#he appears and breaks into song at opportune moments

[mvshortcut]

Ok another silly lil game. If you could insert one person (or group of people) - real or fictional, current or historical, human or not - into the mbs universe. who would it be. Mine is Weird Al Yankovic

[moondancediner]

Love of my Life

summary: the dagger squad meets hangman's best-kept secret

jake seresin x reader

word count: 1490

warnings: no editing, fluff

a/n: this popped into my head the other night... enjoy! also this gif makes me CHOKE ohmylord

song rec: love of my life - harry styles

masterlist

It wasn’t on purpose. Nights when you and Jake ended up at the same bar were never planned, mostly because your friends from work always wanted to go somewhere downtown, and Jake’s friends from work always wanted to go to the Hard Deck so there was never a chance for the two groups to intersect. 

Tonight, however, your friends had enough of hearing about all your nights at the Hard Deck with your fighter pilot husband who drops by work every once and a while with lunch or a gorgeous bouquet of flowers. They decided to venture out to the Hard Deck tonight for your monthly get-together and you weren’t going to miss an opportunity to ogle at your husband from across the bar while he played darts and pool with his Dagger Squad friends who just so happened to be in town visiting. 

And that’s exactly where you found yourself on this lovely Friday night. Your friend walked over to your standing table with another drink for you and you thanked her with a smile. She immediately started diving into some workplace gossip, keeping her voice quiet since so many of your colleagues had managed to make it out tonight. You half-listened to her go on how bad the break room refrigerator smelled the other day but your real focus was on Jake who was playing pool with Phoenix, Fanboy, and Bob. He had Bob on his team and you were surprised to see him actually give the man a chance to play without correcting or coaching him. 

You knew all about the Dagger Squad, when Jake was first sent out here you followed him, even knowing this wouldn’t be a permanent duty station, and he talked about everyone he was competing against non stop. From the moment he came home after training you were getting a full rundown of the days happening (you were sworn to secrecy of the top secret events, of course). You learned quickly who was who, even if you never got the opportunity to meet them. 

After the mission, you were pulling out boxes and getting ready to move what little belongings you brought over to the island when Jake came home and surprised you to your core. He accepted a teaching position here on the North Island and you were staying for the foreseeable future. 

You were shocked but over the moon. Jake would be in one spot for at least a couple years and wouldn’t be off on deployments and missions so often. You could start a family and he could actually be there for all of it. 

“Hello? Anybody home?” A hand waving in front of your face brought you out of memories and a trance you hadn’t realized you were in. You laughed and smiled at your friend, but not before catching the eye of Phoenix, who totally caught you staring at Jake. 

“Sorry, sorry, got a little lost there.” You waved her hand out of your face and took another sip from your drink. 

“I’ll say,” she laughed, “I mean, I get it.” Her eyebrows wagged and you laughed heartily, throwing your head back. She was always complimenting your choice of husband and you had to agree with her, he was fine as hell. 

“Fuck, I think one of his friends just caught me staring,” you said once the laughter died down. 

“Remind me again why he doesn’t tell them about you?” 

“It started off as a joke,” you start, “he wanted to see how long it would take one of them to notice, and now it’s just an ongoing bet we have.” 

“A bet I am about to win, by the way.” Jake suddenly appears behind you and you’re happy to see him until his words sink in.

“You’re not allowed to interfere!” You point at him and he just laughs. 

“No interference, I promise.” He leans on the table you two are standing at and you almost forget about the bet for a second because his green eyes still captivate you even after all this time. 

“Well, what are you doing over here then?”

“See now, that’s where it gets interesting because someone caught you looking at me,” he tips his beer over in the direction of his friends, who scatter like chickens when you turn your head to look at them, “and they bet me $20 that I couldn’t walk over here and get your phone number.” 

“Hmmm, seems like fair play to me.” Your friend interjects, looking contemplatively between you and your cheating husband. 

A noise comes out of your mouth, somewhere between disbelief and betrayal. You only had one month left before the bet was yours and you could claim your prize and now this happens, the perfect opportunity falls right into Jake’s lap. 

“Did none of them notice the giant ring on my finger?” You hold up your wedding rings, which glint even in the dim bar lighting and Jake takes your fingers in his hand, bending them towards himself before placing a kiss on your knuckles. You swoon. It’s impossible not to. “Don’t try to distract me, you’re in trouble.” 

“Come on darlin’,” His hand fell away from yours but moved slyly around your hip, where it curled around the belt loops of your shorts, and just then, while his face was inching towards yours, your wedding song came on. 

“When did this song get added to the jukebox?” 

“I may have put in a special request.” His smile did you in. You met him halfway and when your lips met that familiar kaleidoscope of butterflies took flight. Jake pulled away just to smile at you some more before pressing a few quick kisses to your lips. When he backed away enough, you took the chance to look over his shoulder and see what his friends thought. 

The entire group was standing around, completely gobsmacked at what just occurred and you could only imagine what was running through their minds. 

“After you, Mrs. Seresin,” Jake whispered in your ear. You gave him the best glare you could but he just laughed and grabbed your hand to walk you over to the group of people you already felt like you knew. 

Jake chuckled as you got within ear shot. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet someone,” he pulled you under his arm and you automatically slid your own across his back, “this is my wife.” He said it with genuine pride, a stark contrast to his usual cocky tone everyone was used to. 

“Wife?” Rooster repeated, dumbfounded.

“Pick your jaw up off the floor, Bradshaw.”

You ignored Jake and introduced yourself to everyone with a quick wave. “It’s nice to finally meet you all.” 

There was a beat of silence while you watched everyone process what was happening, but Phoenix broke it with a laugh. “You’ve been holding out on us, Bagman!” 

“Yeah, what the hell, man!” Rooster seemed downright offended that Jake would keep such a secret from them and you couldn’t help but laugh. 

“It’s not all Jake’s fault,” You come to his defense, “we had a bet going, which I just lost.” 

“What bet did you two have?” Bob asked, coming forward to introduce himself to you properly. 

You shook his outstretched hand, smiling. “We wanted to see how long it would take for someone to figure out he was married.”

“You… you don’t wear a wedding ring?” Rooster seemed to be having the hardest time with this revelation and it was cracking you up. 

Jake pulled his dog tags out from under his shirt, proudly turning them around to display his gold wedding band that perfectly matched the one around your finger. They both belonged to his grandparents and he was so proud to give you his grandmother's band on your wedding day. 

Phoenix studied the two of you for a moment, watched the way you started to sway to a song and Jake immediately joined in, watched how his attention always drifted back to you, and how his entire cocky dimenor melted away as soon as you were near. 

“So, what’s the story? How did you manage to bag Hangman?” Natasha asked, leaning her hands on the pool cue in front of her. 

Jake pretended to be offended. “I’m not that wild.” 

You roll your eyes affectionately before diving into the story of how you and Jake met. It was nothing spectacular or anything you would want to make a movie about, but it was a whirlwind romance that ended in the two of you married in the Seresin family’s backyard three summers ago. 

When you finished your story, all smiles for your husband, Rooster raised his beer in a toast. “Welcome to the family, Mrs. Seresin.” 

Jake couldn’t help but smile. It felt good to let the team in on his best-kept secret, even if he was gonna pay for her losing the bet later on tonight. 

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thanks for reading ily

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[hoshifighting]

Producer!Woozi x Celebrity!Reader

— Synopsis: You and Woozi have admired each other's work for a long time. Now, he has the opportunity to produce an album with you. Working on an album for a worldwide artist like you brings him immense joy... and turn-ons. — WC: 4.8k — WARNINGS: Smut, studio sex (Universe Factory), oral (f.receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, fingering, clit stimulation, g'spot stimulation, aftercare, reader fangirling over Woozi shirtless in Ruby's M/V mentioned.

Your name is splashed across big screens from Times Square to the Grammy Awards. Music didn't just enter your life; it crashed in, loud and powerful, sweeping you off your feet. It became your everything. 

You went from singing in front of millions of people to strumming your guitar alone in a poorly illuminated room, lost in your own world. Music was your passion, your escape, and your purpose all rolled into one.

With that passion came endless opportunities. You were constantly on the move, traveling from one country to another, meeting people you once only dreamed of being in the same room with. You found yourself breathing the same air as your idols, sharing stages with legends. 

Friendships blossomed, some fast and fleeting, others deep and lasting. The world knew your name. Your songs played in every state, on every continent, bridging gaps between different cultures and bringing people together.

Those cultures left a mark on you too. 

You soaked in the richness of each place, each new experience shaping your music and your perspective. You remembered your early days, the hunger for inspiration, the late-night searches for new artists. 

One night, you stumbled upon a webcam live stream with a bunch of boys in a neon green melona room. You laughed and loved watching them, their energy infectious even through a screen. You became a fan, following their journey as you built your own.

But here's the thing about being a superstar: time is never on your side. Your schedule was always packed, and despite being in contact with some of the Seventeen members through DMs and mentioning your admiration for them in interviews, meeting them in person was a challenge. You were in Seoul for a tour once, and they appeared on your show, but there was never enough time to truly connect.

Now, after years of hectic schedules and fleeting encounters, you finally had a moment to breathe. You were working on a new album, and for the first time in a long time, you had the opportunity to switch things up. Your usual producers were fantastic, but this time, something different was calling you. An opportunity was waiting in South Korea, and it had your heart racing with excitement.

You, your manager, and the company representing the group had been in talks for months, working out the details. The goal was clear: to collaborate with Woozi, the musical genius from Seventeen, on your new album. 

When your team informed Woozi that you had just arrived at HYBE, his palms began to sweat. He never imagined he’d get to work with someone of your caliber. The fact that you specifically wanted to work with him made it all the more surreal.

As you walked through the HYBE building, your assistant and one of the staff members gave you a tour. You were almost giddy with excitement. The walls were lined with photos and awards, the air buzzing with creativity. When you finally approached the recreation area and spotted Woozi, his cheeks turned a shade of red. He was nervous, but seeing you smile so brightly at the sight of him sent a sense of relief through his system. 

You were genuinely happy to see him.

As you step into the recreation area and see Woozi standing there, your cheeks flush a deep red. You can’t contain your excitement. "Woozi, I'm so happy to see you," you say, extending a hand, unsure if a hug would be appropriate.

He senses your shyness, and, in a moment of genuine openness, he breaks through his own reserve and gives you an awkward hug. It's brief and a bit clumsy, but it’s sincere. As you pull away, you swear this is the happiest moment of your life.

"I’ve admired your work for so long," you say, your eyes sparkling with genuine admiration. "Your music is incredible."

Woozi shakes his hands in front of him, a shy smile spreading across his face. His long hair swings slightly as he responds, "Oh, no, really, it’s nothing compared to what you’ve done. I'm honestly just honored to be here with you."

You laugh softly, feeling a bit more at ease. "Are you kidding? I still remember hearing your solo for the first time and just being blown away."

Woozi's cheeks tint pink as he looks down, scratching the back of his head. "Thank you, that means a lot coming from you. I remember when we all watched your first big performance. We were in our green room, and we were all just in awe."

You grin, recalling that exact moment you first saw them. "I remember that! I was so inspired by you guys. It’s amazing how things come full circle, isn’t it?"

He nods, his eyes meeting yours with shyness "It really is. I never thought I’d get the chance to work with someone I looked up to so much." Woozi chuckles softly, breaking the silence. "By the way, I saw your post on Twitter about wanting to visit the Universe Factory—my studio."

Your eyes widen in surprise, and you cover your face with your hands. "Oh my God, you guys see my tweets? Oh nooo!"

He laughs, a sound that's both comforting and infectious. "Yeah, they're hard to miss," he admits. "And I may have received a few screenshots of your reaction from 'Ruby'." 

You gasp, mortified as memories of your tweets flood back. You remember typing frantically about needing a defibrillator when Woozi appeared shirtless in the music video. "Oh no, those tweets. I can't believe you saw those."

He’s grinning. "It's okay, really. It was kind of sweet to be honest. We all had a good laugh about it."

Peeking through your fingers, you sigh. "Well, now that my embarrassment is out in the open, I guess it’s only up from here, right?"

Woozi grins, a twinkle in his eye. "Absolutely. Besides, it’s nice to know we have mutual fans of each other’s work. It makes this collaboration even more special."

You nod, recalling how your fanbase and Seventeen’s had always gotten along so well. “Our fans really hit it off, didn’t they? It’s like they’ve been rooting for this collaboration all along.”

Woozi smiles and gestures for you to follow him. “Come on, let me show you the Universe Factory.”

Walking into his studio, you’re immediately struck by how incredible it looks. Purple lights cast a calming glow over the space, and the view from the windows is breathtaking. Everything, from the colors to the high-tech equipment, is perfectly arranged. You can tell he put a lot of effort into making this place special.

“Wow, Woozi, this is amazing,” you say, your eyes wide with admiration. “I always saw photos of your studio, but in person, it’s even better.”

“Thanks, but it’s just a studio.” Woozi’s shy smile returns, but there’s a sparkle in his eyes. “I wanted it to be just right for when you got here. I spent the whole week cleaning and moving things around. Even used some scented sprays.”

You laugh, feeling a snugness in your chest. “You didn’t have to go through all that trouble for me, but I appreciate it.”

He shrugs, his smile widening. “I wanted everything to be perfect.”

Woozi shows you some of the instrumentals he’s been working on, and they’re incredible. The beats blend seamlessly with the lyrics you sent him, and you can already hear the potential for something amazing. He’s practically buzzing with enthusiasm to hear how your voice will mesh with his music.

“Let’s get you in the recording room,” Woozi says, leading you to the booth.

You put on the headphones and glance through the glass at Woozi in the control room. As you start warming up your voice, he watches with a small smile. You can see him scoffing lightly, clearly amused by your funny warm-up techniques.

He presses the intercom button. “I’m definitely going to use that later.”

You sulk playfully, giving him a pout. “Come on, don’t make fun of me.”

He laughs, the sound filling the control room. “Sorry, sorry. It’s just cute the way you warm up.”

Rolling your eyes but smiling, you turn your focus to the paper in front of you. Woozi cues up the beat, and you start with a rough draft, feeling your way through the melody. Even in this initial take, Woozi can’t help but feel impressed. Your voice is powerful, yet it fits perfectly with the track.

You glance up occasionally, catching Woozi’s eyes. He gives you a thumbs-up, his appreciation evident even through the glass. As you continue, you find yourself getting lost in the music, and Woozi’s focus never wavers. When you finish, you look up to see him grinning widely.

“That was just the warm-up?” he says, pressing the button again. “I’m really excited to hear the final version.”

You laugh, feeling a rush of confidence. “Yeah, just the warm-up. Wait till you hear the real thing.”

Woozi nods, eyes gleaming with joy. “I can’t wait. Let’s do this.”

You start to sing for real now, fully immersed in the music. The lyrics flow smoothly, and your voice dances effortlessly over the instrumentals. When it comes to a tricky melisma, you frown slightly, pausing to ask Woozi through the intercom;

"Which tone should I use for this part?"

Woozi, equally focused, listens intently as you demonstrate two different versions. Both sound amazing to him, and he takes a moment to think. He taps his chin thoughtfully before pressing the button. "Try the second one, but start a half-step higher and then slide down smoothly."

You nod, absorbing his suggestion. You take a deep breath and try it his way. The moment you hit that melisma, sliding down effortlessly, the note hangs in the air. Woozi’s eyes light up, and he gives you an enthusiastic thumbs-up from the control room.

As you're in the middle of recording, Soonyoung suddenly appears in the studio, his presence bringing an unexpected burst of energy. You catch sight of him through the glass and wave enthusiastically, a big smile spreading across your face. Soonyoung returns the gesture, his excitement palpable even from a distance. He settles on the couch behind Woozi, watching the two of you work with keen interest.

Woozi presses the intercom button and gives you a nod. "Try going a bit higher for the adlibs."

You nod and sing the section, hitting the high notes while looking at Woozi for confirmation. He listens intently, his gaze dark in focus. “You did so good. That was perfect.”

You can hear Soonyoung’s voice from the back. “He never praises us like that.”

Woozi turns in his chair, giving Soonyoung a deadly glare. 

Soonyoung, unphased, grins and stretches as he stands up. “Alright, alright. I know when I’m not wanted,” he says dramatically, walking toward the door. Just as he’s about to leave, he pauses and turns back. “But after you’re done recording, we’re taking you to dinner Y/N. No excuses.”

You give him thumbs up. Feeling the warmth of their camaraderie. Woozi shakes his head but smiles, turning back to you. 

“Ignore him. Let’s finish this up. You’re doing great.”

After skipping through some tracks, you find yourself sitting in Woozi's incredibly comfortable chair, fiddling with his equipment. The buttons, dials, and sliders are all so intriguing, and you can’t help but feel like a kid in a candy store, discovering new settings and features.

Woozi watches you from a few feet away, arms crossed, a smile playing on his lipsㄧHe knows you’re no stranger to studios and equalizers, but he loves seeing the joy in your eyes as you explore his setup like it’s the coolest thing in the worldㄧHe wonders if your producers ever let you have this much hands-on control.

“Hey, Woozi, how do you tweak the master mix settings here?” you ask, looking up from the console.

He steps forward, moving behind you. His arms come to rest on either side of the chair, effectively caging you in as he leans over to type on the keyboard. 

“You just need to go into this menu,” he says, his voice low and calm. He types swiftly, his fingers dancing over the keys. “Then, adjust the settings here. See?”

You nod, trying to focus on his explanation, but the closeness is overwhelming. You can feel the warmth of his body, his head so close to yours. 

It’s hard to concentrate when you’re not even breathing.

His voice is soft and steady, his breath warm on your skin. You watch his hands move expertly, typing commands and making adjustments with practiced ease. Your heart is pounding so loudly, you’re sure he can hear it.

“And here, you can add some reverb” he continues, “See how that changes the sound?”

No, not when he’s this near.

You nod, feeling a bit dazed. He tells you to try it yourself, and you reach for the adjustment, your hand hovering uncertainly over the controls. Woozi lets go of the mouse and places his hand over yours, guiding it to lower and raise the equalizer. His skin is soft and warm against yours, and the contact almost makes you melt on his chair.

“Like this,” he murmurs, gently moving your hand with his. “Just a little adjustment here and there.”

You can hardly concentrate on the settings, your mind fixated on the sensation of his hand over yours. 

You turn your face slightly toward his, and he looks at you, the proximity between you almost intolerable.

Your eyes lock, and for a moment, the world outside the studio fades away. His gaze is intense, filled with something that makes your breath catch in your throat. Woozi’s hand squeezes yours lightly.

You can feel your pulse quicken. His eyes flicker to your lips for a brief second before meeting your gaze again. The moment stretches, neither of you moves, both caught in the electric current that seems to have taken over the room.

Finally, Woozi clears his throat, breaking the spell but not the connection. "There," he says softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. "You’ve got it."

As you try to focus on adjusting the settings, Woozi leaves your hand on the side of yours, allowing you to make the changes yourself. You manage to make the adjustments, and as the sound fills the room, Woozi's voice breaks through the silence. "That's it. You're doing great." he praises.

You swear if he praises you again like that, you’re going to fucking wet his chair. You don’t even notice that you’re biting your bottom lip, too lost in the horniness.

Woozi’s words echo in your mind as you try to focus on the task at hand, but it's hard to concentrate with the way his body looks in the black shirt he's wearing. The fabric clings to him in all the right places, emphasizing his toned physique.

Every movement he makes with his hands, seems deliberate and calculated, and you can’t tear your eyes away.

You force yourself to push the distracting thoughts aside, but it's a losing battle.

Your gaze remains fixated on his hands as he places them on the border of the desk, supporting his body. His shoulders brush against the back of your head, and you can feel his presence looming over you. It’s as if he knows exactly what’s passing through your mind.

He brushes a hand over your shoulder, the sensation lingering even after he presses it between his hands in a gentle massage. You feel his lips tentatively brush against the corner of yours.

Caught off guard, you melt into his touch, your fingers intertwining with his as you lean into the kiss. His lips are soft against yours, a perfect match to the warmth of his touch. But when he catches you melting against his hand, he doesn't pull away. Instead, he turns the chair to face him, his hand sliding behind your neck to pull you closer.

His kiss deepens, and you respond eagerly, your hands sliding to each side of his face before tangling in his hair at the back of his neck. The kiss is desperate, as if you’ve both been holding back.

But when you finally break apart, gasping for breath, you realize that you can’t resist any longer. You get up from the chair, his hands desperately grab your waist, pulling your bodies together 

The way he holds your waist makes your tank top bunch up between his fingers, his palms feeling your belly's bare skin. You whimper against his lips, "Hmm, Woozi..."

He pulls back slightly, "Jihoon," he corrects gently, "Call me Jihoon."

Your stomach flutters at the intimacy of calling him by his real name. "Jihoon," you repeat softly, savoring the sound.

He smiles, a soft, almost shy smile that makes your heart skip a beat. Then he leans in again, kissing your cheek, your jaw, and your neck. Each touch of his lips sends you on cloud nine, making you arch against his chest, your hands gripping his bicep for support.

"Jihoon," you murmur again, the name feeling more natural on your lips each time.

His hands move up your sides, sliding under your tank top, his fingers warm against your skin. He pulls the fabric up, and you lift your arms, allowing him to remove it completely. The cool air of the studio contrasts with the heat of his touch, making your nipples harden.

He takes a moment to admire you, his eyes roaming over your body "You're beautiful," he whispers.

You blush, feeling a little shy under his gaze. "You too," you reply, reaching up to touch his face, your fingers tracing the lines of his jaw.

He smiles and pulls you closer, his lips finding yours once more. This kiss is deeper, more urgent, as if he's trying to pour all his feelings into it. You respond with equal fervor, your hands exploring the planes of his chest, and the muscles of his back.

Jihoon’s hands move to your waist again, his fingers brushing the waistband of your jeans. He pauses, looking at you for permission. You nod, your breath hitching in the process.

He unbuttons your jeans, sliding them down your hips and letting them pool at your feet. You step out of them, standing before him in just your underwear. He takes a moment to admire you again, his eyes dark with desire, a little hidden under his long bangs.

You reach for the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head. He helps you, tossing it aside. Your hands explore his bare chest, feeling the warmth of his milky skin, the steady beat of his heart.

This time, his hands roam more freely, exploring every inch of your body. His touch is gentle, yet possessive, as if he's trying to memorize every curve, every contour. After all, he doesn't know when he'll be able to touch you like that again. That is, if there is a next time.

You respond in kind, your hands moving over his body, savoring the feel of his muscles flexing under your fingertips.

He guides you toward the couch, his lips never leaving yours. You lie down, pulling him with you, your bodies molding together perfectly. He kisses his way down your neck, your chest, his lips leaving a trail of saliva in their wake.

"Jihoon," you moan, your hands tangling in his hair as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking gently. The sensation numbs your mind, making you arch against him.

Jihoon makes you relax on his couch, but you suddenly become very aware when his fingers slide your panties to the side, moistening his fingers with your lubrication. He opens his eyes to watch you squirm as your pussy sucks his finger inside without effort. His cold finger fits perfectly inside you, and you can feel him teasing to put another one. You clap a hand over your mouth to stifle your moans.

He laughs softly, taking your hand off your mouth. "The studio is soundproof. You can moan as loud as you want."

You mentally thank him because with his fingers now perfectly entering and leaving you, a loud moan escapes your mouth, and the sound of your wet pussy isn't discreet. You're loving the intense gaze he has on you, like you're about to be devoured. He tries to kiss you, but you can only moan as he fingers you.

Jihoon curls his fingers on your g'spot, repeating the motion again and again. You let out a strangled moan, squirming under his touch. "Don't do that, or I'll mess up your sofa," you warn, your voice shaky with pleasure.

He looks at you from under his bangs, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I don't care about the sofa," he murmurs, pressing a hand on your lower belly to intensify the curl of his fingers.

The added pressure makes you scream, "Please, please!"

Jihoon smirks, his fingers moving faster inside you. "Please what? Tell me what you need," he demands, his voice commanding.

"Please, Jihoon, I need more," you gasp, your body arching against his hand.

He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "More of what? My fingers? My mouth?" he asks, his tone teasing.

"Both," you whimper, feeling desperate for more of his touch.

Jihoon chuckles, his lips brushing against your ear. "Greedy, aren't you? But I'll give you what you want," he promises, his fingers curling and pressing against your g'spot with relentless precision.

You cry out, your body trembling. "Jihoon, I'm going to—"

"Do it," he whispers, his calm raspy voice making you bite your bottom lip. "Come for me."

Your hands clutch at the couch as Jihoon's head moves from above you to between your legs. The moment his tongue touches your clit, you can't hold back, and you come almost immediately. 

He stops for a moment, just to admire the sight of you arching your back on his couch, his fingers deep inside you, all wet as you roll your hips on them, moaning in his studio, naked. He never thought it would happen, but he isn't complaining.

You discover he's stronger than you thought when he holds your hips down to keep you in place before he devours your pussy. You roll your eyes at the sensitivity and the sight of his fangs tickling your skin, making you giggle between moans. 

The scene is completely sinful. You prop yourself up on one elbow and hold his hair up to see his face, flushed but with closed eyes, all concentrated on giving you pleasure. You find it incredibly cute, and you can't help but praise him.

"Jihoon, you're doing so good," you murmur, your voice trembling. "You're so focused, it's amazing."

In response, he sucks your clit inside his mouth, making you pull his hair a little. He hisses softly, and you quickly apologize. "Sorry, I didn't mean to—"

He looks up at you, a playful glint in his eyes. "It's okay," he says, his voice slightly rough. "I like it."

You can't help but moan louder as he resumes his attention to your clit. His fingers continue their relentless rhythm inside you, and you feel the pressure building again.

"Jihoon, please," you gasp, your hips bucking against his hold.

You gasp, and Jihoon stops, making your head fall back as you whine, your orgasm interrupted. He kneels on the couch, lowering his sweatpants and underwear to his thighs. You shake your head, saying, "I want you to take it all off."

He smiles, obliged, then comes completely naked over you. You spread your legs for him, wide, and he slides his cock between your folds, eliciting a whine from you. Still supporting yourself on your elbow, you grab his hair, pulling it slightly, earning a moan from him.

As your tongues wrap around each other, his cock slides inside you, and you open your mouth in a silent moan, your back plopping on the couch. He moans at the sensation of your gummy walls wrapping his cock, sucking him in welcomely. He also smiles, finding your reaction endearing.

Jihoon rolls his hips slowly, letting you adjust to the fullness of his cock. The slow stimulation draws moans from your lips, and you gasp, "Not only do you make amazing music, but you fuck so damn good too."

Jihoon lets out a genuine laugh, his breath warm against your skin. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, so shy, and you pull him back, wanting to see his eyes. He glances at you, amusement shining in his gaze.

"You really know how to flatter a guy," he chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

You laugh with him, the sound mingling with the intimate atmosphere around you. "It's true," you say, your voice lighter. 

Jihoon shakes his head, still smiling, but the moment of levity shifts as he feels your walls tighten around him. His smile fades into a look of intense pleasure, his face contorts, and he starts to moan, the sound vibrating through you.

"Oh, God," he groans, his hips picking up a rhythm that makes your breath hitch. "You feel so good."

The sounds of skin slapping, your moans, and the low hum from the computer rendering the music become the backdrop to your intense session with Jihoon. Your breasts bounce with every thrust, and your hair spreads wildly across the couch. He can feel your wetness around his cock, spreading to his thighs and the couch. You brace yourself with one hand on the couch's arm, your lips plump and sensitive from the kisses and bites.

Jihoon closes his eyes, focusing solely on the sensation of your pussy. If he keeps looking at how much pleasure you're experiencing, he might come too soon. But you can already sense his cock throbbing inside you.

"Open your eyes," you urge him, catching on.

He opens them, sulking a bit, and you give him a devilish smile. You lick your fingers, sliding them down your body to circle your clit, doubling your pleasure and his. His mouth falls open at the sight.

"Fuck, nooo..." he mumbles, watching your every move.

You revel in the sight of his abs flexing, showing that his orgasm is near. Sensing his impending climax, Jihoon pulls out, giving himself a moment to regain control. When he's ready, he slides back in, making you arch your back and curl your toes, triggering your orgasm instead.

You smile at his audacity, and he grins, seeing that his tactic worked. "F-fuck you… I'm cumming, Jihoon," you warn, closing your eyes as the pleasure builds.

He speeds up his hips, making you stop breathing for a second before a deep moan escapes from your chest. You feel yourself clenching and unclenching around him, your body shuddering as you reach your peak. Panting hard, Jihoon pulls out just in time, spilling his cum on your belly as he strokes his cock. His body trembles, and his eyes lock with yours, his bangs falling over his forehead.

Jihoon takes a long look at your spent body, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "How about a nap before dinner?" he suggests softly.

You close your eyes and nod, feeling the exhaustion settling in. "Right..." he murmurs, getting up from the couch.

You miss the warmth of his body immediately and let out a small whine. He chuckles, "I'm coming back," he assures you as he grabs a box of Kleenex and brings some tissues to clean you up. Gently, he wipes your belly and between your legs, his touch tender.

"I'm glad we finished some songs," he teases, his eyes twinkling. "You don't look like you could continue... at least not today."

You scoff, too tired to come up with a witty response. Jihoon starts dressing you, carefully slipping your top back on, your panties, and leaving your jeans off so you can nap comfortably. Once you're settled, he dresses himself quickly.

From the corner of the studio, he fetches a thin blanket draped over a poltrone. He covers you with it and then lays down beside you, pulling you close.

"You really wore me out," you murmur, a hint of amusement in your voice.

He grins, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Likewise," he says. "But it was worth it."

You let out a contented sigh, feeling more relaxed than you had in a long time. "I can't wait to hear how the songs turn out," you confessed, your voice growing dreamier with each passing moment.

Jihoon hummed in agreement, his fingers resuming their soothing motions on your back. "Me too," he murmured. "But for now, let's just enjoy this."

And so you did. Wrapped in each other's arms, you drifted off into a peaceful sleep, you snuggle into him, the steady rhythm of his breathing lulling you towards sleep. 

[more-hysteria-things]

BEGGING FOR SOME LIKE JACK FLUFF FROM LIKE A ROUGH DAY ON SET AND HIM JUST BEING SWEET TO US!! (my first scenario🥳)

ROUGH DAY

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jack champion x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: it’s one of those days on set, and jack is not having it. even worse that it’s his birthday, the day when it’s supposed to be fun and carefree. then, you come along to truly show how much he means to you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none! just tooth rotting fluff :)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,224

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: FIRST JACK FIC LFG.

also, since this is my other account for non-sturniolo fics i’m still putting the same tag list. if you would like to not get tagged for this blog, just let me know!

shoutout to bbg @venusbabysblog for helping me get started🥹

𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 blessing. it’s a job where you have great opportunities to meet amazing people and be in hit films, but sometimes it’s a struggle. jack opens the door to his trailer with a clenched jaw, shutting the door as he looks around. his eyebrows twitch in confusion, noticing how you’re not in sight.

your boyfriend loves to bring you along to wherever he goes for filming. one reason being that he honestly can’t live without you, but also because you’re his biggest fan and will support him through anything. usually, you’d be watching him act from afar or you’d be waiting in his trailer by watching TV or keeping yourself occupied in general. however, you’re nowhere to be seen.

he’s on a long break until later tonight, which annoys him. he just wants this day to be over. “y/n?” he calls out, peeking his head into the small bedroom. alas, you’re not there.

alarms start to go off in his head, although it’s silly. you can’t really go anywhere, but since you’re not in your usual spot, the caring boyfriend in him makes him worry that something bad has happened. especially since you didn’t text him that you were going somewhere or anything.

then, a giggle is heard along with the opening of his trailer door, and he turns around to face the noise. he takes a small sigh of relief when he sees you beaming from ear to ear holding a present bag.

while in the middle of a scene, jack texted you about the day he’s having—lines he couldn’t nail, and a director who seemed impossible to please. you frown slightly when you see his semi-disgruntled face, shuffling over to him excitedly to wrap your arms around his body in an embrace he desperately needs. he exhales deeply, bends down to nuzzle his face into your neck, and kisses it softly.

“sorry, i was hoping i’d be back before you were, but your mom and i got stuck in traffic,” you say in his chest before pulling away after long seconds. trying to make the atmosphere more positive, you smile and extend your arm with the bag in hand. “happy birthday!”

the smallest smile appears on his face, grabbing your hand to head over to the leather couch to sit down. he places the bag onto the floor, removing the tissue inside of it to reveal his presents. his eyes widen in surprise, seeing more than he thought you’d get him. “you didn’t have to do all of this...” he says, a small blush forming on his cheeks.

he pulls out the first thing that sits on top of the rest, which is a homemade birthday card out of construction paper in his favorite color. he lets out a chuckle as he looks at the front of it, seeing two drawn stick figures that are supposed to be you and him holding hands with the title in big writing: HAPPY BIRTHDAY •ᴗ•

opening the card, there’s a bunch of words scribbled on the right side.

jack,

*queue song* happy birthday to you!

i am so incredibly proud of you watching the way you chase your dreams. here’s to many more birthdays, memories, and quiet moments in between the chaos. no matter how many lights and cameras around, you’ll always just be jack to me. the one who laughs too loud, holds me close, and somehow manages to make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world.

i’m so grateful to be apart of your story.

always, y/n ❤︎

p.s. like what your name implies, you are indeed a champion.

his heart jumps with joy, closing the note and leaning in to peck you on the nose. your face turns red as you try not to beam with happiness, tilting your head to the bag. “there’s still a lot more.”

he nods, placing the card aside as he grabs a leather journal, specifically personalized for him. the border of it is embroidered with eye-catching detail, his initials JC in big cursive letters in the middle. you know jack sometimes likes to scribble lines down in between takes in a way to remember, or something to put his ideas in for fun. he flips through the pages rapidly, the gust of air flowing on his face as he smells the paper and leather mixed.

you watch his every move, nibbling on your bottom lip excitedly when he pulls out a small, navy blue box. inside of it is a chained necklace with a small pendant of a waxing crescent. the moon phase the day he was born.

scratching the back of your neck nervously, you speak. “this one’s a little girly…” you trail off. “you don’t have to wear it, you can hang it up or something for decoration. i just thought it was pretty.”

he nudges your arm with his elbow. “stop that. it’s beautiful; i love it.”

jack carefully takes it out of the box, undoing the chain and reaching behind his neck to clip it. the length is perfect, and the accessory oddly suits him. “thank you.” he says softly, running his hand over the moon and reaching into the bag once more.

this time, he pulls out two things. another book along with a film camera on top of it tied in ribbon so both items can stick together. while untying it, he notices the scrapbook underneath.

THE STORY OF US…

he glances at you as he starts to look into it. the pages are filled with film photos, ticket stubs, and little mementos from your favorite times together. you’d written little captions under each, capturing inside jokes and sweet moments. it was something he could flip through on hard days.

however, each left page is blank. “you can add to it whenever you have the time. it takes two people to make a love story, you know.” you explain, feeling somewhat cheesy and cringy at the saying, but you mean it.

last but not least, the last few items are snacks. homemade cookies, energy bars, and even a small container of his favorite food.

he feels overwhelmed by all of the gifts but in a good way. nobody has ever shown him this much adoration before, and it’s obvious how much he means to you. “y/n.” your name rolls perfectly off of his tongue, his eyes not leaving the presents now scattered on the couch cushion. “i love it all so much. genuinely, thank you.”

you place your hands on the sides of his neck so he can look at you, kissing him full of love. he cherishes you, and he couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend. he’s always so grateful that he met you that time in his hometown. you made his 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐘 turn around completely.

“how’d you even do all of this?” he adds, starting to feel dumbfounded about how you did all of this under his nose without him knowing.

“i don’t kiss and tell.” you say with a smirk. “but also with the help of your mom.”

laughing, he grunts as he lays to rest his head on your stomach, your hands finding way into his wavy hair. “i’m so in love with you.” he mumbles, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it.

best. birthday. ever.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[kujiba]

【Idol! reader ft. Stalker!Genshin male 】

Idol reader who's popular all over the world, your a soloist who just debuted from training but already began to explode with popularity, your songs would always be the most streamed online along with many advertisements, websites, TV shows, revolving around you.

Everything was going well except for one thing... You have a stalker.

It's not at all surprising that celebrities would often get followed by people and invade their privacy, so you did what you could for now and reported the situation to your manager for them to handle.

With a breath of relief you thought it was the end of the stalking, that was until a mountain of gifts piled up on your front door early in the morning again, either containing love letters, with the contents declaring his love for you or some items that you enjoyed.

You felt incredibly concerned by this, every interview or show you appeared in you made sure to be extra careful and not reveal too much of about yourself, only very little people knew about what you liked and disliked, how could he possibly gather this information on you!?

Creeped out by this, you wasted no time and threw away the gifts in the trash incase there was some kind of hidden camera inside to watch you.

The police weren't even a single ounce worth of help, when you addressed the situation to them. They just shrugged it off saying that they couldn't do much with the lack of leads on the stalker.

You felt frustrated but knew it wasn't worth to argue over, and so, with slumped shoulders and a frown on your face you went back home feeling defeated.

As the days passed paranoia engulfed your mind and body, the stalker was becoming bolder by the second as he began coming to your own house directly with no shame.

Every morning you would wake up to the sound of someone throwing pebbles at your window, and whenever you checked the noise out, it was always the same person with his devilish smile which sent shivers down your spine.

It wasn't the end, Pieces of your clothing began to dissapere abruptly inside your wardrobe, although it didn't take a genius to know why.

You covered your mouth looking petrified, he was able to break inside your home so easily. Yet after all the effort to install a security alarm, it was no match for a monster like him

Worst of all, you were getting blackmailed by him! The stalker managed to dig up some past and old information about your family's back story, once these were leaked to the public media, everyone would absolutely crash out.

Your family meant everything for you, so you aren't really given much of a choice here..

'Mark my words I'll be sure to get justice.'

Unbeknownst to you, the stalker enjoyed every single moment of this. Seeing your anxious expression and being forced to quiet down for the sake of your life and family felt like bliss to him.

He then took the opportunity to snap a photo of you from the hidden camera he had installed inside your home after he broke in yesterday, it was so that he could watch your every movement of course.

The security alarm was a pain in the butt, but once he saw your sleeping figure on the bed looking so.. Beautiful, he felt even more excited than he already was.

Maybe he should pay a second visit, but this time take you home with him.

[aetherilyyy]

So, talking about Aether since I saw that you seem to like him a lot, I came on anonymous anyway because I have the wrong account at the moment. Anyway, let's go

-

I imagine he was the first to discover the player's existence, because the player is always connected with Aether, controlling him as if he were your puppet. At first, it's scary to think that a strange being may be controlling him and that it can lead him to death at any second, even if in Teyvat he somehow revives, it's still terrifying. However, are you helping him? Why are you helping him in the first place?

Aether hates to admit it, but after spending the entire Mondstadt mission, he likes to hear your voice and your complaints when he loses the 50/50, it's just funny. Aether can hear you now, he also hears and witnesses all the compliments you give to other characters, it's really cute; but hearing compliments also means listening to curses, (if you're a person who curses a lot, he learned new curses to defend himself when you're offline), he finds it funny when you start talking bad about the Npcs who don't stop talking for a second, even Aether got tired! Just stop talking and gid the mission soon! I want my primogems!!!

Aether feels on his skin, several times, what it's like to be exchanged, when you get your first 5 star, he's happy to have a partner, but hey, why did you take him out of the team?

Is he weak? Isn't he the meta?! What does that even mean?!

Aether is stuck in his thoughts, he only returns to your screen when some conversation or fight scene appears that has to be with him. But, Aether is hurt and doesn't understand why, he should be happy that your team is stronger! Not mad or upset...

His damage increases considerably and the 5-star characters come with more difficulty, first, he thought you didn't like characters who use sword, but you were looking for Furina?! Why her?! Is it because she's Hydro? He's Hydro too, look! Use him… Please...

The traveler is placed on the team again, you were testing the new powers he had gained in Liyue. Aether had almost forgotten how good it was to be praised for the new skills, and remember that I mentioned about his damage increasing? Aether will make his life goal: having higher damage and more utility for you!

Aether loves your concern for the journey and loves it when you get angry when he helps an entire nation to receive no information from his sister. You care about him... you’re so cute!

Before, it was cute to hear you gush with compliments and love songs for other characters, however, at this moment it is simply suffocating. Aether has to listen to you don't stop praising every sentence said by Xiao, and he's already losing his patience, especially with you seeing Xiao and him as a couple, how dare you?! His heart belongs to the person who helped him from the beginning!

Aether gets harsher and ruder with the characters you praise and- wait, what do you mean... getting married?! Excuse me?! You can't marry them!!!!

The traveler knows that you are the player, but he can also confuse it with a god, anyway, he wants you in Teyvat or enjoy the beautiful things of your world. Aether wants to hold your hand and be affectionate, he wants to tell all the love he feels. If you isekai in Teyvat, expect a room being made with a lot of love and affection, Aether calling you to be his new partner on trips and a very, very protective Aether, especially if he sees you embarrassed or interested in some character.

In case he stops in your world, Aether is taking the opportunity to hug you and he is even calmer, Hey, no rivals!!! He will stay in your house and God bless you if his divinity is already dating, because or 1. Bye bye gf/bf or 2. If the person break your heart, Aether makes this guy's life hell and, bye bye!

I want to talk about Paimon now, she will probably be the one who will notice Aether's change faster since she is always close to him. The giggles he gives when he is alone, his training getting heavier and heavier and the change of attitude when he talks to a character.

I'M SO IN LOVE WITH YOU AAAAAAAAAA

[inkmonster21]

Short n’ Sweet💋

Hugh Jackman x Fem!Sister!Reynolds!Reader

Warnings: SMUT

Part 12

Series Masterlist

We Were Going Right Then You Took A Left

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The filming process went smoothly and efficiently, finishing in no time at all. You and the crew worked together seamlessly, the production running like a well-oiled machine. The atmosphere was focused and professional, and you felt a sense of accomplishment as the shoot came to a successful close.

Marvel expressed their interest in expanding your character and even mentioned their desire to bring you in on a new installment focusing on witches. This proposal excites you, as it means more opportunities to explore your character's journey and potentially delve deeper into the magical aspects of the Marvel universe.

You had returned to New York, and you were set to make an appearance on a popular Late Night talk show. The city bustled with energy as you prepared for the big night, the prospect of discussing your latest project and interacting with the host and audience leaving you feeling both excited and slightly nervous.

Standing behind the iconic blue curtains, mic in hand, you take a deep breath and mentally prepare yourself. The anticipation builds as you wait for your cue to take the stage, the sound of the audience's chatter and applause drifting towards you. It's almost showtime, and you're ready to shine.

“And now performing one of her hits from her upcoming album, (Y/n) Reynolds!” As the host calls your name, introducing you as the next performer, a surge of adrenalin courses through your veins. You take a deep breath, plaster a confident smile on your face, and walk onto the stage, greeting the audience with a wave. The atmosphere is electric, and you're ready to give them a show they won't forget.

You timed your entrance perfectly, stepping onto the stage with a confident and graceful stride, singing the lyrics with precision. As the song progressed, you sauntered around the stage, commanding the attention of the audience. To add a playful touch, you even commandeered the host's desk for a brief moment, bringing a touch of lightheartedness to the performance.

As the song concludes, the room erupts into applause, the audience expressing their appreciation with thunderous clapping. You grin and wink at the crowd, basking in their adulation. This moment is what you live for – the connection with your fans and the thrill of performing.

As the break for commercials approaches, you quickly retreat backstage to change into your dress for the interview portion of the show. The changeover is efficient, with the crew working swiftly and seamlessly to prepare for the next segment. As you make your way back out on stage, now dressed for the interview, you take a moment to compose yourself and mentally prepare for the questions that are to come.

You return to the stage, now dressed for the interview segment, and the audience welcomes you with applause. The host greets you warmly, "Welcome! That was a fantastic performance!" Their praise sends a jolt of pride through you, fueling your confidence for the interview. You smile and thank them before taking your seat.

The host then delves into the topic of your album, asking you to share your thoughts and experiences behind its creation. You eagerly launch into a passionate and engaging response, discussing your inspirations, the process of writing and recording the songs, and the themes that run throughout the album.

"It's called 'Short n' Sweet,'" you explain to the host. "It's inspired by my past relationships, and even though they may have been brief, they've left a lasting impact on me. Each song represents a different experience, and I've poured a lot of emotion and personal growth into this album."

The host nods, a smirk on his face, “would any of the songs happen to be about your current boyfriend?” You can sense the host's playful demeanor as he brings up your current boyfriend, a smirk dancing on their face. With a knowing smile, you respond, "Oh, you know, there might be a song or two that was inspired by the current lucky guy in my life."

The host playfully comments, "Well, I'd say he's pretty lucky too! Is it true he got you into the movie?" You paused for a moment, a bit taken aback by the suggestion. With a confident and firm tone, you respond, "Actually, I got into the movie solely based on merit. My talent and hard work were the driving forces behind my role. While my boyfriend's support is greatly appreciated, I earned my spot through my own abilities and dedication to my craft."

The host presses on with a new question, "Being Ryan's sister must have played a role in your success, right?" You take a moment to compose your thoughts before responding, your voice steady and strong. "I've worked incredibly hard to establish myself as an independent artist and actress."

As the interview progresses, you sense a growing discomfort in the atmosphere. The host's questions and comments, while seemingly harmless, subtly undermine your accomplishments and imply that your success is merely a result of external factors rather than your own merit. You feel your frustration growing, but you maintain your composure, determined to remain professional and defend your achievements.

As you finish the interview, Megan seethes with anger, her frustration palpable. "What an absolute asshole!" she exclaims, clearly upset by the host's attitude during the interview. She quickly ushers you to the exit, determined to get you out of the building and away from the negative atmosphere. "Let's get out of here," she says, her voice dripping with indignation.

The aftermath of the interview is intense as the internet explodes with different opinions. Some believe that your success is only due to your famous brother, while others speculate about the reason behind your relationship with Hugh Jackman, suggesting that it's a strategic move for fame and opportunities. The online community is in a frenzy, debating and analyzing the situation.

The barrage of negative comments and speculation online leaves you feeling angry and saddened. The constant criticism and doubt about your accomplishments hit hard, making it difficult to ignore. The internet's cruelty seems inescapable, and it takes a emotional toll on you, leaving you questioning yourself and your achievements.

Megan witnesses your emotional pain as you silently scroll through the endless sea of negative comments. Tears well up in your eyes as you read the harsh words, your heart breaking a little more with each hurtful remark. The pain of hearing strangers' hateful opinions about your worth and undeserving nature weighs heavily on you, making you question yourself and your relationships.

Megan leaves the room, recognizing that you need some space to process your emotions. While she's gone, she discreetly dials Hugh's number, knowing that you need his support but also aware that you won't ask for it directly. She understands that you don't want to burden him with your pain, assuming he has more pressing matters to attend to. Despite your stubbornness, Megan takes the initiative to contact Hugh, silently hoping that he'll be able to provide the comfort and reassurance you desperately need.

Megan returns to the room, having finished her phone call. She finds you silently staring at your laptop, still lost in the hurtful words you've been reading. Sensing your emotional turmoil, Megan approaches you with a reassuring smile. "I've got some good news," she says gently. "Hugh's coming over."

As Megan announces that Hugh is coming over, you furrow your brows in confusion. "Wait, what?" you stammer, your voice laced with disbelief. "He's still filming in the UK."

Megan nods, a determined look in her eyes. "Yeah, he's still filming, but I could tell he understood how much you need him here. I wasn't afraid to tell him that," she says with conviction, her unwavering determination evident. She knows that your emotional well-being is of utmost importance, and she's willing to take the necessary steps to make sure you get the support you need, even if it means reaching out to Hugh while he's still filming in the UK. Her loyalty and care for you are unyielding.

You remain awake, unable to sleep, your mind still racing with thoughts. Megan, ever watchful and protective, takes the initiative to keep your phone out of reach, shielding you from the ongoing online drama. She recognizes the need to distract you from the negativity, and she begins to engage you in lighthearted conversation, making sure to keep your mind occupied. Her presence is a source of comfort, and her efforts to protect you from the digital storm are a testament to her enduring friendship.

As Hugh enters the room, he finds you passed out on the couch, cuddled up in a blanket, and Megan, visibly annoyed, sitting on the couch scrolling through comments and articles. The atmosphere is tense, a stark contrast to the peaceful image you present while asleep. Megan looks up, her eyes meeting Hugh's, silently conveying the anger and frustration she feels.

Megan stands up and smiles at Hugh, gratitude evident in her expression. "Thanks for coming," she says sincerely. "She really needs you right now." Her voice carries a mix of relief and determination, knowing that Hugh's presence will provide the comfort and support you desperately need during this difficult time. With a final, reassuring smile, Megan takes her leave, giving you and Hugh some privacy.

You lay curled up on the soft cushions of the couch, your body relaxed in deep slumber. The gentle rise and fall of your chest was a soothing sight, and your peaceful expression gave away the blissful dreams you were immersed in. Little did you know, your peaceful moment was about to be interrupted by the man who had been the center of your online controversy—Hugh.

Hugh had been reading the comments and articles. He knew it was difficult dealing with the backlash from fans who doubted the authenticity of your relationship, and career. He knew the truth; the love between you was real, and he was determined to remind you of that very fact. With a gentle smile, he approached the couch, his tall, broad frame casting a shadow over your sleeping form. He knelt by the couch, his touch was light, not wanting to startle you awake, but rather to ease you into a gentle awakening.

As his fingers traced the contours of your cheek, he whispered, "My beautiful love, it's time to wake up. I have something special planned just for you." His deep, soothing voice caressed your ears, and you stirred, slowly opening your eyes to his familiar face. "Good morning, my darling," he said, his warm hazel eyes sparkling with adoration. "I want to start your day with a reminder of how much I adore you."

You stretched, your body awakening from its slumber, and smiled up at him, feeling a little groggy but intrigued by his words.

"I've been reading the hurtful comments, and it breaks my heart that people doubt us, doubt you. But, I want to show you, that our love is real and passionate. So you never doubt us yourself.”

Intrigued and slightly worried about his plan, you sat up, the soft fabric of your silk nightgown sliding against your skin. "Hugh, you know I love you, and I don't care what they say. We don't need to prove anything to anyone. It just hurts my feelings."

He placed a finger on your lips, silencing your concerns with a gentle touch. "I know, my love, but I want to do this for us. To reaffirm our connection and remind us both of the fire that burns between us."

A shiver ran down your spine as his words ignited a spark within you. You could see the determination in his eyes, and the thought of what he had planned sent a rush of anticipation through your body.

"Come with me," he said, extending his hand. You took it without hesitation, feeling the warmth of his rough palms against yours. He led you upstairs to the bedroom, his strong stride belying the tender care he took to ensure you kept up. The bedroom was bathed in soft morning light, and as you entered, you noticed the subtle changes he had made.

Petals of red roses were scattered across the bed, their fragrance filling the air with a sweet, seductive scent. Candles flickered on the nightstands, casting a warm glow over the room. Soft music played in the background, a slow, sensual melody that set the mood perfectly.

"Hugh," you breathed, taking in the romantic ambiance. "It's all for you, my love," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Now, let me take care of you." He guided you towards the bed, his hands resting gently on your waist. As you sat on the edge, he knelt before you, his eyes never leaving yours. Slowly, he began to untie the straps of your nightgown, his fingers brushing against your skin with each movement. The silk slid off your shoulders, baring your chest, and he paused to admire your beauty.

"You are exquisite," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. "Every inch of you is perfect, and I want to worship your body today." His words sent a rush of heat between your thighs, and you couldn't help but arch your back slightly, offering yourself to him. Hugh leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the curve of your neck, his lips trailing a path of fire down to the swell of your breasts. He teased the sensitive peaks with his tongue, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

As he suckled and nibbled gently, his hands traveled down your sides, tracing the curves of your waist before slipping beneath the nightgown to caress your hips. His touch was electric, and you couldn't suppress a soft moan as he explored your body with such devotion.

"You like that, don't you, my love?" he murmured against your skin. "Knowing that I'm touching you, adoring you, and proving to both of us that our love is real." "Yes, Hugh," you breathed, your voice hoarse with desire. "I love it. Please, don't stop."

His hands slid around to your back, and he gently eased you down onto the bed, the rose petals tickling your skin as you lay back. He followed, his body hovering over yours, his eyes burning with passion. "I want to taste every inch of you," he said, his voice husky with need. "To remind you of the pleasure we share."

With that, he trailed a path of kisses down your body, his tongue flicking and teasing as he went. He paid homage to your breasts, sucking and laving each nipple until you were writhing beneath him, begging for more. He teased your sensitive spots, his fingers and tongue working in harmony to drive you wild.

As he reached your navel, he paused, his warm breath causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. "You're so beautiful, so responsive," he murmured, his fingers gently stroking the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. "I want to make you feel so good, my love."

You whimpered, desperate for more, and he obliged, kissing and licking his way down to the apex of your thighs. He paused, his breath hot against your moist folds, and you felt his warm, moist breath as he inhaled your scent.

"So sweet," he whispered, his voice raspy. "I'm going to savor every moment of this."

With that, he plunged his tongue into your wetness, tasting your essence as he swirled and flicked against your clit. You cried out, the sudden pleasure overwhelming your senses. Hugh was relentless, his tongue working its magic, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

"Hugh, please," you begged, your hands clutching at the sheets. "I need more."

He chuckled, the vibrations sending a new wave of pleasure through you. "I know, my love. I'm going to make you come so hard, just for me."

He increased the pace, his tongue working in a frenzy, and you felt your orgasm building, a delicious pressure coiling within you. Hugh seemed to sense your impending release, and he sucked your clit into his mouth, sending you over the edge.

Your body arched off the bed, your cries echoing in the room as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Hugh continued to lap at your sensitive flesh, drawing out your orgasm until you were a quivering mess beneath him.

As your breathing slowly returned to normal, Hugh crawled up your body, his lips seeking yours. You kissed him hungrily, tasting yourself on his tongue, and he deepened the kiss, exploring your mouth with passion.

"That was just the beginning, my love,"he whispered against your lips. "I have so much more planned to show you how much I adore you."

You smiled, anticipation and desire mingling within you. "I can't wait, Hugh. Show me how much you love me." His hands traveled down your body, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he spoke. "I love your strength, your beauty, and the way you make me feel alive. I want to worship every inch of you and make you feel like the goddess you are."

As he spoke, he positioned himself between your thighs, his hard length pressing against your wetness. "Let me show you how good it can be when we're together," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.

With one smooth thrust, he filled you, his cock sliding deep within your warmth. You gasped, your body adjusting to his size, and he paused, giving you a moment to savor the sensation.

"You feel so good, my love," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "So tight and wet around me."

He began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm. Each stroke brought a new wave of pleasure, and you matched his pace, your body rising to meet his. Hugh's hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements, and he leaned down to capture your mouth in a passionate kiss.

The kiss was hungry, desperate, and it mirrored the raw need building between your bodies. You could feel his desire, his love, and his determination to prove his adoration with every thrust.

"You're so responsive, my love," he panted between kisses. "So tight and hot. It's like you were made for me." His words spurred you on, and you urged him to go deeper, faster, your nails digging into his back as you encouraged him to take you harder. Hugh obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his body slamming into yours with each stroke.

"Yes, Hugh! Right there!" you cried out as he hit your sweet spot with every powerful thrust.

He grunted with each impact, his body glistening with sweat as he worked to bring you both to the brink. "I love you, my darling," he growled, his voice hoarse with passion. "I love the way you feel around me."

Your bodies moved as one, a primal rhythm taking over as you both spiraled towards an intense climax. Hugh's name was a constant mantra on your lips as you rode the waves of pleasure he created within you. "I'm close, Hugh! So close!" you cried, your body tensing.

"Let go, my love," he urged, his voice strained. "Come for me, and show them all how real our love is."

His words were the final push you needed, and with a final, powerful thrust, you both shattered, crying out each other's names as your orgasms consumed you. As the tremors subsided, Hugh collapsed onto the bed beside you, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. You turned towards him, your body still buzzing with pleasure, and ran your fingers through his hair. "That was incredible, Hugh," you whispered, your voice filled with awe. "I feel so loved and cherished."

He smiled, his eyes shining with satisfaction. "And this is just the beginning, my love. I have so much more to show you, to prove to us both that our love is unbreakable." You snuggled closer, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "I can't wait to see what else you have planned, my love. But for now, let's just enjoy this moment and each other."

Hugh pulled you into a tight embrace, his strong arms wrapping around you protectively. "Always, my darling," he whispered. "Our love will conquer all, and we'll prove it to the world, one passionate moment at a time." As you lay there, content in each other's arms, you knew that the online hate and doubters would soon fade into insignificance. For now, it was just you and Hugh, lost in a world of love, passion, and the sweet affirmation of your unbreakable bond.

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Quick one-shots of [ Tf 141: Mafia AU! ]

Soft moments with them/ Them doing the little things for you </3

Masterlist here!✨

And a song to vibe to while reading it~

Gaz will always be the first to greet you good morning!

When he gets his breakfast and sees you trudging along behind the counter, still yawning and not fully booted up

You can count on him to send a smile your way and give you that chirpy, “how’s my favorite sweetheart doin’?”

Ghost, who always accompanies Gaz, then proceeds to pat your head, before dragging you to a chair, sitting you down and fixing your hair for you

He knows that you care little for your appearance especially in the morning, so he takes up the role of fixin you right up

He uses to do it a lot for his own long hair era, so he knows a little something on untangling those freshly-woken-up curls and standing baby hairs

He lets you catch up on sleep as he works on your hair and Gaz eats his breakfast

He gently wakes you up though with a peck to the temple, and like routine, you wake up and give a sleepy smile (it makes his heart palpitate enough that he doesnt need any coffee)

Gaz does the same by intertwining your hands first before turning the back of your hand to him, pecking it then letting go

saying a quick, “have a g’day sweetheart!” before leaving with. Ghost nodding to you

From then on, you’re energized and ready to take on the day!

Sometimes, Graves would pass by a little late in the morning for a quick brunch, he would say as an excuse

But he knows that its usually the time where you’d pull out your freshly baked treats and he’d be the first to try ‘em

He knows you like this because it sets the tone for the next half of your day (because the one time he said it was just okay as he was in a hurry for a job— he found you moping at the cashier, too sad to move with even Nonna shouting at your ear.)

But of course he has to give you his classic wink and flying kiss before he leaves, knowing you get busy at the time so he tries not to get in your way as much

Your giggles are always worth the sight, so of course he’d do it everytime— no matter whoever he was with (his shadows fond him cringe actually-)

Alejandro and Rudy comes in for merienda usually, a quick coffee cup to-go and some light snack as a pick-me-up

And Alejandro always offers/ asks if you want something to the place they’ll go to

Theyre going to the mall, do you need anything? (They were going to check some bastard who ran on them) Well, they’ll have to make a pit stop now to a pastries shop to buy you some of those special macarons

Rudy on the other hand would try to be your limiter, your sense of sanity

He’s the one that forces you to stay home if you looked to sick to come into work when they pick you up in the morning or take you home from work in the evening

He’ll pull you close, chin on your head as he mumbles to take care of yourself more, that you should look out for yourself sometimes

Soap, who you often meet during dinner time, would always check in with you

Offering to do groceries or chores in your place while you take a break with Price (he’s done with dinner already- he scarfs down everything in 5mins tops)

Soap would also help serve during these times, seeing you slow down, or even sleep by Price if you got comfy enough

Or he would pick you up if you got stubborn and take you home early (after getting permission from Nonno and Nonna of course)

Price, he would take full opportunity to go full care taker mode

Placing you on his lap instead as he feeds you some food or let you sleep in his arms as he checks over some papers on his table, waiting for Soap to be done

You would squirm at first, but the combination of Price’s body heat and consistent tapping at your thigh made you snap out like a light quite too quickly

Making him chuckle and whisper sweet nothing in your ears, even if you were out cold (he hopes you would hear it one day)

He wakes you up by jumping you in his arms and you would be so disoriented every time, making his eyes crinkle at the cute expression you’d make when you just woke up- eyes still glossy and unfocused, nose scrunched up, eyebrows furrowed, mouth downturned to a pout

Soap would coo and pull at your cheeks for extra measure, making you swat him but thank him in a yawn all the same

They bid farewell with Soap giving you a quick hug and a ruffle of the hair, whereas Price gives you eskimo kisses (you guys’ favorite thing to do)

Bonus!

Closing up, Horangi and Konig barely makes it in time and they feel bad for making you work overtime

But they’re so hungry— oh, nevermind, you already knew and had packed up some stuff for them already <3

Of course they repay you by storming in your apartment with you

With you letting them eat there while you go prep your stuff for tomorrow and finish some studies you didn’t get to do the other night

Horangi sees this and pulls you to his side immediately, arms around your shoulders so you wouldn’t be able to escape

Konig of course feels bad but knows you need to rest too, so he grabs a blanket and lays it on top of both of you

Grabbing some drinks (some beer for them and a hot drink for you) then sitting at your other side

Acting as both a body pillow, and an arm rest as you drape your arm over his but he ends up hooking it close to him when you reach for your laptop to study

They always make sure you sleep on time and fix up your apartment before they leave

Konig does tuck you in, softly tapping the edge and saying a soft goodnight

While Horangi pecks your forehead, whispering his own bids of good night and “we’ll be missing you” because they’ll be busy again for a couple of days

Those days and nights were always the ones that brought you to love them a little more than before </3

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With Stars to Fill My Dream (12) - You Know How Much You Broke Me Apart

LOOK!!! I CAN FINALLY SHARE THIS!!! ❤❤❤ I commissioned this absolutely BEAUTIFUL art from @ritzeldraws of the dance scene in this chapter! It's so beautiful- it captures their expressions and feelings perfectly and it's been my iPad background for months waiting to be unveiled! It's so lovely and I'm beyond happy that I got the opportunity to request this. :") Thank you again!! (They're dancing to Duvet by Boa btw, just in case you thought it was a happy dance)

Prepare your tissues for this chapter 💕 It's sad, and my song choice is awful (sarcasm) but you'll recognize it if you've watched Cyberpunk Edgerunners. No happy endings in Night City 💔

Please enjoy!

Chapter Summary: A brush with death leads to denied realizations from Astarion when Ofelia suffers a fatal wound. After she recovers, the party takes a group photo with Ofelia's revived phone- courtesy of Gale- and they all dance the night away trying to forget about their next objective: taking down the goblin leaders. The unlikely pair's slow dance leads to a drunken confession, and further torment appears in the form of a dream visitor wearing the visage of a former friend from Ofelia's past...

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 7,811

Have some dance pics below the link!!! ❤ (peep the accidental cursor lol)

✧˖Tag List: @khywren

Opening under the cut!

Astarion tries not to think too hard about the way her eyes had been so sweet one moment, and the next had snapped like someone had wrung a child’s neck in front of her. She’d been very successful hiding her tone, but the eyes never lie, and hers were like cold dead stars. Empty and black.

He watches her come out of the broken mill, face impassive, before her brows twitch and a sheepish frown pulls at her lips.

“Lae’zel… I’m really sorry. I should have listened… you know way more about any of these things than me.” 

“No matter. It is normal for warriors to exchange furried words in the heat of battle. Apologies are not necessary, but I will offer mine as well. What were you retrieving?” Ofelia lights up and holds out the little rectangle she’d pried off the goblin.

“My phone! I found it! It plays music!” She grins at Lae’zel earnestly and the gith looks at her a moment before turning away.

“I take it back.” Ofelia sticks her tongue out at Lae’zel’s retreating back before gathering the rest of them close. They disclose the identity of the gnome they’d pulled off the mill, the man walking away towards the treacherous temple ahead- nothing they could do to stop him.

“Okay, we’ve got what? A bugbear behind that building?” She asks, keen eyes darting to the left. Gale nods. “Three trolls in that building there, another four goblins around the back of the old apothecary. Then it’s the road down to the temple. And that sounds like way too many for us to tackle with sunset so close…” She presses a finger to her lips, deep in thought.

“We could break into groups, at least take out the rest here a little at a time?” Karlach asks, her eyes flashing towards the trolls.

“Okay… let’s balance the teams. Karlach, Gale? Trolls?” The two specified nod, though the wizard with less enthusiasm. “The bugbear… Lae’zel and I.” Astarion tuts.

“What about me, darling? I hope you’re not considering pairing me with these two?” He jerks his chin at Wyll and Shadowheart and the latter rolls her eyes at him and graces him with a rude hand gesture. Ofelia flicks her eyes up to him, darkness flaring in them, before she turns her chin away.

“Okay. Come with Lae’zel and me.” He grins, and though they can do without the wet blanket, he’ll trust Ofelia’s judgment. He slides next to her, brows creasing when she stiffens, but she flashes a warm smile at him and his concern ebbs. She’s started behaving like a timid little thing around him and it’s sweet, almost as sweet as her usual red cheeks and tender warmth. What a lovely thing she’ll be to indulge in when she finally lets him devour her whole.

Ofelia lets him pounce on the passed-out bugbear and he preens at the opportunity to show off, lodging his dagger into the neck of the beast as it roars in anguish. He dances out of range of its angry swipes, leaping away gracefully thanks to the meal she’d provided him this morning. Ofelia strums a little tune to embolden Lae’zel and with a final cleave of the githyanki’s greatsword, the creature collapses into a puddle of blood and sour ale. Vile smelling, at that.

“There are lots of supplies lying around, would be good to take them back to camp after we’re done here.” Ofelia murmurs to Lae’zel and the other woman grunts in acknowledgement.

“Ahh yes, moldy cheese wheels and old brandy. Hardly a feast,” He drops said bottle, her eyes meeting his again and he can see that razor-thin edge beneath like a yawning abyss, void and unseeing. He blinks and it’s gone, replaced by dry humor. When she looks away towards an old barn, he frowns. She’s behaving strangely. At least something useful had come from his centuries of torment- the power of observation. And he’s very good at it.

Had it been what he’d said? Perhaps it was a little… cold. Not that it matters, really. But it does now, and he’ll need to remedy it once the opportunity arises. He rolls his eyes inwardly, breathing out a sigh. Why is it so hard to win her affections? She’d even admitted the first time he’d drank from her how much she likes vampires, that should have won him some points, surely? All he needs is for her to agree to a gods damned night with him and he can take the rest from there. It’d be easy to pretend to care at that point. Clinical, even.

[burningred1989]

THE CONTRACT ENDS

A/N: Part 5 of “A Budding Connection”

Harry and Y/N’s happiness came to a devastating halt when Simon Cowell informed them their PR contract had ended.

PART 1: A Budding Connection

PART 2: The Shift

PART 3: Bridges to Mend

PART 4: Cracks in the Wall

MASTERLIST

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The months leading up to the end of the contract had been blissful for Harry and Y/N. Their PR relationship, initially forced, had blossomed into something deeply genuine. They were inseparable, not just for public appearances but in the quiet moments—Harry holding her hand under the table during group dinners, Y/N sneaking into rehearsals to surprise him with snacks, and the way they’d sit in Harry’s dressing room, sharing earbuds, as they listened to each other’s favorite songs. Simon, oblivious to the shift in their dynamic, only saw the skyrocketing publicity and the tabloids eating up their every move.

But the day Simon called them in changed everything.

Sitting in his sleek office, Simon leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Congratulations, you two. The PR arrangement was a massive success. The buzz you’ve generated has been phenomenal. But it’s time to wrap things up.”

Y/N’s heart dropped. She glanced at Harry, her face instantly pale. “Wrap things up?” she asked, her voice trembling.

Simon nodded briskly. “The contract is over. The narrative has run its course. You’ll both announce the breakup through your teams in a week, and we’ll transition to new opportunities.”

The weight of his words sank in, and Y/N’s eyes welled up. “No…” she whispered, shaking her head. Her breaths came in shallow gasps as tears began streaming down her face. Without thinking, she turned to Harry, burying her face in his chest. Harry’s arms came around her immediately, holding her protectively, his jaw tight as he fought to stay composed.

“Simon,” Harry began, his voice steady but laced with desperation. “We’re not just pretending anymore. This isn’t just PR. We’ve… we’ve actually fallen for each other. Please don’t do this.”

Simon’s brow furrowed. “Harry, you know how this industry works. This was always temporary. Staying together beyond the contract will only create complications for your careers. The fans move on, and so should you two.”

Y/N sobbed harder against Harry’s chest, her hands clutching his shirt as though letting go would shatter her completely. Her shoulders shook violently, and Harry tightened his hold on her, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Simon, I’m begging you,” Harry said, his voice breaking. “We can make it work. It doesn’t have to affect our careers—”

“Enough,” Simon interrupted firmly. “My word is final. You both knew what you signed up for.”

Harry’s pleas fell on deaf ears as Simon dismissed them. The couple left the office in silence, their world crumbling around them.

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The news broke a week later: “Harry Styles and Y/N End Their Relationship After a Year of Dating.” The official statements from their teams were clinical, thanking fans for their support but making it clear the breakup was mutual. Fans were heartbroken, flooding social media with old pictures and videos of the couple, dissecting every moment of their love story.

For Harry and Y/N, the separation was devastating. Y/N threw herself into her music, pouring her heartbreak into lyrics that painted a vivid picture of love lost. Fans speculated that some of the tracks in her album were about Harry, with lyrics that hinted at their stolen moments and bittersweet ending.

Harry wasn’t subtle either. His album featured tracks with raw, aching lines that mirrored Y/N’s heartbreak. Years after their breakup, they continued to write about each other, their albums littered with traces of their love story.

One of Y/N’s fans posted a theory online: “It’s like they’re still talking to each other through their music. They’re literally replying to each other.”

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Years passed, but neither Harry nor Y/N publicly moved on. At award shows, when they were in the same room, fans noticed the lingering glances and stolen moments of eye contact. Even though Simon had torn them apart, their love story lived on through their music, a reminder of what they had—and what they had lost.

A/N: One last chapter left…

PART 6: Every Breath You Take

[vinaxxo]

17+ | I want you in my bed 🩶 (song by millionaires)

A/N: I live tomas. I laugh tomas. I love tomas. I wanna treat this beautiful man to dinner, and i want him to *********** my ***** and *************. This came out longer than expected, oops! LISTEN TO THE SONG. If you listened to it tell me in the comments!!

I think Tomas would really appreciate your help. Lucky for him, YOU ALL BOUT THAT!!! (you should be if you’re reading this)

CONTENT: nsfw, fem reader. we’re all pervs, next.

Tomas had the longest day. During training, recruits screwed up drills, causing Bi han to punish them all with even more taxing ones– to which he had to demonstrate and practice with the other ninjas ten times as hard.

While he was sparring with Kuai Liang, Tomas missed more than a few hits that would’ve been guaranteed had he been in top shape. Not that he isn’t now, but off days are inevitable, as nobody is perfect.

Tomas, frustrated, silently headed to the bathroom near his quarters, hoping to wash the day down the drain.

As the water ran down his toned back and arms, he let his head roll, completely forgetting about the plans he made with you to grab dinner at Madame Bo’s. The water soothed Tomas for a while before the frustration came clawing right back at him. He turned the water off soon after washing his body with a sigh.

After finishing your work for the day, you refresh yourself with a quick bath and fix up your appearance. You’d die before you let Tomas see you looking crazy, as if he hasn’t seen you beat up and disheveled after a fight. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to look good for him, he’s your biggest crush. Everything from the way he walks to talks has you leaping over the moon, and you wonder if he notices. You don’t think he has. Even if he’s teased you back before, you were never sure if he was flirting or not.

You checked your phone, which read 10. Tomas said he’d come by to get you, but it’s been at least thirty minutes after the time you both agreed on. You hope that he didn’t forget, but you open messages and send him a text. He’s been good at keeping up with newer technology with your help, cutely enough. You wait a little for a response, but nothing comes through.

Maybe Lin Kuei territory cell service isn’t the best? Shit.

Since you know where Tomas stays in the temple, you take it upon yourself to meet him at his quarters. He could be sleeping, which makes your steps unintentionally light as you approach his door. Dim light came from under the heavy wood, further fueling your curiosity.

The door made no noise as it was pushed aside, revealing Tomas on his bed. No shirt on, dick in hand, Tomas panted as he stroked himself, dying for any type of relief. It was beyond concerning that he didn’t notice you— he must’ve really been off his game. Not knowing what the fuck to do, you stand there and blush, feeling your heart beat in your head… and core.

“Damn it.” he huffed, letting go of his dick and running a hand through his hair. Tomas finally looked at you for a second before his eyes widened, face paling, and he immediately shoved a pillow into his lap. He wished his abilities would make him disappear without hesitation, but he was frozen.

He looked almost defeated. He was at a loss for words, but you weren’t that far off his wavelength. Tomas’ rosy blush from a moment ago returned, and he met your eyes again. His expression was bashful, but not as much as you’d expect from him.

“...How long have you been there?” he asked, clutching the pillow.

You respond quickly, not wanting silence to overcome you both again. “Not that long…” You feel bad for doing him like this, but really, this has got to be your biggest break. You can’t miss such an opportunity! (Fuck dinner when you can have Tomas instead.)

“I can help… if you want me to,” You offer with a sheepish smile, stepping into the room and letting the door slide closed behind you. Tomas looks you up and down with those silver eyes, and you can see his fist tighten its grip on the pillow, his knuckles going white. He studies you hard, weighing all the possibilities in his head. He’s tired and unsatisfied, but you could be the solution to that… He briefly wondered why he hadn't approached you before.

Though his mouth didn’t move, his eyes said everything for him. He wanted you to help. He needed you to help. He needed you. Taking his silence as a yes, you crawl onto the bed and put your hand on his, slowly moving that pesky pillow out of your way. He hissed at the chill of the air as his cock twitched, looking down at his lap before making eye contact with you again, this time with a lustful glint in his eye.

He placed his hands on the bed by his sides, lounging back slightly, watching you like a hawk. You reposition yourself and kneel, taking his dick into your hand and giving it a teasing stroke, to which Tomas’ breath hitched. Your body was thrumming with anticipation.

All you’ve ever wanted was to kneel before Tomas like this and show him how much you wanted him; he was so big, and feeling the weight of his cock made your underwear stickier than it already was. Tomas was sensitive because of his previous attempts to try cumming, so every touch you gave him made his cock twitch even more.

Without any warning, you went down on him with your drooling mouth, humming in delight when one of his surprisingly soft hands buried itself in your hair. He groaned, letting his brows become furrowed as he got used to the feeling around his cock. Your mouth was sucking him in so tight. It was like lava the way it made him feel like he was fucking melting.

“It’s so warm,” Tomas moaned and bit his lip, slightly moving his hips closer to your mouth. You gagged slightly, struggling to take him to the base in one go as your hands wandered to his thigh. Tomas felt his dick throb again as you lowered your head, and it was hard for him to not just manhandle you in that moment. He wanted nothing more than to push your head down further on his cock, but he decided to be gracious for your sake. He’d feel a little bad if your throat ended up being sore because of his greed. How sweet of him, right?

As you started to bob your head, lewd wet noises sounded through the room mixed with Tomas’ heavenly moans. They weren’t overly loud, but the edge to them added to the satisfaction you got from pleasing him. Your saliva and his precum made his dick glisten in the warm light as you hollowed out your mouth, earning you a grunt.

“Ugh..!” Tomas whined, gripping your hair tighter as he started feeling lightheaded. His hips were starting to involuntarily buck up into your mouth, which you welcomed with a moan of your own. He was starting to lose it, and bad. As his mind started to swirl with more and more filthy thoughts, he found it impossible to be gentlemanly any longer.

“I’m sorry—“ was all he murmured before he started moving your mouth up and down on his cock, releasing his loudest groan yet. It felt too good, the stress he felt from earlier dissipated completely as his mind turned numb from the way you gave him head. He never knew how much he’d been missing out on until this moment. Your beautiful face choking on his cock, sticky fluids coating your lips, your eyes glossy and glittering, he couldn’t have asked for a better sight.

You eagerly returned his greed with your own, choking briefly and breathing through your nose before swirling your tongue where you could while sucking on his dick harder than before. Tomas’ head and eyes rolled back as he swore in what you presumed to be czech. He looked so sexy like this, your fantasies could never compare to the real thing. You were getting wetter by the second. Tomas tried to keep his voice down, not wanting his brothers or any passerby to suspect anything, but it was hard. Really hard.

Before he knew it, your scalp was being tugged on enough to make you feel a burn— Tomas was signaling that he was close without saying a word. His pants grew a little faster as his thigh muscles clenched under your hands, and his eyes were lidded as they looked down at you.

“I’m— I’m gonna cum—” Tomas grunted, trying to pull your head off. How unclean would he be if he let himself release into your mouth? He only ever imagined it in his own fantasies, but he was under the impression that you wouldn’t like his cum in your throat. That’s why he was surprised by your resistance as you kept your pretty lips suctioned around the head of his dick. His expression was confused for a moment before it melted back into pleasure as his high came over him like a tidal wave.

He came in your mouth with a another grunt, the huge load leaking from your lips. You took in a breath after pulling off, the sticky strings connecting your tongue to his cock still keeping you both together in a way. Tomas put a hand in his hair and eyed you down, partly speechless.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” He asked, cracking his cute, classic smile. He was trying not to look at your lips that were still connected to his tip with the white strings of his cum— he’d be damned if he got hard in front of your face.

You licked your lips and playfully squeezed his thighs, silently admiring the solid muscle they carried.

“Just now.”

Tomas’ brow raised. You really never gave any head before? That was the best thing he’s ever felt. You ruined his hand for him. He then noticed the way you observed him with your eyes, the way you pawed at him, the way your thighs were squeezed together… fuck. His dick stood right back up against his will, which was the queue you were waiting for.

“I’m assuming you can help me with this too?” Tomas asked, letting himself pull you into his lap. He looked up at you curiously, allowing his hands to rub your lower back and trace the skin there. He sent shivers down your spine, made you weak in the knees— you couldn’t believe this was happening right now.

“Yeah… I can help.” You manage to say meekly, suddenly feeling shy under Tomas’ gaze. The way he looked at you never failed to make you feel like jelly, helpless to his effortless charm. He allowed his back to rest against the pillows, giving you the chance to do what you want. His hands, however, never left your body.

Eagerly but nervously, you pull your pants off and discard them, revealing dark gray lace. You forgot you had that pair on, immediately feeling heat rush to your ears. Tomas was never supposed to see your panties tonight, even if you did wear them because you were planning to have dinner with him.

Tomas tore his eyes off your underwear to smirk up at you, even being bold enough to snap the hem of them against your hip.

“Did you wear these for me?” He chuckled, bringing your hips down so you sat in his lap once more. When he pulled you down, your hands automatically planted themselves on his chest. It was soft, yet firm, you realized. A perfect match.

“My color looks good on you. Would you be mad if I told you I wanted to see you in these again?” Tomas peered at you with a mischievous smile, insinuating that he wanted to do stuff like this again with you in the future.

Susceptible to his mere existence, you nodded your head, letting him guide your clit to his cock. You started to grind against him, the wet spot on your underwear growing at a rapid pace. Tomas bit his lip and helped you, the delicious friction of fabric making his cock leak like crazy. As your low moans rang in his ears, he felt something inside of him snap. He needed to hear more.

Tomas pulled your panties aside and slid his middle finger up your cunt, surprised at how easy it went in. “You’re so wet,” he commented incredulously, looking at you for answers as he was able to slide in another thick finger. You whimpered above him, grinding yourself down on his fingers as all your inhibitions melted away.

“I wanted you so bad…” you mumbled, pussy clamping down on whatever he gave you. It was something, but it wasn’t enough. You really couldn’t wait any longer, the need to beg for more bubbled in your throat. Tomas blushed a little at your confession, feeling the heat rise in his stomach. His dick was aching to be touched again.

“Just let me on it already, Tomas, please,” you sniveled, already pulling his hand from your cunt and holding his dick. He didn’t object as your sopping pussy lowered onto his cock, swallowing it into your warmth. Tomas swore in czech again, this time a short string of different words, grabbing your ass with both hands on either side.

“Ngh, so tigh—“ cutting him off with a kiss as you easily let him bottom out, you both moan against each other’s lips. He gropes at the soft skin of your ass as you run your hands over his chest, letting your tongue play with his while your hips start to move back and forth in his lap.

This sensation made him bite your lip, enjoying the small sound you make when he does. He could feel his cock twitch between your velvety walls, ugh, he could never go back to his pathetic hand after this. Not after he’s had a taste of heaven.

When you reposition your legs at Tomas’ sides to get a more stable position, you feel him easily lift you up just to pull you right back down on his cock. It pulled two loud moans from you both as you got drunk off each other. Tomas felt his greed take the reins again as he helped you to start bouncing on his big dick— you were really starting to feel the stretch now. He was thick, and even with how wet you were, the strain on your pussy made you shake.

Sparing you the work like the sweetheart he is, he helped you ride him at a faster pace, causing you both to make more noise adding to the sounds of your sloppy cunt gushing around his dick. It felt unbelievably amazing, the way he massaged your walls and repeatedly rammed into your weak spot.

You weighed nothing to Tomas, so moving your body up and down quickly like a doll came easy. He watched your face as he dug his nails into your hips, memorizing every expression of ecstasy you made.

If nobody in the temple heard you both before, they sure did now. Tomas fucked up your insides like there was no tomorrow and you couldn’t escape him if you tried— not that you ever wanted to. You tried kissing him again only to be get open mouthed messy ones, your tongues being the only thing that could keep you both close together. Tomas groaned against your lips when you put your hands in his hair, your tits pushing up against his pecs as you did so.

Tomas never wanted to leave this moment. You got him addicted to this feeling, there’s no way he’d ever turn back. His cock was being squeezed and fucked so well, he felt his orgasm creeping up on him earlier than he expected. Oh well, that's what more rounds are for, right?

“T-Tomas, I’m g-gonna cum!” you whined, squealing when he started to slam you down on his dick even faster. He was kissing your cervix at this point, he’ll probably leave it bruised! As you babbled to him about your impending orgasm, Tomas nipped and kissed your neck after he sat up, his cock starting to twitch once again deep inside your pussy.

“L-Let’s cum together, just cum with me,” Tomas said breathlessly, rolling his hips up into you. You saw stars, Tomas’ voice commanding you with ease. As soon as your core clenched tightly and spasmed around his cock, he came, spurting his thick, hot cum up into your cunt.

He groaned loudly and panted again afterwards, the spasms of your pussy milking him dry as his release oozed down his cock from your entrance. You shook and whined in his ear, struggling to control how your body trembled in Tomas’ arms. He held you closer to him and stole your incoming thoughts away with a sensual kiss.

Not even a second after said kiss, you felt Tomas’ cock harden again inside you, and he gave you a wry smile. He wasn’t done, as he had so much pent up energy from even before today. You were in for a long night. Not that you minded, you always wanted to provide for Tomas, because you’re madly in love with him— and now you know he’s madly in love with you.

© vinaxxo 2024. Do not use my works for ai, or reposting to different platforms.

[redvdress]

CHEMISTRY GENIUS

A/N after you failed your chemistry test and kuroo laughed at you exactly like that (photo), he didn’t waste this opportunity to show you why literally everyone (except you) had asked him to study together, i bet kenma passes his exams only because kuroo exists. but it’s still kuroo we’re talking about, so enjoy this canon and teasing kuroo

Kuroo Tetsurou had a plan. The moment you had agreed to a study session, he couldn’t help but smirk, knowing full well he’d turn this “study session” into something more.

Sure, chemistry was important, and he’d help you, but when it came to spending time with you, every moment counted—and he had no intention of letting it go to waste.

You had agreed to study at a local café near Nekoma High. It was quiet, cozy, and not too far from either of your homes, making it the perfect spot. You had arrived a bit early, already seated at a table near the back, your notebook open and headphones in place.

You were focused, as usual, probably reading over some material before Kuroo showed up.

Kuroo, on the other hand, had taken his time getting there. Not because he wasn’t eager—he was—but because he knew exactly how to make an entrance. He slipped through the door, spotted you immediately, and smirked as he approached you from behind.

“Chibi-chan” (i BET this man calls you like this even if you’re just a little shorter than him and even if you’re taller, he just couldn’t help but tease you) he greeted in a sing-song voice, causing you to jump slightly, pulling one of your headphones out as you turned to face him.

“Kuroo, you scared me,” you said, though your voice was calm, almost as if you expected his sudden appearance.

Kuroo just grinned as he slid into the seat next to you, not across from you as you might’ve anticipated. “Well, I wouldn’t want you getting too comfortable before the real fun begins,” he teased, setting his bag down.

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Fun? I thought we were studying.”

Kuroo leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest, a devilish glint in his eyes. “Oh, we’re studying. But I never said studying couldn’t be fun, did I?”

You shot him a skeptical look, but the slight smile playing at the corners of your lips betrayed your amusement.

“Alright, Mr. Chemistry Genius, let’s get started.”

He pulled his chair closer to yours, the space between them practically nonexistent now. Kuroo made a show of flipping through his own notes, but the entire time, his eyes kept darting back to you. After a few moments, he casually reached out, his hand brushing against yours as if by accident. When you didn’t pull away, he smirked.

“Hey, you didn’t answer my question from the other day,” he said suddenly, breaking the focus you had been putting into reading.

You blinked, confused. “What question?”

Kuroo leaned in slightly, his voice lowering as if he were telling you a secret. “About whether or not this counts as a date.”

You felt your cheeks warm slightly at the suggestion, your focus faltering for a moment. “We’re… studying,” you replied, attempting to sound indifferent. “So, no.”

“Oh, come on,” Kuroo teased, nudging you lightly with his shoulder. “We’re at a café. Just the two of us. Sitting next to each other…” His fingers lightly tapped against yours again, this time more deliberate.

“I’d say it has all the ingredients for a date.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, though your blush deepened. “You think everything is a date.”

“Only when it’s with you,” Kuroo replied smoothly, his tone playful but sincere.

You tried to focus on your notes again, but Kuroo wasn’t having it. He shifted his attention to your hand, lightly tracing his fingers over yours before gently taking your hand in his. “You know” he said, turning your hand over, “for someone who claims not to care about this being a date, you haven’t exactly let go of my hand.”

You shot him a quick glare, but the way he was looking at you, that soft smirk on his face, made it hard to be annoyed.

You huffed slightly. “Because you’re holding it.”

“And yet… you’re not pulling away,” Kuroo pointed out, his voice teasing yet soft.

He brought your hand closer, his thumb running over your knuckles in a surprisingly gentle manner before he lifted it slightly and placed a small kiss on the back of your hand.

It was so subtle, yet so charged with the soft warmth between them, that you felt your heart race.

“Kuroo…” you muttered, your tone half-warning, half-embarrassed.

“Yes, Chibi-chan?” he replied, his lips still hovering close to your hand.

You sighed, trying to focus. “Are we here to study or…?”

Kuroo grinned, finally releasing your hand but not before placing another kiss there. “Of course we are. But,” he added, leaning in just a little closer, “I’m just making sure you stay motivated.”

You rolled your eyes, though a small smile tugged at your lips. You knew he wasn’t going to make this study session normal—he never did anything the ‘normal’ way when it came to you. But the teasing, the light touches, the way he looked at you like he was always planning his next move—it made studying with him fun in its own way. And, though you’d never admit it aloud, you liked that he kept things interesting.

You spent the next hour going over your notes. True to his word, Kuroo was helpful, explaining difficult concepts in chemistry with ease, his voice confident but never condescending. Every now and then, he’d throw in a teasing comment or joke, making you laugh despite your best efforts to stay focused.

“See, this isn’t so bad, is it?” Kuroo said, leaning in again as he pointed out something on your notebook.

You glanced up at him. “I guess it’s… alright.”

“‘Alright?’” Kuroo repeated, raising an eyebrow. “I’ll have you know, I’m an excellent tutor. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve just earned myself the title of ‘Best Chemistry Teacher Ever.’”

You chuckled. “Is that so?”

“Mhm,” Kuroo said, turning to face you fully.

He rested his chin in his hand, looking at you with a soft smile. “And if you pass the next test, I’ll accept my reward in the form of another study date.”

You shook your head, trying not to smile. “You really think this counts as a date?”

Kuroo leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to that soft, teasing tone he used only when you were alone.

“If I get to spend time with you like this, it counts as a date to me.”

You felt your cheeks warm again, but you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Impossible to resist?” Kuroo teased, his grin wide.

You nudged him with your shoulder again. “Let’s get back to studying, Kuroo.”

Kuroo laughed, pulling back just slightly but still staying close. “Alright, alright. But just so you know, I’m counting this as our third date.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, though you couldn’t hide your amusement. “You’ve already counted?”

“Of course I have,” Kuroo replied, his tone almost serious. “Gotta keep track of every moment we spend together, Chibi-chan. Especially when you keep me on my toes.”

You continued studying for a while longer, the playful teasing between you never quite fading, but it only added to the warmth that had been growing steadily between you.

It wasn’t until the café started to dim its lights slightly, signaling that closing time was near, that Kuroo finally leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms out.

“Well, that was productive,” he said, glancing over at you. “And you’re officially a chemistry genius now, thanks to me.”

You laughed softly. “I don’t know if I’d go that far.”

“Don’t sell yourself short. You were a great student.” He stood up, grabbing his bag and offering his hand to you.

“Now, come on. I’ll walk you home.”

As you walked out of the café, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself .

Study session or not, Kuroo always found a way to make everything feel like a date—and honestly, you didn’t mind it one bit.

[bidisasterevankinard]

Wip Wednesday

do I have the stage where I start new wips but barely write the one's I have because I'm super indecisive and not inspired? yes. let's hope soon I will be fine and work on my wips I want to work on. Anyway meet new wip where bucktommy will have long angst in their relationship because Tommy needs to grief "what ifs" with Sal he never thought about till he sees Sal as Captain of 118 (it's an au where Sal is a captain instead of Gerass)(it's only the start of the fic btw)

thanks to nonny @racerchix21 and this song (the title taken from the song and it's "I tried to go on like I never knew you"

Tommy knows it all should be in the past. In stolen kisses in bars they knew Gerrard and the team would never come too. In usually passionate and wild - almost never tender and sweet - sex. In secrets they shared under sheets, when they both knew that the moment their fabric cover was gone they couldn't talk about those moments of comfort and vulnerability they shared. In breakfast’s Sal made for him and his nonna's lasagna recipe Tommy cooked for the man. In wild dreams Tommy knew could never be a reality. Especially not when Sal changed stations and firstly their meetups were less and less frequent until they stopped after Sal’s wedding. 

And Tommy swears he thought he was over it. Over Sal. Over dreams of the future they could never share. But one look at the man whose appearance barely changed since Tommy last saw him five years ago, staying near 118 trucks the same way he always did, while talking with Chim, and all that got back at him. All the memories of stolen love and painful hope to be happy, proud and loved. Preferably by his “best friend”. By the one of the best men he ever met even if they could be rough with each other or rude or just wrong. Sal always came back with sorry, that Tommy knew was genuine. They were so wrong together, but also so wrongly perfect. So electric. Sal made him feel how almost no one could. Only his first crush Eric from the army, Sal and …

“Hey, handsome, sorry for the delay, Hen needed help to choose a present for Karen,” Evan kissed his cheeks, smiling like thousands of suns.

If Tommy didn’t know and was pretty acquainted with Evan’s quirks and little signs of his fatigue, he would never think the man just ended his 48 hour shift.

“It’s fine, baby.”

Tommy smiles and he hopes his inner turmoil of seeing an old friend is not shown on his face.

“Have you met my new captain yet?”

“No, but I don’t need to.”

Evan adorably tits his head and Tommy wants his heart to be so fast only because of it and the taste of Evan’s lip balm on his cheek, but he swears he can feel the taste of liquor he and Sal were drinking last time they kissed. Right before Sal asked Jennifer out on their first date.

“I worked with Sal. Even more than Chim and Hen,” Tommy says and Evan for a second frowns and then hits his face.

“And they were no less inseparable as you and Eddie,” Chim says, with the loud sound of gum bubbles breaking.

Tommy doesn’t know when he and Sal got closer to them, but he would really happy if they never see that Tommy was there at all. 

“God, of course. In my defense it was so long ago I just haven’t even thought that all three of you were a team.”

“Yeah, I left the station almost a decade ago and it feels like it was in another life, so it’s fine, Buck.” 

Sal smiles at his boyfriend and Tommy wants to make as much room between them as possible. Maybe it will help him to to separate all these feelings of worry and anxiety and love and confusion from the sight of the man he had loved for years, but had never had the opportunity to own his love completely for himself, never feeling that Sal had given him his heart, and a man who he knows is step away from get into his own chest and rip out his heart with all the vessels and give it to Tommy if he just says the word. Sal would never do it even if Tommy would beg

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[reve-writes]

—the 1; leon kennedy.

ʚ leon kennedy x reader | resident evil | 2k words. ʚ based on taylor swift's the 1. | you've requested for backup on a mission. the backup happens to be your ex-boyfriend, agent leon kennedy, whom you're not really over. ʚ exes-to-lovers (kind of); fluff; some injuries because it's re; profanity. ʚ a/n this fic came to be because i'mmissing my ukulele and the 1 was one of the first songs i learned on it. you can tell i suck at ending my fics nasjkgnajgnwr

You have requested for backup.

All of this zombie-slaying, information-hunting activity is usually not a walk in the park, but this mission is harsher than usual, taking everything out of you and then some. You fear that you may be flying home in a zipped-up plastic bag or worse, no homecoming at all. Lost in some city, a couple hours of chopper ride away from your cozy apartment—a terrible way to go.

Hunnigan's screen-lit face appears on your handheld device. You can hear the clack clack clack of a keyboard as she types away.

“Okay, you're not going to like this.” Her voice sounds through your in-ear.

“I don't like a lot of things.”

“He's the only agent available in the area,” she says slowly, as if she's weaving her way through a broken glass path. “I know your... history, but he's the only one who can help at the moment.”

“Okay, I take it back,” you protest. “I'll be fine without backup, Hunnigan. Don't—”

“Good luck.”

Her line goes down and you're left staring at an empty screen. Cursing under your breath, you're already attempting to connect back into the line, only to be answered by the constant tut tut of an answered call.

You're hunkering down inside an abandoned supermarket. Most of the townspeople are too bloodthirsty to care for a pack of Snickers and a can of Sprite. You're sitting on the ground, back leaning against the check-out counter. Faint moonlight trickles through the glass door as you sit in silent, pondering.

Is he really coming?

You are mature enough to handle the break up and the painstaking move out process (although you still have a jacket left at his place that you're too reluctant to grab). You don't think you can handle a whole mission with him, despite it having been over four months since the fateful 'it's over.'

You aren't mature enough to see him—afraid that it will have you reconsidering if walking out was a good idea (as much as you wanted to stay when he pulled the plug). Besides, he is tangled up with a past lover-turned-enemy and world-ending catastrophe. You're also busy with your own missions and your fair share of bioweapon disasters. Schedules clash, this was inevitable.

Fifteen minutes passed before you even attempt to contact Hunnigan once more. Her pixelated face reappears as usual.

“His ETA?” You finally ask. Beggars can't be choosers, and right now you're practically on your knees, pleading.

“Ten minutes,” she replies. “Stay put. He's been directed there.”

“Great,” you grumble. “Can't wait.”

Hunnigan sighs. “Keep me updated.”

With a click, the line is disconnected and you're left on your lonesome once again. Not for long, you assume, since apparently your former lover, Agent Kennedy is joining you soon.

God, what do you even say to him?

“Hey.”

“Jesus!” He jumps, not expecting you to be so close to the entrance door. “Hey.”

He stares at you, his flashlight blinding your eyes as he shines it in your direction. You use your hand to block some of the lights, still sitting with one of your knees bent, back pressed against the cashier counter.

He hasn't changed much since the last time you saw him. Same broad shoulders. Same dirty blond mop of hair with bangs that get into his eyes every so often. You once took the opportunity to tie his bangs up into a miniature ponytail that stuck up like a sprout on his head. He's also wearing the black leather jacket you helped him pick out. Too many memories, threads of your life too tangled to pull apart.

“Nice trip?” You want to recoil into yourself as you make small talk. It feels strange—you know him too well for this idle chat. At least, you used to. He switches off his flashlight, moving to investigate the supermarket you're sheltered in.

Leon's expression doesn't betray any emotion. Just the furrowed set of his eyebrow and thin line formed by his lips. You wonder if he has thought about you as much as you have him in the past few months.

“Yeah. Like going on a vacation,” he replies, pressing a button on the cash register which ejects the cash drawer. A loud ding sounds and somewhere outside a loud growl answers. “We should find somewhere safer. Let's rest up and make our move in the morning.”

“The managerial office is in the back,” you suggest. “Should be safe enough.”

It is safe but also somewhat cramped for two adults. A square room with one small window, a desk paired with a chair and a couch that takes up most of the space. Leon locks the door behind you as you settle on the carpeted floor, leaning back on the couch. You're so tired, having run around the infected city chasing tips that go up in smoke the closer you think you're getting.

“You okay?” Leon asks, coming to sit cross-legged across from you. Your ankle almost grazes his knees as he leans back on the wall. What a small room.

“Why wouldn't I be?”

“You did ask for backup.”

Sighing, you withdraw one of your legs, unzipping your boots and twisting your ankles, hissing when you feel a sharp pain. “I fucked up my leg running. Also got some minor cuts. I wanted backup in case I couldn't walk tomorrow.”

Leon's gloved hand is already reaching for your bruised ankle, but he stops before skin contacts skin. “Can I?”

“You don't have to. It's not as bad as it looks.”

“I know what a sprained ankle looks like,” he mutters. “Wait here.”

With that, he's gone and you let out a huge sigh of relief. You don't even realise how much his presence has compressed the air in your lungs until the moment he leaves. You should've just sucked it up and gone solo as you were supposed to. Does he share the same sentiment? Is he wishing that he is somewhere kicking his feet up and having tropical drinks instead of a dingy, abandoned supermarket with you?

Before you can dwell too long, the door reopens and Leon slips inside with an armful of knick-knacks. Bandages, snacks, bottled water and a half-melted ice pack. He spills them onto the floor and sits closer to you, bright blues staring at the swelling near your heel.

“Let me help,” he says.

Stubbornly, you shake your head. “I can do it myself.”

He calls your name for the first time in months and your heart feels like it's been jump-started to life—obnoxiously beating inside your ribcage.

“Yeah. Fine. Whatever,” you splutter. Gloved hands move to massage your foot, twisting your ankle so heartlessly you're hissing and hitting the floor with your fist. “Leon, what the fuck?”

“It will feel better,” he reassures and you hate when his reassurance works. His voice so suggestive it practically hypnotises you. You hope, for your sake, he never finds out the effect he has on you. In an attempt for distraction, he asks, “How have you been?”

“Excellent,” you hiss out. “Caught up with work, but I've been good. What about you?”

You half-wish that he hasn't been good, perhaps he drinks a little too much on some nights to forget you. You know you've been drinking a lot more since he left.

His eyes occasionally dart from your leg to your face as he continues rolling your ankle. “That's... good. I've been good, too.”

“I've been picking up new hobbies, too,” you continue. “Tried Wushu. I may return for more lessons after this.”

You don't tell him that on the first class you attended, there was a blue-eyed, blond-haired man who looked so much like him. You accidentally called the man Leon—which led to an awkward conversation you don't care to recall. You also don't tell him that you see glimpses of him in your peripherals as you go about your day.

“We planned to sign up together, but never got around to,” he muses.

That sentence encapsulates how your relationship went in the last couple of months before it ended. Spoken plans with no execution. Promises left hanging. Apologetic voicemails. Cancelled reservations.

Yet, despite it all, you and him were something great. You were mission partners-turned-friends-turned-lovers. You worked together so well, your chemistry was off the charts. Sometimes he knew what you were going to do before you did. It's ironic that the missions that brought you together is also the one that drove you apart.

“We should have.”

If you're a better person, you would have left well enough alone and ceased following the trail going down the reminiscence rabbit hole.

However, you are not.

He hums—a nonscandalous response that doesn't lead you further towards or away from the hungry monster that is nostalgia. His hands stop their ministrations, finally leaving your ankle alone and then grabs a roll of elastic bandage and starts wrapping them around the swelling.

“Heard you went on a date with... Angela, wasn't it?” You are poking a sleeping bear with a stick.

“Wasn't a date,” he clarifies—he knows doesn't have to, but there's a nagging feeling that won't leave you with the misunderstanding. “We're old friends.”

“Do you think we can still—” You swallow. One last chance to stop running your mouth, but you don't take the opportunity, carrying on foolishly, like an insect falling into a pitcher plant. “—sign up for the classes together?”

You just can't let what died rest in peace, just have to pull out your shovel to dig and poke at the dried earth. He doesn't realise but he pulls a little too hard on the bandage and you're swatting his arm, hissing.

“You're cutting off my circulation,” you protest.

“Sorry,” Leon sighs, undoing the bandage before rewrapping your ankle with a clean one. There's a deep set of frown on his face. It prompts you to immediately apologise.

“I shouldn't have asked,” you say. “I'm sorry.”

“Don't apologise.” He delicately secures the bandage and presses the melting ice pack onto your wrapped ankle.

You have one leg bent while the sprained one lies limp on the floor. You press your chin on your knee. “Thanks.”

“You should be able to walk it off in the morning,” says Leon. “You can have the couch. Get some rest. I'll keep watch.”

You express your gratitude once again as you pull yourself up, not moving your ice-compressed ankle too much as you sink into the soft cushions. “Good night, Leon.”

Leon pulls the chair out from behind the desk and sets it down next to the couch. He thinks you're asleep, but you suddenly call out to him and as much as he wants to pretend he doesn't hear you, he can't.

“Rest,” he orders.

“Do you think if—”

“Let's drop the what ifs,” he stubbornly interrupts.

However, you're just as stubborn as he is. Why else were you such a fitting pair? “I really thought you were it, you know, the one.”

Leon remembers walking out of his apartment after dropping the all-ending line. An argument over something not-so significant, but past small events kept being dogpiled on top of one another until it turned into you raising your voice and him being defensive. Each step out of the living room felt like shedding a part of himself. The empty drawers you left still remain unfilled to this day. He only sleeps on his side of the bed, even though yours has been cold for months.

“Get some rest.”

It's too late. The flood gate has been opened and everything is spilling over. You're too thick-skulled to quit now, choosing to drown if you have to.

“If I hadn't taken the job, would it be different?”

Leon stares at you, lips parting slightly, brow furrowed in confusion.

“It wasn't—”

“Don't give me that,” you interrupt. Your voice turns mocking. “It wasn't you, it was me. Yeah, right.”

“Why'd you think it was you?”

“I think it was both of us. I was just wondering if we could've done something.”

He lets himself be pulled under, too. A flood of repressed emotions he drowned by scraping the bottom of liquor suddenly comes up for air and he's already asking you, “Is it too late now?”

You move to sit up on the couch, facing him. “You tell me. What do you think, Leon?”

“I think I might've made a mistake, leaving.”

“We can fix that.”

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[originalgenshinscenarios]

Request of platonic between mother and son

Guizhong and reader

Summery short: long time ago when guizhong adopted y/n ans after long time he get some power that saved guizhong and made respect for zhongli since he wasn’t trust him unfortunately he dissappear after khaenri'ah and 500 years he return wonder if she and zhongli alive small reuinon and than once he go to find guizhong, she felt that y/n was back so she sing him lullaby that he was used to when he get scared or when he cry

Song: https://youtu.be/BB75ZCMX0GE?si=E3llcopXrKDbJY75

Thank you for your blessing (letting me write small guili crumbs into this)

But DAAAMN WE GOT GUIZHONG ANNON FAMILY FORMING! We got Ash annon (Guizhong's sibling) now you as the son :D

Guizhong reuniting with her son

Content includes: cannon divergence (Reader saves Guizhong during the archon war), Guizhong x Zhongli bits

Reader here is: Male

Ever since your disappearance Guizhong was desperately looking for you. She tried even making inventions to make it easier to find you.

And of course others had started looking for you as well. Zhongli among his duty as an archon found it still to use every second of his free time to search. Xianyun and Ping got other adepti to help as well.

However, a search party could only last so long before giving up hope. Ping was first who tried suggesting Guizhong to move on, she pretended to accept this... But everyone knew better on how she truly felt.

It was a dark time for her indeed. Nobody could calm her for she missed you too dearly.

The realm she created for you was left untouched, she locked it with a puzzle lock not even the wisest could solve and the mightiest could break.

Sometimes she would enter though, just to look at your belongings, sometimes hum you a lullaby; hoping you could hear it somehow...

Seeing her in such distress, Zhongli fully committed after announcing Morax's death. The deal with Tsaritsa was a perfect opportunity to get out of something that took up such portion of his time. Even if by that point he was just putting up appearances.

Nobody knew it was you who looked for them as well. As many Khaenr'iah survivors you were trying to find your way. You wondered how long had passed... If your mother was still well...

The realm of the abyss was dark, or was it a domain? You had no idea. You were weak and surrounded by enemies wherever you went.

You tried to find your way, not really knowing how the time was passing. After a lot of time and effort you finally made it out so now it was time to head to Liyue.

The path felt familiar, but it felt different- you could tell a lot of things had changed... But you only looked for your way home.

With each step a familiar melody slowly started to bless your ears. You ran towards the source of the sound and that's where she was...

When she saw you she couldn't believe it, it took only a moment before happy tears came down like waterfalls and she pulled you closely to embrace you, feeling like if she were to let go you'd disappear again.

While sobbing she continues the lullaby, and as she calmed down she stopped. Suddenly feeling protective she started checking if you weren't hurt. You may be all grown up now but it won't stop her from worrying.

She was all over the place with her emotions but still found it in her to listen to you. She was so glad you were okay... Overjoyed even.

During your reunion Zhongli noticed you two, although you've never really been too close... After you saved Guizhong he noticably gotten softer on you. And that was confirmed once again once he joined the family group hug.

As the others were notified of your return- you got pretty much the same overprotective behavior from Xianyun, who also checked if you were okay and insisted she holds a feast in your name... Which made Guizhong competitive and started thinking of more ways to welcome you back.

A lot has changed during your time away... But the way everyone cared about you didn't.

Now it was time to properly catch up with everyone on everything... 500 years sure left a lot of gaps to fill... And quite frankly more songs your mother could sing to you.

~Mod Lisa

[runningthroughthegarden]

i want to wear your initial on a chain round my neck

summary: jack surprises you with a locket engraved with his initial. he finds himself admiring you and the necklace. pure fluff. inspired by call it what you want- taylor swift

you and jack had been dating ever since filming wrapped on scream vi. you had this immediate connection, always being drawn to one another. this being said, you spent every possible moment together. you knew each others favorite songs, food, clothes, everything.

gift giving was your love language so you were always buying jack little things that reminded you of him. so when jack said he had a surprise for you, you were more than excited.

"ok keep your eyes closed!!" jack yelled from across the living room.

feeling the couch dip next to you, you open your hands out. placing a delicate box in your hands, jack smiles to himself.

"open your eyes"

looking down you see a white box delicately wrapped in a light pink bow. feeling nerves catch up to you, you look up at jack for reassurance.

"cmon open it you're killing me" he giggles.

unwrapping the pink ribbon you open the box to see a heart shaped locket with a cursive J engraved on it.

"oh my god" you whisper.

looking up at jack, you feel tears start to well in your eyes.

"it's perfect jack i love it" you exclaim, between a giggle and a sob.

"here let me put it on you"

taking the locket in his hands, you turn around. his hands lightly sweep across your shoulder pushing your hair to one side. clasping the necklace you look down to hold it in your hands. turning around you pepper several kisses along jack's face.

-

getting ready for the scream vi premiere was something you were looking forward to for a really long time. you had just changed into your black silk gown and were admiring yourself in the mirror. looking down to your locket you held onto it smiling to yourself.

the door opens and your curly headed boyfriend turns the corner looking for you.

"wow- you look. i mean. you're breathtaking" he stammers.

turning to face him, you take in his appearance.

"thank you. you look very handsome" you respond pulling him in for a kiss.

breaking away, jack holds your face in his hands taking his time to admire your beauty. he very quickly notices the necklace sitting perfectly on your chest.

"i love seeing my initial on you like this" he whispers.

"not because you own me but because you know me" you say with a cheeky smile.

"yes okay taylor swift" he giggles.

"alright love birds its time to go" jenna calls out to you.

"you ready?" jack asks.

"ready as i'll ever be" you say smiling up at him.

you walk out of the room hand in hand ready to walk to red carpet together.

walking the carpet and doing interviews was always really scary. but now that you had jack, your nerves were suddenly gone.

his hand stayed on your lower back as photographers were shouting your names.

his hand was constantly holding yours during interviews. rubbing small circles with his thumbs to reassure you.

he would find his eyes wandering down to your necklace. a wave of adoration washing over him.

coming home from the premiere you were absolutely wiped out. both you and jack changing into your pjs and getting ready to crash.

"do you want me to help take your makeup off??" he asks, leaning against the bathroom door. pj pants hanging dangerously low on his waist.

"yes please" you sigh, handing him the cotton pad.

lifting your hips to sit on the counter, he slides in-between your legs. he slowly begins dragging the cotton across your face. you hum as your eyes flutter close.

"alright lets get to bed" jack says, kissing your forehead.

walking into your room you flop down in the middle of the bed. jack follows soon after, laying directly on top of you.

"jack!!" you giggle from beneath him. he begins placing kisses all over your collarbone.

using his arms to push himself up, he looks down at you, studying your face. taking the opportunity, you use your leg to flip yourself over. jack's back meeting the bed as you hover over him.

"you should do that more often" jack smirks.

all you do is roll your eyes. his gaze adverts once again to the locket that is now dangling in front of his face. he holds it in his fingers, then looking back at you. planting a deep kiss on your lips.

"i love you" jack whispers.

"i love you too"