#*flings my drabble at u*

[justanotherfanwriter]

Research Buddies

"Oh?" Willow's eyebrows furrowed, "Where's Luz and Amity? You're all by yourself."

Hunter looked up briefly from the book he was pouring over to acknowledge her entrance before going back to his notes, "Out. They wanted to go back to the lake. I told them it was a waste of time, so I decided to stay here--" He gestured to the pile of books and notes that made up their research "--and actually be productive."

"They didn't tell me or Gus they were going," Willow frowned, "did you three, uh, figure something out or--?"

"No," He shook his head with the curt reply, "no, we haven't, and it's really starting to pi--" he paused mid-word and cleared his throat, "--make me mad."

Willow snorted, sitting down at the kitchen table opposite him, "You know, Ms. Camila isn't here right now. You can cuss if you want." She leaned in with a smile, "I promise I won't tell on you."

A ghost of a smile pulled at the corner of his mouth, "Noted, Captain."

She laughed, propping her head up with one of her fists in thought, "Gosh, I miss Flyer Derby. It'll be nice when we get to play it again."

Her smile fell when a dark look passed over Hunter's face, and he pulled another book from the pile next to him. The only way she knew he wasn't flat out ignoring her was the half-assed 'm'hm' as he scribbled out some notes on a separate piece of paper.

"Wellll," She drawled, reaching for a book, "I don't have work today, so why don't I give you a hand! What're we looking for?"

His hand shot out to stop her, "No, you don't have to. You should go keep Gus company."

Willow pressed her lips into a thin line, searching his face. He looked no less tired and guilty than when they first entered the human world, but she supposed Luz and Amity didn't either. The three of them were keeping her and Gus at arm's length. When they did allow them to help, they sent her and Gus on pointless errands that Gus deemed "busy work to keep them away." Willow tried staying optimistic about it, but the more time stretched on, the more obvious it became.

And it was frustrating. Willow didn't understand why the three of them wouldn't let them help, but they just weren't. She and Gus were left in the dark most of the time, grasping at straws, trying to be useful but always falling flat.

It made her miserable.

She was a good witch. Gus was even better. She knew they could help, but anytime they offered, another distraction was thrown their way.

The only person Willow felt she was helping--if only slightly--was Ms. Camila. Fifteen-year-olds were allowed to work where Luz lived in the human world, and when Willow found out, she immediately sought out a job. If Gus or her (or even Vee) wanted something, Willow had the petty cash to buy it without bothering Luz's mother. Ms. Camila swore Willow didn't need to, but it made Willow feel better about taking up space in her home.

She worked part-time at a gardening center within walking distance of the Noceda residence. The grumpy owner hadn't been too keen on hiring "a rotten teenager," but Willow had quickly proved her green thumb around the place.

While her boss didn't know she was a plant witch, it certainly helped her get the job, though not by much. It was like magic in the human realm was muted in a way. Not entirely gone, but not entirely there. She could feel the magic like a quiet hum running through the root systems of this world. If she concentrated hard enough, she could almost hear it sing. But she still wasn't strong enough to access it fully. So for now, she conquered little things, like coaxing an out-of-season flower into full bloom.

When she had asked the others if they felt it, only Gus had explained he sometimes felt a little "pull" but heard no hum and certainly no singing. They theorized it was because she specialized in plant magic, and there were plenty of plants in the human realm. No abomination goo, though, so Amity was out of luck.

Hunter had encouraged her to keep meditating on the feeling.

"It could come in handy," he explained before shooing her and Gus away from the trio.

"They're like the A-team," Gus had complained later that day as she tried enchanting a weed for Vee to feed off of, "and they're treating us like the lame B-team!"

She had tried her best to ignore Gus then, asking to borrow his magnifier to see if that would help, but now, watching Hunter, it was all she could think about.

"Gus is with Vee and her friends," Willow sighed, dropping her hand away from the books, "he's been down, so Vee decided to take him to an appliance shop to look at the microwaves."

"He's been down?" Hunter echoed, and his gaze dropped back down to his book. Something steeled in his expression as he reached for his pen.

"Of course," She replied, watching him work, "he's worried about his dad and doesn't feel like he's been much help to anyone."

"He shouldn't worry about helping," Hunter sniffed, pressing his pen hard onto the paper as he wrote, "he's fine. He just needs to stay safe."

She crossed her arms over her chest, accusation in her tone, "why shouldn't he worry about that? It's not like we can even read a dumb book without someone turning us away. It's demeaning."

His hand stilled for a moment, and he observed her from underneath his eyelashes. It struck her again how peculiar the color of his eyes was. His eyes made her wonder about the obtuse things Gus had murmured to her after their run-in with the Illusion Coven Head. But unfortunately, they hadn't had time to revisit the rushed conversation.

All she knew was Hunter was more than he claimed to be. For the most part, though, she forgot the conversation with Gus had even happened until she caught Hunter staring at her long enough for her to think about his eye color.

"It's not your mistake to fix, Willow," He said with a grave voice.

"Ah, I see." Willow deadpanned, nodding her head, "And I'm assuming it's yours then?"

He nodded, "And Luz's."

"And Amity's?" She tacked on, quirking an eyebrow at him. He scowled, returning to his work.

"No, it's not hers, but those two," He rolled his eyes, "it's like they share a brain. Two halves of one whole idiot."

"Never listen to me," He grumbled under his breath as he flipped rather aggressively to the next page of his book.

She tsked, realizing that this was Hunter's signal that he had moved on from the conversation. Sometimes it was very easy talking to him; sometimes, it was like pulling teeth. He had been through a lot, she understood that, but at this point, she didn't know if he'd ever trust her enough to tell her what was actually wrong.

Frustrated, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She didn't know everything that led up to and went down during the Day of Unity; that was evident. And she didn't think anyone would tell her the truth until the worst possible moment, which she now recognized as the pattern. But Willow wanted to be helpful. She wanted to share Luz, Amity, and Hunter's burdens. She didn't want them to feel so alone, and she was sick and tired of waiting for their permission to help.

So, when she opened her eyes, she reached for another book.

"Willow," Hunter warned, not even looking up from his work, "don't."

She ignored him with a hmph and snatched up a book before he could stop her.

"Willow!" he hissed, lunging across the table.

She whacked his hand away from her, tilting her chair onto its back legs so she could lean further away from his grasp.

"Excuse me," She snapped, and he glared at her, "this book has nothing to do with your research. It's for my own."

"Yeah, and what are you researching, huh?" He scowled.

She turned her nose up at him, "I don't know why I have to tell you if you won't bother to tell me what you're reading about, but because I'm nice and like to include my friends in my interest, I'll be researching native fauna."

"Oh! Very helpful," He snorted, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.

"It is," She sniffed, trying to cover up her pout. She knew it wasn't very intimidating. She opened the book, flipping through the pages until she landed on Snapdragons. "See these flowers here? They're perennials common in both the Human realm and the Boiling Isle. They're easy for me to conjure here, while plants native to the Human realm and only the Human realm are not."

"You three," she continued, "are always going on about some lake. I'm assuming from the little you all tell us, there's something about them that act like portals--" She looked up at Hunter for confirmation, but his face stayed annoyingly blank, "--if that's true, and those lakes share some kind of connection to home, they must also share some sort of plant life."

"And what?" Hunter asked with a tired sigh, "Are you going to conjure up some seaweed and make a portal that way?"

"No," She glared, "Conjuring these kinds of similar plants isn't the only thing that's easier. I can also hear them in a way, and if I figure out what water plants the human world has in common with the Boiling Isle--"

"--you can find the right lake." Hunter finished with a breathless laugh, "That's genius!"

She puffed up a little with the praise, happy to be the cause of his smile, "I'm glad you think so."

"Of course," Hunter shook his head, sorting through his books, "it was right under our noses the whole time. I have a few maps of the town. The ones online match up pretty well with those from the seventeenth century, but some lakes are manmade now and probably won't work. If I can pin down which lakes we should be looking at, Luz and Amity can pin down the rest of what we need. This..." he trailed off, looking down at his chaotic stack of books, "...this could actually be something."

Hoped swelled in her chest, and she held tighter onto the little gardening book like it was a lifeline.

"You mean we can track down the correct lake," She corrected him, "this isn't just yours and Luz's problem. It's mine and Gus's too."

"Will--"

"I want to help, Hunter, and this--" she cracked the book back open, "--is how I can do it."

It took all of her concentration to keep her eyes on the page instead of on him. The more invested she looked in the pages of the book, the harder she hoped it would be for him to make her leave.

A moment later, she heard him sit back down, opening up one of his maps, which would have brought her some relief if she didn't still feel his eyes on her.

"Stare at me like that all you want, but I'm not leaving this spot."

She looked up just long enough from her book to see the color bloom on his face to the tips of his ears, embarrassed--or maybe mad, she didn't know--that his "staring" plan had been thwarted. She wanted to tell him that she was used to it by now. He had a tendency to stare, and it had never once been intimidating, but she kept the thought to herself.

For whatever reason, she didn't mind his staring.

"I wasn't staring," He huffed, his attention snapping back to his book, "I was just uh...looking at the wall behind you, duh, obviously."

"Obviously," She mocked, a smile spreading across her face as she turned to the next page.

#huntlow #toh huntlow #uh-oh tfw the grl u have a crush on catches you staring for the 100th time that week and you think about flinging yourself into the sun #meanwhile your crush is just like wtf is his problem??? #ik the wiki says willow is 14 but I've seen fanon argue she's 15 #and for the sake of the plot i needed her to be #im literally vibrating i cant wait to find out how they get backkkkk #my writing #drabble #unedited #i couldnt be bothered with editing today lmao #double hypen -- is now an em dash okay?

[beautifulbrainrot]

masterlist!

last updated: 03/08/23

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Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

fluff

sleepy

spencer reids doe eyes 

lipstick kisses

after sex cuddles

housebusband!spence 

touch averse reader kisses spence

looking at spence when he reads

alt!reader in a band

holding hands

bathing together

rich!reader fluff

kisses with spence

artsy gf!reader meets the team

listening to autistic!spence rambling

autistic!reader realises autistic!spencer is attracted to her

jealous spencer

reader telling spencer they love him for the first time

introducing spencer too beabadoobee

angst & angsty fluff

spence getting his hair cut after prison

traumatic event (reader kidnapped)

reader finds out about spencers addiction

reader breaks up with spencer over his relationship with jj

TW spencer seeing readers scars

TW reader seeing spencer’s scars

smut

edging spence with a vibe*

thigh kissing drabble*

round 1*

youre more than just a fling, my love*

i love your body baby (insecure spence)*

im bored, wanna play?*

we could.. do it*

sub!spence x rockstar!reader*

stop the teasing please..*

pegging spence for the first time*

i love it when you’re naughty like this*

i love your body baby (insecure reader)*

rich!reader buys spence an expensive gift*

making out with spence in his car

sub!spence giving oral*

overstimulating spence*

spence with a praise kink*

spence with a praise kink getting pegged*

dumbification with spence*

spencer watching you stretch*

sub!spence and tall!reader*

firearms qualification*

pegging needy spence*

drunk spence humping readers leg*

cant keep my hands to myself

whoever gets horny first loses

overstimulating sub!spence*

teasing sub!spence through his boxers*

sub!spence rutting against you but not going in*

sub!spence giving you a facial*

sub!spence in panties and a skirt*

drunk needy spence

spence’s sensitive nipples

spanking bratty spence

sub!spence & sub!reader

playing with spence while he’s having a wet dream

spencer pleasuring you

aftercare with sub!spence

sub!spence w premature ejac

tying spence up during a punishment

perfect princess

virgin!autistic!spence x virgin!autistic!reader

pretty princess spence

spence & reader sexual tension

aftercare hc’s for sub!spence

more skirt spence

trans!spence strap warming you

trans!spence squirting

cockwarming princess spence

sub!spence hc’s 

princess sub!spence hc’s

trans!reid hc’s

slapping spence’s ass in a skirt

glasses reid

pt2 spanking spencer in a skirt

spencer finding out he has a mommy kink

TW body worship with self harming reader

eating trans!spence out on his period

getting eaten out on your period

Aaron Hotchner

pegging sub!hotch

Emily Prentiss

be patient.*

scared of storms

emily in lingerie

Elle Greenaway

elle with sub!fem!reader

Moreid & Moried x Reader

moreid phone sex

spence blowing morgan while u watch

B99

Amy Santiago

amy santiago x emily prentiss au

dancing with ames

#masterlist #spencer reid x reader #sub!spence #sub spencer reid #sub!spencer #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #dom!emily prentiss #dom emily prentiss #amy santiago #amy santiago x reader #amy santiago x emily prentiss

[urhoneycombwitch]

lulu idk how to properly explain it but “is that how you usually get out of these situations? by fucking your way out of them?” rly screams reader teasing steve when they’re hooking up post- or mid-s4. something very goofy but also a little angsty abt it… because you both know he shouldn’t have gotten out of these situations but he somehow has. this while they’re having passionate rushed life affirming sex 🫶🏻if that makes any sense hehe xox han

foreword: Han I can’t tell u how perfect this is for the drabble I’ve been planning in my head for days now. paying homage to S4 Steve with this one!!! (4 u my beloved @stevenose )

wc: 1.4k

cw: hurt/comfort, oral (R receiving), description of injuries, lightly unresolved angst

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Something’s different, this time.

You can feel it in the way Steve touches you, a bit rougher around the edges, crowding you back against your bedroom wall, stealing the breath from your lungs with the force of his kisses.

He’s adhering to the routine, still, can’t really fault him for his hunger- it’s been two weeks since he’s been by; you figured he was busy with trying to find a new job after the mall fire and plus, Steve’s not the calling type. Not with you, at least.

Which is fine. It’s been a cordial friends-with-benefits, emphasis on the benefits, since your collective senior years. After Nancy Wheeler dumped the King of Hawkins High, you were the one to pick up the pieces. It’s been a mutually beneficial arrangement for the last few years, a familiar fling to expend pent-up energy with no strings attached.

Steve’s always been a really attentive sexual partner (has you to thank for that, really- you fucked him when he was still spoilt high school royalty, all bravado but none of the skills to back it up until he was taught), but the way he’s looking at you now, like he’s hungry, has you squirming.

“What?” he asks, between kisses with tongue that part past the seam of your lips. “What’s up, hm?”

Steve’s hands are splayed on the wall at either side of your head, his eyes lust-blown, black nearly overtaking amber irises. You shift against the steady weight of his body against yours, slipping your hand up up up to cup the side of his face.

“This new?” Your thumb catches the white-lined split of his lower lip.

Steve kisses your fingertip, dismissive. “Doesn’t hurt any more. Don’t worry about it.”

“That’s not an answer,” you start, but Steve sighs so piteously and with such conviction that you kiss him again.

It’s not like he hasn’t shown up with minor injuries, before- there was a month straight where he had a new bruise every few day. He was squirrely about their origins and then they faded and you forgot all about them.

You’re finding it hard to hold on to any strand of coherency now as Steve takes the skin of your neck between his teeth, denim-clad knee slotting at the apex of your bare thighs; He’s still fully dressed, while you’re down to just undies and bra.

Half a bra, now, as Steve slips one of the straps from your shoulder to release a breast, dipping down to suck your nipple into his mouth.

You hiss when there’s a flash of teeth, hands shooting to grip Steve by the long strands of his auburn hair. He moans in response, vibrations sending shockwaves to your core, hips bucking to grind into his waiting thigh.

Steve kisses across your chest, hands sliding up your back to undo the bra clasp. He drops it to the floor, then latches on to your other nipple, cheeks hollowing out with the force of his suction.

You can feel the ridge of his split lip. When you tug at his hair, hard enough to tip his head back, he comes off your nipple with a wet pop.

“What?” He whines it, this time, petulant, pawing at your lower back to take more of your weight onto his knee. “Honey, what? Jus’ lemme take care of you, for chrissake.”

Steve buries his grumbling into your clavicle as you pet through his hair, caution in your tone as you say, “Heard about the mall fire last week.”

“Yeah. Crazy news for a small town, huh.” Steve doesn’t even pretend to sound interested, instead sinking to his knees and pressing your hips flat to the wall with his big hands.

“Thought maybe you’d tell me-” sentence bisected by a brief gasp as Steve noses into your clothed pussy, stuttering out the end- “-a-about it.”

“Nothin’ to tell, angel,” Steve says, pulling your underwear down and off your legs before sliding a hand under your knee and slotting it over his shoulder.

He leans in, nose bumping into your aching clit, tongue wet and warm at your entrance.

Any argument that you’d been leading up to is erased from your mind the second he starts sliding his tongue in and out of you, strong and quick, wetness gushing out to greet him.

“Steve-”

He places a hand over your stomach, thumb deftly finding the pulse of your clit and rubbing in tight circles, and you’re gone- thighs trembling around his ears, stomach muscles rippling under his palm as your orgasm curls you inwards.

Steve coaxes you through it with his mouth and fingers, wringing out every last bit of pleasure. He leaves a trail of wet kisses as he ascends your body, a sharp-sweet tang of you as he licks into your mouth again.

“On the bed,” he says, voice low. Half-lidded eyes watch you obey.

In the few seconds that it takes Steve to close the distance, some of the fog clears from your mind, hand at the middle of Steve’s chest before you get flattened on the mattress and really lose all sense of decency. “Hold on. You’re not even gonna take off your shirt?”

He grins, all charm, leaning some weight into your hand- “Could be kinda kinky. See if you can make me cream my jeans. It’s your favorite pastime, after all.”

Your resolve is nearly gone as you pull him in by a fistful of shirt to keep kissing him- but when your other hand trails up his ribs and Steve flinches away, your blood runs cold.

“Steve.” It comes out more authoritative than you mean it, but you figure firmness over fear is preferable right now, so you don’t soften. “Take off your shirt. Now.”

He straightens with an eye roll, but when he sees that you’re not fucking around, he sighs and reaches behind his neck for the collar of his shirt. “Fine. But I’m not too pretty after boxing, last week, you should just know th-”

Steve’s cut off by your sharp intake of breath, your eyes roving over his bare torso for the first time that night.

Even in the soft light of your bedside lamp, it’s bad. The left side of his ribs are mottled with bruising, some areas wine-purple, yellows and greens wisping around his waist.

You shove at his shoulder, and he half-acquiesces, letting you catch sight of a bootprint in the tender flesh of his lower back before knocking your hand away, gently- “Hey- they’re fine now, okay? I’m not hurting any more. Took some Tylenol before this, so I-”

“That is so not the point.” On your feet now, arms crossed over your chest, tears springing to your eyes- “Bullshit you got all that from boxing. These are like- like hospital-grade injuries, Steve.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, sits on the edge of your bed, still in his jeans- “I know, sweetheart. I got checked out by the paramedics, at the mall- they said there’s nothing to do but wait it out.”

You step closer, until you’re between his parted knees, his hands coming to rest on your bare hips again as you say, quiet and hurt- “You weren’t gonna even tell me? About being in the fire?”

His thumbs stroke hypnotic across your skin. “Didn’t wanna upset you.”

Your head hinges back, eye-roll of your own as you scoff to the ceiling, then back to him, trying to wall in your teary emotions with forced stolidness- “Look, I probably don’t have any right to say this to you, seeing as we’re just fooling around and I’m not your mother, but… I’m worried about you, Steve. You keep showing up on my doorstep more fucked-up than last time and I just…”

Steve pulls you in again, hugging around your middle, side of his face pressed warm to your bare stomach; you continue.

“I don’t want you to just fuck your way out of these situations, any more.”

He kisses just above your navel. “Okay. Deal. From now on… not including tonight.”

You’re going to protest, you really mean to, but then Steve’s kissing his way down again- and your argument melts away with the rest of your night.

#lu’s anons #Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington smut

[atinycafe]

MEETING HYUNG LINE ATZ 4 THE FIRST TIME — headcanons

pairing: ateez hyung line (psh, khj, jyh, kys) x fem!reader genre: fluff wrd cnt: 4.2k warnings: different aus for each boy, violence + language + annoying man hitting on reader (hwa's part), groping and sexual harassment by creep (yuyu's part) + mention of needles and blood (yeo's part), petnames note: this weirdly took me so long that's why i didn't post my usual tiny drabbles these past days, like i think you can actually see me lose interest in writing this as you go on further and further in the post, but anyway if you like it, feel free to tell me so i can write 4 the maknae line, feel free to request anything, i'll write it 4 u bb, also completely out of context but yeosang's initials are crazy like sir?? masterlist

　　○˳　　　🎭　　　idol!hongjoong x model!reader (1.3k)

you ready yourself for what lies ahead, inhaling soft breaths to steady your nerves. you make a conscious effort not to bite on your acrylic nails, a habit that helps alleviate your stress. standing in a line filled with seasoned models, you find yourself at the forefront.

this marks your first time opening for a catwalk show, and it happens to be for balmain, one of your favorite brands. you can sense the gaze of more experienced mannequins piercing the back of your head, intensifying your desire to disappear completely.

excitement courses through you, but it is overshadowed by overwhelming anxiety. your stomach tightens beneath the long black bodycon dress. the excessively high heels dig uncomfortably into your feet, and the black fur coat feels hot and itchy against your skin. a golden necklace dips between your breasts, accentuating the deep v-cut of your dress.

gazing down at your legs, you can feel the tightness of the dress, accentuating their curves forcefully. the thought of appearing awkward while attempting to strut along the runway plagues your mind. you pout and try to recall the words of your therapist, assuring yourself that everything will be okay, despite your rising anxiety.

the staff begins the final checks on the models, informing you that the show will commence in 10 minutes. everyone nods, preparing themselves. some models ask their personal assistants to double-check their hair and makeup, while others place their healthy smoothies on the large tables at the sides.

you remain still, already prepared, though the weight of the coat on your body feels burdensome. breathing becomes a challenge, but you push through the discomfort. fake it till you make it—perhaps the placebo effect can work in your favor now; you desperately need it.

you all stand behind the grand curtains, the sound of music signaling the beginning of the show. having practiced a new, slightly more sensual catwalk routine for this occasion, you convince yourself that everything will be fine. however, the fuck ass coat… it weighs so heavily upon you.

recognizing your cue, you part the curtains on the first drop of the music. the lights dramatically illuminate your silhouette as you push your anxiety to the back of your mind, casting a seductive smirk toward the audience on either side of the runway.

you start strutting slowly, each step perfectly synchronized with the bass of the song. you know you look good, feeling your hips sway enticingly. yet, you can't help but notice the tightness in your chest and the sudden difficulty in breathing. fuck that damn coat.

quickly contemplating your options, you realize no one is behind you. if you take a dramatic pause, it won't disrupt the flow. and so, you do just that. in the middle of the runway, you come to a halt, gracefully turning on yourself as if putting on a show for the spectators. removing your coat, you reveal the backless dress beneath, flinging the fur onto someone seated in the front row. gasps of astonishment ripple through the crowd, and the camera flashes multiply, blinding you to the identity of the recipient of your 10-kilogram coat—only catching a glimpse of orange hair.

resuming your stride, you are well aware that this impulsive act will likely be splattered across social media for months. you suppress a laugh as you imagine the dramatic edits that will ensue. with the burden of the coat lifted, you finally feel free from the weight that had fueled your anxiety.

having completed the walk flawlessly, you now find yourself in your own small cubicle—a room of your own, courtesy of your friendship with olivier rousteing. seated in a chair, donning simple shorts and a t-shirt, you sip on your americano. your

face is adorned with a white face mask as you stare intently at something on your phone, hugging your knees.

the door creaks open, and you assume it's your assistant finally arriving to inform you that your uber has arrived. pushing against the dressing table, you swivel the rolling chair to face the door, only to be met with a stranger.

both of your mouths hang open in surprise, and you simply gaze at each other in disbelief. you, because you find yourself face-to-face with one of your favorite singers, hongjoong from ateez. and him, because he didn't expect you to look so adorable after witnessing the mature show you put on just thirty minutes ago.

"uhh, can i help you?" you ask, swiftly removing the mask and straightening yourself, coughing softly in awkwardness.

"uh, yeah, you… umm, dropped this earlier," he points to the weighty coat in his grasp, and your jaw drops once more.

you just threw that coat at kim fucking hongjoong. you wish you could disappear.

"oh shit, sorry, i…" you begin to stand up, almost causing the cup of americano in your lap to tumble. but you catch it in the nick of time, your reflexes acting swiftly, even as your embarrassment threatens to engulf you. "did it hurt?" you blurt out in a quick squeak.

did it hurt? did it hurt?? you must be out of your damn mind. what kind of question is that? your face flushes, and the redhead before you can only stare in shock before bursting into laughter.

"shit sorry, 'm not making fun of you, i promise precious," he manages to say in between wheezes, tears forming in his eyes. "no, it didn't. don't worry about me. i'm stronger than i look." you let out an awkward laugh, finding some amusement in the situation as well, and you wipe at your face, feeling exhausted. it's only 9 pm, but you've been at this place since dawn. hongjoong notices the tired smile on your face and straightens up.

"i didn't know who to give it to. i figured since you… uhh, wore it," he trails off, hoping you'd understand that he didn't want to waste your time.

"that's so nice of you, if i were you i would've kept it to be honest," you laugh, finally starting to feel at ease. and he smiles.

he smiles. your brain goes haywire at the sight, and you can't help but make a quick remark, "could i get your autograph?"

he looks at you as if you've just asked him the most improbable thing in the world, and you bite your lip, scolding yourself internally for getting too comfortable. "sorry, you don't have to—"

"no no no, it's alright. i just didn't think you… knew me," now it's your turn to look at him in the same way he did, and you're at a loss for words.

you try to formulate a response, attempting to convey that he's rather daft for being surprised that you recognize him. but before you can speak, your assistant finally enters the room, holding your considerably lighter coat. he eyes hongjoong up and down, and then turns to you, pointing at him discreetly.

"isn't that the guy you keep fangirling over?" your horror-stricken gaze meets your assistant's, while hongjoong hides his face behind the fur coat, muffling his laughter within the material.

your assistant fails to read the room and continues, "anyway, your uber's there. come

out whenever you're ready, but make it quick, guys." he gives both of you a knowing look, and you stare back in a mix of confusion and disbelief. he places your brown coat on the chair next to hongjoong and closes the door behind him as he exits.

"sorry about him, man. he's weird. don't mind him," you start, tossing the empty cup of americano into the trash along with the face mask you had worn. as you reach for your brown clothing, you pass by hongjoong, noticing how his eyes follow you, his smile never fading. his cologne wafts around him, but you resist the urge to inhale deeply. while putting on your coat, hongjoong finally smirks.

"i'll give you my autograph next time i see you, along with that coat. in exchange, give me your number."

○˳　　　🏍️　　　gangster!seonghwa x chaebol!reader (0.9k)

you're chilling in the vip section of one of seoul's most famous clubs. having a blast with your girlfriends, clinking glasses, and laughing uproariously. everyone around recognizes you as the daughter of a prominent politician, shamelessly having a good time with other influential figures' daughters, but they mind their own business.

you feel the judgmental gazes on you, but you try to ignore them, not wanting to let them ruin your night. your father wasn't the best person, openly feasting on the public's taxes. he was awful both in public and private. you're relieved he's a deadbeat dad, with his messed up personality, you don't have to deal with him.

you'd rather spend his ill-gotten money on clubbing and shopping, reclaiming a small piece of what he's taken from the nation. it might be foolish, but hey, you're just a young girl. what else can you do?

your thoughts are interrupted when one of your girls grabs your arm, slurring about wanting to dance. you both giggle as her words come out in slow motion. you stand up, letting her lead you onto the dance floor.

you move to the beat, her body pressed against your back, her hands caressing your bare waist as yours wave in the air. she leans in, her nose brushing against your hoop earring, and she shouts over the loud music about a guy who keeps checking you out. you turn to her, silently asking "where?" and she points behind you.

you pivot, following her gesture, and lock eyes with a man sitting in a vip section similar to yours. he's at the edge of a circular seat, accompanied by seven other guys. as his gaze meets yours, he smirks, the club's lasers reflecting off the grills in his mouth. you flash a smile, then turn away, acting unfazed. your friend catches on, throwing her head back in laughter as she teasingly grabs a handful of your ass. both of you erupt in fits of giggles, behaving like immature high school students.

the night carries on, and you grow tired of dancing. the other girls have joined you on the dance floor, so you leave them and head to the bar. you ask the bartender for a glass of water, hoping to refresh yourself a bit. suddenly, you feel a large hand on the small of your back. you smile, assuming it's the stranger from earlier, but when you turn around, your smile fades. it's some random guy, much older, and you recoil in disgust, smoothing over the spot he touched with your palm.

"ew, back off. not interested," you say dismissively, not even bothering to look at him. you shift your focus to the bartender, who gives you a sympathetic smile. he places the glass of water in front of you and goes off to clean other glasses.

the man, who still hasn't budged from behind you, snatches your drink and takes a sip. you look at him, utterly shocked, thinking, "what the fuck does he think he's doing?" he carelessly drops the cup right next to your hand on the table, causing the water to splash onto your fingers, making you flinch.

"water? nah, let me get you something good, babe. what do you want? i can get you anything," he yells at the bartender, who gives you a questioning look. you shake your head in refusal. when the guy sees that you both ignore him, he starts getting agitated.

"what the fuck is wrong with you?" he snaps at you. funny, you were thinking the same thing. "you think you're better than me or something? i know who you are, you bitch. just because your daddy's th—"

before he can finish his sentence, his head slams onto the table, and he crumples to the floor, leaving a streak of blood where his nose hit the wood. you turn to the person who just knocked him out.

"seonghwa, nice to meet you, pretty. sorry about him. he won't bother you anymore," he says calmly as he takes a seat next to you, motioning for someone to remove the unconscious body. you stare at him in astonishment before taking a sip of your water, letting the cool liquid calm you down.

he signals the bartender, who swiftly approaches, discussing a glass on the rocks. the older man nods unsteadily. taking advantage of the moment, you let your eyes wander over his face. he's attractive, but that's not what catches your attention. the dragon tattoo peeks out from his shirt, extending along the side of his neck. it's the symbol of the notorious gang and, surprisingly, the owners of the club you're in.

"you often handle paying patrons like that?" you inquire, taking another sip of your water and gazing straight ahead.

now it's his turn to feel your gaze on his profile, and you can hear his chuckle. "i only do that to the ones who scare the highest-paying patrons," he cleverly replies, alluding to your wealthy background. you roll your eyes and turn to face him, resting your elbows on the table and propping your cheek on your fists.

"'m not paying for my water, you are," you state, and he laughs, mimicking your posture by resting his cheek on his hand.

"am i now? and why would i do that, pretty?" he smirks. you can now see the details of his grills more clearly, small diamonds adorning the silver jewelry, and you smirk right back at him. a few strands of hair fall across your face as your body shakes with laughter.

"'cause you got a crush on me," you drawl out the last word, your smile widening, your cheeks starting to hurt. he moves one hand to your face, gently brushing the hair away with a feather-light touch, and chuckles softly.

"such a smart girl."

　　○˳　　　🚟　　　student!yunho x student!reader (0.8k)

you gaze down at the subway floor beneath your feet, gripping your eyes tightly. the train compartment is packed to the brim, the morning rush causing people to scramble and squeeze together. however, you're well aware that the hand grazing against your skirt is no accidental result of the cramped space.

clenching your fists, you lean your forehead against the windowpane of the door ahead, seeking solace in the cold surface. a scream wells up within you, the desire to make a scene overwhelming, but this is the first time such a thing has happened to you. frozen, you're unable to react.

your eyes sting with tears, and you attempt to hold them back, but they refuse to be contained. small droplets trickle down your cheeks, and you gently brush them away with the sleeves of your uniform.

suddenly, the subway screeches to a halt, reaching a new station before the doors slide open in front of you. you lower your gaze to the floor, your hair partially obscuring your face, and you notice only one pair of jordan 4 sneakers and a pair of pants resembling the ones worn by boys in your school. your curiosity leads you to glance up swiftly, and there stands one of the tallest boys you've ever seen. he's a stranger, someone you've never crossed paths with before, but you surmise he must be a new student at your school, given the familiar uniform.

he stares at your face, taking note of the tear tracks on your cheeks, then casts a quick glance behind you, piercing through the person who has been violating your boundaries for the past five minutes. in an instant, he connects the dots, understanding the situation, and his expression changes from shock to anger.

he steps into the train, forcefully grabbing the man behind you before hurling him out with a powerful throw. the man lands on his rear with a grunt, and before he can utter a word, the doors seal shut.

you have no time to react as more people flood in through the other subway doors, inadvertently pushing against your body. almost losing your balance, the boy behind you grabs your forearm, turning you around and gently pressing you against the door. his hands shield you from the surrounding crowd, his larger and stronger frame providing protection.

you can only gaze up at him, fear evident in your wide eyes, while he looks down at the others around him, his face reflecting displeasure as people jostle against him. eventually, he looks back at you, and his expression softens.

"sorry for touching you like that," he whispers, and you feel a tug at your heart, strangely soothed by his voice despite his recent shoving and pushing.

"like what?" you respond softly, perplexed because he has nothing to apologize for; in fact, he did the complete opposite by helping you fend off the harasser.

he simply gestures toward your forearm with his long finger, not even making contact, alluding to the moment he turned you to face him.

"oh," you glance down at your arm, "'s alright," you say awkwardly.

silence hangs between the two of you. you try not to dwell on how close he is to you, but this time, the proximity doesn't make you uncomfortable. while yunho gazes upward, deliberately avoiding meeting your eyes, he can't help but notice their beauty—the way they shine so brightly with tears—making him feel breathless, as though he could suffocate if he stares for too long, forgetting to breathe.

"by the way, thank you for, umm…" you finally manage to speak, still unable to meet his gaze as his eyes find their way back to you, "you know, yeah, thanks."

he's about to reply, insisting it was nothing, when the door behind you opens. a gasp escapes your lips as you begin to lose your balance, but his hand instinctively reaches out, pulling you closer and helping you regain stability.

he tries to create distance between you, but the stream of people surging in from behind prevents it. the next station is even more crowded than the previous, as it draws nearer to downtown. pressed tightly against his chest, your left cheek resting against his pec, you can hear his heartbeat quicken. the closeness causes his ears and neck to turn bright red.

once both of you step out of the subway, finally arriving at the station that leads to your school, you release a weary sigh simultaneously. at the sound, you look at each other and share a soft chuckle.

walking in the same direction, you have a feeling that getting this close to yunho won't be a one-time occurrence.

　　○˳　　　💉　　　doctor!yeosang x patient!reader (1.2k)

"so, how did that happen?" yeosang mumbles as he checks out the open gash on your hairline, his gloved hands carefully examining the wound. you wince in pain when he applies a bit too much pressure, and he gives you an apologetic look before returning to his seat, tossing the gloves into the tiny trash can beside him.

you're in one of the er rooms, sitting on the examination table, and you're grateful for the blood smeared on your face, hiding the blush you can't help but feel around the cute doctor. you nervously bite your lip, and he notices, reaching out with his thumb to release your poor lip from the clutches of your teeth. you don't overthink the gesture; after all, he's a doctor who doesn't want you to cause another injury to your face.

raising a perfectly arched eyebrow, he expects an answer to his previous question. you fiddle with your fingers, trying to come up with a response that won't embarrass you. eventually, you let your shoulders slump in defeat and clear your throat.

"my friend, uh, told me a joke, and it made my stomach hurt. i clutched my stomach," you explain, and he nods along, ensuring he follows the story. "but then, when i bent down too fast, i ended up smacking my head on the glass table and, umm, breaking it…"

he hides his face behind his palm, scribbling something in the paper placed in your folder. you can tell from the shaking of his shoulders that he's laughing. he mumbles something about how the joke must've been really funny.

you offer a shaky smile as he explains the next steps you'll need to take at home. he mentions that you won't require sutures since he doesn't want any obvious scarring, which is a relief because you're not exactly fond of needles. he continues talking about the medications and creams you'll need to apply to your face every night and day for the next month. you agree with a soft nod, feeling the throbbing headache intensify with each movement.

he hands you a prescription paper, and as you reach for it, you nearly stumble, experiencing the same dizziness that preceded fainting. but he catches you in his strong arms with lightning reflexes. you pull back, clutching your head instead, as the headache reaches unbearable levels.

yeosang notices your distress and swiftly guides you back onto the bed, using the gentlest movements. he takes hold of your chin between his fingers and looks into your fluttering eyes as you struggle to keep them open. worry lines crease his forehead as he reaches into his front pocket, retrieving not a pen, but a small flashlight. he shines it in your face, swiftly passing it in front of your eyes to check for dilation.

"you've lost quite a bit of blood," he says, his jaw tensing with concern as he lightly traces the back of his fingers along your cheekbones. "i can't believe i missed that…"

you wave your hand dismissively, whispering that it's okay since you only recently started feeling the effects of the blood loss.

"do you know your blood type? we need to transfuse, sweetheart," he whispers, clicking on his laptop, most likely searching for your blood type in your folder, which isn't available since this is your first visit to this hospital. you don't dwell on the endearment, too focused on recalling your blood type from memory.

"no, sorry, i don't remember," you meekly reply, feeling a tinge of embarrassment. after all, what adult doesn't know their own blood type?

"it's okay," he reassures, turning to you with a soft smile. "i'll take a sample, send it to one of the nurses, and they'll find out for us, okay?"

the question is rhetorical, and you realize it. you don't bother mentioning your fear of needles; it's not that you're scared of them, but you just don't want them penetrating your body.

with wide eyes and clammy hands, you agree with a small nod. yeosang immediately notices your tension. your knee bounces up and down rapidly, and your hands tremble slightly in your lap. he doesn't say anything as he retrieves a disinfected syringe from a small plastic container, along with two tubes.

he brings a chair in front of you and takes a seat, bringing himself down to your level. you gaze at him through your lashes, and yeosang feels his heart skip a beat. he takes a deep breath, then gently holds your hands, rubbing his thumbs softly against your skin. he can feel your rapid heartbeat under his touch and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"hey," he simply says, and you look at him, waiting for more. when no further words come, you respond with a quiet "hey" of your own.

"good, the patient is responsive, not a lifeless body," he smiles crookedly, cracking a joke that brings a smile to your face.

"wow, the patient is even smiling. today must be my lucky day," your smile widens, and he releases your hands. you hadn't realized how grounding his touch had been until it disappeared.

he grabs your arm and places your hand on his lap, palm facing up. he starts tapping the crook of your elbow since you're wearing a t-shirt, trying to locate your veins. when they don't appear, he clucks his tongue and takes hold of your smaller fist in his own, manually making your hand clench while his other hand remains on your forearm, attempting to raise a vein.

you remain silent and still, focusing on his concentrated expression. his eyebrows furrow, and his eyes remain fixed except for the occasional blink. his strong nose defines his face, and you notice the spot where he bites his cheek from inside his mouth. there's a small birthmark next to his eye, shaped like a tiny heart, and you find it endearing.

"enjoying the view?" he smirks, and before you can respond to defend your honor, he grabs the syringe, effectively silencing you. he tears open the packaging, discarding the waste on the table, and approaches your arm.

you flinch when he places a hand on your forearm, and he looks up at you with a gentle smile. however, the sight of the needle next to his face does little to calm you.

"'m gonna need you to keep your eyes on me, can you do that?" he asks, and you nod once, not planning on fixating on the impending puncture. "i'll make it quick, i promise, princess. do you trust me?" once again, you nod, this time thrown off balance by the endearing nickname, which he notices through the quiver of your lips.

"if i asked for your number, would you give it to me?" he shocks you with the question, as he's one of the most beautiful humans you've ever encountered, and here you are, looking like a complete mess with half your face covered in blood and a massive hole in your forehead.

"y-yeah, i would, obviously," you stammer, and he swiftly inserts the needle, hitting the vein accurately—something for which you're internally grateful. instinctively, you glance downward, but he quickly clicks his tongue, drawing your attention back.

"what did we say, eyes on me," he shows off his perfect teeth as he finally removes the needle, carefully transferring its contents into the two small bottles which he pushes aside. "now about this phone number."

#im back from my 2day hiatus #BTW?? WHO SHOULD I WRITE SMUT 4 NEXT #'m thinkin mr khj.. #like this man has been wrecking me this whole come back i cannowt #i need him 2 b horribly mean 2 me and just make me cry #headcanon #ateez #x reader #fluff #seonghwa #hongjoong #yunho #yeosang #hyung line #x y/n #x you #imagines #scenarios #drabble #time stamp #gangster au #mafia au #highschool au #doctor au

[shuchu]

i have so many assessments due and they r so long i may die !!!!! simply wishing i had shoto to help me .. destress (〃ω〃)

he would definitely see u stressing on the couch or staring at ur assignments and come over to you, kissing your neck ,, hands on your thighs and eat u out to your hearts content (*≧∀≦*) and when he thinks you're fucked out enough he'll just come back up with a cheeky smile and say "good luck on your assignments babe <3" and give u a lil kiss

ahh i love him so much my dream boy -🌸

omg i understand your suffering 🌸 anon ;w; 

here’s a little drabble to cheer you on ♡

nsfw, minors dni ; afab!reader

papers are scattered everywhere on the table and the tabs on your laptop are never ending. you stare blankly at the screen, stressing out about how much work you need to get done. 

shoto walks into the room and he doesn’t need much to know that you’re really stressed out. he walks to sit beside you on the couch, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

“hey baby. you wanna take a short break?” he asks, opening his arms.

you move to sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and he does the same, holding you close to him. 

after a few minutes, shoto turns his head slightly to kiss your neck, leaving soft gentle kisses while his hands move to rub your thighs.

you let out a soft gasp and tilt your head to the side to give him more access. shoto pulls back and tells you to sit beside him. once you do, his lips are back on your neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin while his hands work on undressing your lower half.

after flinging your shorts and panties to the side, he spreads your thighs and moves down to kiss your clit. you jerk your hips up, wanting his mouth on you. shoto chuckles and he goes down on you, licking and sucking at your folds. 

shoto’s skilful tongue coaxes orgasm after orgasm out from you to the point where your mind is going foggy from being overstimulated. shoto’s eyes flick up, seeing your fucked out face, he chuckles and gives you a kiss. 

“feeling better now babe?” he asks with a cheeky grin. 

you sit up slowly and nod, unable to form words. shoto chuckles again and gives you a few rapid fire kisses on the cheek before saying, “good luck with the assignments darling, i know you can do it. i’ll be in my studio if you need me.” 

#hana replies ♡ #hana thirsts ♡ #shxtou #shxtou x reader #shxtou smut #🌸 anon ♡

[kthecutest]

i know u have seen this already cuz i saw ur reply to this post but i suddenly remembered the stepbro!k u wrote beforeshjskdkdjf I FEEL SO FFUCKING SICK K ONII CHAN 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

https://twitter.com/adorablebabyk/status/1726928306728300910?s=46&t=2La-Mx9v_1fGcLbFD8HXEw

ehhhh?? omg?? I'm so surprised an anon actually caught my account, I made sure I had a whole different username on though Σ(ﾟ口ﾟ;)// but yesss!! I am just literally ill and SICK at the thought of stepbro!K Idk- like something about calling him ONII CHAN feels like i been flinged off to heaven

Imagine an innocent reader who's rather dependent (ahem- especially on her step-bro bc obviously he's the most responsible and tough person around you) and K just taking advantage of this dependency you've got to 'help grow you up properly'

BYE. I'M SO SICK- EITHER SOMEONE WRITERS A STEPBRO!K DRABBLE DOWN OR I'M ABOUTA HAVE TO PULL OUT A WHOLE SECOND TRANSCRIPT OR A SERIES

#Yūka talks #&team #andteam #&team k #andteam k #&team k smut #koga yudai #koga yudai smut #k #k smut #&team hard thoughts #&team hard hours #andteam hard hours #andteam hard thoughts #&team smut #andteam smut #&team imagines #andteam imagines #&team scenarios #andteam scenarios #K ONII CHANNNNNNNNNN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

[sugar-omi]

OMG NAEOMI!

I didnt know u were going to write a full on post on my Baxter request, I'm so touched by the sweet fluff and step 3 & 4 scenarios 😭 I read that Baxter post 5 times it is so good! Im happy that u can relate to my MC, I have so many thots on how I would change certain scenes to fit my MC's journey. (I hope u dont mind me sharing ☺️ I get so happy thinking about it)

Nervous, step 3 crush mode:

The confession scene where Baxter admits he wants to date MC, she is over the moon and flabbergasted he would confess after knowing him for a week--but the mentioning of flings again throws her off and she tells him she doesn't take things like relationships lightly. He apologises and rephrases the question of them dating. My MC, who is usually the one who encourages Cove to do daring and new things and take initiative, doesn't always take her own advice. Surprisingly, she finds herself taking small steps to become closer to this elusive boy she has crushed on in step 2 (he was so ADORABLE in step 2!), realizing that Baxter always gives her the choice to choose what happens next, regardless of what he wants to happen next (all the kisses, hugs, u name it!). It takes a good deal of willpower for my MC to not lose her nerve, but Baxter's warm presence makes her feel safe and strengthens her resolve--but in small steps.

Back to the confession, MC always wants to hold his hand to ground herself before doing something bold and does this before questioning him on certain things like him not going to ask other locals out on flings or asking if he's sure about dating her, quirks and all. After she agreed and he tried to say bid her a good night, MC looked at him, surprised. She was certain he would ask for a kiss, like in the movies. She takes his hand again and smiles softly as she gives him an eskimo kiss, gently pressing her nose to his nose and beaming up at him from that position, willing him to kiss her in their close proximity. How could Baxter say no after that? (Omg so cute, im blushing 🥰🥰🥰)

i didn't expect to make a long post either lol, but i started thinking abt it n then i started thinking abt step 4 and i got totally carried away but i dont regret it at all!!! ty for sending these asks im so happy to write more baxter <3333 also yes i dont mind, i'd love it if yall sent me your lil drabbles n stuff- i swear i'll try not to run away w it n write a lil novel every time😂😂

ooh imagine them on a date, and they've had so much fun on their outing. perhaps they went to a waterpark, and when you take a break from all the rides to get ice cream you tentatively feed him from your spoon.

baxter flushes a bit, but he accepts your bold action and feeds you a scoop of his own.

oh and imagine that every time, or almost every time, you give him a kiss on the cheek as farewell. and like i mentioned in the last post, i like to imagine you sneak into baxter's condo at night and you're laying in his queen bed, chatting and giggling.

maybe it's just because this adds to the ambiance of being up late at night with someone, especially someone you like, but its fun to whisper and shush each other even though theres no one in the house except you two.

and back to the kissing!!! i imagine you forget to kiss baxter after an outing, and before you go into the house baxters stops you and kisses your cheek himself. he quickly runs away into his condo, leaving you flustered on your ownsteps.

little do you know he's sliding down the door, face in hands because "oh my god i kissed them this time...."

baxter is always so whipped for you, even if you've only known each other for a week <333

#our life: beginnings & always #olba #baxter x reader #baxter ward x reader #baxter ward #our life baxter #baxter ward x mc

[webslingingslasher]

on a train and spent a solid three hours going through frat!peter drabbles and can i just say i absolutely know that trouble was shitting herself the first time her and peter had a school break. while in a situationship. she def was like “oh my god hes gonna find someone else while home maybe a hometown fling” and peters just like ??? babes u really overestimate me lmao

peter's like 'i do not have the time for that.'

#thanks anon!

[buckybarnesandmarvel]

𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲

pairings: tom holland x reader

warnings: pure fluff, implied smut…

summary: it’s your lover’s birthday!

a/n: thank you to my gorgeous lia ( @justapurrcat ) for giving me a few ideas for this. just a small drabble i loved writing!

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You slowly stirred, rolling onto your side, resting your head on Tom’s bare chest. You opened your eyes and squinted against the harsh, bright sun peeking through the gaps in the window.

You pulled your leg over the sleeping body next to you, flinging it over Tom’s hips, clinging onto him. Your free hand wandered to his chocolate brown curls. He smiled and murmured sleepily at the feeling of your fingers raking through his hair gently.

“Morning, love.” He hummed.

“Hmm, morning baby.”

Both your voices were quiet, not wanting to disturb the calm of the early morning.

You shifted your bodies, now turning to face each other, Tom’s face buried in the crook of your neck, while your chin rested on the top of his head, your fingers still brushing through his soft strands at the nape of his neck. His eyes remained closed as his chest rose and fell slowly.

“Hey, Tommy.” You whispered into his hair.

“Hm?” The sound reverberated, slightly tickling your neck.

“Happy birthday.”

You felt his lips stretch into a smile against your neck as he laughed quietly. You giggled along with him, looking down at where his face was smushed into you. He quickly retracted from the warmth of your neck to give you a kiss.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he rolled on top of you. He deepened the kiss and you eagerly responded, a little moan escaping your mouth. The two of you parted, breathing deeply. His hazel eyes met yours as you took in his adorable yet hit appearance.

His hair was tousled, sticking out from where you had held onto it. His cheeks were dusted with pink, as were his lips. Pink and swollen. He looked truly magnificent.

Your eyes traced over his many freckles and flickered over to his lips once again. You cupped his face with one hand as his eyes closed, leaning into your touch. You pressed a kiss to his forehead as he settled down again.

Tom lay on top of you, his hands around your back, his chin resting on your chest. He lined kissed up your sternum before relaxing.

“Can’t we just spend all day in bed.” He whined, nuzzling into your warmth.

It was the domestic, intimate times like these that made your heart beat many times faster. Times when it was just the two of you, not a care in the world.

You giggled. “We can do whatever you want, honey.”

Tom caught the mischievous glint in your eyes, his own darkening with desire and lust.

“Is that so…”

“Yep. You are the birthday boy.” You teased him, acting innocent.

Tom opened his mouth to say something, but you quickly cut him off.

“But…”

He raised an eyebrow at you, both confused and amused.

“I have one rule.”

“And that is…” he trailed off.

“ You need to relax.”

You indicated that you wanted to flip over, so Tom helped you, his large hands never leaving you hips. You straddled his waist as he pushed himself up on gathered pillows. You kissed him deeply, you hips starting to move slightly. You parted, to whisper.

“So relax, baby… it is your birthday after all…”

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Happy Birthday to my bby. Hope u enjoy! :)

#tommyyy #loml #daddy #bby #my bby #tom holland x reader #tom holland x reader fluff #tom holland x you #tom holland x you fluff #tom holland x y/n fluff #tom holland x y/n #tom holland rpf #tom holland rpf fluff #happy birthday tommyyyy

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Hi I'm obsessed with these prompts. Can u do a drabble of Manny using prompt 17.

I can indeed!

Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

Dick picks. Unsolicited, and they are most definitely an unwelcome addition to your inbox. When the dick pic in question is being sent by your boyfriend, though, well... you are without issue.

'I miss you so damned much. As soon as I'm back, I'm gonna bury my mouth against that fine little pussy and lick it until you fucking scream, mamas.'

If you're going to be on board with any intentions, those will definitely suffice.

'Oh really? Tell me what else you're going to do?' Your reply is read, watching the dots as he types, excitedly awaiting his reply.

'It's real simple; Imma bend you over, spread those pretty legs nice and wide, and then slide every last inch of this right up in you. I can't wait to feel that hot, wet pussy gripping on me, baby.'

With the text, he sends a picture of his erection, long, hard, and perfect. It makes you feel a little wet, just looking at it on the screen, wishing he was home, so you could enjoy it, enjoy him.

'How badly do you want it?'

'You have no idea. I'm fucking raging for you. God! I wish you were here! Two more days, though, and I get you all to myself. I bet you wish you were here now, though. You could watch me touching myself while I fantasise about your perfect, big cock.'

You pout a little when you see he's read your message, but doesn't reply, lying there on the couch with your hand down your little shorts, rubbing the slick of your arousal as you imagine your fingers are his, closing your eyes and seeing him there above you.

Your mood is then shattered by a knock at the door.

"Damned Amazon man!" you mutter, throwing yourself up to your feet, wiping your fingers on a Kleenex before striding across your apartment. "Never turns up when I actually want him to!"

Clicking the locks, you slide the chain off and open the door, your eyes almost falling out.

"Surprise," Manny grins, laughing at your reaction.

"I thought you were the Amazon man!" you cry, flinging yourself into his arms.

"Nah, I'm not available on Prime, but my delivery service is top notch." He kisses you, walking you backwards into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind him. "Now, I require a signature for your package, ma'am." Taking your hand, he presses it to his crotch, the hard-on he's been dealing with since he got off his bike downstairs while texting you absolutely solid against your fingers.

"Mmm, just tell me where I sign." you giggle, Manny picking you up, carrying you over to the couch, removing your shorts after he's laid you down, and doing exactly what he said he would do.

You love it when he comes home early.

#manny mayans #manny mayans x female reader #manny mayans smut #manny mayans drabble #manny mayans imagine #manny mayans fanfiction #manny mayans mc #manny montana #manny montana smut #manny montana x female reader #manny montana imagine #mayans mc #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc drabble #ddd drabble requests

[jungkook97]

hello girls and gays, just thought to make an entire masterlist of fanfiction works i’ve done so far to organize everything together!

⚠️ disclaimers: most of my fics are going to be mostly jungkook and reader with the occasional ships depending if the story fits! i do not take requests and only dedicate fics to people i love or know well for accuracy. reader’s attributes are not mentioned at all for better immersion & are generally female presenting, however it’s very easy to skip them if you’re not!

💬  shoot me an ask if you wanna be tagged in future works or write me a review. i will not be angry if you do not reblog or engage with my works because honestly i write for fun anyways. also, if you wanna collab on anything, just send me a message and we can plot 😈

here are the writing reviews i’ve gotten so far if you wanna read them before diving in 👇 🏊‍♀️  

J U N G K O O K & r e a d e r 

ONE SHOTS ˎˊ˗₊‧‎♡

♡ °✧‧₊˚ stuck with u - non-idol with reader, camping trip, oneshot (f2l, smut, slice of life-ish)

jeon jungkook was always over at your damn house growing up every day and known as your little brother’s bestest friend in high school, playing pokemon or some nerdy stuff. you knew he had some stupid lil crush on you for years, but didn’t think much of it. until of course, he sees you again at the fine age of 24 as some hot shot got you thinking differently. 

♡ °✧‧₊˚ can’t get over you - canon with hybe staff!reader, oneshot (f2l, slice of life, soulmates, character study)

jungkook lives to love people, and as he would take a break from the chaotic energy of loving, he falls head over heels for someone yet again. are they the actual love of his life this time, or is the universe messing with him? 

♡ °✧‧₊˚ why didn’t you wait for me? - non-idol fuckboy & post-college, vacation trip, oneshot (e2l, angst)

you attend a wedding in hawaii with your old high school buddy taehyung for a much needed reunion. little did you realize that the last person you wanted to see would end up attending.

♡ °✧‧₊˚ crush on you - canon with marketing director!reader, drabble (fluff, confessions)

jungkook always had the biggest crush on people who are good at their jobs. y/n always had the biggest crush on the youngest member of bts. y/n wins an award. jungkook is in attendance.

♡ °✧‧₊˚ admit it - canon & fwb with staff!reader, oneshot (smut, possessive as fuck jungkook)

you, taehyung and jungkook go out for the night much to jungkook's dismay. you looked fine as fuck tonight, and jungkook feels a certain type of way about it.

♡ °✧‧₊˚ severed - non-idol jungkook with reader, oneshot (sci-fi, drama)

you and jungkook had a terrible breakup. and so, you two decided to delete each other from your guys' memories.

♡ °✧‧₊˚ and if you let me - non-idol coworker! jungkook with reader, drabble (fluff)

it was your last day at work and jungkook, who has a big fat crush on you, throws a going away party before you go.

♡ °✧‧₊˚ (PENDING) 505 - canon with normie and very toxic!reader, oneshot (angst, light depictions of smut, friendzoned!idol jungkook, emotional manipulation, unrequited love)

she calls him and he comes like clockwork every time, even though he knows deep down that it’s never a good idea. this time, he has 2 hours to turn around before he picks her up from her ex-boyfriend’s house. will he get there or will he finally let her go?

SERIES ˎˊ˗₊‧‎♡

decision to leave universe

⋆｡°✩ decision to leave - canon with hollywood socialite!reader, oneshot (missed connections, forbidden love and abrupt endings, angst, character study)

being an idol is never easy. they work endlessly, and "fans", the media, and the company follow and critique their every movement. they're not strong enough, one could feel very trapped and suffocated. jungkook was used to all of this. what he wasn't used to was finding the right person at the wrong time.

⋆｡°✩ fling - canon with reporter!reader, spinoff from decision to leave (angst, missed connections)

you were interviewing bangtan and couldn't help but felt a level of closeness to the youngest member. soon after, jungkook ended up taking a liking to you, proposing that you two should meet up throughout the week while he was in town for a little fun.

⋆｡°✩ (PENDING) perfect illusion - canon with reporter!reader, continuation of fling (angst, missed connections)

a year has passed since you had your little fling with jungkook and well, things surely have changed: for better or for jungkook, worse. you returned to his life in an unexpected way, only to fall in love with one of his band members, min yoongi.

J U N G K O O K & B A N G T A N 

⋆·˚ ༘ * something about us (namjikook) - college, series (f2l, romcom, smut, slice of life, coming out journey)

very upright christian boy jeon jungkook decided to do his roommate kim taehyung a favor by stopping by his plug’s house to get his usual shit.

little did he know that taehyung’s plug was fucking hot.

⋆·˚ ༘ * it's a bad idea, right? (jungkook x reader & yoongi x reader) - oneshot (non-idol!roommate jungkook, musician!yoongi, and music industry person!reader, romcom, smut)

yoongi and y/n broke up and she wants him back. desperately. so much so that she got a fake boyfriend (aka her annoying BUT attractive roommate) to get him jealous. what a terrible idea.

O T H E R 

✿ - love drought (jackson wang x reader) - canon, oneshot (post-breakup, slice of life, angst, character study)

both of you are broken from past relationships, but chose to give love another chance when you met each other. when a misunderstanding and a long history of miscommunication leads to a breakup, you two are left wondering if you two were wrong for each other, or was it based on circumstances. on one fateful night, you decided to meet up with jackson to not only catch up, but to figure out the answer to the most important question.

#jungkook #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x reader #writing #mine #gonna make this my pinned officially but anyway. this isn't really a writing blog exclusively #i'm just too lazy to make a whole new #writing blog esp if i already wrote shit here and tbh i'm gonna keep leaning onto this bc ok #i do have a few plot bunnies around and i need some time to flesh it out #but hopefully by year's end there's more to this #i do wanna write more bangtan fics just to keep my writing bug going and not lose steam bc fuck i love writing and wanna get better #i have a lot to work on as well like world building and doing chaptered fics but anyway! fanfiction writer katie is back baby #pls rly do not ask for requests like i will not fulfill them anyway and will make it very different from what you think #i cannot write smut for shit so don't ask me to write a 10k fic of jungkook railing you ok i'm serious

[drabblesandimagines]

hello! i just chanced upon ur sephiroth drabble and it’s the best thing i’ve read in a while 😭 it’s kinda sweet (??) in an extremely unnerving way 😰😰 if you have the time, i hope u write more for him!! (but anw i’m just here to express my gratitude for ur amazing drabble)

Thank you, sweet anon! 🥰 I plan to return to it - I wanna do some flashbacks to their engagement pre-Nibelheim to flesh it out properly and then what happens after that little bit I posted...

If you or anyone else have any requests for Sephiroth, do fling them in my ask box! x

#ghostdogwrites #ghostdogasks #ghostdoganswers

[mushiewrites]

Hiii Mushie!! I wish you luck on breaking your block :(

For your small drabble thing how about lee dream and ler George with plead ^_^

emma my beloved thank u 🥺 my lee!dream loving ass just immediately got an idea for “plead” so thank you for requesting this 😎

word / prompt thing from this post! 💘

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“G-George come on, don’t dohoho this.” the brunette could see the blush slowly filling Dream’s cheeks as he looked up at him from below, George straddling his waist and smirking as the blonde kept a light grip on his hands that were patiently waiting against Dream’s stomach.

“Don’t do what?! I’m not even doing ANYTHING, idiot.” Dream let out a frustrated huff as the older boy let out a brief cackle at his own sass. The heat in his cheeks began to spread down his neck, no doubt turning his ears bright red as well.

“Yeah, that’s the issue!” the blonde continued to whine, pathetically kicking out his legs a few times against the bed to further prove his frustrations. George’s fingers skimmed over Dream’s stomach once, twice. The younger boy let out a strangled yelp as he squeezed his eyes shut, only to let out a louder, higher pitched whine when the feeling was suddenly gone again.

“I don’t know what you mean, Dreamie,” George giggled quietly, watching the blush continuing to grow darker as Dream realized where the situation was headed. “First you’re saying don’t, now you’re complaining because I’m not doing anything? This is all too confusing for me, Dream.”

“Ugh, George I- well I- You know!” Dream groaned, hands flying up to cover his face. “You know what I mean!”

“I don’t know anything if you don’t tell me. So unless you are trying to ask for something, I guess we can just continue to sit like this?” George raised an eyebrow as he watched Dream lower his hands slowly, silently fighting with himself about if he should give in or continue to be stubborn. When he saw the younger fling his hands back to his face, he already knew what Dream had chosen. He let out another chuckle, making Dream fling his hands back down with another frustrated groan and a not-so-intimidating glare.

“George.”

“Dream.”

“…”

“Go on, Dream.”

“Okay okay,” the blonde began to squirm slightly, refusing to meet George’s gaze as he continued. “Can you please just….can you please just do it?”

“I don’t know what ‘it’ is, Dream. Gonna have to elaborate.” George smirked as Dream finally met his gaze, properly giving in to what he wants most.

“Please? Please tickle me?” Dream eventually pleaded, not able to keep up his stubborn facade any longer.

“Your wish is my command, Dreamlee. If it’s tickles you want, it’s tickles you get.”

And with that, George squeezed up Dream’s sides, causing him to arch off the bed with a wheeze. He collapsed back down into the covers, squirming and laughing his little heart out. George’s hands found their way to his tummy, skittering his nails over the warm skin there as Dream shrieked, thrashing and kicking and laughing hysterically- and loving every second of it.

#lee!dream #ler!george #remember when i said it was a few sentences #oops #i hope u liked it!!! #this was also probably not what u expected with plead but #my brain immediately went to dream being made to ask #oop #emmadoodlewrites #emmarose9402 #asks #my stuff #mcyt tickle #mushie drabbles

[kithtaehyung]

RYENNNN WHAT WAS THAAAAAAT AAAAA just read you’re next the second time and why am i as shocked, or even more shocked than i was when i was reading it the first time????? (long post ahead i apologize for sending very long ones i had to scream bc of oc and yoongi and you ryen!!)

firstly, bestie tae? sorry oc he is Our bestie now! but literally, he's such a good friend to oc thought ☹️ he's like "you wanna meet your boyf-i mean fling? okay yeah fine sure i'll cover up for you if i have to ugh 🙄”

also when oc found out there was a bathroom in the haunted house... i was like THIS IS THE PLACE ISN’T IT! OC's A (GOOD) FREAK!!! IT'S HAPPENING!!!! 🚨🚨🚨

AND YOU KNOW the scene where yoongi was asking oc for a bite of her food, IT REMINDED ME OF THIS TWEET AAAAA I WANT TO SCREAM like i actually came across this tweet on tiktok like 2 days ago and i was like 3TAN OC AND YOONGS IS THAT U???? idk whether someone else has shared this tweet with you.. but i got so soft thinking about oc and yoongi when i saw this tweet 🥹

also the part where oc said like she never saw yoongi being this happy… like girl it’s cus of you????? don’t you see it??? he is elated because of YOU! oh heck these two are DOWN BAD for each other and yoongi asking a photo of oc’s ass…. he is unstoppable now wow he is BOLD bold gd

the tension between yoongi and oc is felt. like i’m just a 3rd person, why am i nervous? why did gasp? why did i take a pause from reading just to kick my blanket? am i the problem?

the scene in the bathroom. oh my gosh????? that was… wow. and that’s in the bathroom? what if.. what if they.. bedroom? oh i’m dizzy. i’m sorry i can’t comment more on this scene i’m still recovering from this i hope you understand

gosh ryen… you just never disappoint huh? you spoil us one after another and you just keep on giving!! gosh how are able to come up with such bangers every. single. time. you amaze me ryen, truly!!!! i hope you’re taking good care of yourself and allowing yourself to rest!! thank you so much for your time and hard work. many many forehead kisses to you! <3 (oh… this was a really long post, i’m sorry) - 🪐✨

also, are you catching bts’ concert later? i’m so freaking excited! ><

SATURN HELLO🥳 yes I’m resting a bit more! Can’t completely rest until 3tan9 is done and posted but I’m letting myself have more leeway. Also, gonna sleep right after this so I can catch the concert later. Idk if I’ll just watch it in my own little bubble or be on here, as well, but we shall see.

But thank you so much for this amazing review!! Wow there’s a lot to take in and I am so happy😭 Tae being the incredible person that he is? You are correct he is our best friend now LOL. And the bathroom hell yeah😛 you guessed it!

STOPPP THIS IS GONNA MAKE ME SOB😭 it’s been sent but of course I will still cry every time :’))

There is something there!! Like reader my love you don’t even know the half of it but you should think at least something! Although I would also not think it’s me if I was in that same position lol so I get it. And I am there blanket kicking with you💀 the bathroom scene required me to pause every now and then LMAO like yoongi my g o d you need to cool it!!

Thank you so much again, love. I’m so shy rn your words mean the whole world.. I just wanted to give y’all what you asked for/fought for😂 Hopefully it’s as enjoyable all the other times! Look forward to more drabbles, too🍂

#you are so amazing #thank you babe! #🪐✨ anon #lovely people #asks:3tan #3tanfall:ab2 #long post #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌

[chainhead]

ink

leon has tattoos. ethan was never informed.

leon/ethan. mild swearing. smug leon, done-with-life ethan. fluffy!

It's fine. It's fine. This is totally fine.

Is it weird? Is he weird? God, he must be weird. It's nothing to get this riled up over, yet here he is, peeking over at Leon every now and then to catch a quick glimpse of the ink that spirals up his forearm.

Ethan bites his lip. Twirls the pen in his hand and clicks the button on top a few times, his desk work momentarily forgotten.

No, this isn't normal. Then again, neither is Leon with tattoos, so how is one supposed to think? React? He's been pretty good about hiding his (admittedly disturbing) attraction to the special agent; but things like this… well, they're on the same level as glasses, or piercings. A small change that—for a select few—can turn their entire world on an axis.

How far up do they go?

Does he have more?

When did he get them, and what do they symbolize?

"Ethan?"

The blonde startles, blue eyes flickering up in embarrassment.

Leon blinks at him. "What's your damage?"

Oh, Jesus Christ. "Nothing, sorry. Just a little spacey… today."

"I'll say."

Ethan hurriedly scoots closer to his desk, quickly turning his attention back to the papers that scatter across it. He isn't even sure what he's supposed to be doing with these, or why he even got assigned to deal with them, but if things keep going the way they are, he's gonna be here all fucking night.

Ethan frowns. And then he hesitates, realization dawning on him slowly that… hey, doesn't Leon work crazy late hours, too?

No.. no, no. He's on the clock. He needs to pay attention…

"Ethan." It isn't a question this time. Ethan meets Leon's gaze with a sheepish expression, and the other man draws his brows together. "Seriously, what's going on with you?"

How does one go about confessing their guilty, weird, quid-pro-quo attraction to their superior without coming off as a freak? Better yet, how does one go about it without getting fired? Ethan feels a cold sweat prickle beneath the collar of his button-up.

I like you. I like you. I like you.

"I like…" It's like there's a solid chunk of ice stuck in his throat. "Well, I mean, your… you know."

Leon's look of concern quickly shifts into one of bewilderment. "No?" He says, real slow-like. "I don't know."

Ethan wants to die.

"It's just…"

The atmosphere in the room shifts. Ethan's hands are clammy and cold and he regrets even opening his mouth; wishing he could've just opted to say that he feels sick and his head hurts, and maybe even take the rest of the night off so he could reflect on all of this – perhaps over a nice glass of red wine. Instead, because he's terrible at socializing and even worse at socializing with Leon, he's currently staring the agent down with terror flashing in his eyes.

Leon doesn't say anything, but it's obvious that he's dying to get this over with, just like Ethan is.

"Y– you can't get mad," Ethan stammers, clenching his fingers.

More silence.

Ethan sighs. Then, finally, he lays down his cards with a quiet, "Your tattoos."

Leon tilts his head. "... Mine?" He asks, a bit delayed, and Ethan has never wanted to evaporate into thin air more than he does right now.

"Yeah."

"Like, the ones on my arms?" Leon rotates his wrists, glancing down at his own artwork. 

"Yeah."

"Ah." 

Great. When should he start packing up his belongings? Now? Tomorrow? There's a spare produce box in the break room, and he only has a couple of personal items on his desk. His name placard, a picture of his childhood dog, a cup full of pens he got on clearance at Staples…

Although Ethan doesn't get to stand up or prepare before Leon is speaking again, his voice surprisingly nonchalant. 

"And...?"

Ethan sucks in a deep breath. That's a good question. "They're… distracting me?" Vague enough to keep matters civil. He can do this. "And that's why I'm a little… slow, today. I think. Because they're doing that. Distracting me, I mean."

Leon hums, acknowledging that he heard Ethan's answer. He waits, silent until Ethan manages to scrounge up the courage to meet him eye-to-eye, and then he laughs.

There's something to be said about the way in which Leon handles all things; from topics as serious as bioweapons wreaking havoc on unsuspecting townhomes, to things like this – Ethan admitting he's intrigued by the older man's ink. He's good at finding the balance while still remaining cool and collected, and that's a trait Ethan's always admired.

Because, sadly, he cannot do that.

"I knew there was something about you, Winters," Leon says jovially, as if he's uncovered some grand secret. He leans back in his chair, pushes himself a little further away from his desk, and says: "Do you want to come have a better look?"

Ethan nearly chokes on his spit. "W– wh– what?"

Leon's grin widens. He's enjoying this. "I can't have distractions in the workplace. So if you're curious, and think it might help you refocus, I implore you to get your ass over here and take a gander."

The blonde flusters, his lips screwing into a scowl. Implore. What did this guy know about words like that?

Regardless, he still obediently gathers himself to his feet, taking the necessary steps to close the distance between him and Leon. The fine hairs on the back of Ethan's neck stand at attention, and he's acutely aware of the personal bubble he is now officially bursting— not that Leon seems to notice, or mind.

Infact, the only thing he does when Ethan comes to stand beside his chair is jut both arms out, letting Ethan do whatever he likes.

Instinctively, Ethan grabs them. Then panics, because holy shit, he's touching Leon fucking Kennedy. Then double panics, because why did he do that? Why is he still doing it right now?

"Uh…"

"You just wanted to hold hands?"

"N– no!" Ethan exclaims, immediately letting go. Leon bursts out into full-bellied laughter, and the blonde has to take a deep breath before he passes out from his nerves. "Jesus, Leon, I– I was trying to bring them a little closer."

"Oh right, the bad eyesight," Leon drawls. "I forgot you wear glasses sometimes. Near-sighted?"

"Far-sighted. Now shut up and let me look," Ethan snaps, finding his second wind. He reaches for Leon's arms again and finds relief in how the older man wordlessly obliges; giving Ethan the opportunity to twist his arms and inspect the patterns that dance across them. It's not a situation Ethan could've expected, or even predicted, but Leon's right about one thing—this is definitely scratching that terrible itch he feels, somewhere deep down. No more needing to sneak creepy, uncomfortable glances to figure out what they are.

However, he'll always wonder where the tattoos lead. And how many more of them Leon has, hidden underneath all those layers of fabric.

"I see." Ethan nods, smiling faintly as he releases his grip again. "They're cool, I wasn't expecting you to have them. Then again, I've never seen you wear anything other than long sleeves."

Leon quirks a brow. "You pay attention?"

Ethan's smile drops. "Oh. I mean, not in like– not in a weird way, that isn't what—"

There's the sound of a scoff, and then Leon's hands are on Ethan's wrists, gently pulling him down to his level. The blonde stumbles forwards and catches himself with a knee on Leon's chair, and the situation is so intense and utterly stifling that Ethan has to rear away with his eyes narrowed in firm on the office door.

"Ethan," Leon coos.

The blonde makes a noncommittal sound in his throat. 

"Ethan, c'mon, look at me."

There's no way this is happening right now. No feasible way. He must be dreaming.

Ethan registers with rapt attention as Leon let's go of his wrists in favor of bringing both hands up to cup his cheeks, and whether Ethan wants to submit or not isn't really an option anymore. Determinedly, the older man coaxes him to meet his gaze again.

"Shy?" Leon teases, and then quickly changes his tune when Ethan struggles in his grasp. "Okay, okay, I was just kidding! Damn."

"Leon—"

"Hold on for a second, sweetheart. I've got a few things on my mind." Ethan's face burns as he tries to process this, process the feel of Leon's touch as it sears itself into his memory. His heart pounds so fiercely in his chest he fears that Leon can feel it, but if he does, he doesn't comment.

Leon brushes his thumbs over Ethan's cheekbones. "You thought I'd be mad?"

"It's... unprofessional," Ethan breathes.

"What is?" Leon asks. His eyes are so blue. "Wanting to see my tattoos?"

Ethan nods. Leon snickers, pulling him that much closer, and the blonde is enveloped in the smell of bergamot and gunpowder and something spicy like sage, and… what was the question again? He can't think clearly when he can feel Leon's words flit across his lips.

"The only 'unprofessional' thing I see is the subordinate about to climb into his boss's lap," Leon murmurs with a wry smile. Ethan lets out a small gasp, jolting, and Leon makes sure he doesn't slip away. "Woah, hey! I never said I didn't like it."

"L– Leon, I don't understand what's…" Ethan stutters, shivering, feeling the traces of electricity that follow Leon's fingertips. He doesn't know whether to lean into him or settle his entire weight on top of Leon, so to play it safe, he refrains from doing either.

The agent takes a moment, eyes sweeping over Ethan's features, before letting out a soft exhale. "Well, now you've seen them. I hope that helped you find some kind of clarity..."

Not even a little bit, Ethan thinks miserably.

"... But it'll probably kill you to know that there's more than just this, and I can assure you, they are much more interesting." Leon chuckles as he tugs the blonde in one last time, and kisses him, right on the corner of his mouth.

"Still distracted?" He whispers.

Ethan can't even think of a proper reply. His brain has turned to mush.

"You…"

"Mm?"

Ethan sucks in a deep breath. "You're a fucking asshole."

Leon throws his head back and laughs, and when he recovers Ethan is already swooping in for another kiss. To hell with professionalism.

#heyyy i dont usually post my writing here but #im gonna!!! >:) #*flings my drabble at u* #ethan winters #leon kennedy #resident evil #lethan