#slight smut

[politetrailvigilante]

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💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 9 · Fyodor x Male reader (Part 1) · Your vision blurring with stinging ache in your side and blood oozing from it as well as th

Fyodor x Male reader (Part 2)

(Sorry for a sudden change....... but let's enjoy it from Fyodor's POV)

While I caressed his back I felt his breath slowing down with each sobs getting weaker. Didn't know why I kept wanting to stay just like that . Even eternity seemed like a glance for me, but it couldn't be the same for him, so I had to ask," Excuse me for the trouble, you must be tired, allow me to take you to the bed....." But abruptly he replied with raspy and broken voice,"Please let me see you play more......if it doesn't ruin your pleasure..... may I get one more? Please...."........"How can I refuse such a sweet request?"...........

Despite the bow being in my hand and cello infront of me I could feel my heart and mind being driven to his vision ..... The way he looked at me, as if someone looking to the divine light....... so ironical when I am playing Bach's 'come, sweet death'.....

Probably it was a great idea to let him be like that but humans tend to be detached from reality, "You don't have to sit on the floor like that, let's go to the room you need rest right?"......but I couldn't say any further when I felt his warm hands grazing from my knees to the hand holding the bow......and that sweet yet deep, addictive voice said,"Why is it that whenever I feel you to be distant like some god, you say something so mundane..... as if you are so close to my reach...... yet you feel so far..... so untouchable.....why?"........

I felt a lump in my throat and could only utter,"Maybe my coldness ?"...... "Then in exchange of granting life..... please take my warmth..... please make me colder .....I deserve to...."....... The sentence remained incomplete as he shivered under my cold lips.....Though he asked for my coldness I could only feel myself to get burned under his large palms...... as if he crossed the line but doesn't want to either...... I couldn't help but chuckle within his lips,"How contradictory ...... take me ......"......"y/n ....my name is y/n"..... "Take me y/n"..... and again I started to melt in the hotness while he kept kissing me .......

Heat kept rising when we went to the bed. Never expected a human to be so immersed yet grounded. And that's what surprised me the more. After climbing to bed and taking the clothes off with delicacy, y/n put my head on the bed gently and started kissing my hair, forehead, eyes, nose, lips, jaws, neck, Adam's apple, my chest, my abdomen, my thighs, feet- all felt to be on fire...... if it wasn't enough, he started to lick my feet as if he wants shelter beside my feet like the devotee wants beside the savior. His hot tongue worked on reverse. Slowly from feet to thighs, belly button...... I couldn't help but arch my back on the sensation, voice kept coming....... as if my reactions weren't under my control...... just like the audience get lost in the music, but I vow I never imagined myself to be among the spectators......beholding such a moment. For the whole time he never said a single word ..... just gently caressed me wherever I liked, as if we were doing telepathy. Suddenly to my surprise he kissed me long and deep, seemed like he was swallowing my moans. After breaking the kiss, he said while panting, "Please call my name ..... please let me have the opportunity to be called by that sweet voice"........ "y/n....." ....... I felt warm tears spilling on my chest...... I dragged his cheeks close to me and again called his name,"Y/n"...... and then kissed him to let him swallow and enjoy my voice......then suddenly I felt an unexpected thing down there..... but I couldn't care less, cause now it was my turn to swallow his moans...... he kept thrusting and we kept screaming in out mouths. He seemed to not to let go my lips. And his desire through chivalry made me weaker and led me to my limit ..... but unfortunately he didn't even let my voice out properly as our lips and tongue remained still linked. And after giving some more honey kisses to my torso he seemed to give me break.

The only thing that could be heard was heavy breath. His face still red to the tip of ears and panting. Still he didn't say anything. I called to him with my weak voice,"Y/n?"....... Suddenly I felt his lips on mine ...... hungry, desperate this time...... his tongue kept filling my mouth even sucking my tongue. Then came the trouble..... I started to feel his fangs graze on my body. Then in raspy voice he said,"Can I get another taste?..... this pale, inhuman body......(kiss on the chest)..... these develish red eyes (kiss on tge eye lids) .......these slender beautiful hands....(kiss on the wrists)..... voice ( kiss of Adam's apple)....."..... and he couldn't say anymore as his lips trailed kisses on my neck.

" Y/n you are gonna make me crazy with you "...... and again lips met each other desperately......... he suddenly broke the kiss just to devour me from inside..... his slick mouth, tongue worked on my shaft and sucked as if draining all my energy. I couldn't control my voice."Ahh......ahh..... y/n.....y/n....Ahh"..... everytime he sucked I couldn't help but call his name...... why .... why does it feels so good when I call your name..... y/n asked me the same question with his glazing eyes...... then I felt my limbs breaking apart..... and came out of breath. I wanted to yell his name at top of my lungs but couldn't when he started to lick my lips like tasting honey. Again thrusts started to tear me apart..... with each one I called his name......"Y/n "..... "Y/n......Hah!! Hah!! "Y/n"..... and then I felt him come apart for me ....... and he let himself lean on my frail body. While catching breath I felt his arms draping my body with all comforting warmth and caressing it slick with sweat and still out of strength........

(I know I haven't written that much good for being a novice ..... if you enjoyed it feel free to read the previous part. Sorry for any type of mistakes and let me hear your advices to get better. Thank You. Part 3 will come soon)

[mintalucious]

HI! i love your work so much! (kinda obsessed i can’t lie hehe)

could you do a fic where beau arlen is your boss who loves to tease you and you start to blur the lines between being friendly and something more?

love you girl!

✯Blurred Lines✯

Omg tysmmm for the love and support !! I hope this is something you were hoping for !!

warning : slight nsfw, thigh grinding, make out session, light mention of bl00d

wc: 1701

I have been Beau’s assistant for quite some time. He was the boss of me and I sometimes hated it since he’d always have me walking back and forth from his office to any crime scenes he can't join in on. That man was sure a tease too, always teasing me and telling me if I kept up the work maybe I’d take his place but I know him. He’d rather die in the most painful way possible than give up his spot as sheriff in Helena. 

The first thing I learned about Sheriff Beau Arlen was that he smiled before he teased me. The second thing I learned was that he never missed an opportunity. Working for the sheriff's office had been a dream for years. Working under Beau Arlen… Well. Nobody had warned me that my boss would look like that. Tall, broad shoulders, worn leather jackets half the time, the kind of voice that could make "morning" sound like a compliment. He carried himself with quiet confidence, but he never made the station feel tense. He joked. He listened. He remembered everyone's coffee order. And, for reasons I still hadn't figured out… He loved picking on me.

“Hey, Darlin, you mind taking a look at a homicide downtown?” He asked, handing me a few pages of information of the victim and possible suspects. I looked at them closely and he watched with a grin. “Alright, I'll get on it. And don’t call me ‘Darlin’” I grumbled as I folded the papers to stuff into my coat pocket. He snickered and sat at the end of his desk. “Yes ma’am.” He gave me a weak salute and I rolled my eyes. He could get very annoying sometimes. 

The crime scene was brutal, I checked for any fingerprints and all that “fun” stuff, some of the deputies shouting in the back to the others. The house smelt of blood and I scrunched my nose, The kitchen was the spot where everything happened. Blood spread into the cracks of the tiles and I noticed something, a fingerprint, bingo. I got the fingerprint and walked out of the house, the smell of blood now gone and I was finally relieved of that smell. Beau finally arrived and spotted me within seconds. Just looking at him made me dizzy,  “Did you find anything?” His steps heavy against the gravel. “Yep, the fingerprint of the possible suspect.” I showed him the evidence and he gave me a proud look. “Atta girl.” He grinned as he patted my shoulder, leaving his hand there for a few seconds too long before letting me go and telling me to head back to the office.

That afternoon, the station had emptied earlier than usual. I was buried in paperwork when Beau appeared beside my desk. "You’re still here?" Beau asked, knocking on the door frame before entering my office. "So are you." I mumbled, my face still deep in paperwork. "I asked first." He crossed his arms as he stood behind my chair, checking out the paperwork I was doing, noticing it was for the homicide from earlier today. "I'm almost done." I replied and then flipped the pages to a new color. I liked color coding my paperwork, which made things easier. "you’re color-coding reports?" he asked with a weird look. "It helps." I smirked. "It absolutely does not." He argued. "It does." That little disagreement put a small smile on my face. He leaned over my shoulder to look closer. I caught the scent of cedar and fresh coffee. Way too close.

"Huh," he murmured. "What?" I looked up with a hint of confusion, unsure if he noticed something or wanted to make fun of me for something. "You're actually organized." he acknowledged. "You sound surprised." I chuckled, setting my pen down. "I figured everything on this desk was held together by hope." He teased and I nudged his shoulder. "Oh, so we're shoving the sheriff now?" Here comes the whole playful act. "I barely touched you." I scoffed and crossed my arms. "You assaulted a law enforcement officer." that brought a laugh out of me. A real laugh. The kind that escaped before I could stop it. Beau looked at me for a second longer than normal. His smile softened. "There it is." "What?" I looked up at him trying to figure out what was happening. "Been trying to get you to laugh all day." I rolled my eyes at the comment "...Seriously? So you've been annoying me on purpose?" He looked genuinely offended. "I prefer 'strategically charming.'"

———

A few days passed and everyone had gone home except the two of us. Thunder rolled outside. I was looking over a report of a crime that had happened not too long ago when Beau wandered over, hands in his pockets. "Are you hungry?" he asked and I blinked. "...Is that your way of saying you're hungry?" Beau asked with smirk, sitting on the edge of my desk and grabbing a few pages off my desk to look at. "Maybe." I mumbled and the growl in my stomach gave me away. I wanted to punch my stomach for that but I could go for some food right about now. "You skipped lunch again." He gave me that look a mother would give you if you didn't eat. "I've been busy." I tried to explain. "You always say that." He sighed and I sighed dramatically and pushed myself away from my desk, letting my chair roll me backwards. "C'mon." He tilted his head. "Let's go get dinner." He looked almost surprised.

"you’re asking your boss out?" I felt the words hit me a split second too late. My cheeks immediately warmed. "I meant—" "I know what you meant." He smirked, waving a hand in the air. "You don't have to make it weird." I grumbled as I stood up, grabbing my coat. "I wasn't planning to." A beat. "But now that you've mentioned it..." "Oh my gosh." I rubbed the bridge of my nose. He laughed quietly. "I can't help myself." He teased me. "you absolutely can."

"I absolutely can't."

After dinner, Beau drove me home. He insisted that he’d walk me to my door, and didn't want anyone to kidnap his assistant. It was pouring outside and we were both soaked by the time we reached my front door. “Why don't you come inside, You're soaked and I don't want you getting sick.” I said, unlocking my door. “How sweet of you.” He said sarcastically and I nudged him again. We both dried off and I handed him a beer and I filled a glass up with wine. We took a seat on the couch, the warm fire casting a yellow orangish glow around the living room. I looked over at Beau, he was focused on the fire, watching it dance around. His features being lit up by the fire. He caught my gaze and raised a brow. “Whats on your mind?” He asked, shifting around to get comfortable. “Oh, nothing.” I said, swirling my wine in the glass. “Yeah, right.” He responded, taking a sip of the beer before setting it down.

 He looked over at me and gave me a look I couldn't quite describe, it was dark but also soft. “There’s definitely something on your mind, Darlin’” I don’t know if it was because of how hot it was in here but my face was red, He noticed and smirked. He patted the cushion closest to him and I hesitated before moving over and resting right next to him. “You can tell me anything, you know that right.” His hand drew small circles on my shoulder as he spoke. “I know.” I whispered, watching the fire dance. He shifted again and now his hand was under my chin, tilting my head back. He stared into my eyes for a moment, the silence was long but oddly comforting instead of awkward. He shifted closer, our lips inches apart. I closed the gap, our lips meeting and a soft groan left him. Our tongues danced around and I straddled his lap as we made out. This felt wrongly good. I was making out with my boss, I hope that this doesn't change anything between us though. My mind began to drift and he pulled away. “Don’t think too hard about this.” He reassured me, I didn't realize until now how stiff my body was. My body always gave me away when I overthought.

 He twisted our bodies and now my back was pressed against the couch cushions and his hands were on either side of my head. He dipped his head into the crook of my neck and began kissing my neck. Soft moans slipped from my lips, my fingers digging into the fabric of his jacket. “I’ve got you.” He whispered and kissed up my jaw to my cheeks. His lips met mine again and I felt his thigh press between my thighs. I whimpered and my hips began to move without my permission. I could feel his smirk against my lips. The friction was pleasing enough to make my body squirm under him. He continued kissing me, swallowing every soft moan that left me. This probably went on for at least 10 long minutes before I couldn’t hold it in much longer. “Go ahead.” He purred against my neck, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers down my spine and I came. I was panting like I just ran a marathon only I was just grinding against his thigh. He gave me one last kiss before pulling away. I sat up and looked over at him with a flushed look. He patted my thigh and stood up, extending his hand out for me to grab. He took me to the bathroom to clean myself and walked me to my bedroom. “Get some sleep, we’ve got a big day at the office tomorrow.” He winked as he walked to the door. He pressed his index finger against his lips. “This stays between us for a little while alright, Darlin.” He whispered with a smirk. I nodded with a soft smile. “Yes sir.” I whispered back and then he was gone. 

This friendship was now something else, friends with benefits maybe?

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[n1shinik]

🌌 DIAL TRAGEDY—L.HS

概括 — 𝘈 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦. 𝘈 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥. 𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘏𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦-𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝚠arnings : slight smut. mostly fluff between heeseung and reader as they take the time to grow their bond back after months of silence. includes pet names such as gorgeous, baby, princess that’s really it for now.

ⳇ 𝓟 airing ╸ boyfriend!heeseung x fem!reader

01 02 03

You answered it.

“Hello?”

Silence.

Not complete silence—just the kind filled with soft breathing on the other end.

You frowned, pulling one side of your headphones off.

“…Hello?”

A shaky exhale.

Then—

“Hi.”

Your breath caught.

You would’ve recognized that voice anywhere.

Months.

It had been months since you’d last heard it. Months since the breakup. Months since the last phone call that had ended with both of you crying and neither of you knowing what to say.

And yet, hearing him now felt terrifyingly familiar.

“Heeseung?”

A quiet laugh.

“Yeah.”

The room suddenly felt too small.

You stared at your computer screen, the video still playing in the background, forgotten.

Neither of you spoke.

Neither of you hung up.

“You changed your number?” he finally asked.

“No,” you said softly. “I’ve had the same number.”

“Oh.”

There was a pause.

“I guess I was just hoping it wouldn’t be.”

You frowned.

“Why?”

Another quiet laugh, this one more nervous.

“Because if it was still your number, then that meant you were the one picking up.”

Your grip on your phone tightened.

“And that’s bad?”

“No,” he said quickly.

Then, quieter—

“It’s just… I wasn’t sure you’d want to talk to me.”

The confession settled heavily between you.

You looked down at your contact list still open on your phone.

bambi🤍

A white heart you had never removed.

“You called me,” you pointed out.

“I know.”

“Then why do you sound surprised that I answered?”

He was silent for a moment.

“Because,” he said softly, “I was hoping you would.”

And somehow, that was worse.

[heated-razor-writings]

Jaune: *drops his pants and underwear*

Weiss:

[n1shinik]

🌌 DIAL TRAGEDY — L.HS

概括 — 𝘈 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦. 𝘈 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥. 𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘏𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦-𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝚠arnings : slight smut. mostly fluff between heeseung and reader as they take the time to grow their bond back after months of silence. includes pet names such as gorgeous, baby, princess that’s really it for now.

ⳇ 𝓟 airing ╸ boyfriend!heeseung! x fem!reader

01 02 03

The typing bubble disappeared.

Then came back.

Then disappeared again.

You frowned.

Seriously?

Some things never changed.

Heeseung always took forever to send messages because he’d rewrite them a hundred times before hitting send.

A minute passed.

Then another.

Finally—

bambi🤍

good

You blinked.

good?

That was it?

You rolled your eyes and tossed your phone onto the mattress.

A second later, it buzzed again.

that sounded weird

Another buzz.

i just meant good

And another.

not good that were broken up

Your lips twitched.

Another message appeared.

wow this is going great

A laugh escaped you before you could stop it.

You hated that he could still do that.

Hated that after everything, he could still make you smile.

You typed back.

you’re not making a very strong comeback here.

The reply came faster this time.

i didn’t know there was a comeback to make

Your heart skipped.

Just slightly.

Just enough to annoy you.

The room suddenly felt smaller.

Quieter.

The video on your computer had long ended, leaving only the soft hum of your fan.

You stared at his message.

There was a time when conversations with Heeseung felt effortless.

A time when he was the first person you texted in the morning and the last person you spoke to before sleeping.

Now every message felt like stepping onto thin ice.

Neither of you knew how much weight it could hold.

so why are you texting me? You finally asked.

The typing bubble appeared immediately.

Then stopped.

Appeared again.

Stopped.

For nearly a minute.

When his response arrived, it was only one sentence.

honestly? i saw something that reminded me of you

You swallowed.

The familiar ache in your chest returned.

Because that used to be his thing.

Random pictures.

Random songs.

Random thoughts.

Anything could remind him of you.

And apparently, after all this time, it still did.

Your phone lit up once more.

is that weird?

You stared at the message.

At the contact photo of him making a silly face on FaceTime.

At the name you never changed.

The white heart that was still there.

And for the first time tonight, you realized something terrifying.

You weren’t waiting for the conversation to end.

You were hoping it wouldn’t.

And that realization alone was enough to make you set your phone down.

For months, you’d been fine.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

You’d stopped checking his social media.

Stopped rereading old messages.

Stopped wondering what he was doing every time a song he liked came on.

You’d convinced yourself that the chapter was over.

So why did one text feel like turning back to a page you never finished reading?

Your phone buzzed.

hello?

A smile tugged at your lips despite yourself.

did you fall asleep?

Another buzz.

or are you thinking of a way to tell me i’m weird

You let out a quiet laugh.

Then typed.

maybe both

The response came immediately.

ouch

that’s cold

You rolled your eyes.

you’ll survive

The typing bubble appeared.

Disappeared.

Appeared again.

yeah

probably

For some reason, that answer made your chest ache.

Because once upon a time, there would’ve been no hesitation.

No awkwardness.

No careful choice of words.

Just him.

Just you.

Now every conversation felt like two people standing on opposite sides of a cracked bridge, unsure if it was safe to cross.

Neither of you mentioning the breakup.

Neither of you mentioning the months apart.

Neither of you mentioning the fact that this conversation probably shouldn’t feel this easy.

Yet it did.

And that was the problem.

Because with every text, it became harder to remember why you’d spent so long trying to move on.

well can i call you? i really miss your voice

Your heart skipped a beat.

And before you could react,

A FaceTime notification popped up.

Without thinking, or maybe because you weren’t functioning properly,

You answered it.

[therealmofamorus]

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Original Male Stud AU

When Nora tells Pyrrhus that he should paint his Invincibutt with rainbow colors because he caught Jaune staring at it... how does Pyrrhus react when he sees that Jaune is trying but failing to not stare at it?

“Nora, that is a ridiculous idea,” Pyrrhus said.

“It’s a great idea,” Nora replied. “Jaune keeps staring at your Invincibutt.”

Pyrrhus dismissed it—until he spotted Jaune across the training hall.

The blond knight was trying very hard not to look.

His eyes stayed forward.

For three seconds.

Then they drifted.

Forward again.

Then drifted back.

Pyrrhus watched the entire struggle with growing amusement.

When Jaune noticed he’d been caught, he nearly tripped over his own feet.

A smile tugged at Pyrrhus’ lips.

“Well,” he mused, “perhaps Nora has a point after all.”

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🌌 DIAL TRAGEDY — L.HS

概括 — 𝘈 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦. 𝘈 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥. 𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘏𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦-𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

𝚠arnings : slight smut. mostly fluff between heeseung and reader as they take the time to grow their bond back after months of silence. includes pet names such as gorgeous, baby, princess that’s really it for now.

ⳇ 𝓟 airing ╸ boyfriend!heeseung! x fem!reader

01 02 03

The glow of the computer screen was the only light in your bedroom.

You were lying in bed, blanket draped over you despite the warmth of the summer night. A random video played through your headphones—something mindless enough to feel the silence but not interesting enough to actually hold your attention.

Your cursor hovered over the recommended videos.

Click.

Another one.

Click.

Another.

You weren’t really watching anymore.

It was nearly midnight when your phone, discarded beside your pillow, suddenly lit up. You barely glanced at it. Probably a notification. Probably nothing important. The screen dimmed. Then lit up again. This time, curiosity won. You reached over and picked it up. One new message. Your heart stopped. For a second, you thought you were imagining it. Because there was no way. No way after all this time. No way after months of silence. No way after the breakup. You thought maybe this was some cruel trick being played on you, yet there it was.

bambi🤍

The white heart beside his nickname stared back at you like a secret you never meant to keep. Your stomach twisted. You should have changed it. You should’ve deleted the contact. You should’ve done a lot of things.

Instead, you found yourself staring at the preview of the message.

“hey.”

Just one word.

One stupid word.

And somehow it felt heavier than the goodbye he’d left you with.

Your fingers hovered over the screen. Should you text back? Call? But instead, you read the message again.

And again.

And again.

As if maybe it would disappear.

As if maybe your ex-boyfriend hadn’t just stepped back into your life at 11:48 PM on an otherwise ordinary Friday night.

You stared at the screen for so long that it eventually went dark.

Your reflection stared back at you.

Confused.

Nervous.

A little hopeful.

Which was exactly why you hated this.

One text shouldn’t have this much power over you.

Especially not from him.

With a sign, you unlocked your phone again.

The message was still there.

bambi🤍

11:48 PM

Hey.

Nothing more.

No explanation.

No “how have you been?”

No “i miss you.”

Just hey.

You laughed quietly to yourself.

Of course he would come back into your life with the most Lee Heeseung text imaginable.

Your thumb hovered over the keyboard.

You typed.

“what do you want?”

Deleted.

“why are you texting me?”

Deleted.

“Hi.”

Deleted.

You tossed your phone onto the bed and buried your face in your hands.

This was ridiculous.

You were ridiculous.

It had been months.

Months since the breakup.

Months since you promised yourself you were moving on.

And yet one message had you acting like a teenager with her first crush. And that’s because no matter how hard you tried to believe that you moved on and that his absence doesn’t affect you, it does. Because your heart knows what it wants, and that’s him.

Then,

Your phone buzzed again.

You froze.

Slowly, you picked it up.

A second message.

Your heartbeat quickened.

“if this is still your number lol.”

You stared at it.

Then, despite yourself, you smiled.

The tiny “lol” at the end felt familiar.

Comforting.

Dangerous.

The kind of familiar that made people forget why things ended in the first place.

Before you could overthink it, your fingers moved on their own.

“it is.”

You hit send.

The message delivered instantly.

And just like that, after months of silence, the distance between you and Heeseung became two little words on a screen.

it is.

The typing bubble appeared almost immediately.

And for the first time in a very long time, you found yourself waiting for him again.

[mysticalmagicalfairy34]

tutoring

garrett graham x di laurentis!reader

summary: you are assigned to help tutor your crush garrett graham, who just so happens to be your brother's best friend.

warnings: cursing, slight smut(jerking off, boob holding, making out), idk what else.

w/c: 1.4k words

One rule that had been in effect since you and your brother Logan got into briar university was to never ever date one of his friends. Garrett, dean, or tucker. There was to be no interference between any of them. Well the thing was, you did not listen too well to that. You did keep your distance from any physical contact but you did still keep your crush on Garrett very private. No one knew about that crush you had except your best friend Grace, who just so happens to be dating your brother Logan. Ironic right? Logan tells you not to date any of his best friends, but he goes on to date yours. His explanation was simple. “Well, the thing is, my friends have a lot of sex and are hockey players. Your friends are neither of those, so it is fair on both ends.” You just shrugged off the explanation he had given you.

At this very moment, you are sitting inside of your English literature class that you just so happen to share with Garrett. You had an amazing view of the back of his head from where he was sitting right now, talking to Beau. You bite your lip as you look him up and down. Was he growing a beard? A slight shadow was cast onto his jawline, and it looked like he was. “Ms Lily, do you care to explain why you are not paying attention to my lecture?” Your teacher points out with a stern voice. You immediately move back into focus mode and face the front. A lot of heads turn to look right at you, some even snickering in your direction. As if it could not get any worse, Garrett turns back to look at you as well. Might as well have your face plastered on the board!

Twenty minutes later, as the class ends, your teacher calls you up. “Lily, would you come here for a second?” Your eyes widen, so many possibilities running through your head of what you could have possibly done. “Yeah, of course.” The bag was left in the seat as you neared the desk. Your eyebrows furrowed whenever Garrett stood there. “As you can see, I have pulled you both after class to discuss something. Mr Graham, unfortunately, you have failed your latest English paper, so you may not be able to participate in any hockey games until further notice. As for you, Lily, you have aced the paper once again. With that being said, you will tutor Garrett until he gets above a B so that he is able to play a hockey game. The next paper is due in three weeks. Don’t waste time.” The teacher struts right on past, leaving you alone with confusion written on Garrett’s face.

“Well, well, well, looks like we get to hang out alone.” His smug smile appears on his face, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “Not complaining though.” The red deepens on your face. Outside, the campus was bursting with energy from the upcoming Briar U versus St. Anthony’s game that was coming up in a few weeks. “Come on, Y/N, I just want a good enough grade to be able to play this game. I need it.” Garrett begs as he walks beside you. “When did I even say no?” You question, raising an eyebrow at him. 

He just shrugs. “Just assumed. Come by the house at 6. We can start then.” With a final glance at you, he starts to walk the opposite way. 

—-

Later that night, you park your car along the side of the road near the front of the house. As you walk up, you adjust the strap of your bag, taking a deep breath. You spot your brother Dean sitting on the couch as you enter the house. “Hey Dean, where’s Garrett?” Dean looks up with a smile. “Oh, well, he’s upstairs in his room. Third door on the right.” He points to the stairs. “Wait- why are you asking for Garrett?” His eyebrows furrow as he looks at the flush on your cheeks from the sudden question. “I’m just tutoring him, Dean! It’s for our English literature class.” You say, making your way up the stairs. 

As you near his door, breathy moans are heard from the inside of the door. Yeah, so maybe you did get a little jealous from the sounds coming from his mouth. No voice of another woman was heard, though. With a slight hesitation, you open the door and see that Garrett has his back turned to the door. He was at his desk chair, his hand in an up and down motion. Garrett was shirtless, and you could faintly make out his tattoo in the sunlight. It was glistening with sweat. “Y/N.” He breathlessly whispers your name. Oh my gosh, was he jacking off to you?! At first, you thought that you would be disgusted, but you were intrigued instead. There were many people with your name. You peek over his shoulder slightly to see that he has your Instagram page open and is looking at a picture you had taken with him. It was a picture from a gala you had gone to for Briar. You clear your throat. 

“Garrett.” His movement falters, and he goes to immediately grab a pillow to cover himself. “What the hell, what are you doing here?” Garrett exclaims as he turns around to look at you. 

“It’s six o'clock, Garrett! We are supposed to be having a study session right now.” He closes his eyes for half a second as he remembers. “Fuck, I am so sorry you had to see that. Could you possibly like, exit for like ten minutes so I can… situate myself?” You just nod and exit the room, heading back down the stairs and just staring at the floor. You weren’t traumatized by the sight of his length, but you were surprised. From the sight it was long and bent at an angle. 

“Y/N.” You break out of your dazed expression, looking back up at Garrett. He was decent now in a t-shirt and sweatpants rather than the other sight. “I’m ready to study,” Garrett says, gesturing to the dining room table.

“Right, of course.” You grab your bag and pull out your notebook. “Okay, so basically our paper this time will be about whether Jo March was right to blow off Laurie’s marriage in Little Women.” 

Later, throughout the night, you and Garrett are able to get through a good amount of the paper topic. You analyze his paper to see the areas that he could improve on, which there were a lot. “Okay, that's it, I need a snack break,” Garrett exclaims as he stands up from his chair at the dining room table. He turns back to you. “Mind helping me make some food?” His attitude was acting like he did not have you walk in on him, slightly naked, while he was jacking off to your picture. As you and Garrett take this break to make some chocolate chip cookies, he holds out the spatula to let you taste the cookie dough. You smile and take a bite while maintaining eye contact with him. Garrett’s eyes shift to your lips as you lick them. 

You quickly turn away with a blush, focusing on placing the dough on the baking sheet. “Oh fuck this.” He grabs your arm, spinning you around, his lips connecting with yours. The piece of cookie dough that was in your hand falls to the ground. Slowly, his hands descend lower to your lower back to deepen the kiss. Garrett's tongue traces your lower lip before pushing inside. He hums softly as his mouth kisses down over your cheek and neck. 

“Wanted to do this for so long.” He mutters before attaching his lips back, his right hand sliding under your shirt before cupping your boob, causing you to sigh into his mouth. “Wait, Garrett, what about Dean?” You whisper against his lips. He shrugs. “So?”

Your eyes narrow. “Garrett, that's my brother, and your best friend, so it's like class level rule breaking and you know how much-” he rolls his eyes and kisses you desperately. “Just shut up and let me kiss you.” Garrett bends down, wrapping his hands around your thighs and lifting you. 

Let’s just say over the next three weeks, your sex life improved, and so did his grade.