SBG characters getting caught making out with their s/o
warnings: making out, bad grammar, swearing
A/N: If you haven’t read part I, go read that as well!! :D and also if you want a part III with any other characters i’ll make one (I won’t do Logan cuz tbh I think he just wouldn’t do that kind of stuff)
Part I Part II
Ben Clark
。 ⋆ ⋆ ˚。⋆ ⋆ ˚。⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚。⋆ ⋆ ˚⋆⋆ 。
。 ⋆ ⋆ ˚。⋆ ⋆ ˚。⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚。⋆ ⋆ ˚⋆⋆ 。
Yall would be at his house in his room when Aiden just randomly barges in cuz Aiden is just wild
You would have to be the one to initiate the make out probably cuz I believe he’s pretty shy when doing these things
You would guide him but once he gets it it’s like he is EXPERIENCED
Heaven fr
You would have music in the background
I really think ben would be into like System of a down or korn
You wouldn’t hear him over the music so um that would he a bit awkward
Ben would probably notice and quickly pull away
You would just look at Aiden with a pissed expression and flip him off haha
Yall would NOT be doing that ever again (at least not at his house)
Ashlyn Banner
。 ⋆ ⋆ ˚。⋆ ⋆ ˚。⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚。⋆ ⋆ ˚⋆⋆ 。
。 ⋆ ⋆ ˚。⋆ ⋆ ˚。⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚。⋆ ⋆ ˚⋆⋆ 。
Yall would definitely not get caught tbh
She had great hearing after all
She would hear the person coming 5 minutes early HAHA
Would just go and lock the door like “bitch you ain’t disturbing me and my s/o”
Let’s say she didn’t have her super hearing and blah blah blah yeah how would that go?
She would yell at the person tbh and then she would just huff when they leave and ramble to you on how stupid that person is
“I swear some people need to learn how to knock like it’s a great invention.”
“Calm down honey it’s—”
“Don’t fucking honey me.”
“You know you love it.”
tsundere-ish type
IDK WHY SHE JUST GIVES THAT KIND OF VIBEEE
Would definitely be at least a bit of embarrassed
Just give her some kisses and call her pet names I believe she would melt haha
Barron
(if anyone knows his last name let me know)
。 ⋆ ⋆ ˚。⋆ ⋆ ˚。⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚。⋆ ⋆ ˚⋆⋆ 。
。 ⋆ ⋆ ˚。⋆ ⋆ ˚。⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚。⋆ ⋆ ˚⋆⋆ 。
OKAY YALL HEAR ME OUT
Ik he bullies Logan but his design is just 🙏🛐
On my knees fr (i might have a type)
Anyway! You guys would be somewhere at the arcade with his friends probably and he would just call you to the back of the arcade where ppl smoke
He would flirt with you sm, kissing from your forehead, down to your jawline and then neck
Tbh I think he would be a bit experienced with this shit
Would be a pretty good kisser like a solid 8/10
Would fr pin you against a wall and all that kind of shit when one of his friends wanted to go smoke and saw you guys
Barron would fr kiss you deeper like he ain’t ashamed of you tf
Would just flip the guy off while kissing you
His friend knew better then to stay and quickly went back inside, deciding it was a good day to save his lungs LMAO
“Barron um, he.. kind of saw us?”
“What? Am I not allowed to make out with my s/o?”
“But I thought you—”
“I’m not ashamed of you, you’re gorgeous~ Let them be jealous.”
Barron you fucking bi—
He would rub it in when you guys come back to the group
He have your hand in his or a hand on your waist
Would kiss your cheek in front of his friends (would fr be smirking at the mf that interrupted you)
Just Barron doing Barron things
380 notes
·
View notes
I'm a hardcover svt fan and I've always think about how they act and what they will do yn wearing a really revealing clothes and going out with friends ...and sending them videos of yn dancing with random peoples.....mingyu or jeonghan
note:
i kinda got carried away.. 🚶 i got way too excited upon seeing my first request and sat my ass down to write. this was a good break away from the fic i'm working on so thank you so much for requesting, anon! i chose to do jeonghan since i'm writing a mingyu fic, and also because i had the clearest vision for jeonghan when i read your request. i might revisit mingyu in the future though! i think it'd be fun to write for him in this situation too.
anyway i'm sorry for rambling haha... i hope you enjoy, anon!
this is not proofread.
requests ⇝ open
pairing ⇝ yoon jeonghan x reader
tags ⇝ established relationship, smut
warnings ⇝ dom/sub dynamics, dom!jeonghan, whiny sub!reader, gender neutral reader but wears dresses and has female parts, overkill of the petname "baby" (oops), kinda mean jeonghan, mentions of alcohol consumption, teasing, grinding, light clit stimulation.
word count ⇝ 895
“Did you have your fun?”
You lift your gaze to your vanity mirror, finding your boyfriend hovering behind you by the bathroom doorframe with his lips curled and brown eyes fixed on your reflection. He looked tired, wisps of his dark hair sticking out in odd directions as if he’d just lift himself off of the softness of your shared bed. Immediately, you greet him with a soft smile of your own through the mirror, but you look over him with worried eyes. “Hi, angel. I’m so sorry. Did I wake you?”
“I wasn’t sleeping,” Jeonghan replied, humming, as he takes a step towards you. He also looked you over, taking in the dress you wore and how it fit your body tightly. He looked at the curved cutouts on the sides and how it had basically left your waist bare. Then he’s looking at the length, how it stops mere inches below the round of your ass. His mouth twitched.
“Oh, but it looked like you had just woken up!” You laugh, twisting the upper half of your body just to reach a hand up and smooth out some strands of his hair.
“I tried to, but I couldn’t really,” he said, gaze flickering back up to meet yours. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Your question?” You blinked, really trying to remember what he had said moments prior, but if you were honest, your head still felt a little rickety from the buzz of the alcohol you had consumed.
“Did you have your fun?” Jeonghan asked again, his tone still sweet, sounding much too sweet for comfort actually.
You blanched, recognizing the subtle change in his voice instantly. “Jeonghan?”
“When I was trying to sleep,” your boyfriend went on, slowly taking your wrist in his hand and giving it a little squeeze. “Some of your friends sent me some videos.”
“Jeonghan, I —”
“At first, they were cute videos of my baby just having fun and throwing back shots. Then there were sexy ones, where my baby looks incredible in their outfit as they danced the night away.” You open your mouth to say something, but Jeonghan immediately starts again. “Then there were the ones where strangers had come up and danced with my baby.” A chuckle and you further paled. “Sleep didn’t come for me anymore when I saw that.”
Your pulse thrummed wildly, you could feel it against your ears and you’re so sure Jeonghan could feel it too with the way he held your wrist. But he let you go and instead rested his both his palms on either side of your waist that was void of any cloth. You watched him through the mirror, watched his hands smooth its way down and under your dress where you now felt his fingers toy at the band of your underwear. His skin was cold, prickling your skin and causing a shiver to run up your spine.
“I’m not mad,” Jeonghan reassured, pushing you gently until your back is pressed flush against his chest. He leaned closer, his mouth lingering just a hairsbreadth away from your ear. “I’m glad you seemed like you were enjoying yourself, but I wish I could’ve done something about the ones you danced with though.”
“I’m sorry,” you breathed out, shaky.
“But I’m not mad at you,” Jeonghan hummed, smiling at your reflection, at the slight tremble of your frame when he inches his fingers closer to your heat. “Do I have something to be mad about?”
“N-No,” you stammered out.
“You’re stuttering, baby.” His clicked his tongue, hands pulling back to rest on your waist again. “Are you sure?”
“I am!” you cry out, lifting your hips slightly as if to chase after his touch. “I swear, they approached me first. I thought it was a friend that came up to me, but when I realized it wasn’t, I left, I promise!”
Jeonghan laughed darkly. “I believe you, baby. I trust you that much.” But he did not return his hands to where it had ventured. It stayed on your waist but now he gripped on it, slowly guiding you to sway it against him in a slow, sensual dance. “If I was there and saw them approach you,” he murmured softly in your ear, his breath warm. “I would dance with you like this and show them just who exactly you belong to.”
“Baby,” you whined softly, pressing your backside harder against him, searching for his growing length hidden beneath his sweats.
“Would you be this whiny on the dance floor too?” he laughed again, but indulges you, grounding his crotch on your ass which only earns another whine from you.
“Jeonghan, please,” you sniffed, shifting your head to really look at him, letting him see the clear desperation on your face.
“What is it?” he teased, the corner of his mouth quirked when he peers down at you. “What does my baby want, hm?”
You take his hands in yours, guiding them back under your dress to where your core throbs heavily. “Please touch me,” you plead, your voice cracking. “Please?”
Jeonghan smiled, a smile sweet of venom, before his fingers at last pull your underwear to the side and press down hard on your clit. “Work for it, baby,” he drawled. “Show me how well you move these hips like you did on that dance floor.”
627 notes
·
View notes
Hey I ADORE UR WRITING...SENDING ALL LOVES TO U... btw can u write a headcanon about how alhaitham or zhongli or wanderer would react to a really short fiesty y/n?
THIS IS V LATE IM SO SORRY HAHA anyway im alive now so I finally finished the prompt ! i interpreted it romantically by accident but I hope you like it anyway ehehe
༊*·˚ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑
ft. Alhaitham, Zhongli, Wanderer
Content: Fluff, headcannons, it's all enemies to lovers, Scara's part is a little short but so is he 🤭
a/n - ignore the spam e's at the end tumblr kept deleting my last paragraph whenever i tried to edit so i got mad and made sure the only thing i'd lose were the 3847394 e's i typed
ALHAITHAM
At first, he couldn’t ever see himself falling for someone like you. And if he were to date you, he’d definitely have to fall quite far - after all, you were so short, he practically had to trip over himself in squatting to talk to you. What you lacked in height, however, was made up by temper.
The first time Alhaitham had met you, he was very much taken aback by your personality. Instantly, he categorised you as the irritating, distracting type, filing away your existence in his brain as he droned out the sound of your voice.
“Grand Sage! I’m here to get approval for my research paper, and-”
“Acting Grand Sage.” Alhaitham corrected you without even looking up from his desk. Your words didn’t even register to him, as he left the interaction to his subconscious as to save his own energy.
“Acting Grand Scribe, whatever. Anyway, here’s my thesis, can you look over it now?”
“The approval process takes a few days, you can leave it here.”
“Oh, okay! Thank you, Grand Sage!” You chirped, scurrying off before Alhaitham could point out your error again. He spared a cursory glance towards the paper you’d left on his desk, raising an eyebrow.
“Height: an in-depth study into the role of genetics versus upbringing in contributing to an individual’s vertical stature.”
Alhaitham tutted. The title wasn’t concise, and the premise of your project lacked nuance. He idly flipped through the pages, already preparing to reject it.
"This project will feature an interview with a member of the Shuumatsuban who struggles with height in order to establish a deeper understanding... Hm. Interesting, but not groundbreaking. We've seen countless projects like this before." Alhaitham mused, stamping the front cover with bright red rejection and putting the paper aside.
It wasn’t long before Alhaitham found you at his office once again. However, you’d shed any semblance of politeness you’d had before, only fuming as you marched right up to his desk and demanded an explanation for the rejection of your research project.
“Well, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen a thesis like this. The Akademiya needs not waste its resources on previously covered topics, hence I suggest you find a scholarly pursuit more worthy of your time.” You clenched your hands into fists at the irritating way the Acting Grand Sage didn’t even glance at you, his eyes still darting over the paper he was currently reading.
“What’s so interesting about what you’re reading now, then?” You snapped, slamming both hands on the hard wood of the desk. Your arms faltered a little as pain shot up from the impact. You tried to bite back a wince, but Alhaitham noticed. He had to fight to keep an amused smirk down as he finally looked up at you.
“This? It’s a study into the applicability of natural selection in society. Of course, it fuels some questionable - and incorrect - ideals, but it has piqued my interest. Rest assured that it will also be rejected.” Alhaitham’s tone was condescending, and it only made you more frustrated.
“Why are you invalidating my experiment?”
“Don’t take this so personally, I have nothing against you as an individual.” The Acting Grand Sage chuckled. Your demeanour reminded him of a fiery chipmunk, and he tuned out the sound of your incessant rambling.
Even your cheeks looked like a chipmunk’s. How fun it would be, to squish them…
“Hey, what are you doing?” You were jerked out of your spiel by the touch of Alhaitham’s hand on your cheek. Some fingers were gloved, others bare - it made a curious contrast, the rough leather juxtaposing smooth skin.
“My apologies, you had something on your cheek. You may continue your futile self justification now.” Alhaitham retracted his hand to go back to studying the paper.
“This… this won’t be the end!” You exclaimed. You sounded rather like a villain one would find in a children’s novel, except Alhaitham doubted there was a villain as small and as harmless as you.
“I look forward to your future endeavours.” Alhaitham quirked a wry smile at seeing you scuttle off furiously.
You were right - this wasn’t the end. You’d unfortunately piqued the Acting Grand Sage’s interest, and once that happened, there was no way out.
You’d find yourself bumping into Alhaitham more often after that incident. Who knew the Acting Sage even left his office? Wherever you went, he’d be there, presumably to make your life harder.
It sounds cliche, but he would definitely help you out with reaching books just beyond the range of your flailing hands. Of course, he’d read the title and criticise your choice of literature before handing it to you, but Alhaitham would be of aid nonetheless.
He’d make blunt remarks to rile you up, enjoying the sight of you flushing in anger. You were so short, yet so energetic - he often wondered how it was possible for you to be so endearing and irritating at the same time.
Sometimes, your brutish comments would get through to Alhaitham, and you’d have the pleasure of seeing his jaw flex in discomfort before he snapped back with something equally personal. Neither of you were ever willing to let the other have the last word.
You often wondered how you’d gotten close to the cold Acting Sage. He was feared amongst all other scholars for his meticulousness, and yet he seemed fine with engaging in banter with you. It was a shocking but typical sight to see you with him in the halls of the Akademiya, the almost comical height difference drawing scoffs from witnesses. A quick glare from Alhaitham would be enough to silence those snickers, however. After all, he was the only one who could tease you, and you, him.
ZHONGLI
You’d first meet Zhongli through attempting to scam him. Most people would wonder why you were trying to swindle the god of contracts himself, but to be fair, you didn’t know who he was - and you were an absolute genius at robbing people with honeyed lies. How were you supposed to know you’d bitten off more than you could chew?
The day had begun normally, with you merely making your normal (fraudulent) sales. You’d make glorious promises of a newly discovered vein of ores in the Chasm, painting pictures of abundant wealth. Then, you’d convince those poor customers to buy stakes in the mine for a ridiculous price, although they were really only buying a shoddy patch of dirt you owned in the Sumeru-Liyue border. You’d managed to slip under the radar as you technically hadn’t done anything illegal, only omitted some key details.
After all, you only said that there was a “strong possibility” that there would be valuable ores there. And you were right - there were iron chunks. And they were valuable… in some perspectives. Either way, you didn’t know much about what was legal and what wasn’t (your only knowledge came from your time attending school with Yanfei) but it was good, not-so-honest work. The devil’s in the details, as they say, and nobody reads the poorly written fine print on the contracts you made anyway.
Until Zhongli came along.
“May I ask the whereabouts of this place?” The man exuded wealth, from his deep voice to his elegantly refined attire. Your eyes sparkled. If you could pull this off, the rewards would be great.
“It’s in the Chasm.”
“Ah, you already mentioned that, but where exactly in the Chasm?”
“Around the Western side, near the Sumeru border.”
“Hm, how fascinating. I don’t recall any developments being made in that area.” Zhongli murmured.
“It’s being kept a secret, because of how valuable it is… Of course you understand how important confidentiality is to such a project, right?”
“What confidentiality is there to uphold if you’re blandly advertising it in the middle of Liyue Harbour?”
You were stunned into silence, mouth hanging open. It was there that you noticed the knowing gleam in his eyes, the quirk of his lips in a shrewd smirk.
“… Please don’t report me. I will atone for my sins, and worship the lord of geo with great reverence.” You immediately switched attitudes, letting out a nervous laugh. For a seasoned businessperson like yourself, you had to know when to stop attacking and when to start defending. This was one of those times where it was best to defend - or, better yet, to just run away.
“Well then, you may begin now.” Zhongli crossed his arms.
“You’re not the lord of geo.” You retorted. The man had introduced himself as Zhongli, after all.
“Oh?” Zhongli smiled, and you felt your stomach churn. If this man truly was Rex Lapis, then you’d just made a very big mistake.
Zhongli turned and walked away, and you breathed out a sigh of relief - before he glanced back at you, expecting you to follow.
“Where… where are we going…?” You asked.
“Aren’t you going to atone? We’ll start by returning every cent of the mora you took.” Zhongli took your hand in his. A stupid, out of place warmth bloomed at the contact, but you quickly squashed it as you continued to fume at the man who’d dismantled your thriving business.
“What? The Tianquan was onto you already, would you rather face more extreme persecution from her?” Zhongli smiled.
“… No.” You snapped.
This ‘atonement’ was going to take a while.
Surprisingly, your victims - wait, *customers* - were scattered far and wide around Teyvat, so you found yourself going on many trips with the former lord of geo.
At first, you’d constantly snap at him, viewing him as a suspiciously pleasant millelith member, or an overly patronising supervisor. However, as the two of you got closer, he wasn’t as insufferable as you thought.
It was comforting to hear Zhongli share his past experiences, narrating first-hand stories like the ones in the history classes you never paid attention to. He was also the perfect height for you to grab his ponytail, yanking it particularly hard whenever you were bored.
To be honest, Zhongli often did appear as your guardian. He’d stop you from picking fights with strangers, easily holding you back (or slinging you over his shoulder if you were being particularly disagreeable), doing his best to maintain peace in an environment you were in.
On colder days, you’d borrow Zhongli’s coat, although it was so long it dragged along the floor. The sleeves hung over your hands, the cuffs flopping around whenever you excitedly pointed out something. Zhongli would chuckle at your mannerisms, resting a comforting hand on your head to keep you still.
Zhongli was calm, and you definitely were not. He was tall, but you most certainly weren’t. But you know what they say - opposites attract. And you made quite a pair with the former Geo Archon.
WANDERER
Two vertically challenged, feisty individuals with an attitude problem. Both you and the Wanderer were Sumeru city’s worst nightmare, although you undeniably despised each other.
You’d match his energy with unfaltering confidence as he hurled every insult in your direction upon seeing you. Honestly, neither of you were sure when this rivalry started - perhaps it’d just began when you two wanted to see who could be the best short angry person in the region.
“Looking as useless as ever, Wanderer.” You sneered upon seeing the familiar jellyfish cut from the back, snickering as the figure turned to glare at you.
“Has anyone ever told you about your severe temper issues?” The Wanderer snapped back.
“Speak for yourself - I heard you massacred some poor Fatui skirmishers while roaming in the jungle.”
“They were in the way, and you would’ve done the same if you were in my position.”
Those that were passing by watched your bickering with an amused trepidation. You really were perfect for each other, if you’d somehow set your hatred aside.
You and the Wanderer would be seen prowling the city streets or wrecking havoc in the wilderness in the name of some vague competition, both your tempers equally matched. In candid moments you two would almost understand each other perfectly, almost opening your mouths to say something vulnerable.
Of course, your egos wouldn’t allow for that. And so, you and the Wanderer would dance along the edge of whatever strange relationship you had.
Despite you both being short, the Wanderer possessed an Anemo vision. Hence, as you struggled to climb a tree to obtain some bird eggs, the Wanderer would float above you, cackling as he snatched them out of your reach.
“What on earth do you plan to do with these, anyway? I never knew you cooked.”
“Give them to me!”
“How sad life must be, having your head so close to the ground.” The Wanderer wove to the side to dodge your flailing arms, failing to notice the dangerous creaking of the branch you were clinging to.
“You’d better come back here right now-” The branch snapped and you went hurtling down, squeezing your eyes shut. You heard a crack, and felt yourself land against something.
“Gosh, you’re so heavy.” The Wanderer scoffed. He’d caught you mid-air, lowering you to the ground in mocking gentleness.
“Did I break a bone…?” You gasped, feeling something sticky on your back. Perhaps it was all your organs spilling out.
“No, you’re fine. Stop being so dramatic.”
“Then what was that cracking sound?”
“Uh, those eggs you were trying to get.”
You kept out of the Wanderer’s arms hurriedly, the almost tender moment broken - much like the eggs broken over your back and your companion’s hands.
“Archons, you’re so infuriating. Couldn’t you have put them down before saving me?” You scowled.
“Be grateful I did it in the first place.” The Wanderer rolled his eyes.
He wasn’t sure if it was you or the sticky egg debris, but he felt a lingering warmth in his hands.
You and the Wanderer understood each other better than anyone, and let’s be honest - the whole of Sumeru was just waiting for the two of you to get together.
(pls ignore this)
e
e
e
e
e
e
e
e
e
e
e
e
e
e
e
e
e
e
“Hm, an interview with a member of the Shuumatsuban to inquire into the difficulties of growing tall… Interesting, but not groundbreaking. We’ve had countless projects covering similar areas.” Alhaitham muttered, stamping the front page and putting it aside.
blah
STOP DELETING MY SHIT
“Hm, an interview with a member of the Shuumatsuban to inquire into the difficulties of growing tall… Interesting, but not groundbreaking. We’ve had countless projects covering similar areas.” Alhaitham muttered, stamping the front page and putting it aside.
Th
I HATE TUMBLR UGHHHH
“Hm, an interview with a member of the Shuumatsuban to inquire into the difficulties of growing tall… Interesting, but not groundbreaking. We’ve had countless projects covering similar areas.” Alhaitham muttered, stamping the front page and putting it aside.
I HATE TUMBLR
“Hm, an interview with a member of the Shuumatsuban to inquire into the difficulties of growing tall… Interesting, but not groundbreaking. We’ve had countless projects covering similar areas.” Alhaitham muttered, stamping the front page and putting it aside.
“Hm, an interview with a member of the Shuumatsuban to inquire into the difficulties of growing tall… Interesting, but not groundbreaking. We’ve had countless projects covering similar areas.” Alhaitham muttered, stamping the front page and putting it aside.
“Hm, an interview with a member of the Shuumatsuban to inquire into the difficulties of growing tall… Interesting, but not groundbreaking. We’ve had countless projects covering similar areas.” Alhaitham muttered, stamping the front page and putting it aside.
“Hm, an interview with a member of the Shuumatsuban to inquire into the difficulties of growing tall… Interesting, but not groundbreaking. We’ve had countless projects covering similar areas.” Alhaitham muttered, stamping the front page and putting it aside.
Alhaitham tutted. The title wasn’t concise nor succinct, and there was a clear lack of nuance within the premise of your project. He idly flipped through the rest of the pages, already preparing to reject it.
“For research… there will be an interview held with a member of the Shuumatsuban who experiences difficulties growing tall… Interesting, but not groundbreaking. We’ve already had similar projects.” Alhaitham muttered, stamping the front cover and putting it aside.
The former Scribe tutted. Even the title wasn’t concise, nor did it provide much nuance. He was just flipping through the rest, already preparing to reject it.
“This project will… involve an interview with a member of the Shuumatsuban, who experiences stunted growth… Interesting, but not groundbreaking.” Alhaitham stamped the front cover in red and put it aside.
408 notes
·
View notes