#skin radiance tips

[balu88r-blog]

Skin Care - ಬಿಸಿಲಿಗೆ ತ್ವಚೆಯ ಬಣ್ಣ ಬದಲಾಗುತ್ತಾ? ನಿಮ್ಮ ಮುಖದ ಕಾಂತಿ ಹೆಚ್ಚಿಸಲು ಈ ನೈಸರ್ಗಿಕ ಮನೆಮದ್ದನ್ನು ಪ್ರಯತ್ನಿಸಿ!

Skin Care – ಬೆಸಿಗೆಯ ಬಿಸಿ ದಿನದಿಂದ ದಿನಕ್ಕೆ ಹೆಚ್ಚುತ್ತಿದ್ದು, ಬಿಸಿಲಿನ ಹಾನಿಕಾರಕ ಕಿರಣಗಳು ತ್ವಚೆಗೆ ತೀವ್ರವಾದ ಪರಿಣಾಮ ಬೀರುತ್ತವೆ. ಹೆಚ್ಚು ಸಮಯ ಬಿಸಿಲಿನ ಒತ್ತಡಕ್ಕೆ ತೊಳಗಾದಾಗ, ಚರ್ಮ ಟ್ಯಾನ್ ಆಗಿ ತನ್ನ ನೈಸರ್ಗಿಕ ಹೊಳಪು ಕಳೆದುಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತದೆ. ಈ ಸಮಸ್ಯೆಗೆ ಪರಿಹಾರ ಕಂಡುಕೊಳ್ಳಲು ಅನೇಕರು ಮಾರುಕಟ್ಟೆಯಲ್ಲಿನ ಕೆಮಿಕಲ್ ಬೆರೆಸಿದ ಕ್ರೀಮ್ ಮತ್ತು ಬ್ಯೂಟಿ ಪ್ರಾಡಕ್ಟ್‌ಗಳನ್ನು ಬಳಸುತ್ತಾರೆ. ಆದರೆ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಲಭ್ಯವಿರುವ ನೈಸರ್ಗಿಕ ಪದಾರ್ಥಗಳಿಂದಲೂ ಸುಲಭವಾಗಿ ಮುಖದ ಕಾಂತಿ…

[mushimooshy]

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[anantaru]

— doing his eyeliner while sitting on his lap

including. xiao, neuvillette, zhongli

genre. fluff, gn! reader, slightly suggestive

— xiao

"hey, you're shaking xiao, i can't focus."

"tzzz, i'm not," xiao rasps— ugh, you're just so pretty, you know? with a faint dusting of light clinging to your eyes, delicate yet indifferent, as if the universe itself had carelessly bestowed it upon you. he believes there was something unsettling in your gentleness, a quiet radiance that seemed to exist beyond the confines of this world— beyond reason, beyond him.

his hands grip around your waist like you might disappear if he ever dared to let go of you as his ears were dusted a telltale red, to be fair, xiao cannot keep his hands of you, and in his opinion it should always be like this, never too far from each other— forever as he snuggles himself a little closer towards you.

you shift slightly, adjusting your position on his lap as he tenses like a tightly wound wire, his thighs firm beneath you, muscles twitching as if resisting the urge to latch onto you with his soft lips.

you bite back a smile, dipping the tip of the pencil against his lower lash line as his breath shudders, yet this wasn't fear, don't misread xiao for his reaction, it was not from discomfort— just something inside of him reacting almost fragile, tenderly beautiful yet he didn't quite know how to name such emotions.

"hah xiao, you're holding onto me like i might fall," you tease him, brushing your thumb under his eye to soften the colored line.

xiao swallows thickly, his gaze flickering, searching yours as his arms tighten around you, a quiet plea, a contradiction? "i wouldn't let you," he responds quietly, his words alone turning your heart aflame.

it was racing so fast to the point that it might rupture through the shape and flesh of your body. it's almost laughable how dearly you two adored each other— how the conqueror of demons, fierce and untouchable alike, was now just a man beneath your firm hands, coming undone over the slightest trace of your body moving atop.

his warmth seeps through his clothes, one by one, through yours, yes, burning into your skin where his hands grip your waist like he's afraid you'll slip away. he needs you, xiao does, and you can feel the faint tremor in his fingers as you press the liner to his other eye, his breath uneven, his body an open book— tense, passionate, but leaning into you like you're the only thing keeping him tethered.

"there," you whisper, pulling back slightly to admire your work.

xiao doesn't let go of you yet, instead he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his shuddering breath warm against your heightened skin, his touch a quiet fire, burning through your flesh and sinking deep into your very bones— although not with pain, but with the kind of warmth that made you realize you have always been cold without him.

"…do the other eye, please," xiao's voice was barely a muse, but you knew what he meant by it,

"stay,"

— zhongli

"I feel like you're enjoying this a little too much," zhongli finds it almost comical on how fast you could determine his mood as you accused him of the obvious— and the next smile he returned towards you felt slow as his hands easily rest at your thighs.

he tilts his head ever so slightly, offering himself up like something meant to be worshipped, when in fact, such was the case considering who he truly was.

"how could i not, love?" he exhales, his voice rich like aged wine dripping down the tip of your tongue— or honey, yes, now we got it, the sweetest of them all— spilling, slow and golden, from the corners of your mouth whenever you kissed him. as if even your lips cannot contain such excess, as if the world itself conspires to make you taste too much, feel too much, drown in the deep pleasure of it.

"my love, perched on my lap, so close, so intent, how could any man resist?"

you roll your eyes at him in order to hide your boiling all the more flustered expression, but the way your fingers tremble just slightly as you drag the liner along his lower lash line ultimately betrays you.

zhongli's amber gaze watches you, unreadable, indulgent as you bite down your lower lip, "hold still," and warn, ignoring the heat curling at the base of your spine.

"as you wish," he responds cheekily.

and yet, his voice descends— lower, smoother, as if sinking into the very marrow of the moment, curling like smoke in the hollows of your ribs, "though i wonder—" zhongli continues confidently, unraveling something unseen, something inevitable.

his hand slides up slowly, fingers curling at the nape of your neck, the touch featherlight, barely there, but you feel it like a brand, searing into your very being, leaving a mark of endless pleasure.

"—is it i who needs to stay still," his thumb brushes over your pulse,

"or you?"

your breath hitches as his lips curl at the edges with a slightly amused demeanor— an expression not quite a smile, not quite anything at all.

oh, he knows.

"i should stab you in the eye."

zhongli chuckles as his grip tightens, his chin slightly tilted, just a fraction, just enough that your noses almost brush, "if you must."

he winks, "though, i’d much prefer if you kissed me instead."

you swear the next line you draw on him will be just a little uneven.

— neuvillette

the storm groaned against the windowpanes, a ceaseless murmur like the whisper of some distant, unnameable grief as beneath you, neuvillette sat in stillness, his breath deep and steady— like an anchor against the restless howl of the wind.

his hands, resting with an almost absent-minded lightness upon your hips, betrayed neither urgency nor hesitation, only a quiet inevitability— the controlled rise and fall of his chest beneath your touch was steady, as if the weight of existence itself laid upon him and yet he bore it without complaint.

"you're very patient with me," you hum at him, your voice barely above the hush of the rain as your fingers find his chin, tilting his face with a careful adoration.

his skin was cool beneath your touch, smooth like polished marble— an artifact of restraint, a monument to something vast and unknowable, "and you're very careful," he replies, his voice low, "i find it… comforting."

you smile at him as your fingers trace slow paths along the delicate sweep of his lashes, the elegant lines of his face as the patience in him was almost sorrowful, an acceptance of longing as though he has lived with it for too long to protest.

then, without warning, he moves— a shift, so fluid and inevitable, and before you could catch your breath and register what was happening, neuvillette's face was buried in the curve of your neck, his lips barely parted against your skin.

an immediate warmth spreads through you, a heat that knots itself into the quiet places between your ribs.

although you freeze, your breath catches on something unnamed, something trembling between desire and disbelief;

"n-neuvillette?"

your voice sounded like a question, yet your body revealed an answer— your fingers curled at the nape of his neck, the press of his lips a silent confession.

his arms come around you at last, gathering you in, as though he has finally allowed himself this.

his nose brushes along your pulse, "mh? what were you saying?" as his arms tighten around your waist just slightly, holding— not trapping, just holding.

"you're supposed to sit still," you chide playfully, but your voice came out softer than you originally meant to.

he exhales, lips ghosting against your throat. "forgive me," he murmurs, "you are warm, i find myself comforted by your presence."

"—and you take such care of me."

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[adventremnant]

beauty tips to look less like you're actively dying

now of course, if you're following my nutrition tips, you should mitigate the living corpse appearance anyways, but here's makeup, skin, hair, and nail options to keep up the appearance of a normal person

Skin: Using a silicone scrubbie, take off makeup and wash face with an oil cleanser, then wash again with a regular gel cleanser. In the morning, vitamin C serum and then a day cream containing retinol and spf. At night, just petroleum jelly. Cerave sells all of these for cheap and they're recommended by my dermatologist. Use the petroleum jelly on your lips, too. During the day, use carmex chapstick religiously. For your body, use exfoliating body wash and exfoliating gloves. Naturium glycolic acid body wash and bio-lipid lotion are my holy grails. Makeup: You want to look dewy and rested. No matte makeup, it'll settle into your dry skin and you'll look worse. Start with Covergirl trublend in plush plump (or the greenish one if you have redness) to give off the appearance of plumper skin and prime your face. Assuming you have dark circles, you want an undereye brightener. I like Catrice's, you could also layer this over l'oreal's anti-fatigue magic skin beautifier if your dark circles are really bad. No heavy foundation - go for a bb cream. L'oreal magic skin or, my personal fave, wet n wild bare focus skin tint. For blush, avoid pink or peach - you want a shade that'll look natural. Most makeup artists use a red or a berry. If you wear red or berry lipsticks, just use lipstick as your blush, that's what I do with my clinique black honey (which is a great shade for this if you have olive skin). If you're going for red, a great, cheaper option for this would be sheglam colorbloom liquid blush or simply your lipstick like I said. Another berry option that's cheaper than my clinique would be something like wet n wild in my blackberry broke. You'll want a glassy, not powdery highlighter. This can be l'oreal lumiglotion, wet n wild radiance liquid, or an actual highlighter like l'oreal lumi le glass. For powder, just powder your t zone very gently with something like elf halo glow or the catrice blurring loose powder. Do your eye makeup and eyebrows however you want, though I personally recommend learning how to do them properly for your face shape and "animal face type" and learn your color season so everything harmonizes. Set everything down with Milani make it last dewy setting spray. Hair: It needs moisture and volume. A good cheap option is Pacifica salty waves if you don't color your hair and coco peptides if you do. Do a big deep conditioning treatment once a week. marc anthony grow long, l'oreal elvive, or pantene miracle rescue are all good options. Consider oiling your hair, too. research how to do it and what oil to use for your specific hair type. Use a mousse for volume - pacifica makes one that smells like vanilla. You'll scrunch this into your hair when it's soaking wet after your shower. Spritz with a sea salt spray after - ouai is the best, but it's pricy, so feel free to use pacifica's for this as well. Make sure also to trim your dead ends and get a flattering haircut that isn't flat - it'll be easier to hide any thinning with layers, and you won't get the stringy anorexia look. Nails: Get a nail oil, a cuticle remover, and keep your nails trimmed and cleaned, then start wearing press ons (or get gel tips if you can afford it). Bliss kiss nail oil pens are a great option, blue cross cuticle remover, and kiss are cheap, solid press ons. I like the medium length square french, but I was also born in the 90s.

[a-d-nox]

how can you glow up: your 1h - your look

to work off my recent post about glow ups. today i will be taking a closer look at 1h themes regarding glowing up.

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1h aries (1°, 13°, 25°), 1h mars, and/or mars aspecting asc

style

embrace boldness: strong, eye-catching styles. opt for tailored cuts, statement pieces, and/or vibrant colors like red, black, and/or deep maroon.

minimalist edge: minimalist outfits with sharp, clean lines work well. think structured blazers, fitted jeans, and sleek dresses.

athletic influences: bomber jackets, chunky sneakers, or athleisure pieces that combine comfort and power/strength.

statement accessories: leather belts, combat boots, and/or metallic jewelry.

beauty

defined features: use makeup to emphasize strong features, like sculpted cheekbones (contouring), bold brows, and/or a fierce cat-eye.

bold lip colors: reds and deep tones are perfect for making a statement.

effortless hair: low-maintenance but striking styles suit these people. try tousled waves, a slicked-back ponytail, and/or a pixie cut.

skincare for vibrancy: redness or sensitivity are common for this placement. incorporate calming, anti-inflammatory products (aloe vera, green tea, etc) while also enhancing your natural glow with gentle exfoliation.

body language & presence

command attention: walk with purpose and exude confidence in every movement.

strong posture: your body should radiates strength, so maintain good posture and carry yourself with self-assuredness.

active energy: use expressive gestures and/or physical activity to channel your energy into dynamic actions that captivate others.

mindset mantras

“my energy is magnetic."

"i am unstoppable.”

“i glow when i embrace my strength.”

1h gemini (3°, 15°, 27°), 1h mercury, and/or mercury aspecting asc

style

play with versatility: you are adaptable, so lean into styles that allow you to switch things up easily. opt for pieces that can be layered, mixed and matched, or dressed up or down. modular wardrobes and quirky accessories can also keep things fresh.

focus on youthful, playful vibes: embrace fun patterns, bright colors, or playful silhouettes. think cropped tops (careful if you in corporate - office sirens are a tiktok thing they not real lol), sneakers, and relaxed tailoring.

highlight the hands and arms: gemini rules the hands and arms, so accessories like rings, bracelets, and polished manicures draw attention to you. potentially experiment with finger tattoos (i would say only if mercury beneficially aspecting mars and pluto), colorful nail art, or layered bangles.

embrace intellectual elegance: incorporate "smart", polished touches, like well-fitted blazers, statement glasses, or minimalist yet clever jewelry.

beauty

fresh-faced makeup: aim for light, natural-looking makeup that emphasizes radiance. think glossy lips, dewy skin, and fluttery lashes. experiment with subtle eyeliner or shadow to create a playful but polished eye look.

experiment with hairstyles: don’t be afraid to try new cuts or colors. bangs, layers, or multidimensional highlights could add to your playful energy. accessories like barrettes, headbands, and/or clips can reflect your quick-changing vibe.

skin-care for a luminous look: focus on lightweight, hydrating products that enhance your natural glow without feeling heavy.

body language & presence

curiosity: you should aim for being naturally inquisitive and engaging. a warm smile (ugh hate telling people to smile more) and attentive posture amplify your charm.

express with your hands: use gestures when speaking to showcase your animated and captivating energy.

keep your energy light and flexible: you come alive in conversations and movement, so let your personality shine in how you interact with others.

mindset mantras

“i am curious and adaptable.”

“my versatility is my superpower.”

“my playfulness enhances my every look.”

1h libra (7°, 19°), 1h venus, and/or venus aspecting asc

style

classic elegance: timeless, sophisticated looks. aim for chic silhouettes, neutral tones, and soft fabrics like silk or cashmere. tailored blazers, flowy dresses, or polished trousers.

balance in outfits: libra thrives on symmetry and balance. counter balance proportions (i typically do fitted top with wide-leg pants as someone with this placement) and pair bold elements with subtle ones.

romantic details: incorporate feminine, romantic touches like lace, ruffles, and/or floral patterns. accessories like pearl earrings (my fav).

matching color theory / finding flattering colors: usually these people are in a soft palette. so pastels and harmonious shades like blush pink, light blue, or cream highlight your natural beauty.

stylish accessories: beauty is in the details. think statement jewelry, a chic handbag, or elegant shoes can complete your look.

beauty

glowing skin: prioritize your complexion via hydrating skincare. face mists, illuminating primers, and natural highlighters can give you that venusian glow.

perfecting your brow shape: symmetrical beauty is a libra venus and rising thing, so well-groomed, balanced brows enhance your natural beauty.

soft makeup: opt for soft, romantic looks: rosy blush, nude or pink lips, and neutral eyeshadow. slight winged eyeliner adds a touch of drama without being overpowering.

the art of hair: best suited in polished hairstyles. consider sleek ponytails, loose waves, or elegant buns. highlights or balayage in warm, subtle tones can add to your perceived sophistication.

body language & presence

charm: smile often (i hate when people tell me that) and project warmth. libra risings have a natural charisma that attracts others.

posture: a graceful, upright posture enhances your air of elegance. yoga or pilates can help develop this poise.

be approachable: your energy is diplomatic and magnetic, so lean into your ability to create harmony in social interactions.

mindset mantras

“i am the embodiment of beauty and grace."

“my elegance is effortless.”

“harmony begins within, and it radiates out.”

1h sagittarius (9°, 21°), 1h jupiter, and/or jupiter aspecting asc

style

go bold: embrace bold colors and lively patterns that reflect an adventurous spirit. flowing, luxurious fabrics like satin or silk mirror the abundance you bring.

elevate with elegance: invest in quality over quantity. timeless pieces, like tailored blazers or elegant dresses, will amplify your glow.

cultural inspiration: styles inspired by travel or cultural motifs (like patterns, jewelry, or textiles) resonate beautifully with this aspect. of course in a non-appropriative manner .

comfort is key: ensure your wardrobe blends style with comfort. think soft, flowing cuts or boho-chic aesthetics.

beauty

radiant skin: focus on achieving a healthy, radiant glow through skincare. hydration and nourishing products are essential.

bright and open makeup looks: go for makeup that enhances your natural warmth. think luminous foundation, bronzer for a sun-kissed look, and golden highlighter work well.

hair with movement: jupiter’s energy loves freedom, so hairstyles that are loose, flowing, or natural-looking (like waves or curls) suit you best.

body language & presence

confident posture: you have a natural charisma. stand tall and own your space to project confidence effortlessly.

engaging smile: let your smile be your signature. a genuine smile enhances your approachable energy.

generous energy: exude warmth by being present and enthusiastic when engaging with others.

mindset mantras

“my positivity is my greatest glow.”

“i radiate abundance and confidence.”

“growth and self-love are the foundations of my beauty.”

1h pisces (12°, 24°), 1h neptune, and/or neptune aspecting asc

style

dreamy, flowing silhouettes: soft, fluid clothing. opt for dresses, skirts, or tops with flowing, romantic designs. sheer or satin fabrics amplify this vibe.

whimsical details: lace, embroidery, or shimmery accents add a touch of magic to your look. layering pieces like shawls or cardigans can evoke a dreamy, layered aesthetic.

soft colors: pastel shades, muted tones, or oceanic hues like lavender, pale blue, seafoam green, and silver.

beauty

luminous skin: enhance a natural glow. use hydrating skincare and dewy makeup products, like liquid highlighters or illuminating primers.

soft, diffused makeup: focus on dreamy, blended looks. think soft, smoky eyes, blush with a watercolor effect, and sheer lip glosses.

hair with flow: loose waves, soft curls, or tousled styles. hair accessories, like pearl clips or headbands, add a whimsical touch.

body language & presence

graceful movements: move with calmness and fluidity. practices like yoga or dance can enhance your poise.

mystical energy: lean into your mysterious vibe by being introspective and allowing your presence to speak louder than words.

soft gaze: your eyes are likely a standout feature. enhance your connection with others through warm, soulful eye contact.

mindset mantra

"i radiate beauty and grace effortlessly.”

"my creativity is my greatest assets.”

“i glow when i align with my inner magic."

1h ruler in the 4h

style

comfort meets elegance: blend cozy and chic. think knitwear, flowy fabrics, and soft layers that make you feel at ease yet polished. fabrics like cotton, linen, and cashmere resonate with the homey yet refined vibe they should aim for.

heritage-inspired looks: incorporate cultural or familial influences into your style, like heirloom jewelry, vintage pieces, and/or traditional patterns.

neutral/earthy tones: soft, calming colors like beige, cream, sage green, or light blues create a harmonious, approachable aesthetic.

classic, timeless staples: opt for timeless pieces that feel like a second skin, like well-fitted jeans, crisp shirts, and/or a versatile trench coat.

beauty

natural glow: emphasize a fresh, radiant complexion. focus on nourishing skincare and light, dewy makeup that enhances your natural features.

relaxed hair styles: loose waves, soft braids, and/or simple updos work well; they reflect their easygoing, comforting energy.

soothing beauty rituals: prioritize self-care routines at home, like face masks, at home manicures, or aromatherapy.

body language & presence

grounded confidence: project a calm, steady presence that reflects your inner security.

emotional connection: share your personal story or background when appropriate - it can make your presence more relatable and magnetic.

warm, inviting energy: your glow-up is amplified when you make others feel at home around you.

mindset mantras

“my glow begins from within.”

“i balance comfort and beauty effortlessly.”

“when i feel at home in myself, my light shines everywhere.”

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[kooyabooya]

INTERLUDE

haewon x m reader

9k words

You’ll give credit where it’s due.

If not for her, you wouldn’t be here - and if not for you, she would have quit the logistical side of the show business a long, long time ago. 

She's written her own sweet, tragic, but beautiful tale of madness; willing to stay amidst the whirlwinds of shit she’s put herself through, and you can somewhat see as to why. 

It’s when she’s let herself into the space of your apartment, hours past of the usual and typical workday. Most of the reasons in this case have their own tales and periods of reflection the next morning - though, a common thread of events that you’ve been accustomed to is the trail of her heels leading a path to the couch, her handbag tossed off to the opposite end, sinking into the cushions. She’s tired, and very unbothered. 

You’re doing your own pat down not far from her. A jacket’s tossed onto the nearby chair of your dining table; the usual essentials of your phone, wallet, and one of many pairs of glasses also find their place away from your reach. 

“Since when the hell did you snag my keys from me?” You ask, patting down the quartet of pockets to realize the sudden item wasn’t part of the things you rummaged off your body. 

“It’s called sleight of hand, dear.” Haewon says, a phone spinning in the air and to a nearby pillow, “That’s what happens when you leave a key with me after our last outing. Have someone to blame? Let that be yourself.” 

“I was wondering why you were taking longer getting out of the car.” 

“Girls like to take their sweet time.” 

“Your point being?” 

“My point?” She sits up and leans forward, diverting her attention towards one of the gacha items that you got as a gift from one of her clients - a token of gratitude, for being wonderful with me - you recall the memory for a split second, and Haewon keeps on flipping it around between her fingers. “Don’t get too pressed now. It’s not like you would be locked out of your house for that long. Besides, your landlord’s seen me with you more times than he can count. If I were to ask him for the master key, he’d probably say yes.” 

“Speculation,” you breathe, “Honestly, you can try, and I think you could be on his good side for all I know.” 

A few wisps of her hair fall far off the side, and she pulls it back with a single finger. Even in the dimmest of lightings, you can still see the small twinge of her nose pulling back, flaring her nostrils. Then she flicks her eyes back toward you, hooking. “You’ve always let me lead the way, and you’re following not far behind.” 

You’re tending to the cuffs of your shirt, rolling them up just below the elbows. “I do a whole lot more than just my job.” 

“Tch,” Haewon’s got the tip of her tongue on her upper teeth. “You know well enough that it cuts both ways.” 

Almost as if this was practiced on cue, these sliding strides you make as Haewon picks herself up from her seat, it’s like two characters taking center stage. The lighting’s barely peeking through for you to see where everything’s leveled. Doesn’t matter how much effort you put into it, Haewon’s frame is the only thing you see, the weight on your shoulders start to droop from the imaginary weight on them. You can probably settle with how the luminating radiance of the night sky showers her porcelain skin or the way her silhouette molds itself in the meshing colors of this cozy dark blue pooling through behind her. There’s also the fleeting realization that this is your space that she’s nestling in. But you can’t ignore the sudden occasional chill that sweeps through every time she walks in - even when it’s after hours, the effect is still in play. 

Haewon’s treating another few strands of her hair behind her ear before looking down at the small toy on your table top. “Not a bad idea for you to start a collection going.” 

You glance over her shoulder and pull a firm grin across your face. “You know, I was a bit perplexed in why she gave that to me in the first place - after I politely refused so many times.” A shake of your head and a sigh follows instantly after. “But the more I look at it, it’s pretty cute to have. Brings a whole lot of variety in the place right off the bat.” 

Haewon dips her head down, hiding a subtle smirk when touches the tips of her socks on the floor. “I know that you fancy your books and everything but, I was happy that you took her gift in the end.” 

“Expecting me to just say no?” 

“Blind boxes are a life lesson too. People expect one thing and when they don’t get what they want, they’re pretty torn to whether to be happy or not with what they pulled. Now that I think about it, the same lesson can be seen in Forrest Gump when he’s sitting on the bench with the old lady.” 

“A lot of people can resonate with Forrest in that moment. Probably because almost everybody’s got something that they didn’t want in the first place, and I’ll take your word for it.” You slide your hands into your pockets, rolling your shoulders back. “Makes people appreciate the many things they have.” 

Haewon cocks her head towards her left, bringing it back upright once her body’s facing yours. You’re holding your breath here for a second, swallowing a lump of nervousness down your throat. She’s got it all: the intellect, the beauty, the poise. Each and every single one of those thoughts crosses both ways in your mind, it’s been like that since you got paired with her. The authenticity of her presence doubles down what’s written on paper. Like any fool in this scenario, you carry on, thinking about all of the things you’d never thought you’d do with her - the way she tries to hide the growing blush on her face when your arms hold her, how her eyelids lower their guard when you’re closing the proximity to mere inches, how she sighs with a finger pressed to her temple before whipping some of her hair back - adorable, and perfect. There’s really no other way to describe it, or her; even if she’s not very adamant into accepting the meaningful compliments. 

“Maybe you’re right.” Her small frame nestles itself easily at your front and she’s happily dancing her fingers at the pointe end of your necktie, fiddling along with the button beneath it. You’re deluding yourself at the imaginary tug she has on you and she’s barely laid a finger. “Scratch that, I wholeheartedly agree.” 

You’d wish that you could make a quick snapshot back to the very time you first unraveled her in your home, on an evening whim just like this. The proposition of pulling up a mental calendar and ripping off the pages backwards to a full two years of working with her. Though, you’re able to automatically deduce the fact of the time you and her actually spent working together - a good portion of those cases in the sheets which is worth considering - but despite all that, there’s a good report to draw up in your head where the times flowed in fluctuations, much like in a spectrogram. Some of the days with her peaked higher than the rest, and others were on the opposite end of the spectrum. That’s just how this rapport- this relationship was. 

Haewon never really dabbled with the idea of putting a label on this ‘thing’ you have with her. 

It could be a relationship, or maybe it couldn’t. She would always immediately shut down that thought circling around your brain. 

A tried and true method in getting your hopes up. And each and every time she shot your heart down. It would send you in limbo for what feels like an endless string of days, the firm tone with her delivery very clear and straight to the point. You can’t help yourself in waiting for something to change; heck, it’s possibly everything you ever wanted with her. 

It also didn’t help when the people in your inner circle were already in their own walks of life, blooming into something beautiful with their significant others; while you’re sitting off to the side, watching them from a distance as it feels like with every passing day, you’re falling further and further behind. There isn’t enough space in your journal, let alone the selection of drinks to choose from after being downed, but the feeling remains all the same - it’s a harrowing want to fill that depression oh-so desperately. 

“Whatever happened to ‘keeping things professional’?” Dipping your head down as the tip of your nose hovers right above her head, catching the first few whiffs of that oceanic scent used in her shampoo. “Wasn’t it your words exclusively that we would stop what we’re doing now? At this moment?” 

This time, you were the one to raise that wall up, hoping that it’ll stick after being broken down so many times. 

“Mine?” Haewon blurts out once her hands finally reach to the lines of your shoulders, palms sliding along the fabric of your shirt. “What about it? Don’t try to flip this back on me when we were just talking outside in the staircase and then you decided to push me against the door, perch my chin up and-” 

“Haewon.” 

“One night. That one night. You-” 

“Haewon.” You know that she’s primarily the one who likes to repeat herself at times to get her point across, but not tonight.

She sighs, head falling forward in your chest. “Alright, I’ll bite. Yes, those were my words, and I stand by them. She’s trying her hardest to ignore your overwhelming stature, because she knows your truth; she knows, and knows, and knows.“But that doesn’t mean that what I tell you is enough to sway your mind, nor your choice.”

Her words tell you one thing, but her body welled up against yours tells you another. 

“Haewon,” you repeat again, blinking it through. Your voice slightly chokes up when her thumb skates up the line of your jaw, letting her pull get the best of you, breath canvassing the slope where your chin and neck meet. “You’re not helping yourself here.” 

“It’s been a long day,” she admits, kissing you foolishly, her fingers slither to the back of your head. Your hands have a mind of their own while it tries to scrounge up what’s left of her melting figure, humming gently into your skin. “You could’ve like- taken me home, or something. Rather than bring me here, because we both know how this story goes.” 

“Don’t get all sensical with me now,” you say to her, hand quick to her wrist in an attempt to stop her, but she’s seen that card played before. “You were the one to tell me to get the hell out of the office as fast as we could, and here we are.” 

Haewon flashes her eyes at you, narrowing her expression with the simple tilt of her head. “I guess you’re right. Either I call a cab home or have you as my personal driver. Looks like the second option was the best one to pick between the two.” 

“You did look tired.” 

“Because I am.” Her eyebrows ruffle against each other when you drop the blunt response as she returns to the slacked neck along with her wrists. “After the shitstorm with Bae, and then with Sullyoon? God, don’t even get me started. You were there when everything went down.” 

“In fact I was.” 

She scowls with a much more dragged out tone with her voice, the stress pressing down on her lips returning to their familiar parted place. “I’m trying so hard to not think about it, but it’s just- ugh.” 

“A problem to be dealt with tomorrow,” you tell her, hands bringing her closer to your waist. “Just don’t think.” 

“Easy for you to say.” Haewon deadpans, her face shifting flat with dead eyes. “And it’s easier for it to be said than done.” 

“Why not do it, then?” 

“Huh?” 

“I’m asking you to not focus on work for once, genius.” 

“This is me not focusing on work,” she says, pouting, “you’re the one who’s not letting me go in the first place.” 

You manage to look away for a quick second, closing your eyes to fight back the growing cringe rising on your face. “Says the one who waltzed into my house and arms right now.” 

Haewon lets out another dry laugh, resting the side of her face below your collar, pulling down on the slightly untied knot. “Well, I guess I can let you have that over me. I’ll admit that.” 

A deep inhale puffs up your chest as you’re carding your fingers into those coffee brown locks of her hair, massaging her temple. 

“Consider that to be one of your few wins against my arguments. Why bother tell you my personal thoughts about the details we talked about in the meetings earlier, or even in the office.” She sighs again deeply, burrowing herself into your embrace. “What I would do to give that pretty dumbass a-” 

“I’m pretty sure you’ve already said that to her earlier, by the way.” 

Haewon looks up again, recalling for a quick second, closing her lips before sounding a simple hum. “Right, I guess I did.” 

“You don’t have to handle this all by yourself, you know.” 

“What if I want to, hm?” She beams. The flip in her mood is always an anomaly in the way that she’s brushing herself up closer to you. “You know my business - my affairs, but I didn’t tell you all of them.” 

You’re well familiar with the playing field she’s setting up here. It’s a battleground that’s seen it all between the two of you, the losses outweighing the victories (and by an overwhelming margin on her end too). She’s always the one to initiate, to set up, your thoughts already getting ahead with the same downward tilt of your head, hands caressing the fabric of her skirt, finding a familiar hold of her hips like one would always do at the start of every slow dance. 

Of course you stay silent, blinking. “Well- Haewon, I’ve got no other choice but to hear you ramble all about them, since it’s my job.” 

“You know most of them.” 

“Like you said: most.” 

Haewon rests herself into you, the lines of tape gradually coming undone. The scent of her shampoo hits your nose a little bit harder this time, her palms sliding up across your chest again. She innocently tilts her head up, parting her lips; tiny, rosy, and dangerously inviting. You have no other thought filling your mind but to lift her up and capture her all to yourself. 

Her lips are like putty - easy to form and mold into the shape that you like. But you pull yourself back, a last line of defense before her eyes and hands have their own say. “Could you say that this is a choice too?” 

“Hm.” She tilts herself upwards into the line of your neck, each quick kiss sending both your heart and mind into echelons higher than cloud nine, melting with every touch until she has your head in between her palms, holding you gently. The blinks she gives are slow, and her breath hitting your face leaves you to your own devices. “What you do with me is always a choice.” 

You retreat for a moment, pulling yourself far away where you can, Haewon’s body still within reach in your arms, forming a wall of air between the space of your chest and hers. “I feel like what we do is already risky as it seems, no? Sure, we see each other on a regular basis, deal with what needs to be done with the day, talking to clients, making sure things are right for the events, going back and forth with no definite pause in between.” Didn’t matter if she was out of the country or mere inches away from you, she’s always about work it seems - like that was the only mode programmed in her mind. “More often than not, I’m treating what damage is done which usually ends up with a few bottles of beer and don’t even get me started on how bad of a lightweight you are-” 

“Uh, rude.” Haewon pays no attention to you. Her thumb grazes your cheek again, and you can’t help the way that you’re leaning into her touch, once realizing that what you said might be too much. You feel your head being reeled in lower and lower, until you feel the tip of her nose hit the cuff of your ear. “But you’re not wrong, and I’m sorry that you have to put up with me that way.” 

Nodding was something that you always used to acknowledge her opinions or thoughts, and it isn’t any different here. 

However, your hands are playing a different role: traversing their way into the two small divots below the small of her back, resting just right above her ass. She’s getting herself more and more comfortable, undoing the first three buttons of her shirt, inviting you to dive into the new opening. You keep on gazing into her slightly swollen lips, studying at how quickly her tongue wets the bottom part, and you draw another swift inhale past your teeth before answering, “There’s no need for you to apologize, especially to me.”

Haewon keeps on pulling the undone tie, the knot basically nonexistent the more she pulls down, eventually sliding it out of your collar and onto the floor. She gives it a quick glance when it pools over her feet and yours, and her lapin eyes land on yours again, bottom lip captured between her teeth. “I just feel bad, you know? And part of me thinks that it’s only a matter of time until you’ve had enough and want to-” 

You shut her up before she keeps up the self-lament, meshing her lips against yours, wanting her to be persuaded in a different manner - one with less words and more actions. 

Drawing back, “You’re not getting rid of me that easily. And even if I ever had the chance to, I’d straight up say no.” 

“Look at you, so easygoing.”

“I-” 

“At some point,” she breathes, ghosting her face over yours, tugging on that want for you to chase after. “I’d thought you’d give up on forgiving me.” 

“For?” 

“Anything, really.” Haewon answers admittedly. “Whether it’s here or in the office, you have that same look in your eyes, the one filled with sorrow. It hurt me a bit.” 

Maybe right now would be the time to remind her that what she’s thinking is nothing but complete bullshit. 

So you lean down again, and pull her close. Another snapshot taken in the back of your mind. 

Two years is a long time. Two years of the same routine over and over, of working with her, unwinding after the long hours hidden away from everyone else, watching her work herself down to the bone, doing all of these things as if she’s going to die in the next five seconds if she doesn’t keep going. She’s rising to every occasion that she can, moving so fast that you can’t even bear to keep up with her. You’d admire from a distance, in awe, all while you’re at her right-hand side, unwilling to say anything to her. Obviously when she needed to get her mind off of something, or everything for that matter, she wasn’t the kind of person to be upfront about what she wants and let you read into the signs. Luckily, you’ve always noticed at a glance, and even if she isn’t the one to puff out her lips and kiss you first. No. Never. That’s a luxury that’s reserved for you and only you. Because all it takes is one look into your eyes, and the way she’s broken you down like this, she’s very aware of what your downfall is: her. 

All of this is a continuation of a growing culmination, her own personal anthology sprouted from her brain, one which you’ve caught wind of gradually. 

When you’re kissing into her again, hard, you start to feel everything around you collapse. It’s in the way that she smiles against your lips, matching every curve you give her - it’s amazing, and you could write poems of all the good things about Haewon - you’re reminded again and again how out of all the moments in the high achieving days and miserable nights, these instances feel just right. She’s drawing air into her nose, grazing your cheek, never wanting to pull each other away; until you’re sucking the oxygen out of each other’s mouths that leaves the both of you suffocating a bit. It’s all foolish, maybe just a bit, and to hell with the consequences awaiting you at the end of the bridge, because she knows that she’ll be in a safe place as long as it’s with you. 

The arch in her back rises, and you’re clinging tighter into her smaller frame, shoulder bunching up next to her neck, making it easier for you to hold. You can tell her breaths and hums are getting desperate, her own little mess up the more she melts into you. 

You’re not helping her in this situation, and it definitely isn’t the first time you’ve done this to her. She’s hooking her arm well around your neck, the only line of support while you’re taking care of the rest, letting her wrists fall slack as you keep on your loving siege on her lips. 

She’s had a rough one this week. A red eye flight back from a fashion week, an entire day of going to ten different locations with one of her top clients, then there’s the whole incident with Bae and Sullyoon back to back. Amongst all of those things, you’d wish that you’d sweep her away for just a second and take her mind off from all the pressures and stress (and you definitely wished you didn’t wait until now to finally do it). 

“Mmmm,” Haewon lets her voice rumble in her throat, tightening her grip in the back of your collar, signaling you to pull away. When you do, her eyes pool into yours, shimmering pupils working overtime to map out the lines of your face. You could feel the heat from her cheeks grow warmer. Her eyes cross for a second. She lets her head go crestfallen, pulling this one smile, her simplest smile, the rarest one she could ever have that not a lot of people have had the pleasure of seeing. The gentlest and most genuine one that she could have, it sells the whole thing to you. Despite her tough shell, you realize that she’s one of the rare few that sends your heart flipping, every time she’s got your guard lowered - exactly in the way like this - it’s impossible to ignore the outshining tempts when all of your inhibitions are at their lowest. 

Her head goes one side, and then the opposite, “I don’t expect you to forgive me for this.” 

Today’s been one of those days. You’re tired, even beyond tired. If she didn’t come with you, the bed would’ve been full by now. Two years of the on and off and the off and on, it’s draining. You don’t say anything, as always. Instead, you swoop down beneath her thighs and carry her, taking her lips all to yourself. 

She hums this heavenly noise when you press her against the wall, her legs hooking to a familiar spot where it hasn’t been in a while. Some of the buttons in her shirt come more undone not to your knowledge, but you play the counterpart when tending to the clip and zipper of her skirt. Luckily your body can work in two places at once, returning your focus to Haewon’s face, a sweep of her tongue over your bottom lip. 

The pressure to her waist is not too little nor too much, but just the right amount of press when your leg plays this momentary support underneath her legs, helping her slip out of her shirt while she does the same to you. Almost like you’re opening the pages of a book you finished reading, but flipping through to a certain part like the untouched skin of her chest with her simple black bra playing as the final back line of garments waiting to be discarded. She does that part all by herself, indulging on the breadth of her collarbone, forcing her to bite down a soft moan. 

Haewon here isn't one to play nice. There’s a bit of a tug-of-war going on with your mouths until you gnaw on her lips a bit too hard, wanting you to do that again the way her face is chasing after yours. But her eyes find their place in line again, gaze softening - you’re cursing at yourself because of how beautiful she looks like this. She’s always been one to have a heart of steel, create that dam covering her fragile trust, her arms wrap you in her embrace, eyes hinting at a sign of concern. The flame in your heart has gone cold, but she’s always been the one fanning the fire back to life. 

When you let her down gently, back sliding against the smooth drywall, her arms shift over her head - opening up the area of her midriff to see, to feel. Your palms have never felt anything smoother until they’re slipping the skirt off from her hips, curling over the waistband of her underwear and she fills the open space between your mouths, “fix me up baby, please.” 

Most of her solid-colored panties get caught between your knuckles, skating down her thigh - you’re hunting, searching, till you reach that empowering heat between her thighs. You could feel the top part of her forearm press firmly on the nape of your neck while one of her shoulder blades drags itself against the wall behind her. 

A drag up, then down across her folds, and she rasps. 

You get a finger in, maybe two just to test, feeling her body tense and grasp and hook onto anything within her reach. Little by little, piece by piece, Haewon’s gradually reduced to these mere meeked noises and hums the more your hands and lips begin their grand assault across the fine canvas of her body. The wetness consumes your fingers, and your mouth increasingly gets greedy as you’re nibbling away at the firm mound of her now exposed breasts, her bra gone in one swift move, mind focusing on too many feelings all at once. 

Her head lolls up and over, opening up the left side of her neck for you to take, gasping. She can’t stop squirming in place, and you’ll deal with that soon enough. “I love your hands,” she sighs. “God, you sure know how to satisfy a woman.” 

Your brain is working on the clock, finding all of the niche places and spots on her body to get her needy for more, and she’s playing spectator, the pad of your tongue swipes upward at the midline of her chest, capturing the hard bud of her nipple between your thumb and index, twisting without a care of her quick pain. 

Haewon gets both of her hands around your head, pulling you up from drowning beneath her neck, showering your face with kisses, forehead pressing against yours, “Happy with your reward?” 

You’ll give credit where it’s due. You hate how intoxicating she is with the snarky remarks and fast banter, but you love how simple she is to break down - send her mind into a downward spiral. She could let you ruin her life, and it would be the same for you. 

It takes a moment too long to consider, your brain is running through the playbook of all the moves and positions you could have her in, which spot in your house would be the most ideal place to simply just bend her over and tear her insides apart until she won’t be able to walk or think straight. A woman like her: clothes pooled and scattered everywhere at her feet, swollen lips and tattered skin just waiting to be ruined. 

Haewon knows you well, where all she has to do is say something to snap your attention back to her: “How do you want me?” 

She’s selfish, there’s no denying that. Though, she doesn’t really care what you think when she’s kissing you shamelessly once more, smushing and smacking her lips across your face, letting her have her way and to sink into her body again. But here is where she forgets, another callback of the few other times she got too ahead of the curve too soon- 

“I think I find you to be prettier when you’re like this,” you tell her, quickly sinking down to your knees moving her thighs over your shoulders; get your face close to that warm, delightful fountain between her thighs when you lift her up from the floor, holding her there. 

-to realize that you too, are also selfish in your own accord; at some point, there’s a time to prove who has what between the two of you, and the sigh of acknowledgment slipping out of her lips gives just enough that you’re doing something right. 

It all could’ve gone wrong for Haewon at any given point in the time you’ve been working with her. All it took was a few mishaps both in and out of her control and she would’ve snapped. In those dire times of need, she had you. Whether it’d be your mouth or your fingers, the way you settle into these well-practiced strokes of your tongue and cock, and she loves to travel down the little rite of passage when you shut her up with a palm on her mouth or a hand to her throat. She knows that you have your limits, and it’s all in her cards for when she’s able to unshackle you from your common sensibilities. A hand is raked into your hair as you’re shifting your head closer and closer, until your breath starts to blanket her leaking entrance, awaiting for your arrival. 

There’s a few mumbles spilling out of her lips when you gently kiss her folds, brush your nose right up against her clit, to where her head bucks forward, giving an unintentional style of wispy bangs the more your mouth starts to scoop up the mess that you’ve created. Her hips buck and jerk, pressing your head deeper into her quivering pussy lips, wanting to get that ache so much faster than intended. 

“God, yes baby- right there,” is all she says, and she can barely manage to prop her head upright when you look up from below. 

A chuckle leaves your nose, arming a coy smile before you carry on your attention onto her swollen clit, sucking and teasing on it shamelessly until you start to feel the insides of her thighs shake against your ears, digging her nails deep into your scalp. 

“Is this what you wanted?” you ask, feeling the pressure of Haewon’s legs crushing your skull from within. “Looks like you’ve been pent up for a while now, no?” 

Haewon digs a heel into your back, making you secure the tops of her thighs with your fingers, hitting her head back on the wall. “Among other things.” 

“Really.” You reply flatly, giving her another swift lick of your tongue into her aching cunt, her slick pooling across the wet pad. “Because judging how your body’s reacting, you’ve been wanting me badly since the last time.” 

“Sounds perfectly right.” 

She loses that hefty persona pretty damn quickly when you’re diving into her pussy again, stifling a moan, grinding  her hips into your head, wanting you to keep on licking until she’s had enough (spoiler alert: she hasn’t.) “Do tell me more,” you’re telling her, smacking your lips to the heat, “if you’re able to, of course.” 

“Seriously. Fuck you.” 

“Says the one who’s technically my boss.” 

“Not when it’s after hours I’m not.” 

“What are you implying?” 

Haewon’s eyes squint a bit, trying to keep focus, doubling down on the indulgence of your tongue over her folds. Her face is in a rosy shade of pink, similar to when she’s usually drunk - but this shade however, you’d prefer to see her more in. “Stop pretending to play dumb. I know you can read between the lines here.” 

“And what if I want to be oblivious for once? Like in every situation that we’re in while at work?” 

“You’re not, ah-” 

You’re not giving her any chance to breathe here. She doesn’t deserve it. And when you lather her pussy up in your spit, it’s less than an act of mercy, helplessly whining at the harshful gnawing you’re doing to her poor cunt - it’s what she wants, and she has no one to blame for making you like this but herself. 

“If you’re not my boss during these hours, then what are you?” You inquire.

“I’ll be anything but your boss. Is that what you wanted to hear?” 

That’s all the confirmation that you needed, forcefully plummeting her down to her inevitable demise. You feel the muscles in her thighs clench in shock from the unexpected anticipation, biting down her shriek the more you dive into the endless depths of her entrance, satisfying that want that you and her so desperately wanted. 

“Oh,” Haewon sighs out as some epiphany. But the moment of relief washes over her in no time, her layers folding. Collapsing. Her entire body wiggles in this circular motion. “Oh.” 

The heavenly chorus of her mewls fill your ears when you’re cementing your pace, wreaking havoc between her thighs. She’s still got her hand gripping the back of your head, the other flat on the wall. Her stomach bucks and folds at the weight of your tongue, moving your head around in different directions to make sure that you’re hitting every spot with the right approach. The pleasure is building in all of the right places, and you can feel the curl of her toes on your back, ensuring that you’re doing the exact job as her personal toy. “Fuck. Right there, right there.” 

It only increases the flood by tenfold. She’s spilling more and more you kiss, swirl, nibble, and tease - doing everything you can to make sure she reaches that unimaginable peak first. “You’re so good. You’re so so good. Baby- don’t stop, oh my god-” 

Haewon can’t help herself here, leaning her back deeper into the wall and dragging her hips outward, keeping both legs on your shoulders to the best that she can, unable to let up with the bucks and jolts her hips are making into your face. Every quick rush of air past her teeth only holds so much until she starts to feel her stomach bunch up in knots. 

“T-tongue, dear. Oh jesus, you’re so good at- fuck!” she yelps, the tailends of her breaths tattered in these hushed moans, picking up in volume the more you slurp up her pussy to your heart’s content. “Almost, almost.” 

You’re well aware of the fact that Haewon is one of the main catalysts when it comes to operating her job. She’s second to none. The standard. The spearhead. She’s got one of the most sizable clientele’s for a reason. But the jaws of work can consume anybody in this climate, no matter how on top or perfect they can be. It would only be a matter of time for the fatigue to get to her - and with the recent events happening around the office, it did just that. Everyone needs a break from time to time, and she’s no different here. A tongue laps up one spot past the clit, there’s a nibble of her swollen folds between your teeth, and here is where you step up to the role of ensuring that Haewon gets her much deserved intermission here. 

“Right there, I’m gonna-ah! -umming,” Haewon wails, failing to let up with the oral assault on her quivering cunt, her cries filling up your ears, the muscles of her legs locking your back in place, fingers tugging the roots of your hair. “Cumming. I’m fucking cumming.”

These puppy eyes you do to look up, she gazes down, bottom lip still stuck to her teeth as her expression tears, coming down from her needed stress relief. You stay the course in holding her steady, taking account of the lingering twitches and tensions of muscle her body does. 

And not long after, you finally let her down from the wall. Her arms slither around the familiar profiles of your back, lazily planting her lips onto your skin again - Haewon wants another taste of you. It’s also kind of cute how her toes stack up on top of your feet, prompting you to lead the way into the bedroom while she’s closely tethered to you. 

“Love it. Love it so much.” Haewon sighs out, half-lidded eyes caught in your vision. “Love it when you make me cum like that.” 

It’s one of the few moments where she doesn’t expect a response from you, because it’s already true. 

Above everything, you carry on with your steps as Haewon’s lips continue to spell out these hushed curses - all the things that she wants you to do to her - her fantasies, the praises, what she likes you doing and what she wants to do to you with the intent of returning the favor. Her figure is so light in your hands and on your feet, limbs loose enough to bend and twist, a marked up canvas ready for another brush-to-paper moment. 

Gravity here does it’s own thing when she falls backward onto the mattress of your room, her arms doing this natural reflex of going above her head, carving up these unbelievable curves in real time to where her back is off the comforters and her left foot is inching up against her inner right thigh. This image alone was enough for you to mindlessly slip out of your pants and underwear, eyes fixed on Haewon rolling her body: belly facing down, back up, her knees dig deep into the sheets, the upper half stretching a bit while her lower half rises up past your thighs, rounding out her hips. 

Her knees spread wider across the sheets and her back dips, you think - just a bit, and the look she does over her shoulder is the right amount of lethality. You don’t even flinch when she manages to get her fingers onto the length of your cock, telling you the only thing she wants you to do: 

“Take this cock and fuck me.” 

You’d follow her words no matter what. 

Like a siren’s call out in the sea, the sound of Haewon’s voice comes off as this daring risk where the mind starts to slowly reduce itself around her hand, languidly pumping you to the point where the urge to rip the fun out of her is impossible to ignore. 

“I’ve always wondered,” she starts to say. 

You lean down to shower a few kisses to her neck, fingers sliding up to her waist, pressing for a firm hold while an airy giggle passes her lips. 

“How long have you dealt with me? Being like this? 

“Where would I even start?” You hunch over with a trail of kisses down her lower back, cupping the swell of her ass while noting that most of her slick has spread past the underside and to the back of her thighs. “I don’t even remember who made the first move back then.” 

Haewon reaches out for one of your pillows, setting it between her arms and chest, “I’m sure it was you, or maybe it was me. Maybe-” 

A wistful gasp stops her from talking when you slowly press your cock into her leaking pussy, lips slicked up and inviting between those lovely thighs of hers. You drink in the sight of the grip she has around your length as you continue to ease yourself into her, keeping it together poorly before the heat and her pulse gets to your head. 

“Maybe what?” you tell her, attempting to bring back her train of thought from fleeing away. 

This girl who’s backside is arched so high up in the air and stomach buried deep into the sheets looks over her shoulder again, eyes filled with tension - a fire blazing beneath the irises. “Maybe- you were just oblivious about the signals I was sending you, but now that we’re here, I guess you can say that you made the curve.” 

“I won’t deny anything here-” Everything about this is the reality, anyway. You drag and push yourself into the fluttering heat of her second pair of lips. Her body is so responsive in the wants and needs just from the wetness alone, but she knows that you’re not easy to take. “That was an argument I lost a while ago.” 

Your hips flush with Haewon’s and she whines, shoving her face into the pillow set in front of her as she relaxes into the stable pace. A simple yank of her waist back to your thighs serves the only preamble, the quick groan ripped out of your chest, that rush of wanting this tightness and addicting feeling more and more. 

“Right?” You’re asking again, meshing her hips with yours, leaning forward and down to the nape of her neck. Sighs joining together in an impromptu chorus, “I’m not denying you winning me over.” 

Haewon’s hands here go a bit haywire, shooting up and out. One of them comes to grips with the comforter beneath her. You watch her body move, ass rippling through every pump back into her cunt. “Yeah, but you-” 

Her head then dips down into the pillow again, writhing in the twists left and right. You catch yourself hobbling over her upper body once more, lip trapped to your teeth. “You said ‘yeah’. Let’s keep it that way.” 

A gradual rhythm gets developed here, taking in every wonderful inch of Haewon’s dripping cunt, shaft picking up more and more slick with ease in every passing stroke. She’s so wonderfully tight around your length, molding to your cock like it’s the missing piece that makes her feel complete, and whole. There’s an attempt to level herself parallel to the mattress, but you don’t give her any kind of luxury whatsoever, pushing down on the small of her back that deepens the arch, nudging your cockhead down further past the threshold of her calefaction. 

You’re blinking, you’re believing, and you’re pretty much swearing to the heavens above at the thought out realization that Haewon was meant to be yours - like she was made for only you. She’s in the right position, taking you at just the right angle, all sensibilities hanging on a singular thread. Every hit spills out a quick phrase of pants, watch her struggle in keeping her head upright, a slacking neck in response with the consistent slaps of your hips into hers. 

Her slick creates these scattered strings across the skin - not only to the tops of your thighs, but to her ass as well, the sound of her moans bouncing off the walls once they start to rise up a bit in volume. 

“Fucking-” and it’s right at this moment, where she sounds relieved, it all comes down with a firm grind of her teeth, “fuck.” 

“Yeah?” You hum. 

“It’s so-” the blowback of your cock into her cunt becomes a little too much to bear, “it’s so fucking good.” 

You’re holding her in place, right at the hips, the unbelievable form of her ass rocking back and forth with every shift of motion caused by you. The low light of your humidifier works its hours on the nightstand, illuminating the comfy and watered colors onto her skin. She’s drenched in this soft honey shade, laying ruin of the pale sheets on her knees and elbows - face gazing to the window, proffering up these listless praises to fill up your head. 

The thing is: this isn’t the first time that you and her were like this. There’s an absolute certainty that someone living in either the floors above or below your room has heard everything that’s happened within these walls. Surely someone minding their own business walking along the sidewalk outside has seen Haewon’s gorgeous tits pressed up against the glass, her face full of rapture and pleasure - not having any sense of respect or decency to keep it in the room. You remember railing her poor pussy out on the balcony one time; and that was an issue for the landlord to bring up the following day, but neither you nor her really cared. 

What really mattered here, was fucking her brains out. Easy as that. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh my god-” 

Every word that’s punctuated out of her lips starts to collapse on top of each other, the impact of your thrusts siphoning the last bits of air trapped in her lungs. She isn’t making her condition any better, suffocating herself deep into the pillow, hoping to drown out the wet noises of her cunt slipping your cock in with refined precision. This choking grip is more dangerous than her hands, her hitched breaths are in no comparison to your labored huffs, slowing your movements with one forceful drive in, a massage of her asscheeks here, another drag and thrust back into her tight cunt, and a playful slap to her ass, tainting the slick skin in red. 

“Baby, your fucking cunt,” you hiss. “Jesus christ.” 

A whiny ‘mhm-” is all you manage to get out of Haewon, breaking underneath your weight. Her ass is still facing up, face shoved into the pillow, nicking her neck up for air, fucking her down the curve of her spine. “Oh my goodness. You got it so deep. Hit me hard. Please, and I swear to fuck - ngh-” 

You’re groaning, increasing the sway of your hips into hers, “So fucking tight.” Haewon’s hands manage to find yours, holding the swell of her ass together, moving her body the opposite direction away from you, meeting the impact down the middle which sends your balls lightly tapping the nub of her clit. She knows that you’ve been working a bit too much for your own sake, so she goes on ahead and has her own fun, fucking herself back onto your cock, the recoil alone enough for you to just freeze on your knees and take it. 

“S’that feel good?” she asks innocently.

Spilling out another expletive, you angle your hips up as her ass comes crashing down. 

“You’re so hard for me,” Haewon continues, looking over with her body still pressed against the sheets, the left side of her face smiling at the sight of you trying to hold it together. “This cock fits so well inside- jesus, ah- had to let yourself go for a bit, didn’t you?” 

“If you keep your hips moving with my hands tied, I’m gonna fucking lose it.” 

The plot was already lost from the first dirty thought you had with her. 

Her ass keeps your lower half in check, unknowingly moving through muscle memory while the walls of your room continue to reverberate the stuttering breaths and quick curses slipping out of both of your lips. Your hands hold still in tandem with her fingers and start to claw into your palms, pleasure spiking everywhere in her body, skin hot to the touch as the claps start to increase in tempo - the rate shifting to something more desperate, erratic. 

“My fucking god, shit!” She wails, her hands shooting down to her ass, spreading herself wider while you lock your eyes at the sight of your cock buried into her cunt becomes a whole lot more clearer now, “Right there baby, holy fuck- this cock is just-” Haewon’s demeanor is diminishing by the second, words and sighs tumbling over in loops, but the pitch in her whines hit a familiar key or tone, gradually crescendoing when she gives up in squirming between your fingers. 

“Pound my ass- yes, fuck- this dick is amazing.” Her head swivels up before ducking below into the open cavity of her chest and arms, sucking in her stomach with whatever strength she has left, “Give me more,” she’s panting, head spinning and spinning like a ceiling fan, “Give it to me. I need more-” 

There’s not much left for you to take other than the stray tit that’s captured into your hand when you hunch yourself over her again, lift the upper half of her body upwards so that she’s in line with yours, entrapping that heat away from the cool air, trembling. Your mouth is back to her ear again, eyes half-lidded, fingers moving around your neck while the warmth of her cunt starts to burn across your length - the new lane created where your cock slides into her that creates this sequence of events of her convulsing, shuddering, pulling her hips back with a sole purpose to just ruin her. You’re hearing a slight wheeze out of her, maybe a sob too, the head of your cock’s hit a spot past her threshold where it literally makes her go stupid; mind and body into putty, exactly the way you like it. 

Her fingers continue to hold tight, cunt clenching around your thick shaft when you’ve finally got her past that edge. There’s a bit of a moment of pause when you and her are stacked on top of each other, exhaustion finally breaking through, coaxing her second orgasm as you’re keeping your cock warm inside of her, feeling her hips spaz out of control while you endure in fucking her poor, spent, pretty pussy. Both heels of her feet bend towards the backside of your thighs, pressing her waist into the mattress, sliding yourself out the tightness before teasing her with the half of your shaft. 

“There we go, Haewon. I’ve got you,” you’re telling her. The tone of your voice drowned out by the keening shattering through. “You’re perfect. Cum over this cock, baby. You deserved it.” 

She keeps on sighing when she comes down from her second high, summoning this lazy grin while you’re peppering her face with kisses, an indication for a job well done. But she taps the top of your hand twice, resting at the crease of her hips - and the shimmy of her hips still embedded with your cock tells you only one thing: 

“I wanna make you cum.” 

The insanity this woman has. It does something to you. 

So you waste no time at all. It’s enormously more than just a mess with how fucked up she is. 

When you give her what she needs: flipping on her back was the way to go, yanking her hips back into yours until you see her eyes go wide at the sudden stroke before rolling up behind her head and past her eyelids - everything starts to fall into place with the way the back of her ankles hold your waist, which only leaves you with the sole choice of pounding her so fucking hard that you’d have to hook yourself into the arch of her back where she’ll have no where to go - it’s a position well practiced, your ol’ reliable: firing your cock on all cylinders at a pace so inhuman until she’s able to look you in the eyes and cast a spell for you to finish on her pretty face and leave her there with the damage when it’s all said and done - the assurance that you’ll give her what she wants and have you craving for more - kissing you shamelessly like she’ll be stoned to a rock come the next day, and when you’re feeling the pit of your stomach open more and more, the muscles in your hips and legs moving and tensing in the midst of this sex-filled frenzy, there was only one instinct in your mind where it didn’t take much to pump and dump your load inside her. 

You can feel yourself getting close, head dizzying. “Haewon-” 

“I know, handsome boy,” she praises, pulling you so that your forehead touches hers, “can feel you throbbing down there.” 

She lets out this airy laugh when you wince a bit, hands reined at the small of her back and bringing her waist in, the impact of your cock rebounds her body once the pace starts to decrease. 

“Fill me up, like you always do,” Haewon husks, voice barely a whisper in contrast to your hoarseness, “Put a baby in me.” 

There’s this sort of tension in the air along with your body, driving your cock deep into her, burying your cum into the crevices of her pulsing hotness. Haewon lets out a sigh of relief, telling you to keep cumming inside of her, feeling every hot thread of your release coating her slopped walls. 

You can feel yourself get light-headed - the warmth alone, not to mention how wet and tight her pussy is still, a place where everything feels right - but the lust filled in your head starts to fade, blackened vision returning to normal; and before you know it, you’re coming back to earth. 

Neither of you move a muscle. Instead, you lay there for a bit, taking in the dwindling time of exploring each other’s bodies, holding yourselves together while your lips are conducting one final battle for that last dominance, the stench of sex and sweat still fresh and out to the open air. 

Haewon manages to wrap both of her arms around your neck, kissing the slope of her neck and collarbone, scratching the back of your head, looking up to the ceiling with a lazy smile, one plastered with satisfaction. She taps your shoulder to grab your attention, but all you could come up with was a simple hum, which seemed to be enough for her. 

“Go get me some lemons and water. I owe you a special something and a ride.” 

–

Morning rolls around not long after, and assessing the lay of the land of your living space with one eye open. Everything seems to be in their place, tv remotes, work bag next to the neighboring desk, and the singular cup on the counter next to the fridge. Another thing to note, Haewon already got a jump start to the day. 

You’re sliding across the floor with said singular cup being put into the kitchen sink, but with the other eye open now, you notice something at the corner of the kitchen island: a small box left open. 

“I wonder what she has for me this time,” you say to yourself, examining the box which turned out to be a contraceptive tablet. A note also slips out with a card attached. 

“Take today off. I’ll be coming over later. By the way, I hope you won’t get mad at me for snatching your little gift from Jiwoo. It was too cute for you to have sitting on your nightstand or coffee table, so I took it for myself. 

p.s 

Don’t worry about last night so much. I had everything thought out since our little ‘accident’ the first time. Can’t really say the same thing with what I said, but you can choose to ignore it…or not ;’)

- Haewon

xo <3” 

The attached card flipped over showed the name of the gacha toy gifted to you. A justified reaction of sighing with rolled eyes and the shake of your head was pretty much the start of some days; but hey, at least the breaks are enjoyable. 

“Sleight of hand my ass,” you mutter, thumbing the small slip of paper in your fingers, “she stole that from me.” 

-

a/n: sending my special flowers to @majorblinks (i love you foreverrr <3), @passingnotions (for happily agreeing to poke around wherever in the draft), and @yieldtotemptation (to opening the floodgates with ur bae fic).

thank you for reading and wemo check. :3

[neckromantics]

Astarion loves to take baths with you.

It's one of his favorite ways to spend his downtime in general, honestly. Not only is the bath such a soothing place to be (you know once this man has the option, he's going to splurge on a vast collection of luxury soaps, oils, hair masks, and body scrubs- the list goes on.), but there's just something about it that makes him feel so normal? Mortal, almost.

If he lets himself soak just long enough, the heat from the water begins to nullify the vampiric chill that he's grown ever so used to. It's a pleasant warmth that works its way past pale skin- past tired muscles and aching sinew- and settles down deep into his very bones. For a few precious moments, he can convince himself that the eternal discomfort of undeath has made off for good this time.

And his hair always looks spectacular after wash day. It's a win-win scenario for him. So for his favorite person to be involved as well? Well, that just makes it all the more better.

-

This time, you're lounging on the floor nearby as he soaks- having stuck around after washing his hair for him as he oh-so-kindly requested of you. He's still a bit new at asking for small acts of kindness, so of course, you jumped at the chance to put your hands to good use. You were so careful not to catch your fingers on any snags as you worked a sweet-smelling soap through his wet curls, nails scrubbing away at his scalp even after it's all rinsed away just to hear him purr for you.

You're leaning against the bath, cheek cushioned against your forearm as it rests along the edge. The other swirls idly in the water- kept heated by clever use of prestidigitation (you'd recently picked up this cantrip for purposes such as this) and softened by the finest oils stolen gold could purchase. The curtains in your room are carefully drawn, and although your source of light comes from the multitude of candles scattered about, it's still enough to see the nice flush the heat brings to his skin. It's a little odd to see him so pinkened, and obviously, you can't help but stare no matter how hard you try not to.

It's the blood- your blood- that's pooling beneath the surface of his skin and giving him this radiance that many a man would covet.

Rose blooms a pretty bouquet on the smooth skin of his chest, up the length of his bared throat as he rests his head, and even reaches the tips of the pointy ears you so adore. Gods, even his knuckles are pinker when he reaches a hand out of the water to push his hair away from his forehead, and your gaze immediately follows the trail of soapy water as it glides down his wrist- drip-drops from his elbow and back into the bath.

Astarion looks so... peaceful like this.

Pale lashes rest upon warm cheeks as he reclines, face fallen soft, similar to how it does when he's deep in trance. A part of you wonders if this is how he might have looked back some two hundred years ago, before the affliction that was bestowed upon him by his old (now deceased, you celebrate mentally) master.

Eyes of ruby open just a crack, and you know that smug smile is coming before his lips so much as twitch.

"You know, my dear, most people consider staring to be rather rude." He purrs.

You're proud to say you don't miss a beat.

"Good thing you're nothing like most people then, hm?" Quick wit- a developing side effect from the many days spent traveling with the cheekiest rogue in all of Faerûn.

Quick as you may be– he is quicker. 

"Ah, right you are. Most people aren't nearly as beautiful as I am– one can hardly blame you for all of your slack-jawed gawping."

A half-huffed laugh is pulled out of you. Astarion loves to pretend he isn't just as delighted by your glossy-eyed admiring as he is amused.

And here you are again, suddenly distracted by the slightest bounce of silver curls when he tilts his head to watch your smile hit your eyes. His hair looks a bit longer when it's weighed down by bathwater and conditioning oils, almost to the point where some bits just barely brush his shoulders. You're so mesmerized that you have to touch him. The hand that's been playing in the water comes up to brush a few nearly translucent hairs away from where they've stuck to the curve of his neck, lingering afterward to carefully trace a finger down to his collarbone as you continue your oggle-fest.

Only just a moment longer, you tell yourself, and then you'll leave him be.

Yet, he doesn't let you pull away too far when you've finished. A deft hand comes up from the depths to capture yours the second you think about leaving him to his privacy, and you nearly jump at the unfamiliar temperature of its grasp.

He's warm.

Almost warmer than you, and it's honestly kind of jarring.

Astarion's still sporting that smile, although a bit kinder than before. If you weren't watching so closely, you'd miss how his eyes flash, uncharacteristically shy for just a moment before that heavy-lidded stare is set back in place. He brings your joined hands up to his mouth, petal-soft lips resting against the damp heel of your palm in a not-so-kiss.

They press for a long moment, and you can feel the appreciative hum he gives more than you can hear it. It occurs to you that he's probably just as dazed at your matching temperatures as you are.

"Get in here, darling." The command comes out as more of a question, really. You know in your heart that you have every right to refuse him if you really want to and that he wouldn't even consider holding it against you if you did.

But why in the hells would you ever do a thing as silly as that?

[honeytonedhottie]

summertime beauty routines⋆.ೃ࿔*:･👙

since we are now in the hotter seasons of the year i wanna share some routines, tips and regimens to stay fresh all summer 🍹

SUMMER SKINCARE AND HAIRCARE ;

during the warmer months i transition from a thicker moisturizer to a moisturizer with a gel formula, otherwise the pores of the skin would get clogged. the gel moisturizer would feel rly light on ur skin whereas the thicker moisturizer would just feel too heavy.

when u go swimming whether thats at the beach or the pool, leave in products are the way to GO. bring a leave in conditioner to apply onto your hair after a swim to make sure that ur hair is protected from the salt/chlorine and the sun.

SUMMER SCENT RECOMMENDATIONS ;

when looking for summer scents i gravitate towards more fruity scents for daytime events. and for evening or night events i gravitate towards muskier, more shimmery scents. a fragrance that i recommend for the summer is sol de janeiro rio radiance.

some body products that i recommend for the summer are the watermelon and coconut scented tree hut scrubs. the maui hair products. cabana girl body wash from philosophy. the bum bum body scrub.

STAYING FRESH ;

keep ur body hair trimmed or dont keep it at all bcuz hair traps odor and in order to stay fresh during the summertime, where we r always sweating. hair control/elimination = odor control/elimination.

use glycolic acid on ur armpits at night and use it on ur body in the day time. glycolic acid helps with strawberry legs too, not only odor. essentially its like a toner but for ur body skin. it goes before lotion.

last but not least dont forget to stay hydrated and apply ur SPF and smile

[rennybu]

Hi Andy! out of curiosity would you be able to give any tips on, and this is the best way I can think to describe this 💀, rendering the elf glow ears? Like the glow of a light source where skin is thin i guess?

It's something that I've been trying to figure out how to do for ages in procreate, and is something I've always really liked in yours as well as others work when it comes to elves! If not thank you anyway, take it easy

hi!! i'm so sorry this took a while to get to.... I drew up a little step by step including what layer modes i usually use, but it's not foolproof and will need some colour tweaks on a per-drawing basis until u find your stride with it.

the term for this is subsurface scattering!!! its how light penetrates translucent surfaces and bounces around inside/diffuses back out into a 'glow'.... that orange radiance is Blood and Cartilage.

some videos i've enjoyed on the topic (1) (2) (and there r many more to do with 3D rendering, if you're interested in going down the rabbit hole... i think i took off running with glowy ears after learning abt subsurface scattering in my 3D animation course back in 2018. ITS SO FUN)

i'm using my own shorthand for. everything i drew here. but i hope it makes sense for visualizing a quick workflow in procreate!!!!

i personally use a mix of layer modes, depending on the piece, usually overlay, screen, or colour dodge... It is honestly something i should devote some proper study time to (paint from observation without layer modes - its Good to be able to better understand colour interaction this way) - but this is how I've been doing it for the last few years!

transcript under the cut:

from left to right:

Ear and base colour :)

+ New layer Consider colour of blood and flesh beneath the skin. I start with pinks, light orange, yellow Less illumination <--> More

Set layer mode to overlay (or ur fav add mode...), adjust your colours based on skin, light source, stylization, etc. Merge down once happy!

Duplicate line art layer, lock + colour it in warm. + Light emphasis if u want (pop!) I like to use overlay mode but its not necessary. Adds a sense of depth and vibrancy.

base + soft brush + red line art Same idea of light/skin interaction, without using layer modes. Red for blood/flesh, orange for transition, yellow for thinnest part of cartilage.

When it (light) hits the surface... it scatters idk

[shunsuiken]

cw. luci carries gn!reader and reader is just flustered by how easy it is for him + i don’t mention reader’s weight he just carries you + also can u tell im having luci brainrot 🧍🏻‍♀️

lucifer calls you to his quarters one day, using that sing-songy tone that makes you giggle. but after a few moments of waiting, the blond frowns and wonders why its taking you so long to respond and go over to where he is. so he gets up from his chair and practically waddles to where you are and finds you lying on a couch, staring at the ceiling.

“is there something on the ceiling that i should know about too, or something?” lucifer tilts his head, scratching his chin as his glaze flickers between the ceiling and your lying figure.

“i’m just—” you breathe, chest rising, “—so exhausted. i had a 12-hour shift and i don’t think i can move a single limb at this point.”

“you know i can just zip-zap your boss to make them disappear, right?” he kneels beside you, folding his arms over his knees. his frown returns upon further inspection of your face, the radiance from your skin tone has been drained completely from you.

a smile rushes to your face as you chuckle softly, using every ounce of your energy to roll onto your side and boop the tip of his nose. “yes i’m quite aware my partner is the ruler of this realm but i do want to stick to having a job instead of lounging around, y’know?”

lucifer’s innocent smile grows onto his lips as you boop his nose, his eyes momentarily following your finger’s movement, making him look so adorable. he hums, brows raising in excitement from your actions, “i think you’re so hot for that.”

before you can respond, he lifts a finger and puts it against your lips. “but also, i need some feedback on a new rubber duck i put together—uhm, do you think-”

“absolutely—yes, obviously, i can do that—i would never say no. however-” you give him a sheepish look. “i don’t think i can manage to walk over there right now.”

lucifer blinks at you owlishly. a moment of silence passes by. then he throws his arms in the air, realisation hitting him. “hold on, i can just carry you!”

“what.” your eyes widen, shaking your head. “okay, no, you don’t have to do that. i can wa-”

“don’t be silly, honey.” you can barely get another word out when he slides his arms under you, lifting you with such ease that it stuns you into silence. your lips are clammed together, thoughts buffering as you attempt to process the situation. although your arms seem to have easily found purchase around his neck…

lucifer let out not a single grunt, huff nor even a sigh; his expression remains unchanged, that fond smile adorning his pretty lips. it sends boiling heat straight to your face. he may be a small guy but he is the king of hell… strength checks out.

“honey?” he calls out to you from your lack of response.

crimson eyes observe your expression. lucifer doesn’t mean to brag but he thinks he has an inkling of why you’re behaving such a way. the corner of his lips quirk up with such smugness, you’re already bracing yourself for the cocky behaviour he’s going to begin displaying.

“what? cat got your tongue?” he cocks his brow at you when you immediately avert your gaze elsewhere.

“n-no. just caught me off guard, that’s all.” your entire neck is flushed. being able to feel his breath blowing against your skin there is making this position feel way more intimate than it should be. “now let me see the duck you wanted feedback on.”

lucifer giggles at your tone, so obviously trying to change the topic of conversation. sure he wants feedback on that rubber duck but gosh, oh golly! just look at the way you’re behaving… you’re even kicking your feet! so adorable, so fucking cute, he thinks.

he promptly makes a beeline for his room, taking advantage of the position you’re in to graze his lips over your ear lobe, cooing, “darling, i could get used to this kind of look on your face.”

[nanamimizz]

tags: 18+ minors dni / fem reader reader/set little aways after act 2/ thigh riding / budding relationship with established feelings / the wizard doesn’t cum in this its not about him rn

synopsis: you have a matter you only trust gale to attend to.

Gale thought he was used to being special.

Or rather, feeling like he was. A wizard prodigy, the apple of his mother’s eye - a Chosen of Mystra. Yes, Gale was quite used to being special.

Oh, by all the good gods was Gale wrong. Something he usually doesn’t admit so readily. You - the shimmering sun of his bloody, dirty and miserable patch of existence chose him out of the myriad of faces they have come across, you sought him out. There is a connection between the two of you, everyone who sets eyes on you always sees how your’s are on him. And Gale has always been the pinning fool; always has been and always will be with how many time his hand brushes against yours as your party travels the horrors of whatever awaits them.

Usually he’s the one making some sort of move on you, using his penchant for verbosity to regale you with all sorts of magical mishaps and you always sit there listening to sweetly. You smile at him, showing your teeth and crinkling eyes and Gale knows he belongs to you entirely. It’s only until now does Gale realize just how deeply you belong to him in return.

You sought him out, clearing your throat at the flaps of his blue tent asking if you can come in. He sets away his tome, and looks at you with something smitten dancing in his gaze. He can hear faintly the chatter of your shared companions as dishes are washed and stored, the rumbling of Lae’zel sharpening her blade and Wyll recounting a tale of hunting down some beast or another to Astarion, Shadowheart and Karlach.

A moment of privacy, no one will wonder where it is that you are - he realizes.

“Anything I can do for you - consider it most enthusiastically done.” Gale says, voice kind and soft with no bells or whistles like you first met. It makes you laugh fondly, and your eyes flicker from the ground to meet his with a smile so warm it feels like waking up to the sun cresting over the sky on his face after a long night. A little devious dance of mischief appears on your face and your voice deepens, dipped in humor.

“Oh really? Anything at all?” You ask, drawing close enough to him to wrap both your hands around his bicep. You tilt your head, hair following the motion and making it spill over your shoulders in the most beautiful way it makes his chest ache. Gale’s adoration must painted on his face in a way even you can pick it up with the way you grow shy and avert your gaze. His thumb places itself on your chin snd his nudges you to look up at him and his digit rubs at the soft skin lovingly. His eyes are dark between the two of you, the warm brown lost to the eclipse of his pupils as he looks down at you.

“Oh yes, anything at all.” Your eyes are wide and he can feel the warmth his words brings to your face. He smiles and you look up at him with bitten lips and your fingers gripping his sleeve.

“Anything?” You ask again, leaning into him and he can catch a whiff of the vanilla perfume you have been rationing this entire trip. He usually would think of as impressive but right now he finds the scent so heavy he can taste it when all Gale wants to taste is you. He dips his head down to meet yours with how it’s been tipping up and he only speaks when you feel his bottom lip brush against yours.

“Anything.” Your eyes go lidded, usual sparkling and bright there is a timid dim to them. Like there’s something you want and are still thinking on how to ask. Your lip is felt against his and Gale breaks into shivers when you speak.

“Even a kiss?”

Gale doesn’t have a response, instead leans into your space - the scent of vanilla and the warmth of the sun radiances imbrued into your skin. He has been kissed by the mouth of divinity so many times before but nothing compares to this.

Not even rose-water.

You are so gentle with him, moving your lips with deep presses and just barely letting your tongue touch his lips. Until he takes your chin in one hand, tilts you head up to kiss more directly - to feel your tongue slip into his mouth and for them glide past each other. You shiver, he feels it and he groans at how you tremble from just a kiss alone. Your hands are mighty with how they gripe at his robes, rising on the tips of your toes to kiss him more and more.

More passionately, deeper with your head turned to the side and he delights in how weak you turn when he sucks on your tongue. You part not because you want to but because you must - the air is sweet to your lungs but you find that you don’t care for it. Not when what it is that you want is here, right in front of you with lips flushed pink.

“Is that all you needed help with?” He chuckles, letting his thumb rub against the skin of your shoulder that is exposed from your night clothes. You shake your head, and come closer to him to rest your forehead on his chest.

Right where the orb sits. Right where his heart beats.

You can feel its weight, a faint thrum of magic in tandem with his heartbeat that pulses against your skin.

“I’ve been having a problem of a - intimate persuasion. And I,” you pause to lift your gaze up to him with your face still pressed to his chest. “I only trust you to help me with it. If you want to.” With eyes flickering away in a bout of timidness you fail to note how pink Gale gets at the confession - teeth digging into the skin of his lip as he whispers to you his enthusiast consent. It’s a blur, how he sits on you on his lap with his thigh pressing against your cunt.

You’ve bunched up the skirts of your nightgown, and Gale stiffens at the sight of the sweet cotton panties that you wear. A pretty pale blue, with lace at the trim against the flush of your thighs - he wonders if you’ve soaked them before, playing with your cunt on your lonesome in your tent. He wonders if you’ve thought of him while doing so. His leg shifts to get more comfortable and he feels it ; how it brushes against the forth-most part of your pussy, and how you tense.

Something in Gale grows wicked, and his hands are at your hips moving you at just the right angle and at just the right pace for you to flush. Your eyes grow misty and you are tucking your face against his neck so he doesn’t see how your jaw drops at how good it feels. Gale hums most amused at your timidness, chuckling into your ear as he pets your hair.

“This is what you needed, isn’t it?” His voice is deep, much deeper than when he’s recounting his mystical mishaps from his academy days. “Reckon you got tired doing the work?”

You nod, with a whiny mewl of a yes as you moan at the heat in your stomach. You’re wet and you are sure Gale can feel it against his pants. Your slick makes a wet stain on his velvet sleepwear - when you murmur your embarrassed apologies the wizard is quick to sweep away your hair and press a kiss to your heated cheek.

“Don’t apologize, it’s not a problem.” He tells you with a soft tone. You tremble with how he looks at you, with dark and heated eyes. Gale grips at your hips enough to make it ache and he moves you at his pace. Faster and harder than before and it makes pleasure sing in your blood.

“Next time you need this sort of attention, come find me alright? I’ll help you.”

It’s half a love confession and half isn’t. Gale doesn’t think he can stomach the idea of you asking anyone else for help with this sort of problem. You can’t imagine having anyone else touch you like this. You don’t think you will ever want someone else after this.

You come with all heat and fire. Your cunt is pulsing and sticky with your clit aching. Body still shaking, you don’t realize you’re being soothed by Gale’s soft praise and petting of your head. It’s kind, the way he touches you like you are a fragile little thing.

“There, there - sweet thing. You did very well.” he murmurs into your ears, huffing amusedly when the kiss he plants to your ear makes you shiver. You pull away to look at him with wide eyes, whispering about him - your gaze landing on the stiffen that is apparent against the material of his pants. All he does is shush, kissing you with such tenderness it makes your eyes go lidded. “There will be another time for that, for us. Sleep now.” He murmurs to you and you find your eyes growing shut.

[vivs-fics]

Selfish (Part 2)

Logan Howlett x Reader

Part One

Warnings: Smut. So much smut. Just an ungodly amount of filth. (Abandon all hope ye who enter here.), slight angst, self-loathing Logan, confessing feelings

“Logan, what the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?” Your brows knit together in a healthy mixture of concern and confusion. The office he’s pulled you into is crappy at best, but the desk seems clean enough. The scuffed hardwood harbors a lone ashtray, stacked to the brim with half-smoked Camel cigarettes. The light above you is yellowed from years of continued exposure to tobacco, the bulb flickers every so often. You have no more time to ponder the electrical workings of this establishment though, not when you have a 6’3 hulking Wolverine in front of you, hands running through his hair frustratedly.

“I can’t do this anymore, baby. I just can’t.” He steps closer to you, his warm breath fans over you. His eyes search your face, brows scrunched together, deepening the lines in his forehead. His lips are set in a narrow, straight line.  

“What can’t you-”

Logan cuts you off with a firm kiss, “I can’t keep pretending that I don’t want you the way I do. I fucking- God, baby. Do you even know what you do to me?” He cups your face in his hands and gazes on you like you hung the moon in the sky. His honeyed eyes trace the features of your face. He looks upon you as if he is gazing upon the Divine. The admiration behind his eyes surpassed that of centuries of people kneeling before their gods in awe.

“Baby… baby, you are everything to me. And if that makes me a selfish motherfucker, so be it.” He presses his lips to yours once again, passion flows between the two of you. The invisible string that connects you seems to wind around the expanse of your bodies and pulls you closer together. Neither of you can help it- the need for this proximity.

“Logan. Wait, wait.” You sigh out, attempting to halt the panting and pleading, almost putty in his hands already.

“Yeah, princess? What is it?” His thumbs rub up and down your cheeks soothingly.

“I had no idea you felt this way. You always- you know-” You shrug, albeit a bit sheepishly. A smile appears on your face, and he kisses you, once, twice, and again and again. He drinks in the radiance of your grin; he relishes in the light of it.

“I know, and I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that, and I thought I was protecting you by bein’ like that.” He stops for a moment, shuffles forward and places his hands on your hips.

The feeling is familiar, good. Great floodgates open inside your heart, it flows through your chest, out to the tips of your fingers and toes. It envelops you. Your nails rake over his scalp and your fingers thread through his thick locks. A strangled groan escapes his lips when you give his hair a hefty tug. “I thought it’d be selfish if I went about it any other way… but…” Logan stops in his tracks, his need to taste more of you is completely overwhelming.

He licks, kisses and sucks down the expanse of your neck, stopping ever so briefly to graze his teeth along your collarbones. He steps back, succumbing to the urge to commit the marks he left on your skin to memory. “So fuckin’ beautiful.” He mumbles, the words barely above a whisper. His eyes move back up to yours and with a quick, sharp exhale, he’s back on you.

“But I don’t care. I don’t fucking care, baby.” Strong, calloused hands move under your shirt and Logan gropes your waist. He drinks you in, gasping, thirsting, yearning for you. Hazel eyes bore into your own, fierce desire barely concealed inside his steely gaze. “I need you so fucking bad… And I don’t care that I’m being selfish.” Logan lifts your shirt and discards it; his pupils dilate as more of your soft skin is exposed. “I’m a selfish bastard, and I want you all to myself. I can’t fucking get enough of you, princess.” His mouth moves down to your own, he captures your lips in a rough kiss. Logan licks his tongue into your mouth, desperately trying to capture your taste. He’s ravenous, a caged beast finally let loose. You moan out in pleasure into his mouth, his heart pounds against his ribcage.

Every fiber of his being burns for you. The very cells of his body scream out your name in worship. You are all-encompassing, you smother him in your splendor, and he still finds it hard to believe that you would even consider gracing him with your ethereal presence.

He is jagged, tainted. Fire and brimstone. All rough edges and serrated ends. You are soft, so fucking soft, he thinks to himself, and he has kept himself away for so long. But no longer. His cock strains against his dark wash jeans. A fiery blaze of need burns within his system, it crackles and frizzles, engulfing his very spirit. All he sees, all he smells, all he knows is you. He wants to fall into you and take you apart, just to put you back together again.

Logan’s hands move up to your breasts and he squeezes them once, twice, before slipping under your bra and rolling your peaked nipples between his pointer finger and his thumb. He drags his hands down, out, and to the clasps of your bra. The rough pads of his fingers leave a burning trail across your skin. Logan pulls the soft material off your body and discards with no more effort than a breath. His attention never falters, his gaze never strays. He’s finally admitting to you what he’s kept inside since the day he met you. The rumbling, snarling, rabid possessiveness that he convinced himself was wrong spurts out from him in leagues.

He wants to taste you, feel you, mark your skin so that the world can see who owns you. His lips trail down your neck and onto your chest, he takes a nipple into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it. His tongue laps against your tit, his lips suckle on the pebbled skin. Logan’s hand moves to tease your other nipple, and you gasp. Your head falls back, hitting the wall behind you, gasps and pants escape your lips. You look up to the heavens, which is just a slightly water-damaged ceiling in this shoddy excuse for a manager’s office, knowing that no divine light could shine as brightly as his eyes when he sees you. No promise of all the worlds riches could coax you away from the pleasure he gives you. The thought crosses your mind that perhaps he craves you as much as you crave him. Your back arches off the cool, off-white wall of the office as his free hand moves down to touch you under your skimpy excuse for a skirt.

Your panties are soaked, and a rumble resonates from his chest upon discovering this. “Wet for me already, baby?” He enquires, lips abandoning your tits for the soft slope of your neck, fingers moving under the thin material of your underwear and finding your clit. The tips of his index and middle finger circle over the sensitive bud. He presses soft, delicate kisses down from behind your ear to the expanse of your collarbones, his beard scratches along your skin delectably.

“Does my princess need me to touch her?” Logan drawls, his head tilts closer to you. His brows furrow in faux concern. “Hm?”

“Oh, fuck. Lo-” You start, but are quickly, rudely, deliciously, maddeningly cut off by the abrupt feeling of fingers moving inside your soaked cunt. A lewd moan escapes you and rings out through the small room, muffled only the tiniest bit by the music spilling in from under the door.

“This all for me? Huh, baby?” He teases, voice low as his fingers work your cunt.

All you are able to do is nod your head and let out a string of clumsily worded confirmations. Pleasure courses through your body. Your thighs shake from the intensity of it.

A smirk appears on his wickedly cruel lips, and he continues his ministrations on your clit. His fingers dip in between your folds every so often, gathering your slick to keep your clit wet. “There’s my girl… Always so fuckin’ good for me, aren’t you? So eager…” Logan continues thrumming your clit with the pads of his fingers, keeping a pace he knew you made you melt.  

“Are you close already, baby?” He purrs, voice dropping lower. Lust practically spills from his words. He pumps his fingers into your sweet, dripping cunt. Logan shifts his gaze from watching his digits disappear into your cunt, over and over, to the blissed out, desperate look on your face. His rhythm remains steady as you start moving up and down on his fingers, chasing your high. He returns his focus to your clit, rubbing tight circles over the sensitive bud. Your hips stutter. The coil in your belly is taut- it tightens and winds and tenses and the burly man that looms above you, bound in denim and leather, talks you through your orgasm.

“There she is… good fuckin’ girl.” He keeps his pace steady, fingers reaching that soft, spongy part of you that almost always made you tip over the edge. “Always make me so proud, baby. You took my fuckin’ fingers so well, princess.” He cocks his head to the side and stares down at your trembling form, so clearly happy with the work he’s done.

Logan ushers you to the hardwood desk placed in the middle of the room, soon after you recover from the seismic orgasm he gave you. He lifts you to sit on the edge of the cluttered surface. “You alright, pretty girl?” He ducks his head down and lifts your chin with two fingers.

You bat your eyelashes at him, a hazy smile on your face, “Alright is… certainly one way to put it.”

He grunts, satisfied, moving his hands down to either side of you. He traps you between him and the desk. “Baby? I need you to know something.”

You tilt your head upwards and give him an encouraging nod.

“You’re not someone who should ever have to endure a casual relationship. Okay? You are… resplendent. You are everything anyone could ever want and infinitely more. I- I want to do so many fuckin’ things with you, alright? I don’t want to fuck and go home- I need you to be my woman. I need you to be on my arm and I need you to fucking dance with me. Seeing you with that guy-” Logan’s voice catches in his throat and he brings his fist to his heart and beats it against his chest a few times. “I couldn’t bear it. I cannot stand it to be without you, Y/N.”

“Logan?” You enquire, voice almost swallowed by your surprise. His name hangs, suspended, in the air for a moment before it is engulfed by the flood of his confession.

He couldn’t stop talking, not if he tried, not if he wanted to. He’d kept it all inside for so long and now, here you were- eyes wide and vulnerable, the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. “Fuck- I just- I promised myself I wouldn’t do this… You, baby, you’re so fucking good and pure, and I’ve got too much hurt on my heart to let you come close.”

“Are… are you scared I won’t be able to handle it?”

“I’m scared you will. I’m fuckin’ terrified that you see it and take it on and that taints you- that it hurts you to see what I’ve done.” His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip before his hand comes up to your face and cups your cheek gently.

“Don’t be fucking ridiculous, Lo.” You sigh, leaning into his touch, almost making light of the monumental declaration.

Logan is slightly taken aback by your callous statement, but it comforts him all the same. Of course, you wouldn’t shut him out because of his past, of course you’d be understanding and as wonderful as ever. He shakes his head, the corners of his mouth tilt upwards.

“Hm. That’s not something I’ve been called often, princess. You sure ‘ridiculous’ is the word you want to go with?” Logan’s thumb strokes your cheek softly- his touch, his eyes, everything is full of a gentleness that could only come from a man completely smitten.

“It’s a hill I am ready and willing to die on.” The bright smile on your face triggers an even brighter one on his. A rare sight. One that you hold close to your heart.

His heart swells, “I mean it though, baby. The only reason I kept you so far away was because of all of this shit.” He gestures to himself vaguely. Your stomach drops, the smallest amount.

“I want you, Lo. I want all of you.” His eyes shine, his heart soars upon hearing this. It’s all he’s ever wanted, he thinks. It’s certainly the thing he’s wanted most. “Will you let me have it, Logan?”

A quietness falls over the two of you. You smile at him, half-agony, half-hope. A blanket of heavy silence coats you and Logan in it’s warm embrace. He clenches his jaw, just once, before nodding. “Yes. Yes, baby. You can have it. Have me. I’ll give you anything you fuckin’ ask for if you keep lookin’ at me like that.”

You break out into simultaneous, smiling sighs of relief. Your hearts feel tethered to each other, an intangible connection present and strong between the two of you. “Logan…”

He nods, “Fuck, baby. That’s the prettiest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever heard.” He draws you closer to him, his breathing suddenly jagged. “Say it again. Say my name again.”

You comply, the whirlpool of beautiful emotions swirling in your chest makes you stutter, “L-logan.”

“Again,” He demands. “Louder, princess.” He bends his neck to bring his lips down to your neck, they brush against the sensitive skin just below your ear. His hands roam across the expanse of your body. He takes handfuls of you and massages, his skilled fingers kneading your flesh. You feel a familiar heat pool in your belly as he moves his hands around you, it’s intoxicating. You give him what he wants, you cry out his name to the heavens- a declaration to God and man alike that Logan fucking owns you.

He guides your hand down to the bulge in his jeans, moving your wrist ever so slightly, encouraging you to cup his clothed cock. “You feel this, baby? Can you feel what you do to me?”

A desperate whimper falls from your lips at the utter filth he’s speaking. “F-fuck. Fuck me. You’re so fucking hard for me.”

Before you know it, you’re leaning against the table, back arched up, moaning, whimpering and babbling- begging for Logan to keep fucking you. He pumps his thick cock in and out of your soaking cunt. Filthy, wet noises of pleasure echo in the small room. He picks up his speed, hand coming down to smack your ass a few times. “Fuck, baby. Always so fuckin’ wet for me, aren’t you? My desperate fucking princess. You need this, don’t you? Tell me. Tell me how badly you need my cock.”

“Oh, fuck…” Your pussy clenches around him as those filthy words fall from his mouth and drip down onto you. “I fucking need- oh, God- I need you, Logan. I need you so fucking badly... Please, please make me cum.” Your voice is a mixture of wanton pleasure and fervent desire.

“You wanna cum, baby? You want to cream all over my fuckin’ dick? Hmm?”

You buck your hips back into him, he groans. The sound is rumbling and gruff and wanting.

“Fuck, princess.” He fucks himself into you harder, his dick hits your g-spot, and his hand moves around your body to allow his fingers to play with your clit. “You’re gonna be good for me, aren’t you? You gonna cum nice and hard for daddy?” His voice dips with the addition of the name he knew drove you wild.

He brings you right to the precipice with his rough, rhythmic thrusts and then, with all the power of a raging tidal wave, your orgasm hits you. Pleasure rocks though you from your core, you moan out lewdly. Loudly. You couldn’t give a fuck who heard you right now.

He preens, spurred on by the spasming of your pussy around his cock.

“Cum inside me, Logan. Oh God- pl-please.”

His hazel eyes go wide, and you swear you can feel something flip inside him. His thrusts become erratic, desperate. He wants this, he needs this. He would let himself fall into you a thousand times over. No amount of time spent with you would ever be enough. He feels something warm and light and pure and new spread through him. It ignites in his veins, seizes his muscles and courses through him. ‘Fuck, what is this? Am I fucking in love with this woman?’ He thinks to himself briefly. Logan leans forward, discarding his thought, too concerned with how good your luscious pussy feels wrapped around him. He presses hot kisses against your shoulder as he fucks you.

“Baby, baby I’m gonna- Oh fuck-” He spills inside you, hips slowing as his orgasm washes over him. He keeps his cock inside for a while- fucking his cum into you, relishing in the feeling.

He turns you over and presses the gentlest, most soulful kiss onto your lips. “You’re fucking perfect, princess. Did so good for me.” Logan praises.

You take a moment to catch your breath, your body sagging against his slightly. “Y-you… Logan Howlett… Are a different kind of animal.”

“Fuckin’ right I am.” You can practically hear the smirk in his words. He presses a tentative kiss to your forehead, then one on your cheek, and your other cheek and suddenly, your face is being cradled in his large hands, jaw nestled in the warmth of his palms.

“I’m yours, you know that, right?” your eyes lift to meet his.

“That’s all I ever wanted to hear, baby.” His eyes soften, a smile falls onto his lips. His heart thumps steadily in his chest. This is right, this was always right. Logan knows there’s no other alternative to this. You’re it, for him. “And uh- just for the record, princess... You’ve fuckin’ got me. You are everything, fucking everything. And I swear to God I’ll be the man you deserve.” Your simultaneous admissions sit together, twisting into each other and solidifying into something glorious.

The height you’re soaring at is dizzying, the fact that you get this man all to yourself- it is almost too much to comprehend. One final thought sits in your mind as Logan holds you close to him, hands stroking up your spine and lips whispering sweet words into your ears… Thank God this man was selfish.

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𐚁๋࣭⭑ PISTOLWHIPPED ! ₊˚⊹ 𓂃 boothill x burlesque dancer ! reader.

✧‧₊˚. before reading: fem ! reader. partial strangers to lovers. use of pet names (e.g. babydoll, dolly, princess) mutual teasing. groping. thighriding. mentions of exhibitionism. mirror sex. biting. some jealous (?) boothill.

࣪✩₊˚ notes: i can’t get cowboys out of my head and mr. boothill didn’t help at all since i’ve gotten back into hsr. he is entirely to blame for this and not me btw.

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the brisk journey back to your dressing room felt much different tonight.

even in holding your breath against the thick haze of perfumes and artificial cigarette smoke that filled the dim hallway that you hurried through, your stripped away lace from onstage held in a bundle against your chest, you could feel something fresh within you swirling madly.

in passing the blurred yet familiar faces of your colleagues, there were kind eyes and warm smiles greeting you, as well as the praises and exclamations of admiration, pride, and aphrodisia being tossed at you like the shower of roses after one of your many performances.

you could only manage a smile and a few out of breath expressions of gratitude as you slipped quickly into your dressing room, promptly locking the door behind you.

even in the solitude that now enveloped you in the familiar, decorative walls, you could still feel the sensation within you. even with the ever-growing nightlife just behind the door at your back, you could feel it ready to burst forth into the stillness—like a mess of beautiful new paints onto a mew, blank canvas.

glancing into your mirror, it was completely obvious how much you were glowing. your skin looked smooth and vibrant, eyes filled with a newfound radiance. the mesh bodysuit that created the illusion of nudity perfectly framed your shape, making heads turn even at the sight of your mere silhouette cast on the wall.

with your job heavily relying on appealing to the audience with both your movements and looks, it could become easily draining to become so tangled within the ever-changing thoughts and opinions of others. there was a certain mindset that not many others possessed to work in such a place as this, and it did not come easy, not even for yourself at times.

though after a night such as this, you couldn’t help but marvel at what you saw in the mirror. and this time, it really had nothing to do with everyone else's response to your performance, though it certainly contributed to how good you felt now.

with how ecstatic you felt here in your dressing room, it was hard to believe that just a few hours ago you were the opposite. it’d felt like such a long time since the tavern had seen a night this busy. not only that, but the fact your performance was the headliner of the night with a crowd of this size certainly didn’t exactly ease the usual backstage anxiety.

as usual, all of your fiery nerves seemed to dissolve away as soon as you stepped out onto that stage. it seemed that with each lacy piece of clothing that fell from your body before the gawking and applauding audience, the more your worries fell into nothingness. every negative sensation seemed to seep even more into your confidence, making you even more adventurous with each movement.

though it all seemed a blur now as you removed your makeup, there was one handsome stranger that you couldn’t keep your eyes from the entire time. ironic, since you were the one people paid to ogle at all night.

far in the corner, almost completely obscured by the shadows of other audience members, a somewhat shady cowboy sat with his feet propped onto the table, hat only partially tipped in front of his eyes. his hair was wild yet kept, jet black, far past his shoulders.

even in the dim light, you could spot the flashy glint of the metal spurs on his boots. though your performance demanded more of your focus, your eyes couldn’t help but trail up his slender figure to his half-covered face to spot an all too familiar smirk.

the more you thought about it, the more that you realized this really wasn’t a stranger at all.

in the weeks of your prior performances, his silhouette seemed to take a permanent residence seated in that very same corner. though trying to fully recollect every night you’d seen him there was a blurry mess, you knew he only stayed to see you, and only you onstage. for after everytime you were finished and the curtain had closed, the far corner was empty, as if he were never there.

well, except one other time.

though the interaction itself was limited for words, you could feel something about this man when just standing in front of him. you were only just a bit shorter than him, yet it felt like there was a massive figure looming over you, especially when getting to see those eyes so up close for the first time.

his voice was sweet, though keeping his message to you short, only asking for confirmation of your name. nodding and giving him a welcoming smile, his closing gesture was simply to hand you a sizable bouquet of glittery red roses.

before you could even manage to chirp out a syllable of your gratitude, he’d already vanished. but that wasn’t all he left you with that night. it didn’t take you long to find the small note that was nestled within the stems:

let me stop by your dressing room next week. been dying to meet such a pretty lady.

– B.H.

boothill. the name combined with his handwritten letter had been stuck on your mind for days. even now, the image of his flirty smile was burned so clearly into your mind. those dark eyes being so fixated on you for weeks at a time was enough to make the heat rise within your cheeks.

from what you knew of him, he was a perfect mix of mystery and foolery; an attitude often dancing in between the lines of impending and satiric. he could be loud and wild one moment, the protagonist of the room, and like a passing shadow amongst the same sea of faces the next.

but when he watched you on that stage—he swore he’d never been so still in his life. even you could sense it too. a man constantly on the run as an outlaw who always stopped to give you his full attention? not any other performer in the tavern got even a mere glance from him. but you? even if it wasn’t fully true, or if you were remembering things differently in the thick haze of all of the audience's praises and sweet-scented cigarette smoke, the thought of it made you admittedly a bit giddy.

while your thoughts continued to spiral, you changed into the comfortable set of lacy nightwear that you usually wore after a night of work. it wasn’t quite lingerie, but it certainly wasn’t something you’d wear to a formal dinner.

you could only take one more look in the mirror before there was a knock on the door. slowly, the same shaky sensations from before crept up within your lower stomach. the mesh of both nervousness and excitement seemed to increase within you as you raked your fingers through your hair one final time in the mirror before approaching the door.

pulling it open, you felt the corners of your lips being tugged into a smile as you were met with those same eyes. as usual, he was dressed head to toe in black. the jacket over his shoulders was studded in flashy spikes as well as scarlet thorned floral patterns on the sides. the same design went for his pants and boots.

he smiled back, silver pupils focusing on you. behind him, you could hear the faint sound of live music playing in the distant room of the main stage.

“may i come in?” you couldn’t help but feel he sounded a bit silly trying to sound so formal with that drawl of his.

“of course.” you replied, stepping aside to allow him entrance.

even the way he walked, at least to you, showed a little glimpse of how slick he was. not only could he charm anyone he wanted that was in range at his mercy, but he could also slip away into the night if he needed to run.

he seated himself in the chair next to your vanity, eyes still scanning you in all of your glory.

“my my, she’s even prettier without all the glitz ‘n glam.” he marveled, unable to rip his gaze away from your bare face.

you felt the same flutter in your chest as you did from when you first met for the first time. but even with someone like boothill, you knew better. it wasn’t so easy for you to trust someone so blindly, even when it came to smaller interactions. you wanted to tread lightly, but there was still that somewhat sensation that was tugging at you through your lower stomach.

standing only a few feet away from him, you put a hand on your hip, eyebrow raised. “you don’t have to talk about me like i’m not in the room, boothill.”

he put his hands up after letting out a chuckle, leaning back slightly into the chair.

“apologies, pretty lady.” you noticed his eyes scanning you before narrowing back into your gaze that practically lasered into him.

he removed his hat, the mix of dark and light strands falling around his face as he ran his fingers through it.

“you’re just too gorgeous not to talk about.” he remarked with a wink, arm resting on your vanity where he placed down his hat.

doing your best to ignore the heat slowly rising within your face, you stepped slightly closer to him. you kept your demeanor firm, yet there was a part of you that just wanted to melt into his sweet talking completely.

your hand was only inches away from his own as you leaned against the vanity, looking down at him now.

“that’s all nice talk but…really, what did you come here for?” you asked straight out, hoping you didn’t sound too demanding.

he blinked up at you, a few beats of silence filled with the faint music from the outside stretched out between you both.

boothill cleared his throat, the same smile laced across his lips revealing razor-sharp teeth. “well, after seein’ you so many times on that stage, i figured i’d get to know you on a more personal level.”

you weren’t sure why, but his answer didn’t feel completely truthful. being in this business, there were probably hundreds of people who could’ve had the same surface-level answer. and for some reason boothill didn’t exactly blend in with that crowd of people.

sure, he had a way of not being noticed at first. the man was talented at getting away with a lot, and getting out of being the center of attention was one of them. but to you, even in your very brief and limited meetings so far, you could tell there was so much more to him than that.

your eyes gestured to the shimmery bouquet of roses from last week that rested against the mirror. “something tells me there’s more to it than that.”

he cocked his head at you, looking almost genuinely puzzled. “come again?”

you can’t help but giggle, giving him a playful look.

“that can’t be the only reason.” you murmur, moving close enough to where you both are almost touching. “no one comes to a show like this as much as you do just to get to know me.”

you can’t fully read his expression, but you can glimpse it changing slowly the closer you move to him. it may have been something else, but you swore you could hear a muted yet crazed whirring sound from the inside of his chest.

“and i must say…no one stares at me quite like you do when i’m on that stage, boothill.” you breathed, blinking up at him.

slowly, your hand starts to run over his own, feeling the smooth chrome of his hand even through the fabric of his glove.

“so, what was your real reason, cowboy?” you couldn’t help but tease him as your fingers gingerly stroked his knuckles that you felt tensing beneath each slight movement.

just as you thought you had the outlaw wrapped around your pretty little finger, it all seemed to fall away right from underneath you.

before you could utter another remark, he had you swiftly pulled into his lap, straddling him as he held that slicker-than-oil smirk on his face once more.

his lips crashed against your own, tongue snaking into your mouth while flecking the slightest tang of metal on your tastebuds. you responded almost immediately with an uncontained hunger, your arms being thrown around his shoulders as your hands ran through his hair, pulling him even deeper into the messy kiss.

boothill could feel you already drooling at the taste of him, the feeling of it dripping onto his face making him chuckle as he pulled away from you.

“i shoulda known y’were just a little cocktease…” he huffed, grabbing at your ass while he nipped and sucked at your neck.

“you might’ve caught me with those cute lil quips earlier, sweetheart. but i think y’forget who yer talkin’ to here.”

the words were laced with a feigning spite, as if he were speaking directly to an interrogator of the law. his teasing only persisted the more you squirmed, driving you even further into your pleasure-drunken haze.

you could feel yourself growing even more desperate, grinding yourself down against his thigh as he stripped you of your clothing one by one. even if you tried to hide it in some way, your slickness already started to leave a stain on his jeans.

“aww, you startin’ to get messy on me huh, sweetie?” you didn’t need to even see his face to know he was still wearing that same smirk.

your breath hitched at the feeling of his fingers swiping over your clit. he admired how your fluids glistened against his polished fingertips, before smearing it over your now exposed nipple. your head tossed back in response to his lips suddenly wrapping around it, tongue helping to lap up your own fluids from your skin.

it was a challenge for you to even form words at this point. you could hardly even notice that you were half naked on top of him, all with the door still unlocked. truthfully, you didn’t care. all you could focus on was boothill—the way he touched, marked and kissed you all over.

as your skirt was the final piece of clothing to fall to the floor, he smirked at the sight of your fully nude body on top of him now. no mesh, no lace, no shiny cover ups on any inch of you. and by the stars—you were so beautiful like this.

“shoot, babydoll.” he purred, pressing his lips against yours once more. “how many poor bastards wish they were in my position right now? hm?”

you couldn’t say another word before he repositioned you in front of the mirror, making you look at how much he’d marked your sensitive skin. with your back firmly pressed against his still whirring chest, you could hardly keep still anymore.

“boothill…please,” you whined, back naturally arching as you looked up at him with a glassy desperation.

he sucked his teeth, holding your face by your jaw as his other hand messily undid his belt buckle.

“where’s that tough gal from earlier, hm?” he teased, cursing under his breath as he ripped away his clothing.

occasionally, your lips would sloppily reconnect with each other. it never failed to make you whimper when his teeth would graze against your lips, almost threatening to leave some kind of mark.

it didn’t take long for you to finally feel his cock teasing your entrance. strangely, its chrome tip wasn’t cold like you expected it to feel. it was an almost flesh-like warmth, with a clear pulse that you could feel growing stronger as he moved it around your wetness.

you could feel a groan slip out from his gritted teeth as it slipped inside you with ease. you could see his head in the mirror tilting back, eyes already glazing over.

“y’know, i’ve always wondered what goes through those big-eyed halfwits’ brains when gawkin’ at you on that stage…” he choked out between deep thrusts.

with each thrust, he watched in excitement as your face became more twisted with euphoric pleasure, your moans growing louder and shakier.

“heh, i wonder how many of ‘em think they actually got a chance wit’ya.” he hissed, one of his hands wrapping around your neck as he fucked into you a little faster now.

you could hear him growling as his thrusts were both fast and sloppy. you had to grasp at the vanity to keep from falling forward with how much his pace had picked up. it felt as though his cock was both pulsing and slightly vibrating within you the closer he got to cumming.

“y’think they’d enjoy this for a show? huh…? me screwin’ their lil–mmhh–stage dolly?” he teased through his own grunts, bending you down further as his tongue slithered over your neck. “i bet you’d like it…”

the vanity started rhythmically smacking against the wall with the pace of his thrusts, hands squeezing your tits as they bounced. you let out a shattered moan, tightening around his quivering girth the closer you got.

“g-gonna cum, boothill…mmmh..!” you didn’t even know if you sounded the slightest bit coherent now, but he understood you perfectly without you even needing to say much. your body told him everything.

“let it out, princess…”

boothill groaned, unable to keep himself together anymore. his teeth sank into your shoulder as his final thrusts pulsed inside of you, causing you to seize up from the pleasure alone, letting a final shaky cry erupt from your chest.

it took a few moments to get your bearings. you breathed in shakily, allowing boothill to help you sit back up and relax your body once more. he was quick to fetch you water and seemingly very concerned with your physical state, which was an amusing contrast in behavior for him.

it didn’t take much to coax you back to your normal state. while there were quite a few marks visible on your neck and upper chest, you were sure you’d survive the prying comments from coworkers and managers, though it was sure to annoy you when the time came.

“i never knew you to be such a gentleman.” you teased as he brushed back your hair, trying not to guzzle down the water bottle in your hand.

“ya don’t know me, at least not as much as y’think you do.” he scoffed playfully, carefully pulling back your hair into a hair tie.

you glared at him. “is that a challenge?”

his eyes only slightly looked up at you through the mirror you both faced, red pupils dilated a bit. “maybe you can find out more while i walk y’home, how’s that sound?”

written by sirenscriptures. do not copy, repost, rewrite, translate, use, or post on to any other site.

tags: @houseofsolisoccasum

[nomadwrites]

bubblegum pink ⋆˚✿

gojo satoru

summary ⋆୨୧⋆ in which you've managed to convince the greatest jujutsu sorcerer of your time into getting pink highlights. what could go wrong? a lot, you learn.

contents ⋆୨୧⋆ spoilers!, pure fluff & rusty writing

notes ⋆୨୧⋆ let's start off easy, shall we? feedback is most certainly welcome & would be much appreciated! enjoy ₊˚ෆ

"come on, it's only temporary!"

"not a chance! do you know how much time and effort i put into caring for these lustrous locks?"

"it'll grow out anyways," you huff, setting down the contents of the hair dye kit on the bathroom counter. "and here i thought you were the adventurous type."

"adventure is one thing, but this? this would be an act of vandalism," satoru feigns a look of betrayal, silver lashes framing his wide blue orbs, "like defacing the mona lisa."

you gasp in exaggeration, clasping a hand over your mouth. if there was one thing on the boy’s long list of things he loved about you, it'd be your ability to keep up with his personality.

"sure. but don't you get tired of always having the same old hairstyle? maybe it'd be nice to switch it up every now and then, yknow?"

"i hardly doubt anyone could ever get tired of this." he gestures to himself, standing tall, a smirk gracing his features.

“you’re insufferable.”

“and you love that about me.”

you do your best to hide the smile that threatens to break free, chewing on your bottom lip. “oh but you’d look absolutely gorgeous,” you plead, voice dripping with honey as you cross your arms over your chest, leaning against the countertop. you bat your lashes at him, round doe eyes peering into sparkling azure pools.

the look you give him makes his heart do flips and his gaze softens ever so slightly. he can't say no to you, not when you're gazing up at him with those puppy-dog eyes of yours. you’re perfectly aware of the effect you have on him, but that’s not to say you’d ever take advantage of him. if anything, you’re just as smitten.

satoru adores gratifying you, answering to your every beck and call, no matter the request, even if they can be a little odd at times. who was he to deny you anything when you looked so entrancing?

he pretends to ponder, drumming his fingers along the cool ceramic of the sink counter. if you're quiet enough, you might hear the way the gears in his head shift as he puts on a show of overtly dramatised deliberation. it almost makes you snort, but after a minute or two of silence, he caves in, shoulders slumping.

"if it makes you happy," he breathes, flicking his gaze back to you as you perk up with excitement, light practically radiating off of you. he might come to regret this in a few hours, but when he sees the way your eyes sparkle with a radiance that seems so pure, he thinks it won’t be so bad. after all, it is only temporary.

"just so i get to hear it again," he pauses, slender fingers intertwining with yours as he guides you over to him and plops down onto the closed seat of the toilet, long legs splayed on either side of you. "you think i'm gorgeous?"

“not quite yet,” you say, running your fingers through his silver locks, admiring the soft lavender undertones. his glasses are sitting just above the tip of his nose, brilliant sapphire depths on full display. no matter how many times you’ve looked him in the eye,, it always manages to knock the air out of your lungs. “i’ll see what i can do.”

“aren’t you a sweetheart?”

“i am.”

he exhales, humming in agreement as he relaxes under your touch and relishes in the scent of your skin, not the fragrance of perfume or shampoo, but you.

this is nice, you think. free time has always been hard to come by, even more so for gojo than you. things had changed after the star plasma vessel incident. he had changed, and although he did his best to hide it, you knew better. you were there to ground him, to remind him of his humanity and his purpose for becoming a sorcerer. you were there to keep him afloat.

"so!" you clap, startling him enough to knock his glasses askew, "let's get started!"

"booo," he pouts, like some child. he likes to think you're like this because of him, that you've spent so much time with him you've essentially become a miniature satoru gojo. the thought of it makes him feel all warm and mushy inside, something he really only feels with you, despite how popular he is with people.

you get to work, skimming through the pamphlet of instructions. satoru attempts to help you, mostly by staring whilst seated on the toilet, questioning if you really knew what you were doing. you stick out your tongue at him as did he, tugging on his lower eyelid.

you manage to end up with a bowl of bright pink sludge, the scent of chemicals wafting through the enclosed space of your bathroom. satoru grimaces, both at the smell and how awfully pigmented the dye seemed, cautiously eyeing the mixture held between your gloved hands.

“no turning back now.”

“you’re sure this is temporary?”

“mhmm!” you say, throwing a towel over his shoulders to shield his black linen shirt from any stray drops of hair dye. contrary to popular belief, the all-powerful jujutsu sorcerer doesn’t make use of his infinity when there was no real need to, his reasoning something akin to him wanting to experience moments of normalcy with those close to him.

“i’m great aren’t i? strong, handsome with a heart of gold,” he’d said, standing in akimbo.

“in an alternate universe, sure.”

you smile at the memory, recalling the way he tutted when you responded, earning chuckles from both shoko and geto.

“y’know on second thought–” satoru’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, “maybe blue would be a better option? make my eyes pop and all that,” he stalls, turning to look at you.

“it’s not gonna be this bright toru, it’ll be a lot lighter once we rinse you off. besides, i’ve only got pink right now–“

“great! so we should–“

“but you already said we could–“

and you’re both tugging, trying to grab ahold of the bowl. “toru stop it! you’re gonna–“

splat.

"ah," he blinks.

silence falls between the both of you, letting the sound of droplets hitting the floor echo loud in your ears. you’re wide eyed in disbelief, and it takes you a moment before you press your lips together in a futile attempt to conceal the snort that bubbles from your throat.

———————-

“don’t you look pretty?” geto teases, snapping a photo of satoru’s lifeless body as he sits limp at his desk, looking as if his soul had left his body. you’re sure it did last night after rinsing him off in the shower, fully clothed, the sight of him drenched in fuchsia finding a permanent home in your brain. shoko echoes after the raven-haired boy, resting her head on a closed fist.

satoru’s once moonlit hair now a splotchy mess of soft pink, the hair dye staining his eyebrows an even brighter shade of bubblegum. you had to practically drag him out the bathroom by the feet afterward.

“what have you done?” he whined, voice breaking.

“me?!” you gasped, “you had a part to play in this too!”

it was a miracle he’d even changed out of his wet clothes, albeit it taking around an hour or so. you’re sure he laid on the floor for the rest of the night after you’d left, geto being the first to find him in the exact same position this morning. thankfully, you hadn’t had to drag him to class.

at the very least, this would be another fond memory you’d share together.

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

You

So I went from listening to "If I Die Young" by The Band Perry (because it was stuck in my head for some reason) to listening to Burying the Dead by Kevin Kiner from Star Wars The Clone Wars and all I could feel was angst. Obviously I have to pass it on.

Summary: Astarion realises he's known all along what it means to live, all thanks to you

He can feel the stickiness of the liquid sandwiched between your palms, feel it sliding down his wrist and trail along his forearm. He can feel your hand slowly slipping from his grip, your fingers weakly grasping at his palm for purchase, unwilling to let go. He doesn't want to let go either, but your ragged breaths remind him of the pain you're in, the hurt in your eyes tearing his soul apart.

"It's alright, love. Everything's going to be alright." A lie. He bites down hard on his bottom lip, feeling tears prick the corners of his eyes and swallows as hard as he can, willing his sorrow away.

Just endure it for a while. Until they move on.

Your chest is barely moving, crimson bubbling from your lips as you desperately suck in whatever air your weakening lungs can. Your eyelids flutter, your body fighting to shut down and Astarion has to force his hands to stop trembling, his undead heart crying out with each weak gasp that slips from your fading body.

He brings your bloody hand to his lips, hating the way the sweet taste floods his mouth. The smell fills his nose and his fangs reveal themselves, his body urging him to drink but he forces his mouth shut, pushing down the hunger that threatens to take over.

Your lips move, but Astarion can't make any of them out, rendering your final words lost forever. His hand shakes as it clasps tightly around the hilt of his dagger, his eyes squeeze shut as he inhales deeply. He can't do this, he can't.

He can't kill you. But he has to.

His dagger trembles as its tip hovers over your heart, the steel of the blade reflecting the setting sun. The evening sunlight casts a beautiful yet saddening glow over you, framing you in its radiance like it has a thousand times before, but today is the last time he will ever see you bask in the sun.

The poison has chewed its way through almost your entire body, your pained laboured breathing is all that remains. He has to do it now, put you out of your misery or the poison will drag your suffering out until your lose your mind, and he can't let that happen.

His fingers tighten around the hilt, hoping that it will stop the dagger from shaking so much and forces his hand to move downwards.

One strike and it will all be over. One strike and you wouldn't have to suffer any longer.

Blood springs forth from the new well he has created and he gags. He loves your blood, yes, that is an undisputed fact. It nourishes him, tastes absolutely divine, but only when it's you giving your blood of your own accord. Not like this, not when it's being poured out all over the ground, not when it steals you away from him.

He watches as your body twitches for the last time and hears your last breath leave your lips, a quiet thank you for everything he's done. He stares blankly at your now dead body, mind and body numb to the core.

Where does he go from here?

He sits on his heels, feeling the pent up tears trickling down his cheeks. It starts out with quiet sobs, soft whispers of words he never got to say to you that grow louder as he starts to cry, his heart shattering into a million pieces. Reality hits him hard. You're gone now, forever. He will never see your radiant smile again, never hear your melodious laugh again, never feel the warmth of your skin as you hold his hand tightly, never feel the softness of your lips, never…never see you again.

He wails out his agony to the deaf gods above, the tears flowing freely as he curses the hand he's been dealt, wanting nothing more than to have you back. He'd made a promise to you, to always be by your side, to never leave you but that promise lies broken at his feet, buried beneath the dirt you too will soon lie under. He will live on, alone once again, with the weight of world crushing him.

He cries until he has nothing left to give, cradling your now cold body against his chest, and feels exhaustion taking over. The sun has set, turning the sky pitch black with few twinkles from the stars above. He remains where he is, kneeling in the bloodstained dirt surrounded by the forest and the creatures that inhabit it, holding your cold corpse tightly and ignoring his body's call to rest. He doesn't want to rest, he wants you, he wants your warmth.

He wants this all to end.

He contemplates the idea, nearly giving in when a familiar whisper pulls him back from the brink.

"I want you to live."

He lets out a pained chuckle, even in death you're still there for him, catching him when he falls. He remembers exactly when you had said those words. It had been at his tent after everyone else had fallen asleep, under the moonlit sky as the campfire was fading out. You'd held his hand in yours, a fiery earnest look in your eyes as you delcared out loud that you didn't want his body in exchange for keeping him around.

"I want you to live. That's all. What living means to you, I don't know, but I suppose that's what life is for, to find out what all these fancy words mean. I know you'll find it, you're the kind of person who will."

He presses his forehead against yours, drawing a shaky breath and closes his eyes. He steadies himself and lets the breath out, opening his eyes to take in the sight before him.

"Darling, I…" His throat clogs. This is stupid, he's talking to a corpse. You can't hear him anymore, you're dead. His words will never reach you, but he has to get this weight off his chest, and maybe by some miracle your soul will hear what he has to say. He regrets not being able to tell you this while you were alive, but he supposes it's better late than never. Besides, it's more than just words he wanted to say to you, it's a declaration to himself, a reaffirmation of what he's discovered alongside you.

"I've found out what it means to live. It's more than just staying alive, more than just waking up to the next day. It's making my own decisions, choosing what I want to do, knowing who I am and who I want to be. You've taught me all that, you've shown me what it's like to live, and I…I thank you for that. It's because of you that I'm free from the shackles of my past, it's because of you that I know the path I should take. I owe you so much, more than I've been able to repay you, but knowing you, you don't care about it."

Astarion lets out a huff of amusement, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"Still though, love. You could've asked anyone else to ease your suffering. It's not fair, to make your beloved vampire do all the work."

He looks to the sky, wondering if you're able to see him through all the damn clouds and laughs. He can't stop laughing at the absurdity of it all. The laughter soon turns to sobs, fresh tears dripping onto your cheeks.

"I'm sorry, darling."

[ninibeingdelulu]

Beautiful, like the sky

synopsis: while you’re admiring the sky, Cloud is admiring you

The inky canvas stretched endlessly above you both - brilliant pinpricks of stardust twinkling against the deep indigo backdrop.

A gentle breeze whispers past, briefly rustling the tall blades cradling your forms before settling into a tranquil lull once more. You inhale deeply, allowing the crisp night air to fill your lungs as a serene smile blossoms across your lips.

Out of your peripheral vision, you catch the slightest shift of movement...followed by Cloud's unwavering stare burning into the side of your face with an intensity you've never quite encountered from the typically stoic swordsman before.

His piercing gaze seems to smolder straight down to your core in a manner that causes your pulse to quicken traitorously.

"Everything’s okay, Cloud?"

You tear your eyes from the celestial expanse to meet his head-on - tone laced with a teasing lilt despite the flush you can feel blossoming high on your cheekbones.

"You're looking at me like I just sprouted a second head or something."

The blonde ex-SOLDIER doesn't so much as flinch at being so blatantly called out. In fact, his scrutiny somehow manages intensifying further as those glowing mako irises roam every plane and delicate contour of your features with open reverence.

The way the moonbeams cast ethereal shadows across your skin...those rosy lips slightly parted on a breathy sigh...dark tendrils stirring in the zephyr's wake to frame your delicate visage...

You make for such an utterly breathtaking vision in this instant etched into nature's sublime backdrop; Cloud is momentarily robbed of coherent speech while simply basking in your radiance.

Like staring straight into the sun's dazzling corona without the obscuring filter of those polarized lenses he usually hides behind.

"I—" His usually gruff baritone emerges far hoarser and more tremulous than intended when he finally manages unclenching his jaw enough to speak.

Cloud's adam's apple visibly bobs along the taut column of his throat while he falters.

"Sorry, it's just...you look really pretty, sitting out here under the stars like this."

You can practically feel the tips of your ears scorching from the unexpected sincerity now coloring those words - all traces of his customary sarcasm or monosyllabic brusqueness utterly stripped away.

And the look of naked wonder creasing Cloud's brow as his full lips tug upwards into one of his increasingly frequent half-smiles is the final catalyst catalyzing your heart into an erratic gallop against your ribcage.

Whether emboldened by the secluded intimacy of this wee-hour respite from chaos or simply too transfixed by you in this instant to bother concealing his blatant regard any longer...in this sliver of peace suspended between one fraught breath and the next, your longtime comrade gazes upon you like the rarest jewel amidst the Planet's boundless treasures.

And there's no mistaking the way his eyes briefly drift down to linger on the inviting seam of your lips when you unconsciously sweep your tongue out to moisten them in anticipation.

Cloud blinks slowly as if awaking from a trance before hastily tearing his heated stare away - his cheeks now matching the vivid crimson of yours…