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x : ABUNDANCE :*+ﾟ
in which: rin doesn’t know when to stop spoiling you and you don't know how to stop him either.
warnings: rich pro-athlete!rin, gn!reader- reader wears lip gloss and perfume but i am an avid believer that they are gn, rin is dramatic (tm), fluff, swearing. 1.6k wc
a/n: rin is a clown in my eyes LMFAO no but this was kinda self-indulgent and i just can't stray too far from itoshi rin before he inevitably pulls me back. haven't written anything for him in a while so it feels good to be back to my roots. also no i'm not off break lol i did say that i was still gonna write and come back to post hehe. ENJOY!! rbs appreciated !!
itoshi rin doesn’t know when to stop spoiling you.
and you didn’t know how to get him to stop spoiling you. you could never resist his presents no matter what shape or size, whether they were little nendoroids of your favourite anime characters to the latest designer bags, you would always accept them with a grateful smile.
however, there’s always a tug of guilt at your chest that makes you little hesitant, not wanting rin to waste unnecessary money on you. yet whenever you make this feeling known to rin, he scoffs and waves your concerns off, ending the conversation there as he urges you to open his presents, more concerned about your reaction than how much money is being extracted from his account.
what’s the point of money if he can’t spoil you with it? that’s always been his philosophy. besides, it’s not like you’re forcing him to, so what’s the big deal?
if there was a certain brand of perfume you wanted, he was going to buy it. if you needed a bigger monitor then he’ll buy it. if you needed a streaming platform to watch a certain show on then he’d buy it too, not a problem. in fact, you’re sure rin is funding the spotify premium for your account because he got tired of all the ads he had to listen to when sharing headphones with you.
despite rin’s insistence that he was more than okay to spend money on you, it didn’t stop the growing feeling of guilt festering in your gut. so eventually you stopped bringing up things you wanted to buy in front of rin, leaving to write them down in your notes app instead.
the pro-athlete doesn’t question the abrupt lack of complaints about things you needed to buy, leaving him blissfully unaware of the things you had been buying for yourself and him.
this dance continues for a little and it’s not until date night three weeks later that he figures you out. you never stood a chance against rin’s perceptiveness especially when one of his favourite things to do was watch you get ready for said date nights, leaving it only a matter of time before he’d realise,
“looking gorgeous as always,” he compliments whilst walking up to stand behind you, dressed handsomely in a crisp suit with his hair swept sideways- a hairstyle he began to wore more often when he realised how often you stared at him during a boring sponsorship event which turned out a lot more eventful thanks to the simple hair change.
you smile at him in the mirror as rin places a kiss on the side of your head, hand going to your hip before situating himself on the bed, glancing down at his watch to check that you were still on time for the dinner reservation.
when he looks back up at you, his eyes zero in on the foreign lipgloss you were holding in your hands and the small smile rin wore falls into a scowl. rin knows he didn’t get that for you, and judging from the sleekness of the packaging, it looks new. he withholds his suspicions, brushing them off.
alarms blare in rin’s head again when he notices the foreign highlighter in your hands. contrarily, you remain ignorant to rin’s inquisitive stare as you lean in close to the mirror to apply the product, too used to the usual intensity of his gaze to bat an eye.
the last straw is the perfume you use, spritzing it on your wrists, behind your ears and neck, doing a little fanning motion with your hands once you were done.
“okay, i’m ready, let’s go before we’re lat-” you say, turning around to look at rin, cutting yourself off when you notice the look of distraught on his face. “what’s the matter?”
walking over to where he sat, you leisurely lay your forearms on his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his cheek whilst doing so. the smell of your foreign perfume enters his nose and although it was a very nice and charming scent, the athlete’s nose scrunches in displeasure, eyebrows furrowing further.
“do i have something on my face?” you ask, backing away. rin grabs your hands before you can stray too far.
“no, not that,” he puts your hands on his shoulders again. “did you always have this lipgloss? and i don’t recognise this perfume.”
“oh, i bought it not too long ago.”
he looks at you as though you’ve committed the most blasphemous offence against him, which, you did. “excuse me?”
“i bought it?” you reaffirm, a lilt of confusion in your tone.
rin narrows his eyes, combating your confusion with scrutiny. “you bought it.” you nod. “with your own money?”
“duh.”
he exhales loudly through his nose and you can feel the judgement oozing off him. “no that’s not right. i have to fix this.”
abruptly swapping your positions so that you were now sitting on the bed, rin disappears into the bathroom, emerging with a pack of makeup removers before sifting through your numerous products, that look of concentration never leaving his face.
“we’re gonna be late, rin,” you say from where he planted you, watching helplessly as your boyfriend approaches to stand in front of you, crouching down to be eye level with you. rin takes out a wipe from the packet before gently rubbing it on your lips, touch contrastingly gentle to his fiery gaze.
“don’t care. this is more important.”
rin fiddles with the highlighter that he bought for you, opening it cautiously and using the same brush you always use as he carefully paints your skin with the glitter. it amazes you just how observant rin is as he traces all the spots correctly, knowing you down to of the most insignificant, tiny details.
he does the same with the lip gloss, opening the familiar bottle before putting a luxurious amount of the product over your lips. you don’t complain about it, not when rin’s nose scrunches in concentration and not when he makes a disgruntled noise because he overlined the lip gloss, wiping it from the corner of your mouth.
nevertheless, when rin pulls away, he admires his handiwork with a content grin, the scowl now fading. “much better,” he mumbles, grinning slightly. before you could say anything though, the athlete stumbles away to put your makeup away, returning with a bottle of perfume that he also bought for you.
“do not spray that on me. the scents will clash,” you threaten. rin blinks at you before grabbing your wrist, spritzing a small amount before repeating the same step on your other pulse points.
his actions were sweet and you understood that rin had good intentions, but through the endearment you felt for your lover, there is an undeniable feeling of dejection settling within you. “i liked the products that i bought,” you murmur, tone slightly downcast as you express your thoughts. “i like using my own money sometimes too, rin.”
the smile rin wore falls ever so slightly as he looks at your somewhat-dejected form, crouching in front of you instinctively as to get a better glance at your face.
“i feel horrible whenever you use your money on me. especially on things that are way too expensive and way out of my budget. i don’t want people- i don’t want you to get the wrong idea of us,” you confess the last part breathily, rubbing your arms awkwardly. “and i hate feeling like i owe something to you.”
“hey, you know that will never happen, we’re not like that,” he rubs a hand on your knee reassuringly. “i buy things for you because i know, and don’t talk about this lukewarm shit about ‘owing’ me. if anything i owe you for putting up with me.”
you let his words sink in with a sigh, focusing on the warmth of rin’s palm.
“and i also buy things for you because you only deserve the best. none of that mediocre crap that anybody can buy.”
“but what if i like the ‘lukewarm shit’?”
“then you need better tastes, but i guess i have no choice but to buy it for you.” he stands up ever so slightly to kiss you.
you back away, cutting him off with a press of your finger against his lips. “rin. no.”
he gives you a withering glare for denying his affection.
“that’s not the point. as much as i love and appreciate it when you do buy things for me, i would also appreciate it if you let me use my own money too.”
the soccer player backs away, eyes scanning your expression to decide on what to say next. he sighs when he sees the determination in your face and like a dam giving out, it’s the first sign of rin’s stubbornness surrendering to your pleas. “fine, i’ll respect your choice, but it doesn’t mean that i like it.”
you grin, pulling him back in for the kiss he wanted earlier, catching rin off guard briefly before his shock subsides, letting him melt right into you. your lipgloss was now effectively ruined but you didn’t have it in you to care much. rin could always reapply it for you.
“but i’m paying for dinner,” he asserts against your mouth.
“deal.”
you return home tomorrow to see the same products you bought for yourself on your shared bed. except brand new and still in their sleek packages.
what were you going to do with rin?
#personally i'm abt to make out with him- what... who said that... anyways... hope u enjoyed !!#sorry if this fic isn't coherent#itoshi rin x reader#rin x reader#rin itoshi x reader#blue lock x reader#bllk x reader#itoshi rin fluff#blue lock fluff#itoshi rin x you#rin x you#rin itoshi x you#blue lock rin#itoshi x reader#blue lock itoshi rin#itoshi rin drabble#itoshi rin#itoshi rin bllk#blue lock
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Hiya sweetheart, can I request Riize and where they’d take you on a first date? Ty 💖
• PAIRING — riize x gn reader (i think again??😭 i have really bad memory omg)
• GENRE — some shyyy, some confident, some in the middle.. i really had a fun time writing this
• WORD COUNT — 732
• AUTHOR'S NOTE — ty for requesting!!
• TAGLIST — @moonlightdarlings • FULL CREDIT — @moonlightdarlings (i really feel bad for pestering you for ideas, when i didnt do anything so tyty and sorry :<)
MASTERLIST! – JOIN THE TAGLIST!
SHOTARO ☆
Shotaro would take you to a firework show at the beach!!
Would get a towel and gesture you to sit down, scooting right beside you
Using this time to get to know you more but just cant because how the wind is flowing your hair, the blue and red hue coloring you face makes you look even better
Small pda because he really likes you, but doesnt want to scare you away. His hand ghosting over yours until he finally gets the courage to hold it, looking down when you look at him
Say how pretty the fireworks are, but really he's just stealing glances at you and your smile
EUNSEOK ☆
At home date!!
Knows you spend a lot of time talking about your favorite movies and shows, so he clears the living room, kicks out all the members and prepares the show plus a bunch of snacks
A little self doubt when you come because should the pillow be facing the other way?? Are the snacks too sugary??
But melts when you speal and give him a big hug
And you didnt hear it from me, but hes defo daydreaming about that hug for the next five business days 🤭 ♡
SUNGCHAN ☆
Amusement park!!
Lays at how silly your hair looks after being on the roller coaster, guesturing you to come here so he can fix it
But realizes what hes doing, quickly batting his hands away from your hair and shyly scratches his neck
Takes you to the gift shop so you could try on different headbands, everyone in the store mistaking you as a couple
Also takes you to the photo booth so you could take lots of silly pictures together, which he puts them all in his phone case. (There's a pic where you're doing a silly pose and sungchan is looking at you fondly, but we dont talk about that) ♡
WONBIN ☆
Shopping date!!
We all know how much wonbin likes his fashion but hes also really curious about yours, and is willing to try it
Takes you to a milion little shops to try on clothes and boy the compliments he gives you, he's your own fanboy
But when you compliment him, he quick denies it, his face red and he keeps shaking his head no (that rhymes)
Pays for all of your belongs even when you tell him not too. So in return, you give a peck to his cheek... in front of everyone ♡
SEUNGHAN ☆
Takes you to this very fancy, romantic, over expensive date
He's dressed all square with the sweetest cologne that makes your head spin
And please, lets not forgot how flirty he'd get. Leaning over the table to wipe something off of the side of your mouth, his lips inches from yours and you just stop breathing. Very reasonable
"You know what my black card and love have in common? They're unlimited." ... "You're so cute when your blushing."
I cant think of anything else, so lets just take a moment to scream :) ♡
SOHEE ☆
Aquarium date!!
Takes picture of you and the turtles but say how you look cuter
Also the type to start small pda; holding hands while looking at the animals (the way i cant just picture the grin on his face, the way he'd look down at you, the way his eyes would shrink and how shy he'd get. I'm jumping off a cliff)
Buys you matching plushies and keychains, taking pictures of it to post on Instagram later
And maybe even a kiss when hes walking you home, saying how fun the day was. And if thats moving too fast then you're eating food while watching the penguins. The choice is yours :) ♡
ANTON ☆
Picnic by the lake!!
He was a little nervous about the whole thing, second guessing himself but when you start talking to him, he forgets all of his thoughts.
Is just feeling so calm and relaxed, laughing at whatever you say with a grin
When you're talking, he would randomly look into your eyes, before getting shy and looking away
Groans when you tell him how cute hes being, telling you to shut up with that soft voice of his ♡
BONUS ☆
All of them would defo smile to themselves after the date was over
Would text you "next week, 7 pm?"
And just so happy and giddy, falling alseep with a smile on their faces ♡
#riize#riize fluff#kpop#riize drabbles#riize imagines#riize fanficton#riize fanfic#riize au#riize headcanons#shotaro riize#riize shotaro#eunseok riize#riize eunseok#sungchan riize#riize sungchan#wonbin riize#riize wonbin#riize seunghan#seunghan riize#sohee riize#riize sohee#anton riize#riize anton
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Supporting Your Plants for Cheap
This is my fifth post in a series I'll be making on how to increase biodiversity on a budget! I’m not an expert--just an enthusiast--but I hope something you find here helps!
Once you start gardening, you’ll find a lot of things go into it, and it can be a bit daunting to think about--especially if you’re trying to keep things low-cost. Fortunately, it doesn’t have to be as hard--or as expensive--as it initially appears.
Composting
There’s several different ways to compost, any of which are helpful indirecting food waste and nutrients out of landfills and into your soil--which in and of itself can help increase biodiversity by making the space more livable for microorganisms and insects, which then cycles around to the rest of the habitat.
The classic one you see is hot composting. Most of the time, when I see hot composting set ups online, or hear people talking about them, it’s like listening to a wizard cast an intricate spell and prattle on about ratios and temperatures and special ingredients while standing over a detailed self-built setup made of the finest wood money can buy. Fortunately, it doesn’t have to be complicated. First off, there’s lots of ways to make compost bins--some can be more expensive than others, but there’s definitely options asides from buying pre-made tumblers or getting an engineering degree. I’ve seen people use metal trash cans dug into the ground, make compost pile setups out of old pallets, or just pile stuff up and leave it. While using different ratios of certain items can help them decompose faster, it’s ultimately not something you need to worry about a lot. If it can break down, it’ll break down--it just might take awhile. Composting this way can also help provide habitat--some insects like bumblebees have been known to make nests in compost heaps. In addition, it provides a robust ecosystem for decomposers like worms and other organisms, and bats and birds will be attracted to open-top piles to eat flying bugs that live off the compost. Amphibians enjoy them for humidity, warmth, and feasting on insects. Do note that sometimes snakes may also rest in and lay eggs in compost heaps, so be careful when turning them.
Do note, though, that if your compost pile looks like that you're getting roaches and rats and raccoons out of your goddamn mind. Bury the food scraps.
Personally, when I compost, I use a worm bin--they’re a fantastic option for limited space and limiting smells. I keep mine outside in a big rubbermaid tote with holes drilled into the bottom, sides, and lid. I put a layer or two of weed block on the inside, so it’s still able to drain but keeps the worms from trying to escape during rainy days. There is an initial cost of buying the worms, getting enough bedding materials, and getting a new bin if you don’t have an old one suitable for use. But with occasional feeding, it should sustain itself and provide valuable worm castings that can be used in the garden. Please do note, however, that earthworms are considered invasive in some places.
Look at that worm bin-y goodness. This is a pic of my bin, from earlier this month!
Though I’ve never done it, I’ve heard of people having good results with bokashi composting--a method that’s done in a bucket, and is relatively easy to do indoors.
Once you start a composting system, keeping it stockpiled with organic material can become pretty easy for cheap. In general, if it comes from a plant, it’s safe to use. It’s also a good idea to avoid putting already-cooked things in a pile, as salts and sauces can kill beneficial bacteria in the compost while also attracting animals. Adding meat is also generally avoided to not attract animals. But below are some things that I’ve put in my worm bin quick, easy, and cheaply; or things I’ve seen friends put in their compost piles.
Cooking scraps/snack leftovers--things like cut up bell peppers, the ends of tomatoes, strawberry tops, apple cores, watermelon rinds, coffee grounds, and orange peels are amassed somewhat quickly in my house--my dad likes to cook. Around holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas? Corn husks, potato peels, sweet potato fibers, leftover greens and other trimmings are a feast for compost piles and worm bins.
Vegetables and Stuff that went bad in the fridge/pantry--we’re constantly victims of the ‘forgot it was there’ conundrum. Fridge cleanouts are great times to decide what can be tossed to the compost--moldy bell peppers, spotty celery, questionable carrots, onion halves, old eggs, bagged salads, and stale/moldy bread have all been tossed into the pile before!
Grass clippings--though my worms don’t like grass clippings, they’re still great material for a classic hot compost set-up!
Fallen leaves--another classic addition to a hot compost pile. Some friends keep them stocked up and stored for later use.
Plant trimmings--what is plant clean up if not compost material? I’ve put cleaned-out sunflower heads and stalks in my worm bin, and they decomposed after about two months. If you get blossom end rot on your tomatoes or peppers, they’re still fair game for the bin as well!
Shredded mail--just make sure to not put in the thin plastic that covers the address section on some envelopes. Otherwise? As long as the paper isn’t glossy, it should be great for a bin or pile! Shredded paper or cardboard also makes great bedding for worm bins. Put those Amazon boxes to good use!
Pumpkins! Snag your neighbor’s halloween pumpkins in November and toss them in my compost! Last year my dad went around the cul-de-sac and nabbed all of the post-halloween pumpkins, the worms loved it.
Christmas tree needles--can’t confirm I’ve tried this, but it seems like it would work.
Mulch
Mulch is an excellent way to keep your soil moist, while also beginning and continuing to improve soil conditions as it breaks down into organic matter. You’ll have to water less, and it’ll prevent/slow down the growth of unwanted weeds (which is always the final straw to gardening for me, I get so overwhelmed I just stop going outside). Win-win situation, right? Except stepping into a Home Depot and finding mulch being sold for five dollars per square foot and knowing you have to cover a whole garden with it all can add up… pretty quickly, to say the least.
Fortunately, there are a few solutions to this, and likely from your own backyard!
Grass clippings are the first that come to mind. If you’re mowing your lawn, or have neighbors who are, collecting the clippings and spreading them over your soil is a cheap and easy option for some quick mulch. It’ll be very nitrogen-heavy, so keep that in mind, but it’ll still prevent weeds, retain moisture, and break down into organic material over the course of a few months. Do try to not use grass clippings you know are treated with pesticides, since the aim is to use this mulch to help increase your biodiversity, and having insects around plays a big role in that.
Fallen leaves are the next that comes to mind. If you’ve got a tree in your yard, or in your neighborhood, then you or someone around you knows the neverending avalanche of leaves or pine needles that drop come fall. As mentioned before, they can be used to make brush piles for creatures, or added into compost, but they have a fantastic third use as mulch. Add them on top of your beds!
Want free wood mulch? A program called Chip Drop might be the best solution for you! They team up with arborists to find cheap drop sites for shredded wood, logs, etc. that are produced as they maintain trees! If any local arborists tied to the program are operating in your area, instead of paying to dump the resulting mulch at a landfill or some other dumpside, they’ll simply dump it at your place! Now, you won’t be able to control when the mulch gets dropped--I’ve heard of people coming home from work one day to find a chip drop in their driveway. But… free mulch!
Want wood chips but not a whole truck load? If an arborist is working in your area, and you can muster the courage, its worth a shot to ask! One time someone in my neighborhood was getting a tree removed, so my Dad and I parked near their car with a tarp in the trunk, some shovels, and an old storage bin. We approached nicely and asked if we could have some chips, and they were totally cool with it! At that point, how much you get depends on how big your trunk space is, and how many times you’re willing to ferry mulch back and forth out of your car so you can go back for more. But it is an option! Alternatively, you can ask them to dump the whole load in front of your house, but at least you’ll know when and where it’s happening!
Trellises
Many plants need, or will appreciate, some kind of climbing structure. But trellises aren’t often cheap to find. To that, I say--we’ll create our own!
One popular option is to grow taller plants, and then plant climbing species are few weeks/years later so they’ll climb the taller plants! I’ve planted passion vine near a tree in my garden for it to climb, and I’ve seen people do similar concepts with sunflowers, corn, and other such plants! Sunflower stalks can provide support even after they’ve been cut back.
A combination of wood, some stakes, some nails, and some string can create a great frame trellis that can be used for beans, tomatoes, vines, etc--so I’m sure if could be put to good use for native climbers, especially since my dad’s used this structure for passion vines before. You may have to replace the string every year, but most of the time, the string is compostable anyways!
This may take a bit more setup and have a more upfront cost, but creating a trellis out of cattle panels makes a durable structure that can support all kinds of vining plants!
Of course, there’s always the easy alternative of simply letting plants climb along your fence! This is especially easy if you have a chain link fence, but wooden fences are plenty suitable for some species as well! I’ve seen passion vines do great growing along chain link fences as supports, and one of my favorite sights as a kid was always seeing bushels of trumpet vines growing up and over fences on the drive home.
Why are we worrying about trellises? Creatures are attracted to diverse landscapes with a variety of plants within them, so having a few climbers can be a great way to attract more wildlife! I know some plants in my area that pollinators are attracted to, or even rely on as host plants, are climbers that can get upwards of 15 feet tall, and will climb any surface you give them. A trellis provides you a great place to put extremely beneficial plants.
That's the end of this post! My next post is gonna be about how different 'kinds' of plants can all be beneficial in a biodiversity standpoint. Until then, I hope this advice was helpful! Feel free to reply with any questions, your success stories, or anything you think I may have forgotten to add in!
#biodiversity#solarpunk#gardening#outdoor gardening#composting#mulch#trellis#budget gardening#cheap gardening#ani rambles#out of queue#the biodiversity saga#i remember junior year of college me and my friends considered doing a cattle panel trellis#but then we couldn't figure out where to buy cattle panel#apparently the answer is 'tractor/farmer supply companies'#also so anyone reading these tags knows what took me 5+ years to learn#CATTLE PANEL DOESNT COME IN ROLLS IT COMES IN LENGTHS#all this time I was like 'man i wanna make a cattle panel trellis but it comes in like 40 foot lengths and i dont need that much'#and all my gardening homies were confused because theyve been getting it in lengths THIS WHOLE TIME#I WAS LOOKING AT FUCKIN ROLLED FENCING#i actually dont think any of the big box stores by me even fuckin sell cattle panel but thats beside the point#you can get it delivered though#(Delivered to the store for pickup i think)#someday i want a cattle panel trellis with like moonflowers or trumpet vine just a BURST of color and life
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Random Headcanons from Random Characters in 'The Girl in IT' Pt. 1 - Joel
I'm breaking this into parts because my Headcanon lists are pretty extensive - this doesn't even break the surface for the ones I have about Joel. These are just the better ones, iykwim. Let me know if you would be interested in Sugar's list!
Ever since Joel moved into his new home (that he built himself), he goes to the farmers market on the weekend to buy Sunflower bouquets to put around the house, and he smiles every time he sees them on his dining table. This is the house he builds for Sugar - as mentioned in Pt. 4 "Gooey", to be explained further in 'Love, Joel' Pt. 3.
Joel, a self-proclaimed bad cook, took night classes to learn how to cook. Ellie doesn't like to eat fast food and always wants quality time with The Millers, so Joel made it a priority to learn for her. Sarah teases him about how it worked out for the best - now he can impress Sugar with his culinary skills. He's pretty good at it, because he's meticulous with most things in his life.
He goes to therapy - in solidarity to Sugar, who has gone to therapy for her entire life. It has helped him tremendously and is the reason why he eventually adopts Ellie.
Even if Joel has waited for Sugar for ten years, it doesn't mean that he didn't date - he did, and hated every moment of it. None of the women people tried to set him up with held a candle to Sugar, and he felt terrible for even considering another relationship every time.
He's a boxer briefs kind of guy.
He sings and dances in the shower. He uses a combination of Pandora Radio and Spotify - Ellie curates all of his playlists, including cover art.
The chambray shirt he wore to Sugar's birthday when she turned 26 is the same shirt he wore for her when she turned 36. In fact, he bought it at the TJ Maxx, just for her.
Sugar would write Joel little post it notes when she would give him things like water and lunch when he worked on her family's roof - and he kept every. single. one.
Joel is a reluctant millionaire - even if he worked his ass off, he's still pretty humble with the things he spends his money on (with the exception of Sugar). He drives an F-150, wears the same flannel shirts he's had for years, and uses the first iPad pro model - the big one- to redline construction documents. The one thing he does splurge on is instruments - buying anything Ellie asks for at the Guitar Center without the bat of an eye.
Speaking of guitars, Joel learned how to play Sugar's favorite song - 'Silver Springs' by Fleetwood Mac.
Joel keeps his hair long and curly just because of the one time Sugar commented on how he looks "dashing - like Don Juan" once in passing. The first movie they watched together was "Don Juan DeMarco". He also learned how to play 'Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman' by Bryan Adams and played it for Sugar. This is the moment she realized she loved him.
Joel has one tattoo, a small sunflower on his hand - where Pedro has his bullseye. It's the same place where sugar kissed when he nicked himself fixing their roof.
The song Joel sang for Sugar:
#The Girl in IT#Headcannons#Joel Miller#pedro pascal#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#pedro pascal fanfiction#joel miller x female reader#joel tlou#joel the last of us#joel miller tlou#the last of us fanfiction#the last of us fanfic#joel x reader#love joel#pedro pascal fandom#pedro pascal characters fanfiction#pedro pascal characters#Spotify#headcanon#my headcanons
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SYNOPSIS: At your twenty five birthday, you decided to do a big party. The problem is, a noise complaint is made by the old couple of neighbors next to your house, that's when a young handsome cop appears at your door.
PAIRING: Rookie Cop¡Re2 Leon x chubby f¡reader
WORD COUNT:3.432k
WARNINGS: Smut! Switch¡Leon. Sitting on his face, explicit content and descriptions, smut with plot, cunnilingus, whiny Leon etc.
NOTES: PLEASE listen to "birthday sex" while reading, it sure brings a whole new experience to it. Sorry if this is a very hushed story, had a lot to do on it, and feels hushed for me :( anyways, enjoy. I'm not a chubby woman, but i tried to represent who is, sorry if i did any mistakes on it.
The twenties, the phase where everything is changing. Everything seems new, you’re discovering life again, meeting people, getting to know new things and the most important, your life is probably adjusting at this age, is where you will understand yourself, get some self recognition and finally know what you want to do for the rest of your life. So, to celebrate this important phase, the most common thing to do is a celebration, a birthday party! You, yourself, were not someone that goes often to parties or clubs, but completing twenty five years? It’s a deserved party that you’re going to have tonight. The first thing to do was shopping, and nothing better to do so with a friend, no?
You are currently with a friend in a local shop, looking for clothes appropriate for the occasion.The old lady that runs this shop is a cute one, and you know her since a kid. When you got there, she greeted you with a brilliant smile, her little eyes twinkled as she almost closed her eyes, the biggest smile just for you. The doorbell made your both presences noticeable to her, the place is well cared for, always giving you comfort as soon as you step inside. She keeps saying about you grown, the old lady behind the counter makes you want to bend over and give her a tight hug. Miss Evans was too old to keep working as she is now, but she just loves the shop, as anyone in the town, she can’t leave the place like this. And honestly, you just bought clothes from this gray haired old lady since a kid, you wouldn’t buy anywhere else.
When she’s done greeting you and your friend, you both go towards the dresses section.
Holding a tight red dress in your hands, you put it in front of your body looking at the mirror and just letting it escape a sigh in defeat. He’s too formal for this celebration. Either way, you’ve been a bit insecure about your body recently, you never were the skinny type of girl, and growing more and more chubby as the years passes by isn’t helping. You’re not obese, that’s for sure. But finding someone is way harder for you.
—”This one is too formal, I'm looking like a girl on her fifteenth birthday.” You sigh once again, looking away as if looking for another dress. Your friend was helping you in this task, a lot of other dresses you proved this day looking for the perfect one, hanging in her arms as she looks frustrated for not helping you.
—”No worry, we’re gonna find you something casual —but not that much— until the night comes.” The soothing words are more for her, than you. Panic all over you two. All you can hear is your friend slurping a milkshake in her hands, the dresses almost falling from her arms.
—”How about…this one? It’s not very casual, nor too formal.” You bat an eye on it. Eleonore is holding an ocean blue dress in her free hand, a bodycon one that is backless behind. Your whole expression changes with it, your lips parting slowly in shock.
Putting the one red dress back to its place, you take the ocean blue one from the hand of your friend. Putting in front of your body, you’re scared it won’t fit, because you’re simply amazed by it.
—”I’m going to prove this one.” Eleonore's face lights up, she nods with her head, already putting the others' dresses back on the original place as you head to the changeroom. Closing the curtains, you slip down your clothes, putting the dress up with caution.
It fits perfectly. Like it was made for you. You felt like Cinderella putting on the crystal tiny shoe, your whole face shining in joy. You look at the mirror in front of you, twirling slowly in your heels to give you a total view of it. It completely accentuated the curves of your body, your plumpy chest fitting nicely in the dress, he was a bit short, getting a bit above your knees, but that’s not a problem. You turn and look over your shoulder, seeing the backless part with a big grin. That’s exactly what you’ve been looking for, all those approximately 3 hours are compensated with this specific dress fitting you like a glove. Even with your insecurity still hitting on the back of your head, this dress makes you look amazing. Stepping out of the dressing room, you face Eleonore, waiting for you. Her lips curl up in a smile.
—”You look perfect, girl! You’re stunning, really. I…have no words.” She giggles, putting one hand in front of her lips, expressing how shocked she is.
—”I know, I don't even look like me.”
—”Stop! You’re looking like a queen!” Her compliments got you smiling like a silly, Eleonore was always worshiping you, she could kiss the floor you stepped on to prove how pretty she sees you are.
—”Thanks, Eleo. You’re the best.”
—”Only the best for you! Now…this dress is your final choice right?” You nod with your head.
Stepping out of the local shop with a bag in hand, you and your friend are exhaling happiness all over, giggling and talking about the party you’re having tonight.
Of course that Eleonore helped you to prepare things, all day with you in your help, baking the cake, preparing drink and doing the decoration, everything in blue tones that look like your dress. And the house is all decorated in blue, looking so pretty and delicate that it makes you melt. You start to feel a drip of sweat rolling down your forehead slowly as the day passes by, all day carrying things, making the invites and all was hard.
—”Thanks for the help, Eleo.” Your voice sounds deep, all because of the hard job you did all afternoon. A box in your hands, you thank your friend for the help before the party begins.
When the night comes by, the moonlight makes the decoration even more pretty under the dim light of your home. As people come in, you greet all your friends. Soon the place becomes claustrophobic, lots of friends and the heat of their bodies taking over your house. Not to mention you, a dark blue makeup, and the pretty dress adorning your body, you were like a queen just as Eleonore said.
—”Looking stunning tonight, [name]!” One of your other friends says as you pass by, your shoes clicking on the floor, making a soft sound. You wave at them, a giggle escaping from your lips. Every inch you pass by, you hear a compliment, it’s really feeding your ego now.
Later, the party needed a bit more of music, as you turn up the volume of your speakers, with a drink in hands, you’re dancing with your friends, the scents all mixed, people having fun, everything is turned to you tonight, everyone looking at you, complimenting you and greeting with a happy voice saying ‘happy birthday’. You feel like a total star tonight. And maybe, your fame was not well seen by other people, specifically, your old neighbors, who didn’t like the loud music and sounds so loud at night. You just notice when someone knocks at your door, thinking it’s another guest who is later for it, you go open the creaky door.
Your jaw falls on the floor, you never expected to call the attention of cops this night. In front of you, there's a young blond man in a blue uniform, a badge on his chest that says ‘officer kennedy’, he’s probably a rookie judging by the way he seems nervous. Without any sign of beard, face all clean and skin probably softer than yours, he’s adorable, round face just making his doe eyes more cute. He has a good pair of baby blue eyes, that are fixed on your for longer than you thought before he started speaking.
—”Excuse me, ma’am. I received a noise complaint here.” The young man holds tightly into his uniform, pressing his own lips together and straightening his stance. And the way your body greets him, you’re unforgettable the exact moment his eyes dart to you.
—”Noise complaint…? But from wh—” You stop your own question, knowing right away it might be the older couple next home staring at the situation through the window from their house. You sigh, rubbing your temple with the hand who isn’t holding your drink. The old couple pulls the curtains, hiding their faces peeking at you.
—”I’m sorry officer, I'm not the type to do parties. But this is a special occasion.” With a grunt, you look away from him, and you can swear he didn’t take his eyes from your body. —”I can lower the music volume if that’s better. The party won’t last long.”
His doe eyes lifts up, he clears his throat before speaking. And the same way, his voice fails at the start of his sentence.
—”That would help, ma’am. But may I know what’s this…special occasion?” He lifts an eyebrow at you.
—”It’s my birthday.”
—”Oh. I guess it sure is a special occasion then.” Official Kennedy scratches the back of his neck.
—”Seems like I can't ruin your party, then. I wouldn’t do this…anyway.” He tries to joke, sounding awful as he tries to explain. You can't help but giggle at his silly behavior, pretty rare from a cop. He looks deeply into you as you giggle, letting an awkward laugh join yours.
—”So officer…Kennedy, right? I can count on you to leave this pass by this time?” Using all the charm you have, you try to convince him to leave this only this time. Leon looks at you, biting the inside of his cheeks as if he’s holding something back.
—”Nothing comes for free, ma’am.”
—”There’s no discount for the birthday girl?” He tilts his head to the side, thinking of any possibility to deny such a woman like you.
—”I…I can think about it.”
—”I’m not doing anything wrong, anyways. And I can give you something back in order to forget this...noise complaint.” You make a sound of ‘pop’ with your lips, the lipstick on it making Leon tremble like a little boy again.
—”Like what?”
—”Come on, officer. Don’t play dumb…I could see you staring at me.” His eyes darted to yours, his ears becoming red and he let it a gasp escape.
—”I’m sorry, it was hard…not to.”
—”No worries. I can give you what you want, and you can pretend the noise complaint never happened.”
—”I don’t know if this is right. I don’t even know your name.”
—”Come on, officer. I’m [name], now let’s get over this.” He looks down, specifically at your cleavage, and gulps down loudly. A soft malefic chuckle escapes from your lips.
—”Call me Leon, let’s get into my police car.” Leon almost sounds too eager for this. Because he is. You leave your cup on the desk next to your door and steps outside, closing the door and forgetting all about your birthday. He opens the door of the back seat and enters with you, closing the door next.
He sits there, uncomfortable as your knees touch his. When you let your weight fall down on the seat, he can feel that he’s about to pass out. Your big round thighs, all displayed to him as your dress slips up a little more. And your smell, he can feel it better at this proximity.
—”Gosh…this is…this is crazy.”
—”Are you okay with it, officer?” Showing him those cute eyelashes like this?
—”Of course.” He blurts out the words without thinking more. —”Is it okay with you? Don’t want you to think I do this with everyone who seduces me. Y-You’re the first one.”
You giggles, a hand leaning to grip on his shoulders to calm him down. That soothing voice flooding his brain.
—”First one? I’m flattered. And don’t worry, I'm okay with it. I’m not the type to seduce cops as well.”
—”Great…so…what will it be?”
—”What do you want, Leon?”
—”Honestly? ‘Want you to ride me, sit on my face, or…just…cum in your boobs.” He gets bold suddenly, your eyes widened with his sudden dirty talk. Leon is fumbling his fingers, looking down at his own lap as he can feel his pants tighter around his growing erection.
—”You’ll have to choose one, Leon.” You giggles, leaning closer to whisper in his ear.
—”Sit on my face.”
—”Are you sure? I’m a bit…heavy and—” Without letting you finish, he looks you in the eyes, making all your worries vanish.
—”Sit on my face, [name].”
—”Okay…”
He lays his back on the seat, waiting for you to prepare yourself. Thankfully, you’re with a dress, it will be easier. You position yourself above him, slipping down your panties all the way down to your ankles. Leon looks at your now exposed pussy, already wet because of his words.
—”Already soaked. Damn…” He curses under his breath, his hands being placed on your thighs, he can feel how his cock twitches just with the view of your body.
Without any warning, he pulls your body down, now your pussy against his lips as he whimpers with the contact, just as you do in surprise. Leon takes no time with it, like a hungry man, his tongue starts to circle around your clit with veracity. Your fingers slip down, tangled on his blond strands of hair underneath your body. The way his warm tongue feels on your clit, makes you squirm above him, arching your back with the dress still on. Honestly, you’re perfect with it on, Leon wouldn’t want you to take off as well.
—”So pretty, all for me. All for me, right?” His voice is muffled, but whiny. You can feel the tip of his nose against your clit now, he pulls his tongue inside of you, tasting every part of you he can, as his tongue slides into you.
His fingers tremble on your thigh, you can sense you much he wanted to taste you like this. Those angel eyes he had, they weren’t that angelic now, not when he was caught up by the devil. Anyways, forbidden things have a secret charm. Leon keeps whimpering under you, his tongue wasting no time to please you. He opens his eyes, just to drink that potion that is you, panting and shaking above his. His early baby blue eyes became dark in lust and pleasure. He keeps licking you, swirling his tongue around you as his nose does the job of stimulating you even more. You had your eyes closed, fingers locked on his hair, back arched and turned into a complete mess for him, desiring more, eager for more.
—”So pretty, so damn pretty. Want you to cum on top of me like this.” His words fall into deaf ears, you’re in a whole new world.
The sensual rocking of your hips is only telling him to keep going with his movements. From underneath your rear, you can feel a bothering bulge against the cotton of your dress. He’s so damn hard with this he could just keep eating you out and living like this forever. Your taste is something he won’t ever forget, so quickly, you took a big space of his memory, consuming him for more. His words and movements are driving you crazy, the good sensation taking over all of you, taking all your brain and making you dumb for more. You can feel a weird knot in your stomach, the one that tells you you're close, that is eager for more. Your voice fails as you try to let Leon know you're close.
—”Leon…i’m going to cum!”
—”Do it, fuck it, do it” — He has this urge just as you, his circling tongue getting more frantic to help you reach your limit.
In sync with his own pace, you start to feel dizzy. The party doesn't matter, your boring neighbors don’t matter, it's only the pleasure, the pleasure that this young cop is giving you with only his tongue and the tip of his nose. His fingers dig into your skin even more as the increasing feeling fills your chest. A loud moan comes out when you feel everything being drained out by him. The orgasm he just gave you made you shiver, still panting heavily with your lips parted. Leon takes everything, the bursting sensation you just had made him feel complete as he licks it all. You get up, pulling your panties back as there isn’t a single drop of your cum inside of you.
Sitting down on the backseat, you take a moment to recover, your head fallen back as your chest rose with joy, going up and down. Leon sits up, his eyes still exhaling lust and desire for you as he observes your body.
—”Can i kiss you? You’re so pretty, i-i can’t.” He whispers, as if it’s a secret. You chuckle softly and nod with your head.
Leaning closer and cupping his cheeks, you smile at him.
—”Thank you, Leon.”
—”I’m the one who should be thanking you here.” He bites his lower lip eagerly, and you can’t keep him waiting. You pull him to a deep passionate kiss, sharing your taste and the taste of your climax with your tongues together.
The deep kiss lingers for a long moment, because Leon doesn't want to stop, he wants to keep tasting all of you, your lips are just a new territory he’s already addicted to. You both are forced to break the kiss, searching for air as you look down at him, your foreheads together as he pants heavily.
—”I guess…there will be more noise complaints here, ma’am. I need to see you again.” You giggles, nodding softly. This is definitely not the last time you’ll be seeing this pretty cop.
—”Only if the cute cop gives me a discount.” Leaning closer, you give him a few brief kisses on the lips, seeing how his eyes and face melts for yours, he looks like a puppy this way.
—”This cop is going to give you more than that.”
You two stare at each other, both ruined, all sweaty but in total happiness for what just happened. As it hits you like a truck, you remember your party, the notification of your phone rings with a message, it’s Eleonore. You take your phone and look, before looking at Leon again.
—”I have to get back now.”
—”Oh…o-okay, right. I should probably come back to work too.” He straightens up, fixing his hair the best he can. The pleasure was so much that you both forgot everything around.
—”And…happy birthday, [name].” Leon says softly, you giggle, after this gift, there was nothing you could ask more. With your thumb, you pass it on his lips, taking out the mark of your lipstick on it.
—”Thank you, Leon.” Getting out of his police car, you pull your dress down again, waving at him as he chuckles and leaves, his eyes promising he will be back. Leon starts the car, reluctant as if he doesn't want to leave yet, the erection between his legs telling him to stay, but he knows this will be for another time you two meet. He sighs, looking at the steering wheel he's holding with his hands, now sitting on the driver seat as he watches your cute face, waving at him. He waves back, a nod and a smile as his car slowly vanishes on the road ahead. For a moment , you're sad, he didn't even have time for his own pleasure, and yet, you eager to see him again.
—”There you are! The birthday girl, where have you been?” A feminine voice makes you jump slightly in surprise, just behind you, it’s Eleonore with a big grin on her face, her voice dragged by the alcohol.
—”Just…receiving a gift.” She looks down at you, not good enough to notice a silly smile on your face, she shrugs, taking your hand to pull you inside the party again. But you know that the party won’t be the focus of your mind anymore. And Leon won't be focusing on his job as well, not when this twitching pain on his cock keeps reminding him, with images of what he just did with you, he wants more, he needs more of you. You should probably thanks the old couple of neighbors you have later, because of their noise complaint, you had this perfect night.
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eddie and the reader are the complete opposites and cannot stand each other, but after accidentally being locked in a room together at school after a small drug deal, the tension between them grows and is followed by an outburst of an argument followed by them kissing/making out …. turns out they didnt hate each other for nothing, eh?
locked in hell
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pairing eddie munson x fem!reader
summary eddie munson is erratic, loud, and rude. reader is sensitive, quiet, and sweet. ever since middle school the pair hated each other, but one day reader is looking to buy drugs for a party and the two get locked in a room together. what could go wrong?
note i love this idea sm and im sorry it took a few days!! enemies to lovers trope gang >>> also i will not be apologizing for the whore this man makes me.
"Come on Y/N, pretty please? It'll be like two seconds tops." Shelia begged Y/N and batting her big fat puppy dog eyes. The two had been invited to a party as long as they bring drugs and although Y/N didn't really care that much about going, it was super important to Shelia. The only problem is the only person either one of them knew sold was Eddie Munson and Y/N would rather die.
"Why can't you just get them?" If Shelia wanted to go so badly she could get the drugs her own damn self, not to mention the mere thought of being alone with Eddie made Y/N's skin crawl. "I have church after school. Please? I'll talk to him and set up the meeting and everything, all you have to do is pick up and pay."
Shelia had squeaked out the last part, paying was not part of the previous deal. "What? You're making me pay too?" She looked at Y/N sheepishly, "I can pay you back, I just don't have any cash right now."
Y/N rolled her eyes, "The shit I do for you. Fine, set it up and I'll be there, but you owe me. Big time."
—ﾉ*.✧
"Okay come on just walk in, get the drugs and leave." Y/N whispered to herself outside of the Hellfire room. Shelia had told her that Eddie usually does his deals out in the woods behind the football field but it was storming pretty bad so he'd prefer her meet him there. Shelia also made sure to mention that teachers normally don't pass the Hellfire room but Y/N wasn't taking any chances.
It didn't even look like anyone was in there when she had peeked through the crack in the door. Y/N took a deep breath before pushing the door open and walking in, making sure to close it so no teacher would take notice of them.
"Well, well you're late Y/N." Eddie said, startling her from where he sat at the end of a small table on what looked like a throne.
Ugh, that voice sounded like nails on a chalk board to her. "It took me a second to find it. Sorry." Y/N set her bag on the table as Eddie pulled out a metal lunch box and opened it. As she was skimming through her wallet for two twenties Eddie spoke up, "It's gonna be $50."
The way he had said it sounded snarky and irritated Y/N, not to mention he was trying to cheat her. "I though you told Shelia it was $40?"
He smirked and shrugged, "Things change, and I charge a late fee." Eddie grabbed the bag and held it up, "What do you even want the drugs for?" Y/N huffed at him as she dug through her bag for any more bills, "To smoke it? What else would I use it for?"
Eddie clicked his tongue at her and shook his head, "Giving me attitude? $55." It took everything in Y/N to not slap that smug ass grin off his face. "Are serious?"
Y/N thought smoke had fled from her ears she was so annoyed with him and it hadn't even been 5 minutes.
"I'm just saying, I can't imagine Hawkins' good girl Y/N doing drugs." He leaned closer to her, "Unless you've gone bad?" Y/N scoffed, who was he to assume anything about her? He was just trying to push her buttons and it was working.
"You know what? I don't even want your stupid ass drugs, they were for Shelia to go to a stupid party which I don't even give a shit about. So I'm leaving."
Y/N threw her money and wallet back in her bag before going to open the door. "What the fuck?" She said, mainly to herself but Eddie heard and came up behind her. He tried to jiggle the knob with no avail and turned to her,
"Did you happen to shut the door?" Eddie asked while looking at her like she was the biggest idiot in the world. "Um, yes? I didn't want any teachers seeing us doing a fucking drug deal?"
Eddie covered his face and couldn't help but laugh, "The knob is broke, it can only be open from the outside. I told your friend we were safe, why didn't you trust me?"
Y/N rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, "As if you're so trustworthy." "Well we're stuck here for the next thirty minutes, maybe an hour thanks to you."
Eddie went to sit back in his throne and began rolling a joint from the bag he was meant to sell. "What are you doing?" Y/N screamed, "We're still in school asshole! I don't want to get in trouble."
He continued until it was rolled nicely and lit it, "Says the girl who was buying said drugs so," Eddie giggled at the way her eye seemed to twitch at him. "God you're a dip shit." Y/N said, once again mainly to herself but Eddie heard her.
It seemed to set something off in him because he jumped up with the joint still between his lips and stalked to her until her back hit the locked door.
"Why are you such a bitch to me?" He seethed, breathing his smoke directly in her face. Y/N coughed a little and looked up at him, frowning. "Quit it asshole." She muttered and Eddie couldn't help but notice the way her neck flushed red all the way down her chest.
He leaned his arm on the wall beside her head and took another hit, this time blowing the smoke away from her. "You know, I think it's because attracted to me."
Y/N almost laughed, almost. "Excuse me?" "Yeah, you're attracted to me because I'm the bad guy, and I think secretly you want a bad guy to come ruffle those perfect feathers of yours. Hm?"
With the joint still lingering between his lips he grabbed her waist, a little roughly making her gasp as he leaned down to whisper dangerously close to the sweet spot on her neck, "Come on, admit it."
Y/N completely ignored how unbelievably right he was, the whole situation was making her a wet gooey mess in his hands but she wasn't ready to admit that to herself yet.
"You're way out of line Munson."
Eddie clicked his tonuge and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, meeting her eyes and fuck, Y/N felt breathless at the way he looked right now.
"Am I? It seems like I'm making you a little nervous." His lips were dangerously close to hers now, Y/N could feel his hot breath on hers and she couldn't take it anymore; Y/N took the blunt and stomped it out on before she yanked him by the hair and smashed their lips together in a fit of horny rage.
"I fucking hate you." Y/N muttered, moaning softly as Eddie's hands jumped at the opportunity to manhandle her tits. His lips dragged their way to her collarbone and bit harshly before bringing his head back up to met her lips once more, "God, shut up." He kissed her with all teeth before turning her around and shoving her against the door.
"You're such a goddamn brat." He whispered in her ear, his hand sliding up the back of her thigh to spank her ass before grabbing it roughly under her skirt.
Y/N hated how good it felt to have him touching her, she hated it even more that she wanted him to fuck her right there against the door. Eddie slid her bag off her shoulder and kissed it before she moaned at his hand reaching in front of her to stroke her clothed pussy.
Y/N heard him chuckle as her eyes rolled to the back of her head in pleasure. "Please Eddie." She couldn't help but beg, the sensation of his hand on her was too much and she needed more. "Jesus, you're really contradicting yourself sweetheart."
Eddie continued to slowly rub his fingers along the outline of her cunt before Y/N felt his lips on her ear. "Telling me how much you fucking hate me and then begging me for what? To touch you?"
Y/N nodded, moaning almost everytime he came close to touching her swollen clit. Shit, Y/N was so loud and even though her moans were really turning Eddie on he couldn't let them get caught by a teacher or Jesus Christ, the Hellfire Club; so Eddie covered her mouth with his free hand and used his other to unzip himself.
Eddie slid his dick between Y/N thighs, slowing sliding it between her wet lips and relishing the pretty sounds she mewled. "Want my dick baby, hm? Can't think of anything else but my cock inside you?" He whispered sickeningly sweet in Y/N's ear, to which she immediately nodded.
Never in a million years did Y/N think Eddie fucking Munson could turn her into a cock drunk whore but here we are.
Eddie pulled away, allowing her to turn around before he grabbed her thighs, dragging her panties off and shoving them in his pocket; Y/N couldn't even register that right now because he immediately hoisted her up and teasing her entrance with his erection.
Frustrated tears threaten to fall as Y/N bit her lip, "Jesus, Eddie please just fucking-"
"Eddie!"
Y/N was cut off by a pounding knock on the door, causing her to freeze as Eddie covered her mouth again. They both stared at each other with wild eyes, her afraid of being caught and Eddie who had a devilish smirk playing on his lips.
He slowly slid in her, making her gasp and clutch the back of her knees. "Henderson." Eddie called out, fuck how was he so calm just sliding in and out of her while she was choking back every sound?
"Eddie? Why is the door shut?"
Y/N couldn't help the soft moan that escaped her when he had chosen to speed up his thrust, her cheeks painted a deep red as Eddie pressed their foreheads together.
"Um hello? Eddie what's going on?" It sounded like the same kid Eddie had called Henderson, followed by a few giggles that Y/N ignored. Honestly she really couldn't think about anything other than Eddie's dick.
"Shit baby," Eddie whispered low when Y/N clutched around him, she was already getting close and wanted to make sure they finished together.
"H-Henderson, gimme five okay? I'm just- fuck." The once cocky Eddie that had started this whole mess was now gasping against Y/N's covered mouth and digging his nails into her thighs in desperation as he tried to focus to make the Hellfire club not aware of their current activities.
"Finishing, finishing a few DND things?" His voice was breathy and Y/N couldn't help but moan at how hot it was to hear, to know that she had made him like this. She had heard a soft, "Um okay?" before the few footsteps retreated down the hall; Eddie uncovered her mouth and gripped her head back to kiss and bite at her neck.
"Lemme, lemme hear those pretty noises baby. Need to hear them." Eddie was gasping as he started pounding into Y/N relentlessly making a few quiet screams claw their way out of her throat.
Eddie had bit a spot right under her ear and her vision had gone white, she was moaning shamelessly and trying her best to bounce back against him before squirting all over him. Fuck the sight of her absolutely loose it and squirting, that was enough to push Eddie over the top. He moaned low in her ear before spilling his seed inside of her and clawing her thighs so hard Y/N was sure there would be little scabs.
"Shit Y/N, that was the hottest fucking thing." Eddie muttered as he gently set her back on the ground, hands still on her waist so she didn't fall. "Y-Yeah." All of the sudden Y/N was overly aware of what they had just done; she was worried about the people that were on the other side of the door and what they would think.
Eddie however, simply picked up the bag of weed she had originally came here to buy and slid it into her bag before sliding it on her shoulder.
"Maybe we could," Eddie grinned and scratched the back of his neck, "Maybe we could do this again sometime." Y/N couldn't help but smile up at his hopeful look and kiss him. She didn't really understand why but it felt right in the moment.
Eddie couldn't help but grab a handful of ass, "So that a yes?" Y/N nodded, "And I'll even let you keep my underwear as a present." She whispered, giggling proudly as Eddie looked a little speechless just before a handful of familiar faces stormed into the room.
The Hellfire Club.
"I'll see you later Eddie." Y/N waved, passing by all the gaping mouths and thinking, maybe Eddie Munson isn't so bad.
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Underrated TimKon Scenes #15
Robin #141
Not because it’s, like, super shippy, but because I think a lot of people probably haven’t seen it. Conner doesn’t appear much in Tim’s run, most of their interactions are in their teen hero crossover comics, but this is one of the rare times Tim specifically asks Conner to come to Gotham.
And yes, I can actually see how they talk to each other in this particular comic can actually be kinda off putting, but there’s a couple little gems among the rocks in there.
For context, Tim’s father and Stephanie have both recently died, and his stepmom is still in a mental health clinic. He’s staying with “Uncle Eddie” at the moment, and he’s been pretty distant from the other bats. This is noted as taking place before Conner’s Luthor mind control incident at Titans Tower.
Tim is in an awkward situation where Darla, a girl he knew from school that died in the gang war Stephanie “died” in, has been resurected by Johnny Warlock, a villain with a grudge against Tim. Darla comes to Tim to ask for help with a problem, said problem being she has to kill Robin to repay her debt to Johnny. She doesn’t know Tim IS Robin.
Tim’s big plan to fix everything is to convince her the Robin Johnny is after is already dead. He is going to fake internet sleuth his way into showing her a bunch of pictures of the various Robins over the years and claim that the one Johnny wants - himself - is definately already dead because look! He was followed by a girl Robin, and then some other dude with a much different body type...
Yup, Tim’s plan is to put Conner in the Robin suit and hope she buys it.
And Conner AGREES to it.
They may be snarky bitches to each other this whole comic, but I gotta give my man props for hearing this stupid ass plan and going with it anyway to protect his bro.
And SIDEBAR... the fact that they had to have had some sort of photoshoot of Conner in the Robin costume ahead of time for Tim to leak onto the internet and “discover”, I....
So...... Tim has this stupid idea (I’m sorry Tim, you’re very smart, but you’re very dumb when you’re stressed and alone) to convince Darla he can set up a meeting with Robin by posting to this forum “the super hero are totally known for reading” and the two wait for Conner on some roof top, where Conner shows up to look all Not Tim Like in the Robin suit.
(Don’t mind Tim calling Darla “Laura,” she changed her name when she was resurected because “Darla Aquista” is dead.)
Tim, it’s okay, I understand, Conner’s muscles are very distracting in that costume.
Yeah, this prectictably goes wrong.
I appreciate how fast Tim goes from “haha, oops, I’m sorry, lucky you’re invulnerable, huh?” to “omg, are you okay?” when Conner’s like “dude, I’m weak to magic.” He’s not even bothered by Conner’s empty threats, he’s just “okay, buddy, you can kill me at home.”
Even threatening bodily harm, Kon’s like “watch your step, I puked here.”
And I’m weak for any time Conner’s frustrated with Tim’s secret identity, even after he’s let in on it. “You were playing Tim Drake. You ARE Tim Drake!” “Yes, but no.”
“He got a little overexcited on his very first encounter with Robin, the greatest, manliest, most magnificent super hero of them all” - self-aggrandizing teasing, flirting, or both? You decide.
You think Conner likes it when Tim calls him “big guy”? I think he likes it.
And again... there... HAS TO BE an off-screen scene of Tim patching up Conner in the Robin Nest, and they ROBBED me of it.
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It's him.
The Scourge of Boston.
The Overboss of the Raiders.
The Scout from Team Fortress Two.
Gameplay notes under the cut.
Alternate start mod required if at all possible to avoid creating a nightmarish timeline in which Scout has procreated.
Strength 1. We live and die by Scouts tiny baby noodle arms. Once I got the Strength bobblehead I could start putting points into Big Leagues.
Perception can be anything. The only perk you really need is Rifleman and you can get the bobblehead basically immediately. You can maybe put points into it for things like Refractor but I never ended up doing that.
Endurance is tricky. To really drive home the fragile Scout theme you want low health, but Endurance also determines how long you can sprint. Personally I went for 7 END because lack of armor on a close range build was already a challenge and I desperately wanted Adamantium Skeleton and Rad Resistance.
Charisma 1. Self Explanatory.
Intelligence 1. Self Explanatory.
Agility 10. Self Explanatory and perks like Moving Target and Action Boy are must haves.
Luck at least 5 for Idiot Savant. You probably want it higher for Better Criticals and Critical Banker. They're incredible with a double barrel shotgun.
Clothing and hats/helmets can be worn as long as they fit the aesthetic or match an existing cosmetic (army helmet, scribe hat, etc.) Armor pieces can only be added if they apply the Sprinter's legendary effect. Damage resistance perks are acceptable since they function basically the same as MVM resistance upgrades.
Medical emergencies can be dealt with by paying a doctor or sleeping it off. In the heat of combat your only options are to either run off to find a first aid kit and immediately consume the entire contents whether you need all of them or not (preferably right before a burning Medic can get it) or by downing a Nuka Cola variant. Radiation and broken limbs are your worst enemy. It's probably a good idea to do Nuka World before the Glowing Sea since Nuka Grape is your only way to remove rads in the field.
Double Barrel Shotgun as a main. Deliverer as a secondary. Any bat as melee. For most of the game I had a pretty decent flow to combat where I'd charge up a crit with my pistol and run in close to delete things with my Force-a-Nature. Sawn Off barrel and Calibrated receiver quadruples your critical damage, and that's before perks. I literally one shot Swan just to see if I could. Deliverer ended up being my most used weapon because it's just plain good all around. The bats didn't get that much use until I finally put points into Blitz, then they got crazy fast.
With this stat spread you have access to absolutely no crafting perks, but you can still make basic upgrades or scavenge them off of other weapons. Staying in the Railroad's good graces lets you buy upgrades for Deliverer. There's a guaranteed bladed rocket bat in the Pack's area of Nuka World.
Stretch goals beyond just beating the game:
Leave Preston on read and peace out of Concord after grabbing the Perception bobblehead. Leave power armor, miniguns and settlement building to Heavy and Engineer.
Use the "sarcastic" option at every opportunity. If people don't regret initiating conversation with you, you're playing Scout wrong.
Collect every unique bat.
Complete all baseball related quests.
Capture the control point in Diamond City for the BLU team.
Buy the Home Plate.
Complete all of Nuka World and become Lord Bonk of Soda Mountain.
Institute ending just because I hate them and I can't think of a worse fate than giving Scout complete control.
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hello from several months after you sent this! Thank you for the opportunity to self-rec some things I've made! In no particular order:
forever; without stagnation
the DinLuke Star Wars Big Bang I've been working on since April and just finished
This Over The Garden Wall/Dante's Inferno Poster I illustrated
and yes you can buy a poster of it if you want to
my response to @midnightenigmados's prompt
I recommend scrolling through the notes of this one; there are a ton of great responses!
Chapter Four of IYGABAB Art
what can I say? It still makes me laugh >:3
If You Give a Bat a Burger
this is by far the most popular thing I've ever written, but it's also my favorite thing I've ever written (and am still writing)
thank you again for the tag! Have a good one!
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Things that happen at home:
So. My dad has owned one very special truck for more than twenty years. (He bought it new when I was 12, he’s had ever since, it’s a Ford F-150 diesel, 6 speed…it got stolen and it was a Big Family Deal )
Things car people will understand:
1)my civil engineering PhD having dad, who lit a microwave on fire with a cup of ramen noodles, is Very Proud of the fact that No Mechanic Has EVER TOUCHED HIS BABY. (We should probably note that OP is literally married to a mechanic and this is a Contentious Position)
2) My mom literally refers to this truck as her “sister wife” and any time mom brings up buying a new truck my dad goes down the rabbit hole of “okay but it needs to be able to do this” and it’s a thing that no new truck can actually match up to. Because no new truck can have the hauling capacity and charging capacity and efficiency capacity (basically there is no truck in Existence that my dad is going to like but he’s not going to agree to anything else)
3) my dad literally has to coach his hunting buddies on how to put this truck in REVERSE. (There’s a very specific slapping motion, and you have to know that the actual shift knob came off on a specific trip when I was 15 and he got the knob replaced with a 5 speed grip that he liked the fit of but didn’t…y’know… indicate reverse correctly)
4) you basically have to be my dad in order to operate this truck, and the poor dum fuck who stole it was a stupid piece of shit who knew nothing
Guys. My mom has been trying to get my dad to buy a new truck for TEN FUCKING YEARS. I’m turning 34 this week, he bought this truck brand new right before my 13th birthday; he’s literally raised 3 kids in this truck, there’s a very special way to prop your self up in the passenger seat for a 12 hour road trip…
Mom legit said “the sixth time I saw him cry was when I took his truck for a Girl Scout camping trip where I had all the girls and no other parents and needed to haul the camper because he had to do PhD review that weekend…he’s only ever cried when you girls were being born and he first held each of you.” (We have a sister that was born and died within the first 3 days because of missing her 13th chromosome)
All of this leads to the fact that my dad leaves his truck parked in the driveway with the keys in the cup holder because where they are in New Mexico is…actually really safe? Like honestly it’s really not that bad, he’s been doing this for 20 years with no problems but for One Night people suck and are present.
So my moms sister wife, that she’s been jokingly fighting for attention against for the last 20 years, gets stolen. Let’s be absolutely clear; my mother, who physically gave birth to me and my younger human siblings, is referring to the truck. The truck that after 20 years is in fact completely reasonable to refer to as a person.
My dad was honestly pretty devastated…for about a weekend.
Whatever dumbfuck stole The Truck was only able to get her two miles down the road…two miles towards the only nearby gas station. She literally sat in a ditch for two days before my dad came to get her. Friday night till Monday morning.
The truck me and my sisters/sibling learned to drive stick on, my mothers mechanic sister, the absolute bitch the my father will not let die…some punk ass bitch laterally could not drive her.
Could not drive her, left her in a ditch, and abandoned her. My mom is absolutely livid because she’s been telling my dad for ten years it’s his turn to get a new car and me and my siblings are letting out a deep breath because holy fuck we got the truck back but it’s kinda like Holy Fuck!!!!! WE GOT HER BACK! Who needs to be murdered? Where? Who? Lots of baseball bats!!!! No, seriously where and who????
And my mom is sitting there being all “So Close!” Because she could’ve gotten rid of her mechanical sister, but she’s actually a wonderful human being who would actually rather my dad come inside and spend actual time with his children.
The cops are not generous with information ( or at least dad is not willing to let me commit felonies)
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Oh shit I dont think I've talked about the library in depth here yet. I’m gonna go ahead and post as is because I don’t think I’ll ever be done, but it’s already long as hell. Get ready for a shit ton of parentheses because I have a weird need to constantly use them
Also called the Library of Alexandria II, it is its own little pocket dimension of knowledge. It isn't technically infinite, but it definitely feels like it. Being Demon King of Time and Space, Sam exists in all dimensions, but not at once. Time is everywhere, meaning there isn't a world that doesn't have a version of him (confusing double negative I know). This means that all versions of him have access to the library.
Since the library is communal between his other selves, it is very common that I am asked where a certain dimension's version of a book is. I don't mind, but they really could just summon it themselves... For some reason I'm the only version of me in the library (it is entirely possible that there's a filter so that I can't see other me's), but most of the other Sam's recognize me. The few that don't just know me as the librarian, which is quite sad that they don't have a version of me. My version of Samael says he would get very lonely because none of his brothers appreciated Assiah the way he did I dont think he realizes I hated it here too until he took me in.
Anyway back to the library, it contains all knowledge that all versions of Samael have personally collected. Yes he has a section of works that he hand copied from the actual Library of Alexandria, but I am not big brained enough to understand all that math. His handwriting from that time is AWFUL too, so even if I could it would take weeks to decipher. This section is the only one that hasn't been updated. The others have since been retyped for easier reading, but these he keeps as they are.
He has a place for his outdated science and math textbooks that were more than likely stolen from a college centuries ago, that he sometimes reads for laughs over a glass of wine. He has so many cutesy math books it is hilarious, these are very obviously children’s books for maybe elementary age kids at the oldest, and they’re all well loved. Big kindergarten math teacher vibes. While demon lore and summoning is in the occult section, there are plenty of books on demon and general nonhuman biology in the science area! 10/10 very interesting. Really cute fact: my favorite bedtime story as a kid was Cosmos by Carl Sagan, (when I say kid I mean I was bringing this nearly disintegrated copy to preschool for show and tell) and the dark blue, gold embossed, absolutely dilapidated copy I grew up with is encased in glass in the science section. Yes I still know every word and when I found out he died before I was even born I cried for a fucking week. I need to buy my fourth copy soon-
The endless history and occult sections are my personal favorites. I actually got to contribute to some of the books in the occult section!! It really comes in handy when helping Dante out on his missions (yeah I’m self inserting by saying I personally made the demon information panels in the first-fourth games bc Nico made the ones in the fourth dhisbcish). There are so. Many. Cursed. Items. In the occult section. I ended up having to make a little corner for them so I wouldn’t accidentally get cursed from putting them back. They’re all given a sticker label like “bat amulet, wearer gets chased by bats until it gets taken off” and put behind glass. You have to come get me to personally unlock whatever item you need and write your reasoning for checking it out.
What about the history right? Surely someone as old as time itself has some really cool information about how people acted prehistory. The answer depends on whether you’re someone that scrolls past the notes or someone who reads as many comments as you possibly can. Sam is a drama queen and self described anthropologist, which means that there are entire file folders of amusing human interactions he witnessed. Things like “Today Neidhart decided he was going to begin courting Grede, and the idiot threw an onion at her. I am still laughing. Worse still, Grede’s sister overheard him wailing to his friend about what happened. All was well in the end though because once she heard the kind words relayed by her sister, Grede decided to give him another chance. How sweet.” It isn’t the flowery biased works about historical figures in power, it’s almost entirely research journals about collective social ideas based on time and region or little snippets that show humans have always been humans. These he keeps the original and hand typed versions together. He does have several signed scores from famous composers and a few original scripts from Shakespeare that he says were gifted to him (idk I wouldn't put it past him to have stolen them or asked for them in exchange for a contract).
Which brings us to the fiction. One of his favorite things about Assiah and the humans that reside there is the creativity, so of course as many nonfiction books as he has, he probably has twice the amount in fiction. Especially since common themes in fiction can show ideals of people at the time. The sheer amount of terrible romance novels in this section is very telling. Some of them have highlighted sections or notes that just say “lol what?” Or “that’s not how any of this works” etc. The only thing he has more of than romance is science fiction. Yes everything is alphabetical, but this section is also sorted by most to least possible. He will get bored one night and just reread the entire section, or at least as much as he can before the sun comes up. He absolutely hates Dr Seuss though and if you bring one in the library he will kick you out. I have no idea why, but this man could not would not in HIS house lmao.
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aLSO for the self shipping game hehe:
🕸, 🍽, 🎟
🕸 - Which one of you is the one to scream upon seeing a bug and which one of you is the one who kills the bug without batting an eye?
i'm pretty good about killing small bugs like flies or small spiders. but the second I see a bug that can either fly or are big enough that I gotta kill it with like an object, I'm letting Zoro handle that shit straight up. man doesn't bat an EYE and just kills it with the butt of one of his swords then looks at me crazy.
🍽 - What would your ideal dinner date with your f/o look like?
i feel like Laxus is a very "fast food" only type of guy in the sense that he wants to just be able to grab his shit, pay and leave. but he's not opposed to a sit down place & I feel like he really likes diners. so we'd head to like those 1950's style diners and he'd prefer a booth or outside, somewhere we could talk shit and people watch. would absolutely order a fuckton of food like a cheeseburger with like onion rings and barbecue sauce on it, a whole basket of fries, some chicken tenders and then like a coke and a strawberry milkshake to wash it all down. would also be lowkey a messy eater (but its only cause he loves it when I wipe sauce off his face or whipped cream off his nose).
CAN AND WILL STEAL MY FRIES. Like sir you have a WHOLE BASKET WHY DO YOU NEED MINE???
would tip hella good and then as we're leaving he'd ask "wanna get some ice cream??" like he didn't just eat a whole ass family meal. also this turned into like headcanons forgive me😅
🎟 - What would a movie date with your f/o look like?
Hawks is into a lot of movie genres. so when a new movie comes out that he wants to see, homeboy is already buying tickets. when we get to the theater, we get priority in lines, not because of his status, but because he's a top rewards member. gets the biggest popcorn bucket and slushee cup to share and Hawks is really good about putting enough butter and salt on the popcorn. likes to sit at the top and in the back row because of his wings and loves answering the movie quiz questions. can and will spend like 5 minutes trying to catch a piece of popcorn in his mouth and gets super pumped when he does. he loves previews and makes a note of every interesting movie that's coming out.
if we're not by too many people, he will explain the plot of a movie to me if its like a series. otherwise, he's silent and gets really engaged. i like resting my head on his shoulder and he just wraps an arm around me and gives me a lil' forehead kiss. stays until the credits are done and the lights come on and we talk about the movie as we're walking out. he will also take the popcorn home if there's a lot left. also turned into another headcanon😅
#chaos speaks#asks#ask#decided to use a different blorbo for each prompt and I found this to be hilarious
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can you give us more thoughts about domestic yoongles? the taemin's one (wich I love) just made me miss the cat boy so much ;o;
i have a phd in househusband yoongi so let me fire out some ideas for ya.
myg at home headcanon
🐱 word count. 1.9k | fluff, slice of life, slight nsfw mentions, x reader, bullet points
The doorbell sound is a recording of Yoongi imitating a doorbell. He’s such a meme. Ceci n'est pas une pipe.
Seemingly, he teaches himself a new recipe every week. To perfection. Yoongi is very particular about sticking to the recipe and wielding his kitchen tools in the right way. He collects knives, olive oil, and still hates cutting onions.
He separates sleep time, work time, and couple time as the holy trinity. For each, he switches his mood.
Blushes easily no matter for how long you’ve been together.
Establishes his own radio show where he DJs at one point.
Yoongi keeps an extreme track on the garbage schedule. He knows exactly what is due when. Separating the trash is a must. That includes sorting out fake friends trying to get between your relationship. Your social circle as a couple is extremely deliberate.
Yoongi deems himself a terrible host for guests. Unless Hoseok is there to drag him out, it's true he rather stays in the kitchen or at the barbecue preparing the menu courses rather than making small talk. He leaves the hospitality bits to you, however you want to go about it.
What he lacks in conversing with guests, he makes up in bed, God is absolutely fair.
He sings and hums pretty often and has his own vernacular of extraterrestrial uwu noises. It's an alphabet that you have to yet decipher but it's incredibly cute.
Self-made paintings everywhere around his house.
Yoongi hasn't gone clubbing since grammar school. The most he does is going to a restaurant at lunch with very close friends. And always in a work context. His private life is so secluded from everything else and paparazzi just don't spot him anywhere, Dispatch thinks he must live abroad.
Very well, he does consider his big ole house a separate country. It's a living organism with a studio, gym, trophy room, small-size basketball court, and vastly equipped kitchen. A home theater as well, he likes American movies (like Inception) and Korean action genres, and you can stream whatever you fancy in there whenever you like.
Yes, he has underwear with cute little bears on.
There's even a little pond in the backyard. Yoongi, Pisces he is, likes fishes after all. Sometimes he sits at the edge of the 'Little Ole Min Lake (LOML)' and stares into the water for literal hours with his chin parked on his palm.
His fridge is so high-tech and futuristic, even Yoongi is rendered clueless by its AI sometimes. The washing machine, too.
Yoongi watches RuPaul’s drag race. What did you expect? He finds it so humorous.
Owns lord knows how many comic collections.
Favorite holiday destination: New York.
Christmas is basically 50% you unveiling new music equipment to him in the garage and Yoongi almost fainting at the sexiness of it. The other 50% is spent holding hands and orgasm after orgasm until the new year since you loose track of time.
Goes on long rants why he’d marry you again every weekend.
Making you presents is his specialty. Always accompanied with a hand-written note. He writes a lot of things by hand for you in general. Texting, basically never. Always on paper.
No sex without a blanket and socks on. Yoongi gets cold very very easily and just doesn’t like showing skin. You buy him a heated blanket for his birthday, he even uses it in his studio chair.
Chronically addicted to making out.
Matching black outfits and glasses.
Laughs at even your worst jokes or phrases you didn’t expect you even uttered.
Yoongi owns the phoniest, most secretive-looking black car ever and nobody knows about it. Even he forgets he owns it, in fact he genuinely acts like it just doesn’t exist. Hilarious. And that guy has a level 1 Korean driver's license. Which allows him to drive trailers and busses and fucking trucks, and construction machines, let that sink in.
It's really a genius curse. Yoongi being put to the test will always deliver but he won't choose to execute his full skillset if he doesn't have to. Well, pragmatic. He's not as phony as he thinks he is, which is even more hilarious.
He uses that behemoth of a car so scarcely because he'd rather have things delivered to his doorstep and he's stingy with gas. Also, he doesn't like traffic and driving because of the traumatic shoulder accident and his tendency to space out. Translation: You drive that thing... that monster... it really is an impressive, fast, and scary machine.
If someone devious ever even remotely manages to invade his privacy and get past the doubly-installed security system, he has enough money to deal with it no matter what.
If it concerns your privacy, he's a red belt. And owns Jin's number if a taekwondo master is required. Jimin's if it needs someone with kendo skills.
If Yoongi needs someone to go on a complete rampage, Jungkook lives just down the block. He can sprint to Yoongi's bunker I mean mansion within 45 seconds. 30 if it's very urgent. 20 if the reward is an instant ramen splurge with Yoongi's black card.
He has a sexy, glamorous sword collection hanging on the living room wall anyways, so. Who the hell is dumb enough to mess with him and his expensive lawyer in the first place.
But just in case, who knows... Yoongi settles matters shruggingly, anonymously, and with cash and he's too exhausted for violence, but don't underestimate his deter-min-ation and network for emergencies. Also, he is Agust D after all.
He will bonk a naughty burglar or kidnapper across the head with a wooden cooking spoon or take him down by throwing a basketball if the situation requires it. Damn, his reflexes are so fast, a feral cat in motion. So, lean back and sip on your drink of choice. Things are cared for.
If Yoongi is the one being kidnapped or a highly skilled stalker invades the property at night when he's fast asleep (nothing can wake this man during certain hours, strong REM right here): Don't forget that honeyboy is a Dodgers fan. There are signed baseball bats everywhere in this damn house.
In that sense, your parents visiting you here for the first time thought you were an undercover thug couple. Not to worry mom and dad, you both just like sports very much okay.
Yoongi walks around in all black clothes and the rooms are all seemingly dark. Even if you live together, you don't know his skin care routine. It's clear to you he's some sort of vampire.
Since Yoongi always forgets to remove his makeup, you made it a habit to wipe it down when he's about to pass out. He won't lie, he enjoys that kind of affection.
Holly is your resident child. You're essentially a family.
He insists to tackle this by himself, Yoongi sees his therapist monthly. Not shifting responsibility is something he's stubborn about and he pours his emotions into writing. You will do conversation about deeper stuff, but he says it's mostly up to him and his own mind. He dislikes burdening you or opening up too much and it's something to respect rather than force him about. If he wants to share a thought, he will. It doesn’t mean he can’t trust you or sucks at communicating (we know that he’s direct). Yoongi simply can’t put that much pain in such few words nor should you alleviate it for him.
Calls from the manager faze Yoongi as much as Jimin is bothered by gravity. If he’s busy kissing your body slow mo, who the hell dares to disturb his worship.
This man had so many let-downs and interpersonal catastrophes in his life, he's super discerning with people. Because he rolls that way, during their first meeting Yoongi uses his psychology certificate on your friends. You see him squint at them, he listens very closely. After they pass the vibe check aka meow radar, he befriends them, too.
Yoongi doodles Grammy trophies everywhere to manifest them.
Yoongi shaves his legs.
All the sex toys he’s ever bought are black. Gotta vibe in style.
He spends ridiculous amounts of time in the studio but he's yours for the remainder of the night, breakfast, and he makes a lavish lunch and dinner.
Um, consider his head parked between your legs. The Hongkong line was not a joke.
Doesn’t mind you squishing his cheeks whenever and for how long you like.
Every other weekend he gets flowers, vouchers, and gifts — not because of fans, they don’t know where his house is, but because he donates so much.
Namjoon often drops by and cleanses the area with his crystals.
Yoongi is a photography major so you can ask him to take professional, ceiling-high black and white shots of you.
Feeding each other food lovingly. Man, this guy got lips.
He set up a library just for you, in the exact historical aesthetic you like the most. Send him the link to any book you want, it's basically in the online shopping cart already. As I said, he wants to make you presents like every week.
Sometimes he sits on the other end studying English videos and vocab while you read. And yes, he's already 95% fluent but pretends being merely intermediate. He knows technical terms even native speakers have never heard of.
He collects pajamas and earrings.
Swears on the phone.
Namjoon being the horniest member is a cover-up story. Yoongi masturbates almost unreasonable amounts of times, by himself and in your arms when going to bed. Not gonna lie, it’s a sight to see his hands at work. He’s almost equally obsessed with fingering you once you ask him.
Yoongi was the one asking you to move in and almost had a nervous meltdown before meeting up with you to tell you just that.
He’s the little spoon and of course a sleeping burrito to hold tight.
Finds you equally attractive in any state or styling. Yoongi practices what he preaches, he always reacts the same and says the same.
Jams out to outrageous beats Namjoon sends him by dancing in the studio. You walk in on him every time. Was embarrassed at first, now you dance along.
Has bought you a life-sized Yoongi pillow and customized you a giant Shooky to hug when he’s not at home over night.
Owned a wine cellar until he quit drinking. Turned it into a piano room instead.
Only you know Yoongi has a serpent and dagger tattoo.
Scrubs the bathroom religiously.
The house smells like restaurant food and his extravagant perfumes half of the time.
Sometimes he has to remind himself he’s married to you and not his coffee machine. He shall be forgiven. You can’t complain that he doesn’t love you enough, nor is he ever not adorable when drinking his latte.
Never wears short sleeves. It can be scorching and he’ll wear a jacket.
Tell him and the cap stays on during sex.
He grows his hair out and puts it in a low bun. The bangs remain.
Yoongi has installed the most fire-proof building in the entire city it seems. That he wanted to be a firefighter when he was young definitely shows. Figures the house has to be protected from heat: His blasting studio music and Yoongi himself are just way too sizzling.
Still melts into a puddle when you kiss his nose.
Couple sunrise watching.
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— small titty s/o
⤷ anonymous asked: Can I please request Sukuna with an fem s/o that has small boobs?
note: ah yes, this is right up my alley since this is the way i’m actually built <3
ft. sukuna ryomen.
warning: afab! reader, nsfw themes/very suggestive
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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ♡ 18+ CONTENT
— sukuna ryomen.
first of all, sukuna would love your tits no matter what size they are. whether they’re itty bitty or mommy milkers, he fucking loves them.
okay, moving on now.
the size of your titties is irrelevant to sukuna. when i say he doesn’t care about how big they are, i mean it.
so if you’re insecure or self-conscious about how they’re on the smaller side, sukuna’s not really going to understand. if you bring it up to him, he’s going to scoff and say that there’s nothing wrong with them.
yeah, he’s not exactly the best at comforting you </3
but sukuna just doesn’t understand what’s the issue. tits are tits. your tits are nice. he thinks they look especially nice when you forego a bra and wear an itty bitty crop top for his viewing pleasure only. you’re definitely not going to be leaving the house dressed like that because sukuna’s already tearing your shirt off of your body.
he’s the type to buy you a fuck ton of tiny tight shirts just so he can see how pretty your tits look in them. that’s how he makes up for ruining all of your other ones. he’ll grumble and complain about "wasting money,” but that all ceases when you try the shirts on for him. he goes feral at the sight of any underboob.
he loves groping your tits. he will slip his hands under your shirt and cup them. the reason you end up with so many torn shirts is because sukuna gets easily irritable if he believes the fabric is in the way and will then rip your shirt in half.
his hands are always on your tits around the house, but he also has no issue groping them in public. he has absolutely no shame and will scowl when you try to bat his hands away. if you tell him to quit it since there are people around, sukuna just hisses that they can fuck off and enjoy the show that you’re giving them. he says that, but if they actually stare at the two of you, he harshly glares at them until they look away.
he positively adores the way that his hands engulf your tits. you’re so cute and tiny compared to him, and sukuna can't help but love it. it boosts his ego how his hands span across the entirety of your tits.
he likes your little reactions so he frequently takes your nipples in between his thumb and forefinger when he’s playing with your tits so he can listen to your cute gasps and whines. when you breathily whimper his name, sukuna goes feral.
if he’s feeling nice, maybe he’ll replace his hands with his mouth.
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