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liliannadelaphinehartifelt · 7 months

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Helloo!

Idk if you take requests , but could you maybe write a fic with Human!Alastor and male!reader where reader exaggerates his whole personality to comply with everyone else and is easily exhausted from it and Alastor "relaxses" reader in that way ?

Thank you in advance and have a good day !

Alastor - [ MASQUERADE ]

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A/N: This request really made me brainstorm but I've decided to break it into 2 parts. I hope you'll enjoy it! As always kindly lmk the artist of the fanart so I can tag them and give proper credit! ❤️

WARNINGS: [ SLIGHT NSFW ] + [ MDNI ] + [ SUGGESTIVE THEMES ] + [ MALE READER ] + [ FLUFF…if you squint ]

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“You're on air in ten minutes, Y/n. Pick it up before the host gets restless!”

Your so-called manager barked from the dressing room doorway, giving one last glare your way before strutting off, grumbling a string of curses you'd learned to ignore.

“Asshole…” you scoffed, turning back to the striped mirror of your vanity; the large bulbs that lit it gave enough light in the old stuffy backstage space, illuminating every detail of your appearance.

Not one thing could be out of place.

You wouldn't allow it, committed to your role as a rising preformer in the golden age of the stage, and conditioned to perfectionist standards from years of tribulations

Suffering behind a practiced smile won you your stardom. The ambiguous beauty you possessed helped immensely in your success on the silver screen, but the truest contributor to your fame was appeal.

Humourous, intellectual, but most crucial, sex appeal.

That's what kept your admires enthralled, permanently put you in the limelight from the start, and inevitably earned you considerable amounts of money.

You weren't opposed to being called a child of Dionysus himself, envied by those who wanted you. Still, the burden of putting on a show for everyone every day without giving them a glimpse of your faults was excruciating.

Yet, you chose the burden over sulking in the darkness, remaining among the ordinary when you so clearly had the makings of a star, and your status of high popularity among the masses was proof of it.

So be it if your cheeks ached from smiling at frivolous fans that your laugh sounded less like your own the more you forced it, that flirtations of others felt like empty praises, or that every project you agreed to felt less and less stimulating.

So fucking be it.

Fame is fickle; you knew this all too well, but your existence felt meaningless without it.

Empty.

All the world's riches, the undivided favor you garnered from the public, and the sparkling awards cluttered your penthouse display shelves…

Even with all that at your fingertips, you had yet to feel seen…

Seen and truly adored.

“Two fucking minutes! Get your ass in position. This interview is being broadcast live, remember?” your manager harped at you from the hall, causing you to grunt in frustration before yelling back, “Would you shut your trap?! Fucking hell…I'm coming!”

You set aside the whiskey glass in your left hand, ran your right through your recently styled hair, and checked your reflection one last time.

“It's only a radio show. One little interview and you can go home and get black-out drunk…” the idea of spending some much-deserved time alone after running around doing a press tour brought a sad smile to your face as you stood and exited the dim room.

This would be your last stop, an interview with Louisiana’s prided radio host, and the last person you'd need to put a show on for before returning home.

“Finally…” your manager grumbled as you stepped into the hall, giving you a once over as the two of you strolled down the hall towards the host recording area, “Don't fuck this up. People say this ones a real talker and can make or break ya..” he mumbled begrudgingly.

You paid his incessant pestering no mind, flashing him a suave smile as you both stopped before a heavy door, “Don't tell me you're starting to care about my reputation now? Thought you only saw me as a nice money grab…”

Your smile grew as laughter bubled in your chest, seeing the other slowly become agitated at your backhanded comments.

“Why, you little-”

“Oh, don't be rude, sir. You'll spoil my good mood, and god knows sour spirits bring bad luck,” you smirked, enjoying the scrunch of his nose as his expression reflected his true nature, but before he could snap, you pushed the door open and slipped into the soundproofed station room.

What a fucking pain he is…

You cursed the raging man outside, sighing softly as the sound of jazz lingered through the air and the smell of freshly brewed coffee mixed with a distinct cologne engulfed you.

The space felt and looked inviting, relaxing even, but what caught your attention was the man who occupied it.

He sat in a desk chair across the small room, facing a table full of controls and a mic to match. His face was lowered from the device, glasses resting comfortably on the bridge of his nose as he stared at what you assumed was a script for your conversation with him, but the simmering amazement overtook your curiosity about the paper he held you felt hearing him hum along to the song he was airing.

You didn't dare move an inch closer, satisfied with watching and listening to him from afar, oddly entrapped by the silent allure he cast.

It was no mystery that people loved the sound of his voice. You'd be fooling yourself if you said you hadn't found his commentary enchanting, but looking at him in the flesh, you were sure he'd flourish on the silver screen like no other.

He could indeed win the eyes of many…

Yours especially, and to some degree, he had already, but you hesitated to admit it even as he turned to face you.

Oh…. he is a beauty, that's for sure…

That was the singular thought in your mind as he smiled, standing from his seat before approaching you with all the confidence you'd merely portrayed.

“Hello there. You must be Y/n L/n. I'm Alastor Hartifelt. It's a pleasure to meet you, my friend!”

His voice was as smooth, melting into the background melodies inexplicably, and your heart lightened immensely as he held out a hand for you to shake.

“The..the pleasure is all mine, Mr. Hartifelt..” you inwardly scolded your delayed greeting, losing track of your practiced charm relatively quickly in his grasp. Still, in seconds, you recovered from the blunder while returning his smile.

Alastor took you in with a glance up and down your figure, cataloging every detail of your appearance out of habit, but when his gaze met yours, one thought crossed his perceptive mind.

Longing?

How curious…

You hid the familiar emotion well; seeing past the veil of contentment wasn't tricky, and though he was tempted to bring it forth.

You two shook hands briefly but firmly. Alastor stepped back, gliding his hand out to mention towards the recording station. “Come, have a seat, and please call me Alastor. We will be on air after all; formalities aren't necessary for an engaging broadcast.” His smile grew, emitting an unearthly kindness as you nodded in understanding before sitting in the chair opposite his.

“You make an excellent point, Alastor. I hope we enjoy each other's company.” You chuckle softly, feeling a tad nervous for a reason unknown but genuinely harboring a rise in excitement, hearing him respond promptly.

“I have no doubt we will…” Alastor muses more to himself, a delicate edge to his voice as he trailed behind you, and a certain twinge of intrigue rattled your spine at the implication.

For the first time in a long time, you weren't dreading the inclinations of your fame, gradually succumbing to the sparks of joy Alastor evoked with the most straightforward words and becoming surer of the fact as he took his seat next to you.

“Shall we begin?” he implies cheekily, and you reply in a quick, witty fashion, “We shall.”

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“Care for a drink, my friend? I believe we’ve earned ourselves a cold glass of whiskey… that is, If your evening is unreserved.” Alastor made the offer moments after switching your respective microphones off, quickly arranging the recording panel to a specific setting as he listened for your response.

Your mouth moved quicker than your mind; a distinct rush overtook at the thought of spending more time with the charismatic radio host, “I'd be delighted to join you. I must agree that our interview went quite well. It's rare to have an easy conversation with a stranger these days..”

Alastor raised a brow, sparing you a glance as he finished sliding keys and flicking switches into place to keep a calming stream of music lingering in his broadcast, “So, I'm still a stranger to you?… My, and I thought we were getting on so well…“

He spurs you casually, an air of hurt in his expression, and it stuns you, causing a red hue to rise on your cheeks, “Th-that's not at all what I meant, Alastor…” Your lower head twinges of embarrassment staining your consciousness, and for the third time that evening, Alastor had chipped away at your charm.

He enjoyed it….

Seeing you falter and conform to his standards, though you didn't need to, at any time, you could've remained indifferent to him and taken your leave the moment he shut your mic off, but you remained.

Solely because you'd grown attached to him or the defect he had on you.

Humbling, genuine understanding, but above all else, validation.

“My dear, I am only poking fun. I take no offense to your words, and I hope you'll grant me the same courtesy!” Alastor reached for you, thumb and forefinger slipping under your chin to lift it, and you obeyed his gesture with a soft smile. “Oh…I…”

You paused, swallowing thickly as he raised himself from the chair, head lowered toward yours as he stood above you.

Had he always been so tall?

So brooding?

You weren't entirely sure, but your heart raced, every nerve in your body tingled with anticipation as if you were a deer caught in his headlights, but you couldn't retreat or evade him.

“You what?..” Alastor cooed quietly, chocolate eyes on fire with an emotion you'd long forgotten but returned subconsciously.

Control.

You needed to be back in control, or the next breath between you two might lead to something…

Your mind played scenario after scenario, beginning to short circuit as he peered down at you, lips only inches from yours, and his other hand reaching to caress your cheek. His touch is searing, warmer than those you'd felt before, intentional, and your entire being buzzed in his grasp as if in a drunken stupor.

He was dangerous… able to tear through your facade easily, which was terrifying.

Polarizing.

Don't let him get any closer…

Keep him at a distance…

You've only just met him...

Warnings rang in your head, but your eyes lowered to his lips, and your voice remained quiet as you responded to his question.

“I" 'd like to have that drink before the night ends. Wouldn't you?"With a gentle nudge of your head and a soft laugh, you draw away from Alastor's touch. The space between you increases, and the ability to breathe becomes less strenuous as you stand to your feet, collecting your overcoat before slipping it on, "I'm not familiar with the city yet, so I'll leave it to you to show me around." The chipper in your tone amuses Alastor; you'd perfected the art of illusion so well that in the clutches of what some might consider an intimate moment, you balked and reclaimed sensibility like it never occurred, though you wished for it to carry on further.

He'd met and spoken to his fair share of actors, learned their ticks and telling habits, and used it against them when he saw benefit in toying with them.

However, being able to see right through you evoked another motive for the host, and he dared to think it was mutual.

"Well, I'd be honored to show you the ins and outs of this lively town I call home so long as you promise to keep up," Alastor retrieves his coat, a heavy jet black trench withered accents paired with matching hat, stylish in all the right ways -presumably warm to be in. Still, you were sure if he ventured into the night dressed like that, any stranger would fear him.

They had good reason to, but you didn't need to know why.

Not yet…

With a coy smile, you followed Alastor out of the station, matching his strides as he paved the way to a nearby speakeasy, "You'll find it quite entertaining, my friend. Few visit at this hour, but my dear Mimzy puts on a vine show regardless!" Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of Alastor being infatuated with another, for what reason you weren't sure, but your disappointment flashed clear in your eyes that he took it upon himself to clarify his remark.

"She is an old and loyal acquaintance. Nothing more. Nothing less."

You perked up at the explanation, face burning with a blush as you raised both hands to dissuade his interpretation of your expression, "I understand. You needn't explain anything to me-"

Alastor halted in his tracks, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he peered at you curiously, "Hm, so you did assume we were something to begin with?..."

Shit, was I that obvious?...

"Not at all..." you lie, as calm as ever but internally conflicted.

How could he go about messing with you so boldly?..

And why did it excite you?..

"Your eyes say otherwise, my friend..." he counters your nervous reply with a smug smirk, beginning to walk off as if he wasn't toying with your head, "My eyes?..." you whisper in response.

"They are the doorway to the soul...I've learned to walk through said doors, and you, my dear, hide a lot of fears behind them." Alastor chuckles, ears tingling as you reclaim your spot at his upon reaching your destination. Still, you're less concerned with the dark alley lit with a singular neon sign situated above a heavy lead door and more worried about what he is implying regarding your emotions.

Who was he to know anything?

Sure, he was pleasant to be around, an avid intellectual with a knack for continuing conversation with you, and you had no reason to believe he'd been faking his friendliness to you from the start...

That still gave him no right analyzing you, prod at your exterior with more confidence than necessary, and you intended to let him know it.

A glare beset your expression, mouth open to speak, but you weren't allowed to do so as the lead door swung open.

Alastor guided you close to his side as a gaggle of patrons spilled from the doorway, ranting and raving about the time they had inside. Their rowdy behavior irked him, but you did not comment on the matter as he placed a hand on your back to lead you inside after their dysfunctional departure.

“Drunken idiots,” he mumbled begrudgingly, and for the first time you'd seen the radio host truly bothered. He'd been so composed during your interview, inviting and flirtatious on and off the air, so getting a glimpse of his annoyed state felt like a treat.

At least you knew he had flaws, insignificant but telling ones.

“Um. Alastor, you can..” you paused, unsure if you wanted to let him know he was still holding onto your waist as he led you inside the dim speakeasy. Alastor hummed, irritation gone, and his coy smile widening as you shuffled alongside him. “Y-you can let me go now.”

“Oh, nonsense, my dear! I wouldn't want you to run into unsavory characters like the ones that just passed..”

He quickly navigated the lingering crowd, clearly familiar with the club's layout, and you marbled at its unique atmosphere as he led you through it. “I can handle myself, Alastor,” you tried again to reason, but Alastor was quick to give a response as he ushered you to sit at an unoccupied lounge chair complete with a table and lamp.

“I'm sure you can but I'm rather fond of keeping you close.” He sat next to you after setting his coat and hat aside.

What did he mean by that?..

“How selfish of you,” you feigned disappointment as he shifted to face you with a soft chuckle leaving his lips, “Would you be so kind as to forgive my greed for your attention?” Alastor stares you down, noting how you bite your lip, another nervous tick you'd yet to disregard in his presence. “I'll consider it if you buy me a drink or two..”

The suggestion was meant to sound confident, unmothered by the mounting pressure in your chest, but it came out breathless. You were sure that you'd mastered the art of indiffenece, permanently established a mask of charm, but as much as you wished to maintain the certainty…

Alastair disproved it with little more than a gesture or equally compelling word.

It was unsettling, intoxicating too, but undeniably riveting.

“A small price to pay,” he mumbled, eyes lowering to your lips as you laughed softly and leaned back to admire the other patrons roaming or dancing around. “I never said I was cheap..” you taste him, gaze drifting to him as he shifted closer. You wanted to jump out of your skin as his arm came to rest behind you, head lulling to ward your cheek as he breathed into your ear. The resulting warmth made you shiver, quickening your breaths, and your body tingled with intrigue.

“No…” Alastor affirmed your jest, free hand raising your chin, tilting your head to face him as he continued, “…but you are desperate to be loved. One might say that's just as inappropriate, mon Cher..”

His tone dripped with condensation, a sensual purr loud enough to drown out the jazz and chatter surrounding you, and for a moment, he was all you could comprehend.

You should've felt angry, unsettled even, but his words struck a more profound emotion.

Comfort.

You weren't crazy, a constant wonder for the masses to marvel at and never care about.

Alastor could see you.

He wanted to…

“And so what if I am? Why would it concern you?..” there was no harsh undertone to your question, and it earned a sultry hum of amusement from him. “You've interested me, so I must not ignore your charade. I'm partial to the truth of a person, and you, my dear, abandon it in the hopes of success..”

Spot on.

It is shamelessly hurtful but direct nonetheless.

You clicked your tongue dismissively, attempting to turn your head away from his grasp, but Alastor held you tighter.

A glare crossed your face at the brushing grip he established, but a pool of excitement rushed to your crotch as well.

“I'm not one of your scripts to read, Alastor..” you scoff, rolling your eyes to make your point clear, but he isn't affected by the arrogant gesture.

“My apologies if it seems that way, but my intention to know you, inside and out, is purely innocent...”

“I find that hard to believe…” you retort, very aware of the minimal space between you two, and it became harder to focus on anything else but his soft lips that were stretched thin into a smile.

God, I was doomed from the beginning… you think to yourself as you laugh at your shameless line of sight. “Believe what you wish, my friend, but I enjoy being the object of affection..”

“That's inappropriate to suggest,” you mutter, face burning with blush and your hands raising to grip his wrist and collar. Alastor hummed, amused by your denial, “Mm, I suppose it is…would you like another apology?”

You shake your head, tugging him in by the collar of his shirt, eyes lifting to his, full of determination, “A kiss will do just fine…”

He holds your gaze, checking for mockery, but there is none. “That's the first honest thing you've said all night, mon cher,” Alastor points out in a hushed tone, lowering his head to place a slow kiss on your lips as they pull into a satisfied smile.

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I rewatched Heartstopper for this. Was it helpful? Yes. Did it make me cry harder than the first time I watched it? Also, yes. Will I forever love that show?… (yes). Again, this is just part 1! The second half is being drafted. Please look forward to it. I'm not sure it'll include smut…but I'll debate on that later.

[ BONUS CONTENT + ]

He's so cheekyyyy but I love him for it hehe like he’s just the right amount of ‘cocky asshole’ ya know? ❤️ credit to creator!

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all-about-kyu · 8 months

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Summary: Your boyfriend misses you while on tour. Pairing: Mingyu x fem!reader Tropes: idol au, established relationship au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: sexts, lingerie, praise kink, cybersex, masturbation (m & f), pet names Word Count: 1,502 Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye February Filth Masterlist Before You Interact

Listen to ♡ Text Me by DPR Live

Mingyu loves touring. Seeing Carats and the world with his members makes him beyond happy. What could make him even happier was if you could come with them on these tours. But, between your job not being remote and the possibility of getting caught by the press or fans, you couldn’t. Normally, on tours, they share rooms. For once, Mingyu was granted a solo room for the entire tour. Of course, he took full advantage of it. After every concert, he calls you and chats while you do whatever it is you need to do. Luckily, they’re in a country that isn’t in the opposite timezone to home. It’s hardly noon back home, but it’s also a weekend, so he knows he won’t be disturbing you for his post-concert call.

He doesn’t even bother properly getting dressed after his shower. His hair is still mostly wet and dripping onto his shoulders. He’s clad in only pajama pants that hang low on his hips. Part of him is severely exhausted after a long night of performing, but he’ll never forget to call you before he falls asleep for the night. He flops down onto his bed, not even getting under the covers. Navigating his way to your text thread, his eyebrows furrow, noticing he has an unopened message from you. Instantly he can feel his cock growing hard in his pants. You had sent him a picture of yourself wearing lingerie. It’s a teddy bear set he’s never seen before. You’re perched on your bed with the sun shining on your body. Your hands are pressed against the mattress as you sit back on your heels, exemplifying the arch of your back.

Fuck.

Before he can think any harder, he presses the FaceTime button and waits for you to pick up the call. It only takes a few rings before you answer. You’re curled up in bed, comfy as can be. He absent-mindedly palms himself, hoping to alleviate at least some of the arousal he’s experiencing.

“Hi, baby, how was the concert?”

Mingyu can’t form an intelligent thought at the moment. His mind is still fixated on the picture you sent him without forewarning. You furrow your eyebrows together, confused as to why your boyfriend isn’t responding to you.

“Mingyu?”

“Huh?” He breaks from his stupor, “Sorry, I’m a bit… lost in my head.”

“Is this cause of the picture I sent you?” You tease.

“Why would you do that knowing I can’t be there to praise you and make you feel good?” He groans.

“I miss you, Gyu.” You pout.

Mingyu groans again, “I miss you too, baby, fuck– I miss you so much.”

You finally notice the subtle movement of his arm that isn’t holding his phone up. Though they aren’t terribly noticeable, you know exactly what he’s up to.

“Kim Mingyu,” you gasp, half teasingly, “Are you trying to get off right now? I’m trying to ask you about your day, and you’re too horny to handle yourself?”

“Fuck– sorry baby, I can’t help it. You look so fucking beautiful in that picture, and I can’t stop thinking about it.”

You pull your lip between your teeth before shifting in bed. Mingyu can barely see the strap of the lingerie still on your body. If he was horny before, now he’s fucking feral. His eyes darken, and he tilts his chin up a little bit. The sight of it, even over a video call, makes you press your thighs together.

“You’re still wearing it? Your lingerie, I mean.” He questions. You nod in return. “Let me see my pretty girl.”

You shift and prop your phone up against the pillows while you move to sit on your feet toward the end of the bed. Another low groan escapes Mingyu’s lips over the phone, making you rub your legs together, hoping to relieve yourself a little.

“Do you like it?”

“I fucking love it, baby.”

You looked so good tonight, by the way.” You admit, “I went on Twitter and watched some videos… It made me think a lot.”

Now, Mingyu is shamelessly touching himself. Still, you can’t see it. You can only see the way his pecs flex, and his arm moves methodically and rhythmically.

“What were you thinking about, baby?”

“You always fuck me so good.” You start, “Watching you roll your hips and thrust just sent me back to the night before you left. You fucked me so hard, then. I was completely brainless by the time we went to bed.”

Mingyu chuckles, a smirk lightly touching his lips. “You sounded brainless, too, baby. So fucking pretty and stupid on my cock, like always. Are you just as desperate as me right now, baby?”

You nod furiously, “I wanna see you.”

“You are seeing me, princess. Did you wanna see my cock?”

“Please, Mingyu, I wanna watch.”

Mingyu sets up a few pillows and props his phone up against them. You can see the majority of his upper legs all the way up to his still-damp hair. His pants are pulled down just enough to let his cock out. The sight of his hand wrapped around his thick cock sends your mind down several debauched paths at once.

“Go get one of your toys, princess.” He instructs, slowly fisting his cock, “I wanna see you get off, too.”

You scramble off the bed to dig through your side table to find one of your dildos closest to your boyfriend’s size. When you climb back onto the bed, you’ve already discarded your panties somewhere on the floor beside the bed. You don’t even wait for Mingyu to comment before you’re sinking down onto the sizable toy. Small whimpers escape your lips as you take the toy inch by inch. You start riding the toy at the same pace Mingyu fists his cock.

“Baby, fuck– why couldn’t you- I was watching a video we took before I left for the tour a few nights ago and– goddamn… I’d do anything to be wrapped up in your pretty pussy right now.”

Mingyu’s words only encourage you to start riding your toy harder. Mingyu speeds up his hand to match the speed you ride the toy. You’re dripping on the sheets below you as you fuck yourself on the dildo. Every thought is about your boyfriend and how desperately you wish you were there with him physically.

“Gyu, I–” you cut yourself off with a moan, “I need you so bad, please!”

“Fuck, princess, I know. I need you just as bad. I couldn’t get home sooner.”

You lean forward and bounce even harder on the toy. Your tits bounce with each moment. Mingyu lets out an appreciative moan. Each time, you lift yourself until the tip is barely seated inside you still before dropping down to the base again. Mingyu fists his cock so quickly that his balls bounce with each stroke. His head is thrown back, listening to each sweet noise you make.

“Gonna– fuck! Mingyu!” You moan loudly.

“You about to cum baby?” He asks, voice raspy.

“Please? Mingyu, please! I need it, please!” You beg shamelessly.

Mingyu smirks again, “You sound so pretty when you beg, princess. Go on, cum all over that toy like it’s my cock.”

That’s all it takes for your walls to flutter around the toy and your thighs to shake as your high takes over your body. Your head is bowed forward due to the intensity of your orgasm. Mingyu’s moans grow more broken and frequent than they already were.

You hardly look at the screen again through the veil of your hair before Mingyu cums across his stomach and chest. He continues to pump himself slowly as he comes down from his high again. You had already wiped down your toy with a sanitary wipe and curled up under the blankets when he opened his eyes again and smirked at you.

“You alright, princess?” He questions.

You nod sleepily, “I think I need a post-orgasm nap.”

“Yeah? I can’t blame you for that. Why don’t you take off the rest of that pretty lingerie and get comfy clothes on? I’ll stay on the call until you fall asleep.”

You smile, “Aren’t you tired, Gyu?”

A tired smile grows on his face, “Never too tired for you.”

You feel heat rush to your face before you climb out of bed to change into one of Mingyu’s hoodies and a pair of lounge shorts. When you return to your phone, Mingyu has cleaned himself up and gotten comfortable in bed as well. Once you get comfortable again, you chat sleepily with your boyfriend until your eyes grow heavy. You don’t realize your words trail off until you wake up for a split moment to see Mingyu is fast asleep and snoring. You can’t bring yourself to end the call. Maybe just for tonight, you’ll sleep like this with him on call. Though you know you’ll want this every night he’s away from now on.

Networks: @cultofdionysusnet @kwritersworld @k-vanity

Tag List: @bratty-tingz @yeosangiess @minjaeluver @abbietwilight

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littlemissmasokitten · 28 days

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Welcome to the After Show Part 1

Pairing: Christian Yu x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut (Minors DNI), Exclusive Situationship, Light Conflict w/ Healthy Communication

Synopsis: Christian Yu, or better known as the workaholic DPR IAN, and you are in a situationship only prevented from being more due to his heavy workload, otherwise, you two absolutely adore each other. Now with the first portion of his tour handled, he's more than ready to give you the attention you've both been needing.

Content Warning: Smut, pet names (Darling, Princess, Baby), LOTS of preface, L-bomb (More on the sweet side, curse my Asexuality), light fingering, nibbling, marking, nipples (lightly mentioned), open-ended.

Ngl, was supposed to have more smut but I got writer's block bad and I just want to throw this out into the world already. BE FREE!

Networks: @othersideoutlawsnetwork

It had been a short while since the last time Christian had toured and yet so much has changed since then. Even though you hadn’t the chance to be by his side back then, you were proud to be here for him now.

Your relationship had been kept a secret and held a bit ambiguous for some time but everyone on the team knew something was going on between you two. All the times you left his recording studio looking more disheveled than the last but the rumors still held true. The only thing Christian loved more than your body was the art he was creating day in and day out.

Even while you’d wished for your relationship to become something more, you continued to sit back, silently admiring his sleepless nights. You lived for the odd hours he’d wake you with a gentle caress of your face, happily presenting the 4-5 samples he’d created over the last hour you’d been asleep. He always worked so diligently and reliably. Being woken by him was always a treat in itself though his diligence not only shone in his work but in the way he’d treated you as well. He was always certain to reward you for your patience and that was more than enough for you.

The coming days of the Seoul concert were busier than ever. You’d honestly expected he’d disappear off into his own world so you were surprised when he brought over matching luggage cases and invited you along to South Korea with him. Even though you’d only be able to stay in his Seoul apartment while he worked, it was a refreshing change of scenery and felt like a good use of your vacation time. You cozied up in his bed with a book or two and a bit of tea, staying up a little late into the night just to see him stumble in after a long day and hold him close until you fell asleep in each other's arms.

Everyone knew the first day of the concert would be hectic so you stayed behind. Despite the way he stumbled into the apartment after the fact, worn and exhausted, his eyes lit up telling you every little detail of the event and how much it warmed his heart getting to see "the lovely Dreamers" once again. In a moment, he clutched your hands in his and he begged you sweetly to tag along for his second performance the following day. Despite your initial hesitance toward the potential of being spotted, you agreed under the condition of staying in a secluded backstage waiting room.

Now here you are as you promised you would be. The quiet room with a few snacks and beverages, a couch, a chair, and the greyest walls imaginable. It was moments like this that made you wonder if it was really okay to continue living this way. You opened your phone for the Nth time only to see fancam after fancam of his performances taking over your social feeds. A lighthearted sigh leaves your lips when you see him tying a bow on his head. “He’s so precious, of course this was all worth it”.

As the words leave your lips, you hear a light knock on the door. You eagerly sit up, a twinkle in your eyes. “Yeah?~” The door creaks open with Christian peeking before sneaking in and closing the door shut. You make your way up and both run into each other's arms once again. “Darling, it must get tiring to always be waiting on me like this but I can promise you…” he leans in, tucking your hair behind your ear to softly whisper against it “I’ve been waiting to get to you just as much as you’ve waited on me”. As each word gently falls upon you, your senses become enveloped by him.

The softness of his words tickling your ears.

The way his body fits perfectly against yours.

The scent of his sweat infused with the woody cologne he’d put on before the performance.

The sight of his stage makeup drying after running down his face.

By all means, he should be exhausted like any other day but the twinkle in his eyes as he looks down at you says everything you’d needed to hear.

In a moment, your lips are on his, your fingertips tracing up his shoulders to the dampened back of his neck. He gently caresses the small of your back as you exchange feelings for each other with actions alone. Between the heavenly plush of his lips, the delicateness of your tongues just barely swiping between desperate kisses, and warmth of your breaths colliding, what was meant to be a moment of understanding was rapidly spiraling into a familiar deep desire.

A breathy moan escapes your lips and he takes it as an opportunity to graze your tongue with his. As quickly as you get a taste, his mouth leave yours and relocates to the base of your neck, one hand reaching up, tangling into your hair as he ever so softly marks you. “You taste delicious, Darling. I'm so lucky to have all this right here waiting all for me". He guides you back against the arm of the couch and mumbles against your skin "Now, let me show you proper just how I appreciate you, Darling".

With a small whine of acceptance, he guides you to lean back, his hand giving your thigh a squeeze, thumb rubbing at the soft plush of your thigh. He presses kisses down your chest, only stopping to mouth over the peak of your nipple, clearly protruding beneath your thin t-shirt.

You loved the way it felt how he touched you, the butterflies in your stomach when he'd give in and spoil you with endless affection. But as his hand crept up your thigh, so had your feelings. "Christian..." you held his hand in place, causing him to look up to you once again. "What is it, Darling? Is something wrong?"

You swallowed hard and stayed quiet a moment before responding, averting his gaze. "I don't love the way things are ambiguous between us. Sometimes... I wish..." your words trail off.

"I love you, y/n. No doubt about that in my heart" he softly carresses your face. "You've stayed beside me through my best and worst days, you've held on through my busiest months and have been the anchor and breath of fresh air I needed in the times between. If 'official' is what you want, I'm more than ready to give it to you."

Your eyes widened, "Do... do you really mean it?" you say in a near hushed whisper. He kisses you softly, slowly deepening the kiss, one arm snaking around you before leaning back to whisper against your lips. "More than anything, Princess. If it helps..." his free hand rides the rest of the way up your thigh, rubbing your heat through your leggings, a finger slipping between your folds "be as loud as you'd like now and we'll explain later."

Your breath hikes in a damn near squeak, only needing to see you eagerly nodding before he returns to ravaging your mouth once again. A second finger slipping between and you'd swear on your life the next day if asked that his fingers had never felt thicker. He nibbles your lip as his finger teases your hole through the leggings. You give a small yelp, to which he kisses your lip all better.

"Don't get shy on me now, Baby. Lets lay you down this couch and I'll give you good reason to be loud."

The lingering time between you and the couch is spent up in a blind tango, your lips endlessly caressing each other's. Even as he sits you down and leans you back, his body only casts over yours the whole while. You pull him down closer by the loose hanging fabric of his shirt, yearning for him more desperately.

"Is my pretty girl already so needy? Well darling, I'm more than happy to oblige". He props himself up on one arm, looking deep into your impatient doe eyes, his free hand brushing between your thighs, taking in the sight of you trembling with your breathy, half-lidded gaze. His fingers brush past your clothed core before snaking their way down your waistband and teasing your dampened folds. Your hips buck up for more but he raises his fingers away, kissing you deeply as he settles your hips back down.

"ah ah~, no moving for you, darling..." he leans and whispers deeply "I've got you."

Part 2 Continued: Here

#christian yu #dpr ian #dpr ian x reader #christian yu x reader #smut #fanfic #writing #x reader #x y/n #y/n #yu barom #situationship #romance #relationship #other side outlaws network

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bro-atz · 3 months

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park seonghwa masterlist:

note: this should be a given, but with any of my smuts, minors dni

safe for work:

♤ cherry blossom — fluff (flower garden series) seonghwa wants to take you on an animal crossing date under the cherry blossom trees. ♤ mesmerized by you — suggestive seonghwa's got the biggest crush on you, the tour manager. ♤ sleeping? spooning? seonghwa? — fluff; headcanon ♤ take out — fluff (1k event) you get mad at your roommate for forgetting to feed and water himself properly.

not safe for work:

♤ assassin!seonghwa: ♤ dancing with the devil — smut, angst (pt. 1) someone wants you eliminate you from this world, and they hire seonghwa to do it. ♤ succumbing to the angel — smut (pt. 2) seonghwa's newest client saved your life because the client has a new target for him.

♤ sub!hwa/dominatrix!reader: ♤ safe word: evergreen — ivy — smut (pt. 1) seonghwa wants to try something he's never done before, and luckily for you, you're just the person that can help.

♤ being sensual in the dark — smut (bsitd series) you go with your friend to a club to meet her fling and his friends, one of his friends grabbing your attention almost immediately. ♤ breakfast in bed — smut you gotta get up and go to work, but seonghwa has something else in mind. ♤ bug bites — smut (1k event) seonghwa's pissed as hell that you're being flirty with other guys. ♤ fifteen inch club — smut (ft. yeosang, san) you're doing such an amazing job as maid of honor that you definitely need to be rewarded... ♤ first thing in the goddamn morning — smut (ft. san) somehow, you, seonghwa, and san all woke up in the same bed (not that you're complaining). ♤ going insane — smut (ft. dpr ian) dpr ian said to not go insane, but he and seonghwa made you go insane anyway. ♤ jealousy isn't such a horrible sin — smut (ft. san) you're tired of san not being a good boyfriend, so seonghwa decides to help you two work through your problems in an unconventional way. ♤ persistent desire — smut you and your childhood friends go drinking, and seonghwa confesses that he has at some point been attracted to you. ♤ seeing double — smut (ft. riize wonbin) your complicated situationship with your upperclassman gets more complicated thanks to the feelings of an underclassman. ♤ sun's out — smut you and seonghwa are on a picnic and, well, one thing leads to another. ♤ superstar — smut (ssatz series) you punish idol seonghwa in real life because out of everyone in the limited theme cards you missed, it was only him. ♤ tragic ending — angst, smut (trope series) you and seonghwa were never meant to be. ♤ the ceo's doll — smut (500 event) you wanted to work for ceo park seonghwa, but you had no idea it entailed being his maid. ♤ the three black tank tops of the apocalypse — smut (ft. san, mingi) these three wear black tank tops and you just bend over for them because... yeah... ♤ violet crazy form — smut (ft. dpr ian, mingi) dpr ian said "there was no silence, baby between you and me" and ateez added "just move however you want". ♤ you've got me speechless — smut (alt. san) the way they fuck you has got you speechless.

#broatz masterlist

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gimmethatagustd · 3 months

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my partner bought tickets for the dpr world tour without me knowing, and the way they told me they bought them was just by sending me a fucking calendar invite

#i said it on twt and im saying it here #cuz it's necessary #i get to see dpr ian irl yall #pray for me #jai talks

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thatonefangirlly · 4 months

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Saint- DPR Ian EP Review

Hey all my DPR Ian fans. Sorry for taking so long... A girl was going through it! But word on the street is that he just put out an EP 3 days ago (3 songs and their instrumental counterpart). I have a friend that told me about Ian, and I have done some research and honestly, he's legit. But let's get to the review

Lyrics: Though there were few words with each song, he didn't need to add more. The lines he did have in those 3 songs were deep and you understand the world from his POV. I relate to the words and for that it gets a 10/10

Beat: Literally, EDM. Thats all I can say. It was futuristic and I do like that. It remanded me of the EDM era that had us millennials in a chokehold and ya now what? I stan. 10/10

Visuals: So, I watched "Saint" and "Limbo", and I can tell you right now, I didn't get it, nor did I understand how the titles matched the song. BUT I also know that it's not for me to get. This is Ian's mind, and HE knows the concept. I give them 8.9/10.

Overall: Overall, this EP was deep and dark. I enjoyed every second of it. He talks about a lot of his mental illnesses, especially through his music and I personally love that. You can definitely understand what he's dealing with and what was going on in the time. I cannot tell you enough how much I enjoy hiss transparency. 10/10

I def will be listening to this EP over and over again. I relate to it and the emotions that come with it. I also do encourage you to listen to it along with another project e as done. also, He is also going on tour so I if you'd like to go, I definitely encourage it. I've seen videos and it looks like an experience you wouldn't regret. So, please go and give Saint a listen and show Ian some love.

Annyeong!

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#dpr ian #saint #new ep #new music #salts #explore #honestmusicreview #honest #honesty #Youtube

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silverraes · 9 months

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My Top 9 albums of 2023

tagged by @mysterygrl20 tysm <3

my taste in music is kind of all over the place so prepare yourself for a wild ride, although I also listen to a lot of kpop (I've kinda been slacking on keeping up with releases over the past year tho oops) and we definitely have some overlap in favorite albums

I apologize in advance for how long this post is going to become but you're really opening the floodgates by letting me talk about music lol

(it's been a very dry year for my favorite metal bands or this list would've been even more chaotic lmao)

1) Dear Insanity... by DPR Ian

while I struggled to rank most of these, there was absolutely no question about my #1 album of the year. I only just discovered DPR Ian in 2023 and he very quickly became my favorite artist ever. you might have even seen me talk about this album an unhealthy amount of times already lol. he's just such an insanely good artist and every single song on this album is just soooo damn good.

part of why I love him so much is also the story he tells throughout his music videos and just how insanely good all of his MVs look and how well the visuals fit the music so I feel obligated to link the MV to my favorite song off this album:

(some flashing lights in this one, folks, be warned)

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2) The World Ep.2: Outlaw by Ateez

everything Ateez releases is immediately getting added to my favorites, what can I say. I didn't have the money to go to their 2023 tour but I did see them live in 2022... absolutely worth the one and only time I ever caught corona. not a single bad song on this album, they're all absolute bangers.

3) Take Me Back To Eden by Sleep Token

I only just discovered Sleep Token in 2023 but I absolutely fell in love with this entire album and their style in general. almost got to see them live but then I ended up getting surgery on the exact day of their concert... :')

4) OO-LI by Woodz

I am a Woodz stan first and a human second. I'm convinced this man is incapable of releasing bad music, everything he does is just so damn good and I love how he explores a bunch of different genres while still making all of his music just sound like him y'know

also honorable mention to Amnesia which is only a single album so it didn't make the list but if you like more eerie stuff and the general vibe of his music, definitely check it out, I love it so much

5) On My Youth by WayV

WayV will forever have me in a chokehold. they've been my favorite NCT unit since their debut and honestly also the only unit I managed to properly keep up with over the last year ashgasj. I just really love their style of music and how they've actually been sticking to it

6) The Name Chapter: Temptation by TXT

It's truly been a TXT kinda year for me, I've been listening to them a lot. there aren't many songs on this album but I still love it so so much, all of the songs are great and Sugar Rush Ride is such a unique title track

7) Dark Blood by Enhypen

honestly Enhypen are part of the reason why I might have to update my top 3 kpop groups to a top 5 lol. all of their albums so far have been great and this one was no different, I still listen to a lot of the songs on it on repeat

8) RUSH! (Are U Coming?) by Måneskin

well what can I say, Måneskin have had me in a chokehold ever since they won the Eurovision and I actually got to see them live in 2023! drove all the way over to Berlin for them and everything, great album with great songs. I love both their more rock-ish songs and their slower songs and this album has a great mix of both (although I wish there would've been some more Italian songs on here)

9) MONO by K.Flay

K.Flay has been one of my more underrated faves for a couple years by now and I'll take any chance to gush about her music. there's just something very unique about K.Flay's music and this album certainly didn't disappoint. honestly, the only reason why I ended up putting this one on the "last" place is that I haven't listened to it as much as the other albums on this list

Honorable mentions!

bc once I start talking about music, I just simply can not stop at only 9 albums and this list isn't quite chaotic enough yet to properly describe my taste in music lmao

ODD-VENTURE by MCND

this is a rather recent one so I haven't listened to it enough for it to make the list, but I love everything MCND put out and this is definitely also a great album! (plus the title track is yeehaw kpop which is incredibly creative of them and I didn't know I needed that in my life)

HAPPYPILLS by Utsu-P

and this is where I expose the true chaotic nature of my taste in music lmao. Utsu-P's music is the perfect clash of world's between teen-me's obession with vocaloid and current-me's love for metal. I didn't include this album bc I still haven't gotten around to listening to all of it, but the songs that I did listen to, I absolutely loved

Phantomime by Ghost

oh you thought you made it through an entire post of me talking about music without mentioning Ghost? Hah, fool. jokes aside, this is an album full of cover songs so I didn't include it but it's still full of bangers. I reached audio cap now but I'll include their Jesus He Knows Me cover bc this was an absolute treat to witness live:

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if you've made it this far without getting whiplash: congrats!

tagging (as always, no pressure, feel free to ignore this): @negrowhat @fallsouthwinter @spicypussywave @thisisworsethanitlookslike @supanuts @buddhamethods @alienwlw and anyone else who wants to do it!

#the lack of skz is only bc i still have not managed to listen to the full albums i'm-#i've been slacking on kpop releases so bad this past year it's ridiculous lol #tag game #tagged #music #rae's music rambles #Youtube #Spotify

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