Heart skipping a beat every time his eyes scan over the sentences one more time, once more, just once more.
Is that the way you feel about him?
And why was it that he felt the same? ♥
(a/n) oh dear my mental state is declining again wooOoOo
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I Didn't Know I Was Into That ( Kink Unlocked ! ) || Muichiro Tokito x fem!reader
End of the Smutember 2023 ! 🎉 Thank you for everyone who took some time to read my work ! 🍰🌹
A/n : Prompt 30 of the Smutember 2023 ( Imagine it's an AU in which after the Swordsmith Village Arc, the demon slayers and Hashiras come back to the HQ and they do some small missions before the final battle. Obviously I don’t know what happens after as I’m an anime watcher so no spoilers please )
A/n 2 : Muichiro is aged up like all the characters y'all read for and write for from other mangas such as Mha, Assassination Classroom, Gambling School, Tokyo Revengers... so if anyone comes here and complain bro I'mma take the first plane and find you because you've been warned 👀
The list of prompts is HERE
Smutember 2023 Masterlist ⚜
Warnings : Muichiro is aged up ofc, rough sex, kinda degrading, dacryphilia, oral male receiver, mention of soft sex 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it
Masterlist ⚜
I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it
Word count : 1362
Since you came back from the Swordsmith Village everything seemed to have settled down, while everyone was training for the upcoming confrontation ahead, and you… well you rhythmed you live with some good old demon fighting. You weren’t a Hashira - yet - but you still found it awfully easy to kick their asses as they were only basic demons.
For Muichiro it was pretty much the same, he’d wake up early in the morning, leave his place to go to some others in which he would slaughter some demons and then he’d come back to your place this time. Eager to spend some cozy and relaxing time with his loved one, far away from the roughness of his everyday life.
In those moments, he would come quietly to anywhere he knows you could be in the domain. And he’d take your hand and gently drag you with him to his or your place. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, or with who you’re talking, he doesn’t care. Or if he is really tired he’d just go to your place and see if you’re already back, or wait for you to come home.
And once he has you he is not going to let go of you any time soon. Lying in your fûton, his arms would encircle your waist as he tries to pull you impossibly close to him. His head nestled against your neck as his cock rests snugly within your velvety walls. His breath would fane against your ear, as he tries to calm his breathing. And he might, thrust once or twice per moment, or just take you gently and a little tiredly, if he isn’t that exhausted after his day.
Today though, he feels totally not tired at all, some asshole had pissed him off, more than he ever thought would be possible since he got his memories back ( I’m not saying this is canon ). Like what was this guy doing in the middle of the fight ? He thought he’d be some hero or something, but he only got in the Hashira’s way, who ended up fuming with anger when he came back.
When your eyes met his you could clearly see that he was pissed off. His eyes were slightly wide due to the range of anger that coursed through him, but maybe just maybe there was another reason for his blown pupils. In comparison, to the way he usually came to you in the afternoon / evening, this time he looked a lot more awake, not in this sluggish way of his, that showed how tired he was.
You didn’t even have time to speak, that with long strides he crossed the room joining you in the middle. His breathing was demonstrative of the feelings that were shaking his body at the moment. Not losing a single second his arm snaked around your waist and he pulled you flush against his chest and in an instant his lips crashed against yours, his tongue already seeking yours. As they battled for dominance you could clearly feel the shift that had occurred during the day. He clearly wasn’t planning on spending the evening the same way he has the past few days.
He pulled you up in his arms without taking his mouth off of yours and made his way towards your room. He lied you down on your fûton and almost immediately hastily started to take your clothes off ( of course he had had your consent before ). His fingers started fumbling with the adrenaline of the mission leaving his body and the anticipation of what was about to happen. He had spent his day losing time over some dumb guy and he wasn’t planning on losing anymore on the buttons of your shirt, so when he opened his mouth he wasn’t really intending to say “Hurry up and take those off. Do you think I've got time to waste ?”
His intonation took you by surprise, but what was even more shocking is that you immediately started doing what he had demanded of you. You felt yourself throb and you clenched your thighs. What the heck was that… This didn’t go unnoticed by him, a smirk drew itself on his lips when, once bare before his eyes, he was able to see the glistening desire pooling from your center. When you brought your legs closer he couldn't help but keep going “Didn't you hear what I just said ? Don’t you want to be good for a Hashira, once in your life ?” his tone was the same as usual though his words cut deep in your skin and gosh it felt so good.
You parted your legs as he undressed at the speed of the light, he was already so hard that you thought you’d start already. But he grabbed you by the hair and pulled you to your knees, his throbbing erection right in front of your mouth “Make it feel good… for everything I’ve done to protect the weaks- ah” he moaned as your eager mouth took him and started sucking and suckling on his glistening tip. His head fell back and you grabbed onto his muscular thighs to help yourself take him deeper.
Not so long after you started you could feel his hips rolling towards you as he subtly thrusts into your warm wet mouth “Mmmh just like this” he groaned, his hand coming to your hair to move you the way he wanted. But he wasn’t planning on coming inside your mouth, not today. That’s how he suddenly pulled you off his cock before pushing you back in the mattress and shoving it deep inside you.
Your walls flustered around his length as he pinned you down in a perfect matting press. His movements were rough and fast, he just needed to get it out of his system. He kept whispering some harsh words in your ears, loving the way you tightened more and more with each one. His hands found purchase on your hips as he railed you the way he had wanted for the past few days. He knew soon he was going to come “You’re going to be useful and take all my come alright ?” he warned, but his words had for you the effect of a bomb. You were already teetering on the edge of a blissful orgasm with the way his cock kissed your cervix at each deep thrusts and his words were the last push you needed.
You came so hard around him that for a brief second his hips stuttered and stilled, you were squeezing and milking so hard, that he almost nutted. But then as he looked at your face he didn’t expect to see this, nor had he ever expected to react this way. Your eyes were glistening with tears, some had already rolled down your cheeks. He really made you come so hard your body felt the need to evacuate the pressure that had built up. Muichiro, in the throes of the moment didn’t hesitate a second as he restarted thrusting like a madman inside your thigh quivering warmth. You moaned, feeling him throb even more inside you, he was too moaning breathlessly. Gosh those tears had an insane power over him at the moment. His hips stuttered for one last time before he pushed his hips flush against yours, his cock nestling deep inside your folds as he came. Spurts of glistening ropes filling your depth as he finally slumped over your body.
It's evident to say that from then on something was going to change in your relationship, well mostly in bed. Now that he knew you liked to fuck hard, he could let off steam verbally. On the other hand, he was going to ask himself some questions about why your tears had such an effect on him. He thrusted his hips so as not to break the connection between you two. Doing so he realized that he was still hard even after he'd cum. He sighed out gently, knowing that it was far from over for him. And who knows, maybe he'd manage to get some more tears of pleasure from you.
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hey yall!
soooo there is a situation with gracieispunk and i had a long time ago and with all this drama going on i felt like it was time to explain my side of things.
story under the cut
months ago (if you were on tumblr in september) i wanted to write a maintenance man joel x male reader but, since i started on wattpad i wanted to make sure i got gracie’s explicit consent before even writing it, around september i texted her, but she never responded.
it’s now october at this point and my friend tags me in a WIP game so i post my drafts and along with my drafts i post my maintenance man draft and at this point i couldn’t figure it the title for the of my fic so i just put “maintenance man — maintenance man!joel” and then i wanted to give me asking her another chance, so i went in here ask page and see if she was able down to talk.
she responded to my WIP and finally we got to talking
*here are the screenshots and proof that it was september that i first texted her in september, proof that she responded to my WIP game and then we talked
as you can see, she blocked me shortly after that, this is when i had a full blown panic attack and i had to call one of my best friends that helped calm me down and made me realize some things, but i couldn’t help but see if gracie had posted something about this situation, and she did.
but a couple days had passed since the situation (this happened in like a span of a week might i add) and a lot of people, whom i’ve talked about the situation with, has stated that people can’t own a character or anything and i made the conclusion that im still going to write maintenance man joel for the male audience, a whole different thing, inspiration and plagiarism are two different things!
the male community is tiny compared to the community that i don’t write for. i would understand if i was just stealing her idea, word for word, but that’s not me. at all.
i forgot to mention that a bunch of authors that i had looked up too, to come out of my shell in the writing world had blocked me, i don’t know what gracie told them, but all that i know is that a lot of authors blocked me, maybe they had their own reason, i don’t know.
but, all of this drama with basically putting small writers down, i would like to say i was one of them in a sense, where i literally almost quitted my future career. but im glad i told people about the situation and everything, because if i hadn’t, i possibly would’ve deleted tumblr and not made any of the friends/acquaintances that i have now.
so if you wanna hate me? go ahead. support me? i love you. shit on me? make me feel bad about myself? try it, i do it every day. i’m not posting this out of hate for no one at all, im just here to write and have a good time.

#support writers#sweetenerobert#gracieispunk#hate me or don't i don't care i just want to write#pedro pascal x male reader#joel miller x male reader#small writer
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Hear me out, 141 boys x southern/cowboy male reader, he wears the his hat and/or boots round base cause it reminds him of home
I can imagine Soap toying with him and making Wild West jokes and the like
Maybe even a reference to the “you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy”?
I'm listening loud and clear my friend! I love anything about southern people and their culture and all that jazz. SO I hope you like this!
And only Soap and Price IM SORRY! Its just that i'm in the hospital trying to get my shit together and physically I can't handle writing too much. But I will add more characters
141 Boys x Cowboy reader.
Soap!_________________________________________________________
🤍 "What's with the hat?" Soap asks looking at Y/n while he takes down an enemy. "What 'ch ya mean?" Y/n answers already knowing where this is leading. "The cowboy hat. Really? In the middle of battle."
🤍 BURST OUT LAUGHING WHEN HE HEARD YOUR ACCENT (But he literally can't be talking.)
🤍 He likes to mimic your accent.
🤍 "It's hot today in'it?" Y/n says sitting down on next to Soap in the base. "The hell did you say?" Soap asks whipping his head towards you.
🤍 BOY dies trying to understand you sometimes BUT always makes an effort to understand you.
🤍 When he first saw you wear a cowboy hat he almost fainted. He was weak in the knees when he saw it.
🤍 When it's Halloween he'll dress up as a thief/ outlaw and you be the sheriff. Both of you acting like the role. Next time he'll want to be a cowgirl while your the cowboy.
🤍 Loves it when you give him a cheesy nickname it doesn't even matter how strange it is to "Hey huckleberry." even to "Hi my horseshoe."
🤍 IF you can ride a horse he'll just go feral about it. Begs you to teach him how to ride or at least let him sit on the horse with you.
🤍 Steals your boots all the time. Like he does it so much and so often it's basically his boots as well.
🤍"I thin'ak you're in the wrong part of town." Soap says in his annoying fake southern accent whenever you go in the wrong direction or something.
🤍 "So...You live on a ranch or what? Or you live on a farm y'know with the animals and all that." "I told you millions of times. I live in a ranch over here, but I got me a farm in Texas." Y/n answers with a groan.
🤍 "Am I your stallion?" Soap asks after millions of things about southern states and their slang. "You? my stallion? Darling have you been searchin up southern things again."
🤍 He melts when you call him any nickname in your accent. Like knees weak. Even if it's an insult he wouldn't even care tbh.
🤍 Takes your hat almost everyday. Wear it around the base and run or hide when he sees yo
🤍 Downright submissive when you whisper anything to him with your accent.
Soap walking around the base suddenly stopped by a pair of arms wrapping around his waist holding him in a tight grip. "Did you know...You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy?" You whisper in his ear after sneaking up on him. Soap squirms in his arms. "C'mon since you always wearin my hat, how bout I show you the consequences."
Price!_________________________________________________________
💚 Understand the struggles of having an hard accent to understand.
💚 He tries his best to teach the team about your accent and the words you say to help them understand you.
💚 Likes to listen to your rambling or stories just to hear your accent sometimes. It makes him feel so calmed and at peace.
💚 You make him chuckle every time you give him a weird southern nickname. "Captain honeybee?" "Yes L/n?"
💚 Likes to compare accents with you and the others. Like one big group of men just swapping words in their accent or language.
💚 MAKES Asks you to read things for him.
💚 He loves the fact that your country.
💚 Likes to watch you from the far when your wearing your boots and hat he loves them so much and he thinks you look great with them.
💚 If you have a thick accent he will help you try to lose it even though hes struggling with his own.
💚 Quick to give you comfort when ever you miss home or something.
💚 Once a moth both of you go on a trip back to the country and y'all stay at a farm taking care of all the barn animals together. His favorite animal is probably the goats.
💚 Wears your cowboy hat when he thinks your not looking.
You give him your hat, watching him put it on his head. Price looks at you suspiciously when he sees your smug smirk. "You wear that hat, you ride the cowboy." Price stares at you wide eyed and a bit caught off guard.
THE END?? GONNA ADD MORE BOYS SOON!
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Hi! Just wanted to say that I love your dom reader work!
Also, I saw that you did a work with a mermaid reader, so I wanted to give you an idea you may like. There is these things called nagas (which is basically a half serpent person) that maybe you could include in your work (male reader preferably, whichever character you want)
If you don't want to I completely understand, keep up the amazing work!
How do you sex a snake? ♥︎
Sub Blade x Naga AMAB Reader
Broadcaster Message - Bwahaha!! Thank you so much!! I’m so happy people enjoy my writing!! I saw this right before I went to bed last night and ohh goodness it’s been buzzing in my mind all day. Decided to write Blade but if you wanna come back a request a specific character with a naga reader my ask box is always open! Σ(･ω･ﾉ)ﾉ also really weird, I had a dream about writing this before HSR even came out?? freaky
Notes 🗒️ - Sub Blade, Dom AMAB Reader, Naga Reader, Monster Fucking, PwP (Porn with Plot), Reader has Duel Cocks and a Slit, Reader has fangs and claws, Me rambling about snake anatomy for a bit, Possibly OOC Blade?, He’s very curious at the start, Biting and scratching, Blade is kind of pushy, Exposition is kinda long, I was brain dumping, Playing with and sucking on Blade’s nipples, Masochist Blade, Teasing/Edging, Anal sex, Degradation, Reader calls Blade a slut and whore, Mention of blood, Playing with Blade’s regeneration abilities, Hair pulling, Begging, Reader is mean, Blade likes it, Let me know if I missed anything!
!! Not Proof Read !! i really need to get someone to read over these for me
“[Name], come here.”
Your head perked up at the sound of Blade’s deep voice calling out. You looked over and saw him hunched over something, poking at it with his sword. You slowly moved over to him, the only sound being your tail crushing grass and leaves beneath you. You were both currently out on a mission, in the process of cleaning up any evidence you were there. Blade had been frustrated he was paired with you, preferring to work alone or with Kafka, and you were just excited to get out of the stuffy apartment the Stellaron Hunter’s called a base.
You glanced over Blade’s shoulder, almost immediately shrieking at him and pushing him to the side. “Don’t poke at a snake with your sword?” You hissed, unconsciously baring your fangs at Blade. He scoffed, getting back up and walking over to you, watching as you gently picked the snake up. “Just wanted to show you. He’s kinda similar to you.” You glared at Blade, “You’re just saying that because I’m a naga, we don’t even have similar patterns,” You held the snake up, “Besides, she, isn’t even the same type of snake I am.”
You continued to cradle the snake, Blade watching you curiously. “How do you know the gender of it?” Blade asked, at first you thought he was mocking you, but you noticed looked at you so curiously, eyes soft as he awaited your response. “Oh, you can tell by the tail. Female snake’s tails are thinner and have a gradual taper, male snake tails are thicker are the taper is more sudden.” You motioned to the snake in your arm’s tail, then your own, trying to show Blade the difference.
“That seems unreliable.”
You nodded, gently putting the snake down and resting your arms on your hips. “Yeah, it is hard to tell if you aren’t experienced or have another snake to compare it with. There are other ways to figure it out.” Blade nodded, following you when you began to slither away. There was a moment of silence between the two of you, both of you moving through a grassy field on the outskirts of a town, returning to the location Kafka dropped you off at.
The peaceful silence was broken by Blade, to your shock. “What are the other ways?” You hummed in response, more focused on searching for Kafka, she was supposed to pick you up around this time. “The other ways to tell the gender of a snake?” You turned your head so fast, face feeling warm as you stared at him. “Oh— You uh…” You fidgeted with your hands, trying to figure out how to word your explanation.
“We can uh… Talk about this later.” You stated bluntly, waving Blade off and pulling out your phone to text Kafka. You could tell he rolled his eyes, even with your back turned, hearing him sigh loudly.
Later, after Kafka picked you both up, you had completely forgotten about the question, continuing on with your day. But Blade couldn’t, your awkward response was burned into his mind, curiosity clawing at his mind, he needed to know.
Currently you were wrapping your torso in a large fluffy towel, having just got out of the bath. You hummed softly to yourself, doing your routine then slipping out of the bathroom, going to your room. You didn’t expect to see Blade sat on your bed, legs crossed and watching you intently.
“Blade, why are you in my room?” You eyed him carefully, moving into your room and shutting the door behind you. Blade moved his legs so he could rest his head on his knee, lazily blinking as he watching you move through your room. “I wanted you to answer my question.” You sighed as you removed the towel from around your torso, rubbing your face into it, “You’re still caught up on that?” You groaned, turning back to Blade, face impossibly warm.
“After that response you gave me, of course I am.” You threw your towel at Blade impulsively, glaring at the man. Blade balled the towel up in his lap, still giving you the same bored expression, tilting his head to the side. You gritted your teeth, throwing your arms in the air. “Fine! Fine. I better not need to repeat anything.” You pointed at Blade as you slithered to your bed, plopping down next to him.
He gave you a small nod, watching intently. You took a deep breath, stomach twisting into an uncomfortable knot. You ran your hand down your stomach, pressing down to better show your slit. “So, one way is with a snake probe. You— You would press the probe into here and if it drops one to three scales, then the snake is a female, if it drops nine to fifteen then the snake is male.”
You trailed off, watching Blade, feeling your body grow warm. “That all?” He asked softly, you couldn’t tell if he was aware of your embarrassment, acting dumb just to torture you. Without any other statement Blade got up and left, leaving you flustered in your room.
The next few days were relatively normal, all of you doing your respective missions and tasks. It was an unspoken rule among the Stellaron Hunters to mind your business, don’t bother someone if they seem engulfed in their current task unless you want to be snapped at. Though, Blade, who was the main reason this rule was put into place, had completely disregarded.
You didn’t miss how he seemed to be hovering near you more often that not, curiously asking about what you were doing. It honestly made you wonder if he was thinking of getting a pet snake with how often he asked you about your own maintenance.
Currently you were sprawled on a couch in the lounge, soaking in the little sun that peaked into the windows. You tried your hardest to ignore Blade, who was sat on a coffee table, watching you intently. You were both alone in the apartment, Silver Wolf and Kafka out on a mission and Elio no where to be seen. It was honestly kind of relaxing, you had gotten more comfortable with Blade over the span of the last few days, becoming used to his presence.
You hummed, turning your head to look at Blade. He had his eyes closed, leaning on the end of his sword. He looked peaceful, seeming like he was enjoying the warmth of the sun with you. “I can move if you want to sit on the couch.” You mumbled, Blade opening his eyes slightly to stare at you before closing them again. You took that as a no, but still coiled in on yourself so there was space on the end of the couch.
You closed your eyes, unaware Blade had gotten up at some point and sat next to you, watching you intently. “How much control do you have over… this?” Blade spoke so softly you almost didn’t hear him, only fully aware of what he asked when he rested his hand on your tail. You sat up slightly, moving to wrap your tail around Blade’s waist, watching as he curiously slid your hands over your scales.
“Decent amount, can’t pick things up with it.” You smiled at Blade, the man still touching your scales. “It’s… smooth.” You nodded, amused as he stared at you body like a child, some kind of wonder you didn’t recognize in his eyes. You missed how the look in his eyes morphed into something else as his eyes dragged over your torso to your face, deep red eyes staring blankly at you.
You missed how Blade moved to better face you, hands sliding up your tail to rest on your hips, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. “[Name].” Blade spoke your name so softly, almost as if the word was foreign to him, gently slipping hands under your shirt. Blade leaned forward as best the could, effectively hovering over your body, your tail loosely hanging around his waist.
“Is something wrong?” You shifted uncomfortably beneath his gaze, feeling Blade’s fingers graze just over your slit. Blade’s face was so close to yours. You could feel his warm breath, your hands trembling slightly as they moved to wrap around his neck. He suddenly leaned forward, pressed his lips against yours. You gasped against him, eyes flying open, feeling Blade press his tongue into your mouth.
You groaned as he pressed his fingers into your slit, relaxing beneath him, allowing Blade to take control. He pulled away from the kiss, moving down to bite your neck, grinning when he heard you release a whine. “Blade—“ You tugged on his hair, throwing your head back as he opened your slit, guiding your cocks out.
You were shocked with how he seemed to know what he was doing, how to touch you and make sure he didn’t hurt you.
Blade continued to massage your slit, leaning down covering your neck im bite marks and hickeys. “Blade wait-“ You pushed him up slightly, Blade staring at you slightly annoyed, but paused all his movements, waiting for your next words. “Can we move to my room or yours?” Blade suddenly seemed to process you were both still in the lounge, looking around with an embarrassed expression before nodding, slipping off of you.
You both moved to your room, Blade climbing onto your bed as you locked your door. You moved onto your bed, loosely wrapping your tail around Blade as you pushed him onto the bed. Blade helped you strip him down to his boxers, watching as you scanned over his body. You pressed your face into his neck, biting down as you ran your hands up his scared torso, feeling his hands twitch on your hips.
He practically whimpered at the feeling of your sharp teeth sinking into his skin, nails digging into your skin, throwing his head back when you dragged your tongue across the wound. You chuckled, nipping at his ear slightly. “Didn’t think you’d be into that, Bladie.” You dragged a clawed finger up Blade’s chest, hearing him groan as you scratched the sensitive flesh.
You cupped one of his pecs, digging your nails into the soft mound. “Aeons, these are so big.” You leaned down from his neck and wrapped your lips around his nipple, dragging your tongue across the sensitive bud. Blade hissed at the feeling, dragging his hand up your back and resting it in your hair, his head falling back onto your pillows. You pulled your head up and smiled at him, pinching his nipples between your fingers, laughing when a whimper escaped his lips. “Aww, you’re so sensitive here.” You cooed at him before taking his pec back into your mouth, taking in all the sweet sounds that spilled from Blade’s lips.
When you pulled away for the final time Blade’s chest was red and covered in your saliva, a thin string connecting your lips to the sensitive hard buds snapping as you sat up. Blade sat himself up, resting on his forearms, watching you carefully.
You curled two of your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, running your free hand over the dark happy trail that ran down his stomach. Blade lifted his hips to help you remove his boxers, hissing as the cold air of your room hit his dick. He was thick, really thick. You wrapped your hand around the base, brushing a thumb over a prominent vein on the underside. You glanced up at Blade, slowly running your hand up his dick. He let out a breathy moan, eyes half-lidded as he watched you carefully glide your hands up and down his dick, massaging his balls with your other hand.
You were careful to not accidentally nick him with your nails, pressing soft kisses onto his stomach as you continued to jerk him off. Blade occasionally would jerk his hips up, about to reach his peak, just before you would take your hands away, grinning mischievously at the man. This continued for a bit, Blade becoming more and more agitated with your teasing before gripping your wrist when you pulled away for what was probably the fifth time, sitting up to glare at you.
“[Name].” He hissed at you as you just grinned down at him, tip of your tail flicking in amusement. “Yes?” You pretended to be oblivious, tilting your head to the side. “Just— Just fuck me already!” Blade practically growled at you, a look of surprise forming on your face, you hadn’t expected him to be so direct.
You regained your composure, the same mischievous smile forming on your face as you lifted your hand, showing Blade your long sharp nails. “I can’t properly prep you with these.” Blade rolled his eyes, falling onto the bed and wrapping his legs around your hips, effectively laying on top of your tail. “I don’t care at this point, fuck me without preparation, without lube at this point! Just— Just please fuck me—“ You stared at Blade with wide eyes, suddenly sensing the desperation in his voice, the pleading look he gave you.
You sighed, reaching over to your bedside table to grab a bottle of lube, using one hand to grab it and the other to massage your slit, slowly guiding your dicks out. Blade watched curiously as you reached your full length, watching how you stroked them, covering one in lube. You tired to cover Blade’s hole as best as you could with the lube, trying to not dig your nails into his skin.
You lined him up, pushing the tip of your bottom dick against his hole. “I’m gonna go in now, alright?” Blade nodded, pushing his hips down in an attempt to force you in. You slowly pushed your dick in, hissing as you felt Blade stretch around you. Blade groaned at the pain, arching his back to feel more of you, pulling you closer to him. Eventually when you bottomed out, mostly because Blade forced you closer and further into him with his legs around your hips, you were hovering over him, arms on either side of his head.
You could feel him squeezing around you, feeling as if he were trying to pull more of you into him. Blade rested his hands on your shoulders, eyeing your second dick that was pressing against his. “Could you put that one in too?” You choked on your own spit, staring at Blade exasperated, “I’m sorry?” Blade motioned to your other dick, glancing back at you with an almost bored expression. “You’re getting way too ahead of yourself, at least get used to one first.” Blade rolled his eyes, leaning back into the bed. You honestly couldn’t believe him.
Part of you wanted to punish him for how greedy he was being.
You slowly began to thrust your hips, Blade beginning to smile as he felt your dick pressing into his body, watching as your second on bounced against his stomach with every thrust. It wasn’t long before you were harshly pounding into Blade, gripping his hair so he could stare at you. “Dirty slut,” Slipped from your lips, Blade groaning at the degrading name, feeling your fat cock ram into his prostate. “So fucking greedy, wanted both my dicks in you when you could barely handle one.”
Blade felt tears prickling in his eyes as you harshly thrust into him, your free hand on his side, digging your sharp nails so hard into his skin he bled. You grinned as you pulled away, watching the wounds quickly heal again before jabbing your nails into his side again, hearing Blade practically scream as he arched his back. He was such a pretty thing, crumbling beneath you. You dragged your nails over his stomach, pressing down hard in some places, hearing Blade whimper at the feeling of pain mixing with pleasure.
You kisses him roughly, biting his lips as you pulled his hair, grinning whenever Blade would moan against you. Whenever you would pull away, stopping all your biting and scratching, just fucking into Blade he would cry, cry so hard because he wanted you to make him bleed, he wanted to see your fingers stained red with his blood, his skin red and sensitive.
He was so needy.
You of course couldn’t say no to him, not when he gave you the rare sight of his face flushed, big fat tears rolling down his face. You would lean down and softly kiss his cheeks or forehead before digging your nails into his sides, Blade letting out a loud moan and arching his back whenever you did.
Occasionally he would stutter out little pleas, asking you to put both of your dicks in, to rake your nails down his stomach, pull his hair, spit in his face, he just wanted you to be so mean to him. You would pull on his hair whenever he would do this, bringing him close to your face, enough so he could feel your hot breath on his lips. “Such a needy whore.” You would say, licking your lips, feeling Blade try to grind down on you when you would stop your movements.
“This isn’t enough for you?” You wouldn’t wait for a response, harshly pulling out then thrusting into Blade, biting his neck hard. Blade would babble out praises, feeling you pound into him as hard as possible, teeth digging into his soft flesh.
You continued this routine, Blade begging you to ne rough, you degrading them, then giving him what he asked for. Both of you enjoyed it, feeling each other reach your highs faster and faster. Your thrusts became sloppy and fast, pressing your face into Blade’s chest as you felt or orgasm approaching. Blade could feel his as well, the tight coiling in his stomach, head thrown back as he gripped your forearms, feeling your scaled flesh beneath his hands.
You harshly thrust into him, releasing inside of Blade, not even asking if he wanted you to. He didn’t mind, your warmth pushing him over the edge and he also reached his orgasm, cum coating his and your stomachs. You sat up, feeling Blade’s legs tremble as he rutted into you, trying to drag out his orgasm as long as he could.
You massaged his hips, both of you riding out your highs. Eventually you flopped over, pulling Blade into your arms and coiling your tail around his body. He didn’t complain, relaxing im your arms. You both laid there for a few moments before you slipped away, pulling out of Blade. He glared at you, frowning at the loss of your dick, feeling your cum spill out of his hole. “I’m sorry, we need to clean up.”
Blade rolled his eyes but sat up, watching you move around your room, picking up your discarded clothes. “[Name]?” You hummed, glancing back at Blade as you grabbed yourself a clean shirt. “Next time could you put both in?” You glanced at Blade then laughed, “I mean, if you really want me to.” You shook your head, telling Blade you were going to take a bath, then slipped out of your room.
You couldn’t ignore the giddiness im your chest at his statement, he wanted to do it again…
#📺 brenbofen’s stories#writing#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#dom reader#hsr#blade smut#sub blade#blade x reader#blade x male reader#nom human reader#monster reader
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Hi!! I saw you were doing avatar requests. I was wondering if you could do tsu'tey as a father figure to gender neutral avatar!reader? Maybe teaching them to hunt or whatever you wish to write! If not that's totally okay!! Have a good day!!
♡. "dada??" "DO I LOOK—" —
synopsis / tsu'tey as a father figure. and how he would react to being your father figure.
gn!avatar!reader | ( I almost made this into an x reader goodbye ) I kinda blanked out in the middle and just stopped and told myself this was good as an excuse for not having any other ideas I am so sorry abt that ( I do not expect this to get as much likes as my other ones )
let's build some character here!!! it's pre-awow, yeah? you literally just got out of your cryosleep pod, you're a clueless teen with nothing but your humor and maybe your adapting skills to save you. your parents are either dead or out of the picture — and it turns out your sibling kinda signed up to be an operator but then BAM! they died before they could do it. that's kinda sad tho. rip... anyways you kinda HAVE to do this and it's weird because you're a teen but your parents are out of the picture and you're the only one the RDA can depend on.
so, naturally, you go "...screw it!" as I would go and stuff yourself into a cryosleep pod like every one of us smart people would do. okay back to the present
you're a bit loopy, you know, you just got here, you just got through quaritch's debrief. you're just going with the flow and hoping they have some pizza but yk nonetheless you're chillin' ... fast forward to when you wake up in your avatar
you're all over the place as we all would be .... you're like really tall and stuff and whenever you walk you walk like you're high but you get used to it and then suddenly you're up and running and probably failing at basketball
even more fast forwarding!!! you go on your first expedition, blah blah blah, you and jake get lost and depend on eachother for survival for like a few hours until neytiri finds the both of you and then takes you back to the clan in which you are both reluctantly taken in
mo'at places tsu'tey in charge of you to which the warrior is screaming sobbing and crying because of because he wants no part in teaching devils from the sky. you sass him back. he retorts with an even sassier remark. you then have a sass off.
okay I'm done worldbuilding have a little drabble ( can you spot parallels? <3)
oh my god, wow! you're actually & royally, perhaps even emperor level royally, dead! it is very evident from the fact that this direhorse your extremely hospitable guide is leading you to looks positively horrifying and you don't even want to get on it. "e-easy, girl—" you tried to reassure the horse, but tsu'tey interjected, whacking your head, gently. ( gently for tsu'tey. you almost broke your head. ) "oneida is male." he said, and the direhorse seemed to agree, whacking you with his antenna sassily. you hissed.
"mawey." (calm.) tsu'tey ran his fingers along the direhorses skin, and oneida neighed in response. tsu'teys eyes then came to you, his head nodding upwards— basically an indirect way to say get on the horse already. you obliged, thinking: hey! this would be easy!
it wasn't. you struggled and continued to struggle getting on that horse. tsu'tey just laughed, and yet he ended up helping you in the end— you smiled, proud of yourself for going through such a laborious situation. your pride was interrupted as tsu'tey yelled at you, almost having you fall off the creature— but yet, you remained balanced. "make the bond. use your tswin, already, skxawng."
you did. you felt an overwhelming feeling you couldn't describe, and it seemed that all you could feel at this moment weren't your feelings. tsu'tey snickered at your clueless face— "that is tsaheylu. the bond that connects you to them, all you must do is tell them where to go and what to do inside." he instructed, fingers to the side of his head. then, quickly, he swung himself onto another direhorse & bonded with them, looking at you with a cheeky smile. "keep up," his eyes narrowed,
"now, we ride."
it turns out that you're better at this than you thought you'd be, before it started. you caught on faster than jake did, and by like, let's say less time than jake did because I don't know how many months this movie encompasses, you were basically ready to go through your rite of passage.
tsu'tey was there with you through it all, y/n.
he watched you jump through the forests, he was the one who told you what ikrans were— he taught you na'vi. he taught you everything you needed to know. and he was proud. you could see it in his smile, and when he smiled at you, patting your back and telling you 'well done' — you couldn't help but see him as a father after.
"thanks, dad."
you weren't supposed to say that.
oh my god you're going to DIE tsutey is gonna IMPALE YOU on his SUPER COOL DAD SPEAR and you're not gonna live your life to the fullest because you got IMPALED by a DAD SPEAR wait that sounds like a really metal way to go WAIT BUT YOURE GOING TO DIE but damn its probably mercy if tsutey kills you WAIT BUT
...
what
have the gods placed favor upon me? you think , as tsu'tey placed a firm hand on your back, a polite, dare you say fatherly grin on his face—
damn. the gods really did place favor on me.
"is that what you think of me? old enough to be called father?" he teases, flicking your forehead. "I do not mind. be at ease."
IM DONE. BUILDING THE RELATIONSHIP IS DONE. GENERAL HEADCANONS HERE I GO
first of all, this man is tough love and nothing else. he'll tell you what's wrong straight up, he'll tell you you're at fault and all that— but he'll also give you advice on how to fix it. he's not all tough. he's also love. you get hugs sometimes. you appreciate it.
you are still his skxawng. his little idiot child.
now being tsu'teys unofficial child, each and every lesson you have with him gets more and more hilarious— him being more loose around you, he cracks jokes here and then and you even get caught up in some banter! very dad
tsu'tey sometimes indulges you, letting you ramble about earth stuff without a care. he's even interested in certain topics, for example: wildlife, weapons, historical figures, all that! he asks you about them and listens intently.
he's a good listener, is our next point. you need a good cry? tsu'teys your man. he'll give you advice and/or listen! you don't have to worry about being judged when you're with him.
tsu'tey is also alive by the way no he isn't dead what the hell are you talking about he's alive you silly goose
other than that, you are basically the child of tsu'tey, as basically recognized by the clan and as teased by the clans higher ups. and jake.
#tsu'tey te rongloa ateyitan#tsu'tey x reader#avatar tsu'tey#avatar 2009 x reader#james cameron#awow x reader#james camerons avatar#avatar 2009#tsu'tey
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Miscellaneous Valeria Garza Hc’s (including some x fem!reader content)
To get the creative juices flowing bc this Val draft I’m writing is going to be the death of me
Valeria hates men with a fiery passion. Years of having been a woman in the military only showed her how vile they are, now she refuses to put up with their shit.
Fully believes that if you want something done right, you have a woman do it.
Definitely treats women better than men, she has empathy for them that she just doesn’t feel for men.
Lesbian fs fs
With that, I don’t actually think her and Alejandro had a romance type thing, they definitely had some form of bond but I genuinely can’t see her with a man so I think it was more platonic
But tbh I think w the passionate hatred Alejandro immediately had for her, no hesitation whatsoever, they had a rivalry
And I think they’re character foils for each other. So similar (yet so different) that all they can see in each other is the things they hate about themselves.
(The way this has been in my drafts for like forever and now that season three is out they’re calling them two sides of the same coin)
Despite her hatred of men, she still has some issues with internalized misogyny and femininity
She’s just so used to having to prove herself in a male dominated field that it’s hard to let go of those things
Won’t wear dresses, have long nails (although that could just go w the whole wlw thing 🤭), or drink fruity drinks
But she refuses to judge other girls for those things, her internal misogyny stays geared toward herself and the standards she holds herself up to.
A lot of it just translates into her being more of a masc lesbian
Anyways
Big spoon, always. No debate. Will make empty threats if you try to fight her on it.
“I will suffocate you with a pillow if you don’t stop,”
Pulls you around by the loops in your jeans, shirt collar, necklace, basically whatever she can pull on to move you places she will
Bites
TLDR: she has cuteness aggression to the max and shows her love in the strangest ways
I think she’s somewhat tall, like 5’9 or 5’10
Muscular af, I just know that turtleneck is hiding a ripped ass body
Abt her time in the military and her current feelings on it
I think when she was in the military, she got up to the lieutenant rank. Especially with the way Alejandro said she led the ambush on the son of La Araña.
She either still has her dog tags hidden somewhere because she couldn’t bring herself to get rid of them, or she threw them as far as she could in a fit of rage
If you’re in the military, she fs tries to convince you to leave and join her
“I could treat you better than any of these men”
And she means it
She means everything she says, even when she’s joking she’s dead serious.
Especially when she tells you she’d kill for you
When she allows herself to love someone, she doesn’t half ass it. She loves with passion.
You know that you are so loved when you’re with her because she makes it abundantly clear.
Overall just a rlly good partner, I’m actually in love w her.
#valeria x reader#valeria garza#valeria garza x reader#valeria garza cod#valeria cod#valeria x fem!reader#valeria garza x fem!reader#call of duty headcanons#call of duty fanfic#call of duty valeria#call of duty x reader
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𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽!
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the basics: 21, she/her, from the us :)
i'm a second year pharmacy student! also minoring in justice, law, and society
along with writing, i also intern at a perfume company and work at as a pharmacy intern
so naturally my pharmacist series is my absolute favorite to write and research!
𝓶𝔀𝓲𝓲 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 - the full masterlist
don't know where to start? here's a few readers' favorites :)
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S E R I E S
"your prescription is ready for pick-up" - 141 x pharmacist!reader
all of my works and our pharmacist reader
a panacea❤️ - 141 meets the cure to all their ailments
sick day visit - you prided yourself on never getting sick but the day has finally come. as you’re resting in your quarters, a certain group pays you a visit :)
fake hypochondriac ghost x reader (sequel to “a panacea”) - ghost goes to extreme lengths to see his favorite pharmacist
pain-killer fueled thoughts price x reader (sequel to “a panacea”) - price landed himself in the medic tent and his pain killers are making him tell the pharmacist his feelings.
keep your weapons hot and bodies hotter (18+) - stripper!141 x fem!reader (codename: Phoenix)❤️
hunk-o-mania 141 edition - feast your eyes on Delilah's Den's newest male dancers
playboy bunny phoenix edition - an unforeseen guest complicates the mission, now you have to get ready to act as the distraction on stage
the joys of civilian life - 141 x civilian!fem!reader
opposite occupations - while on leave, the boys each meet a civilian that makes their time deployed and defending their country worth it
family moments - 141 x fem!reader
little moments and little voices - precious moments you spend in your home with your husband and children :)
oh, darling, don’t you ever grow up - your husband leaves this world too early and now you have to pick up the pieces with your children
secrets and pointed fingers (requested!)❤️ - simon "ghost" riley
behind locked doors - when the 141 thinks you're the mole, they make sure to extract the information in whatever way possible
empty apologies and avoiding glances - when you return back to base, everything is far from normal
half empty glasses and unchanging perspectives - you try to run away from the trauma at the pub but with a glass in hand, simon finds you
O N E - S H O T S
odd hobbies - 141 x reader everyone has their own hobbies, yours are just unique to 141’s perspective
butterfly effect - 141 x fem!reader they say "a butterfly flaps its wings in the amazonian jungle, and subsequently a storm ravages half of europe." what once was a silly quote now has implications as one action leads to your death.
opposite of a meet cute❤️ - 141 x civilian!reader most people have a cute story as to how they met their significant other but yours is a little more eccentric
V I S U A L S + R A N D O M
random things in pockets and bags❤️ SERIES - what does the 141 carry on them when they’re on leave?
pt i- kyle “gaz” garrick
pt ii - simon "ghost" riley
pt iii - johnny "soap" mactavish
pt iv - john price
E X P L A I N S my series of explaining the various timeline's of the games and characters
simon "ghost" riley's backstory
which modern warfare game should i play first?
some writings from the inbox
medication mixup - the medic unknowingly prescribing you a penicillin has disastrous results due to your allergy
141’s dossier - see what the dossiers laswell gets at the end of mw 2019 looks like! + template
ghost’s doppelgänger - how does the 141 and los vaqueros react to you joining the team? their reactions are even better when you share an uncanny resemblance with ghost
running mascara - 141 x fem!reader harsh words are said and you try your best to run away from the cause. however, everyone needs to face the issue eventually and now the 141 is left to pick up the pieces. initially part of my 1k celebration but i added a sequel as it was highly requested! PART I and PART II
mw2 x reader - my ongoing series of pairing y'all up and writing a short lil blurb about how you met and your relationship
izzie’s 1K celebration! - closed now :) but feel free to look and see some of the prompts + how i answered them
𝓪𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓼
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hi could you do the obey me characters reaction to like a male mc with long hair/piercings and is just really into like goth/mallgoth type fashion/makeup/music in general?
Obey me! Brothers X M!Goth reader
Note : idk much about this style/fashion so please i apologize if it's not correct! I tried doing alot of research of what the style looks like tho
Warnings : -
🖤 Lucifer
Would love your style alot, i like to think that he'd love to match with you from time to time. And will be intrigued to see your piercings, even perhaps asking to see it up close or touch it.
He loves every goth style that you choose and will not question you and no matter what part of the style you prefer.
Lucifer does listen to the music you play and sometimes would ask if he can join in or share headphones/airpods (ykwim).
If you do your makeup, he'd secretly glances at you from his desk. Probably trying to be subtle too 😭
💛 Mammon
Will swoon. Will be lovestruck. Will be in awe. Mams in LOVE.
of course this mf wouldn't show it (it's obvious though). Would ask alot of question like your color palette or why you like this style and basically just loves to hear you talk about it.
He doesn't mind metal/dark music and is open to listening to the playlist you have or even the one you made for him!
If you try to get him going to the cemetery or basically doing some scary stuff like even going to a so called 'haunted house' or a scary escape room it'll be a huge no no for him, even if he did go mams wouldn't be much help as he'll only be loud.
Will try to do your eyeliner (if you wear) or eye shadow but fails miserably making your face look all bad and messy makeup everywhere.
💙 Leviathan
He wouldn't mind, not big on it but he doesn't judge or hate it. Will let you do your thing, he doesn't know much about it so he'll ask you a few things to cure his curiosity.
Doesn't really listen to the music you do but isn't opposed to trying, turns out he actually does like ot after playing a song or two.
If you have a tongue piercing he'll zone out while staring at it. Totally not thinking about you using it on hi-
💚 Satan
We all know he likes to read, so when you walked in the room he's already analyzing your style all the way back from the first originated in the '80s following the punk subculture of the '70s.
Compliments you from your hair to piercings to makeup and clothes or even your boots.
I dont think Satan really listens to music but he does like to write/read and literature generally so maybe dark poems are things you guys can do.
man probably can't stop looking at you and would buy you jewelry or matching silver rings.
🩷 Asmodeus
Literature isn't really his thing but probably watches and admires you while you're doing it.
Will try matching you clothes with his own color palette and asks your opinion on it.
Asmo thinks you're hot. Definitely. 100%.
He's the type to bring you bouquet of black or red roses (whatever you prefer really), or even do your hair
Feel free to do his hair in return or putting your style of makeup on him, he'll take alot of pictures and posts it with the caption that you did the makeup.
Music? Yes. Listens to any music you play if he's in the mood he'd even asked for a a little makeout
🧡 Beelzebub
He doesn't mind it tbh, since i like to think that his twin also has a similar style.
50/50 on the music, he prefers pop punk but open to any music genres you exposed him to.
Would ask if you could do his eyeliner. (He moves alot) so you practically have to do it again and again for it to match so it's not lopsided.
Beel still loves you no matter what style you wear or what you do/listen to.
🩵 Belphegor
DING DING DING. love at first sight.
Belphie always asked you to dress him up or pick his clothes jusy cause he's too lazy to do it himself 💀.
Blasts music together while he just lays there like a dead person while you do your makeup/hair
Would always crawl to your lap whenever you're doing literature or writing about some gruesome poems he'll be there just deep asleep.
Doesn't really bother to go to those creepy dark places unless you're the one carrying him.
Would fiddle with some of your piercings if it doesn't hurt you.
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Again im so sorry if there's a mistake i did about goth styles while writing this.
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ZB1 REACTIONS TO YOU IN A SLASHER MOVIE
PAIRING . . . zerobaseone x male!reader
GENRE . . . fluff, crack, comedy (i guess??)
WARNINGS . . . mentions of murder, but that's it!
WORD COUNT . . . 665
NOTES . . . okay so the request kinda confused me, i don't know if the anon wanted an imagine or headcanons but i did headcanons because it seemed to make more sense. i really love slasher movies btw, if this seems out of character, don't insult me, also i write "you" but the anon did say male reader in their request so..
kim jiwoong
jiwoong is proud
impressed by your acting and by the movie
he shows it more in his facial expressions more than with his words though
and he's also like; "THATS YOU!?"
but not in the surprised way
in the impressed way
he's just super proud
"you made a good killer yn", "that's a very questionable compliment but thank you!"
zhang hao
oh he's impressed
impressed but also scared
like you can act like that???
you looked scary and your expressions lowkey freaked him out
"good lord you have the ability to look like an actual psychopath"
your acting scares him
and he already doesn't like scary movies
"oh my god your scary", "i'll take that as a compliment thank you hao hyung!"
sung hanbin
hanbin is a mix of surprised, impressed, and lightly scared
like whilst he's watching the movie he kinda has to rub his eyes
like that's you??? it's like he can't even recognize you!!
"oh my god yn you look crazy, how do you do it??"
he's also impressed because your such a good actor??
"how do you do it? i'm so impressed", "um.. well— i act!"
seok matthew
oh my god matthew is stunned
stunned in a good way though
he asks you so many questions
like "how the hell did you play a killer so well? have you murdered someone before?"
after you star in that movie he looks at you suspiciously for a whole week
will literally stare at you like 🤨
"i'm watching you yn", "but i didn't even do anything?", "you psycho"
kim taerae
you now intimidate him more than anything
like you intimidated him a little bit before because you were such a good actor but now the intimidation levels have raised
like watching you in that movie made him lowkey scared of you
"jesus you look crazy, are you enjoying this or something?"
he just stares at the screen in shock, with his jaw dropped
"you like.. kinda scare me now", "please! it's not like any of that was real!", "you never know yn"
ricky shen
oh he's impressed
ricky is like jiwoong's biggest fan (he probably watched his dramas/hj) so when he saw you star in a slasher movie he was like; 🙀
just watches the movie in silent shock
he fan-girls(boys?) over you so much after watching that movie
i imagine ricky is the kind of person who gets so excited about something he can't properly ask about it
"your weirdly cool playing a slasher", "thanks for the compliment?"
kim gyuvin
he's like ricky but 100x more fangirl
he thinks your the coolest person ever after starring in a slasher movie
he's actually so impressed it's crazy
shakes in excitement the entire movie because your literally so cool to him
"YOU DID SO WELL!? OH MY GOD TEACH ME HOW TO ACT LIKE THAT PLEASE!?"
but gyuvin's also a little shit so he'll mimic your lines from the movie to annoy the hell out of you
park gunwook
he's so impressed
like his jaw is on the floor the whole time he watches the movie
he thinks your role was so cool omg
gunwook is so giddy he asks you so many questions about it
he both analyzes the movie and your character whilst basically interrogating you about it
"the movie was so cool, i liked the way your character acted and his motives, and the way his storyline was executed—" and you just laugh as he rambles
han yujin
in a weird way yujin is interested
like i imagine yujin isn't the biggest fan of thrillers or slasher movies at all but he probably loves your character
mostly because it's you though
he's just like gunwook, he'll ask a lot of questions in the most giddy way ever
he kinda does get afraid watching the movie
like he does a double take because he actually can't believe that's actually you
"tell me your not actually a serial killer", "well you'd never know would you?", "…WHAT!?"
#zerobaseone#zb1#zb1 imagines#zb1 scenarios#zb1 x reader#zb1 reactions#zb1 drabbles#zb1 fics#kim jiwoong#zhang hao#sung hanbin#seok matthew#kim taerae#shen ricky#kim gyuvin#park gunwook#han yujin#𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!
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hi ! this isn’t a nsfw request but this came to mind since im unfortunately on my period rn 😭 if u could write maybe fem!human x neteyam where she’s on her period and neteyam is rlly concerned and confused?? so she has to explain what a period is and more abt fhe human female body. and he ends up comforting her while she’s just having the worst cramps everrrr. you can totally change it up :) thank youuuuu
Shark Week
|| YURR.
characters: neteyam x reader
ratings: fluff, confused neteyam, in pain reader
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You were in a fetal position, face contorted in pain and your hands pressing against your stomach from the stabbing and pulling feeling. Taking deep breaths was the only thing you could really do as you laid inside your boyfriends hut on the hammock, goosebumps forming on your skin from the slight cold. You were groaning quietly, impatient from the length this one cramp really had, it had no intention of stomping anytime soon.
Neteyam sauntered in, ready to tell you about his day hunting with his father when he saw your face, and your body all curled up. Worry immediately showed in his ears and face, and he hurried over to you, crouching slightly at your position. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong baby? Someone hurt you? What happened?” Neteyam was worried and confused, waiting for an answer as to who or what hurt his mate. You shook your head, reaching out to hold his hand. He brought it to his mouth, giving you small kisses on your even smaller fingers. His hands were ridiculously warm. Neteyam saw the small bumps on your arms, running his hand up and down your tiny frame to warm you up. You lifted your head, looking up at the much larger male.
“M’got my period. Cramps are killing me…” You said while holding onto his hand, relishing in the warmth his hands brought to you. Neteyam cocked a brow, his head tilting as well. “A period? I don’t know much about those..” You smiled weakly, admiring his obliviousness.
“Basically my body punishes me for not being pregnant. It cleanses out the female system. Only girls have it. So when it’s cleansing our system it hurts a lot, and that’s how we get cramps.” You explained, hand farting to your stomach in response to the pain getting worse. A groan escaped your lips, and he looked at you desperately. Neteyam hated seeing you in pain and not knowing how to help his princess. “What can I do? Tell me what can help you.” He bargained, holding onto your hand tightly.
You exhaled, taking his hand and leading it to where your stomach was. Neteyams hands were larger, so it covered all of your stomach and down to your womb area, heat spread through your body instantly. It relaxed those tense muscles, and brought a content smile to your face. “That’s it. Your hands are so warm, Teyam.” You said softly, happy to relieve the ache. He exhaled as well, pressing his hand down softly to your liking. “Here, lay with me.” He said, scooping you up in his free hand as he hopped into his thick hammock. Neteyam gently placed you down next to him, your head burrowing into his neck. Small hands rested overtop of his larger one that stayed on your stomach as a heating pad. It was better than any pain reliever you’ve had back at Earth, just the comfort and warmth of your lovers presence.
#avatar neteyam#avatar way of water#neteyam imagine#neteyam x reader#neteyam sully#avatar jake#avatar loak#neteyam#avatar#neteyam x you
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Once again, you wrote that request super quick! I was hoping for yandere again cause that’s kinda my forte, but I can honestly say that I did enjoy that fic and thought it was pretty good (as all your fics seem to be :) ). Your fics are really short but sweet, and I thoroughly enjoy them. Also, I have another request already, but obviously don’t feel like you need to do it or anything, and especially not right away— I’m just sending requests cause you said we could, and I keep getting ideas & whatnot; I just watched the most recent Percy Jackson episode from the show and saw young Percy asking his mom “why are you trying so hard to get rid of me? I would never do this to you,” and it made me imagine a scenario. Basically, the reader (once again, gender neutral or male, and preferably a child of Apollo, but whatever works) either tries to break up with Percy— and maybe Annabeth too if you find a way to fit her into it with the idea I have in mind— or tries to run away or fight him, just something that makes Percy feel hurt & upset— and probably angry & whatnot cause I’m imagining another yandere scenario with this— to where he says something similar to what young Percy said in the show.
It’s just a neat concept I think, and I’m really interested to see what your take would be on it; thanks again for taking the time out of your day to write my requests, and have a great day :)
-🪑
Runaway
a/n sorry this one took a me longer I finally caught up on all the episodes. Any none canon events are fic magic and enjoy.
Warnings : Yandere! Percy, stalking and stalker behaviors, possessive behaviors, blood, and gore mentions.
Anon - 🪑
All Characters are aged up to 18 plus
Percy Jackson x Gender Neutral! Reader
Percy glared at the forest ahead of him. His lovely Sunni had disappeared into the wood surrounding camp. Y/n was hysterical and was tense all over. Their eyes weld with tears as they kept on going on and on about how they couldn’t do this anymore.
As Percy ventured into the woods tracking Y/n’s footprints he thought in their words. How their words cut into his soul like a knife.
“Everything is temporary, this is me of those things.”
Y/n spoke as they held in the tears that threatened to spill. Percy tried to reason with her of course. He tried to explain that he was the only person for them. He cried telling, begging them not to leave. Y/n merely took a step back, took in a breathe and stared at him.
“You aren’t a good guy Percy, you tried to kill my friend because he gave me a hug.”
“He was staring at you with a love sick look! He was asking for me to beat him up.”
Y/n don’t say much after that, they just walked away. Now as Percy tracked them he heard their soft sniffling. His poor Sunni didn’t know what to do with themselves now that he was gone.
He stared at them from an opposite tree as they sat firmly in the ground. Their first clenched the grass and muddy under them. He slowly stalked to them, his movements silent.
He grasped into them wrapping his arms around them tightly. Before they could scream a hand was clasped against them. They thrashed in his grip but it was no use. Their nose was covered and they couldn’t breathe.
Panic set in as they tried fiercely to get away. The managed to grab a dagger and slice at Percy’s arm in a weak attempt. Percy winced as Y/n dropped the dagger and went limp.
“Don’t worry, you can’t leave me, I’m the only permanent thing for you. Just like you’re the only permanent thing for me.”
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Rin, Isagi, Bachira and Yukimiya falling in love with a reader who is a female player in Blue Lock? The reason why Ego let a girl to join Blue Lock, it's because the reader's talent and hardwork in the football actually impressed. When Ego saw that the reader can play with male players easily and she is actually better and smarter than most of them he decided to send to the reader a offer from Blue Lock. Ego doesn't care if the reader is a girl after seeing her potential. The players in the Blue Lock are very surprised when the new player that join to the Blue Lock is a girl. Not only a girl but also a short and a cute girl. But when she plays football in the matches they understand that why Ego wanted her. The reader was crushing everyone in the Blue Lock. Besides that the reader is a nice and kind girl. She doesn't scared of from any players. She knows how to deal with the most cold, arrogant and egoistic players.
hello! this is such a cute idea, i don’t know much about yukimiya but i tried ( ´∀｀) hope you like it 🤍
also, i apologise if this is short - i couldn’t decide how to write this so i settled with one story filled with them all. let me know if next time i should write one little thing for each of the characters you choose ! (≧▽≦)
(don’t forget to suggest some things if you want ;3)
a girl at blue lock?
❥ yukimiya x isagi x bachira x rin x female reader
“have you heard? there’s a girl at blue lock!” “really? a girl?” “you’re lying!” “there’s no way ego would let a girl join!” “is she cute?”
it was no secret that a girl was let into blue lock. the news spread like wildfire across the teams, with many curious about who she really was.
i mean, there’s no way a girl could be let into blue lock… right?
right?
well, the members on your team new very well that you were real, and in fact - a girl.
a very talented girl.
the way you almost glided across the field, kicked the ball with such elegance - even your control with the ball was just beautiful! everything about you and the way you play soccer was almost mesmerising.
the other blue lock players were almost jealous.
“have you seen her play? i heard her match is on the screens!” “really? i wanna go watch!”
many were eager to meet you, some even thinking that they had the ability to beat you.
no way!
you were 100% the cutest player at blue lock, with some of the best skills.
and Rin noticed that quickly. well, it was hard not to - his whole team wouldn’t shut up about you.
he just wanted to see what all the talk was about. Rin definitely didn’t expect for you to be so… enchanting?
your excited smiles whenever you’d score, determined expressions, beautiful form, the way you could-
okay, he was getting carried away. to cut it short, you were one of the best players he had ever seen - and one of the prettiest.
had he ever seen such a cute girl with skills equal to yours?
Isagi was similar, curious as to what his friend Bachira kept yapping about. it intrigued him, to say the least - a girl? at blue lock? sounded pretty ridiculous to him!
“no, i swear!” Bachira would insist, smiling dreamily at the thought of you. his monster was basically itching to play with you!
he had to see what you were capable of.
so, it wasn’t that much of a surprise when they reviewed some of your matches - and wow, you were good! how were you able to score from that far? and how were you able to pass to that player? how were you able to control the ball so well!
soon, almost nobody in the blue lock facility could keep their minds off of you.
how cool would it be to play against you?!
when Yukimiya saw you enter the training room, he couldn’t help but follow in after you.
he just wanted to see your skills in person, right?
yeah… right.
“you’re the y/n that everyone’s talking about, right?” he’d ask softly from behind you, a polite smile on his face.
you flinched at the sudden intrusion, body turning quickly - only for you you to come face to face with someone’s chest.
“um, that’s me.” you’d mumble, craning your neck up in order to look at the male’s face.
why was he bothering you? couldn’t he see you were busy? with a sigh, you asked; “do you need something?”
“oh, no. i just wanted to ask if i could train with you?” he responds kindly, choosing to ignore the annoyed expression on your pretty face.
angry or not, you were still beautiful - anyone could see that much.
“fine. i guess.” you sigh, reaching out to fix your hair to the way you wanted it, before stretching your limbs out.
“you’re not gonna… warm up?” you’d raise an eyebrow at his strange behaviour.
why was he just… standing there? staring at you?
had he never seen a woman before or something?
“yeah, what’s your deal?” a monotone voice said from behind Yukimiya.
“oh, right-“ he’d chuckle, before pausing. Yukimiya turned around, eyes landing on the man in front of him. Itoshi Rin. undoubtedly one of the best players in blue lock!
“hello.” you greet, eyebrow twitching at the entrance of yet another visitor. can you not have some peace?
“do you mind if i join you?” Rin asked, his teal eyes landing on yours. “oh, and him.” He’d add, referring to Yukimiya, who was stood next to you.
after a few hours of training, ego appeared on a screen - telling the three of you to “get the fuck to bed before i’ll lock you off”
the way back to your room wasn’t very pleasant, with a very eager Bachira following you and asking all sorts of strange questions. what the heck is a monster? does he have issues?
when you finally got rid of Bachira, another character appeared - Isagi. he wasn’t as pushy as his friend, but he certainly would not stop talking.
“i’m flattered, but i need to get to bed-“ you’d start, before Isagi began to continue rambling about how wonderful your scoring was.
“i think she gets it.” Rin would say, placing an intimidating hand on Isagi’s shoulder.
you ignored the two of them as they started to argue, making your way back to your room.
oh wait, it wasn’t your room.
you groaned as you heard the snores of each of your teammates - along with you giggles of the others. what were they even doing?
“you okay y/n?” Yukimiya asked from behind you, a sweet smile on his pretty face. “would you prefer to sleep in my team’s room? they’re a bit more quiet than this.” he chuckled.
you grimaced. no way were you falling for that.
why couldn’t Ego just give you your own room?!
you buried your face into your hands, suddenly feeling annoyed at the fact you failed to real the small text on the letter inviting you to blue lock.
was it that hard just to read the fine print?!
“y/n?” Yukimiya said curiously.
“is there something wrong, diamond in the rough?” a dark voice asked as Ego appeared on a screen.
“oh,” you sighed, looking up at the screen. “i was just thinking - is it really that good to have me in a room with… men?” you raised an eyebrow, before looking back to Yukimiya. “i’m not trying to insult you, or anything.” you’d add cautiously.
“if it’s that much of a bother, you can stay in Anri’s room.” Ego said, leaning back in his chair. “pack your things, i’ll get someone to show you the way. and Yukimiya, get back to your team’s room.” Ego warned.
you did as told, waving goodbye to your team as you walked to the doorway with your bag in hand.
you kept the necessary equipment for soccer in your team’s room, but your other items such as - okay, don’t tell… but your teddy - in your bag.
you peeked into your bag, giving your stuffed toy a little pat before slamming into someone’s chest. what a great day to be short -
“are you okay?” Rin’s voice asked, followed by a pair of hands on your shoulders.
you nod, feeling your cheeks get warmer as you look up at the person in front of you - eyes landing on his sharper ones.
was he always that handsome?
or was it just the lack of sleep getting to you - wow, it was really late.
the next few days were pretty good - good, meaning you crushed every single team that got in your way.
you had the time of your life prancing around the field, playing the game that you were best at.
the only thing that was holding you back was - them.
“Y/nnnnn!” Bachira would chime, walking over to you. Isagi would follow closely behind him - until Rin appeared, then Yukimiya.
wow. you could never catch a break, could you?
#blue lock#bllk x y/n#bllk x you#bllk#bllk x reader#isagi x you#bachira x y/n#isagi x reader#isagi x y/n#isagi yoichi#bachira x you#bachira x reader#bachira meguru#yukimiya kenyu#yukimiya x reader#itoshi rin x you#rin itoshi x reader#itoshi rin
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