#oneshot network

[maplemoth-writes]

DNI IF YOU THINK BIRDS ARE LAME. THIS IS A POST FOR BIRD LIKERS ONLY.

JAMES D’AMATO SELL ME THE BIRD RIDING SYSTEM. PLEASE.

[dykeredhood]

Bacta: ok, let’s all pretend that we’re Jorj Car’das

The rest of the crew: doiiii I’m Jorj Car’das …I stole this robe from Talon Karrde and I have a fun hat… 🤪🤪🤪

Lyn: I’m a very intelligent information broker who is trying to play many sides of a war

Tryst: ok… I feel like Lyn is doing the activity

[sitrusnetwork]

[thestormlightnetwork]

*stands up on stage* ummm hello? Would you please check out my new and extremely short tsn oneshot?

[peachenle]

enhypen aesthetics

feelings, sounds, and other things i associate with them

ot7 | 0.5k | imagery, fluff

// HEESEUNG is...

the clumsy shuffle to the kitchen, rubbing sleep from the eyes; the lulling stir of the air-conditioning on a summer day; rays of morning sun sneaking through curtains; nauseating, but amusing, recalls of embarrassing memories; the fog after a hot shower; shy fingers reaching to hold anothers’; slipping further under a puffy duvet for ‘just five more minutes i promise’; fleeting guilt of a midnight snack; pride after seeing one’s name at the top of the leaderboard; the crackling of an open flame;

// JAY is...

the clinking of silverware against porcelain plates; running fingers across new crisp bed sheets; the shade of black, mysterious and absorbing; proudly passing gifts to their recipients, focused eyes awaiting a reaction; the tapping of heeled shoes on wooden floors, echoing through a hallway; confident and an inquisitive quirk of an eyebrow; a gentle wave to a friend across the street; warming coffee; quiet and polite ‘thank you’s to waiters cleaning the table after each course; simple and clean silver jewelry;

// JAKE is...

fits of laughter that make up for an awkward silence; the bubbling foam of a splashing wave, its coolness ushering you in; anticipation of returning home after a long vacation; the frustratingly exciting calm before an incoming jump scare; childish chasing after one another; the awe of learning a new language’s word and scribbling its meaning; sniffing kisses from a beloved pet, and the therapeutic feeling of fur between one’s fingers; the chew of fresh noodles and the bite of its rich broth; eagerness of a first meeting; comforting familiarity of a favorite study spot; excitement of a well needed rest and its accompanying dreams;

// SUNGHOON is…

scraping and swirling of skates across fresh smooth ice; tender embraces to quiet a fit of shivering; admiration and pride of seeing a close friend on stage; mindless drumming against the steering wheel as the clock ticks on; hilarious groans after a bad joke, and the sheepish smile from its author; creamy, and slightly sweet tiramisu; the gradual warmth of layer after layer before exiting towards the snow; catching oneself in a passing reflection; a good hair day;

// SUNOO is...

ruffled hair from a loved one’s teasing; sarcastic shoulder shoves and chuckles; the furrowed concentration of eyebrows while trying to select the most delicious fruit of the pile, or perhaps the prettiest sunflower; the gasping realization of the answer to a problem; flurries of text messages within a group chat; fresh lemonade; the clasp and intertwine of fingers after a prolonged high-five; yummy gummy vitamins; comfortable silent drives, with only the rush of the wind through the car filling the air;

// JUNGWON is...

squeaking sneakers; the salty breeze of the ocean contrasted by the blinding of the sun; the gnawingly sweet and sour roll of candies across one’s tongue; clapping before a large crowd, commanding all to attention; pretty fingers under too-long sleeves of a hoodie; random facetimes with friends; cold milk over the crunch of cereal; the rumble of an airplane against the long runway; the relief of a good stretch; clarity after wiping eyeglasses clean; hangers scraping inside a wardrobe as you shuffle, looking for the right jacket;

// NI-KI is...

sly glances to siblings during a bout of reprimanding after a silly prank; a marathon of tv shows, and falling asleep on the couch shortly after; swiping and spraying a dance room’s mirrors, the punching smell of the cleaner; exhilarating clicks of a game controller coupled with hours long voice calls; flickering neon lights; carefree, relentless giggling while pointing at something, or maybe someone; sticky sweet bubblegum; the thrill after learning the final 8 count; the tinge of regret right before the drop of a rollercoaster, and the euphoria from its aftermath;

an: my return to the writing scene after ... a while. reblogs and feedback are appreciated, thank you!

[itsthe-neo-zone]

S𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀:  Next time listen to your gut instinct, listen to your senses and everything your subconscious tells you. Oh and also try not to have a fight before you board a 10 hr 45 min flight to the other side of the globe, you've probably then jinxed yourself. At least that’s what it feels like when you end up in a plane crash. 

Did you know that there’s a 1 in 3.37 billion chance of dying in a commercial airline.  If you would've told me that statistic before I left Australia I would've laughed and shrugged it off. Facts like that are cool to hear, -interesting even on a boring day. But when fate ends up picking you as that one chance out of billions. To crash on a remote island between the pacific and Indian ocean with nothing and nobody around for miles. That’s when the sniggering stops and I only realised that when it was too late to turn back. Another fun fact for you. The survival rate is supposedly quite high, yet here I am stranded with nobody, that is until I meet a young boy, looking to be my age scuffed and on the verge of life and death, what do I do now... 

How do we survive this?

-------------------------------------------------- #Index info:

G𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: Plane-crash, Dystopian, Survival Au! strangers to lovers trope

Type: Long Series  

W𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 18+ scenes in later chapters, some comedy and humor, slow romance, forced into a situation kinda trope, strangers to lovers, Accidents and strong description of injuries. Strong language throughout the chapters, Dystopian, survival theme, mentions of tension and side characters deaths.

T𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: you may ask to be added to this series’ tag-list by dropping a comment underneath this post specifically. 

Authors Note: This is a jisung x reader 18+ fanfic, if you’re uncomfortable with the concept then please do not interact with the fic or continue. Minors Do not go further/ interact.

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- Collages - 

- Recommended playlist - [coming soon]

CHAPTERS: 

CH - 1   CH - 2   CH - 3    CH - 4    CH - 5    CH - 6    CH - 7    CH - 8    CH - 9    CH - 10

CH - 11   CH - 12   CH - 13    CH - 14    CH - 15    CH - 16    CH - 17    CH - 18    CH - 19    

CH - 20   CH - 21   CH - 22   CH - 23 ....

#Disclaimer: this story or any piece of fan-fiction I write is purely that, fan-fiction and not based on true events, I do not own any characters but the ones I created. Names based on real persons do not reflect them or affiliate with them. The plot-line and idea belong to the writer (me) and are therefore mine to upload and use. Anyone caught re-uploading, translating or stealing ideas or work on this platform or any other will be taken action against immediately. DO NOT copy, translate or re-upload any work of mine onto any platform, i give no permission of this whatsoever. All credit goes to their respective owners, images do not belong to me. Only written fiction.  

~~~ Seola - It’stheneozone© All rights reserved.

[jiminjamms]

international superspy :: loid x hostess! reader

synopsis: working in berlint's most popular hostess club, you get interested in some mysterious eye-candy who's dressed up to the nines.

content tags/warnings: drabble/oneshot. suggestive. implication of illegal activities. strong language.

word count: 750 words

notes: for @scandescent's and @festive's dirty money collab! a shorter and more lighthearted work. likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! (see notes continued at end.)

You first noticed him when your shift began.

Eight o’clock at night, and you were busy polishing at the side when while he had just entered through the establishment’s wooden double doors.

Just from his back, you could tell that this guy was ridiculously attractive.

He was tall, blonde, and every step he took in his well-ironed navy suit told you that he was most certainly some distinguished gentleman.

You really didn’t understand why his body and presence was so captivating—it wasn’t like he was the only pretty boy going around. Here, at the most renowned hostess club in Berlint, businesspeople with deep pockets and name-brand business suits were one among plenty.

In fact, from what you’d seen in your few weeks as an employee here, customers come here in troves once the clock ticked past typical working hours. Besides, who—after toiling in their little cubicles for twelve-hour workdays—wouldn’t be seeking a sympathetic ear that would listen to their ramblings about corporate Ostanian life?

Put simply, hostess clubs were supposed to offer a platonic reprieve for the tired and overworked, an innocent little guilty pleasure for those who could afford.

As a hostess, therefore, you had been trained to keep conversations, serve drinks, play card games.

That’s how you get the customers. That’s how you win popularity.

In essence, that’s how you rake in the money.

The legal way, at least.

Less honest hostesses like you always had dirtier tricks up their sleeves. Anything to extort a little extra cash, right?

Because boy, did your paychecks here do you good. Hourly wages plus hefty tips lined your wallet well, and there was nothing you loved more than spending on all sorts of expensive thrills: champagne, gambling, warehouse parties.

One problem, though.

Whoever Blondie was, he clearly didn’t want to be here. He appeared to be dragged along by a shorter, scruffier man.

You recognized this other person as Franky Franklin, a regular at the establishment and—according to hearsay—had been trying to woo several co-workers only to get rejected each time. (And with all due respect, you now understood why.)

But Franky’s sexy friend, though…

You hadn’t even seen his face, yet you knew that you’d certainly never seen anyone like him before.

In the split second that this new guy—en route to a table—walked by and did angle his face in your direction, you swallowed hard.

Because he was handsome.

No, he was hot. Hot as hell.

Blondie, as far as you could tell, was well into his late twenties with sharpened features that were strong like thunder clouds. His bright blue eyes looked right at you, almost as though he had sensed your lingering stare.

But no, that wasn’t the important part.

The real important part was that you got him. You got his attention.

And Blondie stared back. He evaluated you, inspected you, and even raised a brow as his eyes slid over your figure slowly and obviously. That was all before he was quickly ushered forward and stepped past you for good.

However, you wanted him, needed him.

You silently watched him settle at a table towards the back, tucked behind an alcove.

Given the weird arrangement of walls that nearly shielded him, you had to lean back just the right amount so that his full body would come to view.

Seated comfortably, he rested his elbows languidly on armrests. He already seemed engrossed in conversation, rapping his finger against the table as Franky spoke to him.

There was a brief moment where, in concentration, he subtly flexed his jawline and creased his brows, gestures so delicious that you momentarily forgot to breathe.

He was busy, probably here to work rather than to get his dick wet, but there was something so tempting in the way his legs were crossed, his posture so assured. There was just something so…erotic in the manner which he licked the tips of his fingers, shuffling some documents in his slender hands.

As you observed Blondie from across the room, you decided then and there that he would be your next target.

A couple hundred dalcs was probably nothing to a person earning over six digits like him.

Even if a hostess's code of conduct strictly discouraged sexual intentions, you knew that if you showed a little extra skin, he'd perhaps double the tips.

Or more.

Anything to give this eye-candy everything that he deserved.

And, of course, to get everything that you needed as well.

notes continued: 1) i did an embarrassing amount of research on hostess clubs, only to use 2% of what i learned. LOL 2) if you caught the tiktok title reference, ily. i just knew i'd never get the chance to use it otherwise.

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[julianspants-blog]

Can I get some fluff with Steven (Universe) x a trans male reader? Some comfort, specifically. Like, the readers been dysphoric as of late and Steve-o comforts him about it

Of course you can!!! Also Thank you sosososoo much, Anon! For being my first request on my tumblr!(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) Some warnings:

Body dysmorphia Depressing thoughts A tad bit of anxiety, as well as some slight flirtatious actions.

❤This one-shot starts more realistically in Steven Universe: The Movie, (during the time of repairing earth from Spinel's attack on Earth, not quite the beginning of SUF). If that makes any sense ❤

As the morning sun rises upon the docks of Beach City and glistens onto the salty water to refract shimmering crystals across the sand, your alarm clock slowly but surely wakes you from your peaceful sleep. Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the rays of the sun shining through your window. You pull your blankets off in one quick movement, quickly feeling the crisp air hit your legs as you shiver slightly. As you sit on the edge of your bed, you check your phone; 10:15 AM. 2 hours until you meet up with Steven and a couple of friends for a movie date. You read along with the cute daily reminders that ping onto your screen. Fortunately, Steven knows you like the back of his hand, that without the motivation, you will not hesitate to crawl back into the soft blankets of your queen bed. While you were asleep, he made you a cute little daily affirmations to help you get up with a smile on your face. With cute messages like "If I had to shout to the world how much I love you, I'd simply whisper it into your ear <3" as well as "Be sure you have a nutritious breakfast, love!" A soft smile creeps onto your face as you picture your beloved boyfriend's goofy smile as he peppers your face with kisses, You begrudgingly stand up on the cool wooden flooring and walk to your bathroom and flick on the fluorescent light, and look up at your dimly lit figure in the mirror. You slightly wince at the sight of your figure in the mirror, with your arms contrasting against the size difference of the red shirt with a big golden star in the center. Your stature stands with your hands perched against the counter, dissatisfied with the figure hiding underneath the security of Steven's old shirt. You try to push past your pessimistic thoughts as you remind yourself of your partner's compassionate words as you get in the shower. You try not to look down at yourself too much as you lather the loofah in soap. To say the least, your shower is pretty short. You reach for the white towel draped over the shower curtains and wrap the cloth around you, instantaneously warming you in contrast to the chilling air outside the shower. As you're exiting the shower, you can't help but hate the way the towel wrapped around you fits around your body. You start to feel a pang in your chest as a knot begins to form in your throat. You stand there frozen, looking as your self-image slowly deprecates into a sea of paralyzing anxiety. "What will they think about me?" "I look hideous." "What will he think of me..."

Your unrelenting berating of yourself halts as you feel tears dripping down from your eyes. A flow of hatred seizes you as you angrily wipe the tears from your face. You jump slightly as you hear your phone ringing from your bed. You walk back to your bed and flip over your buzzing phone to find Steven calling you. You quickly assess your voice to make sure it doesn't sound like you were just crying and slowly press the tip of your thumb to the green button...

"Hey..."

"Hey! Where are you? Are you okay?"

"I.."

As you were being overflowed with questions you could barely understand, your gaze finally rested on the time in the top right corner of your phone, realizing that... it's 1:30...

As you come to notice the time during Stevens' worried rampage of questions, you can't help but feel guilty and a bit nauseated at the thought of him and the others waiting for an hour standing at the movies... for you.

"I called you like three times!" "Are you sick?" -

"No, I'm fine. You say, cutting him off a bit. "I'm sorry that I made you wait."

Steven's hurling questions pause; he holds the phone in his hand as he hangs onto your words. "...that I made you wait..." His slightly panicked voice slows to a gentle, mother-like tone.

"What's wrong?"

At this point, you don't think that you can answer him without your voice unraveling to a small whisper of pitiful cries, so that's what you do..

You just cry.

As you softly weep into your hands, the mic picks up your soft mumbling. Through the phone, Steven lets out a small sigh and tells you, "Stay where you are; I'll be there in 5, my love." Through your choked sobs you give a weak Mhm, letting him know you heard him, as he smooches the phone, the call hangs up.

As you wipe the tears from your face, you realize that you're still in your towel. You get up from your seated position and slip on some underwear as well as some comfortable sweatpants you have recently bought. You turn to your binder and slip it onto your torso. Just as you turn to grab your hoodie, your front door has someone firmly knocking on its surface. You hear this and start to descend the stairs from your room to open the front door, you're met face-to-face with a box of Spacetries and, of course, the famous Steven Universe. You opened the door wider for him to step inside the house, after kicking off his flip-flops, he finally navigated his way to the nearest table and placed down the box of sweets and a bag of fry bits. You close the door behind him and lock it before turning towards his awkward walk towards the table. It takes everything in you not to start crying again over the thought that he did this for you. You slowly shift towards the doorframe of the kitchen before he's aware of your presence. In that same movement he swiftly turns his gaze settling onto your tear stained cheeks and your slightly reddened-puffy eyes. It only takes him 4 quick paces to reach out to you in the doorframe, and he gently envelops you in a hug with one arm coming up and resting his hand on the upper part of your back while the other comes up and cradles the back of your head. You wrap both of your arms around his torso as your head is brought to the crook of his neck. You feel as if you're floating on air as he silently rubs small circles into your back, then momentarily kisses behind your ear and rubs his thumb ever so sweetly across the back of your slightly damp hair. He slowly retracts from the sweet embrace and takes time to look at you, waiting for you to say what has been upsetting you. You feel the tears welling up in your eyes as his soft hazelnut gaze peers straight through your heart and into your soul, on instinct you look down at the collar of his jacket as you feel embarrassed that you made him miss out on the movie.

"I- I just felt. I didn't feel like myself", You pause for a moment as you draw a shaky breath before you continue. "I just haven't been feeling like anything lately; it's like I'm trapped in the web of my own trap, like I'm stuck in one place, in one body...like- there's nobody that can help me wade through," you say as the knot in your throat tightens. You bring your hands free from his warm sides and hug yourself while tugging at your binder that holds your torso. Steven understands exactly what you're saying to him and brings his hands towards your face to cup your cheeks, slowly bringing your head to look at him, thumbs brushing the sides of your face in an arch motion. "I understand my love. However you feel, whenever you feel this way, I will always be here to love and support everything you do," he says, lightly placing a soft kiss on your forehead before he continues. "Whenever you need someone to talk to about your feelings, myself and the crystal gems would be more than happy to help you release any self-deprecating feelings or stress." Your gaze lifts to him with softened eyes as you bring your hands back around his waist where they once were, bringing him closer as you bury your face into his chest, taking in deep breaths of his scent, instantly calming you. "I love you" he breathes into your hair with such care and compassion that a shutter rubs down your spine from the tender phrase just as the trickle of his breath against your back. You squeeze him tighter in response and let out a shaky yet relaxed sigh into his jacket. Steven, being the gentleman he is; politely releases you from his grip and tugs on the left sleeve of his jacket slowly removing the jacket off his body then taking the collar into his palms and draping it over your shoulders like a cloak. You look up at his face, taking in his softened facial expression, his tinted cheeks, and the fallen stray curl that gently rests upon his eyebrow. While admiring his lovely features, a soft smile curves its way onto your lips as you swiftly tilt your head to get a quick peck at his soft lips. As you retreat from the sweet gesture, he immediately has your lips back on his for a slow, charming kiss. As the tender moment ends, he guides you over to your living room sofa, instantly reaching for the cootie cat plushie resting in the nook of the window seat. You and Steven cuddle up close underneath a nice fuzzy blanket that Pearl had previously knitted for your birthday last year. Steven decided on watching old reruns of 'Camp Pining Hearts' together whilst arguing with the TV about how bad the ship Pilette (Pierre & Paulette) is. As you pop a Chaaaap in your mouth, you can hear a soft snore come from your right. You slightly turn your head to see Steven, lips slightly parted as his head rests on your shoulder, fast asleep. Your eyes travel to his peaceful face full of admiration, endearment… Love, you lightly kiss his forehead and slowly snuggle closer into his warm torso. As you start to doze off into the comfortable embrace of sleep, you whisper.

‘Steven, I love you so much.’

He doesn't respond of course but you can't help but know he heard you as he squeezes you tighter in his embrace as you are both lulled to sleep.

Word Count: 1.8k

I am SUPER happy about this one-shot!!

I'm sorry for such a late response, I’ve been held up with school and such things. Anyways, I really hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Have a wonderful day <3ヾ(^▽^*)

[ravenpuffheadcanons]

Watching AOS 3.11 for fic reasons and I’d really forgotten how much I love it.

[animefankotaro]

Trans Blossom PPG

Sugar, Spice, and everything nice. These were the ingredients chosen to crate the perfect little girls; with a dose of Chemical X. The extra ingredient game the kids superpowers. With them they save the city of Townsville from the like of supervillains such as Mojo Jojo, HIM, and Fuzzy Lumpkins. It seemed Professor Utonium did create the perfect little girls. The only problems was one of them wasn't a girl. Bender was born a boy. Professor Ulonium was confused. He thought the formula was correct. It didn't help that Bender thought the problem was a mistake too. Bender was the leader of the trio. He had red hair and pink clothes. He was also the smart one being ahead of the other kids at Pokey Oaks. Despite this he was often sad for not being a girl like his sisters.

“I'm a Powerpuff Girl too.” The kid would always say.

Professor Utonium thought it was a phase that would eventually pass. But it never did. Bender kept on insisting he was a girl. He caught him on more than one occasion trying on his sisters clothes. It was a problem at school too. Ms. Keane told the Professor how Bender told her she wanted to be a girl. Bender had drown multiple pictures of himself with long hair and dressed like his sisters. Both the Professor and Ms. Keane agreed to have a talk.

“This has been a problem for Bender since I made him and his sisters.” The Professor said. “I was expecting 3 girls so I was surprised when I got a boy. Despite this he acts like he's one of his sisters. He's even more girly than Buttercup. I can't tell you how many times I caught him in his sisters clothes or playing with their toys.” Ms. Keane nodded.

“Bender is an excellent student. He gets the best grades, helps other students, and almost always behaves.”

“Almost?” The Professor questioned.

“He's still a Kindergartner in the end.”

“That's true.”

“Bender usually plays with the girls at recess or talks with them in class. I think that has resulted in some teasing from the boys. While young boys and girls can be friends they usually stick to their own sex. Bender fits in more with the girls and seems to feel he is one.” The Professor nodded.

“To tell the truth I'm been thinking of talking it over with him and start an experiment. Let him live as a girl for a while to see if that's what he truly wants. I'll let him wear his sisters clothes and refer to him as my daughter. He can also come to school as a girl; if that's okay with you.”

“I think it is. A trial period may not be a bad idea. Like I said I know some of the boys heave teased Bender and this might result in more. I think you should take him to his doctor first and talk it over. Bring Bender with you so he can get his own feelings out. If he approves we'll see where to go from there.”

So The Professor took Bender to his doctor. There Bender told him how he felt like a girl and wanted to be one. The doctor agreed with letting Bender be a girl for a bit. Though they were to start slowly. Only at school and home was he to be addressed as female. If things went well they could go full time.

“I'm so happy you finally get to be my sister.” Bubbles said hugging her sister.

“Yeah. Now we really are the Powerpuff Girls” Buttercup crossed her arms. “Though can I have your old clothes?”

“By the way Bender.” The Professor asked. “Did you come up with a new name?” All three of them looked at her. She nodded.

“Blossom. That will be my new name. Blossom. The commander and the leader.” Bender was now Blossom. The Professor made the changes for school by registering her as a girl with her new name. Blossom started to grow her hair out; longer than her sisters. Sometimes the girls would be in their night gowns and brush Blossoms hair. Bubbles admitted of being jealous of hers. One day the girls and the Professor surprised Blossom with a present.

“Gone on. Open it!” Buttercup said.

Blossom opened it and gasped. It was a dress just like her sisters. Though rather then blue or green it was pink. It even had a bow for her hair.

“The professor and I made it for you.” Bubbles smiled.

“I can't sew so I just watched. I did wrap it.”

“Do you like it?” The Professor asked.

Blossom nodded and cried. She hugged her family and thanked them. Now she truly felt like a Powerpuff Girl.

[maplemoth-writes]

im just saying i think alot of Starkid fans would also love the stuff that Oneshot does, esp Campaign: Skyjacks. Weekend at Bernies meets sky pirates meets folklore? sign me up any day

[dragonatthedinnertable]

I've been thinking/ruminating a lot lately about D&D: especially old-school games, and long form campaign play. Partly because I'm feeling very autistic about it, and also out of nostalgia for my university campaign that just kinda fizzled...

And what with our current 5e campaign going, and my space opera campaign on pause & waiting in the wings, AND the fact that I have chronic fatigue plus a job, I really don't see any of the above getting outside my brain for 2+ years.

So I'm feeling a lot of emotions about it 😢

[rarepears]

Fanfic wip ask game: Worcestershire

🤣 I don't even need to check my docs to know that I've never ever used that word in writing before.

[silvermillenniumqueenneptune]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Covert Affairs Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Auggie Anderson & Annie Walker, Auggie Anderson/Annie Walker, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Past Auggie Anderson/Natasha Petrovna Characters: Auggie Anderson, Annie Walker (Covert Affairs), Natasha Petrovna Additional Tags: Male-Female Friendship, Past Relationship(s), Short One Shot, artwork welcome Summary:

In the midst of a complicated period with girlfriend Natasha Petrovna, Auggie Anderson realizes he can't shake the memory of being with the one other person he's always protected: the lovely Annie Walker.

[thestormlightnetwork]

understandable how there are only 5 tsn fans active on tumblr since we don't have any content to indulge in except rewatching tsn and tsn documentary again and again lol, and maybe reading old fanfic i guess

yeah, i published a markwardo oneshot a few weeks ago though!

i'm not promising any quality, but i will put the link for you in case you want to try it out:

[goldeunoias]

Temptation.

Synopsis: Heeseung fucks a fan 💕 (let the delulu begin)

Please let me know if I should keep as a oneshot or do a part two of the story!

__________________________________________

He slipped you a piece of paper into the fangoods you'd brought to be signed, whispering a quick a "don't open it" before smiling and taking a picture with you. He moved onto the next person to talk to at the send off as if nothing had happened, holding your goods against your chest for the fear the thing he'd given you would slip out.

You looked over to your friends and wondered if you should tell them or keep it to yourself, heart racing in your ears as you tapped on their shoulder.

"I-I have to go to the bathroom, meet right by the doors so we can leave together," you rushed out, maneuvering your way through the crowd until you found a corner of the venue hall that wasn't too crowded, mostly filled with staff working on cleaning up.

You shook your stuff to let the piece of paper fall out, a string of colorful expressions leaving your mouth as you saw what you surmised to be Heeseung's hotel and room number.

Quickly gathering yourself you stood up with your heart thrumming in your ears, swallowing thickly as you made your way over to your friend.

"U-um, do you wanna just stay at a hotel instead? It's. a pretty far drive back and it's probably safer that way...don't you think," you excused, giving your friend a smile that you hoped didn't look too suspicious. "I'll cover the cost," you added on hoping that would convince her.

"No can do, remember I have to be at a networking event tomorrow," they responded. You chewed on your inner cheek and tried to think of the smartest way, going up to the police officer that waited by the door.

"Um excuse me could you escort her to her car so she won't be alone?" The guard looked perplexed but nodded your friend giving you an equally confused look when leaving. You mouthed an "I'll explain later" and called yourself a car to his hotel room, wondering how the hell this was going to play out.

When you finally found yourself outside the aforementioned hotel room you took three breaths before knowing a couple of times, your heart thrumming against your chest when opened Heeseung.

He'd removed his concert makeup and was back in his clothes before the show started, giving you a half-grin as he stepped to the side to let you in.

You squeaked out a "thank you" and went to his bed, feeling your cheeks burn at how surreal this felt.

"No need to be nervous and you can of course leave or stop at anytime," he soothed.

"Should I shower or something beforehand I mean I've been standing all day and I didn't really freshen up" you rambled out, unable to make eye contact with Heeseung as you sat at the head of his bed, keeping your eyes on your hands as to not stare anyway for too long.

Heeseung closed the door and laughed, coming to kneel down in front of you.

"Would it make you feel better if we showered?"

You nodded, your heart racing from how mischievous his eyes looked.

"Only if we shower together-"

"I don't think we'll both fit in there," you interjected standing up before he could say anything because you weren't sure if you could mentally handle a wet-bodied Heeseung.

Heeseung chuckled but relented, flopping himself on the bed as he stared at the ceiling. You used the shower as a means to prep for the ordeal you were about to divulge yourself in, giving yourself a coach pep talk before you walked out in the hotel bathrobe, cheeks shiny from the steam of your shower.

Heeseung gave you a glance that made your heart leap out of your chest, backing yourself against the wall when he stood in front of you. Your breath hitched when his hand slid on your cheek to behind your ear, rubbing your earlobe gently.

"You have a shower to take r-right," you stuttered out. The eyes you gave him made Heeseung want to ravage you on the hotel floor.

"If you give me a kiss," he teased, laughing when you put your hand up to your mouth and shook your head.

"No. I don't kiss men who won't shower," you huffed, using your strength to push him into the shower. He relented once more because he just found your mannerisms too adorable to say no, and you wondered if he could hear how loud your heart was beating.

When Heeseung finally opened the bathroom door you closed your eyes by covering them, just in case he tried to come out naked.

"You don't have to do that, I have pants on," Heeseung remarked, coming down and kneeling between your legs.

You swallowed thickly as his warm hands enveloped yours, kissing along the skin of your knuckles. His hair was darker now from how wet it was and droplets were trickling onto rosy cheeks, making him seem borderline ethereal.

"That was a pretty short shower. Are you sure you're clean," you remarked to fill the silence in the air. Heeseung broke composure and laughed into your lab, kissing your knees as he rose his head again.

"I am I am. You can check for yourself if you like..." he trailed off, rising up and gently pushing you onto your back. Your heart rate picked up speed and you tried not to let your mind run while as Heeseung lifted your leg and softly kissed your ankle up to your knee, smiling against your skin every time you looked away from him.

"Princess, I was thinking about something in the shower," he began, going underneath your bathrobe to massage your warm thighs.

Your chest rose as you felt calloused hands move against your flesh, his head lowering to kiss your lower thighs.

"Have you ever gotten off to me? Slid your pretty fingers inside yourself hoping I'd get the places you couldn't?"

The lewdness of the question made your mind halt and you stuttered out a weak "no". Heeseung chuckled and nipped at the soft flesh of your thigh, raising a brow.

"Are you sure? You got so shy when I asked you," he came up to your face his lips practically speaking against yours, "You can tell the truth princess. To be honest, I'm dying to see such a pretty doll like you get yourself off to the thought of me," Heeseung panted out.

Heeseung pressed some of his body weight down against you and your eyes widened at what you felt, Heeseung smiling against the skin of your neck when you realized.

"The thing you feel against you is how crazy you've already made me princess. Let me see your hand?" You let out a "sure" and let him take your hand and press it against his hard-on, your ears burning at how hot it felt.

"You're the one who did this to me, so can I watch you princess? Please," he almost whined.

"I'm not sure if I-I can give you a show that you likebutIcantry," you awkwardly rushed out, pushing him off of you so you could sit at the head of the bed with your legs spread.

Heeseung uttered a breathy "thank you" as you lowered your underwear, a groan leaving him once he saw how soaked you already were.

You closed your eyes and did your best to imagine him not in front of you but in your head, hyping yourself up for some courage. You started teasing your chest and bit down on your lip when you tugged at a hardened nipple, never realizing that having someone watch you could make the experience that much more tantalizing.

By the time you'd slithered your hand between your legs rubbing your swollen bud elicited sopping noises from your core, your back arching after teasing yourself so long.

"What are you imagining princess, talk to me," Heeseung groaned, his eyes trained on how puffy your clit had gotten from your teasing.

"I-I've always wanted to be edged or" a whimper left you and your toes curled for a moment, "o-overstimulated but I can't do it myself, so I imagine...you doing it," you murmured, your entrance starting to ache in a way you've never felt before.

"And in my head at least...I think you'd be good at fingering," you whined out, your breath getting heavy.

"Oh yeah? Why don't you try doing it then," he teased, his heart pounding in his ears as how turned on he was becoming.

You shook your head and whined, pressing down against your clit harder. "It doesn't feel good when I-I do it, I need...your help."

God you were going you were going to be the death of him.

Heeseung hissed through his teeth, inching closer to you. "Open your eyes princess and let me take over, I'll give the Heeseung you see in your dreams," he promised, on his breaking point.

You figured it must have been a while since he'd gotten any action and relented, Heeseung grabbing your slick-soaked fingers and sucking them clean before letting them fall to your side.

You watched with blown-out pupils as he licked his lips clean of your slick, moving you so his head was comfortably between your legs

"Shit princess you have such a nice pussy," he groaned, wasting no time before wrapping his soft lips around your swollen bud. Your back instantly arched into the sensation as you felt the heat and coarse texture of his tongue circle the bud slowly.

"Y-you're teasing me," you huffed out between heavy breaths, noticing how he made his licks borderline tedious. He chuckled and arched and brow, feigning innocence as a thick digit circled your entrance.

"Princess catches on quick I see. But weren't you the one who wanted to be edged and overstimulated?" he clucked through his tongue, borderline snickering at you when your tight walls were met with his thick digit.

Your head already felt dizzy as your walls pulsed around the intrusion, the harsh but slow licks on your clit only making your hyper aware of what you were feeling.

He tsked and nipped at your thigh to get your attention, already noticing how hazy your stare at become.

"Don't let me lose you now princess," Heeseung teased as he slid in another digit, the stretch remedying the ache you were feeling in your core. "Where does princess like to be fingered I wonder...here?" he remarked innocently, curling his fingers too shallow on purpose.

You shook your head and tried to grab his wrist to guide him, Heeseung clucking his tongue as to not. "Nuh-uh princess, you gotta talk to me not just show me. How else am I to learn your special spots?"

"Deeper, go deeper," you rapsed out, closing your legs around his hand when you felt the pads of his fingers press where it felt best. Heeseung hummed at your reaction, scissoring your core to stretch out the muscle as much as possible.

"Poor thing, how am I supposed to edge you when you're giving me such soft eyes," Heeseung cooed, speeding up his fingers as his tongue wrapped around your clit and sucked harshly.

You whined and tried to push your foot against his shoulder to get him off of you, the knot in your lower tightening to the point where your legs were shaking.

"w-wait, slowdown," you breathed out, trying not to be too loud so the people next door wouldn't hear you.

"My name," Heeseung ordered against your puffy and abused clit, licking it over with the tip of his tongue before flattening his muscle against it. "Say my name."

You widened your eyes and shook your head, wondering how insane he had to be to want you to moan out his name in a crowded hotel.

He scoffed and moved himself so his face was directly above yours, his two digits now stilled in your heat.

"There are other people on t-the floor," you reasoned, tensing up Heeseung licked a wet stripe up your neck and to your ear lobe. He licked the shell of it before nipping at it.

"What are you doing focusing on other people princess?" He remarked through a pout, sliding in a third digit and sucking on your bottom lip as your jaw went slack. "Aren't you supposed to only be focusing on me?"

"I-I'romise I am," you keened out, your nails digging into the sheets as you felt the knot in your lower belly tighten.

"So say it," Heeseung cooed against your lips, emphasizing his point by speeding up his fingers.

"H-heeseung," you croaked out, your inner thighs becoming slick with arousal as you got close.

"Good girl~, and who's making you feel this good?"

"Hee-" you bit on your lower lip to quiet a loud moan, "seung, Lee Heeseung."

"Good girl~, now g'head and cum for me so I can fuck you nice and good yeah?" Heeseung sweetly asked, holding your face in place so you could only make hazy eye-contact with him as the knot got too tight before snapping.

His name now fell from your lips like a waterfall as his fingers continued pressing against your special spots, unable to stop shaking as he stood up on his knees.

Your eyes widened as he lowered his pajama pants and you were faced with something that you weren't sure was gonna fit, though your eyes were trained on the copious amounts of precum that had leaked from the tip.

"See this princess? I told you you're driving me crazy," Heeseung panted through gritted teeth, a strangled groan leaving him when he squeezed at his base, more droplets leaking from his reddened tip.

You squeezed your legs together in anticipation as he then reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a condom, pressing it against your lips softly.

"Rip it for me yeah?"

You nodded and gently ripped it with your teeth, watching intently as he slid it on and position himself back between your legs.

"Shit princess~," he groaned when he saw your core drenched in syrupy arousal, rubbing his tip against your folds to collect the drops.

"I was afraid you weren't going to be wet enough but you're fucking drenched," He hissed as he pushed his tip past your folds. You immediately tensed up at how large the stretch was, whimpers leaving you mewls of his name following in suit.

"I know princess, it's okay, in through your nose out through your mouth like this," Heeseung soothed, watching you intently as you mimicked his breathing pattens, his hips slowly inching in every time you breathed out.

When he'd bottomed out you couldn't help but squirm as you felt his tip push against your cervix, the foreign but tingly sensation it elicited making you want more.

"You can move now, please," you added on, wiggling your hips to satiate the tingle you felt in your lower belly.

"How can I say no to someone who's asking so sweetly," Heeseung remarked sweetly, moving his hips so every time his tip was pressing against your stomach.

You keened out his name before covering your mouth to silence yourself, ragged breathing leaving through your nose as a consequence.

"Nuh-uh princess, let them hear everything," Heeseung whispered against your ear, grabbing your wrists and pinning them against your head. His gentle ministrations had now been swapped for languid but intense thrusts, though you could tell he was only giving you half of his length.

"H-heseung it's not'nuff," you panted out, moving your hips against his desperately to satisfy yourself. Heeseung chuckled at how whiny you were becoming, such a stark contrast to the timid girl that walked through the door.

"It isn't?" he pouted at you, rolling his hips in to you to tease you, "does princess want a kiss then?" he offered up, already leaning in.

You shook your head and covered your mouth and his, Heeseung furrowing his brows.

"K-kissing is what people...in relationships do," you stuttered out.

Heeseung let it off with a smile to hide the tinge of jealousy he felt in chest, his lips instead going to your neck to mark it as his.

"Come to my next show princess," Heeseung offered up, nipping at the skin over your jugular as he squeezed your hands. "I'll give you every inch if I get to see your pretty face at my concert next week," he teased, his hips starting to move out until you were left with just the tip.

"You're crazy," you panted out, whining when Heeseung continued to kiss across your chest and neck, humming in agreement.

"I'll cover airfare and hotel," he continued, unfazed. He'd never been so possessive nor obsessive before but the thought of letting another man touch your skin made his crawl and he refused to let that be a reality.

"At t-that point you're just being my sugar daddy," you reasoned, your hands gripping at his hair when his warm mouth attached to a pert nipple, leaving your core completely neglected.

"We can go out to dinner that night and split the check then," he countered, giving you teasing eyes. "Pretty please?" he added on, giving you soft kisses across your sternum.

Your back arched at the soft sensations and you blamed the endorphins from sex as the reason you panted out an "okay", Heeseung wasting no time pushing all of his inches into you.

"H-hee wait-" your sentence was cut short by his tip making contact with your cervix, your toes curling as Heeseung lifted one of your legs and draped it on your shoulder.

The sounds coming from your core made your face burn but Heseung was reveling in it, desperate to mold your walls into a shape that only he could fill.

You instinctively went to bite down on your lip to silence your sounds, Heeseung tsking and pushing himself impossibly deeper.

"C'mon princess, tell the people on the floor who's making you feel this good," he grinned, his teeth tugging at your ear.

"H-heeseung," you choked out, feeling another knot tighten in your lower belly.

"Mhmm, and who's about to make you cum?"

"y-you." At this point your mind was truly a mess, whining out a "I'm close" as Heeseung pressed you into a mating press, desperate to make you both cum.

I'm not letting you go...

He thought to himself as he watched you leave scratch marks down his chest and breathy moans fall from your lips.

Why should I have to let you go?

He continued as he felt something tight form in his own stomach, begging himself to hold out a little longer so he could cum with you.

I won't.

He concluded, coming into the condom with a strangled groan to match your breathy moan.

You both lay there shaking for a moment as you came down from your highs, Heeseung resisting the urge to plant a kiss on your parted lips.

"If I'm in the front row will I distract you?" you wondered after awhile, giggling when Heeseung scoffed and rolled his eyes. Heeseung sat up before gently easing himself out of you, throwing the condom away and leading you to the bathroom for a round two.

"If you wear the skirt that you did tonight you will."

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