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sonarspace · 24 days

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recharge, suguru geto

a/n: based off a request from a friend. hope you like this bae <3. (not proofread!) content: suguru x reader. suguru’s clingy. fluff. wc: 1.1k

𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚｡𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚｡𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚｡𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. 𓆝⋆. 𓇼 ˚｡𓆉 ⋆𓇼 ⋆. suguru comes home late at night. stress evident on his face as you try to greet him like you usually do but he’s dismissive. not even a proper peck and he’s pulling away from you and going straight to the bedroom.

it hurts him more than it hurts you when he behaves like this. he wishes he could talk to you but he’d just end up breaking down and he’s tired of having you see him like this. he should be strong for you, shouldn’t he? you’re not in this relationship to take care of him constantly and get nothing in return. so he pushes you away.

he hopes you understand why he’s being so distant. and you guess he wants his space so you give it to him. but you also can’t just leave him alone so you tread carefully. you know he think he’s being selfish but you don’t mind it. he doesn’t realize it but he’s been there for you countless times taking care of you and being patient with you when all you want to do was rot in your apartment. so you try to do the same.

you give him his space. let him sleep alone in your shared bedroom. he lays in bed waiting for you to join him but he doesn’t know how to ask for it after he was so dismissive with you earlier. he huffs annoyed at himself and falls asleep yearning for your warmth.

the sun shining brightly through the opened curtains wake him up. absentmindedly he reaches out to hide his face in your neck but you’re not there. your side of the bed untouched and cold. eyebrows furrowed he walks out of the bedroom but you’re nowhere to be found. a throw blanket laid across the couch confirming his suspicions that you let him sleep alone. i mean he kinda asked for it, didn’t he? shit. did he really hurt you?

just as he’s about to grab his phone to call you he hears the jingle of keys unlocking the door. a shiver of relief runs over his body and he lays back in bed before you can see him. you set the groceries on the countertop and go into your bedroom to check if suguru’s woken up yet.

“suguru,” you softly call out his name. his heart clenches. he wishes you’d come over and touch him so he could use his sleepy state as an excuse to pull you closer. “hmm,” he groans. and when you finally lean down and lightly brush his bangs off his face he nuzzles his cheek into your palms.

you soft callouses kissing his cheeks. your fingers rub over his skin softly. and he’s so happy to feel your touch. “wake up, sleepyhead. let’s eat something.” you whisper planting a kiss near his ear.

you feel his arms around as you flip dora cakes. “feeling better?” you ask him. instead of replying he just nuzzles his nose into your neck causing you to slip out a sweet giggle. he covers the skin of your shoulder in kisses. his hands slip under your tank, scratching lightly at your abdomen.

he stays attached to your back as you try to move around the kitchen to plate your breakfast. you wonder what changed overnight to have him this clingy but frankly you don’t mind it. it’s better than him shutting you out.

“suguru,” you huff playfully but he doesn’t let go. he clicks his tongue in disagreement when you separate your food in two plates. “what?” you turn your head slightly to look at him. “same plate.” his voice muffled as he speaks into your neck. “okay,” you smile.

you’re so beautiful he thinks. his heart skips a beat at the way your smile enhances your features even more. he never wants to make you sad.

you cut up a piece and bring it up to his mouth, tease him with the food every time he opens his mouth. he grabs your hand to keep it still and takes a bite. you both take turns feeding each other sometimes letting out breathy laughs but mostly silently gazing in to each other’s eyes filled with love.

he spends the day crowding your space. his head in your lap as you answer emails on your laptop. he turns in your lap so he can face your stomach. his finger moves under your top pulling it higher and he pokes into your bellybutton and giggles when you let out yelp. he places a few kisses on the expanse of your exposed skin. from the left side of your hips to the right covered in his love. he even follows you the bathroom and waits outside until you’re done.

he grabs your face as soon as your out and places a desperate kiss on your lips. you kiss him back with the same fervor. you’re both walking back until he falls onto the bed pulling you with him and you break apart with a laugh. your head tipped back and laughing has him laughing as well. he moves in closer as you both quiet down.

“i’m sorry for last night,” he starts. “suguru, it’s o-“ you’re about to say until he places a finger onto your lips to stop you from talking. “no baby. it’s not okay. you should call me out if i’m being an asshole, okay? please baby. i wanna be better for you.” he tells you. and you just smile against his lips “okay, sugi. next time you don’t kiss me when you come in thru the door you’re getting a smack on your ass.” you joke. “i’m serious darling,” he says. “and don’t ever leave me alone in bed. and don’t sleep out on the couch if it’s not with me.”

“yes sir,” you tease making him smile. having had enough of your teasing he grabs your hands in one of his and pins them above your head. he comes in close and you ready yourself for a kiss until you feel his other hand tickling your sides and your burst out of laughing.

you manage to free your hands from his grasp and try to stop him “okay stop okay okay,” you say between laughs. he places kisses under your ear and over you jaw and neck as as you calm down from your laughing fit

“i love you. thank you for keeping up with me,” he tells you seriously. “i love you too, suguru.” you respond with a smile. and a beat later you whisper, “the sex makes it worth it,” eliciting a loud laugh from him.

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mindofharry · 3 months

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Anything

pyscho!harry is my absolute fav. obviously he comes with warnings so if this triggers you please do not read. kidnapping and m!rder mentioned. please send in your thoughts!

Harry liked to watch her.

At first, it was for simple pleasure. He enjoyed going to see his favourite girl after a gruelling day of work. It did not consume him. Not until now. Not until he saw Y/N, his perfect, beautiful, Y/N with another man. Of course, Harry had to do something about this.

And that is why a man is on his basement floor, choking on his own blood.

“Do you get hard thinking about her?” Harry asked manically, kicking the man who lay on the floor. He didn’t wait for a response, moving towards a little desk in the corner of the room. Harry smiled wiggling his fingers at his toys. A gun would be too quick, too messy. A knife is exactly right. He picked up the butcher knife, humming to himself softly. The poor guy was still on the floor in a mixture of blood and vomit. This sight is the only thing that could get him hard, other than Y/N.

“This is going to be incredibly fun. Not for you, but definitely for me,”

Y/N had been stood up. For the fourth time. She wonders if there was something wrong with her. Four times cannot be a coincidence like her friends keep telling her. The men seemed desperate for even a second of her attention and then when given it – radio silence. She just didn't understand. She would get excited, finally having a guy to tell her mother about. And then after three days, that dream guy disappears.

Lana, Y/N’s roommate, and best friend of three years sits in front of her, “You just haven’t found the one that's right for you. “Everything happens for a reason,” she said trying her best to comfort her best friend.

Y/N rolled her eyes.

“I’ve got work. I’ll see you later,” she said, kissing her friend on the cheek and walking away. Y/N had worked at the diner on main street since she was a teenager. Thats where she met most of her admirers. Mostly the elderly locals and the odd few college students cramming for their next exam. Y/N used to be like those students too. Until she dropped out and thought working full time at the diner was better than a law degree.

Y/N quickly pulled her leggings down, along with her pink panties. She walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out her work uniform, which was a white dress, apron, and knee-high sock. She pulled her hair into a ponytail, not giving much thought to it or the make-up that adorned her dresser. Quickly, she put her comfortable sneakers on, grabbed her phone and jacket and made a beeline for the apartment door.

“Working the night shift, so don’t wait up,” Y/N yelled, she heard a quick mumble from Lana and then grabbed the keys on the table beside the door. She always forgot them. The last time she did a night shift, she wobbled home and had to sleep in the hallway as Lana was fast asleep and couldn't hear the calls or bangs from her roommate.

Harry’s day started like it usually did.

He got up. Showered. Got changed and had food. Brushed his teeth and checked on his cats.

And then he butchered someone. Cut them up piece by piece and then throw them in the river. It was a normal morning for him.

He felt hard at the thought.

His alarm on his watch beeped and he sighed happily, it was time to see his girl. Although Y/N didn’t know him and had never actually spoken to him, he knew she loved him the way he loved her. There was no other choice and Y/N is a good girl. She would grow to love him one way or another. Harry looked at himself in the mirror, straightening his tie. Today is the day he would introduce himself, claim her if you will. Every time he saw her, he wanted to ravish her and today would be that day.

While Y/N was serving customers, harry was rechecking the rope in the car. When Y/N started to clean the counters, Harry tripled checked the security cameras. Finally, when Y/N was closing the diner, early in the morning, Harry was behind her.

Instead of flowers behind his back, he held a cloth full of dangerous chemicals.

Y/N spotted him, startled dropping the keys.

“I am so sorry, we just closed,” she apologised bending down to pick up her keys at the same time as this mysterious man. She gazed up at him, being met with green eyes, pale skin, and hot breath. She thought he was beautiful. Tortured, but beautiful.

“It’s ok,” Harry murmured, his ring covered fingers grazed her own sending a shock through her system. Y/N swallowed heavily, not sure if her stomach was producing anxiety or arousal.

“I feel like I know you,” Y/N hummed, finally picking up the keys and straightening herself up, the man did the same.

“Maybe we’ve met in another life,” He smiled, for some reason, Y/N blushed. That would have never worked with any other man. To be honest, she would have made a run for it the minute she saw him if he was not this man.

She put it down to the little male validation she got.

“Maybe,” Y/N replied after a few beats of tensioned silence.

Harry’s heart was beating wildly, not because of the possibility of getting caught but because of this woman. She smiled at him. Blushed at his words.

Oh, he was going to keep her, there was no doubt about it.

“Anyways, I have to get going, I’ll see you around?” Y/N asked, hope invading her voice.

“You’ll be seeing me,” Harry said, grabbing her arms, holding her tight as she squirmed. He placed the cloth to her lips and within seconds her body lay still.

“Mine,”

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suguruplsr · 3 months

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Hiiii, how are you doin' todayyy? :3

Anw, request for suguru based from 'TOO LATE' by Chase Atlantic??? It's a need🙇🙇🙇

TOO LATE

♡ — “Should be obvious, the reason she stayed with me..”

,, x fem! reader , mean sugu , infidelity from reader who had a boyfriend , sex while on phone , slapping (once) , unprotected , light degradation , not proofread , i’m tired idk what else

note : omg c’mere ima kiss u sm i love this song <33 + this rlly rushed :((

“all it took was a little date to get you in my bed? you’re a little too predictable sweetheart..” suguru chuckles into your throat, lips leaving kisses from a man you thought you’d never be in this position with, his bang brushing your skin as you try to explain yourself with weak mewls.

it wasn’t a date. just a hangout at some bar so you could clear your mind after having a fallout with your boyfriend, again. and of course, you ran to suguru, again. but it’s never ended like this, you folded on the same bed you were crying on and taking his dick like a good girl. both of you sweaty and naked under the moonlight peeking through his open blinds. your nails dig into his back as his dick pushes through your gummy walls.

“n-no, i wasn’t— we’re just friends..” you sound so stupid, but god, you know you can’t live with knowing that you cheated. and suguru knows, he knows all too well, with that sexy smirk as he rocks his cock into your delicious pussy. “nah, not anymore baby. all you needed was someone to sweep you up from that deadbeat, yeah?” he coos, moving a hand to your chin while his other stables himself.

his thumb slips between your wet lips, turning your words into little whimpers around the muscle, “yea you did.. don’t worry. i’m here now, all we gotta do is let him know, right?” he whispers, gazing at the pink tongue lolling around his thumb, then pulling at your bottom lip and tutting at the sound of your buzzing phone.

but it was the perfect time, he thinks.

dread fills your body as he reaches over the drawer your phone laid on and grabbed it. you lock your legs around him, distress apparent on your expression, “wait, please do—“ but of course, he answers it, slapping your thigh as a warning, “hello?” suguru cocks his head, a smile on his face, despite the clear disinterest for the words from the male on the other side of the phone.

suguru beams once your boyfriend asks about you, that mean grin curling on his lips as he finally directs his attention to you. he covers your mouth while he places the phone beside you, muffling your whines as his cock fills you up to the hilt. “oh she’s right here. y’know you should be careful with what you say to her. she still a bit.. sensitive.” a snicker lays under his voice, unconsciously licking his lips at the sight of your tears, trying to catch your breath silently as you hear your boyfriend’s worried voice.

“hey baby, are you there? im sorry for what i said.. it’s been days since you’ve been home..” he sighs over the phone, and you know you have no right to want to roll your eyes at the words that he’s said countless times. but you can’t because suguru rolls his hips, a hand placed right above your pelvis area. “um— oh god, i-it’s okay..” you try to bite your lip, eyes flickering from the pure bliss of suguru beginning to fuck into you slowly. allowing you to feel every ridge and bump of his dick, tip all mushroomy and hitting your cervix when he’d thrust just a bit too far.

“are you okay there? is geto still there? you sound like you had too much to drink.” you can practically see the concerned look on your boyfriend’s face, oblivious to the fact that you’re getting fucked out your mind by the said man. your eyes dart up to suguru, who clicks his tongue, rolling his eyes down at you and gesturing for you to keep talking. “m’fine.. just— i think we should talk later.” your breath hitches as suguru gives you a harsh thrust, probably disappointed with your words.

but soon a moan escapes you as he rubs your clit, your hand flying to your mouth while your other goes to your phone. “fuckin’ dummy..” suguru murmurs, grabbing your hand that almost hung up the phone, “what the fuck? what’s going on?” your boyfriend's mood changes in an instance from hearing the unfamiliar sound that he could never pull from you.

even on a good day.

“jesus christ— i’m fucking your girl.” suguru groans, almost fed up and slapping your cheek lightly. “thought you could get out of this huh?” he says condescendingly, then squeezing your cheeks together and kissing you roughly. “nono w-wasn’t gonna.. m’sorry, please don’t.” you whine against his lips, fat tears rolling down your face. but the dark haired man could care less, biting your ruined lips before pulling away.

“shh, just doing you a favor.” he towers over you, ignoring the yells that can be heard over the device beside your head. his hips finally move again, knocking into you with a heavy pounding that makes you forget about your beloved. “can you shut the fuck up? just listen to how good i make her feel.” your moans surround the bedroom, body shaking and squelching being heard from where you two are connected.

your boyfriend goes silent, probably turned on from the sounds of your pleasure. despite being so eager to call the secondary man, suguru finds it easier to focus now that he’s silent. wanting to give a little goodbye for that manipulative goody two shoes of yours. and as you cum, ears ringing and fingers grabbing the closest things to you, suguru grabs your phone, hips stuttering as he struggles to swipe to the camera, taking a multitude of pictures of your beautiful fucked out expression.

but he only sends the one picture that shows his cum covering your tummy. that’s the best that little fucker will get.

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gingerbloof · 4 months

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red (astarion x fem fighter!tav)

contents: light smut, fingering, tav getting injured, blood, fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of other companions (Halsin, Shadowheart, Lae'zel, Gale), bathing/skinny dipping in a hot spring Astarion being an absolute sweetheart, use of safe word (hard stop), non-sexual intimacy

author's note: gahhh finally i got this request finished! this is a anon request from my smut prompt list (which you can find in my masterlist!) it's more fluff/hurt/comfort than smut, because i wanted to change it up a bit since its been rather smutty on my blog thus far, but regardless, i hope you all enjoy! (image taken from @dailyastarionpics) word count: 3,821

It was yet another excruciating day of traveling Faerun, and unfortunately with no leads on curing your ceremorphosis. You and your party drudged their feet sluggishly back into camp, wishing for nothing but the sweet release of sleep. Even though the sun was already starting to peak over the horizon and morning dew started to bead on each blade of grass your tired feet landed on.

Karlach, half asleep already, started the pointless fire as Shadowheart went around to heal everyone. Once she made your way to you, her eyes widened. She brushed silver bangs off her face so she could look at you clearly. Her face grew with worry as she spoke.

“Tav… How did that happen?” She asked, pointing to your ribs. Your face scrunched up in confusion as you looked down at yourself. You then see a horrific wound that wrapped from the front side of your ribcage that wrapped around to your back. You stare at it wearily, blood dripping down your skin and mixing with the dirt under your feet.

You suddenly grew pale as you felt the adrenaline from your last battle start to wear off. You tried your best to keep your composure. Years as a fighter taught you that there was no use in submitting to any wounds you may have gotten from battle. Lae’zel admired that about you, which is why it surprised you when she looked over from her tent and raised her eyebrows in surprise and rush over to you.

“Tsk’va! Tav what the hells happened?!” She asked, a very rare worried tone in her voice.

You let out a sound between a chuckle and a scoff. “It’s just a… scratch,” The last word was soft and breathy, then you felt your body begin to sway, and your surroundings blur, until darkness clouded over you. The last thing you heard was your beloved fanged partner shout “Darling!” before you submitted to the pitch blackness of unconsciousness.

***

You woke up with a groan, pain shooting through your side. You open your eyes slowly, the world slowly coming back into focus. You were snug in your bedroll, shirtless, and caked in sweat. The injury you got must’ve infected you at some point and gave you a fever, which was now thankfully breaking.

You looked down at your injury and saw that it was quickly healing, probably thanks to the help of both Halsin and Shadowheart. Careful stitches held your broken flesh together, which you knew was thanks to Astarion, whom you barely noticed was right next to you reading a book. You started to sit up as he snapped his book shut and shifted so he was on his side facing you.

“Easy, darling!” He said concerningly, laying you back down slowly. You looked up at him with sleepy eyes as you allowed him to lay you back down. “You’re still in a bit of bad shape, no sudden movement, alright?” He said soothingly, running his slender pale fingers through your hair and laying a kiss on your forehead.

You sighed softly with a bit of frustration, leaning into his kiss. “I’m fine, my love…” You said, your voice low and gruff. “‘Tis but a flesh wound, I promise.”

He rolled his eyes at you. “‘My love, I don’t believe a ‘flesh wound’ would cause you to collapse from blood loss and get… twelve stitches,” He said, glancing briefly at your injury and counting them quickly. “We also had to pull a rather big chunk of metal out of your side…” You sigh again and carefully cross your arms over your chest, pouting at him. “I’ve had a lot worse, you know,” You said in a snarky tone, pointing to the big gash in your face that you had gotten years ago.

He gasped and placed his hand over his chest in a sarcastic manner. “Oh, I’m so sorry! It seems I have forgotten that such a strong bodied fighter such as yourself doesn’t need any comfort,” He said cheekily, the corners of his mouth curving into a smirk as your face flushed bright red.

“I-I didn’t say that!” You pouted even more, turning your head away from him. Regardless of your strong outer shell, he always brought out your very well hidden soft interior. He was the only one who could do it, and knowing that inflated his already massive ego.

He laughed heartily at your reaction, gently taking your chin in his cold hand and turning your head back around to face him. “You are utterly adorable,” He cooed, giving you a quick smooch on the lips. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up, darling. No offense, my love, but you smell like death.”

You frown and sniff yourself briefly, the smell of stale blood and sweat assaulting your nostrils. How embarrassing… You nodded, and he very carefully helped you up. He pulled off his own nightshirt for you to wear, and linked your arm with his so you didn’t stumble.

As you exit your tent, the assaulting rays of the afternoon sun almost blind you. You squint in the light and use your hand to shield your eyes as Shadowheart and Halsin quickly rush over to you both, relief washing over their faces.

“Tav! You’re awake, thank Selune!” Shadowheart beamed, cupping your face gently. You smile warmly at her and chuckle. As your best friend, other than Astarion of course, Shadowheart was always giving you sweet friendly touches. You adored having someone like her around.

Halsin was next to speak, his large frame thankfully shielding the sun from your still very tired eyes. “Thank the Oak Father… We were worried your injuries were far too grave for us to heal alone. Good to see we were wrong,” He smiled warmly at you. “How are you feeling?”

You shrugged as you leaned against Astarion a bit more. “I’m okay, it just hurts a bit. We’re going to the river to clean up quickly,” You respond, reassuring them that you were fine. “Of course if she’s alright enough to do so,” Astarion chimed in, lifting your shirt enough for the healers to take a look at it.

Shadowheart hummed and reached her hand out, chanting a soft “Te curo” as a soft blue light wrapped around your injury. This eased the pain quite a bit, and from the looks of it, her simple healing word seemed to have closed the gash up just a bit more. A sigh of relief left your lips as you said a silent thank you to her.

“I think she will be fine, but I do recommend going to the hot spring, the warmth of the water and the healing properties of nature should make her feel good as new,” Halsin said. Astarion smiled at both of them. “Thank you, we shall take our leave for now, then,”

As you both turn to head towards the spring, Halsin spoke out to you once again. “Would you two mind if I joined?” A small but sweet smirk on his face. Both you and Astarion chuckled. You had both indulged yourselves with Halsin before, so it was always on the table when the time seemed right. Astarion looked to you to silently ask if that was alright, and you shook your head. You just wanted him right now…

Astarion replied on your behalf. “Mmm, tempting, but not tonight, druid. I hope you can understand.” Halsin nodded, fully understanding. “Of course. Enjoy yourselves, both of you.”

After walking for a few meters you found the spring. Neither of you have seen it before, so you both took a moment to soak up the view. There was a beautiful waterfall in the distance that led to the river, and mountains could be seen just beyond it. Moss covered rocks were placed conveniently around the steaming body of water, perfect to sit on to dip your feet in, and the trees hung low enough to lightly diminish the harsh ways of the afternoon sun from your view.

You smiled and sighed softly at the view. It was breathtaking. Astarion, however, was entranced by a different view. You.

You felt his eyes upon you and looked over to him, your eyes immediately locking with his. You tried to play it cool, looking back at the spring before you. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” You asked softly. He stepped closer to you, gently placing his hand on your hip and carefully pulling you closer, minding your wound. “Not as beautiful as you, my love,” He purred softly, placing a kiss on your forehead. You flush deeply, and not just from the steam of the spring.

You both stay there for a moment, enjoying each other’s company. He sighed a contentful sigh as he pulled away from you briefly. “Come now, my love. Let’s get you all cleaned up,” He smiled. You nodded and started removing his shirt from yourself, but he quickly stopped you, taking your hands for a brief moment. “Let me, my dear,” He gently lifted the shirt off of you, careful not to let you lift your arms up too far. The shirt pulled off of you, revealing your bruised and injured body. Crusted up blood flaked over your skin, but regardless Astarion still looked at you like you were the most beautiful being in all the Relms.

Your small clothes came next. He slowly slipped them down around your ankles leaving you bare. Astarion soon followed suit, yanking down his pants and slowly stepping into the warm water. He reached his hand out to you and you took it, following him into the water.

You sigh in relief, the warmth of the water immediately relaxing your tired muscles. You stepped further into the pool, sinking down until the water was just above your breasts. Astarion went back over to the rock he left his trousers on and pulled out a bar of soap, which you hardly even noticed he grabbed. You raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Let me guess… Stolen?” You jabbed, crossing your arms lightly. Astarion half shrugged nonchalantly. “Only from Gale,” He responded with a chuckle. You roll your eyes and shake your head playfully. You weren’t surprised, he always took the opportunity to take anything important as he saw fit, especially if it was from Gale. He made his way back over to you, getting the bar of soap wet and lathering it in his hands. “Turn around, my love,” He said softly, taking your shoulders and spinning you in the water gently so your back was to him.

You comply and briefly dip yourself further into the water to wet the rest of your body. As you stood back up he placed a soft kiss on the nape of your neck and started his work. He scrubbed away the grime and flaked blood off the backs of your shoulders. You hum happily, wrapping your arm around to gently wrap your fingers around his beautiful silver locks. He wrapped his arms carefully around you, pulling you further into him. He placed soft kisses along the shell of your ear as the lather made its way to your chest and torso.

He continued to clean you innocently and sweetly for a few more moments until he turned you around. The way the suds of the soap encompassed your breasts and the golden rays of the sun making your wet skin glow flipped a switch inside of him. You were the most ethereal thing he had ever gazed upon.

You were entranced with him too. The sunlight bounced off of his beautiful pale skin, and he almost appeared to shimmer in it. His ruby eyes glinted as he looked at you, nothing but love and devotion filling them.

“You know…” He started softly, tracing the backs of his knuckles down your arm, gazing down your figure. “I can think of some other ways to relieve some tension, darling,” His voice was a hungry purr now, honeyed words floating sweetly into your ears like a soft lullaby. You nibbled your bottom lip as you watched his movements as his hand creeped down to the front of your thigh. Once again, you tried playing it cool, despite the ever growing heat in your core. “W-What do you mean?” You asked softly.

A low chuckle left his lips. “Don’t be coy, darling. You know exactly what I mean,” A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as his fingertips gently grazed across your folds, making your breath hitch in your throat. “What’s the matter, my sweet? Cat got your tongue?” He hooked his index finger to part your folds and catch against your clit, brushing against it gently.

You grabbed his hand in an attempt to push his fingers against your swollen bundle of nerves more to get some much needed friction. He stiffened his hand, not allowing you to move it. He clicked his tongue in disapproval and shook his head, the corners of his mouth lifting in yet another devious smirk.

“Patience, my sweet,” He purred next to your ear, his other arm snaking around and gripping your ass gently, pulling you further into him.

You stumbled a bit into him, clearly flustered by his bluntness. Uncharacteristic for someone of your class and background, but you didn’t care. Astarion brought a side out of you that you haven’t felt safe enough to channel in years, and you were very grateful for him for it.

He chuckled at your apparent shyness, placing soft kisses along your ear making you shiver. “S-Star…” You whimpered, making him groan. He loved that nickname, and you always knew the right times to use it. “Yes, darling? What is it?” He replied smugly, his feather light touches grazing your folds again, making you tense up.

“Please…” You mumble, making him groan in playful frustration. “My darling, we’ve gone over this multiple times… You must– say it with me now… use your words,” You shyly said those three cursed words along with him. As he said, you have gone over it multiple times, but you were much too stubborn to give in and actually tell him what you wanted. That was, until you were too desperate for him not to care anymore. Just like how you were right now.

“Astarion,” You said sternly, trying to keep up your strong facade. “I want you to touch me. Use your fingers. Please.” The last word you spoke was soft and breathy, your stubbornness bending like a hammer to hot steel. He grinned, his fangs glinting in the glow of the setting sun. Gods, he is beautiful…

“Of course, my love. Whatever you need,” He purred, his fingers finally placing soft pressure against your hard clit. You gasped softly as he used those two slender fingers to massage soft circles into it. You shivered, despite the hot steamy water that surrounded you both, and grasped onto his shoulders, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

He gently ran his fingers through your hair as he continued to stroke the fire in your core. To the innocent bystander, it might’ve looked like you were just having a sweet romantic hug in the water, but down below the surface, he was giving you endless pleasure, quickly bringing you to the point of no return.

With you being inexperienced when you started being intimate with one another, it never took you long to reach an orgasm, especially if he was the one touching you. He chuckled as he felt your body tremble against his. Your blunt fingernails gently dug into his skin as you felt your orgasm creep closer and closer. Normally, he would make you ask to come because he relished in the sounds of you begging. However, given the circumstances, he decided to play nice with you today.

“That’s it, my pet… Let go,” He whispered, kissing along your shoulder gently. His pace quickened, earning him a soft airy gasp from you. Your breath wavered as his fingers continued their quickening pace against your clit, your legs starting to tremble. “A-Astarion…!” You choked out, grasping onto him for dear life. He hummed in approval as his pace quickened once again, making your eyes snap shut and let out a delicious, loud moan.

Your orgasm crashed into you like the waterfall behind you crashing into the river, your whole body twitching and spasming. You almost fell over from how hard you came, but thankfully Astarion’s stiff body kept you upright. He slowed his pace, riding you through your orgasm and whispering sweet praises into your ear. “There you go, my sweet… What a good girl you are,” He peppered kisses along your neck as he slowly withdrew his hand.

You panted as you looked at him. Your face was beet red, and your brow was starting to bead sweat from the heat of the spring and your orgasm. He smiled sweetly down at you and caressed your cheek. “Would you like more?” He asked, as you felt his cock throb against you. You nodded eagerly, slipping your hand down beneath the water to stroke him gently. He took your wrist and shook his head.

“Please, my dear… Allow me,” He purred. He gently guided you over to a nearby rock to the shallower end of the pool. “Bend over here, darling,” He gently coaxed. You were quick with your actions, yet careful. You didn’t want to reopen your wound. You gently bent over the rock, arching your back slightly for him. He came behind you and stared at your swollen cunt, dripping with ecstasy and still twitching from your previous orgasm. He ran his hands across the swell of your ass and down the sides of your thighs, groaning softly. “Beautiful…”

He took his cock and gently pressed the tip against your hole. “Are you ready, my sweet? Are you ready to be stretched by my cock?” He asked, his tone sweet and innocent despite the filthy words. You nodded eagerly, arching your back a bit more in an attempt to push yourself onto him. “Y-Yes… Please, I need you…” You replied, your voice full of desperation.

The eagerness in your words was all the confirmation he needed. He slowly started to roll his hips into you, pressing each inch of his cock further and further into you. You moaned loudly as you stretched around him and clenched. He hissed in pleasure at your tightness as he thrust slowly in and out of you, closing his eyes. You growled softly at the feeling of you. “Gods, Tav… You feel so fucking good,” He said, pressing into you harder, earning a loud yelp from you.

Sometimes, especially in moments of insatiable desire such as this, Astarion could be a bit rough with you. It was almost like he went feral from your sounds and the feeling of you pulsating around him. Thus, you have agreed upon a word that either of you could use if things got out of hand. Neither of you had to use it yet, but if he kept up this harsh, rough pace, you would have to use it.

His speed increased, thus his roughness. The pleasure started turning into a soft, manageable pain as the tip of his cock pounded against your cervix. He must not have noticed your body tense, because he kept going, wrapping his hands around your waist, accidentally touching your stitched wound.

That is what made you say it.

“R-Red!! Astarion, red!”

His eyes snapped open as he stopped, pulling out of you quickly and turning you around gently, his face broken with worry. “Oh, my dear, I am so sorry… Did that hurt? Are you okay?” He asked, checking your wound briefly to see if he had accidentally reopened it. You panted softly, trembling a bit. You winced softly with pain. “I-It was just my injury… I think I’ll be okay,” You reassured him, feeling bad that you had ruined the moment. He shook his head. “No, darling… Let’s stop, I don’t want to cause any more harm to you. I-i don’t know what got into me, I-”

You noticed he started rambling a bit and… Tearing up. You had yet to see him cry about anything, so this surprised you. Your face grew with worry as you caressed his cheek. “Hey… It’s okay, I’m okay,” You said gently. He leaned into your touch and shook his head again. “Gods I am so sorry…” He apologized again, his voice laced with guilt. You kissed him sweetly on the nose and smiled at him. “My heart, I’m okay. Thank you for stopping when I said it.” He chuckled at that. “Of course I stopped. I want nothing more than for you to be comfortable,” He said gently, placing a soft peck on your lips. You kissed him back and smiled warmly. You had never had anyone who cared about your safety and wellbeing as much as he did, nor him with you. You both felt so safe together, and absolutely nothing could ruin that.

He pulled away slightly and took the bar of soap again, coaxing you over with his finger. “Come, my love, let’s finish getting you washed up.”

After you both bathed, you stayed in the spring for a few hours, talking about everything and nothing and enjoying each other’s company. The moon had risen a while ago, bathing you both in its faint blue light. You stared up at the moon as you sunk down into the water to your shoulders. You barely noticed the wound anymore, and you felt relaxed and very well healed.

Astarion had gotten out a few minutes ago to dry off. He stared at you and had a devilish idea. He smirked to himself as he slowly slipped back into the water, trying not to make too much noise. He snuck up behind you, totally oblivious. Just as he was about to splash you with water, you flipped around and got his face and hair soaking wet, making him groan in frustration. “Gahh, my hair! My beautiful hair!” He pouted, making you laugh hysterically. “Sneaking up on a fighter, really, my love?” You said through laughs. He scowled a bit, then started to laugh as well. “Foolish idea, I know…” He admitted, wading closer to you. “But you didn’t have to ruin my hair…” He whined. You grin evilly at him, lifting your hand to his head.

“No, no! Stay back, you!” He shouted as he tried to get away from you. You chased him around the pool for a bit, laughter and playful banter filling the night.

Halsin and Shadowheart were silently watching you both from the clearing just before the pool, smiling sweetly. “She seems to be doing a lot better now, doesn’t she, Halsin?” Shadowheart queried, making Halsin chuckle as he replied. “What can I say… Love certainly is the best medicine.”

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yeahspider · 5 months

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morning light 🫀

Ve’s note - comfort bang chan fic . alcohol and puke mention . reader is a mess and chan is there to clean her up . sparsely proofread bc im a lil drunk . enjoy !!

you knocked on what you could only hope was his apartment . but with all the liquor in your system you could barely tell if you were even in earth at the moment . your skull pounding and ear throbbing . it felt lien you were still back in the club . surrounded by people who could give a fuck rather you made it home safe or not . you leaned your head against (maybe) chris’ door . your limbs felt so heavy . you should’ve stopped after the second shot . you have work tomorrow morning for gods sake . but with the way life is going it was hard to car about the consequences of your recklessness .

you were dragged out of your spiraling thoughts by the door opening . causing you to go crashing to someone’s chest .

“it’s four in the morning . where have you been ?” you heard the disappointed voice of your roommate chris say . so you had knocked on the right door . nice . finally you did something right . you couldn’t find the words to explain to him what you had been up to all night . and even if you did you don’t have the heart to tell him . you felt him pick your body up . head falling back with the weight of your drunk .

“let’s get you cleaned up .” you could cry at the disappointment that leaked into his sigh . setting you down on what you realized was a toilet you waited until chris tapped your cheek to open your eyes . closing them back up with a groan as the white lights of his bathroom blinded you . you heard him leave as your head continued to spin . you felt the bile race up your esophagus as everyone ounce of liquor you had the past few hours came back up . sobs racked your body as you you headed hurried steps making their way to the bathroom . chris comes careening around the corner at a speed which would be comical if you weren’t thing up your guts right now . his hands found their way to your hair as he moved it out the way . hushing your cries as he rubbed your back . encouraging you to get everything out your system .

after what felt like an eternity . you lifted your head from the bowl to come face to face with a concerned chris . eyes big and watering as you apologized . humiliation filling your veins .

“you’re fine it’s okay don’t worry about it”

but it wasn’t fine . you weren’t fine and you hadn’t been for a long time . you take the cup of water he offers you . gulping down the water hoping it would quench the turmoil in your gut . the next few minutes consisted of chris brushing your teeth , removing your makeup . and helping you change into and old tshirt of his . every tough to your skin was gentle . as if you were glass on the verge of breaking . he tucked you into your bed as you continue to sniffle . as he presses a kiss your forehead and turns to leave you grab his arm . silently begging he’ll catch the hint and lay down with you .

crawling into bed behind you he tucks your body into his own . your head rests on his chest as more sobs leave your body . you feel so protected and cared for and it tears you up inside . he deserves so much more than you could ever give him . kisses are pressed into your hair as you feel the strings of unconsciousness tugging on you .

“it’s okay my love sleep i’ll be here when you wake .”

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happy74827 · 5 months

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Christmas War

[Harvey Specter x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: In what started as a harmless joke, turned into a full obliteration. And it’s all thanks to Harvey.

WC: 2893

Category: Mega Fluff

Since it’s now officially December, I thought I would start the holidays off right with a fluffy Harvey fic. Enjoy.

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Harvey was many things: A partner, a best friend, a family member...But none of those things mattered as much as you did at this moment. You practically glowed like an angel as you slept soundly in his bed, his white button-up shirt laying over your bare chest like a blanket, protecting you from the slight chill that lingered in the apartment.

He felt a little bad, just slightly, for what he was about to do, but the idea was too embedded in his mind now for him to stop. So, he slowly lifted a hand to your arm, gently shaking you awake.

"Mmmm..." you groaned quietly, the sound soft and angelic. It sent a wave of heat through him that he wasn't sure he could handle, but he was determined to see it through.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," He said a little louder, and you finally blinked your eyes open. They were a little cloudy as you looked around in a daze, your mouth slack as you yawned.

"Morning..." You mumbled, blinking as Harvey's shirt slid down your chest a bit more. It took you a moment to register Harvey hovering over you in the dimly lit room, but as soon as you did, you sat up and quickly pulled the shirt through your arms, wearing it like you were supposed to.

That’s when you noticed the small tray in his hands. He had a plate of eggs and toast, some coffee and orange juice, as well as a large bouquet of amaryllis.

"What’s all this?" You asked as you tried to compose yourself. Harvey sat down on the bed next to you, placing the tray between you.

"I made you breakfast." He said simply, smiling a little at you.

"Yeah... I can see that. But why?" You asked, looking between him and the tray. "It's not even 7 o'clock, and I'm sure you haven't even been awake that long..." You glanced at the coffee. "Or had enough coffee to be up before me."

Harvey chuckled and rubbed the back of his head.

"Well, I figured since you’re big on that Christmas stuff, you deserved to have breakfast in bed, with flowers, just like the movies," he smiled and shrugged, "I thought it would be romantic, but if you don't think so... I’ll just..."

“No, no, I like it, I love it... Give it to me." You laughed a little, taking the tray from Harvey.

You picked up the flowers and brought them to your nose, inhaling their sweet scent. Harvey was always doing things like this for you, whether it be helping you with your writing or just spending a quiet night in with a book and some tea. You never felt more at home than when you were with Harvey, and he was always so kind and gentle to you, so it wasn't exactly surprising that he'd be a romantic at heart.

“Oh, Harvey, you shouldn't have..." you smiled at him as you set the flowers down, taking up your toast and a slice of egg.

"Yeah, well, I wanted to," he grinned a bit, "I like making you smile."

You chuckled a little, chewing on your food.

"That's good to hear," you said with your mouth full, "Because I like it when you do."

He gave you a soft smile, and your heart fluttered as he ran a hand through your hair. Soft, gentle fingers as he brushed your bangs aside.

"Good..." He whispered.

You placed your hand on top of his as he brought it down to your cheek, gently stroking it with his thumb as he leaned down to kiss you softly. You smiled against his lips, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you kissed him back. He pulled back to look at you, his brown eyes glowing as they stared into your own.

"Make sure to have a taste of that coffee while it's hot," he whispered as he rested his forehead on yours, "I made it just how you like it."

Your cheeks were rosy, and your heart was racing. You giggled a little and looked up at him through your lashes, opening your mouth to say something.

But he just shoved the coffee into your hand, taking your fork from you to cut up your eggs for you.

"And have some of this, too," he said as he cut up a piece of toast, "You’re going to need this after that…”

“After what?”

The question seemed so far off, but it was answered when you decided to finally take a sip of the coffee he made you.

You spat it out into the mug, coughing a little as it burned your throat. You wheezed as Harvey patted your back, laughing at you a little.

"What's wrong?!" He asked, sounding concerned, but you knew he wasn’t. He had that mischievous glint in his eye that meant he was up to no good.

You shoved the cup at him, scowling as he took it from your hands.

"I can't believe you..." you coughed, "I thought you were being serious."

Harvey's smile only grew as he sipped his coffee, humming to himself.

"Oh, I am," he said as he leaned down, kissing your cheek, "I think you’re just being a bit… salty."

You groaned in annoyance and tried to get up, but Harvey caught your arms in his hands, pinning you back down in place.

"Salt? Why would you—"

"Because you're always so sweet with your words... I thought it would be nice if you had a taste of what you put out… down there," he smirked, and you couldn't help but blush a bit.

"Harvey! That is so gross," you whined as you covered your face with your hands.

"Mm, yeah, but it's hot."

"Oh, my God..."

He laughed again as he pulled you close to him, and you sighed. You knew he wasn't going to let you leave the bed, so you just gave in to him, snuggling closer as you watched him take another sip of his coffee, the non-tainted one.

The warmth of his body seeped into yours, and the scent of his cologne surrounded you, and you felt at ease with him. He always smelt so good.

Your eyes traveled down his torso, stopping at the bottom of his shirt. You traced the outline of his waistband with your eyes, wanting to move further down, but you stopped yourself.

"You know what, this is war.”

He grinned and sat back, leaning against the headboard.

"Is that so?" He asked, holding out your cup for you to take. "I hope you're prepared to lose, then."

You smacked it away, causing him to laugh at you again, but you held determination in your eyes. You took a moment to compose yourself before you crawled over him, placing a kiss on his lips.

"You underestimate me," you whispered against his mouth, "You haven't seen what I'm capable of..."

"Oh yeah?" he grinned, "Then I guess I should take you down now while I can."

He wrapped his arms around you as you kissed him again, parting your lips as you ran your tongue along his bottom lip. You gasped softly when he pulled you closer; your bodies pressed together as you fell into the mattress, Harvey's body on top of you. The tray was long forgotten as he broke away from your mouth to kiss down your neck and chest, his hands running under the shirt he let you borrow.

You didn’t forget about the salt incident when that morning came to pass, though. The thought of revenge was engrained in the back of your mind that entire week, attempting to come up with the perfect plan—the perfect revenge. You had an idea, but you definitely needed help, so you called the two people who you knew would take every opportunity to ruin Harvey's life if they could...

And then the day came, the day just before Christmas Eve. Harvey, as usual, strolled into the firm, not a care in the world. At least, not until he came upon his office.

“What the hell is…? Donna? What is this?!" Harvey was standing in the doorway of his office, looking at his desk.

The once clean, neat desk was now covered in complete decorations, lights, tinsel, and a bright red bow on his computer. Not to mention how the desk was wrapped in several rolls of shiny, green gift wrap paper.

"A Christmas gift, obviously," Donna said, not even bothering to look up from her paperwork.

He walked inside, and that’s when he realized it wasn’t just his desk. It was everything. The walls were decorated with wrapping paper, some of the framed pictures on the wall had been taken out of their frames, placed into small red boxes and set on top of the filing cabinet. God, even his signed basketballs.

"Donna, what the hell is all this?!" He asked, a hint of panic in his voice.

"I told you. A Christmas gift." She replied as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

"Why?! When did you even—"

“Look at the ceiling; that’s my favorite part. The lights are so pretty!"

He looked up at the ceiling, his eyes wide. It wasn't just tinsel, lights, and wrapping paper.

It was Louis. Everywhere.

Louis’ face covered every inch of the ceiling. His mouth open in a smile with a Santa hat that was photoshopped on his head. It was the worst thing he could think of, and yet, somehow, it was the most impressive thing at the same time. It was a conundrum.

“That one was my idea.” Mike came in with his own grin on his face, taking a bite out of a donut, the red frosting dripping off the side as he held it in his hand.

"…You’re in on this? I can't believe you two..." Harvey dropped his bag to the floor, falling into his chair and just staring at the decorations.

"You do realize what this is, right?" Mike asked, looking up at the ceiling with humor in his eyes.

"This is me being punished,” Harvey sighed. He looked to the door, expecting you to pop out at any minute, but you never did.

Donna smirked a little and looked over at him, "It’s not over yet."

"I have a feeling I'm about to find that out," Harvey mumbled under his breath as she walked out.

"Merry Christmas, Harvey!" Donna called as she left his office, and he could only roll his eyes.

The day passed slowly, and Harvey couldn't take his eyes off Louis, who was smiling down on him all day, even if he was so far away. Every time he tried to do his paperwork, read, or work on a case, Louis' face was just there, staring at him. It was both horrifying and brilliant.

And yet, somehow, he kept going until it was just after 9. He was finishing up his work for the day, just as he normally would. He was almost done, in fact, but he heard the familiar click of Donna's heels coming up to his door. He didn't even have to look up at her to know she had you with her; he could practically hear the giggles.

"Come in," he sighed.

Donna opened the door, holding it open for you to walk in first, and then she shut it behind her, leaving you in the room alone with him.

You were wearing a long, black winter coat that was too large for your small frame, but it looked good on you nonetheless. Your hands were hidden in your pockets as you looked up at him, smiling and biting your lip.

"Merry Christmas, Harvey." You said sweetly, walking over to his desk.

"Yeah, Merry Christmas to you too." He sighed as he leaned back in his chair, taking a look at the clock on his wall. It was also wrapped in your Christmas paper, but this one had snowflakes on it.

“How’d you get Jessica to allow this? She’s usually so strict on this stuff."

You laughed quietly and shrugged your shoulders.

"She liked it. She thought it was a good idea," you bit your lip a little, "It was pretty easy, actually."

"You mean you begged her until she agreed to do this to me?" He smirked.

"That's right. But it was worth it, wasn't it?" You smiled, reaching into your coat pocket. You pulled out a small box of wrapping paper with shiny green bows on it.

"What is that?" He asked, pointing at it.

"I don't know, but I bet it's pretty amazing," you grinned, placing it down on the desk in front of him. “Guess you have to open it and find out."

Harvey slowly leaned forward, taking the box in his hands. He had a feeling he knew what it was before he even unwrapped it, and he could only sigh.

Sure enough, it was exactly what he figured—a small bag of the finest Epstein salt, just for him.

"So, what'd you think?" You asked with a proud grin, and he smiled up at you.

"I think this is the most elaborate, disgusting, amazing thing I've ever seen in my life."

“Just wait til you see the apartment. It's a Christmas wonderland," you laughed as you watched Harvey’s face turn into complete horror.

That face of horror returned the second he unlocked the keys to his apartment. You had taken him there to show him what you did before your dinner reservations, and you knew what was coming.

He opened the door, and you weren't lying. You had decorated every inch of the apartment, using decorations he wouldn't have expected, but you were so thorough that it was like every room had its own theme.

The living room, kitchen, bathroom, and even his bedroom had its own theme of Christmas decorations, and Harvey's jaw nearly hit the floor. You were able to get Mike during the day when he went to see Rachel, and he did the ceilings and walls while you went around all the furniture.

It looked like you were on a Christmas vacation, in fact. There was so much to take in, so much to see, so Harvey walked around in shock, not even bothering to remove his coat or shoes before he did.

"Oh, my God," he whispered, "Oh, my God..."

"Yeah, I know," you giggled as he walked to the kitchen, taking a look in. "We ran out of Louis pictures, though, so it's not as perfect as I wanted it.”

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, smiling a little as you bit your lip, looking a little bashful.

"All this because of some salty coffee?"

"What can I say, Harvey?" You asked, walking up behind him. "I just can't let something like that go without retaliation."

He turned around to face you, and you had your arms already stretched out, ready to hug him, but he decided to chase you instead.

And once he had you, he wouldn't let you go. His arms were wrapped around you, your face pressed against his chest as he kissed the top of your head, holding you tight.

"I hate you," he whispered into your hair, and you looked up at him.

“I love you too.” You smiled sweetly as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Unbeknownst to him, though, you had one final surprise that would knock him off his feet.

That night, you were cuddled up in bed with a book, waiting for Harvey to get out of the shower. Once he did and headed towards his side of the bed, you sat up and smiled. The book went out of your hands in a heartbeat.

He wore nothing but a towel around his waist, and his hair was still damp as he went over to his drawer to pull out some pajamas. You watched him quietly, waiting patiently.

"Can you grab me the bottoms on your side of the drawer?" He asked, pulling out his top drawer. His face was quick to turn into a look of confusion as he opened it. "What the—"

You sat up and walked over to him, pressing your finger to his lips as you watched his eyes look down.

His top drawer that consisted his underwear was now completely covered in the Christmas spirit. Every single pair that was in there was wrapped in green, silver, and gold. And to top it all off, that was where all the remaining Louis pictures were hidden.

“You just got Litt up.” You said with a smirk.

His palm pressed against his face as he groaned into it. He was most definitely disappointed in you, but you knew deep down that he was more proud than anything.

"You're evil," he scoffed, turning and lowering his head to look at you, and that look told you everything you needed to know. "but damn are you good.”

"Told you I would win." You chuckled and leaned up, kissing his cheek. “Guess you’ll have to try your luck next year.”

Harvey might always win in the world of law, but in his heart, he knew you always would be the winner when it came to the two of you.

And that was a loss Harvey could live with.

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ju1cyfru1t · 8 months

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Heeeeey! First of all, I wanted to say that I love your writing style! It's amazing and it's making me feel emotions♡! Second - I hope you have an excellent and nice day or night!

Can I request headcanons about Leo crushing on reader? And that he is so in love that it causes annoyance to his brothers, especially Donnie, that he decides to help his twin get the Reader?

If it's too much, you can ignore that, that's totally fine!

(and I'm sorry for any grammatical errors, English is not my first language, Haha!)

THANK YOU POOKIE I REALLY APPRECIATE IT 🤭🤭🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 HOPE YOU LIKE IT

Rise! Leo x gn! reader crush Headcanons + Drabble

fluff :D, contains swearing

- literally eats up any and all attention you give him

- maybe just slightly very delusional

- like you could just brush past him and he’s like

- “did you guys see that? they’re sooooo into me.”

- whatever you gotta tell yourself, pal.

- Him? Laying awake at night thinking about you? Whaaaat? That’s crazy, couldn’t be him.

- except for the part where it is, and it’s interrupting his precious beauty sleep.

- def would wake up one of his brothers *COUGH*DONNIE

- “Psssst…Donnie~..DONNIE! Are you awake? Great! Hey, did you notice earlier when Y/N-“

- someone tell him to shut the fuck up about you. Jk not that they haven’t tried, Leo just doesn’t listen.

- ABSOLUTELY believes that he is incredibly smooth

- The worst pick-up lines you have ever heard in your entire life + just him (trying) to flirt with you ALL DAY EVERY DAY bitch doesn’t let you have a moment of peace

- You have no idea what you’ve done. To him sure, but mostly to Raph, Mikey, Donnie, and even April.

-“Aaappprriiilll, did Y/N say anything about me when you saw them?…No? Oh.🥲”

- Leo is forward and confident towards you, he ain’t trying to hide anything. Trust me, you don’t know how anxious this makes him because of his deep rooted insecurities BUT THAT’S A STORY FOR ANOTHER TIME-

- esp if he can’t tell if you are feeling what he is, yk?

- MEANWHILE, Donnie is one “Y/N” away from finally snapping (and becoming a mad scientist)

- EVERYONE is growing tired of this. It’s not that they aren’t happy their brother found someone he’s interested in, but oh my god.

- But Donnie would do anything, and I mean anything, for more than 5 minutes of peace.

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So there Donatello was, peering around the corner watching you, Mikey, and Leo in the kitchen. It had been a lovely afternoon! You guys watched a movie, and now you were making brownies.

“You know, Y/N..” Leo had a cocky smile, leaning against the counter, “I don’t know what’s sweeter…you or these.”

You and Mikey both rolled your eyes, “Shut up, Leo.” It was completely fair for Mikey to be annoyed, he’d been listening to this all day. Like, take a hint.

Donnie was fiddling with the door, and glanced down the hallway, making sure to look out for Raph because he wasn’t sure his eldest brother sound agree with his…plan.

“Oh, Angelo, could you come here for a moment?” Donnie stared intently at Mikey, motioning his head towards you and his twin.

Mikey looked back and forth between you and Leo confused for a second, before shrugging and heading towards Donnie who then pulled him straight out of the room. He slammed the door shut, and activated his digital lock. No one was getting in or out unless Donnie disabled it, which he did not plan on doing anytime soon. This ended NOW. I mean, he thought it was pretty obvious that you both liked each other and just needed to get it over with! Mostly because Leo’s painful obsession was getting really old.

Banging and muffled yelling could be heard from the other side, and Mikey grabbed Donnie by the shoulder. “Donnie! What are you doing? My brownies are gonna burn!”

“Trust me, Michael. This is for the best and they’ll be thanking me later.”

“ Dammit…we’re locked in.” You let out a deep sigh, letting yourself slide down the wall to sit, the smell of baking brownies still in there. Why would Donnie do this?

“Yeah…” Leo was trying really hard to keep his cool, but the panic coursing through him was undeniable. I mean, he was actually alone with you. There was always someone else with you two, whether it be one of his brothers, his dad, or April.

“But…I mean, it’s not all that bad, just you..and me.” He winked, with his usual confident, sly smile even though his hands were shaking.

“Ugh, will you stop that?” Your tone and expression was annoyed, and confused, Leo’s stomach sank.

“Stop whaaat?~” His voice trembled a bit, but he was still keeping up his playful demeanor.

“The…the flirting! Seriously, it’s not funny.” You looked away from him. “I’m not trying to be funny-“

“Seriously, shut up! Stop playing with my feelings, Leo. You’re so confusing…I can’t tell if you’re just toying with me or what- God, why do I even bother?” Of course you were frustrated, who wouldn’t be?

Leo was taken by surprise at your outburst, and it was obvious. As soon as the realization of you were saying hit, you were embarrassed. “Just…forget it, Leo. I shouldn’t have said anything-“

“Wait, no- Y/N, it’s not like that!” What the hell was he saying? Was he really about to do this right now?

He kneeled in front of you, taking in a deep breath. “I care about your feelings, ok? I’m not ‘toying’ with you, I really do like you!” Even as his anxiety rose, Leo felt like a weight was be lifted off of his chest. He couldn’t believe he really just said it…

Now, it was your turn to be surprised, staring into his hopeful eyes. “Leo…I don’t know what to say…I mean..” Leo swore his heart stopped, and he felt like he imploding right then and there. He couldn’t handle rejection like this.

“ I like you, too.” You grabbed his hand, taking it in yours. “What? For real?” He swiftly wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly. “..ohgodthankyouthankyou…”

“So, what now?” You couldn’t help but smile, leaning your head into the crook of his neck.

Leo laughed, “I don’t know, I never really thought I’d get this far.“

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Some requests from my inbox will be posted very soon. I stared school again this week, so I’ve been busy but I’m trying to catch up! Sorry it’s been taking a hot minute. :)

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so-mordor-itis · 1 year

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How do you think leon would propose

He wouldn't get down on one knee. Leon doesn't know why he dislikes the gesture so much. Perhaps because it's overused, overdrawn, cliche. Though he knows stating something is cliche is ironic when he remembers what comes out of his mouth half the time. It could possibly be that he wouldn't want you to feel forced to say yes. Half the time in movies, TV shows, and videos of people proposing in public places one gets down on one knee and asks that fateful question and then always get told yes. Yet, when their significant other says no, the one down on one knee is confused as to why their partner would even say no to begin with.

Leon is a bit wary of the idea of marrying someone. Being in a relationship with him is hard enough. With him leaving for weeks, perhaps months on end, phone calls scarce and static-filled. It takes a strong-willed and stubborn person to be with him. He's...also damaged. He locked his heart away in a steel box before he met you, and even then, sometimes he's still horrified at the idea of breaking open the box to be vulnerable. He's better at it as time and your relationship grows, but it would take patience.

He probably doesn't even consider the idea of marrying you until an event causes his mindset to change even just a little. It could've been a dangerous situation, or even something as mundane as holding you close while watching something you both enjoy. It snaps into his mind suddenly: what would married life be like? The thing that keeps him from going insane with anxiety is that nothing might change except the fact you might carry his last name instead of your own. (He actually likes that idea.)

Leon has a habit of keeping things to himself. So when this thought sticks to him like a thorn in his side, he doesn't say anything. Not to his friends, and not even to you. He tries to break that godawful habit, but that's also stuck in him. It's like barbed wire, and he can't cut it loose. He'll keep the thought with him for a few months or maybe even a year.

Until one night, you two are laying in bed, just talking, enjoying each other's presence and voices, when he...not exactly pops the question, but brings it up as casually as he can muster.

"Would you...ever consider marrying me?"

You fall silent, and he's internally panicking. He knows he could've worded that much more properly, but it's been on his chest for so long he forgot how to even ask it.

You finally sit up and look down at him, a serious yet curious glint in your eye. "Would you want to?"

"I'm asking the question, aren't I?"

"Is this why you've been acting weird for the past few months?"

You know him too well. A quirk he hates and loves, but hates a bit more.

"Maybe."

"I know people we know are getting married, Leon, but don't feel guilty that we aren't."

He sighs, and you rub circles into his bicep. "It's not that. Maybe it has influenced me to think about it, but I didn't want to pop the question out of nowhere."

You brush his bangs away from his eyes. "You did say you liked the idea of settling down."

"I still do, but would I even be able to? Would you even want to stick with me for the rest of your life?" He almost says more but feels himself close that box.

Your eyes are now somber, and he wants to immediately take the question back.

"What makes you think I wouldn't?" You ask that with pure love in your tone, and he swears his heart is now a puddle. He's completely gone in your hands.

He smiles a little, and his heart is now pounding. He's more excited than he thought he would be. "Is that a yes, then?"

You give a light-hearted shrug, tapping a finger to your chin. "I don't know. Maybe?" You start to laugh a little. He knows what that means.

Leon pulls you to him, hugging you so tight you let out a little groan. He doesn't want to let go, now that he knows you'll be his forever.

Thanks to @mandalhoerian 's post on Leon I got so inspired on how to write this

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redroses07 · 15 days

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Heartfirst // Johnnie Guilbert Pt. 2

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader

Summary: Johnnie and reader finally get a chance to finish what they started at Tara's party.

WC: 1.3k

Warnings: Smut 18+ minors dni, P in V, unprotected sex (use a condom guys), swearing.

A/N: Hey guys!!! A ton of people requested this so here it is! I'm not the best at writing smut so I hope this doesn't suck. Anyways, hope you enjoy, love you all and thank you for the positive comments on pt. 1!!!!

Heartfirst pt. 1 here

You lay sprawled on your bed, checking your phone every few minutes. It was mid day, and you should probably bring it upon yourself to do something productive, but you were waiting on something. Or more formally, someone.

It had been a week since Tara's party and you and Johnnie had not had a single moment alone since, and you two were desperate to finish what was started before Jake so rudely interrupted you.

Nevertheless, your schedules unfortunately did not overlap this week. Either you were busy, he was editing, you were filming, and so on and so forth.

Until today, well maybe. Johnnie had told you he would come over as soon as he finished streaming, and Tara was out of the house all day so it was perfect. His stream seemed to be taking much longer than anticipated, and you were getting more frustrated by the minute. Which is why you couldn't help yourself to look at your phone over and over, waiting for that "on the way, see you soon princess!" message.

"Princess", that's what Johnnie had taken to calling you the past week, and it made your heart flutter every time.

God you missed him. Not that you didn't always when you hadn't seen him in a while, but your newly established relationship makes things different.

You heard a knock at the door, causing you to let out an annoyed groan.

You begrudgingly rolled off your bed and got to your feet, heading to the front door.

Who it could possibly be, you didn't know. Maybe the mailman or a neighbor?

You opened the door only to be met with a very welcome surprise.

Johnnie stood in the doorway, a wide smile on his face, waiting to take you in his arms. He was wearing casual clothes with minimal makeup, and you could tell he had left his house in a hurry because his usually messy hair looked even messier.

"Johnnie? I didn't know you were coming, i thought you were streaming."

Johnnie gave you an apologetic look.

"Fuck, I forgot to tell you I was done. I'm sorry! I hope it's still okay that I'm here." Johnnie rambled, brushing his bangs out of his eyes.

"No, Johnnie it's more than okay, I've been waiting to see you all day." You pulled him through the door, quickly shutting it behind him.

You had been waiting all week for this, and couldn't wait a moment longer. You need him now.

Johnnie's eyes raked over your body as you pulled him back, and only then did you become aware of how much skin you were showing. It was California, it was hot, and a habit to reach for tiny shorts and short tops.

Johnnie stopped you, pulling you close to him. The tension between the two of you was so close to boiling over. He took your face in his hands, and you could feel his hot breath crashing against your skin.

"Johnnie..." You spoke breathlessly, brushing your lips against his.

That was when the wall of tension between the two of you broke. Johnnie's lips forcefully crashed against yours, causing you to stagger backwards against the wall.

He kissed you as if he was starving, and you were his first meal in weeks. He ran his hands all along your body, stopping to tightly grip your ass.

You rocked back against the wall as Johnnie's hands reached under your legs. He hoisted you up around his waist, and you wrapped your arms around his neck to help him hold you up.

He moved from kissing your lips to biting and sucking at your neck. Johnnie walked you back into your bedroom, not removing his lips from your skin for even a second.

Once he entered the room he slammed the door shut and threw you down on your bed.

You grabbed Johnnie by his shirt and pulled him down on top of you.

Johnnie began clawing at your clothes, reaching his hands under your tight shirt. He effortlessly pulled it over your head along with your bra, and began trailing his lips down your exposed stomach.

You moaned softly, getting impatient. You bucked your hips upward, rolling them against him and giving your clit some of the friction it so desperately needed.

"What is it, pretty girl?" Johnnie muttered, looking up to caress your face.

"I want you."

"Mhm, do you now?" Johnnie took this as an opportunity to palm his hand over your soaked core.

"Fuck." You moaned into him, pressing your forehead to his shoulder.

Johnnie began to take his clothes off, starting with his shirt, then his pants, and boxers. As he took off his clothes you noticed some tattoos of his that were normally covered. You removed your shorts and underwear along with him.

There you were for the first time, fully exposed to this man that you loved. You had anticipated this moment to be awkward, but something about it felt so perfect. You guessed that's what it meant to be in love, no fear of judgment, just love.

"You're so beautiful." Johnnie said, running his hands slowly across every part of your body.

The sensation of his cold fingertips on your warm skin made you shiver. Johnnie looked up at you once more and initiated a soft, yet passionate kiss. You felt the cold metal of his lip piercings press against your tongue.

You tangled your hands in his hair, pulling at his jet black locks.

You broke apart, leaving the room silent except for the sound of your heavy breathing.

"You ready?" Johnnie asked softly.

You nodded, giving him reassurance that you were in fact okay with this.

Johnnie pushed into you with no hesitation, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

He began thrusting slowly, a tightness building in your core as he did. Johnnie dropped his head into the crook of your neck as he kept a steady pace.

You used this as an opportunity to leave marks on his neck, biting down a little harder every time he hit that sweet spot inside of you.

You thrusted your hips up as you felt the invisible band inside of you about to snap.

"Baby, fuck, I'm close." Johnnie said as he leaned up to press a sloppy kiss to your lips.

"Me too." You managed to say through breaths.

Johnnie's hands made their way to your breasts, kneading the soft flesh.

He let out soft moans in your ear every so often. The pretty sounds he made turned you on even more, if that was even possible.

And just like that Johnnie released himself inside of you, triggering your release as well.

You dug your freshly manicured nails into his bare back as you did, leaving crescent shaped indents on his back.

"God, I love you." Johnnie breathed as he collapsed next to you.

"Not as much as I love you." You rolled over facing him.

He wore a lazy smile on his face, and his eyelids were noticeably droopy.

You placed a kiss on the tip of his nose, causing a blush to appear on his pale cheeks.

You took a moment to relax and enjoy the comfort of each other's touch. Johnnie traced soft circles along your back, and you brushed your fingers through his hair.

"Alright princess I'm gonna go get a bath started." Johnnie sat up, kissed you on both cheeks, and headed into the bathroom.

You two were gonna have to plan your schedules much further in advance from now on.

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ermegtei · 1 year

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❝orange sheets❞

៚ tighnari, kazuha, xiao, albedo

ᝰ mornings with genshin boys ☆

꒦꒷ i had a fun time writing this so i wanted to share it ;) UNEDITED pls ignore my mistakes i'll fix it later <;/3

tighnari loves admiring your sleeping face.

perhaps it's the drool that's rolling down your chin. or your rosy cheeks, likely due to you sleeping under the blanket. either way, you're adorable. he could just look at your face for hours and hours until you wake up—ah... you woke up already.

then come on, get ready with tighnari.

he smooches you, seperating with a pop!. a small groan escapes your throat from the sunlight peeking through the curtains.

"you wanna get up?" a slow nod was all he needed to push down the blanket and hop off of the bed, scrunching his nose as he stretched his sore muscles.

despite the walk to the bathroom being very shot, you still held hands, intertwining your fingers with his. you missed him, even in your slumber.

getting up early together was uncommon. one of you wakes up earlier than the other and leaves for lecture while the other... well yknow.

you sat on the toilet, rubbing your eyes since you were still groggy from the deep sleep you had. you hadn't slept like this for a while. was it because you didn't have to force yourself up from the alarm or was it because you rested well in his arms?

your thoughts were interrupted from your red pucca toothbrush in your face with toothpaste on it. ah, you forgot you left your toothbrush at his home.

you lazily took it from his hand as you glanced up to see him with his garu toothbrush in his mouth, a smile decorating his face at your droopy eyes.

in each others eyes, you both looked like love itself.

you put your toothbrush in your mouth but you didn't make an effort to actually brush your teeth, just letting it stay there, resting on your tongue while a few drops of water dripped onto your face from tighnari rinsing his mouth.

he wiped his hands with your shared pink towel and with a raised eyebrow, he asked—

"aren't you gonna brush your teeth?"

"i'm.. tired." despite the satisfying sleep you still couldn't move your arms.

he crossed his arms, an amused look on his face as he watched you sit still, perhaps hoping for something.

"you're not a kid anymore." he grumbled, crouching down infront of you as he pushed your bangs out of your face before grabbing the toothbrush, holding it in a position comfortable for both of you.

he let out an ahh as if telling you to open your mouth, so you did.

kazuha is... confusing.

he's both a heavy sleeper and a very light sleeper.

sometimes he wakes up at the asscrack of dawn because you sleeptalked a bit. sometimes you could be laying on top of him, suffocating him and he would still be sleeping like a bear.

and today was one of those bear days as you called it.

it was 12:56am. though not very late, you woke up hours ago and you were incredibly bored so you tried doing many things to wake him up.

you poked his cheek, gave it a few hard slaps, even tugged on his hair and gave him cpr because you were starting to get concerned for your boyfriend who didn't move a single muscle during these long dreadful hours.

you hoped these would've woke him since you didn't wanna exactly shake him awake but it did little to nothing so you gave up, pouting and slowly facing the other way to leave kazuha alone and maybe get a bit of sleep yourself.

and it seems your tiny movement was the stupid thing to finally wake him up.

you almost wanted to call him aurora, not because he was sleeping as much so much but because he was as beautiful as her.

the lazy smile when he saw your face set butterflies in your tummy, the feeling still pulling at your heart strings despite how long you have being dating him.

"have you been waiting long, my love?" he asked despite the answer basically written on your face in bold.

"i've waited like,,, an eternity. now let's get up please." you pulled him up despite his protests to lay down a bit and cuddle. (you almost wanted to but held back hehe)

with a loving gaze and a lazy grin, kazuha managed to get you to sit infront of him on the couch as you scratched your head a bit before shifting into a position that's easy for him to brush your hair.

he loves your hair, short or long.

he gently brushed the knots, chuckling a bit at your ouch!-s.

moments like these make you appreciate how simple and calm he is.

trying to heal someone who doesn't want to be healed is gonna end with you being hurt, they said.

but they didn't know anything.

they didn't know how he watched over you, his healer.

you slept rather late so it was obvious you were gonna wake up late too. but that was fine with xiao, who couldn't sleep no matter how hard he tried.

he didn't want to burden you and interrupt you from your dreams so he sat next to you, lap covered with the blanket.

when you would talk his ears off or just cling onto him, he didn't have time to think about anything other than you. but with the room being completely silent and your soft breathes barely reaching his ears, he could only think about the future.

his future.

would you guys still be together in a few years, or would you finally realize how unworthy he is?

would you guys marry? or maybe even—

"g'morning..." your quiet voice startled him a bit. he turned to look at you and saw your left eye open while the other was closed, still trying to get used to the bright light from above you two.

"a-ah, i'll turn it off-" when he was about to pul off the sheets you quickly gripped his forearm, slightly squeezing to feel his soft skin.

"sleep." you only let out before pulling the covers over you two, holding his waist tightly as if you guys weren't close enough already...

it made xiao almost a bit jealous at how easily you were able to doze off but letting out a small sigh, he closed his eyes while holding your head to his chest.

what he said about not being able to sleep no matter what... might've been wrong, proven by you ♡

albedo was so used to pulling all-nighters, he could go days without sleeping until his body HAS to shut down.

you had a breakdown last night, sobbing into your arms, fat teardrops falling onto the table like a river. you had to finish this assignment by 6am in the morning, random timing but that's what your professor said.

you hadn't slept the other day so it was already taking a toll on your body but your assignment wasn't even close to finishing. your hands shook as your fingers messily tap tap tap!-ed on the keyboard.

your grades on this class was not so good and your professor gave you chance to get extra points but you still couldn't do it.

filled with frustration, your blurred vision failed to notice your boyfriend walking into the room with concerned eyes.

all you could remember was him rubbing your back and placing soft kisses on your forehead while you weeped into his hoodie. but as your cries turned into soft hiccups, he talked you into laying down.

you knew you shouldn't have but hearing his voice begging you to rest was just enough to soothe you to sleep.

a disappointed sigh left your lips as the horrifying image of a big red F lingered into your mind.

too late now, you could smell a sweet smell coming from the kitchen and a smile unconsciously made its way onto your face.

quickly jumping up, you made your way over to albedo, placing your hands on his hips and squeezing as a 'surprise!'

despite you being behind him, you knew he was smirking.

"you okay?" he turned around to rub your bare arms, his hands that was usually covered in gloves, also bare. his soft palms felt like feather tickling your arm.

you nodded, a soft smile painted over both of your faces. though you thought he looked like a sculpture compared to you

he turned his gaze to the table and raised his eyebrows, an indication to go sit down and so you obeyed.

when you sat down your eyes shifted to your laptop, the memories from yesterday tugging the corner of your lips down.

but the kiss on your eyelid and the plate of breakfast albedo made for you erased the thoughts like a breeze.

"i'll be back soon, okay? eat well and take bath." though his caring self made your eyes turn into hearts, the first part of his sentence also made the frown appear again.

a low hearted laugh escaped hid throat but he rubbed his thumb on your hand before walking to the door and putting on his shoes.

as soon as the sound of the door closing rang in your ears, something in you was telling you to check out your assignment one more time, even if it was 10am now.

you don't know what you expected but your lips parted and your eyes glistened at the screen.

"Assignment sent.

5:59am @______"

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wonfilms · 1 year

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LOOKING AFTER SKZ WHEN THEY'RE DRUNK (HYUNG LINE : PART 1 )

contains. - lee know and chan being drunk, not proofread, suggestive jokes (in lee know’s), kissing + non sexual nudity (in bangchan’s)

a/n. - i’ll be posting changbin and hyunjin’s seperately because i went a bit overboard with both of these. reblogs and comments are very much appreciated, because writers put a lot of time into their content and it's nice to receive a bit of love and feedback ❤️

lee know is a absolute menace when he’s drunk but you’ve got to admit it’s quite entertaining. when you got a phone call from bang chan asking for you to come pick minho up, you immediately knew lee know was probably hammered. he didn’t drink often but when he did, he got tipsy after a few shots. when you arrived at chan’s place to pick lee know up you opened the door to your drunk boyfriend immediately pulling you into a huge hug rocking back and forth.

“missed yoouuuuu” he slurred, he was giggling and leaning all of his body weight on your shoulder whilst he cuddled you in the hallway . you said goodbye to chan (and the rest of the boys that were blowing the roof off with how loud they were screaming) , before you drove back to your own apartment. he struggled with the door completely missing the keyhole with his key, failing to unlock it while he pouts. you laughed at his actions and unlocked the door for him to save his poor soul from leaving his body. “mmm i could’ve done that mysellfff- !” he groaned as you let him into your home.

“sure you could’ve min” you smiled as you helped him shrug off his jacket. “c’mon let’s get out of these clothes, they seem uncomfy” you said pressing a kiss to his forehead before leading him up the stairs.

you instantly regretted your wording when your boyfriend smirked, “you know if you wanted me naked for you, you could just ask, pretty ” . you narrowed your eyes at him as he “you’re proud of that one aren’t you?” you questioned as he flops down on the bed , laying on his back. “my proposition still stands, you know your clothes look uncomfy too , you could take them off too ” he says calmly.

he’s unaware of the way the heat started rising to your cheeks at his words. you threw a pillow at him to shut him up whilst he starts taking off his clothes. you break into a laugh at the way he struggles to take of his shirt as it get’s stuck at his ears. you walk over to your boyfriend and help him tug it off. he looks up at you with half-lidded eyes and ruffled hair, making your heart flutter at the sight.

you pull him into the bathroom while he groans, “nooooooo” you whines as you tug at his arm, sitting him on the counter before leaning over to grab the face wash. he surprisingly sits still while you wash your face and put the toothpaste on his toothbrush for him. he brushes his teeth while you get a towel out of the cupboard to dry his face with. you follow him back to the bedroom , watching as he rubs his eyes sleepily.

“’m tired now” he complains, earning a yelp out of your lips as he topples back on the bed dragging you along, pulling you on top of him. your torso’s pressed against his and you can feel the rhythm of his steady heartbeat underneath you. you go to move before you realise that he’s out cold. you gently slip out of his arms to turn off the night lamp next to the bed before laying on the pillow next to him. he looks so peaceful finally, a soft, blissful expression is gracing his features and you feel yourself smiling at him as you pull the comforter over the two of you.

bangchan doesn’t get drunk. he says he can handle his alcohol but that’s not what happened when the two of you went to the bar to have some fun after a long week. he started off with one shot but before he knew it he’d downed 5 and he couldn’t see straight. chan doesn’t get drunk... well most of the time he doesn’t, and this time was definitely an exception. you sigh in relief that you’d not had a drink so you were still alright to drive the two of you home. he’d walk all wobbly as you lead him back to the car, looking like a lost puppy before you sat him in the passenger seat and buckled him in.

he looks like someone has just kicked him, a hurt expression painted over his face as he sits in silence on the car ride back to your house, his bottom lip pulled in a defiant pout. after you park, you open your door and start heading to the front door, expecting him to follow you but he sits tight in his seat with his head leaning on the window.

you stop in your tracks when you see chan isn’t walking behind you and go back to open the door and sit back in your seat. “hey baby what’s up??” you question worriedly , he doesn’t say anything but he does perk up at the sound of your voice, he looks up at you with glossy eyes before pulling you in for a kiss. you gasp at the sudden move but you relax into it all the same.

his lips are warm and though he tastes slightly bitter from the drinks he was having prior , you can’t help but feel yourself melt into his touch. his hands find their way to your waist before he gives it a gentle squeeze. you pull away before it gets too far, he was still drunk and he was in no state to carry on. he gives you the same hurt expression when you pull away from his lips. you quickly clear your throat “c’mon you’re drunk babe, let’s get homeeee”. you’d have to drag him out of the car and into your home before he finally speaks. you shut the front door before he topples into your arms, “’m tired” he mumbles as he hugs you.

you smile at his childishness before helping him shrug off his jacket and leading him upstairs into the bathroom. “i’m gonna run a bath chan, then we’ll sleep okay?” you say earning a groan from him. “i don’t wannaaaa...” he says whilst you help him discard his clothes onto the floor.

“you’ll thank me tomorrow if you take this bath, you’ll feel much better” you say ruffling his hair. he stands watching you with a towel wrapped around him while you run the bath, “you’re so pretty” he mutters softly as you close the taps and turn to look at him.

you take his face in your hands and give his lips a sweet kiss, you smile at him to get in the bath. “you’re super pretty too chan..” you say as you take your clothes off and join him. you don’t miss the way his cheeks flush, whether that was because of the hot water or your words... you don’t know. you relax against his chest as he leads his head back against the rim of the bathtub.

you went out to have a good time but you realised all you really needed was to spend a little time with your sweet boyfriend to cheer up.

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struckd0wn · 6 months

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𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟓: 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲- 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞

Captain Price had taken you under his wing at request of Laswell. You were just a private, new to the world of working as a soldier but Laswell saw something in you, something she knew John could nurture.

Price didn't pay you much mind at first, helping you train and answering any questions you had. After a month or so is when his feelings for you changed.

First when he took you out for a long range weapons lesson. He watched you as you layed on the ground, aiming your weapon at the targets the two for you had set up. His eyes gravitated twords your ass, finding himself pleased with the way your pants hugged the curve.

Then when you practiced hand to hand combat. You wore a white t-shirt and some loose shorts, the fabric stuck to your figure. Mid session you had poured some water over your head to cool off, the water wet you shirt, making it see through. The rest of the time you trained he found it increasingly hard to not just fuck you on the mat right there.

The shirt you wore clung to you, revealing your collar bone and some of your chest to him. Each time you'd go in to fight he hold his breath, grabbing your waist in his large hands to pull you down onto the floor. John's heart raced as you wrapped your legs around him, flipping over so now he was under you, effectively straddling him. He could barley contain himself as you huffed over him, catching your breath as you steadied yourself with your hands on his abs.

Price couldn't get you out of his head, sitting in his office, unable to get any paperwork done. Eventually he gave up, standing abruptly from his desk chair, leaving his office to find you. It was early morning around 2am, most soldiers would probably be asleep at this time. John didn't care, he knew you'd answer to him.

He found your room, banging on the door, waiting for you to answer. You shot out of bed immediately, rushing to open your door. You thought it might be an emergency, not even think about how you only had your underwear on. You opned your door to see the Captain standing there, wearing a t-shirt and some jeans. "Captain Price? What's going on?"

John was on you within an instant, grabbing at you bare waist, pushing you further into your room while shutting the door behind him. His hands slide down you sides, fingers almost breaching the band of your underwear. John's lips smash into yours, tongue darting out to shove down your throat.

The back of your knees meet the edge of your bed, John pushes you down against it. He left wet sloppy kisses on your stomach, trailing up to your chest, then neck. "I trust you won't tell anybody about this," Price whispers lowly into your ear while unbuckling his jeans. "We wouldn't want you to get in any sorta trouble, would we?" He asks, hand sliding down the front of your boxers, fingers running through you folds. To his excitement you're already leaking for him, pulling out his hard cock, stroking it with his unoccupied hand.

John slowly pulls down your boxers. You whince at the feeling of the fabric brushing against your sensitive t-dick. He rubs his hard cock along yours, teasingly pushing the tip into your pussy. "Fuck you're so wet already, how long have you been waiting for this?" He asks you, looking you in your eyes

You hide your embarrassed face from your captain. "Since that night Laswell introduced me to you..." You admit. The confession makes him smile, his cock finally slipping into you with ease. Your moan is muffled by your hand, and although John would love to hear you, he didn't want the other to.

The captain is ruthless with his thrusts, holding your legs against your chest as he fucks into you. He watches his length push in and out of you, groaning as his cock is covered in your wetness. "You slut, dreaming about your captain fucking you. How many times did you get off to the thought of me touching you?" He teases, watching your blissed out face from above. "Dose it feel better than you imagined? 'Cause hell, you feel about 10x better then I could have ever thought." Prices hisses through his teeth, nails digging into you thighs. You nod your head stupidly, going dumb on his cock. You can feel each vein drag along your wall, the curve of it pushing into you g spot.

"Yes sir, it feel..it feels good. Please keep going." You beg. Price obliges, hammering into, the both of you nearing orgasm.

"Yeah baby,that's it. Take my cock you little slut." He rambles on. Your legs shake and you come undone, spraying you liquids all over his cock and lower abdomen. The captain pulls out of you, letting your legs go before releasing his hot cum all over your stomach.

#smut #ftm reader #john price x reader #trans reader #transmasc reader #drabbles #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #sub male reader #john price

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can i request a fic where the reader is taking care of Leon after he got a bit too drunk at the bar and he’s confessing his love for the reader. “I love you” “I fantasize about you” “I see a future with us”

and the reader just laughs it off as drunk behavior and gets him to bed safely, but the next morning they wake up in each other’s arms and he confesses, “I remember what I said last night. It was all real.” And they end up having some really sweet, soft, lazy morning sex which ends with Leon asking the reader to be his significant other?

Hope this makes sense and thank u for writing stories! 💕

A/N: That idea is very sweet, hope you enjoy how it turned out!

Word count: 2.4k

WARNINGS: not proofread, fem!reader, 18+, MDNI, drunk confessions, fluff, morning sex, dirty talk

Stomping their way down Leon’s apartment building, (Y/N) struggled under the weight of the man- that practically was laying on her shoulder- was on the verge of passing out; despite his arms being locked around her shoulders in a firm hold, he had a hard time balancing his weight on his wobbly legs. His vision was hazy, his limbs felt numb and warm under the influence of the alcohol running in his bloodstream. His head hanged limp near her own, his messy golden bangs fell in his face, his mouth was agape; the distinct odor of booze oozed from his hot breath, cluing just how much he drank before she got him home.

The dull lights placed on either side of the hallway did little to aid her in finding the keyhole of his apartment door; a click echoed across the gloomy space as she twisted the doorknob and walked through the entranced with Leon nuzzled into her side. Hitting the switch, (Y/N) headed for his bedroom, which, luckily for her, was right around the corner. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she was finally able to take a glimpse of the bedroom door; her muscles were burning in protest with each step she took further. She gritted her teeth, her hold on him tightened as the pushed to her very limit; the few moments it took her to reach the bed felt like hours. Gently, she laid him on the mattress, her worried gaze lingered on his features; his ruffled hair stuck out in multiple directions akin to the rays of the sun, untypically to his usual, perfectly combed flow of golden locks, his cheekbones were dusted in soft cherry color that was visible even in the dead of night under the dim moonshine that broke through the curtains, his puffy, half lidded eyes lazily gazed at her, a shimmer danced behind the curtain of dense eyelashes. Even now, in such state he somehow managed to look effortlessly perfect- he was truly a wonder of life.

Now that she had the weight off of her shoulders, she headed to the kitchen in search of ibuprofen and a glass of water. Browsing through the contents of his cabinets, she wasn��t surprised to find a small red box she had left in the exact same spot a while back. Grabbing the biggest glass she could find, she filled it all the way up and returned to her friend, who appeared to have fallen asleep. Sitting by his side- careful not to stir him awake- she couldn’t help but wonder how it all came to this. Having known him for as long she has, she couldn’t remember the last time she had seen him that peaceful; melancholy clenched her heart at the memory of their earlier days, back in the academy, when where two young, naïve kids with big dreams. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she smiled at the memory, yet she wanted to brush away any thought of the past before she found herself lost in the regrets of past mistakes.

Drying the tear with her hand, she turned her head away from his sleeping form and gazed through the window, wondering where she messed up. Letting out a deep sigh, she stood up only to be obstructed of doing so by a hand holding onto hers; a familiar sensation tingled the skin of her hand- a sensation she connected to her past.

“Please don’t leave, I need you.” Leon uttered in a pleading voice that pulled at the strings of her heart; looking behind her shoulder, she was met with the sight of his baby blue eyes already gazing at her. “Stay with me. Just for tonight.” She bit back the smile that threatened to curl the corners of her lips at the sound of his words; she wasn’t unfamiliar with his clingy nature, for she had gotten used to it after every time she took care of him while drunk, yet she couldn’t help the warm sensation that pooled in her stomach whenever he would get extremely cuddly and even flirt with a genuine expression on his face- if she didn’t know better, she would’ve thought he was being genuine.

“Sure, but only if you promise not to puke on me.” (Y/N) spoke in all seriousness, whilst Leon giggled at the memory of her disgusted face as she had explained to him in great detail about their adventures of yet another drunken night, he didn’t remember that vividly.

“When have I let you down?” He raised his brow at her with his weight resting on his prompted shoulder; silently she gazed back at him, contemplating for a short moment before she inevitably gave in to her desires. She lied down next to him not even bothering to change into the pair of pajamas she had left here, for she was far too tired to do so; wrapping the two of them in a blanked, she soon was trapped in the firm hold of Leon’s arms that had wrapped around the small of her back. Heat rose to her cheeks as she felt him bury his nose on the crook of her neck with his calm breathing tingling her skin. Her hand found its place on his broad back, whilst her other one tangled in his hair.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while now- I’ve been thinking about you.” Leon’s calm voice anchored her attention; her curious gaze glanced at the crown of his head, unable to take a glimpse of his face. “I realized something… Something I was too blind to see up until now.” He spoke between breaths, each pause longer than the previous as he searched for the right words to say; (Y/N)’s heartbeat accelerated as she was eager to hear what it was that seemingly troubled his mind.

“You’re the most important person in my life and I...” He trailed off, his breath hitched. “I can’t imagine my future without you.” Her whole face felt hot and it wasn’t until a stream of tears ran down her warm cheeks that she realized her eyes were tearing up.

“You need some sleep, Leon.” She spoke before he could say anything else; silence followed as the two laid in each other’s embrace, deep in thought.

Bright, morning sunrays slipped past the curtains, throwing light on the two sleeping friends. Irritated by the brightness, (Y/N) fluttered her eyes open and was immediately met with the sight of Leon still sound asleep in her arms; seeing him, she was reminded of the events of the night before- was it all just a dream? She let out a deep sigh, a sudden need to drink water interrupted her train of thought; much to her dismay that much needed visit to the kitchen was paved with obstacles, the biggest of which was Leon’s sleeping form that was tangled with hers. Carefully, she tried to free herself from the mess of intertwined limbs, yet to no avail; he let out an audible sigh as he stretched his arms before wrapping them around her waist, bringing her closer to his chest.

“Morning.” His voice was husky, his azure irises bore in her, the slightest of smiles curled the corners of his plump lips.

“Sorry for waking you up, how are you feeling?” She asked him, momentarily disregarding her own needs.

“Aside from the headache, I haven’t felt better.” His dreamy gaze continued to bore into her, unintentionally pulling her to him akin to a moth to a flame.

“That’s good, I suppose. It means you can manage on your own-” She began as she peeled his arms off of her.

“Where are you going?” He pouted as he watched her get up.

“I gotta get going.” Disappointment flashed in his eyes as he sat and watched her put on her jeans.

“About last night” Her gaze was immediately anchored to him. “I meant what I said and I have one more thing to say.” He stood up, his face was just a mere inch away from hers. “I love you, I always have.” He stared at her, anticipating her reaction; she stood still, speechless all the while everything within her was screaming for her to confess her own feelings.

“Leon, I-“

“It’s okay of you don’t feel the same, I just wanted to let you know.” He shied away, his- now bashful- gaze faced away from hers.

“No, no it’s not like that.” She caught his hand, pulling it towards her. “I just.. I feel the same way.” She cupped his face, anchoring his attention to her and more so to her lips that appeared more kissable than Leon remembered. The few moments it took the two to close the distance between them felt like prolonged as their two worlds collided into a fusion of one huge explosion of repressed emotions and hidden desires. Their hands roamed each other’s body, squeezing at any soft flesh they came across; gasps and soft moans echoed across the room as the two were hungrily kissing one another.

Pulling away, (Y/N) rested her hands on his chest, sensing how hard his heart was pounding against his ribs and how his heartfelt chuckle resonated through him. A glimmer of sheer happiness sparkled in her eyes as she gazed at his equally shiny azure irises.

“Why haven’t you told me this earlier?” She raised her eyebrow at him as her arms rested on his shoulders, keeping him close.

“Does it matter, now that you know?” He peppered her skin with kisses, trailing along her jaw and down her neck, causing a quiet whimper to roll down her agape lips; his hands slithered down her back and hips, groping at the plush skin of her thighs as her lifted her off the ground and pressed her against the wall. She yelped; her hands held onto his shoulders. Shivers ran down her spine at the sensation of the cold wall against her back that soon faded away as his hot lips warmed her up. Her fingers were buried in his locks as his wandering mouth slowly crept back to her lips, where he kissed and gently bit at her bottom lip.

Pulling back, Leon took his time observing her flustered face as his fingers slipped under the fabric of her shirt and took it off in one swift motions, her pants had similar fate; with her legs wrapped around his waist, he managed to pull them just enough to expose her needy hole. With his lustful gaze locked on hers, he grinded against her bare pussy, coating his still clothed cock with her arousal. She breathed out his name, pleading for him stop teasing her; he only let out a chuckle, his now darker blues bore into her desperate (E/C) ones, the intensity of his wanting gaze caused her body to quiver in excitement.

“How bad do you want this?” His arm rose, stroking her cheek; she leaned into his touch as she hummed in response.

“Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Please, Leon… Fuck me.” She stared right back at him through half lidded eyes; these words of hers unleashed something within him, something that had been hidden, buried deep inside him, a primal need so strong he himself was afraid to unleash, yet now that net of repressed emotions was unraveled and there was no undoing what was done. His lips crashed with hers as he carried her back to his bed; hovering above her, he got finally got rid of the rest of her clothing, he darted his tongue across his lips at the sight- it was everything he had imagined and so much more. Closely, (Y/N) watched as he took of his clothes, slowly revealing the masterpiece of a body he had.

The excitement was rushing in his bloodstream and directly to his hardened cock, making it impossible for him to think straight. Aligning his dick with her dripping entrance, he gazed at, silently asking for permission to grand them the ultimate pleasure the both of them were after. She gave him a soft, sweet smile that melted his heart. Wasting no time, he entered slowly, gradually applying pressure; once he was all the way in, he backed out just as slowly. Each thrust grew faster and more impactful than the previous one and soon (Y/N)’s whimpers turned into whines and moans of utter bliss. Her sounds tingled his every sense, entrancing him in a state of oblivion regarding anything else but her; even though- in his loneliest nights- he had found himself imagining what she would sound like, feel like he had never been even slightly close to the real-life experience, which proved to be far better than anything his fantasy could produce.

“You’re so pretty like that.. So messy and worked up.” He spoke in between grunts, aligning his words with the pace of his movements; his hips rolled in steady motion hitting the spot that had her seeing stars. “I’ve thought about this too.. Fuck.” She let out a loud moan, her walls fluttered, deviously wrapping around his throbbing cock.

“I’ve though how you would take me, how you would squirm under me and moan my name. How your pussy feels and how you scratch my back. Though I gotta admit the actual thing is even better.” Uncontrollable moans rolled down his plump lips as he went on about his dirty fantasies, whilst his hips never stopped hitting her sweet spot.

“Oh, Leon.” She screamed as she felt the knot in her lower stomach unraveling under the impact of his cock brushing against her sensitive folds that were now clenching around his cock; her vison got hazy as her whole body tingled.

“I won’t last long if you squeeze me like that.” He grunted as the blissful sensation was too much for his body to bear. His thrust grew sloppy, his breathing got heavy as he felt a hot wave of utter bliss washed over him; his hot release coated her walls and dripped down her drenched hole. Tired, Leon laid next to her with his cock still buried deep in her folds; he peppered her bare shoulder with kisses, whilst his arms gently caressed her body, cherishing every dip and curve.

“I love you.” (Y/N) turned around to face him, her gaze immediately coming in contact with his.

“Does that mean you’re my girl?” Heat rose up to her cheeks at the sound of these words.

“Yup.” She smiled at him in bashful manner as if she hadn’t shamelessly moaned his name just a minute ago.

“I’m glad.” He planted a kiss atop her nose before he pulled her closer and covered their bodies with a blanket and drifted into peaceful slumber.

#resident evil fanfiction #resident evil x reader #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #leon x reader #leon x you

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rachalixie · 1 year

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3racha as rockstars

look @katieraven i finally did it!!! months later!!! i wrote it!!!!!!

warnings: 3racha x gn!reader

genre: fluff

word count: >1.5k

chan

you’re backstage - you always are, accompanying chris to every show he puts on. you’ve been on the road for months now, it finally started seeming like normal life to you and you’re stuck wondering how you’re going to go back to your 9-5 schedule after this tour is over. when you bring up to him, he jokes that ever since you met him your life has been anything but normal, and you can’t help but agree. your friends joke about how you’re a roadie, following this band around for bang chan, but are you a roadie if you fall into his bed every night? if it’s his ring that sits snugly on your index finger? if it’s the scent of his shampoo that lingers on your hair from your shared shower?

besides that, he invited you on this tour. he begged on his knees, eyes dusted with black shadow pleading up at you making it impossible to say no. it had only been a few months of dating, and you were unsure about how unsure you were about saying yes. the next day you put in a request for time off at your job and you were packing a single bag, setting up a sitter for your cat who you wouldn’t see in what seemed like forever. you didn’t mind any of it, though. you would do anything for chris.

you wonder what his fans would think of you. wonder how jealous they would be if they knew you were the one whose arms he ran into after he got off stage, sweaty and happy and giddy. if they knew you were the one who passed him an ice cold water bottle mid show from back stage because you knew when his voice got hoarse enough to need it. if they knew those same fingers that strung the chords on his guitar were the ones that dipped under your shirt at night, between your legs, through your hair, around your neck. if they knew it was your fingers running through his hair when he lays his head in your lap on the drive back from the venue to the hotel, finding comfort in you as his adrenaline dies down.

“did you like the show?” he asks, peering up at you with wide eyes as he nuzzles into your hand a bit. his hair is damp with sweat from the show, but you don’t mind. you’ll wash it for him while his head is resting on you gently when you get to the hotel.

“as much as i liked the one last night,” you giggle, knowing that he would pout about your answer and - yes, there it is. his puppy dog eyes and plush lips make a deadly combo, but you’ve been dealing with this for a while now. nevertheless, you placate him. “i’m kidding, chris. of course i loved it. i love anything you do.”

and it’s true. even before you met him, when you were just a casual fan of 3racha’s music, before you even had a face to put to the sultry voice that echoed through your speakers. even then, you were in love with him.

you ignore the gagging sounds coming from changbin and jisung in the front seat as you lean forward to seal your lips to his.

changbin

you straddle his lap from where he sits on the raggedy tour bus couch, holding a jet black eyeliner pencil in one hand and a soft bristled brush in the other. you’re applying the liner in small, soft strokes, being careful not to mess up. you follow through with the brush, smudging it a bit onto his waterline just the way you know he likes it.

or, the way he knows you like it.

you only realize your tongue was peeking out of your mouth in concentration when he reaches to poke at it with a finger. he playfully frowns at the wetness that transfers and wipes his hand on his stage jeans, looking up at you as if challenging you to scold him for it. you roll your eyes at him instead as you reach over his head, your upper body invading his space as you grab his rings off the counter behind him - not that he ever minded you in his space, he preferred it that way, actually. the amount of time he spends with his head pressed to your chest as you lay together serves as evidence. i want you with me, always, he would tell you while he clung to you with his strong arms. he would drag you up along side him on stage if he could. and you would let him, helpless to his will, even though the thought of being up in front of a crowd terrifies you.

he wants to show you off to the world, showcase your beauty and your wit and your charm so they can fall in love with you the way he has. the desire to keep you to himself and protect you overrules it, though.

you continue your routine, sliding his chunky metal rings on his fingers. you’ve been helping him get ready for his shows for as long as you’ve known him, since the first time he excitedly dragged you to meet his band mates before getting on stage.

“i’ll redo these when we have some free time, yeah?” you say, running your thumb over his nails and taking in the callouses on his fingertips and his chipped nail polish. , enjoying the sensation of the roughness. doing his nails was one of your favorite things to do with him, and his too. it gives you an excuse to hold his hands for a while, and he was addicted to the calmness that took over as he observed your careful swipes of black polish. it was one of the only times you spend together in silence, and while you love the sound of his voice the melody of his slow breathing was sweet to your ears, too.

“yes please,” he says, looking up at you with the softest smile, his eyes staring up at you like you held the stars in the sky. it still baffles you how this charismatic, hard, edgy man you met on stage is really soft as fresh cotton on the inside, and only for you. no one else gets to see this side of him. as it turns out, you’re a little protective, too.

jisung

you didn’t plan to be here. you were supposed to come with a friend, she bought you the ticket for a band you’ve never even heard of, and when she backed out last minute you shrugged your shoulders and went alone anyways.

you surely didn’t expect your breath to be taken away by the lead guitarist.

his torn sleeves show off his lean arms, tattoos rippling on soft, flexed muscle as he plays his guitar with ferocity. his mouth shapes into a smirk as he croons into the microphone, teeth sharp and eyes sultry. you’re entranced, you don’t think you’ve seen a man more beautiful than this in your entire life, and when he turns and meets your eyes you’re lost. his eye contact is intense and smoldering, like the shadow dusted across his lids, and the piercing on his eyebrow is quirking up as he pushes through his lyrics. his mouth is pressed right up against the mic, and you can’t help but wonder how they would feel up against your skin instead.

then he breaks eye contact and the moment is gone, the pressure fizzling out into steam and disappearing into the air. you shake your head, resetting yourself before swaying againt the music, cheeks burning.

when it’s over you exit the back venue doors, immediately turning away from the hoard of screaming fans surrounding the tour bus to the right of the building. you just spent an hour sharing breathing air with this band, you felt no need to stalk outside their tour bus to get another glimpse of them. or at least, that’s what you tell yourself as images of the man on stage flash through your memory.

“what’s a struggling musician have to do to get some attention?” you head a voice say behind you, the soft insecurity you can hear in the words betraying the meaning. you turn around to see han jisung, the man you had just been feet away from while he was playing for his adoring fans. the one who’s eyes you couldn’t look away from, who’s magnetism made you want to walk right up onto that stage.

the one who’s entire demeanor has changed, gone is the confident and alluring rockstar and in his place is a awkward and shy boy in a rockstar’s costume. not that you minded, he was irresistible either way.

“you’re hardly struggling, i’d say.” you quirk a brow, gesturing at the direction of the screaming. the show was sold out, not a single amount of wiggle room was left in the arena.

“ah, it’s nothing,” he shrugs, “i’d trade it all for the right person, anyways.”

“and who is the right person, exactly?”

“why don’t you help me find out?”

he holds out a hand to you, and you take it.

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