#I love love love the risk of getting caught

[orimuraa]

── ⋆⋅ ❀ Give me your heart and I'll give you mine - OT7 𝜗𝜚 do you think you could love me - yung kai

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱���𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆enhypen falling in love with a fan ⨾

۶ৎ idol!enhypen x fem engene!reader┆fluff┆delulu is the solulu, kissing, petnames, secret relationships┆wc 757

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: SIGHHH when will nishimura riki notice me T^T

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

"hee..we shouldn't be doing this..i can get you in so much trouble if we're caught," you mumble hesitantly, pulling back slightly from heeseung's embrace. "angel, you're worth ruining my career for. i would go to the moon and back just to show you i'm with you till the end," heeseung sighs against your lips. "let them find out about us. let them say their words. none of that can tear me away from you. nothing." he says, sealing his words with a kiss to your lips and at that moment you think, maybe it'll be okay.

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

you weren't exactly sure what it was that drew park jongseong to you. maybe it was the way your eyes sparkled when you talked to him, not even the slightest bit nervous to be meeting your ultimate bias. or maybe, it was the way just didn't throw yourself immediately at him and instead, you asked how he was and what he had been up to lately. either way, it was enough to influence the scene that was unfolding now. he was placing delicate kisses onto your lips, celebrating your 1 year anniversary and that's the way things were, no room for complaints.

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

sim jaeyun had a problem. and that problem, was you. you were just too goddamn pretty and something so alluring about you drew him in further. he was so sure of getting in trouble with his management but if it meant that he could have you in his arms, it would be worth it all. you were just an engene, one of millions, yet he just couldn't take his eyes off of you. he knew right away that he needed to get to you somehow and if that meant putting his career in danger, he would do it just so he could maybe meet the love of his life.

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

"hoon, are you sure that this is a good idea? if word gets out that you're seeing me, an ordinary engene, your whole life as an idol is practically thrown out the window," you sigh, shifting to look at sunghoon. you were both lying down and he had his arms around you protectively. "darling, i don't care what they have to say about me. the only thing that matters to me is that i can come home to you and lay in your arms, just like this." sunghoon answers. and it's the truth. sunghoon would go as far as ruining his dream career just to be able to have you by his side, because at the end of the day, you're the thing he loves most.

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

sunoo always thought his job as an idol would restrict his ability to find the love of his life. but clearly, that was wrong, and you were proof. sunoo saw you in the crowd of people in front of the stage and you looked so bright and happy. the warm smile you had on your face as you stared at him made his heart flutter in the slightest bit, making sunoo believe, once again, in love at first sight. the moment your eyes locked with his, you could tell that there was something more than just eye contact. there was something more...something exciting and new...and maybe something sunoo was willing to risk it all for.

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

"won, what if i get you in trouble? you're the leader and it gives you more pressure to abide to the rules! i don't want you to put your career at risk just for me," you say, your lips turning into a small frown just thinking about all the hate that jungwon would receive if your relationship was ever exposed. "let them do what they can, because in the end, they can't ever take me away from you. you're my muse, my motivation, my happiness and if they take that away? that's just their loss." he replies, kissing you on the cheek. "don't stress about it, we have nothing to worry about."

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村 力

you were just an engene. a typical engene with much admiration for the seven members of enhypen. but you were also an engene that snuck her way into the very own heart of enhypen's maknae. ni-ki cherished you and from the way he held you, deep down, he was scared to lose you. you were his motivation and the sole reason he kept pushing himself. he cherish the late nights he would come home and be able to kiss you and cuddle you. and there was no way he could live without you. you were his everything.

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: @en-diaries, @k-films, @k-nets

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𝐉𝐢𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @vmpivory, @yuvany, @seozii, @pinknjm, @greentulip, @jomisu, @nxzz-skz, @ancnymcnzjy, @hyukabean, @annybah, @ijustwannareadstuff20, @chaeneu, @17ericas, @firstclassjaylee, @riribelle, @right-person-wrong-time, @cheruphic, @woniefication

[angelxarii]

─── ⋆⋅☆ ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕆𝕗 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤

Tw: slightly noncon, manipulation, possessive behavior, toxic, control, power dynamic, drinking, forced alcohol consumption, read at your own risk

🂾 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 • sae itoshi

“If I can’t have you, no one can�� 

Sae itoshi always gets what he wants. He always has. He picks his lovers similar to how he picks his suits; expensive, eye catching, and easily disposable. 

You caught his eye one day and since that day, you’ve been trapped. When he first saw you, he knew he had to have you because if you could catch the attention of the sae itoshi, then you’ve probably caught the attention of many other men. 

And to sae, that was a challenge. He had to have you. He had to have a girl wrapped around his arm that everyone would stop and stare at. 

But in the end, that’s all you were to him. A possession, an object. Maybe even a decoration piece for him. 

He didn’t love you, no no, that was beyond his understanding. Love?? Who were you kidding. He was drawn to you like a king is drawn to gold and many shiny things. 

He said he loved you. He would hold you close to him, he would kiss you in the most random times and places, he bought you whatever you wanted, treated you like a queen, fucked you with unexplainable desire. So what was wrong? I mean anyone who saw you guys would think you're both the ideal couple, right? 

Wrong. 

He didn’t love you because he owned you but owning something doesn’t mean you’ll love it. He held you close so you couldn’t leave. He kissed you so the only taste on your lips was his. He bought you gifts so you would always be indebted to him. He fucked you so you’ll never forget the shape of his cock; even if you left, his traces would still linger inside of you. 

If it weren’t for the fact that he has a career that demands his attention 24/7, he would’ve gotten you pregnant by now. 

But all that faded into nothing when you told him it was over. 

He was on the couch, unmoving. Why? he asked himself. 

You had the nerve to leave him when he made you feel nothing but happiness and pleasure? 

You didn’t answer him when he told you that you’re being dramatic and whatever is bothering you can be talked about. 

You just grabbed your things from his apartment and left. 

Maybe you just needed a break, right? Sae has done so much for you, there's no way you could actually leave him. Or so he thought until he saw you outside a cafe, your hand holding onto some random guy’s shoulder while you laughed. 

You were no longer sae’s possession, meaning other guys could gawk at you, hit on you, hell even ask you out. 

Not for Sae though. You were his. You ARE his and you always will be his. No matter how many times you choose to run away and tell him it’s over. 

You think he was just going to let you break up with him so you could talk to other guys. Yeah no. 

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After your little ‘date’, you arrived home. It was chilly outside, probably because it was gonna start raining soon. 

You were giggling and smiling the whole way home and while taking off your shoes until a cold chill ran down your spine. Turning around to find Sae leaning back on your couch, swishing around a glass of whiskey. He was looking at the tv in front of him that wasn’t playing but he had definitely heard you enter. 

You rushed up to him, standing in front of him seething in disbelief. 

“What. the. Fuck, sae!” you shouted, eyes wide open in rage. The audacity of this man to break into your house, relax on the couch while drinking as if he’s in his own home. 

“Hello to you too, yn” 

“Don’t fucking hello me!? Get out” you scowled, pointing at the door. He smirked, grabbing your arm and pulling you onto his lap. Wrapping that same hand around your waist and pulling you close enough to feel the heat of his body. 

Your chest pressed against his. You couldn’t look more furious and he seemed just as amused, like he was having the time of his life. 

“For one, stop yelling, it’s late” 

“How about, for one, we start by you getting the fuck out of my house” you said more quietly this time but with still the same amount of rasp in your voice. 

He sighed, taking a sip of his, your drink. 

“Baby, i thought i told you we could talk about whatever was bothering you enough to make you leave but you decide to go out with other men not even a few days after leaving me.” 

“Sae, i’m not your goddamn girlfriend anymore, i can do whatever the hell i want and see whoever the hell i want. But none of that gives you the right to break into my apartment!” 

“See, this is where we see things differently. You’re still my girlfriend, whether you like it or not”

“I'm not your posses-”

“Shh, i’m not done. The old you would jump on my dick any chance you got but you spend less than a week without me and now you’re all different. You think just because we aren’t ‘dating’ anymore, you can do whatever you please, huh!?” he grits his teeth, narrowing his eyes on you. The look on your face is everything he’s been dying to see. Scared, shaken, even speechless. 

He breaths out, cupping the side of your face with one hand, caressing your cheek with his thumb

“I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you.” lies. 

Your lip trembled as you tried getting off his lap, but his hand was faster, wrapping itself around you to keep you in closer. 

“Please.. Leave” your voice broke hoping sae might take pity on you and leave but it had quite the opposite effect.

“You aren’t in your right mind, baby. Did that guy say something weird to you? You’re not like this at all. We both know i'm the best option for you, right?” he gently cooed, tucking a hand under the hem of your shirt.

“No can treat you like i do, yn. Nobody knows you like me. I’m all you need, remember? And nobody can fuck you as good as i do, i’m the only one who knows how to make my girl feel good and make her cum, isn’t that right?” he kissed your cheek, whispering so softly and gently against your skin. You sniffled, nodding. 

He brought the whiskey glass to your lips. You stared at him with doe eyes, not wanting to drink the alcohol. He raised an eyebrow, removing his hand from your waist and grabbing a handful of your hair to pull your head back. 

You couldn’t even voice the pain or shock that coursed through your body because your mouth was filled with the bitter taste of whiskey. 

Every last drop went in your mouth, having no choice but to either choke on it or drink it. Choosing the safer option, you let it flow down your throat, shutting your eyes as some stray tears fell from the corners and into your hair. 

He let you go, setting the glass on the table.

“More?” he asked as if he didn’t just force it down your throat. You shook your head no. 

“I'm.. tired, sae” you mumbled, praying that he will let you go. He smirked, gripping your jaw, his fingers dug into your cheeks coercing your lips into a pout. 

“Sleep all you want but i’m not leaving until i’m done reminding you who you belong to” he leaned in, whispering against your ear, you placed your hands on his chest, trying to push back but like always, it was no use. 

His lips trailed down from your ear, to your jaw. His hand still holding your face with that punishing strength. You tried shaking your head, tears welled up in your eyes but his lips were already on yours, licking and biting. Leaving them all red and swollen. 

“Let me go, please, please let me go” you begged the second he let go of your face. Not missing the glint of amusement in his eyes. 

“Stop fighting it, i know you want it.” he mumbled, unbuttoning his shirt. Gently placing you on the couch and pinning your hands beside your head.

“Right? You want it, right?” he asked, coaxing you into nodding an uncertain yes. He gave you a small smile, wiping your tears away. He took off your shirt and let you take off your pants and underwear. 

He took your hands and placed them on his belt, indirectly asking your to pull out his cock. Which you did. 

Running 2 fingers along your pussy to gather up all your slick and shoving them inside of you making you gasp and grip his shoulders. 

He scissored you open, gently massaging your inside, doing the things that he knows made you squirm and moan. 

He leaned down, tilting your face up so he could capture your lips with his. Grabbing hold of your untouched tits. Tightly squeezing them while lining his cock up with your entrance. All your pleas and moans were swallowed up by Sae who thrusted so deep inside of you, you swore you saw stars. 

Tears rolled down your face while sae fucked your brains out. Even you couldn’t tell if they were tears of pleasure or tears of pain. 

The red head male kissed your eyes, shushing you and telling you everything is okay. 

“Shh, quiet baby, quiet, it’s alright. Nothing to cry about, yeah? It's okay” his words were comforting but his actions weren’t. He grabbed your hips, blunt nails digging into your skin while yours dug into his back, leaving red scratches. 

“Fuck, your pussy feels amazing. So fucking wet and warm” he mumbled against your neck, thrusting deeper with every word. 

You cried his name out as you covered his fat cock with your cum. Soon after pulling an orgasm out of him as well. He couldn’t be bothered to pull out, emptying his load inside of you and painting your pink walls, white. 

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He showered you and dried you up. You were half asleep sitting in front of your vanity while he blow dried your hair. He set the dryer down after completing the last bunch. 

He stood behind you, looking down at you with a blank expression but his eyes were dark. Running a hand through your hair, he cupped your jaw, making you look up at him. Your eyes red from crying and the rest of your body covered in similar red coloured bite marks and hickies. 

“How do you feel?” 

“Tired..” you mumbled, wanting to cry and scream but not having enough energy after sae ruined your insides for hours on end. 

“Look in the mirror” you obeyed, tilting your head down as much as sae’s grip would let you. Staring at your fucked up self. 

“Now tell me. Who do you belong to?” he whispered, burying half his face in your hair.

“You..”

“Who?”

‘You, sae.” you said a bit louder, giving him what he wanted 

“Who’s the only one that’s allowed to fuck you and ruin you?” 

“Sae..” your voice faltered. 

“Whose the only person you’re allowed to be with” 

“You” you swallowed harshly, trembling as sae placed his chin on your shoulder.

“Are you ever gonna forget that?” 

“No.. never” 

“One last time. Tell me who you’ll belong to no matter what.” 

“Sae Itoshi..” you whispered accepting that no matter what you do, this is your life now. You’ll forever be a possession of a man who thinks controlling and owning someone means loving them. 

“That’s my girl.” 

a/n: Guyssss this was such a crazy thing to write. but toxic sae on top, fr. this was a bit long but hopefully the flow of the story was good and kept your attention. idk if i mentioned but these stories won't be drabbles or short stories. they're gonna be full length one shots.

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[finelinefae]

trust [ceo!h x shy!reader]

synopsis: bambi wants to try something new

word count: 7.9k

contains: ceo!harry x assitant!y/n, deer!reader vibes, fluff, age gap (9 years), shy reader, boyfriend!h, smut (soft smut like very gentle and loving), inexperienced y/n

this is part 4 of Bambi, read part 3 here

. . .

How do I shave down there without getting red, itchy bumps?

Follow these six simple steps to prepare for your first time!

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Y/N scrolled through a Reddit page at her desktop computer at work, the screen glowing softly in the dim office lighting. It was a page she had found after typing into Google, ‘how to prepare for your first time.’ Hundreds of subreddits appeared, each packed with questions and experiences Y/N hadn’t even considered until reading about them. She had fallen down the rabbit hole, finding a question and then getting lost in the responses.

Lostrabbit23: I lost my virginity at 15 and it was the worst experience of my life!!!! Lasted five minutes and the guy came before he even put his dick inside me, I swear.

Redberry5: Lost my virginity at 25 and it was a good experience. I’m glad I waited for the right person.

Whitedude32: Can’t understand how people can still be virgins past 18 tbh - just get it over with and live a little.

Y/N gnawed on her bottom lip, her eyes absorbing every word on the page. It seemed unnecessary, and she knew she was overthinking as she normally did, but… Y/N had a boyfriend now. A real boyfriend. And with every boyfriend, she knew what was expected.

The more she read, the more she realized how little she knew. A seed of doubt planted itself within her, growing with every scroll. What if Harry found out just how inexperienced she was? What if he didn’t think she looked pretty naked and ended up having second thoughts about being with her? The thought made her stomach twist in knots.

"Are you watching porn?" Lindsey sauntered over to Y/N's desk, balancing a stack of binders on her hip. Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she frantically clicked off the incognito tab and opened a random Microsoft Word document.

"W-What?" Y/N stammered, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. "No! Of course not."

"Hmm," Lindsey placed the binders down with a soft thud and crossed her arms, her gaze narrowing. "Then why do you look like I just caught you red-handed? That’s not like you."

"I wasn’t doing anything," Y/N blurted, trying to keep her voice steady. "Just looking at today’s meeting notes."

Lindsey leaned in, peering over Y/N’s shoulder. "These notes are from three weeks ago."

Y/N’s eyes darted to the date at the top of the page. "I was catching up?" she added, her voice faltering.

Lindsey raised an eyebrow, skepticism clear on her face. "So, is this Reddit obsession new, or have you always had it?"

Y/N’s face burned hotter. "I-I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Lindsey gave her a pointed look, "You left your tabs open during lunch. Rookie mistake."

Y/N felt like dying, “I did?” She almost felt like crying, embarrassment washing over her entire body she could feel it burning, “I-I was just researching stuff,”

Lindsey’s expression softened slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. " What kind of 'stuff' are we talking about here?"

Y/N hesitated, her fingers nervously tapping the edge of her keyboard. "Just… things. You know, advice. Relationship stuff."

Lindsey’s eyes lit up with curiosity. "Oh, relationship stuff? Now we're getting somewhere. Who’s the lucky man?”

Y/N and Harry were both sure that Lindsey already knew they were an item but they weren’t going to risk slipping their facade by bringing it up, “Just somebody.” 

Lindsey looked knowingly, “Okay well are you planning on taking the next step with this just somebody?”

Y/N hesitated, unsure how to respond. Whenever things got too intense with Harry, she had a habit of pulling away or steering the conversation elsewhere. It wasn’t because she didn’t want to share those moments with him—she did. But she needed to feel ready, to prepare herself for something so intimate.

“I... I think I want to,” she said softly, avoiding his eyes. Her voice trembled as she added, “I just... I just want to be good.”

Lindsey’s expression softened immediately. “Oh, sweetheart,” she murmured, stepping forward to wrap Y/N in a warm hug. The gesture brought a lump to Y/N’s throat. In the weeks since she’d started her new job, Lindsey had become like the older sister she’d never had—someone she could trust completely.

Pulling back, Lindsey held Y/N’s shoulders firmly, her voice gentle but steady. “First of all, you never have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. Sex isn’t a performance, it’s personal. It’s about intimacy, connection, and trust. Whatever happens is between you and whoever you’re with, and that’s all that matters.

“Second,” she added with a small smile, “it’s not as complicated as people make it seem. Even if it’s awkward or messy at first, that’s okay. You’ll learn together. That’s one of the best parts of being with someone—discovering their little quirks, preferences, kinks and everything inbetween. Trust me, you’ll be fine. And if anyone ever makes you feel less than beautiful in the process? They’re not worth your time.”

Y/N exhaled, feeling a weight lift from her chest. “Oh no, he’s perfect,” she confessed, her voice tinged with a dreamy sigh. “Better than that. He’s... everything.”

Lindsey chuckled, glancing at her watch. “Well, speaking of perfect, it’s time for us to take a well-deserved lunch break.”

“What?” Y/N blinked in surprise as Lindsey grabbed her hand, tugging her toward the door.

Before she could protest further, Lindsey swung open the door to Harry’s office, revealing him seated at his desk in a perfectly pressed suit. Y/N hadn’t seen much of him that morning, and the sight of him made her heart flutter. She wanted nothing more than to cross the room and curl up in his lap.

Harry glanced up, his lips curving into a warm smile as soon as he spotted her.

“We’re taking an early lunch,” Lindsey declared.

Harry raised an eyebrow, checking the clock on his wall. “It’s 11:30. Lunch doesn’t start for another hour.”

Lindsey waved a dismissive hand. “We’ve been working so hard we deserve an extra break.”

Y/N snapped out of her daze just in time to nod in agreement, though the gesture only made Harry’s gaze soften further.

“Is that right, Miss Y/L/N?” he asked, his tone teasing.

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up. “Mhm,” she mumbled. “We’ve been working very hard.”

Harry chuckled, his gaze flicking back to Lindsey. “Fine. An hour extra, but that’s it. If anyone asks, you’re running errands.”

Lindsey grinned. “Yes, boss. Oh, and we’ll need your credit card.”

Harry scoffed. “Not happening.”

“Worth a shot.” Lindsey shrugged, then headed for the door. Before leaving, she shot them a pointed look. “I’ll grab my coat. No funny business, you two. I’ll be waiting outside.”

As soon as the door clicked shut, Harry stood, straightening his jacket before walking over to Y/N. He reached for her hand, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi, Harry,” she whispered, her breath catching as he leaned down to kiss her gently.

“Everything okay?” he asked, his eyes searching hers. “You don’t have to go with Lindsey, you know. You could stay here and spend your lunch break with me.”

The suggestion was far too tempting, and Harry’s smile only made it harder to resist.

“She hasn’t even told me where we’re going,” Y/N shrugged, trying to play it cool despite the rapid beat of her heart.

Harry reached down, tangling his fingers with hers. His touch was warm, grounding. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Wherever she’s taking you, make sure you don’t overdo it, okay? We still have plans tonight, remember?”

Y/N’s stomach fluttered. Harry had been teasing her about the surprise date all week. She was excited, but also nervous—especially after his cryptic text telling her to wear something she didn’t mind getting dirty.

Harry kissed her again, but their moment was cut short by a loud knock on the door.

“Hurry it up in there! Time’s ticking!” Lindsey’s muffled voice called through the door.

Y/N couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled out of her, and Harry’s lips curved into a soft smile at the sound.

“Here,” he said, pulling his wallet from the inside pocket of his blazer. He slid out a gleaming gold AMEX card and pressed it into her hand.

Y/N’s eyes widened. “O-Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly—”

“Bambi,” Harry interrupted, his tone firm but affectionate. The nickname made her heart skip. “Take it.”

His commanding presence was enough to make her stop arguing. She looked up at him, cheeks tinged pink, and nodded.

Y/N stared at the card in her hand like it might bite her. “But Harry,” she whispered, glancing up at him with wide eyes, “I don’t even know what to do with this. What if I lose it? What if I spend too much? What if—”

Harry chuckled softly, the sound warm and reassuring. He cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her flushed skin. “Bambi, all you need to do is enjoy yourself. You deserve it.”

Her lips parted, and she blinked up at him, unsure what to say.  “I’ll take good care of it,” she promised in a tiny voice, clutching the card. “And I’ll bring it right back. I promise I won’t spend too much!”

“I know you won’t,” he murmured, a hint of amusement dancing in his voice. “I trust you.”

Before she could overthink it any further, Harry leaned down and kissed her forehead again, lingering just long enough for her to feel the warmth of him. “Go have fun.”

Her heart did a nervous little flip at the reminder. “O-Okay,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lindsey’s voice interrupted again, sharp but teasing. “Alright, lovebirds, seriously! I’m giving you ten seconds before I come in there and drag her out myself!”

Y/N squeaked and turned to the door. “Coming!” she called, her voice high-pitched and rushed.

Harry smirked, clearly enjoying her flustered state. He stepped back and adjusted his tie, looking every bit the polished professional, but his eyes were still soft as they followed her.

“Be good,” he teased, his voice low enough that only she could hear.

Her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of pink. “I’ll try,” she mumbled, giving him a quick, shy smile before hurrying out of the office.

Outside, Lindsey was waiting with her hands on her hips, an exaggeratedly impatient expression on her face.

“About time,” she said, grabbing Y/N’s hand and tugging her down the hallway. “Now, let’s see what kind of trouble we can get into with that fancy credit card of his.”

Y/N let out a soft giggle, her fingers curling around the card in her hand. She glanced back toward Harry’s office door one last time, her heart still racing. Even though she was nervous about tonight, she couldn’t help but feel a little giddy, too.

Lindsey noticed the dreamy look on Y/N’s face and rolled her eyes with a grin. “You’ve got it bad, don’t you?”

Y/N looked away, pressing her lips together as a shy smile spread across her face. “Maybe,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Oh, you’re adorable,” Lindsey laughed, throwing an arm around her shoulders. “Come on, let’s make this lunch break worth it.”

. . .

Y/N stood in the small changing room, staring at the pile of delicate lingerie Lindsey had hung on the door hook. Each set was softer and more intricate than the last, made from lace, satin, and ribbons in pastel tones of blue, lavender, mint, and blush. She felt like a clumsy giant in a room of dainty, breakable things.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” Y/N called softly through the door.

“You’ve got this,” Lindsey replied encouragingly. “Try the pink one first. It’s so you.”

With trembling hands, Y/N picked up the light blush pink set, the soft lace slipping between her fingers like a whisper. She changed quickly, careful not to look too long in the mirror, and hesitated before stepping out.

“Alright, let me see,” Lindsey said, her voice full of excitement.

Y/N cracked open the door and peeked out timidly. “Promise you won’t laugh?”

“Promise. Now, come on!”

Taking a deep breath, Y/N stepped out, crossing her arms over her chest shyly. The pastel pink lace hugged her figure, delicate straps tracing over her shoulders and down her back. Lindsey’s eyes lit up as she took in the sight.

“Oh, you look so cute!” Lindsey grinned. “It’s perfect! Very soft, very sweet. What do you think?”

Y/N glanced at her reflection in the mirror outside the stall, biting her lip. “I don’t know... It feels like... too much? Or maybe not enough?”

Lindsey shook her head, placing a reassuring hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “It’s not too much, and it’s definitely not too little. It’s elegant and adorable, just like you.”

Y/N flushed and retreated back into the stall to try the next set. The routine continued for several minutes, with Y/N emerging in pastel greens, blues, and creams. Finally, she reached for the last set—a soft taupe-pink shade, almost like the color of cocoa mixed with milk.

When she stepped out in this set, Lindsey gasped softly. “Oh my god.”

Y/N immediately crossed her arms again. “Is it bad? I knew it was too much—”

“No!” Lindsey interrupted, shaking her head vehemently. She stepped closer and took Y/N by the shoulders, turning her toward the mirror. “Look at yourself. You look like a little deer.”

Y/N blinked at her reflection, her brow furrowed. The taupe-pink color complimented her skin tone, and the simple but elegant design made her feel... grown-up, yet still herself.

“I... I don’t know,” she murmured, her voice shaky.

“Hey.” Lindsey crouched slightly to catch Y/N’s gaze in the mirror. “You’re beautiful, Y/N. Stunning. And Harry is going to lose his shit when he sees you in this.”

Y/N’s cheeks flamed. “Lindsey!” she squeaked, burying her face in her hands.

Lindsey laughed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “What? It’s true! Now, I think we’ve found the winner. Let’s go pay before I start crying over how cute you look.”

Y/N nodded shyly, stealing one last glance at herself in the mirror. For the first time, she felt a spark of confidence in her chest. Maybe Harry would love it.

Or, at the very least, she loved it—and that felt just as important.

. . .

Y/N sat comfortably in the passenger seat of Harry’s Porsche, her old t-shirt soft against her skin and her blue jeans slightly worn at the knees. Her baby pink ballet flats rested lightly on the floor, toes tapping absentmindedly as she gazed out the window, trying to decipher where he was taking her. 

Harry, effortlessly cozy in his sweater and loose-fitting jeans, kept one hand on the wheel while the other held hers over the console. His black Vans were slightly scuffed, white socks peeking above the edges. At every red light, he lifted her fingers to his lips, pressing a tender kiss against them as if it were second nature.

“Did y’have fun with Lindsey today?” he asked, sparing a glance in her direction.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then cleared her throat. “Y-Yeah, it was… fun.” She tried not to think about the underwear she had bought earlier particularly because she was currently wearing it beneath her very casual clothing. 

Harry’s lips quirked up in amusement. “You don’t sound too sure about that.”

“No, it was!” she insisted, sitting up a little straighter. “It was really nice. I don’t spend a lot of time with other girls, so it felt… different. In a good way.”

His smile softened as he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze before returning his focus to the road. “Y’know you’re welcome to spend time with Sarah and Alessia too.”

“But they’re your friends,” Y/N frowned. “Wouldn’t you feel like I was taking them away?”

Harry scoffed, shaking his head. “Of course not. What’s mine is yours, love. You’re my girlfriend, remember?”

Y/N’s lips twitched, a giddy warmth settling in her chest. She let her head fall back against the headrest, a slow smile curling on her lips.

“What?” Harry grinned, flicking his eyes toward her for a second.

“I just like it when you say that,” she admitted.

“What? Girlfriend?” he teased, his dimples appearing as he chuckled.

“Mhm,” she hummed, cheeks heating up. “I can’t believe I’m a girlfriend.”

Harry laughed, bringing her hand up to kiss her knuckles. “You’re not just a girlfriend, you’re my girlfriend. All mine.”

She liked that label even more.

Later on, the soft crunch of gravel beneath the tires signaled their arrival. Harry pulled into a small stone parking lot in front of what looked like a quaint, cottage-style home. The windows glowed warmly against the dusky sky, lace curtains fluttering slightly from the inside. There was no sign or indication of where they were, just an inviting little house with flower boxes lining the window sills.

Y/N glanced around, unbuckling her seatbelt. “Where are we?”

Harry smirked, already opening his door. “You’ll see.”

Curiosity buzzed in her stomach as she climbed out of the car, the crisp evening air wrapping around her. Harry met her at the front, slipping his hand into hers and leading her toward the wooden door.

Before she could ask any more questions, the door creaked open to reveal an elderly woman with wispy white hair pinned up in a loose bun. She wore a pastel apron dusted with flour and had a kind twinkle in her eye.

“Harry, darling!” she greeted, pulling him into a soft hug before turning to Y/N with an equally warm smile. “And you must be Y/N! Oh, you’re just as lovely as he said.”

Y/N’s brows shot up as she looked between Harry and the woman. “He’s mentioned me?”

“Oh, love, he wouldn’t stop talking about you,” she chuckled, stepping aside to usher them in. The scent of vanilla and butter filled the air, making Y/N’s mouth water. “Come in, come in, we’ve got cakes to decorate!”

Y/N’s jaw dropped slightly as she turned to Harry. “Really?”

Harry grinned, squeezing her hand. “Thought you’d like it.” Y/N let out a delighted squeal as she followed him inside. 

The cozy kitchen looked straight out of a storybook—wooden shelves lined with jars of sugar and sprinkles, floral-printed tea towels hanging neatly by the stove, and a large wooden table in the center covered with piping bags, frosting tubs, and trays of undecorated cupcakes.

Y/N hesitated at the doorway, her fingers curling around Harry’s sleeve as she peeked inside. “I’ve always wanted to do a baking class,” she admitted, eyes wide with curiosity.

Harry turned to her with a grin. “I know,”

She furrowed her brows, “How did you find out?”

“You’re brothers told me,” He shrugged.

The elderly woman, who had introduced herself as Margaret, beamed at her. “Don’t worry if you’ve never done this before—I’ll show you everything!”

Y/N’s fingers fiddled with the edge of her sleeve as she stepped further into the cozy kitchen, taking in the warm scent of vanilla and sugar. She glanced at Harry, still feeling a little surprised that he had gone out of his way to plan something so thoughtful.

Margaret handed them each an apron, and Y/N hesitated before slipping hers over her head. As she struggled to tie the strings behind her back, she felt a familiar presence behind her.

“Here, Bambi,” Harry murmured, gently tugging the ends and tying them into a neat bow.

Y/N swallowed, her fingers curling slightly against the fabric of her apron. “Thank you…” she said softly, peeking up at him.

Harry just hummed, the corner of his mouth twitching as he reached for his own apron.

Margaret clapped her hands together. ���Now, let’s get started! We’ve got a few cakes ready for decorating, and you two can pick whichever frosting colors you like.”

Y/N followed her to the counter, where bowls of pastel-colored buttercream sat beside trays of undecorated cakes. She hovered near the edge, unsure where to start.

Harry, on the other hand, grabbed a piping bag without hesitation. “I used to work at a bakery so don’t be surprised if my cake turns into a masterpiece,” he declared, scooping up a generous amount of frosting.

Y/N watched him for a moment, then turned back to her own cake. She carefully picked up a piping bag but hesitated before squeezing it. “What if I mess it up?” she murmured, more to herself than anyone else.

Margaret overheard and smiled warmly. “There’s no such thing, dear. It’s just cake. If it doesn’t turn out how you want, we’ll eat the evidence.”

Y/N let out a small giggle, feeling a little more at ease. She took a deep breath and pressed down on the piping bag, carefully swirling the frosting onto the cake. Her hands were a little shaky, but as she stepped back, she couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit proud.

Harry glanced over and tilted his head. “That’s cute,” he said, nodding toward her cake.

Y/N tucked her chin down, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. “You think so?”

“Yeah,” he said simply, before turning back to his own. “Almost as good as mine,”

Y/N peeked at his cake and bit her lip to hold back a giggle. His frosting was uneven, the swirls lopsided. She glanced up at him, unsure if she should say anything.

He must have noticed because he smirked. “Go on, laugh.”

She shook her head quickly. “N-No! I—I think it’s lovely.”

Harry chuckled, nudging her lightly. “lovely, huh?”

Y/N felt her face heat up and quickly focused back on her cake, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

Before she could react, Harry swiped a bit of icing onto his finger and gently smeared it across her cheek. She gasped, eyes widening in surprise as he leaned in slightly, a playful smirk on his lips.

“I think you’re lovely,” he murmured.

Margaret smiled knowingly. “You two make a lovely pair,” she said as she reached for some sprinkles. “Now, who wants to add the finishing touches?”

Y/N reached for a jar of soft pink sugar pearls, her fingers barely brushing Harry’s as he reached for the same one.

He didn’t move his hand right away, just glanced at her with a small smile. “You take it,” he said softly, his pinkie finger poking her hand. Y/N ducked her head, feeling a flutter in her chest as she carefully took the jar.

With the finishing touches added—Harry’s cake looking as delightfully messy as ever, and Y/N’s decorated with delicate swirls and tiny pearls—they both stepped back, admiring their work.

Margaret beamed at them. “Wonderful, both of you! Now, how about some tea? You’ve earned it.”

Y/N nodded quickly, grateful for something to do other than stand there under Harry’s watchful gaze. She followed Margaret to a cozy table near the window, where a teapot and delicate china cups were already set up. The scent of chamomile and honey filled the air as Margaret poured them each a cup.

Harry stretched out beside Y/N, his long legs brushing hers beneath the table. He didn’t seem to notice—or if he did, he wasn’t letting on.

As Y/N stirred a spoonful of sugar into her tea, curiosity finally got the better of her. She glanced between Harry and Margaret before speaking up softly. “How do you two know each other?”

Margaret smiled as she set down the teapot. “Oh, I’m an old friend of Harry’s mum. We go way back.” She turned to Harry with a teasing glint in her eye. “She’s actually coming to visit next week for his birthday.”

Y/N froze, her fingers tightening around her teacup.

Birthday?

Her mind spun. Harry hadn’t mentioned his birthday. Not once. And now she had to meet his mum?

Oh. Oh no.

She must’ve gone silent for too long because Harry’s gaze flickered toward her, his brows furrowing slightly.

Then, under the table, she felt it—his hand, warm and steady, pressing gently against her thigh.

Y/N’s breath hitched as she looked up at him, wide-eyed.

He didn’t say anything, just gave her a knowing look—one that was both amused and reassuring. His thumb brushed lightly over the fabric of her jeans, a silent gesture that somehow grounded her and made her even more flustered all at once.

“You alright, Bambi?” he asked, his voice low enough that only she could hear.

Y/N swallowed hard and nodded quickly, even though her heart was racing.

Harry’s lips twitched, clearly not believing her. But, mercifully, he didn’t push. He just kept his hand where it was, a steady presence beneath the table.

Y/N took a sip of her tea, hoping it would hide the blush creeping up her neck.

She had two problems now: figuring out what to do for his birthday and somehow surviving meeting his mum without making a complete fool of herself.

And, judging by the knowing smirk on Harry’s lips, he was well aware of both.

. . .

“Thank you for having us,” Y/N said softly, offering Margaret a small smile as they stood by the door.

Margaret waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, nonsense, dear. It was lovely having you both.” Then, with a knowing smile, she added, “You’re welcome to come back and do some baking with me anytime, Y/N.”

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by the offer. She glanced at Harry, who was watching the exchange with amusement, then back at Margaret. “Oh—I’d love to,” she said shyly.

Margaret patted her arm warmly before turning to Harry. “Take care, love. And don’t forget to call your mum.”

Harry groaned playfully. “You’ve been talking to her too much.”

Margaret only laughed, waving them off as they made their way to the car.

Once inside, Y/N fastened her seatbelt and turned to look at Harry, who was adjusting the mirrors. She hesitated for a moment before finally voicing the thoughts swirling in her head.

“You didn’t tell me your mom was coming to see you,” she said, her fingers fidgeting in her lap. “Or that it was your birthday.”

Harry shot her a side glance, lips twitching slightly. “I didn’t want to panic you.”

She frowned. “About your birthday?”

“I don’t like the attention,” he admitted simply.

That made her pause. She looked at him, watching the way his fingers tapped idly against the steering wheel.

Silence settled between them for a beat before he spoke again, his voice quieter this time. “Are you mad?”

The question shocked her. Her brows knitted together. “No, of course not,” she said quickly. Then, softer, “Just… worried.”

Harry turned to her fully now, one arm draped over the steering wheel as he studied her. “Worried?”

“What if your mom doesn’t like me?” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

His expression softened. “I think she already does.”

Y/N blinked. “Huh?”

“You’re all I talk about when I speak to her these days, Bambi,” he said, his voice warm, sure. “Believe me when I say you have nothing to worry about.”

A small huff left her lips as she sank deeper into her seat, still unsure if that made her feel better or worse.

“Bambiiiiii,” Harry drawled, his tone teasing. “Give me a kiss.”

She almost smiled, shaking her head as she turned toward him to say something—maybe to protest, maybe just to stall—but she never got the chance.

Before she could speak, Harry cupped her entire face in his hands, tilting her chin up as he kissed her.

Y/N melted instantly, her hands hesitating before resting lightly against his chest. His thumbs brushed over her cheeks, his lips moving against hers with a kind of lazy confidence that made her stomach flip.

He pulled back just enough for their noses to brush, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You taste like frosting,” he murmured against her mouth.

Y/N let out a breathless laugh, her fingers curling slightly against his shirt.

Maybe she was still nervous about meeting his mom. Maybe she was still reeling from the fact that his birthday was next week. But right now, in this moment, all she could focus on was him.

“Come on,” Harry’s hand rested on her knee, “Let’s get you home.” 

The drive back was quiet, comfortable. The occasional hum of a song on the radio filled the space between them, but neither of them felt the need to talk much. Harry’s hand rested casually on the gear shift, fingers drumming lightly, while Y/N watched the familiar streets pass by through the window.

Before she knew it, they were outside her house. Harry shifted into park and turned toward her with a small smile. “Home safe, Bambi.”

Y/N reached for the door handle but hesitated.

She didn’t want the night to end just yet.

Biting her lip, she turned to face him properly. “Do you… want to come inside?”

Harry blinked, a flicker of surprise crossing his face, “Yeah?”

Y/N nodded, suddenly feeling a little nervous under his gaze. “Yeah.”

His face softened into something warmer, more curious. He tilted his head slightly, studying her. “You sure?”

Y/N swallowed, then nodded again. “I just—” She exhaled, giving a small shrug. “I’m not ready for you to leave yet.”

Harry’s expression changed, something fond flickering in his green eyes before he reached over, fingers brushing her chin briefly.

“Then I won’t,” he murmured.

With that, he shut off the car and stepped out, rounding to meet her at the front steps.

Y/N’s stomach fluttered as she unlocked the door, fully aware of Harry standing just behind her. And as she pushed it open and stepped inside, she couldn’t help but smile when she heard him close the door behind them.

“Everyone’s asleep. We can go upstairs to my room,” she whispered, locking the front door behind them. Slipping off her shoes, she glanced back as Harry did the same, his movements quiet and easy.

Without thinking, she reached for his hand, her fingers curling around his as she led him up the stairs. They tiptoed carefully past her brother’s rooms, the only sound the faint creak of the wooden steps beneath them.

Once inside, she gently shut the door and turned to find Harry standing in the middle of her room, his gaze slowly sweeping over the space.

It was strange seeing him there—so tall, so effortlessly cool—against the soft pink and white of her bedroom. He looked almost out of place, yet somehow, he didn’t.

His eyes landed on the mannequin in the corner, where a partially finished dress hung, delicate ruffles cascading down the fabric.

“Did you make this?” he asked, his voice laced with curiosity as he stepped closer, taking in the details.

Y/N tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, suddenly shy. “Yeah… it’s taking a lot longer than I thought it would.”

Harry turned to her, something like awe flickering across his face. “Bambi,” he murmured, shaking his head slightly. “You should be working with the design team at Pleasing, not stuck behind a desk.”

Her eyes widened, heat creeping up her neck. “Oh, no, no,” she protested quickly, waving a hand. “The desk job is more than enough.”

Harry just hummed, still admiring the dress. “At least give it a think.”

Y/N blinked, a confused smile tugging at her lips. “Wait, are you offering?”

Harry turned to face her, already standing just a step away, the small space of her room almost too close. His lips curled into a teasing grin. “I don’t know… do you want me to?”

Her heart skipped a beat, and before she could answer, Harry intertwined their fingers, his touch sending a jolt of warmth through her. He lowered his head, his lips ghosting over hers, just a breath away.

“I think you’re going to do such great things, Bambi,” he murmured, his voice soft but certain. “You don’t need me for that.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, the sincerity in his voice melting the walls she had built up around herself. Her chest tightened, and before she could stop herself, she kissed him, her lips pressing against his with a soft urgency.

His hands cupped her cheeks gently, his touch grounding her as she stepped back, the backs of her knees hitting the edge of her bed. They both tumbled onto it in a tangle of limbs, Y/N’s heart thudding loudly against her chest.

His hands moved to her hips, fingers digging into her skin beneath her shirt, pulling her closer. The warmth of his touch made her pulse quicken, and her mind raced, completely overwhelmed by the closeness.

Her thoughts scattered, and she found herself whispering, almost breathless. “Y—you can take it off.”

Harry’s hands stilled, his brows furrowing in confusion. “My shirt, I mean.”

His lips parted slightly, eyes widening as he processed what she’d said. “Are you sure?”

She nodded, her heart in her throat, “I-I’m sure,” She replied. 

Harry didn’t respond at first, his eyes scanning her face to make sure she truly meant what she said. His fingers tugged on the ends of her shirt and she nodded once more to let him know it was okay and what she wanted. 

Harry lifted her shirt, his fingers grazing her skin as he pulled it over her head. The cool air prickled against her newly exposed skin, but the way his gaze darkened sent a different kind of heat through her. 

"God," he murmured, voice thick with something unspoken, his eyes scanned the underwear she was wearing. He said nothing at first, Y/N’s nerves growing at his silence. Her first instinct was to put her shirt back on to cover herself up but his fingers wrapped around her wrist, “Are you real?” 

Y/N giggled, “I think so,” she poked her tummy and Harry laughed.

“I must have been good at some point in time, I don’t think you’d be here if I weren’t.” 

“You are good Harry,” Y/N murmurs.

“For you,” Harry whispers, “I’ll be anything. Anything y’ want, Bambi. I’ll bend and break myself to be whatever you want me to be. I’ve never been one for religion, but I’ve only ever prayed long and hard for someone like you, and now here you are. You’re like holding a piece of Heaven.”

Y/N's breath catches, the weight of his words settling deep within her chest. She reaches up, her fingers brushing against his cheek, tracing the lines of his jaw with a softness that matches her racing heart. "Harry..."

His eyes soften as they meet hers, the intensity never wavering, but there's something tender in his gaze now, something that says he's not just talking about desire, but something deeper, more profound.

Y/N swallowed hard, her fingers twitching at her sides before she reached for the hem of his shirt. He smirked, eyes locked onto hers as he helped her tug it over his head, his movements fluid, confident. Her eyes rounded at the tattoos that littered his muscular torso. Her hands hesitated over the hard lines of his chest, the warmth of his skin under her fingertips making her pulse stutter.

"Go on," Harry urged, his voice low, teasing. "Touch me."

Her breath hitched, but she obeyed, palms trailing cautiously over his chest, feeling the steady, unshaken beat of his heart. Unlike her own, which was hammering in her ribs. She traced her fingers over a particular tattoo on his left pectoral.

Her gaze lifted to meet his, and she noticed the way his chest rose and fell with every breath, the warmth of his body against hers making her pulse quicken. Harry’s eyes softened as he watched her, his lips curling into a smile.

"Relax, love," he murmured, cupping her chin and tilting her face up to his. "S’just me."

And then he kissed her again—deep, sure, in control. His hands slid down to her waist, pulling her flush against him, and she melted into him, letting him take the lead, letting him guide her through the intensity of it all.

They kissed for a while, Harry’s hands roaming over her skin, slowly learning the contours of her body as though he were memorizing each moment. Y/N melted into him, feeling the heat between them grow, her heart racing, pulse quickening under his touch. 

Y/N pulled away for a brief second to catch his breath, his eyes were hazy, his lips were pinker than usual and lazy grin lingered on his lips. “What are y’ thinking about Bambi?” 

She wondered how he could already read her so well. Her mind had been drifting the entire evening to this very moment, and now she was in it, her mouth dry and she couldn’t seem to conjure up the words. “H-Harry I-” The words were on the tip of her tongue, her mind drifting to a reddit article she read three days prior with tips on this exact situation. 

Harry waited patiently for her to continue, letting her have her space to gain the confidence to ask whatever she needed to. He could see the uncertainty in her eyes, the hesitation in her voice, and he respected it, not rushing her, not pushing for anything.

She sighed, her words barely above a whisper, "I bought this bra today."

Harry nodded, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "It’s very pretty, Bambi. So pretty on you." His lips brushed the side of her neck, a gentle, tender gesture meant to reassure her.

But Y/N could feel the weight of her own thoughts pressing on her chest. "B-but there’s a reason I bought it," she continued, her voice shaky.

Harry paused, his lips stilling against her skin as he pulled back slightly to look at her, his gaze full of warmth and curiosity. “What do you mean?”

She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she gathered the courage to speak. "I... I want to try things with you."

Harry’s expression softened, the shock in his eyes mixing with a deeper understanding. He gave her a moment to continue, sensing that she wasn’t finished.

"I want you to do stuff with me." She felt her cheeks flush, but she held his gaze, refusing to look away.

He stayed silent for a beat, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from her face, his voice calm but filled with concern. "Are you sure?"

She nodded, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for his, needing his touch to ground her. “I want to touch you.” She whispered in his ear, her cheeks scorching.

Harry choked, “Bambi,” He could feel himself hardening in his trousers.

She quickly continued, her voice a little shaky. “But y—you have to help me because… reading things online make it hard to understand, and those articles about… it’s confusing.”

Harry took her hands in his, his thumbs brushing over her knuckles as he looked into her eyes, his expression filled with warmth. “Hey, it’s okay,” he reassured her gently. “We’ll go slow. No pressure. I’ll help you, I promise. What is it you had in mind, Bambi?”

“I’m too embarrassed to say it out loud,” She admitted, breezing past the whole ‘pretending to be confident’ moment she had pictured in her head. “I feel embarrassed not knowing anything.”

Harry’s gaze softened, and Y/N wasn’t sure why it comforted her. He wasn’t showing sympathy, frustration, or excitement—his expression was unreadable, almost effortless. It was as if her uncertainty didn’t matter to him, as if knowing nothing made no difference at all. Being with her was enough, and whatever came with it was just a bonus.

“How about I’ll help you first,” He gently guided her onto his lap, his hands steady on her waist as he settled her against him. “Just follow my lead, yeah?” His voice was soft, reassuring, but there was an edge of something deeper in his tone—something patient yet undeniably wanting.

Y/N’s breath hitched as she adjusted herself, feeling the warmth of his body beneath her. His hands, warm and firm, traced slow circles on her hips, grounding her. “You don’t have to rush,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “This is just us. You and me.”

She exhaled shakily, her fingers gripping his shoulders as she let herself relax against him. The feeling was new, overwhelming but not in a bad way. Safe. Warm. Intimate in a way she hadn’t expected.

Harry’s fingers trailed up her spine, his touch featherlight but deliberate. “Tell me what feels good, Bambi,” he whispered, his lips ghosting over the shell of her ear. “We’ll figure this out together.”

Y/N swallowed, her body tingling at his words. “O-okay,” she breathed, trusting him completely.

Y/N shuddered as Harry’s hands splayed on her thighs, his fingers playfully playing with the hook of her underwear that rested on her hips. His thumb made circles on her skin, goosebumps rising where he traced, ‘Is this okay?” He whispered, eyes looking into hers. 

She nodded. His fingers sliding down further until they cupped her between her legs, “What about this?” 

She gaped, “Yes Harry,” 

“M’kay,” Warm breath fanned down her neck. 

Beneath her, Y/N could feel Harry’s hardening length. Her eyes widened, her breath hitching as she shifted slightly, the sensation unfamiliar yet thrilling. Harry’s grip on her hips tightened just a fraction, his jaw clenching as he exhaled through his nose.

“You feel that, Bambi?” he murmured, his voice thick with restraint.

She nodded, her hands clutching his shoulders, her heart hammering against her ribs. “It’s… um, it’s big,” she admitted shyly, her cheeks burning.

“Do you trust me?” Harry asked.

“Completely,” Y/N whispered with a nod. Harry didn’t hesitate, pressing a soft kiss to her lips before his hand drifted lower.

With careful precision, he hooked his fingers around the fabric of her underwear, tugging it aside. She wondered if he could feel the razor bumps from where she had tried to shave. If he did he didn’t say anything, just whispered, “Y’ the most perfect girl. How are you real?” She wasn’t sure if he was speaking to her or himself. 

The moment his fingers brushed past her folds, searching for her clit, she stiffened, a sharp inhale catching in her throat. Letting out a shaky breath, her fingers gripping his shoulders as a wave of unfamiliar yet intoxicating pleasure coursed through her. Harry watched her closely, his eyes dark with focus, making sure she was comfortable.

“Relax, Bambi,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her temple as his fingers moved with deliberate care. 

Y/N’s breath hitched as he found the sensitive bundle of nerves, his touch gentle yet firm. A soft whimper escaped her lips, and she instinctively pressed closer to him, seeking more.

“That’s it,” Harry murmured, his free hand stroking her thigh reassuringly. “You’re doing so good for me.”

She felt heat pool in her stomach, her body responding in ways she never imagined. “Harry,” she whimpered, barely recognizing her own voice.

His lips curled into a smirk as he pressed a kiss just below her ear. “I’ve got you, love,” he promised, his fingers working her with steady, patient movements. “You’re truly quite perfect.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at his words, but then her brows furrowed as a thought crept into her mind—she wanted to do something for Harry, too. This wasn’t meant to be just about her.

But as his fingers continued their slow, torturous movements, her thoughts blurred into nothingness. Her body responded instinctively, her hips rutting against his hand when he brushed a particularly sensitive spot.

Harry groaned, the sound deep and raw, sending a fresh wave of heat through her. The effect it had on her was instant—she wanted to hear it again. So she did it once more, rolling her hips into his touch.

“Y’ gonna kill me, Bambi,” he rasped, his grip on her tightening as he fought to keep control.

Harry let out a strained chuckle, his fingers tightening around her hips as he steadied her movements. His gaze was heavy-lidded, filled with something dark and reverent as he watched her.

“So damn sweet,” he murmured, his thumb tracing gentle circles on her skin. “All wide-eyed and trembling… just like a little deer.”

Y/N swallowed hard, her breath catching at his words. His comparison made her feel small, delicate—like something precious in his hands. 

Harry’s breath grew heavier, his grip on her hips firm as he guided her movements, letting her find what felt good. Y/N was completely lost in the sensation—his fingers working her with precise, devastating strokes, his voice low and coaxing as he whispered sweet praises in her ear.

“That’s it, Bambi,” he murmured, his forehead resting against hers. “Let yourself feel it.”

Her body trembled, overwhelmed by the pleasure building inside her. She clung to him, fingers pulling on the curls at the nape of his neck, his head falling back as she rocked against his hand, chasing the high she had never quite reached before.

Harry was struggling himself, his jaw clenched, his breathing ragged as her movements sent jolts of pleasure straight through him. He was achingly hard beneath her, the friction almost too much, especially when she rolled her hips just right.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his fingers faltering for a moment before he doubled down, determined to push her over the edge first. “You feel so good, love—so perfect.”

His words sent her spiraling. A broken moan slipped past her lips as the tension inside her snapped, pleasure crashing over her in waves. Her body tensed, then melted, a shuddering mess in his arms as she came undone.

The sight of her—the way she trembled, the breathy whimpers falling from her lips—was Harry’s undoing. With a deep, guttural groan, he buried his face in her neck, his body shuddering as he followed right after her, lost in his own release.

For a moment, neither of them moved, both caught in the aftershocks of pleasure, their breaths mingling as they clung to each other. Y/N felt boneless, her head resting against his shoulder, her heart still hammering in her chest.

“I think I’m falling in love with you, Harry,” Y/N confessed, her voice soft in the quiet light of her room. It was the most honest thing she had ever said, the most vulnerable she had ever allowed herself to be.

Harry’s eyes shone with an emotion she couldn’t quite decipher. Maybe it was love, maybe it was more but she couldn’t quite figure out what meant more than love. Unless what she was feeling was exactly that- something more- because when she thought about loving Harry, the word seemed much too small. She wanted to be the same person, wanted to melt into his skin and never find where she ended and he began. 

His fingers traced slow, soothing patterns on her back as he held her, grounding her in the moment. “Maybe it’s your first orgasm talking.” He chuckled and she playfully nudged him before laughing with him. 

As her eyes fluttered shut, inhaling the scent of him—warm, familiar, safe, she heard him whisper, “I think I’m two steps ahead of you Bambi.” and her heart pounded against her chest. 

Maybe love wasn’t a big enough word for what she felt, but whatever it was, it belonged to him. And she had a feeling it always would.

[ladyycherryy]

Hey, I really loved your mark bar fanfic I was wondering if you could write one where it takes place in the university but instead of a bar it’s a party and Mark can’t help it but get jealous and possessive of you. And if you don’t mind, can you probably make it smutty? I’m so down bad for that man. 😊🫣

Ask and you shall receive 😏🔥 Jealous Mark at a party? Oh, it’s about to get real messyyy ,

Never written smut before so this is my first time. Understandable if you dont like this. ill rewrite it😘😛

CONTENT WARNINGS + afab reader, smut, mature language, explicit adult content

Lewd Lovers’

The pounding music vibrating the walls and floor. People were everywhere, packed into every corner of the house. Laughing, talking, the scent of alcohol mixed with sweat.

 And the faint smell of cigarette smoke in the air.

 You’d excused yourself from william and amber.

“I shouldn't even be here” You think to yourself while stepping away for a second. Going down the dark hallway towards the quieter side of the house. 

Just to breathe.

Just to think

And before you even realized Mark was already there.

“When did he get here?”

He grabbed your wrist as you passed by, you barely had time to turn around before he pulled you into the shadows. Down the hallway and into a dark corner beneath the staircase

“Mark–” 

He was already pinning you against the wall, one hand to the side of your waist. His gaze was sharp and focused on you and only you.

 You noticed him checking you out, 

The way that deep V-neck provided a perfect view of your breasts, and that stupid mini skirt showing off your legs. 

“What are you doing? You whispered in shock.

“Can’t stand seeing those pricks eye-fucking you out there” Mark snarled, his eyes staring into yours.

“Every dumbfuck in that room thinks they’ve got shot with you.”

You let out a shaky breath, heart beating fast. As Mark’s fingers dug into your hips.

“Mark you know–” you paused, feeling the hard bulge of his cock against his jeans, the heat of it seeping into your thighs. 

Mark couldn't help it.. But the need to touch you, to fill you, to claim you as his.

“I cant fucking standing it anymore.” he groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck, slowly placing sloppy kisses on your neck.

His teeth then start nipping at your lower lip, his other hand gripping your jaw. Tilting your head back to deepen the kiss as his knee pressed more in between your legs. 

You pull back from the kiss breathing heavily.

“Mark.. someone could see us”

But Mark didn't seem to care and focused on claiming your mouth and body.

Mark slid his hand under your skirt, his fingers touching your inner thigh. Slowly going up until he felt the damp fabric of your panties. Pushing them aside and going into your slick folds.

“You’re so wet for me already” he coos into your ear. His fingers rubbing along your slit before circling your sensitive clit. He pushed in two fingers knuckle deep into your pretty pussy. 

Pumping them in and out at a slow and steady rhythm.

Teasing till you were trembling with the need of more. He could feel your slick walls fluttering around his fingers. 

“Mark–!”

“That's it, baby. Let me hear how much you want it” His thumb pressing circles against your throbbing clit.

 Mark captured your pink glossy lips, swallowing your moans and whimpers.

The risk of being caught only heightened his arousal, showing everyone who you belonged to.

Mark’s finger plunged deeper, stretching and hitting that magical spot inside of you, your walls clenching around his finger. Drawing him in further

“Fuck you’re dripping so much” he groaned against your lips. 

“Such a little needy thing aren't you ?”

“Bet you've been thinking about my cock all day, imagining how good it would feel splitting you open.” 

He pumped his fingers harder, faster , you threw your head back and saw stars from how good it felt. The wet sloppy sound of your pussy and lewd moans filled the air, his palm grinded against your clit with each thrust.

With a low groan , Mark removes his fingers from your wet swollen cunt. Ignoring your whine of protest he quickly undid his jeans.

“I'm gonna make you mine, right here where anyone could catch us.” 

The sight of you - cheeks flushed , lips swollen from his kisses..  Makes him go feral. 

Putting your legs around his hip. His cock sprang out of his boxer, bright pink tip with pre-cum leaking. 

“Beg for it, baby. I wanna hear those pretty lips tell me how desperate you are for my cock”

“Mark, I–... I'm yours.” your breath hitches as you slowly feel him push his tip inside.

He began to push forward slowly, letting you adjust to his size as he sank deeper inch by inch.

“Ah! Fuck, Mark.” Whimpering as you clutched onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist tighter. 

“Nngh~", so tight... Like this sweet little pussy was made just for my cock.”  The feeling of your velvety walls clenching around him was indescribable. Growing tighter by the second as your climax approached.

The sound of your moans roused Mark, urging him to increase his pace. his hips slamming against yours, cock hitting deeper and deeper into you, The obscene slap of skin on skin, the way your pussy shaped his cock. Mingling with your moans and cries of ecstasy. 

Mark could feel your walls start to quiver and spasm around his cock, And you could feel his cock pulsing and twitching as both you and his orgasm finally overtook, your cries muffled from under his hand.

Slowly, Mark pulled out of you, watching with a smug grin as a trickle of his cum followed, dribbling down your inner thigh. <333

[scoupsakakitty]

Could you write a seungkwan x idol reader maybe angst but fluff in the end hehehe

The Letter You Never Sent | idol!Seungkwan x Reader | angst, fluff

It had been a long day for Seungkwan, and as usual, his mind was buzzing with new lyrics he wanted to jot down. While Seventeens schedule had kept him busy, the creative process never stopped. He always carried around a notebook, but that day, his mind had wandered off, and he’d forgotten it at the dorm. It wasn’t like he hadn’t planned to stop by Y/N’s place; it was just another reason to visit, another small moment they’d spend together, even if it was just a few hours.

Y/N wasn’t home when he arrived, as she often wasn’t these days. He was used to letting himself in, having known the code to her apartment door for years. It was their routine���a casual thing, like family. He liked the quiet comfort of her apartment; it had always felt like his second home.

With a quick glance around her living room, Seungkwan spotted a pad of paper on the coffee table. Perfect. He grabbed it, along with a pen, and began scribbling down the lyrics that had been swirling in his mind. His pen moved furiously across the page as the ideas began to solidify. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the piece of paper that had fallen out from underneath the notebook—a letter, creased and worn, as if it had been kept hidden for years.

Curious, Seungkwan set the pen down and reached for the letter. It wasn’t like him to go snooping through Y/N’s things, but something about the way the letter was half-hiding under her notebook caught his eye. As he unfolded it, he recognized her handwriting instantly. His heart skipped when he read the first few words:

“Seungkwan, I don’t know how to say this…”

The message was brief but heartfelt, and Seungkwan immediately felt a pang in his chest. But as he continued reading, the words sent a shockwave of confusion and anger through him. Y/N had written this letter to him years ago—back when he was a new debutant, struggling to find his place in the world. And yet, he had never known about it. Not until now.

The Letter

Seungkwan,

I don’t know how to say this. There’s so much I want to tell you, but I don’t even know where to begin. I guess I’ll just say it: I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. I don’t know when it started exactly, but I know it’s been years. Even before your debut, even when we were just friends, I felt it — the way my heart would race when you smiled, the way my chest would tighten when you laughed. It’s always been there.

But I’ve had to keep it hidden. Not because I wanted to, but because I had to. Your management told me it was too dangerous for you. They said it would ruin your career, your reputation. They told me that if anyone found out, it could destroy everything you’ve worked so hard for. They made me believe that if I told you how I felt, I’d be the reason you wouldn’t succeed. I couldn’t bear that. I couldn’t risk losing you—not just as my best friend, but as someone who meant so much more to me than words can express.

So, I’ve been pretending. Pretending that we’re just friends. Pretending that I’m okay with watching you grow and shine, knowing deep down that I’ll never be the one standing next to you on that stage. I’ve watched you achieve your dreams, and I’ve been so proud, but at the same time, I’ve been holding my breath, keeping my distance. I can’t let my feelings get in the way of your future. I won’t.

But it’s getting harder, Seungkwan. Every time I see you, every time I hear your voice, every time you smile at me, it breaks me just a little more. I keep telling myself that this is for the best—that I’m doing it for you—but I’m not sure how much longer I can keep this up. It hurts. It hurts so much to hide this from you, to pretend I don’t care when everything inside of me screams that I do.

I just wanted you to know. Even if I can’t say it to you in person, even if I can’t hold your hand, I want you to know that I love you. I always have. And I always will.

Please don’t hate me for this.

—Y/N

This section of the letter conveys the deep emotional struggle Y/N went through, hiding her feelings because of the pressure from HYBE. It adds a layer of guilt, love, and sacrifice, giving Seungkwan a stronger reason to be upset with both Y/N and himself.

Seungkwan’s mind raced as he read the words over and over again. The rawness of the confession hit him like a wave, and anger began to bubble up from somewhere deep within him. How could she have hidden this from him? How could she have kept this secret for so long?

He wasn’t sure how long he sat there, reading the letter, feeling his emotions shift from shock to disbelief, to something darker—hurt, betrayal.

By the time Y/N returned, the letter had already been set back down on the coffee table, neatly folded again. Seungkwan could barely breathe, his thoughts too loud in his head. He needed answers.

The door clicked shut, and he heard Y/N’s voice calling his name, familiar and comforting. But for the first time in a long time, it felt like it was coming from a distance. He stood up from the couch, walking toward the door to greet her.

“Seungkwan?” Y/N stopped short when she saw the look on his face, and suddenly, everything felt heavy.

“Where have you been?” he asked, his tone sharp and colder than he had intended. He wasn’t sure why he was so angry, but the letter had made everything so much harder. Why hadn’t she told him? Why hadn’t she trusted him enough to share something so important?

Y/N froze, clearly sensing the shift in his mood. “I—I was out with a friend. Why? What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Seungkwan didn’t answer right away. He glanced over at the coffee table, where the letter was waiting. Then, without thinking, he grabbed it and held it up in front of her, his gaze burning with frustration.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he demanded, his voice tight with anger. “Why keep this from me for so long? You wrote this… years ago, and you never said a word to me.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, her face paling as she took in the sight of the letter. “Seungkwan, I—”

“No, don’t say anything yet,” Seungkwan cut her off, his emotions flooding out. “You hid this from me. You hid your feelings from me. You made me believe we were just friends, when all this time, you felt something for me. How could you keep this from me?”

Y/N opened her mouth to say something, but the words stuck in her throat. Seungkwan could see the guilt and regret written across her face, and it only made his anger grow stronger.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside him, but it wasn’t easy. “I’ve worked so hard for my career,” he said, his voice thick with frustration. “I’ve sacrificed so much to get to where I am more than I ever wanted. And I didn’t even realize it.”

Y/N flinched at his words. “Seungkwan, that’s not what I wanted. I never wanted to ruin your career. I never wanted to be a distraction. I did it because I care about you. Because I wanted to protect you—because I didn’t want my feelings to get in the way of everything you worked so hard for.”

Her words cut through him, leaving him feeling both hurt and conflicted. “So you just thought I wouldn’t care? That I wouldn’t notice how much you were hiding from me? You don’t think I could’ve handled it? That I wouldn’t have wanted to be with you, too?”

Y/N took a step closer, her voice trembling. “You don’t understand, Seungkwan. I had to choose. Your dreams, your career… they meant more to me than my own feelings. I couldn’t risk hurting you, ruining everything you’ve worked for. I thought if I kept my distance, everything would be okay.”

Seungkwan’s anger melted into frustration. He knew how much she cared for him, how much she always wanted the best for him, but this—this silence—had been a wall between them, and it had hurt him more than she probably realized.

“You should’ve told me. I could have handled it,” he said quietly. “I could have chosen to be with you, to figure this out together. But you didn’t give me that chance. You just let me walk around, clueless.”

Y/N’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “I’m sorry. I was scared… I was scared of losing you.”

The silence between them stretched, each of them holding on to emotions too strong to ignore. Finally, Seungkwan dropped his gaze, taking a deep breath. His heart ached as he realized how deeply this had hurt both of them. She had tried to protect him, to shield him from her feelings, but in doing so, she had unknowingly created distance that neither of them needed.

He reached out, pulling her into a tight hug. Y/N hesitated for a moment before letting her arms wrap around him as well.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I should have told you. I was just trying to protect you.”

Seungkwan nodded, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I understand. I do. But don’t you ever think that you’re a burden to me. I would have chosen you. I would have always chosen you.”

Y/N pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, her tears finally falling freely. “Really?”

Seungkwan smiled softly, brushing the tears from her cheeks. “Yeah. Really. We can figure this out, Y/N. Together.”

She smiled back, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the weight of the world seemed to lift from both their shoulders. The space between them was finally gone.

And as Seungkwan leaned in, kissing her gently, all the uncertainty, all the hidden feelings, faded away. They were finally being honest with each other. Finally ready to let their feelings lead them forward.

[kxsagi]

“𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤”

bachira meguru had the biggest crush on you. but he was also your best friend. 

it wasn’t love at first sight for him, it was more so love that developed over time. with each day spent with you, he fell harder into feelings he knew he would never be able to get rid of. 

and gosh, you were just so beautiful, not just in the way the sun caught in your hair or how your eyes crinkled when you laughed. it was also the way you carried kindness in everything you did, the way you listened like every word mattered, the way you saw people, the real them, the parts they thought were invisible. you were like this constant warmth in his life, and he didn’t know what he’d do without you. 

which is why he’s been terrified to tell you. 

because what if you laughed? what if you looked at him with those same bright, beautiful eyes and told him that he got it all wrong? what if you walked away with your bags, and he would have to watch you go, your silhouette framed by a door he was too afraid to close? 

he couldn’t risk losing you. 

but after two years, it came to a point where he could no longer stand swallowing the words that have been choking him for two years, smiling like his heart wasn’t aching, and pretending like being just your best friend was enough. 

“i... i like you. as more than a friend. i have for a long time.” 

at first, your smile faded, and for a moment, his worst fears came crashing down on him. this is it, he thought. this is where she walks away. 

but then.. you smiled. soft, warm, and more beautiful than he’s ever seen. 

“i was hoping you'd say that,” you said quietly. 

and just like that, the weight of two years of fear and doubt lifted off his chest. you reached across the table, your fingers brushing against his, and he swears, in that moment, the world feels right. 

he was so afraid of losing you. so afraid that he never considered what it would feel like to finally have you. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

a/n: bachira would be an overthinker and that's canon (this was obviously inspired by the song “bags” by clairo)

[soggyriceee]

/super religious college vibes, pathetic/whiny ellie, risky. she really wants to cum all over your pussy. like bad, fem!reader/

ellie and you both were fully aware of how wrong it was what both of you had been doing. touching each others private areas after lights out or even in the back of classes(ellie touching you i should say), kissing under the blankets. but ellie would smile softly down at you, cupping your cheek as her other hand worked against your clit, soothing your anxiety of getting caught.

shed whispering in your ear how it was you guys secret, Sister Maria didn’t have to know. she didn’t have to know how every night for the last 3 months, after night prayer, how Ellie would crawl into your bed, sliding her hand up your night gown. she’d play with the little bow, whispering how much she loved that pair.

“it’s not wrong to feel good..” she’d whimper, bucking her hips against yours as her clit dragged perfectly against your swollen one. her other hand would roll your erect nipple in her long fingers, feeling her orgasm bubbling in her as she watched your face shift.

your hands would cover each others mouths, concious of the two other girls on the opposite side of the room. ellie struggled the most, loving how wet you both were. the sound of each others cunts rubbing against each other could be enough to wake them up, had there not been that awful lullaby in the background, playing through each of the rooms. “theres never a bad time to listen to the songs about Jesus.” you could hear your Sisters say.

she’d lean down right next to your ear, panting, praising you for giving her your pussy. for letting her fuck herself on it, oh she really thanked God then. “s-so.. i’m so close” she’d whine, her movements becoming rugged, impatient.

the bed would softly creak, and for a second you both swore one of the girls woke up. but Ellie was so far into it, so close to cumming against you. her green eyes were low, jaw slack as her hands pressed your hips into the mattress, spit drooling from her mouth as her tongue hung slightly out.

“e-ellie slow down.” you’d whisper, trying to warn her of the risk she was taking. but ellie truly didn’t care. she needed it, it was pathetic. she was so drunk on your pussy she didn’t care if a Sister walked in. she didn’t care at all if one of the girls woke up. she wanted to cum and she was going to

her whimpers grew into longer, more desperate whines. your hands gripped her jaw, forcing her mouth closed as your other wrapped around it. your eyes were wide but hers were pleading with you. “i need it.. need it need it” shed chant into your palm, digging her nails into your hips as she began to feel herself come undone. you guys had done this before so many times, you had no idea why tonight she was being so loud, so needy !

the two other girls in the room didn’t speak to either of you in the morning. not in an angry vibe, more of a “what the fuck do we say”. you were embarrassed beyond belief, but confident that they weren’t snakes. college was about finding yourself out right? at least that’s what Ellie would tell you after morning prayer, asking God to forgive you for your sins, her careless demeanor giving you a bit of relief.

ellie hasn’t left my mind in two days i’m nkt even joking why does she have to be fake and please hmu if you look like her. i’m not joking

[lexirosewrites]

Day 13: Free Use

for @stmarchmm

⚠️CW: public sex in front of (mostly) unaware parties⚠️

‘Anywhere and anytime.’

That’s what they both agreed to.

No matter the risk, if the opportunity presents itself and Eddie is in the mood, Steve won’t resist unless he’s safewording out.

They’ve tested it out in more than just theory a handful of times. Mostly low risk acts though.

Groping playfully in the grocery store.

Fondling one another on the freeway.

Heavy petting at the Hideout.

Rubbing fronts in a restroom.

Nothing too dangerous. Nothing where people were so close to them.

No, none of those times were anything quite like this.

When they experimented before, Steve and Eddie were fairly careful.

They checked that the coast was clear, doors were locked, they were quiet, and the chances of them getting caught were relatively safe.

More adrenaline than actual risk.

This is different.

Eddie can make fun of Steve all he wants, but his apprehension should be understandable.

“Eddie, we really can’t,” he hisses, pushing his alpha’s hand wandering away from his waistband.

There’s a blanket covering them, but that doesn’t change the fact that they’re not alone. Robin’s basement is full of other people.

Yes, they’re all adults and yes, they’re all friends. Other young couples, even!

But that still doesn’t affect the reality that Chrissy and Robin are cuddled up just a few feet away on their own loveseat, as are Argyle and Jonathan.

Eddie chuckles at him.

“What happened to ‘anywhere and anytime,’ baby? Thought you liked it that I touch my omega whenever I feel like it?” he taunts quietly, pushing past Steve’s protests easily.

Eddie’s hand sneaks back under his sweats and slides right over the front of his panties with ease.

This isn’t what Steve meant when he agreed to having a free use relationship with his alpha. Or okay, yeah, maybe it is and it just felt less scary in theory than practice.

“But they’re all…”

Eddie raises an eyebrow at him, giving a pointed look towards the other couches shrouded in the dark.

“Asleep, sweetheart. They all conked out like fifteen minutes ago and this stupid movie has at least an hour left. They’re not gonna wake up if you be quiet like a good boy. Can you do that for me, Stevie?” Eddie practically coos in his ear.

His fingers keep creeping downwards slowly.

Steve can’t help but squirm at the light touch against his cocklette. He still hasn’t entirely made up his mind about this, even if Eddie’s evidently made it up for both of them.

“What if they wake up?”

Eddie uses the arm wrapped around his shoulder to pull Steve even closer to his side.

He doesn’t move his other hand, but his palm is resting openly over Steve’s pussy, covering it with a warm grip that silently says it belongs to him.

The alpha then kisses the side of his head so very sweetly, as if they aren’t discussing something entirely debauched and filthy.

“That’s what the blanket is for, darling. They won’t know and I don’t plan on telling them either. Just breathe and let your alpha take care of you. I do the thinking here, yeah?”

Steve swallows down his arguments and the spit building up in his mouth from being talked down to so lovingly.

Eddie always knows what he needs and giving up control to him has been the best decision in Steve’s life.

He’s yet to lead him astray, even if they end up down some wild roads due to Eddie’s navigation.

“Okay,” he agrees with a near silent chirp. “Anytime and anywhere,” Steve repeats hesitantly.

“There’s my perfect omega,” Eddie praises him lowly.

He doesn’t pull out his real alpha voice like that very often, but the deep pitch he can reach with it shoots straight to Steve’s core.

It summons forth his slick with little effort.

“Love you,” Steve answers, his request unsaid.

Eddie understands.

“I love you too, baby. And normally, I love to hear your pretty mouth make pretty sounds too, but you’re gonna have to control yourself or I’ll have to control you,” he states simply.

Steve doesn’t ask for clarification because the threat (promise) is very clear.

Instead, he nods in agreement and forces himself to relax his body one anxious limb at a time. This agreement is supposed to be fun and tensing up isn’t going to lead anywhere good.

Eddie’s lips press wetly against his jawline and the alpha’s hand is no longer resting in place.

His thumb catches on the head of Steve’s cocklette, rubbing over it slowly like there’s not a layer of cotton between their skin.

“Ed—” Steve chokes out, needing more than just the tease.

“Shhhh, omega. Do you want to wake our friends up? What would they think if they saw you like this, huh?”

Steve is well aware that Eddie isn’t actually aiming for them to be caught, he made that clear, which is exactly why he feels comfortable messing with Steve’s head like this.

“No, please don’t,” he moans out as Eddie moves his panties aside and slips two fingers down into his cunt with no warning.

“Oh? Don’t touch you, honey? You want me to stop?” Eddie rasps into his ear sarcastically.

Steve nearly growls in frustration when his alpha freezes, acting like he would actually call this off.

“Don’t you dare,” he snaps a bit too harshly.

Eddie nips the shell of his ear meanly.

Too loud. Oops.

“Stevie, baby… I already told you to watch your fucking mouth.”

Steve is well aware of that. But sometimes it’s fun to test the boundaries and see what happens. Games are only fun when they both get to play and Steve is feeling feisty tonight.

“Make me.”

Eddie accepts that challenge readily.

Steve may have forgotten about his alpha’s free hand, but Eddie certainly didn’t and he uses it to stick three fingers in Steve’s mouth to silence him.

He almost gags on them, but he’s used to much bigger things in his mouth.

As it is though, there’s no way to quietly vocalize his frustrations.

“Not so tough now, are you, pretty boy?”

Eddie doesn’t expect a reply and Steve doesn’t give one, other than to suck on his fingers innocently.

“Brat,” Eddie comments affectionately.

That doesn’t slow him down though. In fact, he slips another finger into Steve easily, hole plenty slick enough.

It takes a moment to realize Eddie’s matching the rhythm of Steve’s sucking, but for some reason that really does it for him.

His thighs clench together, trying to get Eddie at the right angle to let him finish. All of this bantering foreplay has him close to the edge already.

“Relax.”

He can’t.

That’s physically impossible to do with the way Eddie’s thrusting his fingers as deep as he can get them and using his thumb to continuously rub at his cocklette head.

Steve attempts to mumble, “Please,” but it ends up as a slurring line of drool instead.

His body feels electric and he just needs permission, for Eddie to say that he’s done well and can receive his reward.

As if he can read Steve’s mind, Eddie kisses his cheek sweetly and whispers, “Such a good boy. Go ahead and cum on my fingers.”

He does so whilst locking eyes with a smirking Argyle.

[babybearnation]

Kimi Antonelli x prince male reader general headcannons with maybe a dash of smuttiness 🤭

-🦊

this is modern royals, not fantasy/historical royals & also reader is lowkey implied to be a prince of some australian area (real or fake), but it's not important so!

kimi antonelli x male!prince!reader

kimi had no idea why everyone was buzzing around in the paddock today

sure, it was the start of a new season, there were plenty of rookies starting this year, lots of buzz, but this was more than he expected

and then ollie excitedly tells him there's royals in the paddock

kimi gets it now

he had no idea what part you ruled - the name entirely unfamiliar to him - but royals no matter what were insanely exciting

and then he sees you and wow

you were stunning and you carried yourself with a confidence that kimi envied like crazy

ollie picked up on kimi's infatuation instantly and marched over to you, introducing himself and kimi

you were charmed by the baby bear but kimi? kimi is who really caught your attention

he seemed shy, shyer than you knew him to be, and you weren't stupid - you knew why he was shy

admiration was practically swimming in his eyes as he looked up at you

you asked if he could show you around the garage & the paddock, even though you knew them very well, and kimi agreed, a soft flush on his cheeks

kimi was so shy as he showed you around, especially when you seemed to recognise many people and places

when the small tour had ended, kimi shyly asked why you wanted him to show you around when you clearly already knew where you were going

you smirked and told him the truth - you found him charming and wanted to spend more time with him

kimi was stunned before spluttering when you kissed his cheek and told him to find you later so you could get his number

you all but disappeared after that

kimi assumed you were just having to be escorted around places but actually, you'd ran off to try and calm your racing heart

kimi was adorable and you couldn't handle it

you had two older brothers so you could get away with marrying who you wanted, but there was something about kimi being in f1 that made you hesitate

the sport wasn't nice to queer people, and that was you putting it mildly

you really couldn't ask kimi to sacrifice his career for you

little did you know, kimi wanted to take that risk & try and be with you, even if it was in secret

when you finally met him again later, kimi handed you a napkin with his number on and a shakily written love note in italian before he rushed off

you didn't speak italian but your brother did so you had to listen to him translate with an awkward flush on your face

thinking fast, you came up with a plan that you asked your brother to help with, knowing he loved nothing more than matchmaking

it all hinged on one thing

kimi finishing the australian grand prix in the points

sunday rolled around and you watched with bated breath through the whole thing before nearly falling out of your chair when kimi crossed the line in fifth

you had sprinted from your box without hesitation, rushing to parc ferme with anticipation flooding your system

kimi was shocked when you appeared out of nowhere, grabbing his arm and spinning him to face you

you quickly blurted out a few lines in italian, watching as kimi went bright red

a vague thought that you mispronounced something crossed your mind before kimi quickly responded

"i will be yours, if you will be mine, mio principe"

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[rickgrimesdoingrickthings]

"Celibacy?" Rick giggled, getting red. Yes. The way she put it, it was perfect. "Well, I didn't find a better way to prove you I'm not here to just sleep with you, miss." Rick was smiling, clearly having fun with their teasing.

"It's a material, concrete way to show you." He smiled a little, his eyes so sincere. Despite all the chuckles, he did worry a bit, that Wren had imagined he wanted to just...in a way....use her.

"Wren...I'm not...that kind of man. I mean...I know how some guys just seem to be moved by sex, I'm not like that. It's the opposite actually...I...I need a strong emotional bond first so I can..."

And then her words gave him warm goosebumps. "R....right there in the garden...?" Now he was imagining things-

He just froze for some seconds. Wren sure knew how to shake him- in a good way.

"J...jokes aside...it would be a pity to cover those brand new shirts with dirt. Any old shirt that fits me will do."

Rick did get more goosebumps and extra shivers when she whispered against his ear- the tickle...her voice...- "Mnm...y...yes my lady." He tried to give her a sassy funny answer, but his voice shook a little due to the tension.

There still was tension. And it felt so good.

"Once you seem convinced enough that I love you...I'll let you have me in the garden." He chuckled, the idea sounding funny and sensual at the same time. "The idea of making love somewhere...open...- I've...I've never tried that." Rick was starting to blush and imagine things. "I mean, the adrenaline- the risk of being seen...- getting caught by someone right when you're about to..." He was getting redder. "Mnnnm...doing it on the grass, exposed to the wind...- if...if it happened at night...imagine the stars. It would be...beautiful..."

No matter how erotic the teasing could get, Rick managed to be even more romantic, even against his will.

Rick absolutely loved her grin. Such a constrast with her reserved, worried self.

He fiddled with his glass, just admiting her with his romantic and slightly lusty eyes for some seconds. "This celibacy game will be fun. I think...that it will make our love making even better once we break the rules." Rick seemed very energetic compared to the other days.

@littlewrensx

Rick blushed and pouted a little when she started to laugh, but then he smiled when she complimented him. "Thanks for letting me borrow. Otherwise I'd have to be naked around all the time." He teased and then chuckled.

Seeing her eyes sparkle with joy...it meant the world to him. "I see you slept really well."

He listened to her carefully.

"Why are you muttering? Are we hiding that we're about to have rabbit stew?" Rick muttered back. "Sure, feel free to share. We don't have that much protein for ourselves though. The animals I caught were small."

Rick seemed pretty healthy now. Almost no marks on his skin. Definitely didn't seem like he had been beaten so hard one week earlier.

He sat with her, ready to eat.

"I didn't plan anything for today. I can just follow you around and help you out. I wanted to clean the stable, check how Hope is. I also had to set a proper space for the bunnies. So they don't run away."

Wren's food was always so so good.

"You're a goddess. Everything you prepare is delicious. Thanks for the meal."

He cleaned his bowl, didn't leave one drop. All the food she made was very welcome. His hair finishing to dry, the robe slipping a little, exposing one of his shoulders.

"Wren, all the clothes I have left are...they're brand new and...I would feel bad if I had to wear them while working outside. I don't wanna ruin them, so....do you have any other clothes to borrow me while I work? Once this weather changes, I can wash my boxers and the clothes I was wearing before, they already are full of holes so it would be fine wearing them to work."

His eyes were so sweet and peaceful- it was written on them that he was comfy and enjoying every second of being with her. He was so in love.

"If you don't have anything I'm afraid I'll have to work naked outside." He chuckled again, trying to get a reaction out of her.

@littlewrensx

[violetasteracademic]

Velaris Memorial Hospital: Part Three Reveal

Last year, Velaris Memorial Hospital was little seed inspired by the late October leaves. A story of the Archeron sisters and the lives of the Bat Boys entangling in a hospital fraught with a scandal, and deeply inspired by the Tortured Poet's Department and Grey's Anatomy.

The Manuscript: Rhys and Feyre are star-crossed lovers who collide over a dirty pumpkin chai latte. She's a children's art therapist in the cancer ward at Velaris Memorial Hospital, and he's the new owner of the hospital. Their connection is undeniable. Perhaps a thing of soulmates. But with the tangled web of lawsuits and Feyre's unstable ex-fiancé at the center of it all, the mountains between them are higher than the stretch of the Velaris skyline. (Read the first six chapters here.)

The Albatross: Nesta and Cassian share a tense and steamy moment as strangers at a rooftop bar, only to find out they have to team up to save Velaris Memorial Hospital from the fallout of a scandal. Can the director of public relations and head of financial strategy maintain their professional lines while fighting each other and their chemistry? And will the skeletons in their closet and ghosts of their past keep them from being more than just physical? (Read the first three chapters here.)

And now it's time for...

Elain is a labor and delivery nurse at Velaris Memorial Hospital. Despite her chaotic and exhausting schedule, there is nothing she craves more than stability. Set guidelines. She never makes a decision if she isn't certain of the outcome. Newly engaged to Graysen Nolan, she's on track to have everything she ever wanted, even if it doesn't feel exactly how she imagined it would.

Azriel is a world renowned photojournalist on the front lines of war, humanitarian crises, and the parts of life that most people turn away from. He's traveled from country to country and lived out of hotels for years on end. His life is all risk, no rest, and no looking back. But lately, the thrill of the job isn't enough to keep him distracted from the demons he's been running from.

When Azriel takes a six month corporate photography contract to help his brothers rebuild Velaris Memorial Hospital's reputation, he crosses paths with Elain Archeron. On the surface, they couldn't be more different. But as layers peel away, their similar aches and dreams draw them together.

They decide to push each other to try new things and explore different sides of life. But as their connection deepens while time counts down on Azriel's contract, and Elain's fiancé urges her to start planning the wedding, they tow a dangerous line.

Read chapter one of Velaris Memorial Hospital here.

Thank you to @rosanna-writer @tealeaves-and-rosepetals and @yourstarsmyscars for the beta read, and thank you to all the readers who have given this project so much love and support!

Preview below the cut:

Chapter One: I Circled You on a Map

Summary:

Elain's engagement celebration with her sisters takes a turn that might alter more than just the course of the evening.

I haven't come around in so long But I'm making a comeback to where I belong So when I touch down Call the amateurs and Cut 'em from the team Ditch the clowns, get the crown Baby I'm the one to beat Cause the sign on your heart Said it's still reserved for me Honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

This happens once every few lifetimes

Elain

“So…” I said, my hands fidgeting nervously in my lap. His eyes snapped up quickly, as if he was shocked by the sound of my voice. My throat caught, but he smiled softly at me, and something eased in my shoulders. “Where is your favorite place that you’ve ever traveled to?”

His mouth twitched, so slightly I almost missed it. “Coming in with the hard questions first, I see.”

“Really?” I giggled. “I assumed you'd be asked that all the time.”

“Not as often as you’d think,” he replied. There was something sad in his smile. Lonely.

“Okay, so not your favorite. Maybe… the most… memorable? There wasn’t one place that just… struck you?”

I had never been anywhere but Velaris. Beyond my fear of flying, my family didn't take vacations or even go camping before my parents died. My sisters and I never bothered to get cars. Our life in the city was very insular and walkable, and we relied on public transit or ride sharing when necessary. We'd talked about renting a car to go on a road trip, but it never happened. Graysen and I planned for romantic getaways, but our schedules never lined up.

Still, even within my small world, there were places that stuck with me above the others. Certain houses that had particularly beautiful trim and architecture, or streets where the prettiest orange leaves fell on the dark cobblestones, brilliant and striking against the black wrought-iron gates that fenced in the rows of townhomes. Some places just crawl under your skin and take your breath away, even for simple reasons. 

Azriel hummed, considering. I felt it everywhere.

Gratitude rushed over me when the waiter dropped off our drinks at that moment. I needed to focus somewhere else so I didn’t seem like a creepy weirdo who couldn’t stop staring. 

I ordered The Lighthouse, a Virginia Woolf twist on a dark and stormy with lavender bitters. Azriel ordered non-alcoholic beer.

I briefly wondered if I should ask if he was bothered by my drinking, unsure if he avoided alcohol entirely or just this evening. But he clinked the rim of his bottle to everyone’s cocktails and seemed relaxed. Which was a relief, because although I hardly ever drank, I had already decided I was going to get extremely drunk this evening.

When he focused back on me, I noticed his gaze had a sound. It crackled.

“I’d say the place that struck me the most was Trieste,” Azriel finally answered after a few long sips.

“Where is Trieste?” I asked, gulping down my delicious drink garnished with lime, ginger, and a spring of fresh lavender. 

“Italy. But what makes it unique is that it's barely attached to the rest of the country. It’s a small port city on the gulf, on the opposite side of the Adriatic Sea from Venice. It’s like this tiny piece of Italy carved out of the coast of Slovenia, holding onto Italy by a near negligible strip of land.”

I stared at him wide-eyed. I’d never heard of Trieste before. My heart ached to see this small portside city across the sea from the rest of its country. To smell the salt air that only comes from being near that kind of water, and walk along the shimmering coastline with a rich espresso and pastry in hand.

And then, the alcohol must have already gone to my head. Because when I tried to picture the little dot on a map off on its own, on the other side of the sea from Rome and Florence and Naples, I started laughing.

Azriel’s lips sliced into a sardonic grin. God, he was really handsome. More than seemed fair for one mere mortal. Not that I was attracted to him in any meaningful way. It was simply an objective fact.

“What?” he asked, pursing his lips as if he was trying not to laugh at me laughing.

I took a deep breath and regained my composure as best as I could. “You must be quite the contrarian,” I said. At his raised brow, I clarified, “Your favorite place is the part of Italy separated from the rest of Italy? You're a total travel hipster.”

His eyes narrowed, but there was a bright glimmer to them as his lips quirked. “No one has said hipster in over a decade.”

“A hipster would say that,” I said sagely.

He laughed whole-heartedly, and my spine felt like a live wire. I waved at the waiter to ask for another drink.

“Okay…” He rubbed his stubbled jaw. “I see your point. But, counterpoint, part of what makes Trieste so special is how many cultures have influenced it throughout history. In Greco-Roman times, it was a settlement that belonged to the Roman empire. Then it fell under Habsburg rule, then the Austro-Hungarian Empire. It was a free territory for a while, then came full circle and has been incorporated by Italy for about half a century, with countless other influences along the way. In Trieste, you can swim in the sea, visit Roman ruins, Austrian castles, attend a Slovenian theatre, go to a German cafe, or see canals comparable to Venice all in one day. Doesn’t that sort of make me the opposite of a hipster? To choose a place that has so many good things instead of one really niche thing?”

I could hardly breathe as my mind swirled with images of everything he was describing. I also tried to ignore how sexy it was that he knew so much about it and could to describe it in such vivid detail. Not in an annoying mansplaining kind of way, but…passionate. Curious. Deeply observant.

Sexy wasn’t the right word. I certainly was not imagining if that passionate curiosity and observance carried over into… sex. It was just the first word that popped into my head. And I couldn’t happen to think up a better replacement.

“There’s really a city like that?” I asked. It sounded too magical to be real.

“There really is,” he nodded. “I’ll show you the photos I took sometime.”

Heat rushed to the surface of my skin. “Alright,” I said, even though that could never happen.

Within the walls of Rita's, we were safe. So long as we weren't making plans beyond the evening, there was nothing to feel guilty about.

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[potatoplace]

Labyrinth: Claws

C2 | C3: Claws | C4

Alpha!Feysand x Omega!Reader - A Backrooms AU

series masterlist | Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist | AO3 link

Summary: You attempt an escape that doesn't go quite to plan.

Warnings: moderately serious injury, horror elements, omegaverse, dub-con bathing + wound care (lemme know if I missed something)

Words: ~3.8k

Author's Note: I hope you guys like this one!! I had so much fun writing it, I've really been loving working on this series. Lemme know what you think! Can you guess what's happening towards the end of the chapter? 🤭

18+ only pls

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Being nestled between two people was not how you’d expected to wake up, but then again, life the past few days had been anything but expected.

You managed to slowly wiggle your way out from between them - Rhys and Feyre, your mind supplied - without waking them, careful not to rub your palms on the furs below you. Once you were free of them, you stood and assessed your body.

Your feet were still sore, but not nearly as bad as the last time you’d been standing, and paired with the soft leather socks, you were certain that you could make it a good distance away from here before they started to ache terribly. The pain in your knees was nearly gone now, and when you gave them a quick glance, the skin was mostly healed already - a far cry from how they’d looked the last time you set eyes on them. The scrapes on your hands were only patches of pink, raw skin now, stiff but able to grab the doorknob that would lead you to freedom.

As you carefully opened the one door in the room, you risked a look back at the sleeping couple, the empty space between them sending a pang of… something to your heart. You turned away from them and to the room that lay before you, shutting the door behind you as quietly as you could. The same yellow walls greeted you, though this room had five doors, six if you included the one that you had passed through.

It was furnished well, with couches covered in furs and a low table between them in front of you, as well as a large wooden dining table with matching chairs and a nicely sized kitchen towards your right. Four of the doors in front of you were slightly cracked, with only one being closed completely.

Surely they would be more likely to close the door that leads to the rest of this place, right? You thought to yourself as you snuck towards the closed door, over to your left. The door swung openly silently, and you shut it slowly before looking into the hallways before you.

There were three paths that you could take. Three identical, endless hallways.

Seeing as you had no idea which direction they’d brought you from, you also had no idea which direction might lead out of here. A sigh left your lips, and you began walking to your right.

The hallways were the same as they had been before you’d been abducted, yellow walls with concrete floors, though as you went further from the relative safety you’d been in, more decay began showing in your surroundings. The concrete grew rougher, and cracks appeared in the wallpaper, whose color you knew would make you sick for the rest of your life, if you ever escaped from here.

With the state of the floors, you were grateful for the soft socks on your feet, though you did feel the tiniest bit bad for taking them with you, likely for them to be ruined by your journey. Your soft fur dress was a welcome comfort as well, its hem falling to your knees and sleeves reaching halfway down your forearms, keeping you much warmer from the chill of the hallways than your skimpy party dress had.

You were sad that you hadn’t looked for your heels, or something else that you would be able to use as a weapon if the situation called for it, but you’d had a feeling that taking any extra time in the couple’s den would have lead to you getting caught by them.

As it was, you carried on at a steady pace, though you knew you were still weakened from your previous days of having no food or water.

Water.

Oh, you would miss having water. But being free? That was far more important.

You took whatever turns you could in an effort to not be found by Feyre or Rhys, though you had a strange feeling on the back of your neck already, like you were being watched. Resisting the urge to look behind you, you trudged onwards, nose wrinkling when your stomach growled loudly.

Maybe you would stumble across something to eat soon, some berries that wouldn’t turn to ash the moment you touched them.

The hallways stretched on endlessly in all directions, each one so similar to the last that you thought you may be going in circles, if not for your newest discovery.

In front of you was a courtyard - well, below you was a courtyard, a large grassy area in the shape of a square, with a concrete pathway running through it diagonally. While the sight may have comforted you if you were able to run your fingers through the soft greenery, it had the opposite effect from where you were standing.

Ten stories above it.

All hope you had of finding your way out of here vanished with the sight, cold dread slithering down your spine. There was no way that you had merely tripped and fallen through a door in a drunken haze, even if you had disregarded the life you’d encountered in your time here.

But that left the question: Where were you?

You pulled your arms in around your waist in an effort to comfort yourself, with little effect. A few calming breaths later, you started on your way again, though at this point, you weren’t sure what the point was.

Maybe… Maybe if you tripped into here, you could trip out again?

But that would require you falling, and if you were going to get any more distance between you and the mysterious couple, you couldn’t afford to get hurt again.

You tossed your head back and let out a long sigh, resolving to try your theory once you felt you had walked far enough. But for now, you would keep walking at a steady pace and take whichever turns looked most promising.

Yellow hallway after yellow hallway, and with each one you passed through you felt the sensation on the back of your neck grow, a shiver running down your spine.

You’d been walking for at least an hour now, maybe two, and the feeling had grown to a gnawing in the back of your head, and you couldn’t ignore it any longer, especially not when you heard a scratching noise somewhere behind you, your head turning to look over your shoulder.

And then you broke into a run, a scream leaving your lips after your brain processed that behind you was another Attor, its mouth opening to let out a metallic roar that had your ears ringing.

No thoughts were in your head as you took the next corner, your feet screaming as the rough concrete poked through the leather on them. All you needed was to be safe, that’s all.

You risked a glance back at the decaying monster, your head getting light when you saw that the Attor had gotten closer, its bone white claws gleaming under the fluorescent lighting.

Ahead of you was a large room, yellow pillars placed randomly throughout it, with a hallway branching off from each wall. There was the slightest possibility that you could outrun the monster, or find a pillar to hide behind until it left.

But just as you passed the first pillar, the Attor had pinned you to it, deathly claws sinking into both sides of your waist. You let out a scream, white-hot heat spreading through your torso where your skin was pierced, your body twitching involuntarily and causing pain to lance through your sides.

The creature let out another roar, and your head was spinning as it leaned in. “Oh, she will be very pleased with me,” it cackled, its rancid breath washing over you. “She hasn’t had an omega in years.”

You didn’t have any space in your head left to think about what the Attor meant, not with the pain overtaking your every thought, the sight of the razor-sharp fangs in the beast’s mouth, so close to your vulnerable everything.

But suddenly its claws were tearing through you from left to right, leaving you altogether a moment later, and you sunk to the ground, clutching your sides as you moaned in pain.

A black mass shot past you and into the Attor, and as you turned your head to your right, you saw Rhys, flying towards you with his massive wings and black smoke gathered around him. The sight would have terrified you, if not for the way your sides and stomach were aching, hot blood seeping out of your wounds and soaking your torn dress. He flew past you in an instant, slamming into the Attor, who howled in pain in its metallic voice.

Your vision started to spin as you leaned back against the column behind you, heavy breaths leaving you as your eyelids grew heavy.

Cool hands met your cheeks, and when you opened your eyes, you were met with worried blue-grey ones. She took in a sharp breath when her eyes drifted down, landing on the torn sides of your dress, the blood seeping down you.

“I’ll have you patched up in no time, love, just stay still,” Feyre soothed, her hands lowering to your sides and gripping your waist and stomach gently, staying even when you hissed in pain. A soft glow came from her hands, and you felt a hot, itching sensation where your skin was torn. “There we go, that’ll keep you from bleeding much more until we’re back.” Feyre pushed herself up, then leaned down to scoop you into her arms with ease.

She began walking not a moment later, leading you away from the horrific noises the Attor was making as Rhys tore it apart, his dark laughter drifting after you through the hallways.

Once they were out of sight, you sniffled as the terror of your situation sunk in, how you had nearly died, and would have if not for Rhys and Feyre finding you. Without thinking, you buried your face in Feyre’s neck, taking in deep breaths of lilac and pear, the smell settling the fear in you to a quiet buzz in the back of your mind.

“I’ll save the lecture for when we’re safe, omega, just close your eyes, okay?”

You whimpered in her hold, but did as she asked without question. It was… More pleasant than you’d expected, being carried in her arms and pretending this was normal.

It took a tiny fraction of the time for Feyre to carry you back to their den that it had taken you to walk the distance, making you question just what the hell are these people?

She swung a door open and took you inside, revealing the large room that you had exited from earlier, two men, winged like Rhys, sitting on one of the couches.

Their eyes snapped to the two of you, grins spreading across their lips. “Find the stray omega, hm?” One of them asked in a playful tone, to which Feyre merely growled in response, setting you on edge as she quickly brought you into the room she and Rhys shared.

Feyre set you on your feet gingerly, her hands steadying you by the shoulders when you swayed for a moment. You heard a whistle, and saw the two men standing in the doorway, staring at you in your ripped up dress. Feyre growled once more before slamming the door shut in their faces, turning to you with fire in her eyes.

It cooled in a instant, when she saw the fear in your eyes as you shivered in the cool air, soaked in your own blood.

“Oh, darling, let’s get you into the bath,” Feyre cooed, taking charge and stripping the dress off of you and tossing it into the bucket next to the bathtub. You held your hands to your chest in an attempt to preserve your modesty, whatever amount of it you still had left at this point. Rushing water sounded behind you, and when you turned, the tub was completely filled with steaming hot water.

How, you had no clue.

Feyre attempted to nudge you into the bath, and after you refused to budge she simply sighed and lifted you by your underarms over the lip of the tub and into the water, your feet stinging painfully when they broke the surface.

You whimpered as she gently pushed you down into the water, the stinging even worse on your still somewhat open cuts along your abdomen. “I know, ‘mega, but they need to be cleaned before I do anything else to them,” Feyre murmured as she grabbed a cloth and a small bar of soap. She scrunched her eyebrows together when you tried to move out of her reach, holding your hands out to take the items from her. “Just stay still, I will be bathing you today, Y/N.”

“Why?” You whispered as she gently worked the cloth over the streaks of blood that were stubbornly clinging to your skin, the water turning a light pink as she did so.

“Because you���re my omega, and you got hurt,” Feyre admitted. “I just need to take care of you now, so stop fighting me,” she commanded you gently, your movements stilling.

You let her finish washing you, cheeks flaming when she cleaned your breasts and lower half, though she did keep her touch light. Not that that changed much.

Rhys burst through the door as Feyre was drying off with a soft fur, your hands coming to clutch at it and hide your body from him. He let out a sigh when he saw you, his shoulders and wings relaxing as he turned to shut the door behind him.

You, however, tensed up at how he looked now - his leather clothing, skin, and wings coated in a thick grey substance, one that you had a feeling belonged to the Attor that he had been destroying while Feyre carried you away.

“I’m glad to see that you’re mostly fine now, darling, but if you pull a stunt like that again?” Rhys asked, deadly serious as he stood in front of you. “You will not like the consequences. Am I understood, omega?” It was impossible to keep from nodding your head under the weight of his stare, but the smile he gave you after had the pressure lifting from your chest a moment later. “Good, now let Feyre take care of your wounds while I get this gunk off of me.”

Feyre dressed you in a thin set of knit fur underwear, then guided you down onto the mound of furs you had slept on earlier. She grabbed the wooden jar they had gotten the salve from last night, her face disapproving when she turned back to see your legs pulled to your chest, preventing her from looking at your wounds.

The two of you struggled quietly while Rhys bathed, with Feyre managing to get salve on your re-injured feet, and a new pair of thin leather socks slipped over them.

Water splashing drew your eyes to the bathtub, giving you a good look at Rhys’s naked form. Your cheeks flushed bright red as you looked away from him and back to Feyre, who had a knowing smile on her face as she watched you.

“Rhys, would you help me with her? She’s being very stubborn,” Feyre chirped happily, grinning when Rhys came over, picked you up, and sat down where you had been, settling you onto his lap.

His naked lap.

You fought the urge to wiggle in his hold, knowing that you did not want any consequences from… that.

Rhys chuckled, his chest rumbling beneath you as he wrapped his arms around your chest, just above the cuts across your abdomen. “Go ahead, darling, I have a feeling she’ll stay still enough for you now.”

Feyre shared a smile with him as she set to work, her hands applying the cool salve to your broken skin gently.

Rhys kept himself occupied with your neck, his mouth switching between placing soft kisses along its expanse and hovering over the skin, just to take in deep lungfuls of your scent. Halfway through Feyre’s work a rumble came from Rhys’s chest, the vibrations making your body go pleasantly limp in his hold.

By the time Feyre stopped you were feeling sleepy and safe, which was weird considering the situation, but you weren’t about to turn away comfort at this point. You must have closed your eyes, because next thing you knew, Rhys was helping Feyre shimmy a different dress down your torso, loose enough to sleep comfortably in.

But then Rhys had you tucked against his chest against, one arm looped around your abdomen, his free hand idly stroking a pattern over your thigh.

“Open your mouth, love,” Rhys coaxed you, and your lips wrapped around the cool edge of a mug, water trickling down your throat. You opened your eyes to see Feyre holding said mug to your mouth, a gentle smile on her lips and her eyes softened.

“So good for us, Y/N,” Feyre cooed as she took the mug away once you’d emptied it, setting it next to the dish of food that she had, apparently, gone to grab. “Will you eat a bit before you sleep again, love? Since you lost so much blood, it would be the best choice.”

Between your rumbling stomach and her hopefully look, you were more than willing to let them feed you once more, especially if it meant you could get some sleep afterwards.

She slowly fed you a bowl of soup, though how they had meat here, you weren’t sure. But it tasted normal enough, and between it and another mug of water, you were absolutely stuffed by the time Feyre took the dishes over to the small kitchen on the far side of the room, while Rhys took the opportunity to slide down into a laying position, slowly rolling to place you on your side without hurting your wounds.

Feyre rejoined you a few moments later, now bare of her previous clothing as she laid down facing you, and both her and Rhys began pulling furs over the three of you, trapping in a wonderful amount of body heat. Paired with one of Rhys’s wings blocking out the light again, you were lucky to be awake for more than a minute, a wide yawn parting your lips as you settled in fully.

“Good omega, that’s it,” Rhys murmured in your ear as your breathing began to even out, one of his arms reaching over you to pull Feyre closer to both of you.

You couldn’t find it in yourself to care that you were nestled between two naked mostly-strangers, not right now, when their lovely scents were mingling around you, their combined warmth cocooning you so wonderfully.

🤍🩵⛓️‍💥💜🤍

When you woke, it was to an empty bed.

Which normally wouldn’t be a cause for concern.

But here? With what you’d gone through so recently? Being alone was hardly a good thing for you.

And it didn’t help that you were feeling restless, like something was wrong. So… It couldn’t hurt to check the other room, just to make sure that someone is still around?

You did just that, shimmying out from under the pile of furs that were covering you, leaving them behind even as you shivered in the cool air, mind set on finding someone.

The door opened silently, and you were met with the sight of Rhys sitting on a couch, shirtless but with a large, plush looking fur draped over his lap. Across from him on the other couch were the two other winged men you had seen before falling asleep, but you paid them no mind.

No, your body guided you to what you were needing, your feet taking you directly to where Rhys was sitting.

He looked at you, mouth parting as if to scold you, before you threw yourself onto his lap, your legs bending so that you were straddling him, your arms wrapped tightly around his back. In the next moment you had buried your face in his neck, breathing in the heavenly citrus and sea scent rolling off of him.

Your abdomen ached mildly as you pressed yourself against him, but that was nothing compared to the ache you felt when his arms didn’t immediately wrap around you, though you knew that was an insane thought.

You whined into the skin of his neck, huffing satisfactorily when he pulled you into him more tightly, his own face burying in your neck.

He pulled away quickly, though, causing tears to build in your eyes. Rhys gave you a sympathetic look before he lifted you up slightly to pull the fur from beneath you, letting it drape over you as his arm guided you back into his chest.

That was nicer.

You didn’t know what had gotten into you, but you were mostly comfortable as you went back to your previous position, enjoying the soft kisses Rhys was giving your neck as he talked with the other two, their words slipping in one ear and out the other.

The only thing that might make this better…

You yawned widely against Rhys’s neck. You weren’t sure what would make this better, but you would know it when you saw it.

So when you turned your head at the sound of a door shutting to see Feyre, you let out a loud whine from your spot in Rhys’s arms, drawing her attention instantly.

Her eyes lit up at the sight of you in his arms, and she made her way over to you quickly. “Awe, is our little omega sweetening up?” She cooed as she slid under the fur and right up to your and Rhys’s sides, one gentle hand coming to cup your cheek. “You just needed a bath and a warm meal, hm?” She asked playfully before leaning in to press her lips to your cheek.

You were, surprisingly, breathless when she pulled away, your heartbeat quickening as you tried to scoot closer to her without losing any contact with Rhys. When you couldn’t, a soft cry left your lips, to which Feyre and Rhys both shushed you quietly. Feyre managed to position herself so her head was near yours, and one arm was halfway over you - as close as she could get how you were laying, and right now you were unwilling to move any further than moving your left arm from wrapping around Rhys to wrapping around Feyre.

You heard one of the other men say something, but it didn’t register as you let yourself relax into the two of them, especially once Rhys made his chest rumble again, soothing you straight to sleep again.

🤍🩵⛓️‍💥💜🤍

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[saemisic]

(🍥) ── H.S.K.T

𝓞therwise ... begging to do the HSKT couple trends with enha !

─── 𝓁𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴, 𝒸𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢 & 𝒶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ; ENHYPEN hyung line x ℱem! reader + the cutest tt trend , esta relationship, petnames + wc: 746

(꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱) -> sae's thoughts : posting this after not posting for like a month oops... also ! a very happy belated birthday to my beautiful moots dani (@flwrstqr) and ady (@gyuuberryy) i labh u guys sm i hope you had the most amazing, bestest day ever

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠.

The sound from your phone blasted as you hyper-focused on the couple twirling around each other. Your eyes following every move, you knew you had to do this trend with Heeseung. Padding towards the bedroom where he would be gaming, you quietly entered, walking over.

There he was sitting on the gaming chair eyes laser focused on his game, his friends could be heard yelling through his headphone/mic/ Quietly walking up to him you wrapped your arms around him. "Babe, i have a question" you asked voice soft.

Turning to you, eyes wide at the sudden call ,he turned around taking his headphone off, " hi doll, what's up? " he turned.

"weshouldtotallydothehskttrendbcuzitissocuteandcoupley" . The only reaction was a blinking heeseung blinking stupidly back at you, confusion in the air.

"what."

you quickly pull out your phone to show him the video you saved. "this one hee" you show on the phone the couple smiling and dancing.

"ive never seen this love," he said focused on the dance. "That's okay though, its simple pleaseeeee"

And suddenly, heeseung found himself outside with the phone set up and twirling hearts content.

𝐉𝐚𝐲.

He lay on the warm bed as he turned towards you, your phone lighting up the dark room. "Watcha ya watching babe," he asked, resting his head on your shoulder. "This." You flipped your phone towards him, showing the couple dancing.

"We should do this babe," you said hopefully puppy eyes ready. " I don't know, babe," he said, scratching his head. You know I don't like these trends, babe," he muttered, watching the video on a loop.

"Please, babe, I won't post. I just wanna do something couple with you!" he pleaded.

"YIPEE!" you squealed following him as he chuckled by your own exicment. "ok, just copy what i do ok?" you said before setting the phone up.

jay followed behind, with a small smile on his face, as you set up the camera on the wall, picking the music. Before suddenly getting dragged next to you before you started spinning.

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞.

Seeing the couple cutely dance made you jealous? You always wanted to film a TikTok with Jake, but never could since it was too risky being caught.

You quickly sent the TikTok to Jake begging jake to do this with him. You hopefully stared at the three bubbles appeared.

Jakey <3: babe you know we can't post something like this what if we get caught? Y/N: jake please ! plus what are even the chances that engenes come across my account. Jakey <3 : i know your account is private but sometimes friends turn against friends and who knows we just cant risk it... Y/N: jakeeee pleasee 🥺 Jakey <3: ...y/n Y/N: please 🥺???? Jakey <3: okay....

Cheering internally as you skipped along.

Later that evening, as you and Jake enjoyed the date, you suddenly remembered and asked, " Oh Jake, let's do the TikTok now!" you said, whipping your phone, pulling up the app.

Sighing only as he watched you set up the camera only smiling by how happy up were to film.

Oh boy what a nightmare he woke up too when his notifs went off has a new trending video on enhatok was jake and some girl doing a couple tiktok trend.

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧.

Naturally introverted, Sunghoon was never very active or interested in social media. He never saw the point in bragging about relationships online, which was especially true for him as a highly sought-after idol.

While doomscrolling on your bed and seeing couples all over your feed, you couldn't help but wonder if maybe Sunghoon would be willing to participate in this trend with you.

The next day in the cafe, your heart raced as you said, “Hey, babe. What do you think about doing a little TikTok trend together? Just for fun?” He looked surprised. “A tiktok trend? For social media? But you know the risk that comes with things. ” “Well yes…,” you trailed off. You knew the risk of being caught and you saw the hate that came to most females who were even speculated to be with the members. "But! It's not like I'd post it or anything! Just for us."

Sighing with defeat as he put the food on his spoon, he nodded saying "Fine but you have to promise that you won't post it.. I dont want you to get hated…" he said, "Yes, yes whatever!" you cheered pulling up a video to show him excitedly

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© SAEMISIC 2O25

[brklynbxby]

Nathaniel listened—really listened. He let her words settle in the space between them, tried to make sense of them, tried to find some thread of reason that would stitch the wound she had torn open in his chest. But no matter how hard he searched, there was nothing. No explanation, no justification—just empty syllables strung together like a feeble attempt to rewrite what had already been done. "Do you think you can forgive me?" But she hadn't even been willing to fight for him, not when it mattered. "I never meant to hurt you." Then why did she? And if it was so easy to give in once, would it ever stop? "I love you, Nathaniel. I always will." That was the one that shattered him the most. The cruelest lie disguised as devotion. His breath hitched, his hands curling into fists at his sides. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet, but it carried the weight of every ounce of pain she had inflicted. “If you truly loved me, you wouldn’t have betrayed me. So don’t stand here and tell me you’ll always love me—because love isn’t supposed to hurt like this. If I was really the one you wanted, you wouldn’t have risked losing me." And that was it. That was all he had left to say. There were no more fights to be had, no more words to exchange. Only silence. Only heartbreak. And the aching fear that this pain would never leave him.

His gaze met hers, a silent plea hanging in the air before she turned back to her suitcase. He wanted—needed—to reach for her, to pull her into his arms and whisper that somehow, everything would be okay. But he couldn’t. This wasn’t the Harmony he had fallen for, the one he had spent countless moments learning, loving. That version of her felt like a ghost now, slipping further and further from his grasp. A sharp breath caught in his throat as he clenched his hands into fists, forcing himself to turn away. He couldn’t stand there and watch her pack, watch her walk out of his life as if everything they had meant nothing. So he left the room instead, putting distance between them before his resolve shattered completely. And yet, no matter how much she had broken him, no matter how deep the betrayal cut, a part of him knew—she would always hold a place in his heart. A cruel, unshakable truth.

—

The camera felt like an extension of him by now, muscle memory guiding his hands as he fine-tuned the focus. This project was different—new faces, a different energy, a production studio he wasn’t used to. He liked the challenge, but there was an unease to it too. He was used to knowing how things ran, how the crew moved around him. Here, everything was unfamiliar. The last few months had been a whirlwind of work—commercials, music videos, a feature that had nearly burned him out. But he thrived in it. There was something about the pace, the constant motion, that kept his mind occupied. And then there was Lily.

They hadn’t even known of one another back then, but then it became more. Easy conversations between takes, little glances when she touched up an actor’s makeup. It had started slow—casual drinks after wrap, a late-night phone call here and there. And now? Now she was his girlfriend, a label he still wasn’t sure how to sit with. Not because he didn’t want it, but because it had happened fast. One minute she was just someone on set, and now she was part of his life. He liked her. But she wasn’t Harmony.

"Camera ready?" The director’s voice cut through his thoughts. Nate blinked, refocusing on the frame. "Yeah, rolling when you are." Work first. Always. He was never going to make the mistake again where he put his all into a person just to get it thrown straight back in his face again.

Harmony packed her things, the weight of each item pulling her heart down further, until she slowly looked up when he walked over to her, she zipped her suitcase up and put it on the ground. She stared at him, her tears streaked down her face, each drop a testament to the pain she could no longer hide. "If I stay will we have a chance, Nate?" she sobbed quietly, "Do you think you can forgive me?" she knew he couldnt. Nothing would be the same anymore, she fucked up.

"Nate.. I- she whispered, her voice barely audible. She let go of her suitcase, her hands trembling as she stepped closer to him, her eyes meeting his for what she knew would be the last time. "I—I never meant to hurt you, Nate." Her words were soft, but they carried the heavy burden of sorrow. Her heart ached, a deep, unbearable ache, because she knew this was it. There was no going back. "Nate," she continued, her voice trembling with emotion, "the way you love... the way you loved me... it was so beautiful. It felt like a dream, like something out of reach. Everything was so surreal, and I wasn’t used to it. I wasn’t used to that kind of love. From the very start, I felt like I didn’t deserve it."

Her words caught in her throat, and she had to pause, trying to breathe through the pain. Her tears flowed faster now, each one a reminder of the wreckage she had caused. She fought to keep going, but her chest felt tight, the air too thick. "When I saw Cassian… I slipped back into my old habits. I wasn’t Harmony anymore. I became that girl—the one who did whatever it took just to survive. When I dance, I disassociate… it makes everything easier. But I let myself give in. I should’ve never picked up my boss's call. I should’ve texted him, told him I couldn’t come in. I should've stayed with you at your workplace. I should’ve spent that day with you. I should’ve gone home with you." Her voice broke as she spoke, each word a painful regret. "If I could turn back time... I would do exactly that."

Her gaze faltered, and she couldn’t bear to look into his eyes anymore. She had lost that right. She was no longer worthy of it.

"I—I meant it, Nate, when I said I wanted to become a better person." She stepped back, pressing a hand over her chest, where the pain felt sharp and endless. "I had already quit my job before everything with Cassian happened. I wanted to surprise you. I wanted to be someone you could be proud of… and yet, I disappointed you." She took another step back, each movement feeling like it was tearing her apart, but she knew she had to leave. "I love you, Nathaniel. I always will." Her voice was barely a whisper now, a final confession. "Thank you… for showing me what true love really is. Thank you... and... I’m sorry. Truly."

With one last look at him, she walked back to her suitcase. She did not want to leave, she needed his arms around her more than ever right now.

[cherrribun]

can i request the twst first years with a yuu!reader whos a pothead? :3

TWST First years x Stoner!Reader

hiphip hooray, thanks for my first ask anon 😋😋. this is super silly cus i got the notif for it when i was high lol!!

characters: first years (no ortho, sorey!)

warnings: lots of drug usage, mentions and mild descriptions of greening out

a/n: i got carried away with deuce, pardon that he got more love lol. readers gender is unspecified!

Ace Trappola

-oh he is absolutely geeked about it

-despite never having personally tried it, ace most definitely has always wanted to try it

-so when you eventually let him know about your habits, he's basically begging you to let him try it

-should you hang it over his head, he will swear to have grim stay with him so you can have nights alone

-sold!!

-he got excited and greened out first time

-you were mortified when he suddenly, like the flick of a switch, was laying flat on his back, enjoying the high, very suddenly freaking out

-you had to escort him personally to riddle to get help, who was not pleased you guys were smoking in the dorms

-after aces bad trip, he is childishly against it for a while

-anytime you smoke he covers his nose and swats at you

-after like 2 months hes rearing to try it again

-yeah he greens out again (sucker)

-but he definitely is the type to wear self proclaimed “weed merch” and calls himself a stoner, the fraud. dont worry, you thoroughly embarrass him about it

Deuce Spade

-deuce quite honestly would not like it at least initially

-poor boy is trying to overcome his delinquency, your weed smoking tempts him like fish on a lure

-he likely would've actually smoked before. easily so in his days of picking fights and skipping class

-safe to say he folds after one conversation about it

-although at first hesitant to join you, he very quickly changes his tune when he smokes again for the first time

-this boy, bless his heart, is insufferable to be around when hes high

-hes one of those people with the strand will absolutely babble non stop, giggling persistently at the way grim gets mad at him. the type to have a huge, dopey smile at all times

-he probably provokes the cat incessantly, just to absolutely lose his mind with a giggle fit

-he's absolutely takes up any offers to smoke with you, but strictly when hes got a few hours to spare

-he keeps his own stash after mooching off you (you caught him smoking your cart without permission and banned him from your room, which he simply could not have)

-good luck if he gets sativa, you wont know peace for the next few hours

Jack Howl

-being the total meathead (/lh) jack can be, upon the revelation you are a stoner, he lectures you on the health risks of smoking

-he would be no fun, and would likely get upset if you smoked around him in fear he wouldn’t be able to qualify for spell drive!

-maybe even gets to the point where he wants you to stop, going far enough to find your cart/stash and flushing it

-rude ass bitch

-you probably got into it with him when this happened, a very long argument ensuing

-eventually, he comes to an agreement to simply not be around you when you’re actively inhaling smoke

-hes got to take time to learn that weed wont kill you, and isn't anything like a strong drug

-dont get your hopes up for him to smoke with you ever, he absolutely will not. sorry jack nation

Sebek Zigvolt

-sebek is a bit of an interesting case

-he probably discovered your smoking habits before you decided to tell him

-he most definitely views smoking as a lesser human thing, and turns his nose up at such actions

-he probably gets into a bad mood when you smoke at first

-turning his nose up, and making a little bit of a scene as he walks away, grumbling about inferior humans

-lilia changes his attitude real fast

-he got a scolding and is sent back to you like a kid post tantrum

-after this little interaction, he doesn't really even bat an eye when you smoke around him

-sebeks a bit of a weirdo, and would honestly enjoy the smell of the weed as long as its not one of those gross flavored kinds

-i dont think he could ever bring himself to smoke, hes got too much pride to lower himself to being fully human

-but he definitely likes how you get so affectionate, laying on his lap, giggling when he enters the room

-hes alot more whipped than one might think, hes just got walls higher than the sky

Epel Felmier

-epel is a bit naive to weed, not that he doesn't know what it is or anything, he just never really thinks about things like that

-pomefiore kids are much more busy with. idk, makeup

-when you start actively smoking around him, his interest is piqued

-he observes you, interested in how you relax, and the amount of food you can shovel down your throat

-and of course, he wonders

-epel will ask questions, wanting to know why you love smoking so much

-you tell him to just try it

-and boy oh boy, he absolutely loves it

-hes a sleepy high, absolutely knocking tf out when he first smokes. the deepest sleep hes ever experienced

-when he wakes up the next morning, he enthusiastically lets you know he gets it now

-don't imagine hes a stoner, persay, he would be a more party smoker. but the party is you. so, he smokes a good amount

-he can often be found dozing on you while you're both high, some bad tv playing in the background, while you devour snacks

-yeah, hes crazy down with it

[ranni-moon]

🩰 member dynamics!

❝ 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒚 ❞

heeseung + heran [ heeran ]

duo name : acez

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ contact names

heeseung : heeSeUNG [ no explanation needed ]

heran : dramatic lead no one casted [ because she acts like she's in a period drama, and doen't understand the concept of normal reactions ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they met through yeonjun, and at first heeseung said they were so awkward to the point where they couldn't be left alone. they'd just sit in silence waiting for someone to say something

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ when they found out that they would be on the survival show together heeseung said he felt more at ease knowing that she'd be there. heran said that she probably wouldn't have spoken to anyone at all if it wasn't for him

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ when it was announced that she would be debuting with them heeseung thanked the gods. it didn't take much for them to get along and he made sure to be by her side when they first debuted because of how nervous she was, and always reassured her

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ during shows he makes sure that she is comfortable and if she isn't, he makes sure to do something about it

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ if either of them is troubled with something, like practice or maybe there's just something bothering them then they talk to each other. the members usually go to either jay or heran for advice or just to rant because they're good listeners. their dynamic is just the cutest and fans love the familial bond that they have with each other

heeran does!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ therapy sessions

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ hugs before and after performances

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they have karaoke lives every two weeks

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran always finds herself laughing until she's on the floor whenever they have conversations in konglish/english

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heeseung always goes into immediate panic mode whenever he can't find her in crowds, only to see that she's next to him

"okay let's get to the—wait. where's heran?? OH MY GOD WHERE—oh."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're each other's hypeman/woman for literally anything. during games, performances, even when one of them is cooking

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're always bullying each other, and it got to the point where they got creative and started dissing each other with random rap battles

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they have mario kart battles too, but in the middle of the night. heran is a night owl so she's always awake, and heeseung's usually up playing league or something. it gets so noisy when they're playing, and jay despises them for it

"drop that shell I dare you—WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, HERAN?!"

"you're the one who said that I should do it!".

and jay hears and he's screaming at the top of his lungs. "CAN YOU TWO SHUT THE HELL UP? I WILL UNPLUG THAT CONSOLE, DON'T TEST ME!"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ nicknames

| heeseung [ seung-ah ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ it started off as a joke, more teasingly from heran when she dropped the honorifics to irritate him. he wasn't upset, just more concerned for her well-being because he genuinely thinks that she's the strangest person that he's ever met. the nickname caught on though and he warmed up to it

"testing, testing... 1, 2, 3."

"seung-ah your voice cracked on 2..."

"it's called vocal texture."

| heran [ cherry ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ it originated from a war crime. [ she choked on a cherry ]. it happened a few weeks after they met—so they were still super awkward around each other. they were chilling in the practice room, eating some snacks while talking and then she just started coughing

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heeseung was so confused, only to realise that she was choking, and like the idiot he is, he started violently hitting her back while screaming. trauma

"doesn't cherry look good today engenes? wait is that my jacket...?"

"uhm... no?"

jay + heran [ jayran ]

duo name : rockstarz

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ contact names

jay : jay park ( real ) [ she's a clown like that ]

heran : flight risk [ she threatens to run away for no reason ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ now this is a duo. do you know those dads that are completely against the idea of getting a dog, but the second they get the dog BAM!! inseparable? that's literally their relationship

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ at the beginning of i-land they were asked which trainees they wouldn't get along and he said heran. like heeseung, he was also a bit opposed idea to the idea of being a co-ed group, so he tried his hardest not to associate with her for most of the show. but then she cracked a joke and he started laughing, and when she noticed he played it off by coughing and walked away

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ you will never catch him dead admitting it, but he loves heran a lot. he shows her a lot of tough love, and they tease each other quite a bit but he's always smiling regardless

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ there are times where she'll fall asleep on the couch when she's exhausted and he'll walk past and shake his head and start complaining about how careless she is while covering her with a blanket

"everytime. she does this everytime. the least she could do is go to her room like a normal person."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ their shared love for their guitars needs to be studied. jay let her write her initials on one of his guitars, and she did the same—but specifically on the electric guitar that she used to produce shout out with

| jayran does!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ when jay is cooking, she'll sit on the counter and talk to him or annoy him but he loves that she keeps him company

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ jay often braids her hair, and whenever she compliments him or tells him that it looks good he brags to the members

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ when they're walking anywhere he makes sure that she's within arm's reach and prefers for her to walk next to him

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they loveeee going shopping together. just two rich besties spending hours at the mall

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they have their morning coffee sessions where she'll talk about her day, the wack dream she had and he'll just listen and sip his coffee. it's so entertaining for him too

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ nicknames

| jay [ jay oppa ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ okay, you might think that's it's boring and not technically a nickname but trust, it means a lot

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ jay is the only member that she willingly calls oppa—on camera, in the studio, in public. the company let her drop the honorifics because some fans would make it weird, but on occasion she'll let it slip for jay, and it makes him feel so special

he'd be showing off his jacket to the camera or something. "doesn't it just scream sophistication?"

and she'd be watching in slight disgust because wow. "is jay oppa showing off the jacket again? guys he's had it for a week already."

he'd just wave her off. "she's just jealous of my sophistication."

| heran [ princess ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ever since their weekly idol episode for their border: carnival comeback where the hosts introduced them as "princes". he got slightly irritated because it wasn't the first time that people had forgotten that heran is literally a girl

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ so to remind her that they don't see her as a man [ even if he does tease her sometimes ] he calls her "princess"

she'll be sitting in the waiting room during one of their photoshoots minding her business and he'd call her. "it's time for the group shots, princess."

jake + hailey [ jaliey ]

duo name : hoez... I'M JOKING [ kind of ] it's actually grammarz [ they're both constantly correcting everyone's grammar. they go wild on weverse bro, humbling engenes left and right ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ contact names

jake : stalker??? [ an inside joke from i-land ]

heran : walking lawsuit [ because she's always caught up in something unintentionally ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the duHOE. flirts of the century if you will. when jake heard that heran was from the u.s back in i-land he was sprinting at her because he needed a friend. they bonded over the fact that they both spoke english, but jake felt that she was the closest thing he had to home at the time

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're always doing some wack shit when they're together. they often go out together and heran is a homebody, but if jake asks her she'll go anywhere

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he wasn't confident during i-land or at the start of their career, but she was always there to help him and reassure him that he was making progress and doing a great job

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they like to tease each other, but not to the extreme of sunoo, heeseung and sunghoon. usually it's just jake shoving heran and her doing it back until they're going back and forth, falling into doors and stuff until jay breaks it up

| jailey does!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're always listening to music together and recommending songs to each other. they don't even vibe to songs normally, there has to be maximum movement and screaming

"dude, are you listening to this shit!" she'll scream, her hands on her head while he's running laps around the room

"I can't—wait! THAT BEAT DROP!!!"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they steal each other's jewellery like it's nobody's business. heran has quite a collection because she's obsessed with dainty jewellery. they're both tiffany and co ambassadors with sunghoon, so it makes sense

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're always having full-blown photography sessions. the members get so fed up when they're in public and jake and heran stop to take pictures

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they go to the park and play football together, riki as well

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they go to concerts together too. they were practically the main event when bruno mars came to seoul

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they love copying each other's accents

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ stealing each other's phones just to take selfies and make it their wallpapers

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ nicknames

| jake [ jakey ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ there's no special meaning behind this unfortunately, it's just really funny. it happened during a fancall, and sadly for jake it was one of those... and the fan called him "jakey" in what she thought was cute

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ but naurrrr. it became a running joke within the group, especially to heran who was sitting right next to him during that fancall. he tried so hard not to react but she literally rolled off her chair laughing

she'll be monitoring him during a photoshoot. "doesn't jakey look good engenes? oh... now he's biting his lip again, someone throw something at him!"

| heran [ lily ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ there's nothing special about this either. he just heard her mom call her this one time and couldn't foe the life of him let it go

"lily and I went thrifting yesterday, we got some crazy good stuff. seriously, she found this vintage lighting mcqueen t-shirt."

sunghoon + heran [ hoonran ]

duo name : visualz

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ contact names

sunghoon : mirror enthusiast [ he checks his reflection more than he breathes ]

heran : brat noona [ she's younger than him but has the audacity of an older sister ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ it's absolute chaos when these two are together. you'd think that because they're both introverts that it'd be quiet enough to hear a pin drop but noooooo. these mfs don't shut up

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ it all went downhill when heran said that he was "okay looking" during i-land. he tried to bring it up with her and she was like "I said what I said" and he took that shit personal

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're always screaming and for what? when they're together they genuinely can't laugh at a normal volume, it's impossible

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ sunghoon was pretty awkward around her at first because that's just how he is, but that only gave her even more leverage to make fun of him

"I asked you how practice is going for the evaluation, why are you sweating buckets?"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he was so scared of her during i-land because she was super intimidating, and when he got to know her he said he had every right to be. they share everything, I'm talking water bottles, food, clothes, you name it

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran doesn't like the fact that sunghoon is so insecure about himself so she does everything she can to prove him wrong—she's always there when he needs a pick-me up and he does the same for her

| hoonran does!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ sunghoon always gives her piggy back rides, not even willingly. they'll just be walking and she'll run up behind him and jump on his back

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they have these random moments of eye contact where they just stare at each other in silence [ to assert dominance of course ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they jump up and down before performances as a way to get rid of their nerves

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're always poking each other too for some reason

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they give each other back-rubs if one of them isn't feeling well

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ awkward pats on the back

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ nicknames

| sunghoon [ hoon ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ what if I told you that she had this nickname clocked before the rest of the fandom? what if I told you that she was the founder? what if I told you that he told her to call him "hoon" more often?

"hoon! help me, this bag is so heavy!"

"it's literally just three sandwiches... what the hell is your problem?"

| heran [ moonie ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ what if I told you that he actually put so much thought into this nickname? what I told you it's because a fan said that heran reminded them of the sun and he disagreed wholeheartedly? what if I told you that he spent 5 minutes on that fan call telling that engene why heran is the perfect depiction of the moon, because regardless of her dull moments she's still shining?

"do you guys know that moonie doesn't know when to shut up?"

| sunoo + heran [ ranoo ]

duo name : bubblez

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ contact names

sunoo : professional instigator [ he starts shit and then watches from the side ]

heran : braincell thief [ he loses iq points whenever she speaks ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ you know those best friends that are always glaring at each other or side-eyeing when they see something that they're definitely gonna talk about later? yeah, that's them

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ when they met during i-land, sunoo immediately gave heran a hug because he could tell that they were going to be great friends

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're literally partners in crime. they're always ganging up on the members, and bro don't even get me started when they're paired up together for games

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they have a lot of harmless banter but always hug it out

"I'm sorry that I said you do your skincare as if you were preparing for cremation," she'd say.

"and I'm sorry that I said that at least people would come to my funeral."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ sunoo makes sure that heran doesn't compare herself to anyone else, and reminds her that they wouldn't have the group any other way and that without her it wouldn't be the same

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran always tells him that he's just as important as everyone else, and that she'll choke him if he says that he isn't

| ranoo does!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they usually do their skincare together and use it as an excuse to gossip without the members listening

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ whispering to each other from across the room because they can't wait till later

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they share immediate eye contact when they see something they're going to talk about later. seriously, imagine these two at award shows. the fans wanna know what they're talking about! like, share with the class!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ endless eye rolls

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ backhanded comments

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they love going to cafes and restaurants together and try to make it a weekly outing

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're always tackling each other into hugs instead of hugging like normal people

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ nicknames

| sunoo [ noonie ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ blame the aegyo. she lost around on en-o'clock [ which is super rare ] and her punishment was to do aegyo for sunoo. we prefer not to talk about it...

"I love you noonie!"

| heran [ leader-nim ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ during dimension: dilemma era when she was helping them with the choreography it slipped once to tease her. but then dimension: answer hit and this girl had them running in circles before practice, she made them stay after recording sessions, and even directed them for certain shots during music video shoots. jungwon found it hilarious and let sunoo lead with it

"okay, you're doing great but sunoo can you open up your body a bit more?" she'd say during practice and he'd just roll his eyes.

"yes leader-nim. jungwon she's coming for your job, I suggest you put up a fight "

jungwon + heran [ hewon ]

duo name : soulmatez

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ contact names

jungwon : dictator lite™ (loml) [ he's strict with the other members, but let's her get away with everything ]

heran : let bro sleep (loml) [ he's convinced that she runs on 3 hours of sleep ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ them. soulmates. from the second they locked eyes when heran made her entrance into the i-land building. heeseung pointed out that jungwon did taekwondo too and she jokingly raised her fists with the most breathtaking smile he'd ever seen

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ red string theory. heran had won every taekwondo match she's taken part in since the age of 5. but there was one where she tied—and that person she sparred with just happened to be jungwon. she was so upset at the time, they were 14, and they had each other's names on their trophies and everything. then at the end of i-land she ended up tying with someone again—jungwon! YUP!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they were in the same class throughout high-school as well, and jungwon had a thing for her but she didn't know who he was. he was out here secretly trying to give her valentines day gifts before they were even on the survival show, staring at her whenever he could and she was oblivious

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran thinks he's adorable and she loves it when he gets flustered

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they do everything together. they're always looking at each other with so much love and admiration. it makes your heart melt. at first, jungwon was super shy around her, but it didn't take long for them to get comfortable

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they fall into complete comfort just at the sight of each other. it's so cute that it's aggravating

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ jungwon prefers to go to heran for advice because they're the same age, and because he feels like she makes talking about things so much easier. the members say that often when they wake him up, he isn't in his bed and find him passed out in heran's bed

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ at some point heran felt that she was too dependent on jungwon [ she has really bad anxiety ] but he told her that it was the same for him

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're just so wholesome and they're always touching in some way. holding hands, hugging, cuddling, playing with each other's hair, holding pinkies, heran's leg on jungwon's lap, the list goes on

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ you know when your crush says that you look good in something, so you make it your mission to wear it more often? yeah, they're the epitome of that

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran said that jungwon looked really good with necklaces on, like dainty silver chains. HA! this boy makes sure that he's wearing a silver chain just so that she can see. during the dark : blood era it was like she was in heat every time she was around him. bro said that she liked his shoulders, HE MADE IT HIS MISSION TO TAKE HIS JACKET OFF WHENEVER HE COULD!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she started working out a lot at some point to release stress, he saw how toned her arms were and said, "if I had arms like that I'd never wear a shirt". ha ha ha!! she only wears black spaghetti straps at home now. there was a moment on live that fans constantly talk about, it was during the time when heran only wore baggier clothes, she lifted her arms and her stomach showed. MY BOY WAS SWEATING BULLETS!! engenes were going crazy but he was going CRAZIER!! so to tease him every so often she'll "casually" lift her shirt with the excuse that it's too hot outside

| hewon does!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ skin ship. skin ship. skin ship.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they have just dance battles when they're free or have time off

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ late night walks. it started a few months after border : carnival where they'd go out to the park, but then it became routine

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ sharing airpods hehe

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they love love loveeee making playlists for each other! it's actually heran's love language, seeing as she's such a music fanatic.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran's playlist for jungwon—my won and only

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ jungwon's playlist for heran—that feeling when : heran

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're always falling asleep on each other too, which is normal

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ separation anxiety. not even in a cute way. nah they genuinely start tweaking if they're away from the other for too long

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they have reassuring hand squeezes because they're wholesome like that

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they have matching necklaces!! because of heran's tiffany and co ambassadorship, they gifted the group some custom necklaces with their initials BUT she has jungwon's and he has hers

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she is obsessed with his dimples!! she loves poking them and just telling him how cute they are

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they have a handshake. of course they have one ugh. they do it before performances, and it's the most disgustingly cute thing ever.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they have inside jokes galore to the point where you just have to let them have their moment and accept the fact that nobody else matters to them

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ nicknames

| jungwon [ wonie ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ nothing much behind this besides the fact that it's cute. it had a nice ring to it and she grew rather attached to it

"wonie, baby, what the hell are you doing?"

| heran [ rannie, angel ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he wanted them to have matching nicknames that's all. and he preferres to call hers a "term of endearment" because it means that there was more love behind it

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he calls her angel because... because you need to experience it for yourself. this isn't even a plug for the book, it's a, "you just had to be there" moment, okay! no amount of explanation can do it justice

she'll just be doing the bare minimum for real. even before they were officially a couple, like compliment him or give him something. and he'd say, "thank you, angel." RAHHHH!

riki + heran [ heri ]

duo name : troublez

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ contact names

riki : nonchalant demon child [ no explanation needed ]

heran: 5'7 but scary [ self explanatory ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ baby 1 and baby 2, but only around evah other. out of all the boys during i-land, riki was the only trainee that she willingly approached. he was super confused when she started speaking to him in japanese—he started looking around the room in complete panic. but when she complimented him the second time, he managed to respond

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ despite only being a year apart, they have their dynamic where they're always making fun of everyone and laughing at their own memes and videos

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran is the number 1 riki protector and always makes sure that he's okay whether it be in public or at the dorm. they're always taking pictures together and were dubbed the 'photography duo' because they're usually in charge of taking the pictures that get uploaded on social media

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he's still young so she tries her best with him, mothering him and whatnot. jungwon is borderline jealous of him for this and riki loves to tease him, especially during vlives, he'll go over to heran and put his head on her shoulder and she'll start to play with his hair and riki will just give the most diabolical laugh known to man

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he can't pull his nonchalant act with her. it doesn't fucking work! he'll try to be all mysterious and shit and she'll look at him and bro is GONE.

she made a point about it and was like, "I remember when you used to beg me to let you sleep on my bed. now you don't even want to sit with me."

he was like pfffft as if. "I'm not 16 anymore so yeah I guess."

SHE STARTED TWEAKING. "oh? so you don't love me anymore? just say so! no need to act all tough you big baby."

he left the room but he felt SO BADDD!! two minutes later he's back with his pillow, telling her to move over. she's like hmmm suspicious but let's him because she's a wonderful person. NONCHALANT MY ASS! THIS MF HIT HER WITH THE "wow, so you're not going to hold me? I should be asking you if you even love me anymore."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're called troublez for a reason. if any of the members would be criminals, it'd be them

| heri does!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ just like her and heeseung do karaoke lives every two weeks, her and riki do dance jam lives

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they love choreographing together. and since heran is the group's dance leader, she tries to include riki as much as possible because he deserves it. she's always asking for his opinions and ideas

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they play rock paper scissors to decide everything. and when I say everything, I mean EVERYTHING. the most noticeable case is during award show speeches. usually riki will say something for the japanese fans because he's JAPANASE! but he hates speaking bruh so he'll ask heran to fight it out with him. imagine, the members are standing professionally while jungwon is delivering his speech and these two mfs are fighting it out at the back! playing rock paper scissors as if it were a life or death situation, nearly breaking out into an argument ON STAGE

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they often go sightseeing together. when they're on tour or shooting something then they'll be the first members to leave the hotel

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran calls him "cutie" when he was a teenager he was okay with it and then once again the nonchalant epidemic changed things. he gets soooo flustered

"hey cutie. are you ready for your solo shoot?" she'll ask causally and he'd just let out the biggest sigh ever and nod, avoiding eye contact. "aw he's shy. engenes, riki's shyyyy."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're always analysing their performances and dance practices together. they'll stay after practice to go over everything with their performance director

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ when he's tired, riki will straight up just flop down on her. she'd just be relaxing and he'd lay on top of her, silently hoping that she'd get the hint and run her fingers through his hair

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he spends quite a bit of time in heran's studio to watch her. he'll make himself comfortable on her couch, with some pillows and snacks and just listen to her work. he loves the atmosphere

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she's the first person he goes to when he has a question

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ riki always has an idea for heran. he'll go to her and drop the craziest idea for a song with the most honest look in his eyes. "noona, hear me out." she listens to him of course and appreciates his creativity but wtf are "power rangers with robot dinosaurs in space" supposed to sound like?

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ nicknames

| riki [ ki ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ don't be fooled by how cute this is, she has an entire list of names she'd call him just to clown him. rikster, riki minaj, riko—but to be nice she'll stick to ki because it's more socially acceptable

"ki, can you stay after practice for a bit please? I need your help with something."

| heran [ sensei-noona ]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ I wish this was a joke. he said that heran is practically his mentor, and has taught him so much and therefore pulled the 'sensei' card, but for the life of him, he couldn't drop the honorifics

"I've been going to the gym with noona a lot recently. she's been helping me, sensei-noona is a workout pro."