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givemefevrr · 2 months

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You get me so high all the time (NSFW)

Pairings: Dom!Sunghoon x Best friend Fem!Reader

Warnings: smoking, sex under the influence (its consentual), swearing, smut, praise, face grabbing (?), humiliation, degradation, voyerism, masturbation, pet names (good girl)

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As you sit on the couch in your best friend Sunghoon's apartment, you take another deep drag from the joint he passed you. The room starts to spin a little, the warm, woozy feeling washing over your mind. “Damn, this is some good stuff,” you say with a smug expression, handing the joint back to Sunghoon.

“It was!” You argue, wearing a playful smile as you nudge the man next to you. “Whatever cheap shit you got last time was ass. You got scammed real good.”

“Sure,” Sunghoon scoffed, nudging you back before reaching for his phone to turn on some music.

Slow music always helped your highs feel more intense—more out of it. And the fact that Sunghoon had remembered that after telling him only once during the first time you guys smoked together a couple years ago, made your heart flutter.

Saying that you had a crush on Sunghoon would be a large understatement. Since pretty much the day you first saw him you wanted him to fuck you into oblivion. But you had eventually gotten too close to him, and it felt like you had been reduced to the friend-zone, so your hopes of feeling those slim, pale hands touching you all over went out the window.

That is, until you jump at the sudden contact of Sunghoon’s cold fingers touching you’re face, brushing the hair out of you’re eyes as he just gazed at you, taking another hit and blowing the smoke into the space between you’re faces.

You must have been pretty high by now, because it really looked like Sunghoon was looking at you with pure lust and need. Even as he moves closer to you, his hand lightly touching your thigh, it doesn’t feel real.

Sunghoon takes another puff before leaning in, taking your chin between two fingers and connecting your lips, exhaling into your mouth as you let the smoke enter your lungs.

He must have noticed your startled expression upon pulling back, as he chuckled, cocky.

“Way more fun that way, right?” He asked, but it was less of a question, more of an observation.

You blushed pathetically, simply nodding in reply, your mind preoccupied with the way Sunghoon’s hand was inching its way higher and higher up your inner thigh.

“Can we do that again?” You mumbled, and Sunghoon gave a smug smirk before repeating his previous actions, inhaling the smoke and then connecting your mouths. However, this times, his lips lingered slightly longer, and soon, far too long to be considered innocent—especially when he eagerly began licking into your mouth without warning.

It was sloppy, and definitely way too much spit was exchanged, but honestly, you were both too high to care.

Sunghoon guided you down the couch with one hand while the other held the still lit joint, his lips still on yours as he hovered over you.

He let his free hand roam your torso, sliding up your shirt and gripping onto any part of you that he can. As his hand moves up your back, he felt your lack of a bra strap, smirking into the kiss upon his realization that you had no bra on.

He pulled away momentarily, bringing the joint back to his lips before going back to your mouth. Everytime you feel the smoke and his breath enter your lungs you feel your pussy throbbing more and more with need.

Sunghoon’s hands made their way to your tits, thumbing at you’re nipples, basking in the way you whimpered and squirmed under the touch.

Sunghoon breaks the kiss again and looks into your eyes. “I wanna see you touch yourself,” he says, almost commanding.At first, you hesitate. “What?”

Sunghoon didn’t repeat himself—he knew he didn’t have to. You knew he was being serious, and he was waiting.

So you begin untying you’re sweatpants, and pull them down and off you’re legs, Sunghoon allowing you some movement room. Left in only your panties and t-shirt, you hesitantly slip your hand under the small piece of clothing and start to gently rub over your clit, your eyes locked with Sunghoon's. The touch of your fingers against your soaked cunt immediately made you shiver.

You had stuffed yourself with your fingers to the thought of Sunghoon countless times, but now in his presence, touching yourself felt mildly humiliating.

You rub circles on your clot for a little while, making sure you’re wet enough (as if you wouldn’t be in this situation) and then worked a finger into your pussy with a whine, your head feeling floaty from the weed, adding another soon after.

“Fuck, y/n.” Sunghoon practically moaned, putting his mouth back on yours, and you can tell he almost just as gone as you are from how he has a hard time holding up his own weight.

You start to moan into his mouth and squirm, your fingers trying to move faster—to reach deeper. But they won’t. You’re too high to be coordinated enough for a better speed, and your fingers have never been long enough to reach the places you need them to. “Please, Sunghoon, please touch me,” you beg, your voice trembling, pussy clenching around your fingers at the thought of his touch.

Sunghoon looks down at you condicendingly, cooing “You can’t do it yourself?”

You shake your head desperately.

He continued the same mock pity, dragging his hand lower to where you have been aching for all this time. He pulls off your panties, throwing them with your sweatpants on the floor, leaving you in only your t-shirt.

Sunghoon’s cold fingers trace over your inner thigh, teasingly close to your cunt. After some more of your begging, he begins to rub his middle and ring finger along your pussy lips, circling your cunt a few times, earning a moan from you.

“So pretty, y/n. Do ever think about me like this?” He asks tucking his face into your neck, sucking a few marks into your skin.

“Yes— yes, every time,” you whimper frantically.

“So lucky. Such a pretty cunt, you’ve been keeping it all for yourself, huh?”

You go to remove your fingers, only to be tutted by him. “Nuh uh, keep ‘em in there.” He says, putting out the joint on the glass side table. He then takes your hand and guides it back to your pussy, his fingers joining yours.

You yelp at the stretch. It’s not the most you’ve taken before, but it’s definitely been a while. But the stretch is so fucking good.

He starts to move his fingers, curling them on the pullout before shoving them back in. You try to sync the pace of your movements with his, but you can’t and it’s lowkey overstimulating.

You shut your eyes tight, moaning softly at every thrust. It felt great. Exactly how you fantasized it to be. His fingers were still cold, which if anything made your pussy slick up more.

But Sunghoon's commanding voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “Look at me,” he demands.

You open your eyes and lock gazes with him, flushing upon the realization that he was being serious about his demand. His gaze is dark as he continues to finger you, staring at you intently, slightly panting himself.

“Fuck, Hoon— there, keep going right there.” You gasp as he finds your g-spot and starts to target it relentlessly, making you moan and writhe with pleasure.

After a little, while you manage to slip your own fingers out, allowing Sunghoon to do all the work—which he didn’t seem to have a problem with anymore.

However, what he did have a problem with was how when he started thumbing at your clit and you trembled, moaning, burying your face in his chest. Sunghoon grabs your face, halting his fingers inside you, forcing you to open your eyes with the rough grip on your cheeks and jaw. “If you look away, I'll stop,” he speaks harshly, yet scarily calm. “Do you want that? For me to leave you here, all empty and pathetic?”

You shake your head frantically, the thought of not getting to cum scaring the shit out of your stoned mind.

So Sunghoon lets go of your face after his stern lecture, and his fingers resume their work, faster and rougher than before.

He watches proudly as your face contorts with pleasure, yet you still manage to keep your eyes locked on his.

“That's it, good girl,” Sunghoon praises, your pussy clenching hard around his fingers. “Oh yeah? Feels that good?” He cooed, enjoying the way you fall apart on his fingers.

“I’m— I’m close,” you whine, your breathes erratic as you try to focus on maintaining eye contact.

And soon you are tensing up, your mouth hung open in a cut off moan, cumming all over Sunghoon’s hand.

He continued thrusting his fingers into you until you're completely spent, reduced to a trembling mess in his arms.

Once you come down, his expression softens and he removes his fingers. “See, that wasn't so bad, was it?” Sunghoon says, a smirk on his face as he looks down at you.

You can barely form a coherent sentence, but all you can manage is a nod.

Sunghoon licked his fingers clean, savoring your taste, and a dopey looking, lopsided smile spread across his face, reminding you how high he was as well.

You were about to say something about helping Sunghoon get off too, but before you could say anything, he had dropped on top of you, wrapping you in his arms and sighed contently before closing his eyes to sleep off his high. So you did too.

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seokgyuu · 9 months

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Adult actor!Jihoon who fucks you so hard on camera, it leaves you wanting more long after your scene together. Hehe. 💕💕😮‍💨

a/n: well hello there nana!!! thank you sm for this request, it was a lot of fun to write, hehe. I tried to care a bit less about plot with this one to see how i feel about it and i actually like the way this turned out, so i hope you enjoy to <3 ily!!

PAIRING: PornStar!Jihoon(Woozi) x PornStar!Reader

GENRE: Smut, MDNI!

WARNINGS: no pronouns but female anatomy described, penetrative unprotected sex (loads of it), mentions of tit fucking and squirting, degradation (usage of the words: whore and slut), multiple orgasms, begging, dirty talk

WORDCOUNT: 1.1k

Smut after the cut!

The cameras had already left, just like the people who operated them. The light crew had long ago packed everything up and the director had yelled cut ages ago.

Yet the squeaking of the cheap bed was still echoing through the room, accompanied by your endless cries and moans, your whimpers and screams and Jihoon loved every second of it. He was on top of you, probably for the fifth time in three hours. Before, you had been filming your new piece: a cheap motel for which the slutty student sadly couldn’t pay and so the owner took it upon himself to offer them another way to pay for his generosity to let them stay. It had started with you sucking his enormous cock, your eyes so wide and innocent when you saw it, your mouth looking oh-so good around his length. Then, he had taken it upon himself to fuck your tits, leaving a trail of cum before moving to the next position that was you on top of him. Both of you had taken a few breaks between takes, had eaten and gotten a glass of water. Exhaustion came easy with the job.

To make a long story short, after several takes that had your cunt dripping for him, your orgasms coming more often than they didn’t, your cum already all over his abdomen, his cock, his thighs, the sheets, you still weren’t done with him, still weren’t ready to let go off him and his perfect cock. So, now you were on your back, your legs hanging over Jihoon’s shoulders as he fucked into you at drastic speed.

“Ngh- J-Jihoon! G-Gonna cum!” You cried out, actual tears running over your face and when Jihoon pressed his thumb onto your soaked, overstimulated clit, your legs straightened up into the air, toes curled. You honestly had lost count of the orgasms this man had brought you tonight.

“Such a needy little whore, are you finally satisfied or do I need to fuck your pussy a little longer?” Jihoon’s words made your already pulsating pussy throb even harder, a sob leaving you as you shook your head, back arching.

“M-More, want you to fill me up, please!”

Jihoon chuckled at your plea, having already expected this answer. The perks of being a trained adult film actor was the ability to cum many times in one night, his orgasms maybe not being as intense over time, but still giving you what you want: his cum. He leaned forward, his cock hitting your sweet spot like it had so many times before and his hand wandered to your sweaty and cum stained tits, squeezing them hard as he picked up the pace once more. He felt the way your cunt clenched around him, how even in its exhausted state it wanted to milk him for all he had.

“Fuck, your insatiable, aren’t you? How many times have I filled up your slutty cunt by now, hm? And you still don’t have enough?” His hips drilled into yours, your eyes rolled back into your skull, back arched against his touch, mouth hanging open as you moaned loudly, just the way Jihoon liked it. He licked his lips, watching the way your body reacted to his thrusts, to his words. You whimpered when you felt him press down on your nipple, when you felt him pinch into it.

“Can never get e-enough of your cum, Ji!” Your words made his cock twitch, leaking inside you as he groaned, leaning forward even more to bury his head into your neck, sucking on the salty skin. Your hands found the back of his neck then, nails digging into his skin, your legs still over his shoulders and now also over your head and silently you thanked yourself for the endless yoga classes to become more flexible for the job.

Jihoon’s groans caused your blood to pump harder, your back to arch higher and your nails to dig deeper, everything about his sounds making you want to keep going forever.

But when he moved back down, thumb pressing on your abused clit, there wasn’t much you could do besides coming for the nth time that night. Your body spasmed, high pitched, uncontrollable pleas of his name escaping you as your hips moved quicker against his, your pulsating pussy finally bringing him over the edge too - his cum shooting right into your already filled cunt.

“Fuck!” Your voice was strained and your chest was heaving, your arms dropping down onto the bed as Jihoon practically collapsed on top of you. Both of your legs slipped off his shoulders, making small thumb noises as they fell onto the mattress. It took the two of you a while to regain composure, Jihoon still buried inside you. Your eyes were closed and you felt his cum inside of you, felt the warmth of it. You also felt that Jihoon wasn’t exactly shrinking. Your eyelids fluttered open, Jihoon’s head still between your shoulder and neck and as you were about to speak, his hips thrusted and your words turned into a squeak.

“Can’t believe, I fucked you a fucking million times already but my cock just can’t get enough of your pussy, shit.” Jihoon’s hips moved frantically now, your eyes rolling back as your pussy sucked him in once more, your body flat on the bed, as he had his way with you, fucking into your spent hole.

“J-Jihoon, pl-please-,” at this point you weren’t even sure what you were begging for anymore. Another orgasm? For him to use you?

“Just one more, baby, fuck, just need to fill you up one more time, alright? Your cunt is just too good, so fucking good.”

His tongue lapped at your neck, shivers running down your spine as you nodded, hands now moving to his back, nails digging into it. There were already a few very visible marks left by your nails on his back and you didn’t think it’d matter if there were a few more added to the canvas. Jihoon’s heavy breath hit your skin over and over again as he fucked into you, no sense of control, only urgency. His cock was hurting from how hard he still was and how much he needed the final blow and when he felt your pussy squeeze him hard, he moaned your name, cock twitching repeatedly.

“Cum for me, Ji, please, fuck, need your cum so bad!”

Your voice was what got him over the final edge, the real finale edge this time. Cum shot out of his cock, warming your walls and painting them in a pretty white, your pussy overflowing with his juices and now he finally began to soften.

“Holy fucking hell.” Jihoon pulled out of you, instead plopping onto his back next to you. Both of you were drenched in sweat and bodily fluids, his and your release now dripping out of your core and onto the already dirty sheets.

“Too bad there weren’t any cameras around, people would eat this shit up,” you said, grinning at him. Jihoon chuckled.

“Nah, baby, this was only for our eyes.”

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fairyhaos · 10 months

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how seventeen react to their s/o pouting for kisses

requested by anon: "hello! could you do something about seventeen reacting to you needy and wanting kiss?"

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seungcheol

he is just such . such a tease oh my god. you approach him all shy and mumbling about wanting a kiss and he just grins, tilting his head, pretending he couldn't hear you and asking you to speak up. doesn't give you kisses until you're all flustered and hitting his chest going 'i just want a kiss, you asshole'. laughs, takes your hand in his, and wordlessly pulls you in for a kiss

jeonghan

could probably go either way, actually. either teases you again and again for asking for a kiss, or he's going all melty soft as you pout at him and just dips his head to press a kiss to your lips, just lightly. and then gives you another kiss, on your forehead, ruffling your hair and asking if you're feeling better now and if that was enough kisses? if you say no then you can bet he's dropping everything to give you even more

joshua

just soooo pleased with himself oml he's so happy that you're actually actively asking for kisses from him with that cute pout and the shy fiddling of fingers. opens his arms for you and pulls you in for a big hug while he presses his lips to yours, all sweet and lovely, again and again and again until you're laughing in his arms and just feeling so so content and loved

junhui

"of course!!!" i doubt you even have to ask bc he's probably kissing you at every given opportunity. literally jumps at the chance when you ask him, he's just so eager to shower you with affection. asks where you want a kiss, but won't let you answer before he's kissing your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your eyelids, your lips, literally everywhere he can reach

hoshi

coos over how cute you are for a good ten seconds before taking your face in his hands and pecking you fast and light on the lips. except it's so fast that he keeps on accidentally missing your mouth, so he has to do it again and then again and by the time he manages to finally kiss you properly you're all flustered and giggly in his arms

wonwoo

smiles, hooking a finger under your chin before then kissing you nice and slowly and softly. pulls away with that same smile on his face, asking if that was enough but before you can even answer he's kissing you again, still so meltingly softly and he's smiling and you're smiling and honestly you don't even have to ask for kisses bc he just knows and will wordlessly lean in to press his lips to yours

woozi

scrunches his nose and pretends to think about it for a long time. says no with a deadpan face but he's already leaning over to peck you lightly on the lips. is still pretending like it's a chore for him, but you're smiling so happily and he can't hide the pinkness of his ears and the smile tugging at his lips from seeing you so happy too

minghao

clicks his tongue all offended like "wdym have i not been showering you in affection enough???" but is also just so willing to take your hand and tug you closer to kiss you. the type to smile against your lips as he pulls away and then kisses you one more time for good measure, before going back to whatever he was doing before like nothing happened

mingyu

does that annoying thing where he wiggles his eyebrows all teasingly when you ask for a kiss, before he laughs and throws an arm around your shoulders, kissing you on the cheek. and then on the nose. and then on the mouth. he's holding it over your head for at least a week tho bc you asking for kisses defo inflated his ego so much

dokyeom

pouts back at you all gooey and soft. finds you the utmost adorable. won't stop cooing over you and you have to ask him like three times before it finally clicks that he needs to do something about the fact that you want kisses. is grinning so much when he pulls away, pinching your cheek and telling you that you can ask for kisses whenever you need them

seungkwan

"from me???" he's so surprised and for no reason, like, who else are you going to get kisses from? gives them to you easily though, and pretends to be all casual but his cheeks are going pink and he's more than a little flustered. even more so than you even tho you were the one who'd come all pouty asking for kisses

vernon

simply… just wordlessly does it. you come up to him shy n pouting for kisses and he just pecks you on the lips, pulls away, asks you how it was and if that was okay. if you don't say anything then he's just going to kiss you again, and again, and again until you're all flustered and tell him that it's okay now and he's grinning all proud of himself for making you like that

chan

teasingly repeats what you said, wanting to make sure that he heard you correctly. he's just so in love with you okay, absolutely whipped for you, finding it so cute how you're pouting in front of him asking for kisses just because you wanted to be kissed by your boyfriend, no other reason. gives you kisses willingly after, and probably won't let you go for another hour or so

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fics-lovebot · 8 months

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seventeen recs

main masterlist

pls remember to reblog if you like any of my recs❤️

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dating svt (hyung line) - LOVE IT, joshua got me on a chokehold, and wonwoo PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE :( wherecanIgetoneofthose

dating svt (maknae line) - mingyu as a back hugger is so :(((((((((, I can totally see dino writing love letters to his s/o :(((

pick-up lines - non-idol! au, fluff, silly af, my favs are jeonghan, jun, wonwoo, woozi, mingyu, chwe and chan

you take your promise ring off during a fight - performance unit, vocal unit , hip-hop unit, angsty af, made me cry a little

reaction to the camera panning to them when their idol!s/o is on stage - idol!au, idol!reader, dsfkjsdfjh the jeonghan is my fav idk

kitten ears - pwp, smut, hybrid!reader in heat, LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING ABOUT THIS ONE RIGHT HERE, IT´S FILTH,,,,, and my fav one is hoshi´s LDJSLFJH read it whenever you feel like having a smut fest

hip hop unit

seungcheol

let me take care of you - drabble, fluff, hubby!cheol, pregnant reader, he is straight uP husband soon-to-be-daddy material, this was so CUTE,,,

caught in a trap - smut, seunkwan´s sister!reader, older brother´s bff!cheol, face riding, he makes you beg for it, “you’ve got me in your little trap, baby. what are you gonna do with me?” SLDKJSHDFKSJ whY is he like tHAT??

as your boyfriend - he gets offended if you don´t let him pay???? now THAT´S my kind of man

whatever you say - fluff, crack, text au, #simp, this is funny lmao

wonwoo

he angry fucks you bc he lost in a video game - blurb, smut, explicittt, the title??? I can see the vision. listen the way this just escalated INMEDIATLY I-, he is ANGRY FR FR in the hottest way, just read it ok pls

he´s rough and in love - smut, just pwp, i made up the name bc it is what it is, he´s already made you cum twice but he still looks at you with eyes full of the purest love while doing the nastiest things, puthy clenching dirty talking, you talk too much, y’know that?, he wanted to keeP GOINg like,,,,sir

the peephole - smut, perv!wonu, roomies au, he´s obsessed, "Speak up, slut. Or have I fucked you completely stupid already" UMMMM?????

scented candles - e.r, fluff, idk idk idk this was cute

couple things - slice of life, fluff, “is there… a reason you’re upside down, my love?”

needle in the hay - idol au, angst, smut, break up au, idol!reader, 97-liner! reader, poor wonu, slow burn kinda, he´s hopeless and scared and nervous

lingering looks - fluff, idol romance u, POWER COUPLEEEEEEE, I love it, this could be us but he playin

marriage -married life au, dad!wonu, his daughter (a child) wants to marry uncle gyu so he goes on cardiac arrest bc there´s no mf way bUT at least it wasnt soonyoung

workplace crush - work au, co-worker!wonu, I CAN TOTALLY SEE HIM AS "THE IT DEPARTAMENT CRUSH"!!!!! I would have had to quit, it´s too much

cat and mouse - smut, kinda red flag!wonu, "Wonwoo thinks you’re the cutest person ever. And the part of you he finds the most cute? The fact that you actually think he’s going to let you avoid him forever." FLSDUKFJHSLDKJFH

arguments - smut, “You remember how I dealt with that little attitude of yours last time?” he´s a cocky mf

wisdom tooth surgery - fluff, reader is out of it bc of anesthesia and she cant believeee mingyu´s hot rommie is her mans, it´s a nice read

bruised - angst, fluffy ending, break up au, tough guy wonu but he´s actually a cutie pie, he´s careless about his safety, I LOVE ITTT, the angst is gewd

what you need - smut, shy!reader, soft dom!wonwoo, praise kink, JEON MF WONWOO I- LSFHSKDJFHLSJDFLH this made me blush yall, the ending too sdfksdfkh

mingyu

birthday boy - fluff, f2l, the fLIRTING!!??, i honestly blushed, my eyes got watery and everythin, i HATE IT (not) bc why is he so dreamy every TIME??, also,,, the make out sesh?? MY GODDD, i swear I felt it. he. is. inloveeeeee

first kiss - fluff, established relationship, he IS going to kiss you or else,,,,the man is obsessed

he´s big - smut, size kink,"daddy's too big for you? s'okay, princess, you can do it. you can take it. you're my good girl." CALL THE MF POLICE RN!!!!1!!!!! iminlove

big buff gyu - smut, manhandling, dom!gyu, “look at me, let me see you cry, baby” STOOOOOPPPP sksdfnslflfwkf

beach boobs babes - smut, beach au, chubby reader, big boobs, he´s suffering sfjfjdhdjdh, HE´S COCKY,, literally, shit talker, titty fuckin, he likes thicc girlsssss

pup code - fluff, smut, crack, size kink kinda, mingyu has a fat crushhhh, lowkey himbo vibes, he gets so nervous lmao, jeonghan is a lil shit, somebody help mingyu omg, wonwoo is a victim!!!!!, “I’ve never done the Zoolander face in my life!” jefjrejufriuj

sleepy talk - fluff, married au, “Do you think I’m pretty?” “Sweetheart, we’re married.”

his girl - smut, angst, emotionally unavailable reader, whipped mingyu, “i’ll fuck you forever.. as long as you want. fuck you ‘til you never wanna leave again”

funfetti - bf!gyu, birthday au, so FLUFFY I WANNA CRYYYYYYYYYY love him sm :(

hybe romance - idol!gyu, idol!reader, fluff, love itttttttttttt, THOSE PICS OF MINGYU ON PART 2 LORDDDD, if I was an idol hanging out with the 97 squad i´d be a hOE, no questions asked, bunch of men i want to fucc sitting together would be the end of me

pussy drunk - smut, pussy whipped, "i'm legit gonna kill myself if we dont fuck again", HE NEED SOME MIL

creep - smut, halloween au, serial killer!gyu, ghost!gyu, jeonghan is always starting some shit I swear, this is DIFFERENTTT and the smut is so good yall PLEASE read it

first morning together - fluff, UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH :((((((( ihateithere

warm on a cold night - fluff, college au, bsf to lovers, it´s cute

daddy - smut, lowkey fluff, dom!mingy, daddy kink, SIZE KINK are we even surprised atp?, innocent! reader

drunk giant - drunk!mingyu, bc why would he try to challenge cheol to a drinking game??, wonwoo is tired, and somebody get hoshi´s lips off of seokmin!

gym and thirst - smut, those pics of mingYU NAUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR WOOF WOOF SDKHWEYWRAWRRAWRAWR bc why tf would joshua do that for????? pls I love big men

mingyu´s cause of death - FLUFF, bf!gyu, this made me really want to cry myself to sleep from the beggining bc there´S NO WAAAAAAAAYYYYY :´´) so cute #simp #whipped

heater - fluff, gyu is cold,,,or is he not, “you’re literally taking all of my body heat, that’s why i’m cold,” “maybe if you didn’t insist on using my boobs as a pillow-,” “oh shut up,”

stain on the sink - fluff, e.r, slice of life, sex joke, you bleach his hair, is so domestic idkidk

cuffing season - smut, richbf!mingyu, he got a black card, good money, good job, loves spoiling you AND he´s wearing the wife beater - grey sweats combo??????? CUFF HIM UP NAAAOWWW, AND AND AND he also makes sure to fuck you without ruining your hair and nails that HE PAID FOR!!!!!! BUT since he gets a lil carried away and you chipped a nail he gives 300 dollar$$$ to get it fiixed right away LIKE????? god please when is it my turn to be happy

worshipping you - smut, sub!gyu, a short one but WHEEEWW

wet sound - smut, short one, THE DIRTY TALK!!!!!! I HATE HIMMMMMMMMMM bc wdym he makes her shut up so she can listen to her wet coochie sOUNDS????? call 911 rn

kitty - smut, THE VISUALS??!?!??! the way this played in my mind had me shook

trouble - fluff, non-idol!gyu, you´re his pretty mess, lowkey brat reader, in love gyu, baking cookies with his cute lil helper sdfljsdfljh :( its cute

vernon

vernon loves your face - he´s so in love omg, sdsdkfj it´s so cute

coffee talk - fluff, coworker!vernon, work romance au, jwhhxsjxsjd cutee

no studying for you - smut, he isn´t letting you study, “Hansol! For the love of fuck!” “Yeah that’s me, I love to fuck,” what?? dkdsfjfj

bias - fluff, slice of life, idol!au, you make the cats choose their svt bias, IT SO WHOLESOME :((((((((

vocal unit

woozi

joshua

bad joke - angst, fluff, calling you clingy

tom and jerry - smau, fluff, crack, text au, SOMEBODY COME GET JISOO LMAOO, he´s doing too much

mr. nice guy - smut, next door neighbors au, I HATE HIM skfffkjs this got me blushing and shit, he cosplays as a gentleman but he´s actually just a flirty nasty mf

seokmin

You Know What They Say About Men With Big Feet - smut, big feet, big nose, big muscles and a big dicc YUPPPPPP, seokmin has it ALL

perfect man - smut, he´s a gentleman, reader makes the mf move and I would have too

jeonghan

2am conversations - slice of life, “what if crabs think that fish can fly?” “angel, it’s two in the morning,” sdkhfksb it´s cute :(((( so domesticc

such a flirt - fluff, he keeps on flirting but has a breakdown when you flirt back lmao, cute

call me by his name - smut, softdom! wannabe harddom! hannie, hSLFDHSLKFH I CAN REALLY SEE THIS HAPPENING idk idk

the long way - model!jeonghan, staff!reader, UGGHHDSLHFLSKH i love this, he´s so confident and lowkey straight forward

tinted windows - smut, ceo!hannie, panty ripper,, literally, car sex, “sir you have a meeting in twenty minutes.” “fuck that stupid meeting, i have more important things to be doing right now.” IT´S GOOD YALL

seungkwan

dance unit

hoshi

why do you love me? - fluff, blurb, so cute

too hot - very suggestive, naaaahhhh he was done for before it even started

first time - smut, fluff, crack, they´re both dumb, reader is boldddd lmao, #couplegoals

drunk and in love - fluff, wasted!hoshi, him in his tiger patterned-shirt, asdkjasdh he´d deff be like this, he rants about how wonderfull you are to whoever got ears, so cute

junhui

jun realizes he has a size kink - blurb, smut, the words he SAIDD I-, in my opinion it was too short!1! that was some good stuff

how badly do you want this? - smut, oral, 7 mins in heaven, it´s hottt

minghao

lollipops and candy bars - smut, sub!hao, reader loves to tease, cute and innocent looking reader, hao needs help lmao, "Well, I finished off my lollipop a while ago, do you have anything else I could suck on?” SKLHDLFJHKLDJ wow

chan

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victoirey · 1 year

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— smart phones & shimmyflies . . .

SYNOPSIS !

you find yourself, a 21st century citizen— in Pandora. what will you do ?

gn!human!genz!reader / " im sorry , do you guys have any chips ? "

taglist / @loaqi @mylovelo-ak @somerandomweeb2 @stomach-bugg09 @cheari @lo-aksgf

hi guys!! this is a prologue for a project I've been planning for a long time! I'm so glad to say that I am putting it in action! woopwoop! I have commitment issues though. I don't know why I'm doing this. the official tag for this series will be 'primitive person in pandora' , and smartphones and shimmyflies will be the official title <3

you slapped on a bandaid to soothe your papercut as you flipped through another page of questions— to be greeted by more questions. there you were, sat in your room— music fading in and out as you did your homework. every question was harder than the last , which was reasonable — as the subject was science , for God's sake. how the hell do you wrap your head around science? or atleast, what you're learning in science right now. what the fuck is an optical phenomenon?! what the fuck is a sonorus?! why the fuck am i learning this, you think, when I could be running free? I could be hanging out with my friends , making silly tiktoks and actually living!

your head drops onto the wooden table, as you groan. "why can't we learn about aliens?" you ask yourself, "aliens are actually interesting. and some may even be hot." you say, "most aliens are hot." honestly, you don't even know what you're saying. you just want an excuse to not do this homework. whether it be by sleeping, watching a movie, hell- maybe even writing fanfiction and posting it on some deadbeat app would be better than this! anything would be better, you concluded.

you raise your head, fast— too fast, that you can't calculate when to stop. you forget the affect that raising your head quickly has on you— and you begin to get a bit woozy.

then your head hits the wall.

blobs of black follow after.

you don't know what to do, you don't know what to say— God, you've been needing a break for so long. as more blobs cloud your vision and as more of your thoughts overlap eachother— your eyes start to get heavier. damn, you didn't know simply hitting your head on a wall could do that shit. atleast you don't have to do your science homework. wait, will you still have to do it even though you blacked out? you should ask Ms. M about that..

out of all the thoughts, however, one seems to be a constant.

i hope im out long enough to be absent for the rest of the week.

the lab was always a constant for norm. it served as a way to get lost in himself, in his work— and right now, he really needed it. they were in the process of building a lab some where near awa'atlu, somewhere near the sullys. it was almost done, but the natives thoughts on it weren't. every time norm stepped out of that lab, unwelcoming glares from the metkayinan people. still, he went on. he tried to better his relationship with them, to learn their ways, to adapt— just as jake and his family did. it was still a work in progress, but it was going good. he was doing good.

being so dedicated to adapting and learning these past few days, he cherished these moments of calm. he was back in his human hold— reading over metkayinan books. his five fingers turned the page of the book, gently; his five fingers— calloused, tired, and yet still... they were relaxed. all of him was relaxed. he felt like he was floating, like he was in a sensorial deprivation chamber — from back on earth. he felt just that. he felt like all of his senses were sucked away temporarily, with all he could feel being the slow pace of his thoughts as they skimmed through a book.

he cherished these moments. he cherished this moment.

you, however, did not. you think you're about to wake up in your pretty little bed but NO. God has other plans for you because apparently hell is too merciful and you feel like you're about to puke. suddenly, you're in a fucking... rainbow or something. maybe it's the bifrost. it's probably the bifrost. when did thor exist? you didn't know and didn't care. you're seven seconds away from absolutely deteriorating and you feel shittier knowing you didn't even get a chance to shower one last time before drowning! then again, you showered yesterday but you wanted to feel that sprinkling water on your skin before you fucking died! what the fuck, universe?! you thought— the universe didn't answer.

you feel like you got thrown off the roof and these are your last moments before you eventually splat on the floor and die. like literally, bones broken and all. your whole life fucking flashes before your eyes, pictures of you and your friends, of your family— the tears you shed because of them, because of school, because of everything.

you think,

perhaps this is mercy.

still, The Great Mother has other plans.

you splat face first into norm's desk.

he jolts away from you instinctively, the book in his hands discarded as he looks at the fellow human that just came out of nowhere. did the wind carry you here? he didn't want a part in this. you, on the other hand, don't know how the fuck you aren't dead — all you know is that you have a raging headache. you push yourself up, weakly, and criss-cross your legs on norms desk— hand on your head as you let out a big sigh. "fuuuuck..." you say, and your voice is so weak, quiet, & pained. it tugs at norm's heart strings.

then again, he's always had a soft spot for kids like you. even if they ruined his desk.

he coughs to get your attention. your eyes look up at him, and he awkwardly waves "hi?" he says, not sure how to react, "why are you on my desk?"

the headache is long forgotten now, as you jump off his desk and try to grab at anything to use as a weapon. he raises both his hands up— trying to show you he means no harm, and you near hiss, survival instincts kick in. "you are absolutely INSANE. CRAZY. APESHIT. BALLISTIC. if you think I am trusting anyone that lives in a mad science LAB !" you yell, gesturing to your surroundings. this was the most mad scientist core place of your life. "where the fuck am i?!" you ask, tears near. you don't know where you are. you don't know the people here. you don't know what these devices are. you just want to go home already.

norm pities you.

"hey, hey— listen, 'm not gonna hurt you. 'm not gonna hurt you." he reassured, as gently as possible— you back away from him, but that only encourages him to take one step closer to you. his arms remain in the air, "I mean no harm. my name is Norm Spellman. I'm a scientist here at Pandora, and I'm also an operator. I got no experience with weapons. none at all." he tried to joke in his intro, tried to reassure you once more— and you hate to admitit, but it worked. now , you were just confused. you stepped towards him, tears dripping down your cheeks— voice shaky, and yet you stepped towards him— some part of you felt gravitated towards him, for it seemed like the universe had deemed him safe. safe for you. "my name is y/n." you replied, he smiled. "nice to meet you, y/n."

you nodded, eyes still blurry with tears. norm didn't say anything, he just patted your back & beckoned you to sit down. for a while, you stayed like that.

you stayed like that, until finally, you licked your chapped lips and — getting through multiple voice cracks & loads of tears, asked,

"what year is it?"

it wasn't a question you'd ask usually, but faced with guns that could aim themselves— with phones so advanced that your phone couldn't compete, god forbid you don't ask. norm looks at you, your obsolete clothes, your worn out phone that did not look like a phone at all— and your reactions to the environment that surrounded you. he knew that you were not from here, and in the most literal way possible. you were not from this time period. norm pursed his lips, "twenty one seven-ty..." he replied, dragging the y. your eyes bulged, and you slowly looked toward the floor to calculate how far into time you've gone.

it was 2170 here. you were in 2023.

2023 minus 2170.

one hundred fourty seven.

your face contorts into an expression so shocked, so horrifically terrified— that norm can tell from eight hundred miles that you're scared.

you look at him again, and say, to his utter horror—

"do you have a gun on you?"

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kp-alice · 10 months

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Who do you reckon would be into things like over stim / denial / edging? I kinda feel like Joshua’s deff on the list x

Omg hi!! I love your blog so much, thanks for stopping by!! <3

Now, I feel like most of Seventeen would be down for some/all of these if you asked them about it, though some would definitely be more into it than others. And then, of course, there would be a few who would really hate it (*ahem ahem* Seungcheol *ahem*) and who would really "hate" it (Seungkwan), lol.

But yeah, I just wanted to say that while this only includes a few of the members, I think a lot more of them would be at least a little interested. Either way, let's get on with it!! I hope you enjoy ♥

ORGASM CONTROL WITH SUB!SEVENTEEN

Starting off, I think Woozi definitely belongs on this list, though his reasons are mostly practical. Since he's usually spent after just one orgasm, he wants to make it really count, you know? And what better way to go about that than by edging/overstimulation/both? Exactly.

He would love edging so much, the frustration of it somehow blurring with the pleasure so perfectly that it makes him see stars. He also wouldn't mind overstimulation, though he's usually so tired after cumming that he barely has the energy to properly react anymore :( Instead, you'd just have him shaking under you, eyes tightly squeezed shut as he tries to endure the intense feeling. And then you'd speed up even more, making him let out the weakest, most pathetic cry as his hand shoots up to grab your wrist, wordlessly begging you to stop as tears prick at his eyes. Whether you decide to spare him or not is up to you - you both know he'll have no choice but to take it anyway.

Wonwoo would love edging and orgasm denial so, so much. He'd thrive in the challenge of it, letting you constantly test just how far his own body and will can go. Not to mention the delicious, hungry, sadistic gleam in your eyes you'd get every time you did so, making him feel so small and vulnerable it feels like he's falling in love with you all over again.

He'd also like it if you controlled his orgasms in general - even if the two of you were far apart, he'd still call you to ask if he can touch himself, silently hoping that you'd not only say yes, but also stay and talk him through it. Wonwoo also appreciates the convenience of asking your permission, since it's a pretty easy and straightforward way for him to ask you for attention. All in all, Wonwoo would really enjoy you toying with him like this, loving the emotional aspect of it and treating it like an intimate little secret between the two of you <3

...You were teasing him for what felt like hours now, pushing him to the point where even the smallest touch to his cock had him tightly gripping his thighs. You're sat on the edge of your bed in faux disinterest, idly scrolling on your phone while teasing his still-clothed hard-on with your foot. And he has no choice but to take it, obediently kneeling down in front of you and keeping his eyes shut in both embarrassment and concentration, knowing that if he'd even so much as look up at you right now, he wouldn't be able to hold back anymore. Every now and then, a whispered plead comes stuttering past his lips, only for you to either brush it away or ignore it completely. He feels like crying at this point, and he knows you can see it too. And yet, you don't care. And for him, that's the hottest thing he's ever seen.

When it comes to orgasm control, Mingyu is an absolute all-taker. He doesn't have a preference for any of the three and would honestly be down to try everything in one night if you were both down and had enough time. As I've mentioned before, Mingyu loves it when you're mean to him, he doesn't even try to hide it. Any night during which you manage to make him cry is a successful one in his book. He would love the desperation and helplessness of it so much, it would make his head spin in the best way possible. I mean, technically, he's not exactly powerless - he could just disobey and cum whenever, right? But that's not your Mingyu. Instead, Mingyu gets off on the fact that not only are you not allowing him to cum, but because he wants to keep being your perfect boy, he himself is also denying himself the right. And while that's hot on one hand, it also means that sometimes when Mingyu genuinely slips up without meaning to, he's going to need a lot of reassurance from you that it's okay, so please give it to him :(

Vernon seems like someone who's more passive and prefers to keep things simple, so this would be pretty much perfect for him. Because although he's down for mostly anything, sometimes things can get a bit too complicated and intricate for him, which subsequently makes it harder for him to slip into the right mindset. But this, and edging in particular, would be just simple yet effective enough to become a true favorite of his, to the point he would ask you himself to edge him and not give in even when he begs for it.

Overstimulation would work on him just as well, though he would like it a bit less purely because of the pathetic noises it draws out of him every time. He'd try so hard to hold in his whines and whimpers, thighs trembling and fists clenched as his hips seemingly move on their own under you. You'd watch as his cheeks turn a vibrant red, refusing to look at you because he just knows you're grinning from ear to ear, proud of pushing him into such a rare state.

He'll still let you do it anytime you ask him, though (all while trying to pretend he's definitely not as excited about it as you), so ask away and have fun <3

Lastly, you mentioned Joshua, and believe me, he's definitely on the list as well! I just think he's similar to Vernon in the way he enjoys the simplicity yet effectiveness of it, so he's a bit more casual about it than Mingyu or Wonwoo, per se. I also think that Joshua would be pretty good at controlling his expressions and moans, which would make edging and overstimulating him sort of a challenge for you both to see if he'd crack or not.

Thank you for reading! And remember, feedback is always appreciated! ♥

#sub!seventeen #sub!svt #seventeen smut #seventeen headcanons #seventeen reactions #seventeen reaction #seventeen headcanon #sub!mingyu #sub!wonwoo #sub!idol #sub!joshua #sub!vernon #sub!woozi #seventeen oneshots #sub!seventeen reaction

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shiggybrainr0t · 2 months

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shouto wakes up trapped underneath a collapsed building, only to find himself also trapped in your embrace.

warnings: both Shouto and reader are hurt pretty badly </3, blood, immediate threat of death lol?, description of a broken leg, mention of vomiting but it doesn’t happen and isn’t explicitly stated, this is cheesy and unedited

border by @cafekitsune :)

dedicated to andie if they happen to see it because I thought of them while writing my very first Shouto fic 💘

Whenever Shouto awakes, it’s to a pounding headache, intense pain throbbing along the right side of his body, flickering lights, and something soft holding him tightly.

Groggily, he opens his eyes, wincing as the flickering light blinds him for a second. There’s a steady drip drip drip of water falling onto concrete though it’s too dark to make out much of his surroundings as the light flickers off again. The last thing he remembers is coming to an office building, where a villain with an unknown quirk was holding people hostage. A teary sounding gasp makes him look upwards weakly, only now noticing he is laying down.

He sees your face for the first time then. Eyes puffy and red from crying, with a trail of blood dripping from your hairline and down your nose, past your lips to where it becomes smeared as you wipe it away hurriedly.

“You’re awake!”

Your voice is soft, and slightly trembling as you gaze at him with wide, wavering eyes. They’re very pretty, he thinks dazedly. Framed by wet lashes, he also thinks he could look into them forever. Shouto moves to shift only to have his vision flash as pain erupts like molten lava traveling down his side.

“D-don’t try to move! A beam fell on you before you passed out. You were barely able to get out from under it.”

Feeling woozy, Shouto has to close his eyes for a moment to keep the pain from escaping through his mouth. There’s a sickening crack, and he realizes he’s cradled in your arms whenever you whimper and pull him closer, so that his head is resting against your chest and you’re basically hovering over him. He hears rubble begin to hit to ground, and sees you flinch as some small bits of gravel bounce off your head and fall beside him. Your eyes are clenched shut, and a fresh line of blood runs down your face and drips onto his own. No rubble ever hits him.

He’s confused. Why is a civilian, a hurt one at that, putting their life at risk for a pro hero? He’s supposed to be protecting you, yet here you are shielding him with your soft body. He must make a noise, because suddenly you’re looking down at him again, eyes wide with concern, bravely holding back tears now that he is awake.

Softly, you move one of the hands you had cradling his head to wipe at the blood that has dripped onto his cheek. Apologizing quietly, you begin talking again, the almost whispers coming out of your mouth seemingly echoing through the space.

“Your walkie talkie still worked thankfully, for a little while. Deku is here, and so is Red Riot and Uravity. They should have us out of here in no time, so don’t worry ok! Dynamight is also here, but that’s more worrying than anything honestly.”

Shouto can’t help but laugh at your candor, wincing as it makes the pain throbbing through his body flash intensely. You pull him even closer in your lap, now petting his bangs soothingly. Your fingers are soft on his sweaty skin, and he almost purrs whenever you begin to trace the lines of his face in a mesmerizing manner. He doesn’t remember the last time he was comforted like this when he was hurt. Usually it’s himself alone in his untouched apartment, picking up the pieces and taping them back together. He can never quite get them to fit right.

“Are you hurt badly?” His gravely voice seems to surprise you, and quickly you shake your head. He sees you regret it instantly, as you wince harshly afterwards.

“Just my head, and my leg. But not nearly as bad as you are.”

Another crack shoots through the space, and you look up worryingly at the unsteady beams ominously hanging about you. Shouto can see them looming when the light flickers on again. He can also see you. You look a little rough, he’s not going to lie. But at this moment, he doesn’t think he’s seen anyone more beautiful. His own personal angel, sent to comfort him and protect him when he’s been hurt so badly he can’t move.

You make quiet conversation after that, trying to ignore the drips and the cracks. He learns that you’re an ordinary boring office worker, your words not his, but you like your job and your coworkers so it’s not that bad. You learn that Deku has been his best friend since their first year at U.A., and that friendship is still just as strong. He learns that you don’t particularly care for cold soba whenever he brings it up, which makes him look at you in mock horror. It’s funny, seeing the normally stoic hero make such an exaggerated face that you can’t help but giggle.

The conversation dies down after a sickening pop! is heard and suddenly sunlight blinds you both. Looking up, you see shocking red hair and sharp teeth grinning at you and feel relief course through your body. Shouto feels your body relax against his, though you don’t let go. Red Riot reaches for you, but you shake your head again.

“Take Shouto, take Shouto.”

As he is lifted from your arms and into his friends, he sees you smile at him tearfully and give him a little wave. He can see you fully now, and can also see how your leg is bent at such an unnatural angle it had to be agonizing for you, but he never once heard you complain. The last thing he sees before you’re out of sight is Bakugo lifting you into his arms, with a surprising gentleness, saying something that has you nodding before you rest your head on his bare shoulder, relieved tears flooding from your eyes.

A couple days later, as Shouto is scrolling aimlessly through his phone in his hospital bed, he sees a headline that makes him stop.

PRO HERO SHOUTO KEEPS CIVILIAN SAFE WHILE TRAPPED UNDER COLLAPSED BUILDING!

Thinking of your eyes, which so bravely stared into his own, he can’t help but disagree with the article. It was you who kept him safe.

#mat’s writing #shouto #my hero academia #shouto todoroki #shouto x reader #bnha shouto #mha shouto #shouto x you #shouto x y/n #my hero academia headcanons #my hero acedamia #my hero academia fanfiction #mha fanfiction #mha x reader #mha angst #my hero imagines #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero x reader #shouto angst

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welcometomyoasis · 7 months

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Letting go, holding on | seventeen ot13

Pairing: svt x gn! reader Genre: angst Word count: approx. 900 words Warnings: suggestive content, making out, alcohol, arguments A/n: inspired by Vernon’s line in Lie Again at 1.43 min. English translation from seventeen lyrics on YouTube.

Because I love you, because the words I love you isn’t enough, I let you go

Seungcheol, Joshua, Wonwoo, Woozi, Minghao, Vernon

For a while now, he had known that your relationship was going downhill. It started with small, infrequent squabbles about tiny incidents that then turned into blowout arguments about everything and nothing at all. The sweet nothings whispered between you had turned venomous. In the heat of the argument when tensions were running high, each jab, each taunt, were mindlessly chosen. Neither of you backed down. Just as quickly though, you would make up, smashing your lips together, mumbling incoherent apologies, as you chased the high that came with being wrapped in each other's embrace. There was no doubt that you loved and needed each other.

But did you really need to be together? As the once warm, inviting nature of your shared apartment that provided you both with respite from the harshness of everyday life started to turn cold, he starts to reconsider your relationship. He starts to notice the eye bags that appear under both your eyes. He notices how you both withdraw into separate corners of the apartment when you had always been drawn together like magnets. He notices you start drinking more, often coming home to find you drunk and passed out on the couch. He doesn't doubt the love you have for each other. He loves you so much, too much even. And he knows you still love him. The love you have for him is still evident in your eyes. Yet he can tell that this relationship was wearing you down, the spark that he once enjoyed seeing in your eyes was diminishing.

It dawns on him one day, after waking up next to you huddled against his bare chest, that maybe, just maybe, it would be better for both of you to split up. Physically, you might be with him but he misses you. He misses your bright smile, the passion and spark in your eyes. He misses who you were. Who you both were. With a heavy heart, he slips out of bed and packs his things. He loves you with all his heart. Those three words alone, "i love you", will never encapsulate just how much love he feels towards you. Carrying his bag, he moves towards your sleeping form, kissing your forehead for the last time before he turns to leave your shared apartment forever. It’s for your sake. He tells himself, for your sake, to help you to heal, to return you to what you were, he decides that it is best to let you go.

Because I love you, because the words I love you isn’t enough, I’m holding onto you

Jeonghan, Junhui, Soonyoung, Dokyeom, Mingyu, Seungkwan, Chan

He messed up. That’s all he can think about.

Close to two hours ago, following an argument, you stormed out of your shared apartment with hot angry tears streaming down your face, screaming “don’t follow me” as you slammed the door in his face. Honestly, he can’t even remember what the fight was about. All he knows is that before he could stop himself, he had spat an insult at you. He had targeted one of your deepest fears and insecurities. One that had taken you so long to open up to him. Once the words left his mouth, it was like time stopped. He could see the hurt, pain, and anger flashed through your eyes. The look of utter betrayal painted on your face shocked him to his core. Seeing you like that broke his heart to pieces. Then again, he had broken yours first.

Letting out an exhausted sigh, as he begins to use his sleeves to wipe the tears that had once again begun to blur his vision, the front door swings open. And there you are, eyes red and puffy from crying, standing in the doorway with your arms wrapped around your body. Unable to mask his relief, he runs towards you, burying his head against the crook of your neck. The words, “I’m so sorry”, “forgive me”, “I love you”, tumbling out of his mouth. For a while you just stay there, letting his salty tears soak into the fabric of your shirt, then you move your hand to run your fingers through his hair, an action which sends him into another fit of sobs. You didn’t say anything, but then again, you didn’t need to. Your actions send him the message he’s been wanting to hear, “I’m here”, “I still love you”.

If there was one thing he took away from this, it was that he needed you. He was addicted to you. Your laugh, your smile, your scent. He loves the way you hum when you do chores, the way you brighten up when you see something adorable. Most of all, he appreciates and loves the way you still let him embrace you even though he hurt you deeply. Words alone would never be able to express the gratitude and love he feels towards you. It’s not going to be easy, but he trusts that with time (and a lot of effort on his part) that the wounds in your relationship would heal. He’s selfish, he knows, to want to keep you by his side despite the pain he caused you. As you both stand in your doorway, and he hugs you tighter to his body, he knows that he can’t help being selfish. He knows he won’t regret it either, because at the end of the day, what matters is that he’s trying his best to hold onto you.

taglist: @weird-bookworm @wonijinjin @babyleostuff

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mindofadoll · 4 months

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Since you asked so nicely <3

Id love to take you to a random college party to which I oh so desperatly begged begged you you come but ofc you felt something was off because of how much I was prodding and begging you to come with me- and didn't feel like it. But you brushed it away and now you're getting dressed doing my makeup and I do yours.

Eventually I take you there and there's alot of ppl. Not a man in sight all girls dressed in pretty dresses and slutty outfits.

So far so good.

You even start to like the atmosphere giving up on wanting to go home. However I hand you a drink and then another, and another. It's booze ofc you drink it not thinking much of it. And as you feel the alcohol hit your nerves and make you woozy- I'd so graciously take you. You'll think I'm just taking you home but that's when you realize youre in the basement of the house. Still- dazed and buzzed you don't even feel it when i tie you face down on a table. Securing your wrists and ankles with zipties. An uncomfortable position you whine and squirm under as I coo to you to stay still even though you probably didn't hear that. As time passed and I'm done securing you up like a pretty little present on a table, ass up, knees wide apart as your chest touches the cold table you sober up. That's when you see and realize the zipties cutting at your skin, the silhouettes of people all around you. The girls from the party. You're the prize darling. Matter of fact you're the life of the party. The main course. The big present everyone's waiting for. As you start to panic I tell you "it's alryt, we'll all be gentle okay?" As I run the tip of my box cutter grazing your spine down to your cunt slightly nicking your inner thigh as you yawp in panic. I cut apart your pretty dress like the wrapping of my gift as I tell the rest of the pretty ladies to join in. That's when you'll start to feel the rest of the girls and females' arms grabbing at you, at your dress as you cry and sob and beg me to stop yanking at the restraints. They're all getting a chance at cutting away at your dress like a birthday cake and unwrapping their present with both sweet and soft hands as well as calloused hands that prod at your leaking cunt. Running their slick covered fingers up and down your folds.

"You're liking this aren't you pretty girl?"

You're soaking already so you can only imagine how everyone is riled up, excited and ready. How'd you feel when they're all teasing and grabbing you, using your holes, fitting they're girlcocks straps and fingers slaming them all at once because they're all too impatient raping and abusing all of you. While all you could do is cry and watch me, your good friend- or so you thought, laugh and use you as well. "Hope you don't mind bunni, i didn't know how to ask you. Everyone's have a good time anyways." I coo inbetween.

I even whisper a tiny thank you cuz all my friends are enjoying you while you're shaking tremoring. You'll eventually settle in after hours of it unable to count how many time you came or everyone else came in you. It’s going to be so embarrassing when you cum on your rapists cocks and straps for the first time. Sobbing and begging as you’re split apart like a cheap fucksleeve, unable to keep a moan from escaping while you’re pumped full like some cheap whore. Pain turning into pleasure as you try to deny how good you feel. How wrong it truly is but here you are. Broken and braindead. Just a pretty little thing. Just a hole.

But dw I'll get you new clothes and ice cream afterwards ♡

This is so hot I'm shaking. I've always fantasized about being shared, but how you laided this out for me is so hot. Sorry for not responding to this sooner. Honestly I was thinking about keeping this for myself.

#wlw nsft #wlw ns/fw #sapphic ns/fw #lesbian ns/fw #lesbian smut #sapphic nsft #wlw noncon #anon ask #wlw concepts #wlw blog #bottomposting

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outro-jo · 1 year

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when you watch the next episode without svt

pairing: svt x reader

type: reaction

warnings: none really, grumpy boys, emotionally manipulative jeonghan 🙄

request: not really but my friend gave me the idea

a/n: please read info before requesting 🩵

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scoups- he had been looking forward to this for days. it got him through long practices and times when the boys were bugging him. when he needed to go to a happy place he would just think about being cuddled up to you and finally finding out what happens to your beloved protagonist. the second the spoiler left your lips his heart sank and his lips poked out in a pout. “wait, you watched it without me?” he of course sat through it with you but he pouted the entire time.

jeonghan- he knew you did but that wasn’t gonna stop him from making you feel terrible about it. “babe! are you serious! i was looking forward to finding out what happens with you! i’ve been waiting all week.” it was absolutely a lie. as soon as he saw the little red bar across the episode thumbnail, he knew exactly what you had done and immediately watched the episode. he wasn’t about to let you know that now, not when you were making his favorite dinner and then sat down to cuddle him while watching the episode. you kept giving little kisses of apology… until he spoiled the episode himself. “oops?”

joshua- he honestly doesn’t care. our unbothered king only really waits because you care about it so much but he knows with his schedule and how impatient you are that he may not always get to watch episodes with you. he’ll tease you a little about your impatience but at the end of the day he just loves spending time with you so he watches it with you anyways.

jun- he’s not mad… just disappointed. one of his favorite things about watching shows with you is seeing your reactions because you’re so expressive. sometimes you immerse yourself so much in shows that you’ll take things personally and he finds it adorable. now he doesn’t get to see your reaction to probably one of the best moments in the season. it’s nothing that some cuddles can’t fix though.

hoshi- our tiger is OFFENDED. you spent the entire season reminding him not to watch episodes without you, you’d send texts and scold him, only to not even listen yourself. it doesn’t matter how many times you apologize, he still sits on the sofa with his arms crossed and his lips in a pout. he’ll talk about it even days later and it took a LOT of convincing to start a new show together again.

wonwoo- he honestly thinks it’s funny. it’s amusing to him that you’re so impatient that you can’t wait and he’s still just excited to see what happens even if you already know. he loves the way you can hardly contain yourself with the big plot twist and loves the way you glance over at him to see how he’s going to react.

woozi- annoyed. he knew it would be a while before you could see the big finale of your show with his work schedule but you promised him. he also knows how upset you’d be if he did the same to you and honestly he just wants the same kind of respect.

dk- ooohhh he’s pretty irritated but our sunshine isn’t one to be too confrontational so he keeps it to himself. he gives you a warm smile and tells you it’s ok but man, is he side eyeing you HARD while he’s watching.

mingyu- mingyu is PISSED. he can’t believe you’d watch it without him after you two had invested so much in the season. you knew how much this show meant to him and how much he loves watching it with you and you just couldn’t help yourself. but with some aegyo apologies and lots of kisses, he’ll learn to forgive you.

the8- to be honest, you and minghao have VERY different tastes in shows so when you finally found one you could agree on it was nothing short of a miracle. when the final episode came out he told you it might be a few days before he could come watch it with you and you were disappointed but you understood. minghao wasn’t so upset that you watched it without him, it was more that you didn’t say anything when you did and pretended like you hadn’t seen it. it kinda felt like you were lying to him and he HATES lying. once the two of you talked it out though you were all good.

seungkwan- he made a BIIIGGG deal about it. he was ranting and raving for a good thirty minutes and you just let him. it was your fault after all but once he got it out of his system, he sat down and watched it with you. he also side eyed you for a while but once it got to the good stuff he was so shocked you two feel right back into your usual dynamics. you still had to make it up to him somehow though.

vernon- another unbothered king. he was watching this show mostly for you and knew you probably couldn’t wait anyways so he almost expected it. he chuckled a little and asked if it was good but you refused to spoil anything for him. he agreed that it was good but he’s so lowkey, he never really gives you any sort of crazy reaction. your reliable vernon.

dino- another one who was disappointed but he’s so in love with you it doesn’t really matter what you do. you can do no wrong in his eyes. while he was a little sad, he still sat down with you and enjoyed the show. he also enjoyed the kisses to make up for your mistake.

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antiodote · 2 years

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she can't finish and they fight - part III

warnings: drug/alcohol abuse, mention of purging, slight mentions of sexual activity (but not really)

"fuck you, harry."

part I & II

+++

she had slept in her car that night.

more specifically, she had parked in her gym’s parking lot and fell asleep in her car. her idea? get to the gym at 6 in the morning, run for an hour straight at an ungodly speed that might make her sick, shower and scrub her body so thoroughly that it hurt, get ready in the bathroom of said gym and arrive at work bright and early as if nothing ever happened. she even thought about getting some iced coffee on the way. you know, as a treat.

she also felt numb. so, so numb.

after she had left home - no, harry’s place - she wondered if all of it was a nightmare. some sort of hallucination that manifested itself into her brain after 6 weeks of straight malnourishment and sleep deprivation. never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that he would ever speak to her in that way or do something like that to her; question her trust like that. she asked herself if she even knew who he was or if the last four years had been a lie, but somewhere between taking an impossibly hot shower and slapping tons of concealer under her eyes in an attempt to cover her dark circles, she had decided to not think about it for as long as she possibly could. she just wouldn’t think about it, wouldn’t talk to anyone about it and she definitely, definitely, definitely wasn’t going to face him anytime soon.

and so, she arrived at work at 8:54 am, ready to get some work done and pretend that everything was as it should be. fortunately for her, it seemed to work out - for most of the day, that is.

she had greeted some co-workers, wrote down a list of to-do’s for the day, checked off those to-do’s one by one, had some coffee, ate some lettuce wraps for lunch and threw up said lettuce wraps, returned to drinking coffee and nothing but. with a few meetings here and there, some office gossip and a pile of work later, her work day was finished. she found herself wishing that she could be stuck in that loop for the rest of her life - or at least for another few hours - so she could escape the reality of things for just a tiny bit longer. things don’t seem to go to plan for her lately.

“you’re leaving early? is it christmas already?”

she turned around to find tony, one of her coworkers, looking at her with an expression that indicated humour. she wasn’t really up for humour right now, but she also didn’t want to seem any more off than she probably already did. so, she forced a chuckle and answered.

“well, technically, I’m not leaving early. I just finished my work on time and don’t really feel like staying longer today, honestly.”

“so compared to your usual hours, you’re still leaving early.”

she looked at him with a frozen smile that didn’t reach her eyes. she hated when people - no, men - repeated her exact words back to her as if she were stupid. she hated it with a passion. harry never spoke to her like that. she should tell him all about it once she gets home, she thought.

as she realised that she couldn’t do that, she quickly turned away from tony to resume packing her bag.

“I suppose you’re right, tony. what can I do for you?”

he hoped her tone indicated her lack of interest in their conversation. she truly desired nothing more than to get out of this office and figure out her plan for the next few days.

“some of us wanted to get some drinks at this bar down the street. you know, the one that does trivia on wednesday nights? would you like to join us? you can tell your boyfriend to come!”

every single part of those sentences made her feel woozy. the idea of having drinks with her coworkers was absolutely atrocious; she couldn’t physically think of something that she would’ve liked to do less at that moment. however, the mention of him made her suddenly want something to drown out her thoughts with. she usually never resorted to alcohol, but the burn of some heavy liquor in her throat would for sure help her out, at least for now. she needed to feel something. so, without giving it much more thought, she turned around, smiled, and almost robotically replied.

“sure, I’d love to come. thanks for the invite! I’ll ask if he can make it.”

+++

8pm arrived and y/n was piss drunk.

when they arrived at the bar her coworkers ordered a round of different dishes for the table while she immediately went for the drinks. beer wasn’t her favourite, so vodka would suffice. one drink turned into two, two turned into four and before she realised, she found herself 7 drinks deep into her own abyssal torment. none of her coworkers seemed to notice, either because they lacked interest or she was too good at hiding her intoxication. she barely spoke at the table, anyway.

“so, y/n! where is that lovely boyfriend of yours? we haven’t seen him since last year’s christmas party. he was fun!” one of her older coworkers, maude, chirped.

y/n looked up from her drink, slightly disoriented at first. she kept forgetting that the outside world wasn’t aware of how her life crumbled into pieces at her feet.

act normal. act normal. act normal.

“oh, he’s been pretty busy. you know, with his music and stuff. I’m sorry he couldn’t make it tonight.” she replied. funny how she didn’t even know where he was, right now.

“oh, that’s a shame. make sure to bring him around again soon! he did a whole coffee run when he visited you last time. even paid for my extra pumps of hazelnut syrup, the ol’ charmer.” maude giggled. y/n forgot how older ladies seemed to adore him. then again, everyone did.

she also did.

in an attempt to seem flattered, she shook her head with a smile on her face. she couldn’t possibly have any of them suspect anything. the last thing she needed was to be the subject of infuriating office chitchat. luckily, she found it quite easy to keep up fake conversation and with that, fake emotion. she truly didn’t care for the people she worked with. a job was a job, nothing more. sure, she loved what she did, but it didn’t change the fact that her job wasn’t her life, or at least, shouldn’t be. she barely cared about her boss, but she did care about the money. a lot.

for all she cared, she was going to keep up the lie for as long as she had to, and she was fine with that. but maybe, just maybe, it gave her an excuse to pretend that everything was still okay between her and harry. she might as well treat her workplace as an alternate reality; a parallel universe where she could still go home to her lover and had never been kicked out of her own home. a home she helped to build with all the love she possessed in her heart.

oh, what a waste of love, she thought.

“y/n, are you still with us?”

“huh? what?”

people laughed. her eyebrows furrowed. she glanced around. she was confused. she felt embarrassed.

“oh, darling, maybe cut back on those drinks you’ve been chugging! I mean, I know you’re a heavyweight and it’s the weekend, but you just totally spaced out on us!“ lena - a younger coworker of hers - said, giggling her way through her remark.

“oh god, sorry. it’s been a long week, you know how it is.” she tried to go along with the joke, while truthfully feeling mortified for letting her guard down. “what were you saying?”

she honestly couldn’t care less.

“oh, we were just talking about potentially making this a regular thing! you know, to strengthen team morale and all.”

she smiled. there was no way in hell.

“sure! sounds fun.”

they nodded in agreement, believing her made-up enthusiasm. maybe she should’ve gone to acting school with how believable her act was. or they might just not care about her, just like she doesn’t care about them. they definitely didn’t care enough to ask.

the question was: who did care about her?

her coworkers don’t seem to do so. she’d barely seen any of her friends for a long while now. she hadn’t spoken to her family in what felt like forever.

she always thought that harry cared.

harry. oh, harry.

harry. harry. harry.

she suddenly rose up from her seat, pulling everyone’s eyes in her direction.

“I’m gonna use the restroom.”

and gone she was.

her heart was beating unbelievably fast. she wasn’t feeling good, at all. maybe the alcohol did take a toll on her.

without checking her surroundings, she almost bolted to the restroom. as soon as she entered, she picked one of the empty stalls and found purchase on the sticky floor, almost dramatically sliding down along the closed door. she needed to breathe. her head hung low between her bent knees, her hands clasping around her ears. with her eyes screwed shut and her hearing now impacted, she was now robbed of most of her senses, grounding her somewhat. ‘please, please, please’ was chanted in her head like a mantra; she couldn’t lose her composure like this, anything else was not as important at this moment.

“everything okay in there? should I get someone?”

her head shot up. fuck.

her breathing must’ve been heavy or maybe the words she repeated weren’t as quiet as she thought. she wasn’t sure who was behind the door, but she wasn’t strong enough to face them.

“uh, I’m okay! thanks for asking.”

silence.

“y/n? is that you?”

wait, what? she knew that voice.

she got up to open the door and was suddenly faced with a very familiar face.

“jane?”

+++

harry doesn’t remember the last time he felt so hollow. with every moment that passed, he felt more and more like he was drowning. like he was making a terrible, terrible mistake.

the last thing she had said to him before she went to pack a bag was ‘fuck you, harry.’ and truthfully, at first, he was angry. angry at how they argued, angry at her for leaving, angry at himself for not asking her to stay. it was a little later though, right after the door slammed shut behind her that he realised he couldn’t have asked her to stay when he was the one who told her to leave.

and then it dawned on him. he told her to leave. he kicked her out. in the middle of the night. in a city where he himself had been robbed at knifepoint not too long ago.

the panic kicked in soon after.

so, he called. and called. and called.

but she never answered.

after the 30th call, her phone went straight to voicemail. that was when harry really started freaking out.

where did she go? was she safe? what if something happened? harry wouldn’t forgive himself if something were to have happened.

he bit and chewed on his fingers until they bled. he didn’t sleep. his mind and soul were surrounded by an image of her in danger. in pain. hurt.

though, he hurt her that night.

he was the one who put her in that situation. he hurt her. why the fuck did he do that? why the actual fuck did he do that?

when the panic passed, the self-loathing soon followed. he didn’t understand how things were so quick to turn around when they were more than okay a mere few weeks ago. he treated her like she was disposable and he doesn’t think he will ever forgive himself for it.

when the hatred for himself outweighed the worry he had for her, he resorted to pills to find slumber that night. the sleep was terrible, but it was better than nothing.

he woke up the next morning, finding himself on his kitchen floor. he must’ve passed out then and there. he checked the clock just above the fridge. the time was 9:15 AM. if she was okay, she must be at work. he could go there to check on her, see if her car was there. but, then again, he felt like he was the last person she wanted around her at this moment. if she was even alive, that is.

his rationality came back to him somewhere after 11 in the morning, just after his shower. she was a strong and capable woman, she was probably fine. she had to be, or he was never going to be fine again.

he went back to the kitchen to fetch himself some water for his run. if there was one thing that helped him, it was running for miles and miles and miles ahead and drowning out his surroundings with music through his headphones. as he opened the fridge he was faced with a bowl that was filled with cubes of fruit. the bowl was shaped like a lemon and had the colour to go with it. he remembers how y/n had picked it out online, gushing over how cute and fitting it is.

‘you always sing about fruit! might as well have a lemon-shaped bowl, if you ask me.’

he remembers how he had chuckled in response, pulled her in for a kiss on her temple, and replied ‘whatever you want, love.’

why do those days feel so far away now?

he looked all around the kitchen and observed how every nook and cranny of this house had pieces of her littered all over it. the kitchen clock; a soft yellow one with slender, roman numbering on it - she chose it. the light pink cabinets - she painted them. actually, they painted them together and made sweet love on that very floor when they were finished. every piece of decoration - she had collected them whenever they had travelled. he particularly took notice of a framed picture right next to the sink. a moment captured when they made fresh pasta at his mother’s house when they were there for her birthday, two years ago. he remembered the moment so, so vividly.

‘harry, for goodness’ sake! you’re making a mess!’

she was the one who rolled out the dough by hand, since harry had previously dropped the pasta maker on the floor, resulting in its break. feeling a little useless, he wanted to do whatever he could to make her laugh. so, he did what any child would do: poured flour over them. first, her nose. then, her cheeks. shortly after, her head. and when she was sick of him, she grabbed the packet from his grasp and poured every last bit over him. her glimmering eyes looked straight at his playful ones. she bit her lips, in order to deny him the satisfaction of a laugh, and he looked just about ready to burst at the seams.

in that moment, his sister quietly took a picture, making sure to get it back to them for one of their birthdays. when she was done, she clapped her hands to gain their attention, and suddenly they stood there like deers caught in headlights.

then, laughter erupted. loud, hearty, full laughter.

harry had to physically shake his head to lose the memory. when a sudden sickness overcame him, he found himself emptying the contents of his stomach right into said sink. was this kind of behaviour normal after a breakup? he didn’t know.

breakup. breakup. breakup.

the word swam around his vision, making him want to gauge his own eyes out. were they broken up, now? could she ever forgive him? then again, could he forgive her for lying to him? his mind was swarmed with all sorts of questions that he had no way of finding an answer to, at least not anytime soon.

he needed to go on that run.

so, he did. and ever so conveniently, he ran by her workplace. low and behold, her car was there, unscathed. relief flooded him, but so did dread. because if she was at work, that meant she was fine. which also meant that she didn’t pick up his calls on purpose. she didn’t want to talk to him.

good. maybe they shouldn’t talk for a while. whatever.

he ran back home and didn’t leave the house for the remaining day.

+++

jane was y/n’s lifelong friend. they went to high school together and were usually inseparable. however, with both of their schedules being as crazy as they were, they rarely saw each other these days. when jane saw the state of her in that bathroom stall, she paid for her tab and drove her home. y/n didn’t say much in that time, still in a state of sensory overload. it was only when she saw how they were approaching harry’s driveway that she spoke.

“we can’t go there.”

jane whipped her head towards the passenger seat. “what do you mean, petal?”

y/n stared straight ahead. “we can’t go to harry’s place. can I stay with you tonight? I’ll explain everything.”

jane looked at her for a few beats longer, worry etched deep into her features, until she turned her car around and drove to her own apartment. just over 30 minutes later, they arrived.

y/n soon realised how drunk she truly was, especially when the glare of the white lightbulbs in jane’s bathroom made her head throb and her guts churn. she ended up leaning above the toilet bowl in an attempt to empty the contents of her stomach, however, her attempt was in vain; nothing left her stomach. and yet, she felt so empty.

she wished that she had shouted at harry, maybe even slap him across his annoyingly pretty face. she wished she had done something to stop him from doing what he did. but alas, just like nothing left her now, nothing left her then. she was always so perfectly contained. harry had even told her on multiple occasions that she needed to let loose, even if it was just a little bit. he was good at helping her with that. she always felt so unbothered and carefree in his presence.

oh, harry. what have you done?

“god, harry. you fucking idiot.”

the first sob of the night left her. then came the second. the third quickly followed. all of a sudden, she found herself crying in agony over her best friend’s toilet.

“y/n, you okay?? can I come in?” jane called from the other side of the door, but y/n didn’t hear. the echo of her cries within the toilet bowl was too loud for her to be aware of her surroundings. thus, a very worried-looking jane came bursting through the door. as she found y/n in literal shambles across the bathroom floor, she couldn’t help but choke up herself. she’d never seen her like this, and it truly broke her heart.

“hey, hey pretty girl, it’s alright. I’m here, good god, I’m here. let it all out.”

jane ended up cradling y/n, almost like you would calm a crying baby, and y/n didn’t realise how much she truly needed it. however, she still didn’t dare to speak. she feared that, once she recalled the events out loud, they would become reality. she wasn’t ready for that to happen, not yet. maybe not ever, but definitely not now.

so she cried and cried and cried until there was nothing left to give. jane and her wordlessly went to bed that night, bundled up in blankets to keep out the cold.

y/n feared she might never feel normal again, if she even knew what that was. she felt like harry completed her, and that scared her to death.

when she woke up the next day, she finally threw up. with the vodka finally out of her system and her stomach basically cleansed, she felt a lot better than she thought she would. the headache was manageable and the nausea came and went. she could survive this.

she didn’t know about the rest of her circumstances, though.

whenever the thought of him popped into her head, she did whatever she could to distract herself. first thing in the morning? she showered after her journey to the toilet bowl. after the shower? extensive skincare. when she saw her tired expression in the mirror? left the bathroom to borrow some of jane’s clothes. eventually, she had run out of distractions in the bedroom, so she escaped to the kitchen. when she started preparing breakfast and turned up the radio just a touch, she was reminded of him, again. soon enough, she realised that everything reminded her of him, and there was nothing she could do about it. would be too easy, right?

for the first time in a while, she felt vulnerable. raw. like there was no skin over her pain and a gust of wind could make it bleed.

the realisation knocked the air out of her for just a moment, but it was enough for her to turn the stove off and sit down. she felt as if she had just run up the stairs, in fear that somebody was chasing her. she felt out of breath, disoriented and weirded out. maybe she should go to that doctor to talk about her anxiety, harry had always-

“hey, you! making some breakfast? how kind.” jane chimed, bright and chipper, ripping y/n out of her thoughts. she caught her gaze, offering a smile. “oh, I was just up early today. the eggs are probably burnt, though. just a heads up.”

jane nodded and went straight to her bag of toaster waffles and popped one of them into her mouth. a quick turn later, she faced y/n with an apologetic expression. as much as she wanted to grant y/n her bit of privacy, she needed to know what happened. before jane could open her mouth, y/n spoke. she spoke and spoke and spoke, retelling the whole thing, from the moment she felt overwhelmed at work, right up to the point where harry kicked her out. this was the second day she wasn’t at his place, refusing to refer to it as ‘home’, and everything still felt awfully unreal. jane listened and listened until she snapped.

“hold on, what? you slept in your damn car? why didn’t you call me? y/n, that was so unsafe, dear god!”

she was pacing up and down her lengthy kitchen, trying to wrap her head around how her best friend’s picture-perfect relationship went to shit without anybody else noticing.

“I know, jane, I know, but I wasn’t really thinking and I didn’t want to bother anyone. the two of us have barely spoken lately, and-“

“as if that matters! y/n, you’re my best friend, okay? my ride or die. it doesn’t matter if I see you once a week or once a year, I am the person you tell these things to, okay? I’m the person you ask for help!”

y/n didn’t answer, shame clouding her senses. instead, her gaze turned downwards and she started picking her nails.

“you’re staying with me until we figure this out, okay? I don’t want to hear shit.”

when y/n didn’t answer, jane physically forced her to look at her by nudging her hand under her chin and gently dragging it upwards. “got it, petal?”

y/n nodded.

“wonderful! oh, and if I see harry, just know I’m gonna beat the shit out of him. lord knows he deserved it-“

“you will not, okay?”

jane looked at y/n as if she had grown a third head. confusedly, she goes: “wait, are you planning to forgive him, or something?”

y/n became frustrated. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do yet, okay? I just don’t know. I can’t face him for a bit, but I can’t tell you what’ll happen afterwards. please don’t hurt him, I know that you actually would.”

jane listened, processed, and nodded. she didn’t want to cause her any more emotional turmoil.

“okay, dude. whatever you say. now, let’s plan this sleepover of ours!”

+++

it’d been seven days since harry had last seen her. with every day that had passed, his emotions spiralled.

his first phase: hatred.

he hated her. he hated her boss, her work, her mindset. he hated all of the things he could blame for their fallout, thus also hating himself. he hated himself so much that he couldn’t bare to look at himself. when he wasn’t excessively punching things in his at-home gym, he got high and broke stuff. he called her and spoke spiteful things onto her voicemail. he cried angry tears and listened to angry, devastating music.

the music triggered the second phase: sorrow.

he cried and cried and cried, especially to sad coldplay songs or the old records that his stepfather used to collect. the crying made him tired, so he slept a lot during this phase. though, as soon as he woke up, he’d be crying again.

when the crying stopped, the depression came.

heaviness shaped his form. his feet felt too heavy to lift, thus his bed became his permanent residence for a bit. his mind was hazy and everything he attempted to do sucked every last bit of energy out of him, resulting in a permanent state of exhaustion.

his empty bed triggered his longest phase: loneliness.

he missed her. so fucking much.

he missed her smell. her peaceful, sleeping state. he missed how she would always have to collect individual hairs off of their covers because her hair just shed in heaps during her slumber. he missed how she’d look up at him when the first few moments of consciousness kissed her in the morning. he missed how he could lay his head on her soft chest and listen to her steady heartbeat. he missed how she would sometimes lovingly grab him by the jaw and pull him down to kiss his forehead. he missed how she used to make him coffee in the morning and he’d eat her out on the kitchen table to say thank you. he missed her body, every mark and every freckle. he missed her voice and wished he’d recorded it at some point. he missed the way she’d hug him from every angle. he missed how she could talk to him for hours about anything. he missed making love to her.

he missed being able to love her.

he feared that she was gone now. far, far away from his reach. he had to make peace with it, though. right?

thus he welcomed his current phase: apathy.

he didn’t care anymore; he wasn’t going to get her back. he’d fucked up too bad, so he resorted to resenting her for her mistakes. the negative emotions that were previously directed towards him only were now evenly distributed amongst her, him, their situation and the world. he didn’t want to talk to anyone, reach out to anyone, or even acknowledge his feelings in any way. as he cleaned up his house from the shards and pieces of the the things he had destroyed, he found a weird sense of serenity in the acceptance of his downfall. all was lost now, what else could go wrong?

then, his phone rang.

he checked. it was sarah.

he wasn’t going to pick up, but she’d called him a few times now. he didn’t want to worry her, so he finally picked up.

“hello?”

a sigh of relief left her.

“goodness, harry, where were you? I’ve been trying to reach you for ages! look, some things need to be picked up for the rehearsal dinner on tuesday. could you maybe handle it? I wouldn’t ask you but mitch and I have been super busy with everything else. pleeaasee?”

harry’s brows furrowed. rehearsal dinner?

then, he remembered. the fucking wedding.

mitch and sarah had been officially married for over a year, yet they never had a proper celebration due to obvious restrictions. and honestly, he’d completely forgotten about it within the last few days. a wedding for his best friends, which she was also supposed to attend. how on earth could he make this right?

“oh! and tell y/n to call me back, please! I’ve been meaning to talk to her about the dresses for the bridesmaids, but her phone is dead or something.”

without missing a beat, harry replied. “yeah, sure. I’ll tell her. also, send me what you need picked up and I’ll get it to you.”

if there was one thing harry and y/n had in common, it was this: they would always put other people’s needs above their own, especially if it concerned their loved ones. there was no way in hell he would make one of his best friends worry about him when her wedding was just around the corner. he’ll pretend if he had to. but he was not going to fuck this up for them.

“oh, you’re an angel! I’ll send you all the details, thank you! I have to go now but give y/n a kiss from me, please. love you! see you later! bye!”

the phone beeped until inevitable silence.

right, so he had to hope that y/n would attend the wedding. no, he had to be sure that she would be there. not only that; he had to hope that she would agree to act normal around their friends, for now.

harry needed to find a way to reach her. he might’ve fucked up his own relationship, but he was not going to spoil his friend’s wedding.

wonderful. what could go wrong? except for absolutely everything?

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PART THREE IS HERE HELLOOOOO

thank you for your patience !! i know it’s been a long time coming. parts of this were kind of hard to write for me, so excuse any ill worded sentences, please <3

i hope you enjoy this one! as always, all the love xx

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lavenderfluorite14 · 3 months

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A Taste of Plums | Astarion x Female!Tav

Chapter 2: Gift

Summary: Tav gave Astarion a gift. Astarion tries to pay her back.

Chapter Rating: 18+, ❤️‍🔥 Blood drinking, Grinding, Frottage, Making Out, Hurt/Comfort, Angstarion, Astarion Character Study and everything that entails, PTSD, Descriptive Explorations of Emotional and Sexual Trauma Full tag list on AO3. Read on AO3. Chapter 1.

The morning dawned pink and rosy, the sun a bloody jewel in the sky. Tav would be waking up soon and Astarion was putting the finishing touches on his apology. He would be concerned, tender. He would be apologetic but not obsequious, and this would never happen again. Unless Tav wanted it to.

Would she want it to? She had certainly been willing, in the beginning at least. But how would she feel the morning after? Astarion wasn’t used to mornings after. And he had been…rougher with her than he had intended. Shame flooded through him when he remembered how he had lost himself in her like a wild beast. But she had felt so good. Astarion didn’t know if he had ever felt this good before.

He felt happy. That was the word, happy. He must have felt happy once, a lifetime ago. But dwelling on ghosts he could no longer remember and who hadn’t bothered to remember him never led anywhere.

He fully understood now why Cazador had deprived them of good blood. Seven full, strong vampire spawn could find a way to overpower a cruel master. But seven malnourished, pathetic slaves were too busy trying to survive the day to plot a coup. Astarion despised how Cazador could cloak his sadism in calculated logic. He could bash Cazador’s skull in.

Tav stumbled out of her tent, clearly still delirious. She had donned her leather jerkin as usual, but she had also conspicuously wound a strip of cloth around her throat and tucked it into her collar, wrapping her neck snugly in the fabric. Blearily, she scanned the camp until she saw him lounging by his tent. Astarion steeled himself.

“Good morning. How do you feel?” He said lowly, so the others wouldn’t hear.

“A bit woozy, but I’ll be ok,” she said sheepishly.

“It’ll pass,” he hoped.

“How do you feel?” Tav asked.

“I feel wonderful,” he preened. “And now you get to reap the benefits of a fully fed vampire.”

“This is true,” she said. “I’m looking forward to seeing you fight today.”

“I’ll have to put on a show for you. Now that I can fight with all my weapons.” He shot her a fanged grin. Tav laughed, a sound he realized that he was beginning to like.

“Good thing I have a front row seat, then,” she said. Tav began shifting uneasily from foot to foot. “Astarion. I know you’ve been hesitant to talk about yourself so far but we really should discuss this, ah, turn of events.” Astarion nodded stiffly. “I suppose I owe you an explanation or two."

He described the difference between a vampire and a vampire spawn and how you can become one. Tav stiffened at the implication: had he been a true vampire, last night could have gone a lot differently.

“But I thought that sunlight killed vampires?” She asked.

“Oh, it does. I should be cinders in this light. I shouldn’t be able to do a lot of things, honestly.” He went through the list: standing in the sun, entering homes uninvited, crossing running water. “As for any other quirks, well,” he chuckled, “we can figure those out in time.” He was looking forward to it. Maybe the tadpole had bestowed other latent powers.

“Well, if I can help, just ask. We are in this together.” Tav gave him a bright, warm, reassuring smile.

“Oh, you are such a sweetheart,” he deflected. Of course she would say something like that.

“Tav, what’s that around your neck?” Shadowheart called towards them. Tav’s hand flitted towards her neck instinctively, her eyes darting to Astarion. He didn’t move. He wanted to see what she would do.

“I’m just a little cold today so I found a scarf,” she said. She was covering for him. She was really covering for him. Astarion’s stomach dropped. Usually Tav was better at this.

“Tchk. We heard your carousing last night,” Lae’Zel spoke.

“Is that blood?” Wyll pointed towards the scarf, where a small patch of crimson was blooming across the fabric. Astarion licked his fangs.

“Darlings, I’m afraid I have something rather small I’ve neglected to tell you.”

“Astarion,” Tav turned towards him but he anchored his hand on the small of her back reassuringly. If he now had Tav's support then this was his best opportunity to tell them.

“It’s all right, my dear. They were going to find out eventually.” He squashed the doubt inside him into a hard little ball and cleared his throat. “I am a vampire,” Astarion announced. There was a brief moment where no one spoke.

“So be it. But if I wake with so much as a drop of blood at my throat, I will end you,” Lae’Zel growled. Duly noted.

“I trust him,” Tav interjected. “He won’t hurt us. He has had ample opportunity to do so and has instead become a strong ally.” The group paused again, sharing a glance among themselves. Gale broke the silence.

“Well, I’m disappointed that you didn’t tell me sooner. I’m a pretty open-minded man, actually. But just a word of warning, Astarion: I taste absolutely awful.” What a shame.

“Vamps don’t scare me. No sense judging someone for who they are.” Karlach piped up. “’Cept devils, obviously.” He knew he liked Karlach.

“So long as there are no innocents, I am fine.” Wyll said. “And so long as you keep your fangs to yourself.” Wyll would probably be too sweet, anyway.

“A vampire?” Shadowheart rolled her eyes. “I suppose I can live with that. We’re already monsters in the making, what’s one more. Now come here, Tav. We can’t have you leaving camp looking like that.” Shadowheart led Tav away, her healing magic already surrounding them in a soft blue glow.

But once Tav was out of earshot, the others closed ranks. “I meant it when I said no innocents, Astarion. And if you hurt Tav, you will have to answer to all of us.” Wyll said.

“Is the Blade of Frontiers already rushing to the damsel’s rescue?” Astarion scoffed. “I didn’t do anything to Tav that she didn’t sweetly ask for.”

“I don’t care what happens in your tent. But if you can’t control your bloodlust then I will control it for you,” Lae’Zel rasped, her words a heavy threat.

“Now that I no longer need to hide and we all have an understanding, we will have a perfect accord.” Astarion sniffed. “I am here in the spirit of teamwork and understanding-”

“You say all the right things Astarion, but I don’t think you mean the right things.” Gale accused. Astarion glared back, uncowed. “But either way, Tav trusts you and I will respect that decision. Just promise us there’s no more secrets.”

“I have already told you everything you need to know about me,” Astarion smiled thinly. Gale sighed disapprovingly. “Very well. I suppose I can live with that.” The group dispersed uneasily, leaving Astarion alone to finish donning his armor. Astarion released a shuddering sigh, relief flooding through him. That had gone much better than he had expected. But although they weren’t going to kill him, he had been right: his companions would never actually accept a vampire. And rightfully so, he thought bitterly.

Shadowheart had been able to close her wounds and heal her neck, but she hadn’t been able to cure Tav’s dizziness. Apparently she knew the perfect spell, but wasn’t strong enough to cast it yet. Of course.

Tav had been keeping up so far, but she wasn’t acting quite like herself. Before she had been quick with a joke and a laugh, but today she was lagging behind. She lacked her usual air of conviction when she spoke. Yet although his eye lingered on her worryingly, Astarion couldn’t bring himself to regret last night’s unexpected tryst.

She had been incredible. Delectable, even. He had known conceptually that such pleasure was possible, he’d imagined it often, but he had never physically experienced anything like that before. And now its source slept 20 feet away, snug in its own bedroll. Would she let him taste her again? Tav had been understanding and supportive of him so far, but one could never be sure.

The thought of never having Tav again made him feel cold. He could content himself with less, he had done so for centuries. He’d keep himself warm with the memory of her. And her support had theoretically opened up a veritable buffet of other dining options for him. Surely someone else would be just as delicious. He didn’t need Tav.

His eye lingered on her as they moved deeper into the Emerald Grove. Tav really was beautiful, in her own way. Cazador had demanded that they bring him only the beautiful and the strong to dine on. It was said that beauty and strength made the blood richer to the taste. Astarion could recall several times when Cazador had rejected his victims for whatever fickle reason he could concoct. He had still drained them of course, but Astarion had been punished hideously each time.

“Are your standards truly so low? You think this is beautiful, you think this is worthy of me ?”

He wouldn’t reject Tav, Astarion thought. Cazador would have been delighted if Astarion had brought her home. His gut squirmed.

The druids were awful, tedious creatures. These petty squabbles had nothing to do with him and Astarion didn’t see the point in sticking his neck out for Tieflings who would be dead in a week anyway. Especially now that he could choose whether he stuck his neck out or not. But Tav cared. So they were off to find this Halsin character. Astarion rolled his eyes.

Tav needed to rest earlier than usual today. While they were resting, Astarion wandered down to the small, sandy coastline bordering the grove and plopped down onto a rock, slouching gracefully. He just needed a quiet moment to himself. But something clinked when he sat down. Astarion craned his neck to investigate and caught a flash of gold hidden beneath the rock. Carefully, he slipped his hand underneath the rock, fishing for the trinket. He extracted it delicately, holding it up to the light. It was an amulet, carved in the Oakfather’s likeness. As Astarion turned it over, he realized that it had been imbued with a spell, Lesser Restoration, which would cure the wearer from disease, poison, paralysis, or blindness. Astarion swiftly pocketed the treasure, hoping that no one had seen him. Finders keepers.

He returned to find his companions laughing. Wyll was in the middle of regaling them with some heroic exploit of his while Tav spasmed with laughter, her body curling in on itself. Karlach, who Astarion noticed was wearing new leather armor, egged him on. No doubt the armor had been bought by Tav with the gold they had all scavenged, which seemed unfair. Why should Karlach get fine new leathers while he was dressed in rags? He had mended his doublet countless times over the years, but it was still falling apart at the seams. They probably couldn’t tell, he thought bitterly. Astarion had taken enormous pains to hide his threadbare appearance and would be mortified if anyone saw through his embroidered facade, but it still stung that no one did. “Get over here, Fangs!” Karlach called. “You’ve GOT to hear this. Wyll, tell it again.”

“So there I was, surrounded on all sides-“ It was surprisingly a pretty funny story. Wyll had lived a full, interesting life in such a short amount of time. His ragged scars only accentuated his dashing charm and handsome face. Somehow Wyll could make a stone eye twinkle with warmth and sincerity. Despite his own alleged beauty, Astarion knew he could never compete with that. And Tav looked at him with such open fondness and admiration. He ran his thumb over the amulet in his pocket, soothed by the sharp edges.

When Wyll finished his tale, obviously victorious, Astarion said “Yes, well. I’m glad our Blade could sharpen himself on such a useful whetstone.” His words were nice enough, but his tone was sour and ambiguous. Wyll gave him a slight nod, as if he didn’t know what to make of Astarion’s almost compliment.

“Alright everyone, let’s keep moving. We can keep swapping stories while we walk.” Wonderful. He could regale them with all the inventive ways Cazador had enjoyed hurting him over the years.

Tav retired early that night. They had defeated the false paladins, but only just. Astarion had been at the top of his game: his movements were more graceful, his thrusts stronger and more precise. But Tav had fought badly. She had crumpled underneath the swing of a Divine Smite, which had hit her straight in the chest. Astarion had yanked her back up to her feet as fast as he could, but Tav never fully recovered after that. It was Wyll who dealt the killing blow, sending those charlatans back to the hells.

Tav limped all the way back to camp. Karlach had offered her arm, which Tav had taken, but once they arrived at camp Tav quickly disappeared into her tent. Tav had given him so much today, too much. He could never truly repay her, but maybe he could give her a present of his own. One that would keep her in peak condition should they dally again. He could feed on beasts for a time, but if he had the option there was no contest about what he’d choose. She’d been willing last night. Perhaps with the right persuasion, and the right protective amulet, she would be again. Astarion pulled the Amulet of Silvanus out of his pack and slipped it back into his pocket.

He strode as casually as he could to Tav’s tent and gave the canvas a few soft taps by way of greeting. “Come in,” came Tav’s groggy, exhausted voice. Astarion slipped silently inside.

“Darling, today was positively marvelous,” he began. Tav was curled up in her bedroll, already falling asleep. Tav rolled over to face him and Astarion laid down beside her, close enough to tease but not close enough to touch. “I’m glad it was good for one of us,” Tav said, rubbing the premature sleep from her eyes. “Are you feeling better?”

“This is the best I have felt in a long time.” Astarion regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth. They were too true. “You gave me a wonderful gift today. I think it’s only fair that I give you a gift of your own.” He produced the amulet with a quick flick of his wrist. “It’s imbued with a spell that will make you feel so much better,” he purred. “May I?” Tav nodded. “Then sit up for me, my Sweet,” Astarion ordered softly.

As Tav sat up, Astarion gently maneuvered them so that he was sitting behind her, pulling her against his lap. He brushed aside her hair carefully, baring her neck to him. Despite Shadowheart’s healing, he could still see the faint imprint his fangs had left on her skin. He suppressed a possessive shudder. He settled the amulet gently against her throat, trailing his fingers along her collar bones, then her shoulders, then her neck, where he clasped the chain into place. Tav touched the amulet tentatively, using it as a conduit for the Weave. A soft blue light surrounded them and Tav felt her body surge with energy again.

“Thank you,” she said.

“You are more than welcome,” he whispered against the nape of her neck.

“About you biting me,” Tav began.

“I hope this is a satisfactory apology,” Astarion countered. “What more could you possibly want.” His hands drifted down to her waist. “Unless?”

“You can bite me again, if you want,” she said, arching her neck. “If we talk about it first.” Astarion buried his face in her hair.

“I suppose that is a deeply reasonable compromise,” he murmured. “But I promise, no more bites in the night. I will wait very patiently until you invite me to dine with you.” He allowed his hand to slide across her abdomen.

“Will you dine with me tonight?” She asked.

Astarion audibly sighed. “I don’t know, darling. You just got your strength back. You should really rest.”

“I feel so much better, really,” Tav said. She gently clasped his hand in hers, slowly entwining their fingers. “Please, Astarion.” His fangs ached.

“Oh alright,” he said, sliding her backwards so that she sat fully in his lap. Astarion pressed his mouth against her ear. “But only because you beg so prettily,” he said lowly. Tav whimpered softly, but remained still. Then he bit her, hard and deep.

Tav was even more delicious the second time. She was rich and full-bodied, like the wine he must have loved in life. Now that he was merely ravenous and no longer on the brink of starvation, Astarion took smooth, consistent pulls from her, running his tongue over her throat after each bite. Tav melted against him, clutching his hand tightly. He wanted this to feel good for her. He wanted to be able to do this again.

“Astarion,” Tav moaned. He sucked harder against her neck, trying to bruise. She gasped and writhed against him, seeking out friction. Astarion finally allowed himself an experimental thrust, dragging his hard length along her backside. Tav gasped, delighted. They found a crude rhythm, instinctively grinding themselves against each other. Soon the tent was filled with the heady musk of arousal, the metallic tang of blood, Tav’s breathy gasps, and Astarion’s low, guttural groans of pleasure.

All too soon Tav’s heart began to stutter. It was a small murmur that interrupted her previously steady heartbeat. The dark animal inside of him told him to ignore it, to keep drinking until he was completely full. Astarion pulled away, swiping his tongue one last time over her, licking up any stray droplets he had missed. Once he was finished, Tav turned in his lap to face him, winding her arms around his neck.

For a moment they were both still. Tav’s eyes shone with lust and adoration, her breath coming in soft pants. Astarion’s neglected cock pulsed beneath her and he fought the urge to thrust up against her. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this warm, this desperate to be touched. He stared at her, trying to memorize every detail of her wanton expression. Tav pressed her lips against his hungrily and he opened his mouth to her with a soft moan. Tav’s tongue gently lapped at his own, sensuously licking up the remnants of her lifeblood. Astarion reluctantly broke the intoxicating kiss.

“I think it’s time you went to sleep, my dear,” Astarion said. Tav drew back, stung.

“Oh, um, alright.” She quickly slid off his lap and Astarion stood up, too quickly to be nonchalant. “Was that too-“

“Don’t worry, darling. You were perfect,” he said, brushing off non-existent dirt. “But you almost died today. And I need you in tip-top shape tomorrow.” Tav flushed with embarrassment, but nodded. “You are right,” she slowly agreed.

“I always am,” Astarion said. He moved to go, but turned back once he reached the exit to her tent. “Sweet dreams, pet. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He left before she could respond.

Of course there would be a condition. Tav wouldn’t let him drink her blood for free. It was him. He was the price. She would let him drink from her, perhaps nightly, so long as he slid into her bed each time. On some level this felt inevitable. He had always known that he would end up here, tangled in the most powerful party member’s sheets. The tadpole had changed many things but it hadn’t changed what he fundamentally was.

She wanted him. He wanted her. This was a good thing, he’d been actively aiming for this. So what was the harm? His old master had forced him to spread his legs for rotten scraps. His new one would have him on his back in exchange for a feast. This was a good thing!

But Astarion didn’t want a master. He wanted to be free. He wanted….he didn’t know what he wanted. If this was the price then he didn’t think he could pay it after all. Don’t be an idiot, his inner voice mocked. This is the way the world works. Blood for blood. Do you want to go back to Cazador? Then suck it up. This is our one in a million chance to be free and I will not see you fuck it up because, what? The pretty girl wants to kiss you and it makes you feel weird? Would you rather be tortured to within an inch of your pathetic life?

And yet another voice inside of him insisted that this was not fair. Tav had been kind to him. He had fallen on her in the middle of the night and she had fed him. She had defended him publicly to the rest of their company. She had stopped when he had wanted to stop.

Because she wants to fuck you, you imbecile.

He’d talk to her tomorrow and clearly iron out the details of this little arrangement. It was better, actually, if he left her wanting more for a while. He didn’t want her growing bored with him. So long as she didn’t eject him from the group, he could live with anything Tav threw at him. He had survived Cazador. He would survive Tav.

Author's Note:

Astarion is going to have a lot of complicated and contradictory feelings about Tav until more trust is built. This will take time, but I promise we will get there.

Chapter 3: Kiss

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thatonegirlwhowrites · 2 years

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Follow her anywhere || Robin Buckley

Summary: You find yourself following Robin and your other friends into the Upside Down which ends up with you hurt and allows for some long hidden feelings to finally be expressed

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Henderson!reader

Requested: no

Warnings: canon level violence, fluff, worries of homophobia, and crying

Notes: Requests are very much open so please send in stranger things requests! I’ll pretty much write for any character :)

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The last place you expected to be during the spring break of your senior year was another dimension. You had heard your brother and his friends talk about the upside-down but you had never actually been in it…until now. You weren't exactly sure what was going on in your brain when you jumped in the water, all you knew is that you would follow her anywhere…her being Robin Buckley. You had met during the events of starcourt and had basically been inseparable ever since.

You were aware your feelings towards her were different than how you felt about the rest of your friends, but you were also aware that even though you knew Robin liked girls, she would never like you. Even if in some crazy scenario Robin liked you how you liked her, it could never happen. If your mom found out she would certainly ship you off to some conversion camp and you'd never see the light of day again. That was mostly why you had decided to keep it a secret about who you liked. Even your brother, who you had no doubt would accept you with love and open arms had no idea.

So here you were swinging harshly at some monster bats all to make sure a girl you could never be with was okay.

“Y/N watch out!” You weren’t exactly sure whose voice it was because before you could turn in their direction a demobat dragged its claws all the way up your abdomen as you fell to the ground.

“Shit.” You immediately groaned, hurrying back to your feet as you all got the last bat off Steve so he could get up as well. It was clear he had deep injuries of his own, and the concern on Nancy's face screamed louder than the screeching of the bats right above your heads.

You and Robin gave each other a knowing glance. One that clearly states you both recognized the love that was still very much present with Steve in Nancy. Though the semi-happy look Robin had on her face quickly melted into panic as she saw the crimson color peaking through your now half-torn t-shirts.

She had immediately run up to you, but before any words of concern could be uttered, Nancy was now ushering the group towards the tree line as the demobats had laid off for a brief moment.

It didn't go unnoticed with you that Robin had tightly gripped your hand in hers, making sure you were able to keep up so you wouldn't fall behind. You were feeling two very different things right now…pain and love, so much love.

You all were forced to stop when Steve started to get woozy as he fell against Skull rock and it wasn’t long after him that you too began to really feel the effects of the scratch on your abdomen. It wasn’t hard for Robin to pick up on the signs that you needed some help as you attempted to sit.

“Let me help.” Her voice was gentle as she grabbed your hands allowing you to use her as support so you could comfortably sit.

“Thank you.” Your voice was laced with so much admiration and you were sure she could see it in your eyes. Robin somehow always managed to do the right things. It was hard for you to ignore the pounding of your heart as your mind couldn't run away from the thought of her, especially you and her together.

Though in Robin-like fashion her panic set in, “God I really hope those bats didn't give you rabies. I-I really don't think the upside-down has doctors o-or rabies shots for that matter a-and – oh god, look at your stomach! Are you okay? Wait no that's a stupid question, of course you aren't okay!” Her eyes were wild and her voice had raised a couple octaves as she got further into her ramble.

Honestly, it was cute how she rambled so much, but the anxiety-ridden feature of her face sent a weird feeling to your stomach, “Robin, I’m okay. It's just a scratch. Honestly.” You tried your absolute best to reassure her, and maybe yourself a little too.

Clearly, Robin didn't believe a word you just said as she ran up to Nancy to get some extra fabric, “Nancy! I-I need some of that please, Y/N is basically bleeding out!” her voice was loud which caused everyone to then look at you with concern.

“I’m not bleeding out Robin.” You sighed almost wanting to let out a small chuckle.

Heat flooded Robin's cheeks as she walked slowly back over to you, not realizing the scene she made until she had already made it. Instead of digging herself further in the whole, she decided to quietly wrap your waist.

You noticed Robin's quiet demeanor almost immediately, but it was hard to say much as you were very much focused on the sensation of her soft fingers against the skin of your torso. She gently wrapped the fabric much like Nancy had done for Steve.

Yet you were still oblivious to the love in Robin's eyes directed right at you.

“All done.” She spoke quietly before scooting back and slipping off her jacket, “You should put this on, your shirt got pretty mangled.” You didn't argue with her as she helped you slip into the jacket, her scent immediately consuming you.

You weren't sure what had come over you but you pulled Robin into a deep hug. You couldn't contain the overwhelming feeling in your heart right now, and you weren't sure how much longer you could keep it inside.

Robin immediately melted into the hug, letting a long sigh leave her body almost in relief. Much like you were currently feeling, Robin was also overwhelmed with emotion and whether it was the life or death situation they currently were in or how long she had kept her feelings in, she couldn't stay silent…not any longer.

“I love you Y/N. I really really do and I might regret this later, but I can't just keep ignoring it. I've sat and I've waited and tried to find the best opportunity to tell you about how I've been feeling, but I'm tired of waiting and I just love you and I hate seeing you hurt a-and we have to make it out of this okay? I cannot survive without you.” You guys were still locked in a hug, foreheads now rested against each other.

Suddenly all the pain seemed to have left your body. This is what you had been dreaming of for months, hell maybe even since you guys had met. For once you didn't start to worry what everyone else's opinion would be about you and robin, you simply just thought about robin and how caring she was and how worth it this would be if they could be together, consequences be damned.

“I love you too. I-I've loved you for a while now. I was so scared to tell you or anyone for that matter, but I'm not anymore. I don't care what anyone thinks of me except for you because god dammit I am so hopelessly in love with you Robin Buckley.” A single tear fell down your cheek as the biggest weight you had ever felt was suddenly lifted off your shoulders.

Robin didn't waste even a second connecting her lips to yours. They were slightly cracked, but something had never felt so perfect. You had no doubt in your mind that this is who you belonged with as your lips moved in sync with hers.

“HA, I KNEW IT. YES!” The kiss was short-lived as both you and Robin pulled away in laughter at Steve's outburst. There wasn't a single person around you who wasn't smiling and it felt great.

“Dammit, I owe Dustin $20 bucks.” Steve shook his head, meanwhile sending you into shock.

“W-What?” You were very confused.

“Dustin called this like weeks ago. He said you guys would definitely get together by the end of the month and I said it would at least be a couple months down the road. The little shit was right.” Steve explained, still irritated that Dustin had bested him.

You and Robin both looked at each other with small laughs leaving both of you.

“Was it really that obvious?” She giggled while furrowing her eyebrows.

“Apparently to everyone except us.”

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Seventeen October Reading 2023

Note: here's the first reading of our October plan! Tomorrow, Pagan Wheel Litha will be out ! <3

S.coups

Love: I believe that Scoups’s relationship is going through a very tough period. The couple is unable to find time for themselves and he is also lacking from balance in it. In a way, they don’t have much romantic or love complicity and that is becoming a problem

Career: For his career, everything seems to be going well. He is happy, he has a good relationship with pretty much everyone inside the group and he is also able to use his creativity for the group, so overall he is happy.

Self: Even if his relationship isn’t going well, I see that scoups is overall satisfied with his life. He still has some wishes about things he wants in his life and wants to achieve but he is overall in a good place within himself

Wonwoo

Love: Everything going well for Wonwoo, his relationship is stable, and healthy and they have been using a lot of their communication in order to keep the love going and solve the issues whenever they come. No honestly, he is one of the idols with the most lasting and healthy relationships.

Career: I don’t think the company is very honest with him, they are always finding new things for him to do and changing the initial plans without telling him about it. I also see that he has been having some difficulties in his relationship with one member in particular

Self: He is very frustrated in general, I think Wonwoo has a bad time dealing with delays and changing plans and when those arrive he kept over the edge very easily

Mingyu

Love: Single, this man is not looking for any official company at the moment and he also doesn’t truly believe in “true love”. Mingyu is just roaming endlessly and having his on-and-off flings without much care

Career: He is having a challenging time with his career, mostly because the jobs that are offered to him are things he isn’t comfortable with and yet, still has to do them. Mingyu is also jealous of certain members for having it “more easy” or at least for being more popular or having more opportunities that he doesn’t have

Self: His energy is very negative altogether at the moment, but I believe it’s because Mingyu is having a hard time accepting certain things and he doesn’t want to look at himself or re-evaluate himself in certain situations

Vernon

Love: he is currently dating, this seems to be a new relationship or at least something that is pretty new since he is still in his honeymoon phase with the person. I also see that Vernon fought a lot to be with this person, he flirted and courted them until they accepted to be with him

Career: He is trying to focus more on his own thing, trying to develop his creativity, his lyrics and his music. But he is also seeking for new opportunities, for activities that aren’t related to music directly as well. Vernon feels the need to improve as an artist

Self: I see some inner conflicts inside his head, probably due to some morals and values that he hasn’t been following or maybe for choices concerning his career. Vernon is also in a moment where he likes to avoid anything that remembers him of his inner demons and self

Woozi

Love: I believe that Woozi is still single but he has been having a very recurrent fling that he sees for some time now. He does have certain feelings for them, since he offers the person some material goods and he is overall gentle with them. He just doesn’t want to be official with them yet

Career: Things are moving very fast, and Woozi is basically carrying the whole group by himself. He does a lot of backstage work, he plans the songs, the release, and the tour, and talks to the staff and the company. He has been more of a leader in that sense than Scoups

Self: he is happy with his life, he is mentally and physically healthy and just enjoying things. His head is just a bag of roses at the moment

Jeonghan

Love: He is still in a relationship and things seem to be going well, a lot of success and happiness around the couple. I don’t have much to say when it’s like that.

Career: He has been a little bit impulsive with people who work with him but other than that, he has also been focusing a lot on his job and taking all the opportunities that were given to him. Either they are coming from the company or sponsoring, he is trying to do it all.

Self: But his impulsiveness also has much impact on his personality and his behaviors, since he makes everything seem like haste. I believe that Jeonghan is also very ruthless with his words which ends up hurting people around him

Joshua

Love: This boy is in love, dating and being happy. He doesn’t care about what the world says about him as he just wants to live his perfect life with the person he loves. Hate doesn’t touch him at all.

Career: I see a huge opportunity being given to Joshua and him accepting that opportunity so he could potentially travel or work with brands and endorsements that he likes. Overall, a very stable career

Self: He feels lucky in his life currently. Both his career and love life are going well and he is just happy with what life is giving him

Love: He too is currently dating! And boy DK is like shining, his energy is so bright and happy. This person is making him feel completely and loved. Again, nothing to add, other than that he is the happiest at the moment

Career: Not only does he see his career as being a full-time success with SVT, he was also smart enough to invest a lot of his money in things that are giving him back, the double he invested. So DK is like being blessed at all levels a the moment

Self: He just has a hard time letting go of some of his past traumas, and it’s honestly the only thing that holds him back or that brings him sadness every now and then. But other than that, he is okay

Seungkwan

Love: He is single at the moment, but Seungkwan is very close to someone he loves dearly and I believe that it’s a friendship that is slowly turning into something more. It just needs some time to actually develop correctly.

Career: Again, I only see good things coming for him. Career opportunities in both the music department and on endorsements. But also his group continuing to have success and him being happy about it

Self: Seungkwan went through a tough period as everyone knows, but I also see a lot of recovery. He isn’t alone, he is being followed by friends and professionals who are helping him mourn and also getting better. It’s a positive light for his recovery

Hoshi

Love: He is definitely in his weird type of relationship, with that older person that is basically being his bank account as well. Hoshi has been living a luxurious and abundant life lately through his partner and honestly, he seems to like it a Lot.

Career: I don’t see anything new for his career, however, I do see a lot of critics and self-critics. So he basically might have argued with a member and he also has a too much high standard even for himself, which makes him prone to negative talk about himself. And that energy can be seen through his performances

Self: He is way too careless. Hoshi doesn’t take precautions with his life, with his behaviors and on his consumption which would be an issue later on.

Jun

Love: He is really cold-hearted at the moment. Ever since he has broken up he hasn’t been with anyone else, he isn’t seeking anyone else and he just wants to be left in peace when it comes to love. That breakup really did something nasty to him

Career: I also see so much conflict here. His career has been the motive of huge arguments between him and his family, but his behaviors have also been an issue for the group since it creates a lot of tension and aggressivity. He has been having a hard time keeping his idol image

Self: I feel like Jun feels heavy, a burden even. He feels like everything is falling on his shoulders, that he has to do it all by himself and that people around him don’t care about him the way he wishes someone to.

The8

Love: I believe that the8 is equally single and he is also not searching for someone. But in his case, it’s simply because he wants to enjoy his life, to have experiences and to meet people before finding someone to get with.

Career: He has been very productive and his mind is mostly focused on his work. The8 wants to give the best of himself and for that, he works a lot, perhaps even too much. But it’s also what makes him being such an idol, his dedication.

Self: He is honestly balanced and his energy is good. The8 has been emotionally active, been there for people he likes and being diplomatic to solve conflicts whenever there is one

Dino

Love: He is in a relationship, but Dino has developed such a lousy co-dependency attachment that I am worried for him. He isn’t capable of being away from his person for long periods of time, he is very dependent and his moods depend on his relationship.

Career: He has been having a hard time with the company and some of his members, and I kind of see his need and want to go on a hiatus period so he can focus more on herself. Although I doubt the company will give it to him

Self: his energy is still good, though even if things aren’t as they are, he finds himself being happy with the little finds of life and he doesn’t dwell on his sadness

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