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EX BOYFRIEND LYNEY

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — ex! boyfriend lyney headcanons

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, fem! reader, a lil possessive lyney, friends with benefits, rough, experienced lyney

ex boyfriend lyney moves in a way that you cannot possibly get an eyeful of, no hint of what he's planning, no inkling of why he did it— his precise yet persistent methods to win you over again aren't for one to notice, in fact, he doesn't lose his frame of mind during the entire process of your break-up, his aura and certain outbursts are ultimately swallowed down by him so you cannot see them.

the man was keeping his emotions in check in an almost frightening fashion that in recollection, it scares you. one might even go as far and assume that it was for the sake of you, or himself, to suppress his negative feelings in order to make the environment easier for the both of you.

ex boyfriend lyney remains silent for a good while after your break-up, he doesn't reach out to you often but it's because he believes you will take time to get used to being without him again. on the contrary, it gave him the perfect gateway of carefully planning each step out— not unexpectedly, of course, it's important to note that he wouldn't force you to stay with him because he deeply cares about your happiness.

you really want to break up? well, if that's what your heart desires, lyney wouldn't want to stand in your way— instead, he'd make it his most important task to remain friends with you, in order to win you over once more. what most people told you is that “once a book is finished, you cannot reread and take parts out of it, just because you didn't like it or want to change the narrative” it's over, ancient history, printed out on paper.

almost comical, ex boyfriend lyney thinks— after all, he was a magician and utterly skilled in his craft. he could pull it off, right?

before you know it, he will demonstrate the love he harbors for you in a blink of an eye, that passion that was too dark for dim eyes to discover currently— yet one day, he promises you, that he'll draw a veil over all deeds passed and walk you through a new beginning.

ex boyfriend lyney cannot imagine a life without you, it is out of the question because he sees you as family, a part of him, he wants and needs to protect you even after your break up. such strong amibition of shielding his significant other (or now ex), specifically wanting to protect them might stem from him being a big brother and always looking after his siblings.

in the act of love, no other individual could make him feel like you did— it's as if magic pulled at his heartstrings when he sees you, or when you smile at you.

his chest pumps with affection when you're here. he's so eager to show you again, wanting to reproduce memories of the past, back when love was him and you.

ex boyfriend lyney supports you, always, and he does it flawlessly when he fuels your needs, his smoldering gaze always here to help and burning into your body, sending shivers down your spine. there was a problem you faced? do not be scared, because ironically enough, lyney always seems to be there for you, at the right time, the right place and with the right words hand in hand to say.

ex boyfriend lyney will always be there when you need him, and in conjuction, he'll be the answer to all of your hardships, as if he somehow knew why they were happening in the first place. you can count on him always, no? with one voice and the beat of his heart, he's there to look after you while inching closer, giving your cheek a good squeeze before calling your stressed-out expression cute.

ex boyfriend lyney can immediately notice how different you were a couple weeks well into the break-up, but he also likes how you're still getting shy when his attention is solely fixated on you again, like your previous defenses have never drawn life in the first place— it's a pain, a taxing one at that when you realize that you still like him, despite the fact that you promised yourself to detach from any further interactions you and lyney could have in the future, yet proceeding to go against your better judgement.

but after a while, ex boyfriend lyney and you couldn't resist the temptations anymore as you're first agreeing to be friends with benefits for a while— only until one of you finds a serious match again, or another person that was able to outshine any of you, when in reality none of you had even considered dating again.

needless to say, it felt good, like every small movement of him was ten times stronger when he presses himself into you, when he rubs warmly over the throbbing spots only he knew were to find, "you're always so pretty.." he drawls out as your stomach flips at his drunken thoughts becoming real words, angelic tones you could hear.

ex boyfriend lyney makes you take every long breath a lot more meaningful, you felt as if you were breathing in the fumes of a volcano as it captured you in a smoldering haze— taking into account how the bedroom was slowly developing into something humid, heavy, and hot.

ex boyfriend lyney lets you succumb to it fully, and there was so much pressure on your cunt that your back was arching up into his body, your figure held by two hands slipped underneath, the almost agony-like sensation of fullness bristling on your sex as lyney moves and explores further into the realm of your beautiful body.

ex boyfriend lyney knows all of your kinks, or the certain spots you liked being stimulated, the very places you only hoped he'd do whenever he's got you split in half. you definitely notice his self assurance too, it's a bit stronger than last time— how he cannot possibly hold back a ravishing smirk when you're this easy to please.

there's no confusion in his face either, nor was he unfocused, only a dark lust was painted behind his eyes.

ex boyfriend lyney pulls one hand from your hip to your cheek before slanting your head down in order for you to witness the mess he's made in between your thighs.

your hips were pressing up off of the mattress in order to taste more of him, the lustful hankering mounting in your veins as your mouth turns dry as desert bones when your moans increase in length. a just released greed develops from your desperate yearning, it expands in your stomach and multiplies the more lyney pleasured you, the faster he flicks his length over your walls and smears his pre in waves on your wet sex.

"lyney..." you drawl out in an angelic tone that immediately made his heart flutter, "I n-need more," you say, smirking, your hand slowly wafting to your breasts before you're squeezing one of them, twinging at your nipple next. this was on purpose— because you knew how much he liked it whenever you put on a show for him.

so you continue, without a hurry, going with the flow and moving gently between the valley of your breasts until sliding past your lower stomach that was currently feeling full to the brim. yet your hand doesn't stop yet, only halting right above your clit when decent on it.

"I can't... you're so, fuck," his voice cracks, a moan sliding up through his throat. he's done for, you got him now.

ex boyfriend lyney shakes from the warm greeting of your walls sucking him tight, salivating at the sight of your poor pussy squelching clamorously. the magician missed you so much that he didn't want to conceal the burly emotions of his mind from you anymore— in truth, lyney was pathetic, truly without shame.

he shamelessly whimpers into your mouth before lapping at your bottom lip, biting it, sucking and toying with your tongue. he's whining, on the verge of crying due to pleasure, his eyes closed and hips rutting into your heat as the tips of his ears slowly turn pink.

ex boyfriend lyney moans out your name when you lock your legs around his hips, the rough squeezes of your pussy tightening as your body began to ready itself, the pleasure of your climax coming through you in a formidable wave of bliss as the both of you came at the same time, feeling like all the relief in the world settled in your stomach as your arousal glazes all over his shaft.

ex boyfriend lyney lets out a deep, muffled groan as you shake underneath his body. he collapses shortly after on top of you— yet it's all too much for you to keep up with. possible regrets? well, probably, but you're way too dizzy and fucked out of your mind to even force yourself to think about it.

what's there to know for you was that ex boyfriend lyney still loves you more than anything— and if being in this kind of "special relationship" was the best possible outcome for now, so be it.

on the grounds that sooner or later, he will get you back again.

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rafayel's nsfw alphabet

➵ pairing: rafayel x female!reader

➵ word count: 3.3k

➵ genre: nsfw

➵ warnings: minors dni. this post is pure smut, no plot here. slight exhibitionism, sex toys, edging, blindfolding, handcuffs, overstimulation, somnophilia, praise kink, bondage.

➵ summary: pretty self explanatory, the nsfw alphabet on your favourite boy.

➵ xavier's ver. | zayne’s ver.

➵ masterlist (requests are open)

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notes: this one's for you @jaiden-zhou, i was gonna take a break and post these later, but your reblog asking for rafayel and zayne's version meant i got to work right away. hope you enjoy <3333

credit to @multi-fandom-imagine for the template

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➵ a for aftercare (what is he like after sex?) he loves talking after sex. most would get tired after the extracurricular activities, you included, but not rafayel. he loves picking your brain about anything and everything. still semi inside you, lazily thrusting into you as he empties the last of his cum inside you, trailing kisses across your face as he asks you where you'd want to go if the two of you went travelling. he won't admit it, ever- but he does it because he's realised it's when you're the most honest, spent and cheeks still flushed after your orgasms, still delirious after he's fucked the living daylights out of you. he will also never admit, he doesn't want to fall asleep and running his mouth makes sure of that, he doesn't want to risk you leaving him again. "what do you think about the city of love? i'd love to fuck you in paris."

➵ b for body part (his favourite body part of his and also his partner's) he adores your body, you know this, but his absolute favourite part of you is your eyes. no matter how many lifetimes he's spent waiting for you, your eyes are always the same, soft, shining and focused only on him. he loves fucking you, starting off slow as his pelvis collides with your clit and has you seeing stars, he loves the way your gaze focuses on him when he's thrusting into you, pulling out ever so slightly only to snap his hips back into yours. and fuck, does he love the way he gets to watch your eyes roll back. his favourite part about himself is his dick, pretty self-explanatory. he loves the way you tell him his cock is perfect as he fucks into you, pressing the rough of his thumb against your clit as you throw your head back. "you look so pretty like this, drooling all cause of my cock."

➵ c for cum (anything to do with cum, basically) he may have asked if he could use your cum as paint once, promising he'll never let anyone else see his creation apart from you. rafayel loves shoving his cum back inside you when it leaks out, plugging you up with his fingers as he makes sure you don't waste a single drop, ignoring the way you look like absolute sin with tears of overstimulation in your eyes. though, he can't ignore the way his dick hardens again at the way you glow after you've orgasmed, thighs wet with slick and looking so inviting, "one more round? come on, i know you can cum again- do it for me."

➵ d for dirty secret (self-explanatory, a dirty secret of his) if you hadn't guessed it already, rafayel lives for validation- your validation. he'll never admit it; he doesn't want to bruise his ego by telling you how much he likes hearing you whimper and moan. he loves when he first puts his dick inside you, grabbing the hand that reaches out to place itself on his stomach as you struggle to take him in, and he raises that same hand above your head so he can plug your slick pussy with his cock. "ah, ah, ah- you wanted this, can't back out now. instead of trying to stop, why don't you tell me how good my dick feels, hm?"

➵ e for experience (how experienced is he? does he know what he's doing?) he knows his way around, he's watched enough porn when he was researching for an art project of his. the real thing is different though, and he realises that when you're under him, spreading your legs for him, and he finds no matter how hard he tries, you're pussy is just too good. the first round is always quick, but he knows how to work his fingers and his tongue, making sure you cum more times than he can count before he's ready to go again, forcing your legs apart as he raises his top and bites down on it, watching how his dick enters you. "lost for words? why don't you start off by telling me how good i feel?"

➵ f for favourite position (this goes without saying. will probably include a visual) this is a hard one for him, but if he had to choose it would definitely be cow girl. the sight of you riding his dick so well, struggling to take him in, sweat lining your bodies as he grips your tit and watches the other one bounce. he loves the way you lower your chest to his after a few minutes, legs aching, letting him know he can take over. he manages to hit all your sweet spots in this position too, and there's no escape for you as he wraps his arms around you, angling his hips to fuck into you, making sure you feel his tip against your cervix. "tired already? if you wanted me to take over, my love- all you had to do was ask."

➵ g for goofy (is he more serious in the moment, or is he humorous, etc) he knows how to be serious, but if there's a queef, he'll laugh. how can you expect him not to? that, and he likes catching you off gaurd, because when you join him, giggling at his antics, he snaps his hips into yours, setting a brutal pace that has you struggling to catch your breath. "what? you not gonna laugh, anymore? no? didn't think so."

➵ h for hair (how well groomed is he, does the carpet match the drapes) he's always well-groomed. always clean-shaven and there's never a stubble that gives you carpet burn, because he likes to stay on top of it. he wants you to focus on the feel of his dick inside you and nothing else when he's pounding your wet cunt. he treats his body like a temple, basically. "i wanna look good for myself. it has nothing to do with you." (it does.)

➵ i for intimacy (how is he during the moment, romantic aspect…) rafayel acts like he doesn't care about being romantic, but he does. when he's not salty about how you make him wait, he gives you the best treatment, always eating you out first, fingering you until you can't take anymore, begging for him to fill you up with his cock, which he does, rubbing your clit as he rolls his hips into yours, making sure you remember the way his dick feels buried deep inside you. he always makes sure you finish, and he likes to admire the artwork in front of him one he's done, you laying flushed beneath him, lips parted, breathing heavily and still twitching. "you look so pretty when i'm through with you. hey, can i draw you like this? no? just one quick sketch, please…"

➵ j for jacking off (masturbation headcanon) you make him horny 24/7, even when you're not around. he'll be in his studio, casually painting and lounging when you pop into his head, and his mind will drift to all the times you've been underneath him. by the time you've come home to him, he's a needy mess, flushed, dick in his hand already leaking precum as he begs you to help him out because he's been edging himself for hours, waiting for you. "please, my love. i need you."

➵ k for kink (one or more of their kinks) what kinks does he not have? he has a huge praise kink, that's for sure. loves it when you get vocal and tell him how good he feels, how he's too deep and that it's too much, he loves watching you struggle to take him all in, slamming the last few inches in just so he can hear you sob. he's also a huge fan of overstimulation; he loves pushing you past your limits, watching you become a mess as he squeezes out another orgasm with his fingers. he's into bondage too, something about the idea of you being all tied up, looking pretty for him, helpless to what he has in store for you. he's a bit of a switch, too- he loves you taking control when you've had enough of his teasing just so he can roll you over and force you to take his dick. he also adores watching you use him, making yourself feel good with his cock. "you gonna cum, baby? feel good? who knew you'd love my dick this much?"

➵ l for location (favourite places to do the do) he's a bit of an exhibitionist, reckons it comes with the job description of being an artist. so, he likes it anywhere as long as it's you. he has a list of places he'd love to dick you down at, but his favourite would be his art studio. you're his muse, what gives his paintings colour and life, and he loves spreading you across his desk, raising your hips off the table so he can snap his hips into you only to imagine the same scenario as he starts his new piece. he also loves the beach; something about being close to home, the waves around your feet and hands as he bends you over, lifting you by the arm so you're body's flush against his, calloused fingers reaching for your clit. he loves the way he can feel the water against his thighs as you throw your head back against his shoulder, and he can watch your lovely fucked out expression. "told you the sea was warm during the summer. having fun, baby?"

➵ m for motivation (what turns him on, gets him going) just thinking about it gets him horny; you know this already. it doesn't matter where the two of you are, he will borrow your hole to empty his load, whining and teasing you until you give in, finding the nearest secluded place before pulling his pants down and sliding your panties to the side. you have this effect on him, he can't control himself, and he blames you for it, something he lets you know often as he fucks you from behind, grabbing your tit in one hand, arm under your shoulder and across your chest to lock you in place so you can't run, "it's all your fault for turning me on. that means it's your responsibility to help me out."

➵ n for nicknames (what are his favourite pet names for you? what does he call you when you're both alone?) he calls you 'my love.' a lot- something about your heart being his. he likes calling you his, repeating the words "mine, mine, mine." as he's fucking into you before his lips latch onto yours, swallowing your moans and desperate cries. he does like to use babe when he's teasing you or being mean as payback for you making him wait, rubbing your swollen clit, grabbing the wrist that reaches out to stop him as he rolls his hips into yours, "come on babe, i know you have more left in you. cum one more time for me- yeah?"

➵ o for oral (preference in giving or receiving, skills, etc) he loves receiving but will never pester you for it. he'll ask, but if you say no, then so be it. when you do agree, though, he'll shove himself as deep as he can go, hissing as his tip kisses the back of your throat, running his fingers through your hair before wiping away the stray tear going down the side of your temple, smiling down at you as he reaches over to plug his fingers in your pussy, stretching you out as you choke on his dick. "don't cry, my love. save your tears for when i fill you up. not long now, i know you can do it."

➵ p for pace (is he fast or rough? slow or sensual?) he's not slow, but he is sensual. setting a brutal pace that has you falling off the edge and clenching your thighs as your orgasm hits you, before slowing down his thrusts and taking his time, letting you ride out your high before he's fucking into you again, squeezing your ass and moving you up and down his dick so his cock reaches the deepest it can inside you. "you're mine, yeah? fuck, you're so tight. 'm gonna cum inside you."

➵ q for quickie (his opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc) yes, the answer is yes anytime that word is used in a sentence. he'll wait for you to initiate unless you make him horny, which is more often than not- he loves subtly teasing you, hands finding their way into your panties underneath tables, fingers tracing your hips, feather-light touches across your thighs to let you know he needs you, leading you to wherever's semi-decent before he's shoving your clothes aside, bending you over and kicking your legs apart so he can fuck you until he's satisfied. "you're gonna have to cover again with thomas for me, babe. this is all you, you know? wearing those thigh highs- thinking i wouldn't react."

➵ r for risk (is he game to experiment, does he take risks, etc) definitely game to experiment, he adores finding new ways to pull reactions out of you. the first time he tried fluffy handcuffs and a blindfold on you, he swore it was the hardest he'd ever been. he was in awe, starstruck, watching you twitch at the slightest touch, looking all pretty and helpless. you were at his mercy, and it made his cock twitch. the wait was worth it, though- after he was done using his fingers to push you over the edge enough times, he lined himself up with your pussy, and hissed at the way he slid right in. buried completely inside you, he held your hips up as he started fucking you, realising you were louder when your sight was covered. "who knew you'd like being used? since you enjoy it so much, why don't we do this more often?"

➵ s for stamina (how many rounds can he go for, how long does he last) you usually lose track after the 7th to 8th round, mind blank after he's pulled another orgasm from you, towering over your spent body, a smug smile on his face as he pulls his dick out of you, slapping it against your slick pussy a few times, before shoving it back in completely, with no warning. he will quite literally fuck you until you pass out. "come on, babe. keep your eyes open, and on me- i know you can go one more round."

➵ t for toy (does he own toys? does he use them? partner or himself?) he owns quite a few, most are in the first drawer of his bedside table, the others are scattered across his mansion. he likes buying them to see how you react, keeping the ones you enjoy the most. his favourites are the ones that focus on your clit, he loves fucking you when he uses them, feeling your pussy spasm around him as you cum again. he does own a pussy pocket and uses it often when you're away. also, he's definitely asked if he can have one moulded to the shape of your cunt specifically.

➵ u for unfair (how much does he like to tease) he's very unfair, often teasing you as payback for all the years you've made him wait for you, thumb hovering over your clit as he stops you from orgasming, halting his thrusts as he watches you try and grind against his dick. he turns your head to him and kisses you, mouth swallowing your complaints and sobs as he watches you twitch from overstimulation. he breaks the kiss only to fuck into you nice and slow, building up the pace before he's slamming into you from behind, arms wrapping around you when you try to crawl away from him with how sensitive you are. "what now, my love? you can't move, poor thing. try and escape me this time."

➵ v for volume (how loud is he? what sounds does he make?) he loves being vocal, letting you know just how good you feel as he manages to stuff his dick in your tight cunt, tip kissing your cervix as you double over at the feeling of being so full. he'll pull you right back up against his chest, not letting you catch your breath as he starts fucking into you, fingers flicking your hardened nipples, hands squeezing your tits as he moans in your ear. doesn't help that he sounds like pure sin, and his moans alone have you tightening around his cock. "fuuuck, you have no idea how good you feel. you're so wet, baby… feeling good? yeah? i know i am."

➵ w for wildcard (random headcanon for him) you agree to it after he gives you the pros and cons, and find that he uses it every chance he gets. you didn't expect this out of him, but this man really wants to fuck you in your sleep. just something about the idea of having his way with you when you're not conscious. that, and he gets horny during the night and doesn't wanna wake you just to fuck you. he'd much rather finger you until you're ready to take him, stirring in your sleep but not fully awake as he rubs his dick along your pussy, using your slick to lube himself up before he's lining himself up and shoving his dick in, inch by inch. he'll rolls his hips experimentally, and moan softly in your ear. he waits for you to wake up, dazed and disoriented as your brain catches up, before he slams his dick completely into you, not giving your confused mind the chance to register your arousal as he starts rubbing your clit, teasing an orgasm out of you the minute you're up. "there she is. how'd you like your wake-up call, babe?"

➵ x for x-ray (what's going on in those pants of his) his dick is perfect, no, really. it is the most gorgeous dick you have ever seen, not a hair in sight, and his tip is the prettiest pink colour, all flushed from how turned on he gets because of you. he's circumcised, hates the idea of his penis ever getting dirty or smelling, that- and he reckons it makes it easier for you to suck him off. he has length and girth, not too big that it hurts but enough that you can feel him in your gut when he's inside you.

➵ y for yearning (how high is his sex drive) very high, no matter how many times he fucks you, he can never get enough. rafayel loves the feel of your pussy, maybe more than the feel of a paintbrush in his hand when he has newfound motivation to finish a project, and he enjoys having his way with you whenever he wants. if he's ready to go, it means you'll soon follow. you can't refuse him when his touch trails across your bare skin, hands down your panties and fingers shoved two digits deep inside you, teasing and edging you until you give in to his need to fuck. "you can't blame me- it's your fault for looking so pretty, all fucked up like this. 'm gonna mark you up, let everyone know you're mine."

➵ z for zzz (how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards) he wants to fall asleep right after he's done with you, having spent most of his energy fucking you until you're leaking his cum all over the bed sheets, but he likes staying awake until you pass out, idle talk lulling you to slumber as he brushes your hair out your face and behind your ear, watching the soft rise and fall of your chest before he pulls you into his arms and rests his cheek against your tits. "you're asleep already? …i love you."

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ᯓ★ 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭 .ᐟ

📀 ; who's invited to the wedding?

ot7-boyfriend!riize x afab!reader (“𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝” 𝐓𝐢𝐤𝐓𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐈𝐈𝐙𝐄)

contains: fluff, fluff, fluff, cussing, (slight) suggestive tones

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shotaro — “you know my weakness is you.”

You got your phone set up on the tripod in your car as you waited for your boyfriend to finally get in. Seeing his dear little face through the passenger seat window, you’d smile. knock… knock… you roll down the window to the passenger seat to be met with your boyfriend’s query, “Hi lovely, you’re driving?” “Yes hubby, get in.” As he got in, you would think he didn’t catch what you had just called him, but when you’d finally face him, he’d immediately leave a kiss on your lips. “I missed you, wifey.” You tried playing it off, trying to sound seemingly confused as you replied, “I missed you too, but, wifey?” “Do you not like it? you just called me hubby?” and he would pout ever so slightly. Dang it. Your prank was slowly losing its initiative, why was he being so adorable? eyes shimmering and reflecting the light that bounced off the mirrors of your car, almost as if looking up at you and pleading for an answer. “I just wanted to try out a TikTok trend…” you’d spew in defeat. “Getting married is a trend on TikTok now?” it was hard to tell whether he was being sarcastic or not, but his voice was three octaves higher. “We’re not…” well maybe not now. —you thought, but you’d only grow weaker upon seeing the frown on his face. And very faintly, he’d repeat your words in a question. “We’re not?...” “Taro…” “Y/n…” with a warm, gentle grasp on your hand, “Will you marry me?” Your evening would end somewhere dim and cold, where the only warmth you could secure is from each other’s touch, and each other’s voice, and his little giggles when he continued to tease you about it. “Got tired of baby so you wanted to call me hubby already?” he’d coo on you, pinching one of your flushed cheeks. “You’re so cute, my wifey.” Whatever your answer was, the camera did not catch it —props to you for forgetting to hit the record button.

eunseok — “black shadow is married, it's canon.”

His eyes displayed skepticism, yet he wore a smirk. You had set up your front camera in front of you both, seated next to each other on the floor in front of the coffee table. He watched your sheepish smile grow wider when you had settled yourself next to him after hitting record. “What’s that for?” he’d ask, almost in a laugh. “So I’ve been seeing this little trend on TikTok…” you’d look at him for a short while to see his reaction. “Okay Miss-chronically-online.” he tittered at your glaring eyes, despite your attempts to look intimidating, he only found you cute. “I was kidding, go on love.” “So as I was saying—” you’d look into the camera, “So my husband is here to tell us about the things he found interesting about me.” You’d see his widened eyes, lips forming a bashful and downturned smile. “So Seok, go tell them.” After a long blink and a deep inhale, he would look right into the camera, “Well, first of all, I think you in your wedding dress would be quite interesting.” And for a minute you —almost— forgot this was supposed to be a prank. “What do you mean?” you laughed at him. “I’m your husband.” Say that again, please. —you’d think to yourself. “Seok, it was an accident!” a sweet and soft giggle leaves your mouth, “Okay, okay, for real now, tell them what got you interested in me.” He might’ve looked crazy in the eyes of the unknowing, but he was too in love to even care. Chuckling to himself, he’d repeat the words he’d want to hear everyday for the rest of his life, and only from you, “Husband…”

sungchan — “babies don't come from the sky.”

Off the bat, he’d find it incredibly amusing that you’d ask him to film a TikTok with you. He’d had his few every-other-day scrolls on the app, but this time he wasn’t quite sure of what you were bringing him in for. “Sit down, Chan, I'm gonna hit record.” you spoke to his tall figure that stood in front of you at the foot end of your bed. “What are we doing?” he very innocently questions. “We’re gonna unbox something, now sit your ass down.” you looked up at him, and soon with a sulking face as you pleaded, “Please? we’ll be quick, then we could do the thing you wanted to try.” He immediately got himself seated next to you on the soft mattress. “Alright, let’s go!” You chuckle, taking out a box of something —something you didn’t put much thought into, anyways, it would only serve as a disguise for the actual purpose of the rolling camera. “Can I open it?” you nod at his question. But then you’d abruptly stop him. “Oh, wait! show it to the camera.” He’d hesitantly —and quite sheepishly— bring himself, then the box closer to the camera, giving it a little 360 of the box. “So what my husband is holding right there is the very exclusive—” “Are you pregnant?” “What?” you were visibly taken aback by his ‘question’, in hindsight it could be funny, but it would send anyone to shock, quite possibly a coma —you thought. “I am not Mister!” “Oh. Then. Why. Husband.” you pressed your lips together, suppressing a laugh. “Ah, I see how it is… you’re tryna get me to give you a baby.” “Jung Sungchan?” “The bed’s right here babe.” “You are vile.”

wonbin — “make-up or make love?”

“Please Binnie, I’m gonna make you look so pretty, I promise!” It’s been a good ten minutes of you pleading with your beautiful boyfriend to film a make-over TikTok, with a hidden motive of course. He’d finally give up after your seventy-eighth please. “Fine, just 'cause I owe you one.” he’d utter, letting out a beaten exhale. You’d have him sitting right in front of your phone, like a vanity. Well, while make-up would usually come easy, it would only be difficult when he’d keep his eyes on yours that were so concentrated on making sure you were in fact making him look like a pretty little princess —if he already wasn’t one— and if you suddenly shift forward and the shorter strands of your hair fall at the sides of your face, his finger would glide against the skin on your face, tucking the hair behind your ear. “Wonbin.” “Why baby?” “You’re distracting me.” He’d let out a cocky laugh. “Really?” You made sure you’d finish his make up soon, so you could finally proceed with your plan. With your brush softly sweeping against his cheek for the last time, you’d put your stuff aside, hitting the record button for the final time. “So here’s the final product, as you can see, my husband is looking really pretty, right?” your eyes would avert from your phone to your boyfriend. “What do you think baby?” Not so cocky now huh? —a smirk would spread across your lips as you eyed his rosy face. A smile was threatening to crack out of him, but out of utter bewilderment, he’d gulp and stutter, “W-wait, did you just— husband? me?” “Oh, that? sorry baby, I meant to say boyfriend, my bad, let’s restart—” “No, no. Keep that.” He’d reach out for your hand, his soft, pinkish and glossed lips making contact with its back side. “Post it —but you’re gonna have to wait until I’ve bought the ring, give it twenty-four hours.”

seunghan — “i'm the no. 1 trendsetter.”

The excitement that rushed through him when you had gently pushed on his shoulder to ask him, “Hey babe, I want to try this couple’s trend I saw on TikTok.” cannot even be wholly expressed with words. “What trend? Are we filming right now? Wait, do I look okay? Where do you want me babe?” —his questions fired at you like he was chasing the ticks of your wall clock. You found this action of his really precious, causing a short chuckle to fall off your lips. “Calm down Han, just settle yourself there —right there against the headboard.” he’d promptly push his back against the headboard, eyes following your figure as you set up the camera against one of your bigger plushies. “Wait, which trend is this?” He was curious as to why you hadn't shown him a video of the trend you were talking about for reference, or why you didn’t seem to have an audio picked out and ready. “Let’s take turns saying what we love about each other —but, we have to act like we don’t see each other, act like I'm not here.” you tilted your head at him, and he’d shyly cover his smile with his hand, palm faced towards you. “You go first.” You quickly hit the record button, backing away as soon as it started recording. He’d hesitate for a while, fishing for your assuring gaze before turning back to the camera. “The things I love about my girlfriend Y/n? there’s a lot. Now that I'm being questioned on the spot, it’s quite hard to list everything. Honestly, I love Y/n’s everything, her smile, her eyes, her skin, her hair, the way she’d always remind me to never forget this and that —and if you’re gonna ask why, well, I just do. I really don’t know how to explain it with words only—” A kiss would interrupt his very passionate statement, you were both admittedly very hot in the face. “Oh-kay, my turn.” you moved yourself a bit so the camera could get a decent view of you as you spoke. You cleared your throat before you spoke, “The things I love about my husband can be—”

“Huh?”

“Huh? what?” You watched his eyes dilate as soon as those words left your mouth. The look on his face was quite… concerning. “Seunghan?” “We need to start over, let me go again.” “Wait Han, why?” “Since we’re changing labels here, might as well just call you my wife too, right?”

sohee — “nara smith who? i only know y/n.”

Sohee was quietly settled on the couch, patiently waiting for you to get finished with the very important matter you had to deal with in the kitchen. You told him to just wait there, that by the end of it, you’ll give him something worth his while. He’d turn around, still seated on the couch, peaking at you moving around in the kitchen. He’d immediately catch the tripod you were setting up and asked, “Are you taking a video?” You’d glance behind you for a brief moment, humming a reply, “Mm-hmm~” “Oh, okay, good luck!” you’d chuckle to yourself hearing his cheery spur, such a lovely voice he had. Though, for the following moments, you’d make sure your voice filled the confines of your place, and the only sound his ears would take in. You cleared your throat so that you would be able to project your voice. “Today I feel extra happy, so I’ll be making my husband his favorite for dinner.” Your what now? —he’d perk up from the couch, and seriously contemplate on whether he should just get up and jump you in your kitchen, give you a million kisses and hug you till his arms weren’t able to lock you in anymore. You continued, thinking he might’ve not heard, so you planned on saying it again, but then suddenly you’d feel some weight on your shoulder. “I hope I’ll be the only one to hear that from you.” his hot breath fanned against your ear as he whispered, laying his chin on your shoulder. “Hear what baby?” “Husband —I wouldn’t marry you till, like, we’re ready, but I hope I’m the one. I love you.”

anton — “i'm in my food critic era.”

He was quite surprised to see you playfully prancing at him with a bag full of foreign snacks you ordered online. When you’d propose to him to accompany you to try some, of course he’d oblige, who’d pass on some good food? “Where’d you get this from?” he asks as he looks through the plastic bag. “Online, my mom took the box and a few snacks, but we have all of these left to try.” his fond eyes gleamed at the way your hands did speedy little claps. “Tony, can I film us trying it?” “You mean, like a food review?” you’d briskly nod at him, and suddenly he cups your face. “Okay love, let’s do it now.” You set up your phone, settling it against Anton’s water bottle. You take out all the snacks, laying them down neatly enough that it doesn’t look too disarrayed despite not being organized at all. You hit record, and you’d wear a very dear tone with your voice, “I ordered snacks from several parts of the world —and today, with me is my husband, Anton.” you’d spare him a glance, but waa just frozen in his spot. “Say hi, Tony.” “Oh-uh, well, hi. I’m. Gonna —get married?” watching his anxious self, you couldn’t help but almost guffaw, but before it could burst out of you, you’d hug him. “Tony, why’d you say that?” he’d look at you as if you commited a felony. “You called me husband?” “Did I?” He shook his head, very steadily and very slowly, a clear depiction of how disappointed he was. “I can’t believe you’d gaslight your husband.” It was painful to keep up with the act, but you’d playfully roll your eyes at him, talking to the camera once more, “Well, anyways, let’s try the first snack here…” Your silence was concerning at most, the sounds of the food’s packaging being ripped open pierced his ear as if it were the most eery of sounds. “You really didn’t mean it?” you held up the act of perplexity as you laid your eyes at him. “What’s ‘it’ Tony?” The light in his eyes would dim, and you would immediately take notice of it. A sense of guilt would wash over you at the sight of him, till you could no longer keep it up. “It was supposed to be a prank—” He’d cut your explanation short with a comical gasp, “I knew it.” “Of course you did.” —you lost, and so you’d reach for your phone to stop the recording. “Hold on, we haven’t even tried any of the snacks.” “We weren’t really meant to, I just used it as an excuse for the prank…” “And? keep it rolling love." His soft urging was enough for you to set the phone back up again. “Oh, we’d have to restart the recording…” “That’s okay. Let’s do it again. Prank me again.” Call me your husband again. —you would never really hear his thoughts, but he hoped that his words were enough to tell you that he was a big fan of your ‘prank’, though to him, it would never be a prank, but perhaps something else.

something fluffy to combat my next angst fic :>

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Anton x fem!reader

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friends to lovers, angst, eventual fluff, mutual pining, Anton is kinda stupid whoops

synopsis: after years of loving her best friend, YN just can’t take another heartbreak from him. Anton soon realizes that he feels more for his friend than he initially thought. ౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆

There was something so heart pounding about falling for your best friend. The moment you feel the butterflies, you know you’re in for trouble. Reading into the smallest actions, wondering what everything means.

But there’s something so heartbreaking when they don’t feel the same.

YN met Anton when she was eight. They were playing at the same playground, and YN had gotten her stuffed cat stolen by some older kids. Naturally, the girl Cried. Maybe ten minutes later, someone tapped on her shoulder. She looked up, big eyes glossy and red with tears, and saw a boy standing above her, holding her plushie. She looked up at him, lip quivering, taking her plushie. He had gotten it back for her. She got to her feet and threw her arms around the boy, sobbing out her thanks as she hugged him tightly.

From that day forward, the two were inseparable, two best friends, their bond went beyond the playground and a plushie. The two balanced each other out, Anton’s quiet nature paired with YN’s energy made the two the perfect pair. They were each other’s missing half.

They grew up together, having playdates and sleepovers, getting to know the other through their years together. They went through their firsts together, played at recess together everyday and walked home together after each day of school. The two were as close as they could be, joined at the hip since that fateful day at the playground.

At some point, YN’s feelings grew as both of them grew up. She realized how happy she was when anton was around, how her cheeks would warm when he’d look her way, how handsome he looked when he wasn’t even trying.

YN realized she liked anton in 7th Grade. Middle school hormones running wild, she still liked him. So when she was in eighth grade, she told him.

“Anton,” she took in a breath. “I like you, a lot,” She stuttered but Continued. “I don’t want to lose what we have, but I can’t pretend I don’t feel anything for you,”

And that same day, YN experienced her first Heartbreak.

“I don;t feel the same, I’m sorry.” He apologized and watched his friend look down. “But I do care about you. We can still be friends, right?”

YN gulped back tears that threatened to spill and agreed, letting Anton walk her home before letting her tears fall. She said a brief goodbye, and practically rushed up the stairs into her room, sobbing until her parents called her down for dinner. Regardless of what Anton wanted, she knew things would never be the same. But for his sake, she’d pretend to be okay.

It had been for years.

Their friendship continued, and though YN tried letting her feelings go, she found she was still head over heels for her best friend. Yet he never felt the same, never looked her way. There were times she thought he may feel the same as she did, but just when her hopes got up, he shut them down.

When he had another girlfriend, or had his heart broken, he went to her. He’d hold her close when he needed comfort, let all his emotions go in her arms. But when he got over the heartbreak, and found a new girlfriend, he’d shut her out. Dry responses, rare hangouts, and walks home filled with silence.

When he would finally hang out with her, he’d tell her how much he loved the girl he was seeing. Or he’d cry about hw heartbroken he was that his relationship ended. She was the one he went to, the one he trusted enough to be vulnerable with.

But YN didn’t know how many more girls she could hear about without crying. How many more times could she listen to Anton profess his love for another girl he’d break up with in a couple months? How many more of his heartbreaks could she listen to him lament.

One day, the two of them were sitting in Anton’s room, YN laying back on his pillows while Anton sat on the foot of his bed, texting someone. They’d been sitting in silence for a good ten minutes. YN was beginning to feel fed up, being invited over to sit in silence.

“Did you invite me over just to text your girlfriend the whole time?” YN asked. She hadn’t been around Anton much since he made it official with his new girlfriend, wanting to respect their relationship. But Anton insisted he come over this weekend, saying he wanted to spend time with her.

Anton blinked and then scooted to lay next to her. He wrapped his arms around her, hands resting on the skin of her waist while his head laid on her chest. YN hated how much comfort she got from this. She knew he shouldn’t be that close.

“Toni, you can’t do this. You have a girlfriend,” she reminded him, ruffling his hair lightly.

Anton hummed for a moment. “We broke up,” he mumbled, arms tight around her waist, breathing in deeply.

There it was. YN went still. SHe moved her hand from his hair, sighing as she laid flat on his bed, going silent in response to what Anton just said.

“What’s wrong?” anton asked, letting go of her and propping himself up to look at her. He saw her expression, unreadable, foreign to anything he’d seen from her before. He usually could read YN like a book, she was his best friend, he could tell what she was thinking. But at that moment, he was lost.

“Nothing,” YN sighed and sat up, pushing her hair out of her face. She didn’t look at him, fiddling with the hem of her shirt instead.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing,” Anton pressed. “Come on, just tell me,”

Yn turned to him, debating her words. Though part other wanted to salvage the relationship she knew would probably end eventually, the stronger part wanted to finally say her mind.

“How many times are you going to come to me about your heartbreaks?” she asked, voice quiet.

Anton looked at her, confused. “What do you mean?” he tilted his head, not knowing where this was suddenly coming from.

“I mean that’s all I’ve been good for,” she sighed. “You get a new girlfriend you ignore me for a few months until you break up and need someone to cry to. You just come around when you need comfort,”

“No, I don’t,” Anton sat up. “It’s not like that, YN,”

“Then what is it like?” she asked. “You only come around when you need me to comfort you, or when you find another girl, and you just have to tell me about how much you like her and how you just get butterflies thinking about her!”

“As my best friend, you should be happy for me! You should listen to my feelings, you should be there when I need you!” Anton scoffed, feeling defensive of his actions. There was no way she could be serious.

“Yeah and as someone who’s been in love with you since seventh grade, I don’t want to hear you talk about how much you love another girl, how you found your new soulmate, blah blah blah. I don’t want to hear you talk about how much your heart hurts when you broke mine!”

There was silence. YN didn’t register her words until anton spoke.

“You’re in love with me?” he asked and YN stood up, needing to leave.

“I’m gonna go home,” SHe muttered stumbling a bit as she grabbed her hoodie, quickly putting it on.

“YN, no, wait, let’s talk, please,” Anton got up, walking towards the door to stop her from leaving.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” YN muttered, voice heavy, tears falling before she could stop them. “Please get out of my way, anton,” she didn’t dare look up at him.

“No, yn please, talk to me-” he felt her push past him, hurrying downstairs to get her shows on. He followed hopelessly. “Please, come on, just talk to me!”

He heard the slam shut, and ran to the window, watching as his best friend stormed away.

He texted her for the whole week after, blowing up her phone with texts asking to please talk, missed calls and voicemails of him saying he missed her and wanted to talk things out. He even emailed her a few times for good measure, but got no response.

A week later she finally answered his texts. They agreed to meet at a park- the park they first met at. Anton was nervous. What would he say to her? What would she say to him? How were they going to recover from this?

She sat on the swingset, hair loose around her shoulders, feet dragging against the mulch. He called her name as he approached, and watched as she looked up at him. She stood up, and he could tell the breath she took in was shaky.

“I’m sorry for getting upset,” she said first. “I was frustrated.” her voice was soft, almost inaudible.

“I’m sorry for making you feel like you weren’t important to me. It was shitty for me to use you.” Anton admitted. “I want you to know, I really value our friendship, you mean the world to me,” he gave her a gentle smile.

YN felt her heart shatter, his words crumbling the little hope she had left. There was silence between them, anton looked down at her. YN knew what was about to happen.

“Just get it over with,” she looked past him, breathing deeply.

Anton bit his lip. “I’m sorry, I just… don’t feel that for you,” he told her. “But I want us to be friends- i’ll be better I swear, nothing will change between us-”

“No.”

“What?”

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” YN had tears in her eyes. “I tried, anton, I really tried, but I just can’t,”

Anton shook his head softly. “No, YN, please,” He took her hands in his, kneeling down to try and get her to look at him. “Don’t do this, you’re my best friend,”

YN pulled her hands away, shaking her head. “It’s not fair to either of us,” she wiped her tears with her sleeve. “I’m sorry-“

Anton grabbed her arm to stop her from leaving again. He wrapped his arms around her, not wanting to let her go.

“Please YN we can figure it out, don’t-“

“Let go of me Anton,” she said through her tears.

He pulled away slightly, holding her face in his palms, eyes pleading her to stay. She brought up her shaky hands and pulled his away.

“Let me go, Anton,” her tears ran down her cheeks, stepping back away from Anton before turning around, and went away, not looking back as Anton stood there, tears in his eyes, waiting for her to come back.

A month passed and Anton held onto the hope his best friend would come back. In the halls he’d wait near her locker, trail behind her in hopes she’d turn around and see him. But she never did.

She was absent for a week after their last meeting. When she came back, Anton felt like she never saw him. She looked past him when he was nearby while his eyes would linger on her. She’d ignore his many texts and calls. When he’d try and talk to her after class, she’d just brush past him before he could get a word in. It was like she forgot him.

One day, he saw her with seunghan, walking down the halls happily. He watched her laugh at his jokes, and saw the bright smile on her face that he hadn’t seen in what felt like forever. The smile he would do anything to see again. The smile she used to give him everyday, that was now being made at seunghan and not him. He felt something pang inside him.

He felt… jealous? There was no way he was jealous. Maybe a little. Maybe he just missed her. That could justify why he felt this way, why he wanted so desperately to whisk her away and hold her close once more, bring her back to him, be the girl he always knew.

Anton sat with his friends, poking at his food while staring across the room at YN, who was eating with seunghan, laughing like they used to when they were together. His friends noticed his demeanor, how his gaze was fixed across the room at YN, how his brows furrowed more and more as she and seunghan got closer.

“Anton,” Sohee called his name and snapped Anton out of his daze. He looked over at the older boy. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Anton looked down. “Just thinking” his gaze went back up to YN, looking happier than she looked in a while. Anton hated it.

Probably the worst thing about this was how close the two lived. They grew up in the same neighborhood, lived a few blocks away. Anton would always walk YN home, sometimes coming inside for a snack or staying for dinner. Now they always walked an awkward distance apart, silence thick between them.

His friends went home with him, they agreed to play some video games before, and just wanted to hang out with Anton, who had seemed out of it for a long while. Anton had one earbud in, listening to his friends ramble. He noticed YN wasn’t in front of him as usual, and began wondering where she was.

Anton realized how his friends went quiet, and then heard her laugh. The sweet laugh he loved so much. He turned, and saw her walking with seunghan, who carried her bag for her. He’d normally look away, resign to their broken friendship, but this time he couldn’t, not bothering to hide his gaze as she passed.

He felt it again. That feeling in his chest boiling up as she and seunghan walked ahead of him and his group. He felt his jaw tighten, clenching his teeth together and watched as Seunghan walked YN to her door, ruffling her hair lightly before bidding her goodbye.

When they got to his house, Anton slumped onto the couch, resting against the cushions, not knowing what to do with this odd feeling. Even as his friends began playing their games, relaxing and having fun, anton felt his heart pang against his chest, a pain erupting from the part of him that couldn’t let YN go.

“Anton?”

“Yeah?”

“You look pretty out of it. You okay?” Wonbin asked, head hanging off the couch.

There was a beat of silence before anton answered.

“I don’t like that seunghan guy,” anton sighed. He didn’t know why, he had no reasonable reason.

“Why? He’s actually really nice,” sohee told him, confused why anton didn’t like the boy.

“I just get a bad vibe from him,” anton explained, not noticing the looks his friends gave each other. They knew his reasoning was bullshit, so it was time they point it out to him.

“Or Do you just not like that he’s been hanging out with YN a lot?” Sohee asked, and watched as anton’s ears grew red, jaw dropping slightly, trying to laugh off the accusation.

“What? No! Maybe a little but-” he paused, putting his head in his palms as he sighed. “Why did she have to leave me?”

“It wasn’t good for her to stay,” Sohee shrugged. “She was valid in her feelings, you know,”

“Yeah, but i wanted to fix things. We shouldn’t have ended things like that, we should still be friends,” Anton thought of the last time they spoke, how she left before he could beg her to stay.

“I think you’ll just need to let go,” Wonbin suggested gently.

“I don’t want to let go,” Anton shook his head like a petulant child. “SHe’s my best friend, i can’t lose her, I can’t let her go,”

“Anton-”

“And now there’s another guy with her, who’s in the place I used to be. He’s with my best friend, laughing and getting close with MY YN, while i’m here wishing she’d come back!” anton was flustered as he spoke, his friends coming to a realization he hadn’t come to himself.

“Anton, do you like-like YN?” sungchan asked and Anton furrowed his brows.

“No! I’m just… upset because she’s my best friend and now I've been replaced with some guy!” he tried to explain, cheeks getting slightly pink at the thought. “Oh you’re in love with her!” Sohee laughed, and Anton shook his head frantically.

“No I’m not! If I was, we wouldn’t be having this problem. I’m just upset, okay?” He got defensive, trying to brush off Sohee’s words.

“No, Anton, you really like her. And you’re jealous that she moved on and you’re still hung up on her,” Sohee raised his eyebrows, trying to convince Anton of his own feelings.

“Oh my god, no, I'm not in love with her! Of course I’m upset about this, I’ve known her for ten years. It’s nothing more than that, so drop it!” Anton raised his voice more than intended. Sohee only smirked at the younger.

“Okay anton, just let me know when you figure it out,” he sighed.

The rest of their visit, Anton sat in silence, mulling over everything in his mind. When his friends left, he went to his room to stare up at the ceiling. He replayed every word Sohee said. He remembered YN’s words when she ended their friendship. His head began spinning.

He remembered the day they met, her big eyes looking up at him, how he ignored the butterflies when she threw her arms around him, how he savored the scent of her shampoo. That was the first time he felt it, the first time something in his heart panged.

He remembered the day she first confessed, how her cheeks got pink and voice shook a bit. He always tried to ignore how his mind raced with the idea of them being more than friends. Anton never would admit to himself how he wanted to say yes, to be her lame middle school boyfriend.

He remembered her most recent confession, how his heart panged once more. She took him by surprise, made his head swirl with his past childish thoughts how after she left he weighed all possible answers, everything he could say to make her stay.

He thought about his words the last time they spoke, how he was so sure he felt nothing romantic for his best friend, though now his resolve was breaking.

He remembered all the times she’d hold him, how warm her embrace was, and how she’d play with his hair while he breathed her in. he remembered the times they’d stay up too late laughing about stupid things, how she’d do his skincare and make him wear a fluffy hello kitty headband to match hers. He remembered how pretty she looked all the time, how there would eb times he genuinely couldn’t think straight when she was with him.

Then it hit him. Sohee was right, Anton was jealous, because the girl he denied his love for was now gone, and with another man. He now let himself admit what he’d been suppressing, what he was so scared would ruin their friendship. He had been in love with YN since they were little kids, since the moment she hugged him.

He would do anything to get her back.

The next week, anton tried everything to get her back. He would wait by her locker, sat next to her in classes, bought her chocolate milk and left it on her lunch table with a note on it.

Each time, she’d ignore his advances. Seunghan would come to her locker with her, reaching for what she needed before handing it over to her, YN never had to look at him. In class she’d scoot further away from anton and crumple up the notes he’d slide over to her, and ignore when he’d poke her arm. When he left chocolate milk for her, she’d rip off the note, crumple it up and throw it away, and give the drink to another friend.

Anton still refused to give up. He knew he’d have to step it up.

The rain pounded against the window, YN sat on her bed, listening to the storm outside. She was coming to peace with what was going on, though she couldn’t deny her heart still pounded when she thought about her time with Anton. She did her best to ignore the boy who stole her heart, but it got increasingly difficult when he was annoyingly persistent.

She heard a light knock at her door and furrowed her brows, standing up and opening the door to see who it was. There he stood, tall figure looking down at her, hair soaked from rain, and a bouquet of flowers in his hands. She stood in silence, trying to process the sight in front of her.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, looking up at him while trying to keep her

emotions in order.

“I uh, wanted to talk,” He cleared his throat, pushing the bouquet forward a little more.

YN just sighed. “What part of not wanting to talk do you not get?” she asked, propping the door open a bit more, walking back in and grabbing a towel. Anton took this as a silent affirmation to walk in.

He took the towel and dried off his hair, sitting down on the bed while YN sat on her desk, studying him. Her heart pounded as she looked at him, she tried to ignore it, push down how much she wanted to just throw her arms around him. She couldn’t, not after what they went through. She had to be strong.

“Are you here to talk, or just sit on my bed in silence?” She asked, frowning a little. “If you’re not gonna say anything to me then just go home-” “I’m in love with you,” Anton blurted out.

YN went still. She felt her heart pounding even harder, felt the heat rush to her cheeks as she attempted to process his words.

“What?”

“I’m in love with you, YN, and it’s driving me insane,” he sighed, looking up at her hopefully.

She shook her head. “No,”

“No?”

“You don’t get to do that, you don’t get to pull the ‘i love you’ card. Not now, not after everything.” She looked down at the ground.

Anton stood up from her bed. “I know,” he whispered, taking a step toward her. “I’m sorry, I should’ve told you sooner, i shouldn’t have pushed you away,”

YN didn’t respond and Anton took another step towards her. He pushed a strand of her hair away from her face, gently bringing his hand to tilt her head up to face him. He looked at her for a moment, fingers playing with her hair idly before speaking again.

“I think I was scared,” He sighed. “I got caught up in the What-ifs of what would happen if something went wrong. I didn’t want to lose what we had, and I ended up losing you anyway. I realized I loved you too late. I never meant to hurt you, I swear,”

YN folded her arms, moving her head out of his grip. “You can’t justify using me for your comfort, anton,” She reminded him, and Anton nodded.

“I know, I was selfish, and wrong, and I’m so sorry,” He apologized once more, moving her cheek lightly to get her to look at him again. She slipped away from him, pushing his chest lightly as she went to sit on her bed. Anton followed, crouching down, eyes begging for her to look at him. “Let me make this right,” he gently held her hand. “I’ll do anything to get you back, please, don’t shut me out,”

YN Scoffed a bit, trying to look away, but he brought her back to look at him once more, eyes pleading as they looked into hers. She sighed, shaking her head a bit.

“How could I trust you?” Her voice shook. “How do I know I won’t regret letting you back in? How will I know you won’t break my heart again?” anton saw tears well in her eyes, and he moved to sit on the bed. He took her hands gently, moving so they’d face each other as they sat.

“Because now I know I was wrong, and I won’t let that happen to us again,” He brushed his thumb against her knuckles gently. “I swear,”

He didn’t get a response, and when YN looked down at her lap, he decided he’d let her. And he would just speak his mind.

“I’m so in love with you,” he laughed a bit, and YN glanced up. “And it’s driving me crazy. I fucked up, and I can’t stop regretting what happened, I can’t stop wanting to make things right. I can’t stop wanting you,”

YN looked at him, resolve slowly breaking as his eyes stared into hers. Every emotion she tried to keep down was rising through her system. She felt warm, unable to ignore the effect anton had on her, his words being all she ever wanted to hear him say. There was silence between them, something unspoken.

She felt him brush her hair behind her ear and brought in a quiet breath, watching as he gazed softly at her. He began to lean towards her, slowly, giving her the time to push him away. But she stayed still. So he continued. Their noses brushed against each other, lightly grazing each others skin as YN let out the breath she was holding in. Then she felt his lips press against hers, soft, gentle, as if anything more could break them.

Their kiss was quick, both of them pulling away to take in breaths through their shock. When Anton saw YN’s expression, he wasted no time, pulling her back in closer. YN’s hands rested on his chest as Anton deepen the kiss, shifting more towards her, pulling her in more and resting one hand on her waist, the other in her hair. YN pulled him in more, one arm resting around his neck as she kissed him, letting go of whatever was holding her back.

“Let me take you on a date,” He muttered between kisses, hands massaging her skin. “Let me try again,”

“Okay,” YN agreed with a smile, feeling his lips trail across her skin, kissing her jaw too. “But we should still talk more about-” her thoughts trailed off as they continued kissing.

Anton grinned. “Tomorrow,” he just wanted to enjoy the moment. And to kiss her more. “I tried to be all romantic, you know,” he pressed a kiss to her neck. “My mom even helped me pick out flowers,” he moved up to her lips. “I was prepared to get on my knees and beg,”

YN pulled away, laughing at the thought of the tall boy on his knees begging for forgiveness. She looked at him, his shoulders heaving, trying to catch his breath, hair messy. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him to lay on her bed with her, anton quickly moved his arms around her, resting his cheek on her head.

“You should stay,” YN requested. “I missed you more than I let on,”

“Oh thank god,” Anton grinned. “I was worried you actually hated my guts,”

“I tried my hardest,” she smiled up at him.

The two Spent their time together snuggled up close, anton not willing to let her go further than an arms length away. They fell into a peaceful sleep, together at last, no regrets to keep them awake any longer. ౨ৎ

the next week, they walked around school together, holding hands and smiling, back to a new normal. Anton didn’t have to tell his friends anything, they figured it out. sohee and seunghan watched them from their table, laughing about everything. Unbeknownst to Anton and YN, they had a little bet that they’d be back together. Sohee actually never thought it would happen, but seunghan knew better.

“Ten dollars,” seunghan held out his hand.

“yeah yeah, whatever,” sohee grumbled defeated. Why did he have to be so good at using common sense?

౨ৎ LETS GOOOO ANTON ONESHOT!!! Lmk if u wanna be added to my new taglist!!! You’ll get to know all I do going forward!!

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should’ve told me | l. at

fwb!fratboy!anton x fem. reader | 6.1k words

my anton anon’s this one is for y’all

contains: friends with benefits, reader denies feelings, pining, love confessions, unprotected sex

you kept anton around for longer than you should have. you’re grown enough to admit that you should’ve let him down easy a long time ago, probably after the first time you hooked up.

it was as innocent as any hookup could be, one thing leading to another once you and anton were done with your class project. he had pleasantly surprised you with how smart he was. when he wasn’t surrounded by his stupid fraternity brothers he was also pretty sweet. and he was tall, with a pretty smile that took up his whole face. he ended up in your dorm and it was just the two of you, and you hadn’t touched anyone intimately in a long time. when he pressed his body close to yours and you felt his strong broad chest he covered up with hoodies you didn’t stand a chance. you fucked anton on your tiny twin bed, the cheap wooden frame creaking underneath your shared weight.

the worst part was that he was so good at fucking you. it was truly always the quiet and shy ones. the same anton whose face went all red when he had to talk in front of the class pressed your body deep into the mattress and left marks all over your neck. the same anton that had to join a fraternity to make friends was incredibly bold, his sweet voice telling you how wet and tight you were. but he was sweet nonetheless, saying gentle praises when he hit a spot deep inside of you and shyly admitted that he had thought about what you would feel like wrapped around him.

although his words were sweet, his actions were rough from the strength and size of his body. when he bent his legs while chest to chest with you he unknowingly pushed your legs upwards, almost making your knees touch your stomach. you moaned while taking it all, loving the feeling of anton accidentally manhandling you. anton didn’t know how strong he was until he flipped you over with ease, apologizing in your ear for surprising you. you immediately forgave him, even taking the extra step to tell him he can do whatever he wants to you. what he wanted was to make you cum over and over again until you were near tears.

you two spent the next couple hours going at it, both of you missing your last classes for the day. when anton finally finished on your ass the sun was setting, bathing your tiny dorm room in sunlight. anton’s hot pants fanned your ear while the sun continued to set. you wanted to see his face, see if he still got shy right before reaching his peak, or how the sun would light up his brown eyes. when he pulled out and jerked himself off over you, you craned your neck to try and see him. all you got was a view of his toned stomach, his muscles tensing underneath the taut skin. you had to settle for the sound of anton’s quiet whimpers and the feeling of his hot cum on your ass and thighs. you were nearly out of it yourself, two orgasms deep before anton let himself go.

anton came to his senses quickly and apologized for the mess he made. his stamina seemed to double yours, getting control of his body fast while your limbs still felt like jelly. he got down from your loft bed, going over the side instead of wasting time with the stairs. he came back quickly with paper towels and a cold water bottle from your mini fridge. he cleaned you up while you drank the water, hoping your roommate took notes for you in class.

when anton was done he pressed kisses to the back of your neck and shoulder blades. he had gone back to his shy and reserved self, nothing like the man that was fucking you into your mattress or jerking himself off over your ass a few minutes prior.

“did you cum?” anton asked quietly.

anton was too cute for his own good. you turned around to see anton sitting at the end of your bed looking at you expectantly. his face lit up immediately when you told him yes, and when you told him you finished multiple times it looked like his head was going to explode. anton closed the space between the two of you, kissing you on the lips. it caught you off guard, a passionate kiss on the lips being the most intimate thing you’ve done all day. when you pulled back, anton did too.

“i’m sorry.” anton said immediately.

you shook your head and smiled at anton.

“just surprised me is all.” you said.

you could tell anton wanted to kiss you again. but you sat on the other end of the bed, trying to figure out why your heart was doing backflips now. you were saved by the custom ringtone of your roommate calling you.

you looked away from anton’s flushed face and his swollen lips, letting him catch his breath while you answered the call.

“hey yunjin.” you said.

you motioned for anton to get off his bed and he did so immediately, handing you your clothes. he was moving frantically for some reason, much more rushed to get dressed than you were.

“do you have a guest over?”

her voice over the phone was high and flirtatious. yunjin knew who it was too, the shy boy in your class you always said hi to when you passed by him.

“why? are you at the dining hall?” you asked.

you threw on your shirt without bothering to put on a bra. it was cold enough you’d be wearing multiple layers anyway.

“heading over there now. i’ll meet you there?”

you could hear the shuffling of people and yunjin putting her stuf faway. you must’ve barely missed class being dismissed. you quietly thank anton for handing you your underwear and pants off the floor. you pressed the phone to your ear using your shoulder while you put your pants back on.

“okay. i’ll see you in a little bit.” you said.

there was silence only for a moment on the other end of the line. you could practically see yunjin on the other end of the line with a smug look on her face while she exited the classroom.

“oh and tell anton i said h—”

you hung up before yunjin could finish her sentence. you could see her loudly laughing to herself in the hallway.

you let your phone rest on your chest a moment before looking down, seeing anton fully dressed with his backpack slung over a shoulder. you got down from the bed yourself, feeling his hand on your back as if you hadn’t gone down the ladder a million times before.

on your way to your door you felt anton trailing a little too close to you. when you made it to the door you put on a pair of slip ones, watching anton watch you. you smiled again, the way he was trying to be so inconspicuous about it all.

“what’s so funny?” anton asked shyly.

he smiled big at nothing, giving you an eye smile while you put on your shoes.

“you’ve been jumpy ever since we did it. i feel like you want to ask me something.” you said.

you grabbed your jacket off of the coat hanger by the door and slip it on. you stuff your phone, wallet, and keys into the pockets, checking that you have everything. anton still stares at you, trying to find the words to talk to you.

“do you want to eat at the house?” anton asks.

you raise your eyebrows at anton asking you to come over to his frat house before opening the door. anton shakes his head quickly, realizing it could be taken a different way. he’s goes back to following behind you in the small corridor of your dormitory. he readjusts his backpack as he leans his body forward, a height advantage so he can be closer to your ear.

“maybe we could talk about what just happened.” anton says quietly.

you remain silent while you walk through your building. anton follows you through the twists and turns of the hallways. when you make it to the elevator anton stands behind you, rocking on his heel while you continue to say nothing.

when you make it outside the building you pull anton to the empty outdoor area that surrounds your building.

“i’m not hanging out with you at your frat, anton.” you say.

you tried not to sound too harsh, but you saw anton’s face flash with pain. his hand tightened around the strap of his backpack while he started looking everywhere else but at you.

you thought it would be a one and done thing with him. you knew how frat boys got down, fucking girls once and then ditching them. the reputation of his frat brothers reputations preceded them, but it seemed like anton was different. maybe that’s why you told him that you wanted to sleep with him again. you kissed him on the cheek and said you wanted to see his face next time, leaving him alone in the courtyard of your building before heading to the dining hall.

you had said those words to anton only in hopes to stun him long enough that you could walk away. but as the week went on and you thought about how he felt against you, you caved. you couldn’t stop yourself from hitting up anton again. you texted anton during class as he zealously took notes.

hey.

you watched him continue to write on the paper, alternating between looking at the board and his composition notebook

yunjin is sleeping at her boyfriends place tonight

ill be all alone :(

you loved the rush you felt seeing anton peak at his phone underneath the table. when he saw the text his eyes scanned the classroom until he found you. you smiled at him and waved, giving him your most innocent look. anton dropped his pencil on his notebook to put both of his hands underneath the table to text you back.

you don’t talk to me for a week but you hit me up for sex?

anton tucks his phone back into his pocket before going back to look at the board. he puts his head in his fist, facing his head away from you.

isnt that what this is

anton stayed in the same position, not looking at his phone.

pleaseeeee antonnnnnn

anton went back to his phone and you could see his shoulders slightly raise. he must’ve been laughing at your pain and desperation.

anton didn’t reply to your text but when lass dismissed he approached you after throwing everything into his backpack. you stay seated at your desk, looking up to anton who stands on the other side. he looks the same as he did outside of your courtyard, a single strap of his backpack over his shoulder.

“you wanna walk together?” anton asked.

anton hated that you didn’t want more from him. but he loved the way you smiled at him from your seat and the way you bounced happily all the way to your apartment with him standing behind you. he loved when you grabbed his hand once you entered the safety of your dorm room, and how you rode him on the beanbag next to your bed. anton loved that you couldn’t even wait to get him on your bed and how you became a babbling mess above him. the night ended with anton fucking up into you while he easily held your hips in place. anton loved looking at your face the most, and then feeling your sweaty body slump against him when you were all spent. anton wrapped his arms around your body and continued to fuck you until he was spent. he asked you if you wanted to go to the dining hall after you got dressed, or go on a walk with him. you looked at anton like he was crazy before crawling up to your bed, saying you were tired.

you wanted to use sex with anton as a treat, only having him after a stressful week or when you did really well on a test. but anton became an addiction neither of you wanted to handle. at your worst you were calling him everyday, asking if he could swing by your dorm to help you with something while yunjin was out. that something was the aching between your thighs, and you found out early on that anton was the only one who could satiate you.

anton hated that you only wanted him for sex. if he had told any of his fraternity brothers they would’ve been confused. having no strings attached sex with a beautiful girl was an ideal situation. but anton wanted more. he wanted to hold your hand in public and walk around with you on campus. anton knew that you were focused on school, and him confessing feelings would complicate your situation, or worse lead to you calling your arrangement off completely. so anton settled for being there when you needed him, responding to your late night texts by knocking at your door in just gray sweatpants and a hoodie. he settled for abiding by your stupid rules, and he settled for giving you dick whenever you asked, whether it was a quickie before your roommate got back or a large warm hand over your clothed pussy while you studied in the library. it wasn’t all anton wanted, but he reveled in the fact that in those moments you only thought of him.

anton swore he could see you slowly getting attached too. sometimes when he’d come into your dorm you’d get on your tiptoes to kiss his nose sweetly, or throwing on his hoodie after sex like you didn’t have clothes of your own. he loved seeing you in his clothes and he knew you loved it to some degree too, stealing a few of his hoodies to keep in your closet.

you remember when you started craning your neck so anton could kiss your lips during sex. you were the first one to set the boundary to avoid kissing on the lips, too intimate for just being sex buddies. but he had you in missionary and made you feel so full. anton found his way around the kissing rules by pressing his lips to your cheek and forehead before going to your neck. anton found out that sucking on your neck made your mind short circuit, making you completely forget that he was breaking the rules you set. but you were the one that pulled anton’s head from the crook of your neck when he pushed into you slowly.

“kiss me anton.” you whined.

anton wasted no time making out with you while thrusting into you slowly. your spit tasted almost as sweet as your slick and anton spent the rest of the night trying to memorize how your mouth felt. he didn’t know when he’d get another chance to kiss you like this again.

honestly, it was cruel how you kept him around without telling you how you felt. you figured that if you spent enough time ignoring your feelings for anton they’d subside, and maybe he’d stop liking you too. neither of you talked about how you begged for his kisses last night, but he didn’t care as long as you kept letting it happen.

it had been three months since you started your arrangement with anton. three months of him chasing after you and three months of you ignoring him and your own feelings. anton stopped answering to your texts as often and he stopped asking you to hangout outside of sex. you knew that anton was losing interest and it made you panic. you hated to admit that you would miss more than just sex if he stopped talking to you. so your dynamic had change over time. it was you showing up to anton’s door late in the middle of the night now.

when anton opened the door you gave him your brightest smile, trying to get the same one back. you felt your heart drop when he only gave you a small one back, making enough space for you to come inside the frat house. when you tried to give anton a kiss on his cheek he turned away, walking up the stairs to his room. now it was you that trailed behind anton with a white knuckle grip on your overnight bag, feeling like you weren’t wanted. anton was still sweet to you, moving behind you to lead you to his room like you had forgotten.

anton was still a really good host, he made sure to clean his room top to bottom each time he knew you were coming over. he put on quiet music for you and ambiance lighting, a warm and dim orange light to not be too presumptuous. anton was confusing to you, the way he seemed like he didn’t care but was nicer to you than you were to him.

anton had made his way to the couch in his room, sitting right in the middle. you dropped your bag and took of your shoes, walking to stand in front of him. anton went into his seat further, leaning his head to rest on the back of the couch. anton had a hand on his thigh and the other along the back edge of the couch as he looked up at you. he was so nonchalant you felt yourself scrambling.

“i missed you.” you said.

you reached out a hand to him but anton didn’t grab it, only rubbing up and down his thigh.

“you could’ve said hi to me in class.” anton said calmly.

it was true. you both knew it was. but you had to keep up appearances and for some reason pretend like you didn’t spare anton a second glance outside of the bedroom. anton spread his legs slightly as he settled more into the couch, looking you up and down. with that hat on it was hard to tell what anton was looking at, if he was staring at your face or your body. you bent down until your hands rested on his shoulder, trying to look into his eyes. you took off the hat he wore and anton brought the hand resting on the back of the couch to push back his hair.

anton stared back at you with a look that made your stomach do flips. anton’s eyes stayed locked on yours, checking for a change in your expression he brought his hand that was on his thigh to your hip, slightly pulling you onto the couch. you straddled anton, hands picking at the material of his sweatshirt. now that you had seen the body underneath the sweatshirts you felt yourself going a little crazy, especially how he wore nothing underneath. you could see his collarbone, dressed with a fading pink mark from the last time you two met up. you continued to fiddle with the fabric of anton’s sweater, waiting for him to say something to you. you found yourself driven by his voice in bed lately, the way he would softly guide you through the motions or tell you sweet things. one of your hands drifted down his body, resting over his hand on your hip.

“i’m taking bahiyyih to the social.” anton said.

you had to control your expression, hiding the twinge of pain you felt at the thought of anton with another girl. the fact that he said it so casually made it hurt even more. you knew you didn’t have the right to be mad—it made sense. bahiyyih was in the sister sorority and you had declined anton’s invitation. but you thought it meant he would go alone, just like he did for the last social. now he was going with a girl that could possibly have a crush on him. you bit back the jealousy, bringing anton’s hands that were on your waist to the buttons of your shirt.

“she’s a sweet girl.” you say after clearing your throat.

anton hums in agreement as he undoes your buttons. he looks at your shirt, more and more of your skin becoming exposed to him. he wished that he was going with you, only asking bahiyyih after he was pressured into finding a date. you were right, she was a sweet girl. but she wasn’t you.

when your shirt was off you noticed that anton didn’t help you out of it like he usually did. his hands went back to your hips while you shimmied out of your shirt and bra. anton’s eyes that were usually glued to your chest looked at the skin on your neck, running a gentle hand along your collarbone. everything that usually made anton tick wasn’t working, and you could feel yourself slowly going insane.

“take off your pants for me?” you asked.

you hated that your voice sounded meek at the command. anton listened regardless, lifting you and his hips so he could pull his pants down. his dick was still hard as it rested against sweatshirt. you grabbed his length, giving him a few pumps to gauge his reaction. anton did let out a content sigh, but he didn’t look down to see your hand wrapped around his dick. his eyes were scanning your face, his hand going to your face. you awkwardly stand from anton’s lap to rid yourself of your own pants.

anton follows your lead as you situate yourself on his couch. you try to think what position would be best, maybe you shouldn’t see his face tonight. you go on your hands and knees and anton slots himself between your legs, a large hand resting on your ass cheek to spread your folds. you hear anton spit on his length and hear him pumping his dick before he lines it up to your entrance. this is the part where anton would lean over and kiss your shoulder blade, but instead he just slowly pushes himself into you. the stretch with no prep is painful, but you take it anyway. anton barely makes a sound when he is in all the way, only the sound of his breath coming out slightly labored filling your ears. you look behind you to get a glimpse of anton, and he stares at your back.

“talk to me anton.” you are practically begging him to give you something.

instead he pulls out, of you and sits back on the couch. you turn back around to face him, trying to cover up your body. anton’s face is in his hands as he slightly shakes his head.

“i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.” anton apologizes.

you wish you could disappear.

“did you not like it?” you ask quietly.

“no, i just,” anton looks up from his hands to look at you, feeling genuinely sorry that you look so dejected. ”i just can’t keep having emotionless, no strings attached sex with you.”

“i thought you didn’t like me anymore.” you said

anton looks at you with confusion before shaking his head again.

“i tried to stop it but i can’t,” anton looks for your clothes on the floor of his apartment. he can’t bring himself to look at you, or to outwardly tell you goodbye. “maybe it’s for the better.” he says

“i don’t want to stop being with you.” you respond.

there is a lump in your throat that materializes out of nowhere, growing in size when you see anton looking for your clothes.

“i can’t do just sex.” anton says back to you. “i need more.”

“with bahiyyih?” you ask.

for the first time in your life, you see anton get visibly annoyed. you randomly mentioning a girl almost has him yelling out loud in anguish. how could someone like you be so smart and so stupid at the same time. his hand goes to his temple to rub it slightly, and he closes his eyes.

“not with bahiyyih.” anton says quietly.

it was in front of your face the whole time, offered to you on a silver platter. you ignored it each time. maybe you didn’t deserve anton. but he was about to leave your life forever if you didn’t do something about it.

“i want more than just sex.” you blurted out. “i want more, too.”

anton’s eyes got wide while he looked to you. he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, how sincere your voice sounded.

“i like you anton. i don’t know why i’m so scared to tell you.”

anton not saying anything back to you caused your mouth to begin running. you couldn’t stop yourself from being uncharacteristically honest with him.

you felt stupid until anton held your hands in his, looking deep into your glazed eyes to see if you were lying.

“do you mean it?” anton said simply.

if you said another word, you were sure you would cry. so you nodded your head and closed the gap between you and anton. it was a quick and simple chaste kiss on his lips, but both of you knew what the kiss really meant. the war was over, and your contract of no strings attached was finally null and void.

anton smiled before kissing you the same way you kissed him. anton pecked your lips over and over as he lead you to his hips again. you go back to straddle his hips but anton doesn’t let you settle before he picks you up.

“wanna be my girlfriend?” anton asks.

you smile like an idiot in love and nod your head.

“wanna be my boyfriend?” you ask back.

you can feel the heat on your face as anton nods his head and smiles. he leans into another kiss while smiling, loving the feeling of your lips against his.

anton walks you over to the bed and lays you down on the sheets. the word slides off his tongue perfectly. anton doesn’t waste a second before crawling above you. his hand rested by your head while he hiked one of your legs up. he placed a strong kiss to your lips, one that left you lifting your head so it would take longer to break. anton looked down the space between your two bodies, his dick sitting upright looking for stimulation. anton lowered his body until it was resting on yours, almost crushing you with his weight. he bent his legs until his tip found your founds.

anton used his dick to shallowly thrust through your folds, loving the sound of slick and his sticky tip interacting. he loved hearing your whines as he teased you, and seeing your squirming hips as you tried to get his dick inside of you. anton kissed your cheek and you only tried to kiss him back a beat later, your mind preoccupied with all the teasing. anton used the arm on your leg to drag you down slightly, bringing your hole closer to him.

“you’re not just saying you like me so i’ll keep fucking you like this right?” anton asked.

you shook your head immediately, heart hurting at the tiny amount of pain you detected in his voice.

“i like you alot anton,” you loved the feeling of the confession rolling off your tongue. you wished you had said it sooner. “i like you so much.” you repeated.

“good.” he kissed your cheek again. the tip of his dick was prodding at your entrance, and you couldn’t stop pulsing. “can i fuck my girlfriend now?” he asked.

anton asking you something so lewd with the gentle and airy tone in his voice nearly left you in tears as you nodded your head like an idiot. anton pressed a deep kiss to your lips, sticking his tongue in your mouth in the same moment he slid into you. you could barely kiss him back, moaning at how full you felt. you fought to keep your eyes open, loving the view of anton’s large body above you and his big eyes that were full of adoration. you can’t believe you almost let yourself lose him. anton must’ve felt the same, because he pressed his lips to your forehead before going into the crook of your neck. he pulled all the way out and slid back in, so slow you could feel every vein and every twitch of his dick. you walls spasmed around his thick dick, causing anton to groan into your ear when he tried pulling out.

“can you feel me?” anton asked.

he had a sarcastic twinge to his voice, like you weren’t almost struggling to take all of him.

“yes,” you pulled back your hips to meet anton’s slow thrusts. “your dick feels so nice.” you whimpered.

“your pussy is wet and tight,” anton licked the shell of your ear before blowing cool air on it. “all for me.”

he pulled his head from your neck to watch himself disappear into your pussy. he pulled all the way out, messing up the tempo he set, all so he could watch it again. anton’s body shivered against yours, you brought your hand to the nape of his neck to play with his hair.

“it’s a perfect fit.” anton said.

he sounded astonished, seeing how well you took him and feeling the sensation of you closing in around him.

”so perfect.” you agreed.

you loved the puffs of hot air you felt on the shell of your ear and your neck, the way it was followed by anton’s tongue licking the area. these were the motions you guys have gone through a million times before, but knowing that anton was yours now and you were his heightened everything.

“i’ve wanted you like this for so long.” anton breathed into your ear.

“you should’ve told me.” you whined out.

anton’s hair was soft in your hands, his locks tickling your knuckles. you gripped his hair to only lightly tug on it, you preferred just feeling an extension of him in the palm of your hand. anton laughed against your neck, pulling his lips from a forming bruise with a gentle pop.

anton put his arms around your and sat up, bringing your body up with him. he manhandled you into a new position, one where you were both facing eachother and sitting up. you had never seen anton from this angle before, having to lock eyes with him while he fucked up into you slowly. his hand on your side next to your chest helped you stay up in the air so you had to do little to no work. his large hand on your side covered most of the area, his hand accidentally teasing your sensitive nipples. when anton saw your face change from the slight stimulation he experimentally moved his fingers that pressed into your boob. you let out a sigh from the feeling, and anton looked up to you before jutting out his bottom lip.

“why didn’t you tell me?” anton pouted.

you weren’t sure what he meant until he took your entire areola into your mouth. you clenched around him tightly, and he let you set the pace for riding him. feeling anton’s tongue expertly flick over your nipple drove you insane. you were bouncing on his dick faster than you ever had, feet planted on either side of his body to give yourself more leverage. you made sure to not go to high, so anton could keep your tit in his mouth.

anton loved seeing you bounce on him with a new vigor. he had never seen you perform quite like this when you were only his fuck buddy. but now that you were his girlfriend you rode him with a purpose, and a tiny voice in anton’s head told him that you had to be trying to get pregnant. anton would have to wait to tell you how bad he wanted to give you a child, one with your beautiful smile and personality. he let his teeth graze the sensitive skin of your nipple. you whined and leaned your body back, fingernails digging into the skin of anton’s shoulder.

“so good anton. so good.” you praised.

anton moved to your other breast after wrapping an arm around you to pull you close to him. he needed you as close as possible when you came, and he needed to see your face as he did it. anton separated his mouth from your nipple only to sloppily lick the areola. this was his first time playing with your breasts so extensively and he was already obsessed with it. the way the supple skin melded into his lips and how reactive you were to it. he loved the way you pet his head gently as he sucked on your chest, biting your lip to hold back high-pitched whines when he did something new.

anton reluctantly separated from your chest when he felt your hips begin to slow. you were not an athlete by any means, your legs already burning from riding anton for only a few minutes. luckily, your boyfriend was here for you. so he let you rest on his strong thighs while he slowly pulled back his hips to fuck you slowly again. anton would’ve continued with your fast pace but he needed to bask in the moment, to not get distracted by keeping up the fast speed.

this seemed to effect you more, making you pull his body into your chest as you moaned loudly. the feeble attempts to be quiet was long abandoned, and anton loved that. he wanted his whole frat house to hear how good your boyfriend was making you feel. he could feel the vibration of your voice through your chest, the sound slightly muffled on one side because of how tightly you were pulling him in.

when you were getting close, you pulled anton from your chest and moved your hands to his face. he looked into your blown out eyes and you looked into his. he ran his tongue over his swollen lips before you let out a prolonged moan.

“anton i’m close.” you whimpered.

only then did anton let himself slam your body down on his. he loved the way your voice shook when he got a little rougher. he was still just as slow as he let out a groan.

“fuck,” anton pulled you back down on him again. “me too.” he grunted.

“can you do it inside?” you asked.

your voice had gotten quiet and breathy. anton smiled and nodded before kissing your lips. you were too cute when you were shy.

anton brought you down one more time before you crumbled into his arms. you used the remaining amount of your energy to try and overpower anton, needed to feel him fully inside of you while you uncontrollably spasmed around him. you could feel your cum seep around his dick and anton leaned back to watch you swivel your hips trying to get him deeper inside of you. it was pitiful and beautiful, seeing his girlfriend chase her pleasure like that.

seeing you high off of him made him follow closely after you. anton gripped your ass and panted into your chest while he shot ropes of cum directly into you. it caught him by surprise, it left him a whimpering mess while his head resting on your chest. when you rose your hips to come back down it was his turn to exert his strength, easily keeping you in place while he continued to whine out your name over and over again. you continued to milk him and anton felt like he was cumming for centuries.

he brought you down with him to the bed, both of you panting. you rested on anton’s chest and felt him squirm underneath you from stimulation as he pulled himself out of you. your hole continued to seize around nothing, still coming down from the high anton brought you to.

the sweat on your chests was cold on your skin by the time you regained your sanity. anton’s hand traced shapes on your back, and you shivered when he lightened his touches more and more. you heard shuffling outside, probably the sound of his fraternity brothers moving around the house.

you looked up at anton from his chest and smiled when you saw he was already looking at you. he pinched your cheek and you kissed his chin. you moved some of his hair from his face and he kissed your hand once you were done. you sighed contently feeling his body underneath yours, resting your head on his chest to hear his heartbeat.

“so you’re gonna take me to the formal right?” you ask, smiling against his skin.

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[DAY 15] masterlist ᡣ𐭩 !

— " "is it okay.. if i kiss you?" B askes A in front of their doorstep, their hands crading A's face while slowly leaning in " ; mutual pinning

♡list : @lecheugo , @imthisclosetokms , @rizzkisworld , @hyvelxve , @starryriize

The chirps of the crickets and the hoots of the owls were quiet compared to the sound of your shared laughter, walking down the cold sidewalk with your shoulders brushing the other, wanting to encirle their arm or hold their hand — wanting a bit of physical contact for warmth but too shy to ask.

Anton was still counting down the seconds to when he would awake to the sound of his blazing alarm, unable to believe that you — the girl he had been pinning over for months — was walking next to him, laughing along to his stupid jokes that his friends would have whacked him for.

He had to be daydreaming again, chanting to himself "I'm so lucky" as he stuffs his fidgeting hands into his pockets, his head down to conceal his flustered smile and deep laughter considering he was soft spoken, wasting a second or two to steal a glance at your smile; how its engraved with such beauty, almost like it was stuck in its place.

He thinks back at how he nervously gulps, opening your chair with shaky hands so he could sit you down, before pushing you in and doing the same process with himself, taking in the restaurant that was marked as your first date, and hopefully more to come. He prays that everything goes well, almost losing his breath at the outfit you decided to wear today, almost like you were mocking him with your beauty.

But then again, you were always beautiful, and what you were wearing wasnt anything special; just a plain shirt that hugged your curves perfectly, along with your favorite pants and shoes to pair. He remembers trying not to stare at your lips as you talk, but failing miserly, licking his own in anxiousness. He felt like an idiot under your gaze, feeling all warm and fuzzy in his stomach as butterflies swarmed carelessly, yet another stutter leaving his lips. Stop doing that!!

"My house is just down the block," you inform anton, pointing to the array of houses as anton nods, before a frown forms on his lips. He was having so much fun, he didnt want to leave. But it was probably a good idea, so he wouldnt do anything stupid to embarrass himself, and so he can spend the next hour or so screaming into his pillow, kicking his feet like a schoolgirl in the process.

You always liked how happy anton seemed to get whenever you were near, constantly biting his lip to hold back his smile, his head always hiding behind one of his friends or in his arms. It was cute, you adored him; he looked so cool with his amazing talents and achievements, plus, you loved how soft the boy was, never wanting to hurt a fly.

You thought your liking towards him was a little obvious, but maybe the boy was blindly in love, missing all of your hints that drove his friends crazy with annoyance. You wanted to capture the look on antons face when you agreed to go out with him, his jaw dropped and eyes shot open looked a little silly, and you pictured yourself laughing about it with the boy, teasing him for his adorable flusterness.

"I had so much fun today," anton quietly admits as you walk into your driveway, going up the steps in a slow pace, almost like you wanted to savor each and every moment, every feeling of this magical night. "So did i," you share a smile, looking around to think of something that would conclude your time.

"The moon looks so pretty today," you admire what was over antons shoulder, his head turning to acknowledge it before turning back to you, his heart swooning at how perfect you looked. "Yeah.." he says in a lovesick tone, his eyes going over each and every part of your face, studying it deeply like there was going to be a quiz that would be presented the next day. You looked beautiful.

Time seemed to stop when you finally turn your head to say something else to the boy, never expecting him to be already looking at you with so much love in his eyes, like he would protect you from anything and everything, his angel.

His mouth opens to say something but nothing never comes to his dismay, just using the time to admire your presence, his eyes slowly traveling to your pink, parted lips. His eyes move back to your as you unconsciously take a step forward, so close that anton hunches over without a thought, cradling your soft face into his warm hands.

"Is it okay.. if i kiss you?" His sudden words hit you like a train, a soft gasp leaving your lips as you take in how he stares at you like he hasnt touched anyone in years; he needed you. So with a nod, you slowly close your eyes, tilting your head so anton could have better access to your pretty lips, closing the distance between you too.

The feeling of your arms around his neck excites him, setting the pace to a slow movement, but able to convey the want and desire through his lips. His arms slides down to your waist to hold you closer as he presses his lips against yours repeatly before breaking, his forehead rested against yours as his eyes were still closed, basking in the after glow. Oh, how he never wanted to wake up again.

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ BACKSTAGE SHOW — LYNEY.

contents. fem! reader, minors and ageless blogs do not interact, fingering, handjobs, unprotected + semi public sex, creampie

lyney, as all his charisma and charm suggests, is a risk taker—it’s why he has you pinned against the wall like this, backstage right before a show.

he shouldn’t. you shouldn’t. you both shouldn’t—but you will.

“lyney,” you warn, pulling away from his lips as he kisses you, hungry, needy, desperate, “we can’t—not here.”

he smirks a little against your mouth, let’s that smooth chuckle of his fan against your lips as he pecks them lightly. he’s amused when his brows quirk up and he stares at you like he has you cornered—he technically does.

“oh? can’t we?” he muses, “i guess not everyone is a fan of big audiences like me—don’t worry,” he presses a kiss to your jaw, “the stage is all ours here.”

“but anyone could walk by—”

“if we’re quick, everyone will be preoccupied—just like i planned it,” he winks.

of course. of course he’d plan to have everyone occupied just long enough that he could fuck you right behind the stage of his own show. you shouldn’t be surprised, yet here you are, gaping at him like he’s insane.

maybe he is, you think, maybe that’s why his tricks are so impressive—he’s not afraid to make a dangerous decision here and there.

“but—”

“i’m awfully nervous for this show,” he pouts, head falling back theatrically as he sighs, “i wish there was a way for me to relax before such a big performance. just to help calm my nerves—oh! wait,” he pretends to light up with an idea, hand squeezing at your tit as he grins, “i suppose there is one way.”

“you’re too much,” you groan.

it’s too late, his victorious grin is already flashing at you as he tugs down your pants, pushing the fabric of your underwear to the side before his finger brushes against your slit. he smiles smugly at the way you’re dripping already, slipping two fingers past your folds and deep into your cunt.

he watches you intently, stares at every reaction, every flutter of your eyes and every part of your lips, taking in the soft gasps as he brushes against that tender spot deep into your walls.

“look at that,” he coos, “you sure know how to put on a show of your own—much better than me, in fact.”

“l-lyney,” you pant, rolling your hips to meet his fingers as they thrust into you. you whine when his palm rolls against your clit, coating his hand in your slicked arousal.

“this is my favorite show,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple as his fingers sink in and out of your dripping core, “it’s such a shame no one else gets to see this—you’d be more popular than me.”

“you’re shameless,” you gasp—but you cut yourself off with a whimper when he curls his digits just right as they bully into you. you can feel his erection poke through his shorts, pressing against your thigh as he leans closer.

“now now,” he mumbles, sucking soft marks into your neck, “you might want to hurry—otherwise we won’t have time for the main act.”

just like that, you fall apart, right there in the back of the stage, not far from a crowd of people waiting to see the same person who’s knuckles deep into your pussy. you gasp, choking on a broken wail of his name as he works you through your high, thrusting into you as you squeeze around his fingers.

you’re breath is erratic—harsh as you breathe and stare into his amused eyes.

and then you don’t waste a second—slipping his pants down just enough to free his strained cock, flushed and pink and swollen at the tip as it leaks with pre cum. you smear it along the head, taking your time to slowly stroke him as he lets out a breathy gasp, head falling into your shoulder as his hips buck into your touch.

“i’m honored you enjoyed my performance,” you hum, “but i think the real performer is always you.” you’re grinning, turning your head and kissing right over his braid.

he chuckles between pants, moans low against your ear and sends shivers through your heated body with every sound he makes. you can’t wait any longer—and something tells you he can’t either, not with the way his hand gently replaces yours, guiding his stiff cock so that his tip is grazing your slit.

“trust me,” he breathes softly, tone much gentler this time, “this isn’t like my performances. this is real—” and then he’s pushing into you, right past your folds and sinking deep into your cunt where his tip kisses that sweet spot at the back of your walls.

it feels real—it always does: the way he kisses you, the way his arms wrap around you, the way he breathes your name like it’s the most important thing he’s ever said. his hips pull back before they snap forward in a deep thrust, slamming his tip back to hit that spot that makes you curl your fingers and dig into his shoulder.

you can feel the drag of every vein against your walls, feel the friction burn pleasure through every nerve as his pelvis meets your clit and bumps against it. it’s good—he’s good, always knows just how to make you forget about your surroundings as all you feel is him.

“lyney,” you whimper, letting him press his mouth over yours to silence you, swallowing every sound you make as he rolls his hips and quivers over your body at the way you suck him in.

it’s a mess—your arousal smeared between your thighs, his glistening cock pulling out before sinking right back into you, filling the small room with the wet sound of him fucking you desperately. you pull him closer by his shirt, and he whines into your mouth as you clench around him after a particularly harsh roll of his hips.

“do you feel me?” he hums, groaning as his head pushes deeper into your neck, hiding into the crook of it as his lips press hot kisses into the skin, “‘cause i can feel you—feels good doesn’t it?”

“yes,” you mewl, fingers trailing to sink into his hair, pulling and making him whimper at the tug, “‘s good—so good.”

he’s close—you can tell from the first twitch of his cock, from the way his pace is sloppier and his body slumps more weight into you, soft whines and low gasps filling your ear as you near your own high. your hips snap up to meet his, pushing him deeper, harder against you and hitting your spot perfectly.

it’s enough to make you sob his name, enough to make you squeeze just tight enough as you cum to make him crash into his own orgasm too—hot, thick ropes of cum filling you to the brim, spilling down the sides of your thighs and being fucked right back into you as he works you both through your highs without stopping.

“c-cumming,” he chokes—lyney is always so perfect like this, so pretty and magnetic when he falls apart right there against your body, with strained whines and broken calls of your name pushing past his lips as pleasure takes over every inch of his body.

you’re not sure when his performance starts, or if anyone’s nearby to listen, or if they’ve already witnessed this show you’ve put on yourselves—but you don’t care. you’re too busy cumming around his cock to think about that at the moment.

he slumps over you as he finishes at the same time you do, panting, and out of breath. you whimper and he shudders when he pulls out, cum oozing down the side of your leg—and you think he might just be glowing at the sight, grinning before he looks up and meets your gaze.

“how perfect,” he hums, “now you have a token to know i’m thinking of you during my performance.”

it’s show-stopping—that wink of his, charming and enough to make you throb between your legs all over again as he presses a sweet peck to your lips before adjusting his clothes.

you roll your eyes, opening your mouth respond before—

“lyney,” you hear lynette’s voice call from the distance, “what’s taking you so long? you have to be on soon.”

“be right there,” he calls, twirling his hat before setting it on his head, as he looks at you smugly, “i was just getting over my nerves, is all.”

girl bye id let him fuck me on stage too why lie

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taking his knot | 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕚

a.n: i want to eat him. cw. knotting

ʕ •̀ ω •́ ʔ

imagine the way he would switch between whimpering and growling. his hands slipping from your waist because he’s fucking you in such a frenzy that a sheen of sweat covers your body, the smell of your arousal driving him insane.

he flips you over flat on your stomach and fucks into you like that. he lets gravity do the work as he drops his hips against your ass, pounding into you. but when you cry for more, for him to fuck you harder and deeper, he grips the headboard and uses it to drive himself into you. the wood bangs against the wall as he splits you open, and he’s sure everyone person and creature in gandharva ville can hear your cries of pleasure.

he’s borderline delirious now. his body weight is comforting on top of you as he licks from your shoulder up to your ear, nibbling on your skin as he whispers filthy promises of how your gonna take his knot, of how he’s gonna empty himself into your tight hole and fill you up. when he feels himself getting close, he quickly pulls out and turns you over; something about how the lewd look on your face as he stretches you out makes him come even harder. he pushes your knees to your chest as he slips inside you, a harsh growl bubbling from his chest as he sets a harsh pace, hard and so deep that each thrust takes your breath away. you know he’s close when you feel yourself begin to stretch around him even more.

you press a hand to his lower stomach in an attempt to get him to slow down but he grabs it, holding it above your head as he leans in closer, “you’re gonna take this cock for me?” he whispers before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. it’s sloppy and messy as your teeth gnash together, his tongue swirling around yours.

he leans back again and holds your thighs down, your knees pressed to your ears now as he has you spread wide open. he pushes himself inside you one more time, slipping in with a wet pop. his grip is tight against your legs as his cock swells some more before coating your insides with thick ropes of creamy cum. he lets out the most salacious moans as he fills you, showering you with praises of “that’s it’s baby” and “fuck you feel so warm” and “god you’re so good for taking all of my cum. for taking all of me.”

the sensation of fullness coupled with how wanton and filthy tighnari is being is what finally drives you over your edge. with a wail of his name so loud he’s sure the sages in sumeru city could hear, you tighten around his thick cock, and the vice grip you have on him causes him to choke. he collapses to your chest with a whine as his body shoots out even more cum. and after giving you all that he has, he lays there, his face pressed against your chest as he waits for both of you to catch your breaths. his tail curls around your waist as he slowly turns you guys over, his cock still inside you. you rest on top of him for a moment, your eyes sliding shut when all of sudden you feel him jerk underneath you. you look down at him to see his pretty eyes glowing, his canines growing a bit sharper as he asks you with a predatory grin,

“ready for round two??”

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contrary to popular belief, childe hates his scars.

he hates the way they are painted on his skin, he hates the way that they stick out so obviously, pink and white adorning almost every part of his body.

and he hates the way they always catch your eye. you always tap your fingers whenever you're on dates together, eyes drawing the outlines and curves on his forearms.

there's never malice in your eyes, though. he's always catching you looking at him with interest, eyes sparkling with delight.

but he still doesn't like it.

there’s always a question behind your eyes, an unspoken tragedy is how childe views it. your curious nature makes him shudder, the way how your thumb stops rubbing his hand as you trace your finger against every ident in his skin makes his heart stop.

and he hates how he can feel your eyes on his shirtless back as he dries his hair with a towel. “what’s wrong, darling? like what you see, haha?”

his teasing tone was bittersweet, cocooned caterpillars of worry and anxiety formed in his stomach. your silence was too loud, and your footsteps seemed to be so slow.

it was so stupid, how a fatui harbinger could be so worried over a significant other’s opinion. he crossed his legs, you had such a chokehold on him.

he was expecting a question about them. why are they everywhere? what’s wrong with them? what’s wrong with you? he’d imagine you say.

but you just wrapped your arms around his waist. you clung onto him like a koala bear and stayed there for a moment, before placing feather-like kisses on each and every scar you found.

his breath hitched. every kiss you placed on his back seemed to linger, your kisses stayed forever. it was overwhelming, but he didn’t want you to stop. his voice came off as breathless, heart pounding a little too loud for him to hear. “what… are you doing?”

“nobody ever kissed your scars better, did they?” you shrugged and continued kissing him. “i’m doing that now. i've wanted to do this for so long, ajax.”

the cocoons grew, and transformed into butterflies. not anxiety, nor worry, just pure love. he let out a breath he hadn’t known he had been holding and not his lip to prevent tears from falling.

he had been impaled, shot, stabbed, everything. there is not a single way childe has gone through hell and back.

yet your kisses, so full of love and innocence brought him to tears. he inhaled and exhaled, letting out shaky breaths. his palms covered his eyes as he screwed them tight, refusing to let anything show.

he turned around and his hands met yours, giant hands clasping over small ones. he opened his eyes and they were so warm and full of love. there was with newfound sparkle in them that had electrified your heart. his smile was so sweet and intoxicating, dimples peeking out like suns on a cloudy day.

“you have no idea how crazy i am for you, do you?”

#cries #i Love him #:((

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— WHY DO I LOVE YOU AGAIN?

↷ various ! genshin men x reader

✦ synopsis : you love your significant other ; really, you do. sometimes you just want to squish their face and kiss them silly because they're just that awesome. on others? well, given the fact that they're either lowkey or highkey weird...you find yourself questioning your taste in lovers...

WARNING(S) : crack, pure crack, childe doing illegal shit and the chad of manipulate mansplain manwhore, al haitham. NOT PROOFREAD

# masterlist

&& . al haitham · ( a guide to tearing your food apart ; horrifically )

AL HAITHAM WAS USUALLY…quiet. And you’d like to say he was graceful too, with a decent posture and a reading ethic that made you swoon ( and the glasses he wore???? U G H ). Kaveh would protest, would call him a baseless pig, and would beg you to reconsider even dating this man. But you were in love, and four years later, post the nerves of graduation and finding jobs and kisses snuck between routines, you were still in love.

There was always a ‘but’, though.

Always.

You watch Al Haitham pick up his knife. Immaculate. Amazing. What a god of a man.

You watch him hold it like a dagger. Concerning, sure but still hot. Your hot ass boyfriend using his table knife like a murder weapon. The crowd was going wild, you were screeching like a feral beast on the inside.

You watch him tear the poor chicken apart, with the brutality of a bear, his expression impassive, almost terrifyingly stoic in the face of it all.

Then his shoulders relax. He looks at you. You look at him. Something passes over his face, a ghost of an emotion, of amusement. Then he smirks. “Would you like some of mine?” he asks, and he seems to be teasing you. Just a bit, just enough so that he toed the line between his usual meanness. “You were staring.”

Maybe what made it worse was that he knew about your occasional ire, and he gave zero shits about it. But as quick as the feeling came, it was gone and you shrug. You weren’t one to pass over free food.

“Sure.” you smile, taking a spoonful of his shredded chicken. Al Haitham nods, seemingly satisfied before he returns to demolishing his dinner once more.

&& . childe | tartaglia · ( surprise surprise ; your boyfriend partakes in larceny )

YOU JUST WANTED some chocolate —

( — Famous last words, really. )

But the sight of Childe bent over your padlock, with your super hidden, ultra secret stash of very limited edition candies tucked between his legs seemed to have fused every logical thought in your brain. You could only stare. Then stare some more. Then blink and hope to the gods above that he hasn’t eaten any of them…

…it was half empty.

The innocent, near cherubic smile that played on his lips was twisted in a way. Your boyfriend, a criminal in the making, a psychopathic chocolate stealer. You wanted to cy. You wanted to scream. You wanted to demand when, where and why he learned how to pick locks with such precision and what unfathomable shenanigans and trouble had he caused with this horrific power.

“Oh, I just…looked it up.” he replied brightly, popping another sweet into his mouth. “These are delicious, by the way.”

“You looked it up…” you repeat.

Childe shrugs, looking a bit bored now. “Yeah, I found a lock pick….just lying on the floor one day and I learned how to use it. The internet’s got some pretty cool videos…” he chews thoughtfully for a moment, then hands his hal eaten chocolate to you. “Want some?”

You take the chocolate. “This was supposed to be mine…” you mumble miserably. “My mother sent it to me…”

Childe chuckles and pulls you in for a kiss. You taste some of the chocolate he had and when the two of you separated, he was grinning, a bit like a fox who flashed it’s fangs in a cheeky smile before it stole your food.

“You're sleeping on the couch.” you state. His face falls immediately.

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hi can u do cyno with hate/jealous smut? ( like theyre rivals and cyno sees some guy flirting with reader so he puts her in her place…idk 😭

-xoxo, 🥟

[🥟] Welcome back, anon!! I’d be more than happy to write this for you!!! The jealous trope is always a fun one, hehe! Sorry for the late answer, and I hope you have a lovely week!!

((Minors DO NOT INTERACT!!! ))

Cyno wasn’t particularly interested in many things. He did enjoy Genius Invokation TCG, and perhaps the occasional blend of yogurt, rice, meat, and dried nuts, all roasted up into something delectable…

In fact, the thought of food was what had brought Cyno to his current location in the first place. He’d been hungry and had planned to eat—

What he hadn’t planned on, was the sight of [F/N] —

She was as annoyingly bright as always, and it seemed as though she’d brought company—

Now, Cyno had no problem with bright people. [F/N], however—

Well, she was the type to use that brightness to deflect. That was what irritated Cyno when it came to her...

Throughout all the time he had spent with her in past, [F/N] had never once been honest with him. She’d never once voiced her opinion, instead opting to follow the lead of whatever he chose to do— She’d always said ‘you choose’ whenever he asked her for her input, and that—

That had annoyed him to no end…

More so, the way she seemed to draw others in.

She was bright, so of course there would be those that flocked towards her—

“What would you prefer, [F/N]~? “

“I think I’d like some curry—“

Cyno’s eyes narrowed, and he exhaled sharply.

Was it just a him thing, then?

She was perfectly capable of making her own decisions with others, so why wasn’t she in his company?

‘I’m not intimidated by you.’

She’d said that, before her first assignment with the Matra. He’d had high hopes, then—

[F/N] proved to be incredibly skilled, and for a time—

Cyno was sure she’d come close to his position, but she’d suddenly stopped training as hard as she’d been.

She fell behind, and Cyno…?

He’d earned his title.

Still, the interaction between the two was grating on him in a way he hadn’t expected..

Against all logical reason, he wanted it to stop.

Really, all he needed to do was show himself…

That was generally all it took for someone to back off.

…General-ly…

He’d have to keep that one in mind.

Cyno’s eyes narrowed on the two, before finally he made his decision.

“[F/N],” he greeted, his gaze taking in her surprised expression.

The man beside her stiffened, awkwardly smiling at her, before scurrying off.

Cyno withheld the urge to smile as the man left—

What was wrong with him today?

[F/N] always had a knack for getting under his skin…

[F/N] huffed, her gaze trailing to the man’s retreating figure.

“No fun. He was actually kind of cute, you know?” She muttered, her gaze petulant.

Cyno scowled, “Is that so? By what definition ?”

[F/N] blinked up at him, her lips parted in shock.

“Huh..?” She muttered, her response unintelligible.

Cyno stepped a bit closer, leaning slightly over the table.

“For example, if he’s cute— How would you classify me?” He asked, his tone holding a slight edge.

[F/N]’s eyes widened, and to his surprise her cheeks flared with color.

“You…? You’re asking me? Gosh…You’re…you’re untouchable. Most everyone thinks you’re attractive, but no one can touch you. It’s like you live in a different world.”

Cyno’s eyes narrowed at [F/N]’s response and he extended his hand.

[F/N]’s eyes widened, and she grabbed his palm, studying it with her hands.

Cyno withheld the urge to chuckle at her response.

“Your theory was wrong. Well, partially. I only let a particular few touch me…”

[F/N] withdrew her hand, her cheeks tinged pink. “Oh…? I’m one of those few? Then does tha mean you…want to…?”

Cyno’s lips quirked upwards, “I want to teach you a lesson. You’re horrible at communication.”

[F/N] scowled, her cheeks tinged pink.

“That’s rude..! You’re the one who’s horrible at communicating… Plus, we’re in public!!”

Cyno raised a brow, “You’re the one shouting and insinuating things…”

[F/N] scowled, averting her gaze.

Cyno offered her a small nod, heading back towards the front of the line to order. He paused, briefly, glancing back at her with a small smile.

“If you are interested in that lesson, however… I’ll be staying at the base this evening.”

With that, Cyno ordered his food and returned to the base. He finished his meal, before looking over the newest list of marks. He’d finally gotten an idea of the next potential site when a knock resounded on his door.

His brow twitched and he swung the door open with a sigh.

[F/N] stood at the door, her cheeks tinged pink. Cyno examined her face closely, noticing the slight sheen to her lips.

She’d fixed herself up…

That was actually rather cute.

“So…That lesson…?” She mumbled, her gaze downcast.

That wouldn’t do…

Cyno cupped her cheek in his palm, bringing her face closer to his.

“Lesson one… Make eye contact when you’re speaking to others.”

Cyno spoke, noticing with satisfaction the way her cheeks flared at their proximity.

“That��s-! You’re-!”

She exclaimed, and Cyno smirked, before pressing his lips against her’s. He pulled her inside the room, breaking the kiss and closing the door. He glanced at her, a small smile on his face.

“Lesson two… Don’t interrupt a conversation, especially if you’re speaking to a superior…”

[F/N]’s cheeks burned and she looked down.

Cyno closed the distance between them, his eyes narrowed. “What was lesson one again?”

[F/N]’s gaze trailed to his, and crimson hues met [e/c].

“Eye contact…” She mumbled, her lips pursed into a small pout.

Cyno nodded, a smirk slipping onto his face.

“Good. Now, for lesson three… Honesty is a virtue. Will you trust me?”

[F/N]’s cheeks burned, “Yes. I’ll trust you, Cyno.”

Cyno smiled, leaning over [F/N] and pressing his lips to her cheek. His breath fanned out against her cheek as he spoke.

“Lesson four… The ability to complete a task. Strip.”

[F/N]’s eyes widened and she chuckled a bit breathlessly, before pulling off her top and unfastening her bra. She slipped off her bottoms soon after, her gaze trailing to Cyno. She was about to ask him what he was going to do, when she processed the fact that he was already naked, a familiar container in his hand.

“How on Tevyat…?”

Cyno chuckled, “It’s a bit easier when you don’t typically wear a top.”

[F/N] nodded, biting her lip.

That was fair, she supposed.

“What’s lesson number five..?”

She asked, her tone soft.

Cyno’s eyes narrowed and he caught her wrist, pulling her close to him.

“Tone control…” He responded, his tone less harsh than it had been.

[F/N]’s eyes widened and she nodded, a bit of excitement coursing through her—

Cyno wrapped a hand around her waist, pulling her towards him, before coming down on her hard—

[F/N] let out a light whimper at the force of which Cyno was pressing up against her.

She knew he was strong, but this was—!!

“Ah… Shit…” She huffed, digging her nails into Cyno’s skin. The General Mahamatra jerked forwards, his thighs pressing against her—

Shit. She could barely manage to process.

They were toned—

“Do we need a lesson on language..?”

Cyno asked, his tone raspy as he pushed himself even closer, his hips thrusting lightly against her form.

[F/N] gasped, biting back the foul word that came to mine.

“No…Keep teaching me…this one…”

She huffed, her tone higher than before.

“Manners first. Say please.” Cyno rasped, his thrusts quickening.

[F/N] keened, her cheeks flaring with warmth.

“Please…” She muttered, her voice shaky.

Cyno pushed further, adjusting his position slightly, before slowing to a more rhythmic pace.

“Good girl.” He praised, his voice deep, before thrusting harshly against her form.

[F/N] gasped, her eyes widening as a flush of heat spread throughout her form—

Cyno continued to thrust against her, and she bit her lip trying to hold in a moan—

They were still at the base.

Holy shit. They were still at the base—

“C-Cyno what if someone hears…?”

[F/N] huffed out, and the thrusts paused momentarily.

“There is a reason I said tone control…”

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ajaxsbeloved · 2 years

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what type of car you would be in the car universe?

yo momma

#[chit chats]#L #ratio #your mom

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PART TWO OF DONT GIMMIE THAT LOOK?? 😍

don’t gimmie that look (II) 🎂

order for: xiao, scaramouche, and kazuha

flavor: suggestive

order summary: how the genshin men react to you giving them the “fuck me” eyes on accident (the long awaited part 2 to this post)

warnings: pinning reader, manhandling, biting, drunk kazuha, alcohol, drunk making out, scaramouche being scary as hell nothing new, swearing, choking, scaramouche’s is violent but consensual!!

xiao

though he told you that you could call his name in need of an emergency you never actually did, you felt bad for relying on him when he had much more important people to protect. you wanted to be closer to him sure but xiao was closed off, he never showed his emotions.

xiao was strong and you knew that, stronger than you. you could get through almost any challenge thrown your way but right now you knew that if you didn’t do something you’d likely end up dead, guilty but desperate you did the one thing you could think to do.

“XIAO!”

before you could even see if he was there the ruin guard was down and in front of you appears the legendary adeptus

his aura was terrifying, the pure power emitting from him paralyzed you and for a moment you considered running away

however when he looked at you the leaking intent to kill seeped back to wherever it crawled out of, his mask disappeared from his face and his sharp eyes searched for you

you looked down to the floor out of embarrassment for having to request his help, you listened carefully to his footsteps against the dirt as he made his way over to you

“head up”

slowly you lifted your head and your eyes met his, you let out a shaky breath at the contact and your heart began to pound in your chest

xiao didn’t know what he expected but he didn’t expect that look, he paused at the way your eyes longed for him and the breath you let out sent a shiver down his spine

he looked down after meeting your eyes and balled up his fists, he seemed more than mad. even infuriated.

“tch”

you worried that perhaps you had made him upset with you in some way, by calling him to deal with such a simple enemy or save your weak self?

“xiao-”

losing his sense he grabbed you a bit roughly and threw you over his shoulder like a potato sack, causing a yelp to come out of your mouth

you continued to asked what was going on and why if he was upset, you used his name often to try to connect with him emotionally but he wasn’t seeming to have any of it

he silently walked over to a large rock with you on his shoulder and upon reaching the rock he let you down, but before you could ask again what he was doing he had you pinned against the side of the boulder

with your wrists pinned by his strong arms your breath was uneven with his head buried in your neck

“i like the way you call for me”

his voice vibrated just above a whisper against your skin and you felt a sharp pain in your shoulder as he bit into your flesh

“haa xiao”

“just like that, until you lose your voice.”

scaramouche

being scaramouche’s personal secretary was certainly a challenge, with an attitude like his the man was much more challenging of a boss than most

there were days where you would’ve taken any other harbinger to serve such a tartaglia or even sandrone but you managed to put up with the balladeer out of sheer determination

however scaramouche had very frequent tantrums and episodes in which he was much less than pleasant (even more so than usual!) and in these episodes he was prone to violence even over very little things

today was one of those days, his anger issues were more severe than a typical day and he was irrational throughout each thing he did. slapping people and breaking bones out of a moment of annoyance was something he wasn’t a stranger to.

though you were rarely a victim of his physical outbursts he did verbally attack you on multiple occasions during days like these, though he didn’t hurt you that didn’t mean you weren’t afraid that he would and thus you did your best to avoid him when he was in an angsty mood

having been paved by him you sigh deeply and pray for your own sanity when you walk into his office, naturally there were papers all over the place and a piece of decor or two was completely wrecked

“yes lord scaramouche?”

you bow on the ground before him with your hand on your chest as per the standard servant mannerism

he slams his hands against the desk with such force that you flinch when you here the sound, the wood had certainly cracked or snapped at his strength

“WHO THE FUCK WAS IN MY OFFICE AND WHERE IN TEYVAT ARE THEY”

“i’m unsure lord but i can check the security cameras if you’d like”

scaramouche was more than pissed, he was more than aggravated, this just might be the most upset you’ve seen him and you felt terror as you heard him stomp over to where you were

leaning down he grabbed you tightly by the neck and pulled you up off the ground, his hold was strong and you desperately tried to hold onto his arm for support

“some of my most important case files are missing do you hear me you good for nothing slut? find whatever bastard took them or you will end up six feet underground right next to them understand?”

his voice was firm and his teeth gritted, though he wasn’t yelling he was much more scary having looked into your eyes and said such a threatening demand so calmly

you looked back at him with half lidded eyes, you struggled to keep them open and you breathed as heavily as you could with your lack of oxygen and took multiple moments to compile an answer to his statement

“y…..e-es….. lo…rd”

he dropped you onto the ground without warning and turned back to face his desk, you fell into the floor and coughed harshly bringing your hand to your throat and feeling the burning sensation against your skin

trying to hastily recover and catch your breath you gasp for air and look up at his back to speak one last time before you exit

“is there anything else you need lord scaramouche?”

“lock the door.”

kazuha

kazuha is known for his skill with a sword, being so in touch with his blade is a skill that many envy including yourself

kazuha agreed to help train you in the art of wielding a sword properly and you found yourself regularly folding sparing sessions with him when given the chance

these sparing sessions were sometimes short and sometimes long, ranging from morning to night with panting and sweat as a result of your work

kazuha never failed to praise you for doing a good job with your training, though you could only hope to live up to his expectations he was extremely happy to have a sparring parter

today’s session was long, having started sometime in the mid day and currently being as far along as sunset

the wind was bare and sea calm, the sunset and quiets scenery was quite the contrast to the clashing of swords on the small island that you used for training

both you and kazuha were beginning to drain of your stamina and you struggled to keep up with his articulated movement

“look forward now, the battle isn’t over until one sword is down.”

kazuha encourages you despite also being tired, you circle each other and doge light attacks until you decide you’re ready for this fighting to be over

you lunge at him with all your might from behind and before he can look your in front on him below his waist to slash his sword from his hand, he looks down only to see you with a fire in your eyes and smile on your lips

though the moment lasts nothing more than a second he’s caught off guard and loses the sparring session, being exhausted you both call it a day and head back to beidou’s ship

once things have cooled down more you two sit in the cabin at night and drink while having playful conversation

kazuha has had plenty of drinks and is clearly out of it while you’re just barely more than tipsy

while talking about archons only know what kazuha struggles to keep up processing your words, his mind wanders to the moment you defeated him earlier and he can’t help how his head fills with thoughts of you

the image is imprinted in his memory despite how short it was, the way the light hits your hair and the form of your body. the passion in your eyes and the way you smiled at him, it was a sight that effected him more than he ever intended

you were in the middle of spouting nonsense when he interrupted you out of no where

“can i kiss you?”

you laugh and kiss his cheek in response without really thinking, you weren’t as sober as could’ve been and were quite intent on finishing your story

however sobriety nearly slams back into you when kazuha’s lips are on yours, his body on top of yours and his hands on your sides cause you to become a little more clear headed

though not that you were complaining, you kiss him back and taste the alcohol in his system when your tongues intertwine

letting out gasps for air and tugging on his hair he finally pulls away from you, staring t your lips and then moving his eyes to your yours

“keep looking at me with such fever and i’ll have to show you just how precise my movements can get.”

“well i am a hands on learned master kazuha”

let’s just say that waking up the next morning was an interesting and sore experience for the both of you

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