#Lars x reader

[gimme-noodles-please]

For All Time/Lovebrush Chronicles NSFW headcannons

characters x afab! reader

—— characters; Aiyin/Ayn, Luchen/Alkaid, Luoxia/Lars, Silan/Clarence, Yexuan/Cael

tbh i have no idea how to write nsfw but lets gooooo

minors dni, keep your innocent eyes away

Aiyin/Ayn

he does not particularly have a high sex drive but he DEFINITELY has a lot of stamina

you know what they say about pianists? it is a fact that he is extremely good with his fingers; one of his favourite parts of his body because of how easily you fall apart from just one flick against your sweet spot. within seconds you are already whining on his fingers, begging him to fuck you

“oh? did you just cum on my fingers alone? hmm, perhaps let’s test out to see how many more orgasms you can give just from that alone~”

often times it would start off with an innocent kiss, which escalates to a passionate makeout and before you know it, you’re already tossed onto the bed with him hovering over you

Ayn is the type to praise and degrade you, but his degrading is never too harsh because he sees you as his treasure and would never want to do anything to harm you

which brings me to my next point of how he would never hit you during intercourse unless you ask him when he is in an experimental mood. he might agree to try it out but he would never take it too far

unless you are being a brat, he would not restrain himself from punishing you, either by edging or overstimulation because Ayn definitely is into both of them

Ayn is known to be protective most of the time and would easily get jealous. whenever you accompany him to lavish parties he has to go for the sake of his career, he would bring you along as his partner. but once he notices anyone settling their eyes on you for far too long, he is going to pull you into an empty room and- (im sure you guys know where it’s going)

“keep quiet, my dearest, you wouldn’t want others to hear how you are moaning like a whore on my cock, would you? you’re doing so well taking all of me, darling~”

despite telling you to keep quiet, he would purposely angle his hips to hit against your g-spot continuously, causing you to struggle with keeping your volume down. truth to be told, he does that just so whatever unfortunate soul lingering nearby would know you belong to him <3

most of the time it is the passionate lovemaking, he would go hard and fast, enjoying how you would whine and squirm under him in pleasure while he press heated kisses on your neck, cooing on what a good girl you are as he pounds you into the mattress

if you can’t tell, he has a bit of a thing for exhibitionism, whatever it’s called. but don’t worry, you two would never get caught because he would tell his bodyguards to make sure no one disturbs the both of you

^^ he likes quickies and is often teasing you to make you aroused. there was once where you visited him backstage to encourage him for his performance. “i don’t need any sort of encouragement.” he would say, and smirk at you. “unless you are offering that sort of encouragement?~”

- DOM DOM DOM. he’d bottom for you if you want to, but the moment you falter he’s taking over

- the first time you cry from how good it feels, he panics until you tell him it’s because you were feeling good, he would then aim to make you cry everytime you both are at it

Luchen/Alkaid

soft dom!!!

Alkaid is quite vanilla but if you want to experiment with something new, he wouldn’t be opposed to it as long as it is not too extreme

He is an attentive lover and will take note of what you like and where all your sensitive spots are

He is soft and gentle with you however if you wish to, he would love to do it rough. you just have to ask nicely <3

He can be a bit teasing in bed at times and would prefer edging than overstimulation. However the moment you pout and whine at him, he is already ready to stop and indulge in all of your desires

“You’re feeling good? Where? Here?” He would ask with an innocent tone as he would purposely avoid thrusting into your sweet spot, causing you to whine and pout at him as he chuckles, leaning forward to wrap you in his arms as he bottoms out inside of you. “You’re so adorable, I can never resist you.”

He would not want to cause you pain however he might try out with bondage and perhaps simple toys like the vibrator to use on you to make it more exciting

He loves to praise you! He would never degrade you in bed, even if he did, the way his honey-like voice whispers into your ear would make you believe he isn’t actually degrading you

Definitely loves to dirty talk to you in bed, murmuring against your neck about how good you feel and what a good girl you are for him while you lie under him moaning at every deep thrust he delivers, expertly aiming for your sweet spot

“Are you going to cum, darling? Come on, let go for me, my angel. Such a good girl for me~”

Unfortunately because you both have cats, it could be a little hard to find some alone time in bed but don’t worry! Alkaid makes it up to you by spoiling you with as many hugs and kisses as you’d like!

Surprisingly (or not so surprisingly) he is quite good with his tongue, there was once where he made you climaxed with his tongue alone for 3 times in a row without stopping, ignoring your cries in overstimulation. Alkaid would look at you sympathetically and gently rub your thighs as an apology. “I’m sorry dear, but you taste so good. Just cum one more time for me, okay?” He would say softly with a slight smile to comfort you before eating you out as if you were his last meal

Luoxia/Lars

Lars has the highest drive amongst all of the boys

He and Ayn have a lot of stamina, the most out of the others

If you are dating him, get ready to have a lot of quickies. Man is a CEO and is often times busy and so do not have time to give you the passionate lovemaking he wishes to give

You both would be doing it mostly at home or in his office

There were many times where, as a good girlfriend you are, brought him bento lunch to his office in case he forgot to eat. He’s happy to see you <3 and would ask you to feed him. It would somehow escalate to you sucking him under his desk while he works or even to fucking you over the desk, telling you to keep quiet

Which brings me to my next point that he gets turned on by the thought of getting caught. Of course he would never allow that to happen, after all your cute lovedrunk expression is reserved for his eyes and only his

“Princess, you don’t want to get caught, do you? Then i would suggest that you keep your volume down as i fuck you, alright?”

Lars definitely has a thing for breeding. He values familial bonds a lot and it wont be surprising when he talks about how much he wants to start a family with you. Often he would ask if he could cum inside of you, which you would agree to most of the times especially during quickies so you both won’t make a mess. Unfortunately the sight of seeing your combined fluids leaking out of your used hole is enough to get him hard again and end up going for 2 or more rounds

Another tease in bed. As much as he likes to see how needy you are for him, as a gentleman, he is more than happy to fulfil all of your desires. He would often tease you by changing his pace, at one time he would go fast and rough and purposely slow down once you’re at your climax, or when you tell him to slow down, he would purposely fasten his pace

He praises you a lot. Often calls you nicknames like princess, darling

Dom! It is a bit of a challenge to make him be submissive for you but he would allow you to be the one on top if you’d like to. When he notices your pace faltering as you ride him, he would smirk at you as his fingers caresses your hips. “Oh? Is my baby tired already? That’s a pity, I was just about to fill you up with my seed. You want that, don’t you?” His words would either make you eagerly start bouncing on him again or whine as you roll your hips against his, depending on how much energy you have left. He would then hold your hips in place so you won’t squirm as he thrusts upwards in an unrelenting pace, making you gasp in pleasure

Given that he is more mature, he definitely has experience in bed, however he is not the playboy you might think he is. He wants to treat you right and make sure you feel loved.

Have you seen how tall he is? 189cm. He definitely has a size kink. He loves how he towers over you or how in bed his body could easily envelope your smaller stature in a mating press as he is pounding you into the bed while you could only helplessly moan and whine under him

“My good girl can take all of me, right? That’s it. You feel so tight around me~”

Silan/Clarence

Clarence is super duper romantic and he would do anything just to make you feel good <3

Vanilla 100%

If you want to try something kinkier, he would agree but nothing that will cause you pain.

Most often times he will go deep and slow, causing you softly whine his name in pleasure as he murmurs praises into your ear

To be honest, the only experience he has is from books. He is more of the innocent type and was unsure of what to do during his first time with you. Sure, he has read some erotic writings before but he has never been with anyone this intimate before

He will always ask for your consent before proceeding. He just wants to make sure you’re comfortable!

“Ngh~ I-Is this position okay? It’s not too uncomfortable, is it? Good? Alright, I just wanted to make sure, darling”

He secretly likes doing it in front of mirrors or in a position where he can see your face (missionary is a go-to) so that he could watch your every expression to make sure he is doing well. Partly also because he likes to see how good you feel, it riles him up more and would thrust into you harshly all of a sudden which makes you gasp.

Switch vibessss. As mentioned before, he is willing to try anything with you. He does not really care about who is the more dominant one. Even if that means he is bottoming to you, he is chill with it. However everytime you insist on paying attention to him, pulling orgasms again and again from him while having just one or two yourself, he will insist on returning the favour

“P-please, wanna make you feel good too, my love. Wanna make you feel at least a hundred times better~”

He is not particularly very needy, most of the time it would be initiated by you or during a significant event, like your birthday

He spoils you a lot in bed if you can’t tell. He gives in to every single plea and does his best to make you feel good

Yexuan/Cael

Even though Cael has been alive for a super long time, he actually has no idea how to go about this, after all these feelings for you are pretty foreign to him and he is still learning about how to love you better. Often times you might catch him reading some romance novels just so he can learn how to treat you like a lover

In conclusion, you are his first

He is has the least sex drive, being alive for so long and not having a partner with him already says a lot. He can survive without it, but after meeting you, he craves for physical affection a little more.

He. Definitely. Holds. Hands. During. Sex.

He is innocent when it comes to the bedroom, his actions might come across as awkward as he had researched about it in advance but this whole situation is unfamiliar to him. However he is very attentive, memorising every sensitive spot of yours

Switch! He does not mind topping or bottoming. However I feel he is more of a service top. Like Clarence, he just wants to make you feel good <3

He would constantly ask if what he was doing is okay and also asks for consent, he just wants you to be comfortable and does not want to hurt you at all. Though sometimes his timing when asking them seem to be on purpose…

As he is thrusting into you at a fast pace (at your request), his tip hitting your sweet spot at that one angle every single time, he leans in to your ear, his hands finding yours to intertwined your fingers together. “Haah~ d-does this feel good? Do you- want to go faster?” Breathing into your ear while you moan loudly in response, making him chuckle, “I take it as a yes”

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im sorry that clarence and cael is kinda short 😭 idk how to write for them

[arronapologist]

How Pretty U Are

MDNI 18+

Sato x Reader

Warnings: (female anatomy) pt1??, kissing, fingering, light binding, oral (reader receiving), pnv sex, unprotected (don't play with fire), dirty talk

Your fixation on Sato's hands was already a problem, his nails always freshly manicured and the stacks of rings on each finger. It was mesmerizing. His hands just looked like they were teasing you. It was ridiculous. You became more aware of how he held things and how many things he had in a single hand. 

He didn’t notice your infatuation, but he did realize you wanted to hold his hand more and even fidget with the rings on his finger. He just thought it was a comfort thing; sometimes you’d get anxious and look to him for support, but there was nothing wrong with that. Once again, he thought nothing of it when you’d watch him cook; he genuinely assumed you didn’t know how to hold a knife. It wasn’t until he returned from a training session that he realized what it was. 

Sato walked through the door with his hair stuck to his forehead, it was a particularly hot day, so he wore a black tee and shorts. He was tantalizing. Walking through the door with a huff, he startled you up right from your horizontal position on the couch. “Oh, hi, y/n! I didn’t know you were coming over today.” He walked over to you, running his fingers through his sweaty hair before placing his hand on your foot that dangled over the arm of the couch. Your hand trailed up from his fingers to his hand and arms that were a little veinier than usual. It must’ve been arm day. 

“Uh, yeah,” you started to answer, trying to get your thoughts back on track, “Kala invited me over to hang out for a bit. But she ran to go pick up food first.” Your voice was a little shaky, but you don’t think he noticed. 

Sato walked over to the kitchen to prep his smoothie. After he let go and walked away, you threw yourself back onto the couch with a deep sigh. It felt like he was torturing you, the way he rubbed his hand up your foot onto your leg. You threw your arms over your eyes, letting your thoughts take over when Sato called out to you again, “Is anyone home then?”

 That you were unsure of after Kala left, you hung out on the couch watching TV and scrolling. “I actually, am not sure.” That was good enough for Sato; the house was quiet, so he had every reason to believe it was just the two of you.

The blender started, so you didn’t hear Sato leave the kitchen and approach you. It wasn’t until you were being dragged by your ankles to the arm of the couch that your feet once dangled off of. Your arms flew up, throwing your phone onto the floor behind you.

“AHH, Fuck Larso. Jesus Christ.” You huffed, genuinely startled. 

“You’ve been staring at my hands a lot. Then today, you couldn’t look me in my eyes.” He spoke softly, leaning over the arm of the couch between your legs. “What is it, baby? What about me has you so worked up?”

 You were so caught off guard that you didn’t know what to say; your mouth just fell open ready to speak, but nothing came out. Sato was expecting an answer; he took his middle and index fingers, and placed them on your tongue, sliding them around and coating them in your saliva before shoving them into the back of your throat leaving you shocked and speechless. He smiled down at you, “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” 

Sato slowly pulled his fingers out of your mouth while he looked you in your eyes. He placed both his hands on the sides of your face and leaned over the arm of the couch until he was parallel with you. This was very unfamiliar territory for you two; there was no doubt that there was sexual tension between the two of you, but neither of you acted on anything. 

After the shock factor leaves your body, you gain some confidence again. “It's like you’ve been teasing me all week, Lars.” You looked up at him with doe eyes blinking slowly with a slight pout. You didn’t know it yet, but that look went straight to his head. You were beginning to drive him crazy. 

You took hold of the thin chain he was wearing, slowly guiding him closer to you. At that moment, it was just the two of you. Your faces are inches away, inhaling each other's exhale. The tension was so thick as you stared at each other's lips, neither of you willing to make the first move. You were so entranced with each other that you barely heard the key jingling. But you did hear the handle turn and the sound of Arron and Kala laughing. 

Jumping apart both startled, your hand got caught in Satos’ chain, pulling it from his neck. Both of your hearts are racing, you quickly scramble to gather yourselves, sitting straight up. Sato walked back into the kitchen, where his smoothie waited for him.

Neither of you noticed that his chain wasn’t around his neck but lying on the floor next to your feet. Kala and Arron come into the house laughing when you go to pick up your phone, noticing 3 missed calls from Kala and a text asking if you wanted anything from the store they were at. 

“Y/n, I called and texted, but you didn’t answer, so I just got you some sour candy.” Kala smiled at you throwing them to you. “What’ve you been doing?” 

Unsure how to answer, you looked around “I just scrolled on my phone but then started watching TV.”

That's when Lars came out of the kitchen looking a bit flustered. It wasn’t obvious what you two had been doing, but his face was definitely giving something way. 

“Larso where’d your chain go?” Arron teased, walking toward where you sat. He played it off cool, rubbing his neck, genuinely unsure where it could have gone. 

Kala hopped over the couch to sit beside you, “Looks like the two couldn’t wait to get alone. ” Kala smirked while leaning over to grab Satos’ chain from the floor, looking between the two of you.

 “Uhh, I have to go. I love you; see you later!” The words basically fall out of your mouth as you hustle out of the house and into your car. You heard them all calling to you, but you simply threw a hand up and screamed, “BYE!” Shutting the door with a hard slam behind you. You were embarrassed. 

The drive back to your house was awkward, granted it was just you, but your embarrassment was eating you alive. When you finally got home, you couldn’t bear to look at your phone, so you showered and got into bed. 

It's been a few hours, and you still haven’t looked at your phone, just too embarrassed to face them. They wouldn’t make fun of you…too bad. You were on your way to sleep when you heard knocking at your door. “Who is it.” You yelled out, hoping it was a missionary so you could ignore them.

 “It's me; open up.” You knew it was Sato, but you didn’t think you could ever be alone with him again, so you decided to treat him as if he was a missionary. “I'M NOT INTERESTED THANK YOU, THOUGH!” You yelled out to him; now you hope he doesn’t try to open your doo-

“I should’ve known you didn’t lock your door. You know you shouldn’t be doing that, how many times do I have to tell you? A missionary could walk in.” Sato spoke to you, walked into your bedroom, and crawled into bed with you. 

“You okay after today, y/n? I could tell how embarrassed you got. Come here.” Sato pulled you into his arms. He got comfortable pulling you by the waist into him. He laid his head close to yours.

 “You remember what happened last time I asked you a question, and you didn’t answer.” You slowly turned around, placing your head into his chest. “Obviously, I was embarrassed. How could you not be.” 

Sato was, but not embarrassed to have been inches away from kissing you. He was ashamed he didn’t do it sooner. 

Back at their house, while you ran away, the two curious and confused nosey asses tried to interrogate information out of him. Of course, he didn’t give in, just leaving them where they sat to come to you. 

“I was,” Sato placed his hand into your hair, slowly rubbing your scalp. “Embarrassed that this whole time you wanted me, and I was too stupid to notice. Embarrassed that I didn’t kiss you sooner.” The words left his mouth so smoothly, almost like they were rehearsed. 

Sato gripped the back of your head, pulling your head up to look him in the eyes. “Wha-” Before you could even get any more words out, Sato had his lips on yours.

 The kiss felt like it was a lifetime overdue. Both eager, it started a bit awkward, but in no time, you found your rhythm. The kiss made your heart race. You’ve never been kissed like this; Sato kisses you like he has something to prove, and you hope he’s never stopped kissing you like this. But he pulls away shortly after needing to catch his breath. Now breathing heavily, you were no longer embarrassed by the situation but now wishing it would have happened earlier. 

You took your hands off of his chest, grabbing his face to kiss him again. He giggles into your kiss before taking your bottom lip in between his teeth, causing you to let out a low, breathy moan. It felt like he was teasing you again. His hand around your waist lowered from the small of your back to the curve of your ass, pulling your leg up and over his.

 He ran his hand up your bare thigh over your ass that was covered with shorts. He felt over the shorts; he stopped making out with you and laughed to himself, “Are these the shorts that say Larso on the ass?” Your cheeks started to heat up; it was embarrassing but quite hilarious. 

A few weeks earlier, you had been playing some games with the group, and there were a bunch of mystery prizes; you just so happened to win the booty shorts that said Larso on the ass in purple glitter. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s cute.” Followed by a smack on the ass. 

He started to kiss you again, this time a little more playful. He flipped you onto your back and began to kiss your neck. This new intimacy was heightening your emotions; his touch made you sensitive and needy. The neck kiss turned you on, and you were silently begging to be touched. 

“Lars, please. I want you to touch me.” In response, he kissed your neck up to your ear. 

“Baby be patient with me, okay? I want to take my time with you. I want to cherish this moment before I wreck you.” 

Things were getting hot with him. If there is anything he is good at, it would be teasing and foreplay. He has barely touched you, and you're already wet for him. Sato lifts himself from your neck, hovering over you; he raises a hand and rests it on your cheek, fingers behind your head, and thumb rubbing over your cheek. He was admiring you. 

You lift your legs to rest them around his waist. You wanted more. You needed more, and it was like he was torturing you. You reach out to him, fiddling with his shirt. You wanted it off, and he took the hint. Pulling his shirt over his head with one hand from the back of his collar, you watched as he slowly pulled his shirt off.

He discarded it onto the floor next to your bed while you laid back and admired him. You knew he worked hard in the gym, he was a sight for sore eyes. The silence you two shared while admiring each other was comfortable and familiar; it almost felt innocent. 

Your eyes glossed over as you looked at Sato, “do you know how pretty you are?” You whispered to him, rubbing his torso. “Like seriously.” He doesn’t know how to take compliments, so he smiles down at you blushing.

 “All right, baby, I'm not going to be the only one getting topless.” You giggle before lifting yourself to allow him to remove your shirt. He pulled the shirt over your head, throwing it on the floor. Almost immediately, a switch in him flipped. He seemed darker and more driven by lust.  You didn’t have a bra on, and it kind of took him by surprise. 

“Can I touch you?” He asked you for consent, but it was sultry. He sounded needier than you had been before. 

“Please.” You sounded just as needy, but he didn’t make you wait any longer. He began to kiss down your sternum slowly while playing with your nipples. The stimulation was light, but his touch was what you wanted most. When he reached your belly button, his hands made their way down your torso to the tops of your thighs. 

Sitting up on his knees, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, “are you ready?” The way he asked for your consent was so sweet, but you were tired of playing around. 

“Larso, please. Just take them off. No more playing around, please.” He loved hearing you whine and beg for him. Call it sadistic, but he loved it. Lifting your legs straight up, he removed your shorts and underwear in one go. Placing his hands in the crevice of your knees, he slowly opens your legs to him. 

He looked at you with hunger in his eyes, and it made you shy. With a devilish smile, he hit you with your own line, “Do you know how pretty you are?” He said that while getting up, kneeling at the foot of your bed. 

Before you could say anything witty back, he reached up, grabbing the tops of your thigh and dragging you down to meet his mouth. His warm breath flowed over your clit, and it drove you up the wall.

  “LARS, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.” He looked up at you through his eyelashes. 

“Didn’t I tell you to be patient with me?” It came out mean as he rubbed your clit. “Yes or no?” He lifted his hand again, threatening to stop. 

“Yes, I'm sorry, yes.” You whined again, hips begging to rock back and forth. He leans down, taking your clit into his mouth. He threw your legs over his shoulders as he began to sloppily suck at your clit. 

With his head between your legs, he wasn’t letting up. Your moans grew heavier and louder. He was making you feel phenomenal. Dropping one of your legs, he runs his middle and index fingers between your lips, covering them in your wetness before siding them into you. You let out a small gasp as he begins to finger fuck you. 

He starts slowly, exploring the sounds you make for him when he touches certain spots. When he finally finds that spot that takes your breath away and curls your toes, he’s dead set on it. He takes his mouth off of your clit and leans forward to hover over you. He wanted a better view of how you reacted to his fingers. 

He watched as your mouth dropped open and your eyebrows furrowed. You were silent as you tried to process all the pleasure. Sato, however, loved it when you moaned for him. 

He placed a foot on the ground next to the bed to stabilize himself before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling your head to meet his. Gently touching foreheads, you looked up at him, causing your eyes to cross. 

“Come on, pretty girl. I know. But you have to breathe for me, okay? I know it feels good. Let me hear you.” Sato’s dirty talk sent you so far up into the clouds that you would do anything he asked. 

“FUCK! OH MY GOD.” You threw your head back as he continually abused that spot faster and harder. The knot in your stomach begins to build up, but he doesn’t bring you to finish. He brings you right up to the edge before pulling his fingers out and sucking on them. 

He lets your neck go, and you fall back onto the bed, whining out, disagreeing with his actions. 

“Behave.” It was short and stern as he stood up slowly, taking his belt off. You sat up on your elbows, watching him strip. 

“Pretty. Do you think you’re ready for me?” By the end of his sentence, he has his belt off and in his hands. 

“Yes.” You shook his head at you. “And do you trust me?” He asks, getting back onto the bed and crawling between your legs. You answered yes again, 

“Enough to give me complete control?” It was a big ask from him, but you did. You’d trust him with life. “Don’t give me that fucked out look, baby. I need an answer.”  

You hadn’t realized you had just been staring at him with pleading eyes. “Yes.”

 He smiled down at you before leaning, taking your hands, binding them together with his belt, and strapping you to your headboard. Sato immediately went back to eating you out and fingering you viciously.  You became a moaning mess underneath him again. Feeling your orgasm creep back up on you.  Your breath begins to pick up, and he pulls you to the edge again. But much like the last time, before you could reach your orgasm, he pulled away from you again. 

Crying out from the edging, Sato stood over you with this sadistic smile on his face as he slowly undid and took his pants off. 

“Lars, please let me cum. I can’t take it anymore.” You sounded so weak, and he loved that you needed him to be able to cum. But he was done making you wait. He needed to be in you.

Sato stood at the end of the bed admiring you as he slowly stroked himself. He thought you looked like an angel laid out for him. Your eyes slowly scan down his body. You take note of how his muscles flexed with every movement. Caught in the daze of emotions Sato's mind was finally clear. No other thoughts except the anticipation of feeling the way you’ll stretch around him. 

“You going to be good and take it all?” Sato climbed onto you caressing your legs before lifting them onto his shoulders. “You asked for me, so you’re going to take all of me.” He commands as he slides into you. 

The stretch was everything he’d imagined it to be. You were so warm, wet, and tight that he didn’t think he could control himself. He set the pace slow at first allowing you to adjust. When your face relaxes, he presses your knees to your chest giving him a view of the bulge he creates when he bottoms out in you.

Before picking up the pace he frees you from the makeshift bindings. Sato wants to feel your hands on him while he tears you apart. Picking up his pace he gets lost in the pretty little sounds you make when he hits that spot. “Let me hear you angel, it's right there right?” 

Sato was laying it on you long and thick, he wasn’t letting up. Sato's heavy thrusts mixed with praise were addicting. You clawed down his back and moaned sweet gibberish in his ear while you held on to him for dear life. He used the mattress to set a tantalizing pace. Letting a leg go he reaches down and begins to play with your clit. You began to squeeze around him, making it hard for him to keep the pace. Pulling him in and closer his thrust grew deeper and harder. “Fuck angel, you trying to make me fall in love with you?” 

A/N

Hello unique here! requests are open! I'll be writing for Doro for now being it's the only series I've seen recently. As I finish others then I can add to the list.

[chalkscene]

lovebrush chronicles ⇢ “I CAN HOLD THE WORLD IN MY HANDS”

how they react to you saying you can hold the world in your hands then gently cupping their face

ft. ayn alwyn, alkaid mcgrath, lars rorschach & clarence clayden

note: reader’s cat’s name in alkaid’s drabble is set to beans which i named my mc’s cat because i forgot what the default name was djsjdjsja

just as you expected, you find AYN in the music room, practicing his piece for an upcoming school program. careful not to make any noise, you tread lightly to where he’s sat, slowly sliding into the already little space next to him on the piano bench. without pausing his hands above the keys, ayn scoots over to give you more room. soon he’s playing the last key of the composition and the moment the sound fades into silence, he lets out a frustrated sigh and runs his fingers through his hair. unable to find the right words that would seem helpful, you simply lift a hand to brush his locks, straightening a few flyaways and fixing his bangs before you cradle his face in your palms in comfort. for a moment, you wordlessly stare at ayn, taking in his stunning visage, and he doesn’t miss the abrupt quiet. “what is it?” he asks to which you answer playfully, “nothing. just holding the world in my hands.” the smallest of smiles adorns ayn’s features in an instant but not without a subtle eye roll. still, his crimson eyes turn into rubies as a gleam of affection flickers in his gaze. “you’re distracting me,” he replies in jest. you let go of him as you jokingly put your hands up in mock surrender, “please don’t call your bodyguards on me.” that coaxes a chuckle out of ayn, “tempting.” soon, you feel his arm snake around your waist as he pulls you closer and when you don’t inch away from him, he resumes his practice.

you and ALKAID are sat side by side on the couch as you watch beans and sparkles roughhousing in the middle of your living room. you don’t notice how much time has passed but it feels like the silence has gone for too long when you speak. “you’re an astronomy major,” you tell alkaid. “yes,” he confirms earnestly as if the information wasn’t already glaringly obvious. “can you hold the world in your hands?” you ask him quizzically. alkaid is clearly caught off guard by your odd question so without waiting for a response you know you’re not getting, you raise your hands and gently cup his cheeks, “i can.” alkaid gives you no response and you begin to think he’s put off by the cheesy gesture until a smile stretches across his face and he finally speaks. “so you’re saying i’m about…” he pauses briefly as he tries to recall a fact, “12,756 kilometers big.” there’s a hint of amusement in alkaid’s expression as he relays the information to you but you only knit your eyebrows in confusion so he continues with a sheepish grin, “that’s the size of the earth.” “of course.” you can’t help but roll your eyes at his sense of humor but you also find it incredibly endearing that you don’t bother to stifle the giggle that bubbles past your lips. alkaid laughs at your reaction, “what?” “only an astronomy major would say that.”

LARS invited you to spend the day with him at work—“i’m feeling lonely,” he said over the phone, the pout on his voice very audible on your end of the line that you couldn’t bring yourself to deny him. so here you both are, tangled up in each other’s embrace since the moment lars joined you on the couch in his office sometime during the afternoon. under the orange rays of the sunset passing through the glass walls of the room, his blue eyes shine more brightly than they already do and his blonde hair have turned golden. he looks ethereal like this. “something on my face?” his voice snaps you out of your reverie, smugness painted all over his visage. you realize he can tell you’ve been staring. earlier in the relationship, it would’ve flustered the hell out of you but now you simply mirror the expression on his face as you gently hold it in your palms and you’re immediately filled with pride when his breath hitches at your affection. “nothing,” you say with faux indifference, “just checking if i can hold the world in my hands.” lars’ ever so familiar cockiness dissolves from his features, instantly replaced by a loving look in his eyes, “well?” “i guess i can,” you murmur. the deep rumble of lars’ chuckle soon hits your ears then he’s pulling you close as a teasing smirk stretches across his face once more, “you are so in love with me.” and you don’t deny it. you lean further onto his chest as he tightens his hold on your body. against your cheek, you feel his heart pick up the pace and that tells you enough—lars rorschach is undoubtedly just as in love with you.

“knock knock,” you say as you poke your head through the door to the student council’s office and CLARENCE immediately turns to the sound of your voice. “hi,” you add with a grin that clarence returns—or tries to return rather. despite the softening of his gaze and the air of authority around him vanishing, it’s easy to notice the stress that has dampened his spirits. “hey,” he replies anyway. he invites you to join him at his desk and you gladly do, although carefully perching on the edge of the table. “everything okay, mr. president?” clarence huffs out a chuckle at the nickname before releasing an exasperated sigh. “what’s up?” you ask again and clarence answers this time. as an insignificant member of the student body, you only understand half of his student council worries—one of them being this year’s stellaris cup not having enough participants. “what if i join?” you suggest and clarence can immediately sense the halfheartedness in your tone. “you’d do that?” he asks dubiously, the corner of his lips now quirked up as he prepares to call you out on your bullshit. maybe you are just attempting to cheer him up but it’s the thought that counts. “i would,” you retort as you get on your feet with theatrical confidence, “for my first trick, i will hold the world in my hands.” clarence raises an eyebrow but he doesn’t interrupt so you walk around his desk until you’re standing in front of him. when your hands softly land on his face, he’s quick to understand what you mean and in your grip, he shakes his head in amusement but a subtle blush now dusts his cheeks. “that’s a winning talent if you ask me,” you jest. that earns you a laugh from clarence as he jokingly agrees, “it is.” in the same instance, you feel him lean further into your touch, closing his eyes as he basks in it then he sighs in pleasure.

[idyllcy]

for all time/lovebrush chronicles boys as cliché tropes

word count: 645

summary: lovebrush boys as cliche tropes !

Ai Yin / Ayn - Competitors - Whaaat? Why not Clarence ?? HEAR ME OUT.

You're a musician. You're like the musician ever— probably a pianist just to piss him off. The two of you always tie first for piano competitions. There's no argument. If he's there, you're there. If he's first, you're first. The two of you are both prodigy pianists and there's no room for argument. Thus arises the issue. Your name is always followed by his— or his name is always followed by yours. You guys hate it. Or so you say. Because when you're missing from a competition for the first time in years, he's very much confused as to where you are, and it almost feels empty without you. Wha— what did he just say? That was definitely not him.

Lu Chen / Alkaid - Deskmates - oh that's so cliché (I know)

The two of you are paired up as deskmates for the year. It's a little awkward at first until you get used to him, and then it just breaks into everyone else eating dog food (third-wheeling). He brings you breakfast because you skip eating it, and you fix his tie when it's crooked... he always picks calls for you when he needs an extra hand, you always drop everything you have to help him... you two are practically dating. Which raises the question. are you dating? Or is Alkaid just taking care of you because he thinks you're forgetful and clumsy? The love letter slipped into your desk seems to say otherwise, though.

Luo Xia / Lars - Arranged Marriage - I didn't think this could get more cliché

You get arranged into a marriage with him for one reason— your family's going bankrupt, so they have to sell their only child to the Luos because like. Idk that's a cliché, it's a trope, IT'S HAPPENING TO YOU. PERIOD. At first you're like terrified and he's super scary and cold and lowkey kind of rude, but he still kind of cares since when you first move in, he has the servants move all of your stuff, and yu almost feel like you're home. He's just not very vocal about liking you though; so when your family's business breaks out of bankruptcy and you're told you can divorce him if you want, and then he's like "no please don't take my spouse from me ☹️" and then next thing you know you're being pampered to the moon and back. (You end up staying with him.)

Si Lan / Clarence - Love at First Sight - HEAR ME OUT ON THIS.

You're an unassuming new student at school, completely unbothered. You do not know he's the student council president. You're just at the nurse's office because your mom's the nurse or smth. Then, he's admitted into the office because he overworked himself on accident, and you're like "errrr I'll help. sure" And what does he see upon first waking up? You. The sun behind your head gives you a halo, and you look angelic. He thinks he's hallucinating. "God, did I die?" "Erm... not quite!" Then you nurse him back to health, and he's having a moment (he can't forget you) but dw you eventually end up together 👍

Ye Xuan / Cael - Brother's Best Friend - you did not (oh yes I did)

Cael, your brother's calm best friend who seems to have no interest in dating anyone at all. Cael, your brother's best friend who's been there for you as long as you can remember. Cael, your brother's best friend who helps you through college hell, voice calm and soothing as you cry about the homework. Cael, your brother's best friend who never lets himself slip when you're around (regardless of how bad he actually likes you) Cael, your brother's best friend who tries his best to resist you when you're on top of him, breath heavy with alcohol and almost drunk. Cael, your brother's best friend who doesn't fight it when you pull him in for a kiss at the door when he comes to check up on you the next day. and Cael, who can't say no to you when you spill out your feelings for him on paper, spilling out his own when you meet up with him.

[sundaynie]

lars “TOUCH MY WIFE AND YOU DIE” rorschach nbd 🤪

the “WHERE IS MY WIFE” trope is trope-ing y’all overprotective husband!emperor lars is mad MADDD but i’m so down BADDDD kslkslsdjjdl

[serendiquity]

Because I love you - Lovebrush Chronicles

Valentine's Day/Rose Day headcanons for the lbc boys

Clarence

"We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright." - Ernest Hemingway.

Detailed and meticulous, Clarence’s nature is reflected in the blue roses he gives you. He doesn’t hand them to you outright, instead tucking them in books he lends you and leaving them in places he knows you often frequent. He presses some into bookmarks to preserve for longer, hoping that perhaps you’ll grow curious enough to search up their meaning on your own.

Clarence makes sure to dye each rose in different shades, each bloom boasting beautiful petals and, if you look closely enough, the hints of dyed-blue water still lingering in the stem. 

It’s a pleasant surprise, and soon you find yourself dyeing roses to give back in exchange. Upon starting, however, you realize that you’ve greatly underestimated the difficulty of what originally seemed like a simple task. Apart from finding the perfect roses to use, the dye needs constant refreshing and your petals keep wilting before you manage to finish. 

Clarence realizes your intentions when he sees you fiddling with one of your failed attempts, the blue dye barely even reaching past the stem. His eyes widen before he smiles, eyes soft. “Here, I’ll teach you.” 

Just like that, your weekly study sessions take on an added aspect, and Clarence patiently takes the time to help with your new interest. Within a few days, you’re eager to present him with the results of your hard work, handing him a bouquet of sky blue roses. “They ended up being a bit lighter than I wanted, but I hope you like them!”

Alkaid

“True love is like little roses, sweet, fragrant in small doses.” - Ana Claudia Antunes

Alkaid is fond of white roses, and he believes their meaning encompasses you quite well: innocent, loyal, and kind, but with the thorns to protect yourself if necessary. He thinks that happiness tastes sweetest when shared and savored slowly, and so he hopes that the roses he gifts you each day can brighten your life, just like what you do for him. 

He gives you twelve roses in the days leading up to the confession, a single white blossom every day. Each, he makes sure to present in a different way. The first he hands you outright, summer sunlight shining gently down as witness. The second he makes into a pale floral tea, petals drifting and bubbles rising like tiny stars. He sees you hesitate for a moment, looking down at the cup he handed you with undecipherable emotions, before drinking the contents enthusiastically. “It’s good,” you say, and he lets out a quiet sigh of relief, breaking into a small smile. 

Throughout the next few days, he finds a multitude of ways to express his love, from pressed flowers to light flirting to your intertwined hands. Every time, he waits, watching for the slightest sign of disappointment or approval from you. When you beam and thank him, his heart lifts, and he feels a bit more confident. 

The last rose, given on the twelfth day, he tucks into your hair, thorns carefully clipped away. He leads you to a picnic he prepared, a spread of your favorite foods and treats already laid out. He watches as you enjoy yourself, blissfully oblivious to his budding feelings. For a moment, he considers reaching out to clasp your hands in his own, then blurting out the words that have been haunting him for so long. He shakes the thought away. 

… It’s alright even if you don’t realize. After all, love is best given and received in small doses, and he has plenty of time and love to give. 

Lars

“And then there were our sweet stolen moments in the midst of our work – just a word, or caress, or flash of love-light; and our moments were sweeter for being stolen.” - Jack London

To Lars, Valentines’ day is a rare chance to take a break from work and see you. Passionate and flamboyant, Lars wants to express his love in any way possible, and celebrating the holiday together is the perfect way to do it. 

He texts you early in the morning to make sure you’re free, hoping you can go with him for a surprise date. Call him classic, but he shows up at your house with a bouquet of red roses and baby’s breath, stealing your own breath away in exchange. He grins boyishly and tugs you outside, whisking you away to visit a cafe you had mentioned liking a few weeks back, going shopping together, and even arranging a candlelit dinner. Even if it’s cheesy, he boldly serenades you with love songs he prepared, and watching you laugh freely makes it all worth it.

If it weren’t for his responsibilities, he’d spend the whole week with you if he could, indulging you in whatever you wanted to do. But he can’t do that, so he settles for making today the best day he can instead. 

At the end of the day, he escorts you back home, dropping you off at the door with a dramatic bow and flourish. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees your eyes sparkle with an idea. “Come here,” you say, beckoning him closer. “Today was a lot of fun.” 

You push yourself onto your tiptoes, left arm on his shoulder for balance. Before he realizes what’s happening, your lips are pressed to his cheek, leaving a crimson lipstick mark as red as the roses he gave you before. You pull away and grin at him, turning to head inside. He stands there for a long moment afterwards, hand to his face.

Though he had intended for it to be the other way around, he thinks that today has made him fall even deeper in love with you. And if you don’t realize the depths of his feelings, then he’ll simply have to repeat himself again and again until you do. 

[heresthestorymorningglory]

Electric Touch

Summary: You're helping Lars to explore his limitations with touch.

A/N: SO, (bear with me this is going to be a beast of an author's note okay?)

Y'all know that I'm a part of the Goosecord, a glorious server filled with even more glorious people. One of these beautiful humans in particular, I'm convinced is my UK doppelganger, and no you can't change my mind. I met her in July completely by accident when I fell in love with her writing style (her Ken is still my #1 favourite) and she introduced me to the Goosecord; We're on the same wavelength with A LOT. She's joined the short list of beautiful women I affectionately refer to as my "soul sisters" She's helped me through hurdles both creatively and personally over the last six months and I'll reach the character limit if I carry on and on about how truly wonderful she is and how grateful I am to have met her (you're stuck with me now for forever my dear 😘) Anywho, amongst the plethora of things we discovered we have in common, birthdays is one of them; we're less than a week apart and she shares her birthday with someone who was very special to me growing up. I wholly and completely believe in divine intervention and she came flying into my life as it started to fall apart.

If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm talking about my gorgeous partner in crime @ken-dom

All this to say, to celebrate this wonderful woman's birthday, I not only watched Lars And The Real Girl in its entirety, but decided I was going to jump with both feet into the Lars world and took a stab at writing him the first time in her honour. Be gentle friends I'm not great at the romance.

Usually, I put an NSFW on all of my work; for quite possibly the first time ever, it's not required. Title inspo comes from T Swift (don't come for me) and Fall Out Boy's Electric Touch here

Happiest of (early) birthdays my darling soul sister (early af because I have no willpower or self control to wait til next month) Hopefully I've done your Lars justice 🩷

All my love,

K 💙

The gravel crunched under your boots as you made your way up the driveway, There was a chill to the air still despite the snow having almost completely melted. You pulled your hat down tighter around your ears. Vertigo by Griff playing in your headphones as Lars came into view; the ax in his hands splitting the piece of wood underneath it with such ease you once teased him you were certain the wood was fake, or rotted so badly that he could simply pull it apart with his bare hands. 

Lars being Lars, had to put your ridiculous accusation to the test immediately, putting the ax down…blade facing away of course…he picked a piece off the pile and stood in front of you where you waited patiently a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips at the seriousness on his face. 

He held the log in both hands, pulling hard, the tips of his fingers white from the pressure pushing on the lumber. 

He sighed with effort before dropping his shoulders “See?” 

You nodded “My mistake” 

He had shaken his head with a small laugh as he turned back to his work at hand as if you had been ridiculous for even suggesting such a thing. 

That had been onwards a month ago now, and his chuckle of disbelief at your audacity that he could simply tear wood in half was something you had thought about ever since. 

You knew Lars was unique, that things with him would be…less than conventional, his time with Bianca had made that apparent to everyone. You had told him, this would all be on his terms, his comfort was the most important thing to you; and of course, the last thing you had wanted to do was replace Bianca, you could never; she was special. 

Lars’ face broke into a grin as he looked up and saw you watching him. He waved excitedly and you grinned, his smile infectious waving back before chuckling to yourself, biting gently on your index finger as he simply turned back to the woodpile to carry on chopping as if you hadn’t been there at all. 

You pulled your headphones from your ears and dropped them in your pocket as you moved to lean against the garage, one foot propped against the siding as you folded your arms across your chest, your manicured thumbnail finding its way between your teeth as you watched him intently. 

In true Lars fashion, despite his physical exertion, he was dressed in at least four layers. You watched as he put the ax down to peel off the top layer before looking around for somewhere to put the puffy blue jacket that wasn’t the spongy wet grass. 

“I’ll hold it” you called, holding out your hand beckoning him to bring it to you 

He nodded before jogging over to where you stood passing it to you, the tips of his fingers brushing over the length of yours, the briefest touch, but you were certain he was aware. 

“Thanks” he smiled tight lipped as you folded the jacket over your arms watching him jog back to the woodpile. 

“He really is something isn’t he?” 

You turned to see Karin standing next to you, bundled against the cold and smiled with a nod, turning your attention back to Lars. 

“He really is” you agreed. 

“Wanna come inside?” she asked gesturing toward the house “It’s a lot warmer than out here” 

You shook your head “I’m okay, thanks” 

“I bet you are,” she smirked before turning back toward the house “Door’s open if you change your mind” 

You wouldn’t. 

Watching Lars in his own environment was one of your favourite things to do; he could be himself and be comfortable. He didn’t have to pretend around you he had said one night as you sat across from each other cross legged on his small bed working on touch therapy. 

What he didn’t know was touch therapy helped you just as much as it helped him. You struggled with being touched, albeit not to the same degree, but Lars made it bearable. With him, you didn’t mind that the ghost of his fingers lingered on the back of your hand long after he had taken them away.

You straightened as he sauntered over to where you stood against the garage, positive he was oblivious to how effortlessly sexy he made something as simple as walking. 

He leaned the ax against the wall with a sniff, wiping his sleeve over his nose. Despite the cold, his face glistened with sweat. 

“Want to go inside?” he asked tipping his head slightly in the adorable way he always did “You must be cold”

“Burning up actually” you winked, watching his cheeks burn red as he immediately dropped his gaze to look between your feet. “I’m only teasing” you half lied “Karin said she-”

“I was thinking we could-” he started, before shifting uncomfortably his head still dropped 

You waited quietly for him to collect his thoughts and try again. 

“That we could..have some…us time” he stammered, peeking up at you from under his long lashes making your heart flip in your chest “I-if you want”

You had been seeing each other almost daily for over a month and you still made him nervous; especially when he’d had things on his mind. 

“I would love to” you smiled, keeping your voice soft. 

His head shot up nearly colliding with yours in the process, his blue eyes sparkling with an excitement that made you giggle “Yeah?” 

You nodded with a laugh “Yeah”

“Okay” he nodded, ushering you forward, but careful not to touch the small of your back as you passed. 

He reached around you, opening the door before stepping back, letting you walk in first. 

“I’m sorry for the mess” he apologized, pushing the door closed as he pulled his gloves off

Your eyes scanned the room, it was impeccable save for the cereal bowl on the small table.

“You don’t have to apologize” you smiled “This is your home”

He waved his hand dismissively and shrugged out of his jacket, pulling his hat off and hanging both on hooks by the door. 

You unzipped your own jacket, biting your lip gently with a smirk when you felt him help you tug it off before hanging it next to his. You slid your boots off, setting your hat on top before turning your attention back to Lars, who was wringing his hands nervously.

“Lars?” you asked softly, worried if you spoke much louder you might spook him 

He looked up quickly, almost like he’d forgotten you were there. 

“Are you alright?” you asked, raising an eyebrow 

He nodded “We should- Can we…can we sit?” he asked, gesturing to his small bed. 

“Sure” you nodded before sitting on the edge of the mattress, moving to cross your legs in front of you as he sat across from you. “Did you have something in mind for tonight?” 

He was nervous, but you had accepted the fact that merely, you, being in his presence was enough to make him jittery. This was something different though…

You sat with your hands collapsed in your lap waiting for him to ease himself into his comfort zone. This had become something of a routine for the two of you, usually you visited with Karin and Gus, long enough for a cup of tea or coffee maybe dinner before you and Lars would retire to his small space in the garage, where he would build you a small fire and you would sit across from each other on the small bed while he plucked up the courage to ask if he could “try again” 

It always started the same, hesitant and slow as his fingers traced the back of your hand; after a few minutes he would nod, that was his silent indication you could do the same. 

Today you had come prepared, you sat across from him in a t-shirt despite the cold temperatures outside, the small garage always warmed up quickly. Each day you had sat doing this with him, he had managed to progress further up the length of your arm, touching and holding for longer increments each time. 

He let out a heavy sigh swallowing hard, his hands folded in front of him 

“We don’t have to do this tonight if you’re not ready” you reassured and he immediately shook his head 

“No, I want to” he paused looking up at you “Un-unless you don’t want-? 

“I’m  ready for whatever you’re comfortable with sweetheart” 

His cheeks flushed the slightest shade of pink before he nodded, hoping you hadn’t noticed. You pretended not to. 

“I…” he let out another heavy sigh “Can I-” he tried again before he faltered 

“Take your time” you soothed 

He nodded, squeezing his eyes shut as he took a deep breath in through his nose. 

He fidgeted sitting across from you as you waited; he was transfixed on his hands in his lap, not making eye contact with you. “Would it be alright if we….if I….” he dropped his voice to a near non existent whisper “If I kissed you?” Again, like he had out in the yard, he peeked up at you from under his long eyelashes, nervous for your answer. 

“You want to kiss me?” you asked, unable to keep the growing smile off your face; it was such an innocent request, anyone else would have thought nothing of it, would have just went for it, but not Lars. 

He nodded quickly before dropping his gaze. 

“I-if you want” he mumbled quickly

“Lars…” you smiled, reaching to rest a hand on his knee, in lieu of reaching for his bare hand. “Look at me” 

Slowly he lifted his head  blinking rapidly “It's okay if you don't, I understand” 

“I would love to” He looked up almost in awe as you continued “Are you sure you're ready for that?” 

He nodded determinedly 

“We'll go slow” you smiled offering your hand for him to take the initiative. 

Almost immediately he reached out, taking your hand in his. This was something he had grown comfortable with, anything else was much more of a struggle. His hand slowly slid up the length of your arm. 

He let out a shaky breath knowing what would follow, your mirror of his movements along his own arm. 

He jumped back, startling you slightly “Wait wait” 

You dropped your hand, your own heartbeat subsiding in your ears watching as he stood and stripped off everything but his undershirt and sweats before he sat back down. 

“I want to feel it this time” he explained “More than before”

Your own excitement peaked at his sudden boldness as he returned his hand to your upper arm. 

“If you want to stop, just say so, okay?” You asked, finding yourself slightly nervous at the prospect of pushing him too far. 

He nodded but didn't make eye contact as his hand settled on your shoulder. 

His breath caught in his throat as your hand inched up his bicep, hesitating briefly when he jumped. 

“Okay?” You asked

“Yes,” he whispered. Eyes still focused on his own movements. 

Your eyes fluttered closed as his large hand slid up the length of your neck, his calloused fingers hesitant, and warm tickling your skin. The low moan in the back of your throat stopped Lars immediately. 

“Did I hurt you?” He asked, worry evident in his voice 

You shook your head slowly, opening your eyes. “No, baby” you whispered, reminding yourself you needed to keep your composure. 

He cupped your cheek and you sighed leaning into his touch. 

His breath was shaky as he felt your hand move from his shoulder, creeping closer to his neck, to bare skin. 

He could do this. He wanted to do this. He wanted to do this with you. 

“May I?” You asked softly, fingers hovering on the neck of his undershirt. 

Again, he nodded. You still kept your movements slow, your heart beating hard in your chest, very aware this was foreign territory for Lars. 

He flinched almost as soon as your skin made contact with his, but he didn't pull away. 

To your surprise he shifted, moving himself closer to you. His hands moving to your waist pulling you into a kneel. His hands were extremely warm, even through the thin fabric of your t-shirt. 

You moved closer, but stopped short, letting him keep control of the situation. His breath was warm against your face given your new proximity. 

He took your face in both hands all at once, pressing his lips firmly against yours. You gasped, your hands finding his waist as his tongue pushed past your lips before he hesitated, but didn't pull back. Your lips parted, giving him the permission he'd hoped for. 

He whimpered, making your stomach flip, your fingers curling gently against his hips as he deepened your kiss, pulling your body flush against his.  

His mouth moved eagerly against yours, the unmistakable bulge pressing against your leg as his arms wrapped around your back. He ground his hips against your thigh, his breathing heavy. 

In spite of your best efforts, you moaned into your kiss, which only seemed to spur Lars on, he rocked against you, his hands finding their way into your hair, fingers tangling around the strands. 

Lars had completely lost himself in the moment; lost himself in you. You had managed to pull yourself out of the intoxicating spell you’d slipped under, prying your lips from his, breathing hard as Lars moaned into your neck, his fingers curling tightly against your back, your thigh suddenly damp. 

As reality came crashing back around him Lars sat back, a look you could only assume was nothing short of fear etched all over his face. 

“I’m sorry” he apologized, his eyes welling up with tears “I-I didn’t mean to”

Your features immediately softened opting to touch his arm gently instead of his face. “Lars, baby, you have nothing to be sorry for” 

His brow furrowed slightly as he considered your words blinking away the tears “I don’t?” 

“No,” you shook your head with a smile reaching to push his hair back out of his eyes “Never” 

“Never?” He asked, his nose scrunching slightly with his skepticism 

“Not with me” 

He nodded slowly, seemingly accepting this to be true. 

“Did I hurt you?” you asked, worried that you may have unintentionally thrust him from his comfort zone. “How’s the burning?”

He shook his head “I don’t, it doesn’t….it’s different”

“Good different?” you asked 

“Good different” His face broke into a grin “Can we do it again?” 

You chuckled to yourself, as much as you were more than willing to do it again, you shook your head 

His face fell immediately “Did I do it wrong?” panic obvious. 

“Oh Lars, no” you shook your head with a small laugh “It was wonderful” 

His shoulders dropped as he visibly relaxed 

“But wouldn’t you rather take it slow?” you asked “Go at a pace you’re comfortable with?” 

He considered this with a nod “I just want you to be happy”

“I am happy” you stressed “How could I not be with a stud like you?” 

He scoffed, again scrunching his nose as he shook his head in disagreement his cheeks flushing a deep crimson 

You laughed, making him bashful was so easy to do. “Why don’t you go get cleaned up and I’ll play with your hair the way you like until you fall asleep?”

He nodded “Yes please” 

“Well then,” you smiled, gesturing toward the bathroom as you both got to your feet

He turned toward the bathroom, walking a step and a half before he turned back around “Hey..” 

You looked up from pulling the covers back on the bed “Hmm?” 

You stood up fully as he came back to where you stood “I forgot to tell you Happy Birthday” 

He bent to kiss you on the cheek before promptly turning on his heel and disappearing into the bathroom before you had a chance to register what had happened. 

You stood alone in the small converted garage laughing lightly to yourself, your fingertips resting where his lips had been moments before, still able to feel their ghostly imprint. 

“Thank you” you smirked to yourself before climbing between the sheets and waited for Lars to join you.

[terabyteturtle]

if Tekken requests are still open, may I request a SFW alphabet for Lars?

💙 Lars Alexandersson SFW Alphabet 💙

I apologize for taking so long to fill this out! I've been flooded with so much schoolwork over the past couple months, it's unbelievable! Happy holidays and I hope you enjoy it regardless.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Initially, Lars will be apprehensive to give you affection. He's not averse to it; he just wants to make sure you're okay with it first. He understands that not everyone enjoys or is comfortable with physical touch, so he wants to respect your boundaries as much as possible. Once you give him the OK, he'll show you small, sweet gestures of affection. With Lars, everything is simple. Being the gentleman that he is, he won't ever smother you or cling to you incessantly. Instead, he'll opt for hand-holding and gentle kisses to the cheek or temple. When it comes to showing you affection in public, it really depends on your personal preference. Lars doesn't mind PDA, so if you don't either, that's perfect. He'll give you the exact same treatment as he does in private (except for hugs, those are strictly done when you're at home together). If you do mind PDA, then he'll reserve everything for when you two are alone.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

After everything he's gone through (and is currently going through) with the rebellion, Lars has grown to appreciate the little things in life. As a result, he's very chill and easygoing. It doesn't take a lot to make him happy, so no matter what you want to do, he's down for it. Lars is also extremely loyal; if you ever need anything from him, he will be there for you without question. He probably won't be able to offer the best advice, but if there's something you want to talk to him about, he's all ears. The friendship would probably start at Yggdrasil HQ, with you being part of the rebellion. Lars always tries to take as much stress off his troops as possible, especially during tense situations. So, he'll make an effort to keep pleasant conversations going, even if it's about something as simple as the weather. It won't take long for you and him to start speaking to each other, and as time progresses, you guys become two peas in a pod. In your free time, you talk about anything and everything, temporarily distracting yourselves from the worldwide chaos. 

C = Comfort (How do they comfort you? Are they good at it or are they kinda awkward? How do they like to be comforted?)

Lars is an absolute sweetheart, so as soon as he sees that you're upset, he'll provide you with as much comfort as possible. He'll do anything and everything to make you happy again, so consider him your personal butler. Want to watch a movie? He'll put one on for you. Want some snacks? He'll bring you your favorites. Want him to cuddle you for a while? You don't even have to ask because he was just about to do it anyway. He'll tend to your every whim without hesitation; if it makes you feel better, he'll do it. Lars is great at comforting, as he's very soft and understanding. He's a great listener, so if you decide to open up, he'll hang on to every word you say. His presence is calm and soothing, making you feel safe and secure. When Lars needs comfort, it's best to sit down and talk to him about the cause of his distress. He'll be completely honest about what's upsetting him and talk through it with you. Honesty is important to him, and he sees no reason to keep you in the dark. If you have any advice to offer, he's completely willing to listen. All he asks is that you lend him an ear. Aside from that, he doesn't need anything other than your presence, which always brings him solace.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Lars absolutely wants to settle down with you at some point. He's been smitten with you since the very beginning, and he honestly can't imagine a better way to live the rest of his life. Lars is more than capable of handling household duties. As someone who grew up without siblings or a father, he spent a lot of time helping his mother with stuff around the house. He's an excellent cook, especially when it comes to Swedish food. It's what he grew up making and eating, so he knows all of the recipes like the back of his hand. When it comes to cleaning, Lars is like a housekeeper. He enjoys keeping things tidy, and he'll catch every last speck of dust, lint, and hair without fail.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with you, how would they do it?)

Lars is a man who values practicality over sentimentality, so if he had to break up with you, it would definitely be for a logical reason. If your life was put in danger because you had connections with him, for example, Lars would end it. Even if he still harbored feelings for you, he wouldn't cling to the relationship if it wasn't practical. This isn't to say he wouldn't be emotional about it, though. In fact, it's just the opposite. He would be as direct as possible and would try to keep a neutral expression, but you can tell he's holding back tears. It hurts him to do this, and he never thought he'd have to, but if it's what's best for both of you, Lars sees no other option.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Commitment is a serious thing for Lars. He believes it's an important step in a relationship, one that finalizes everything and seals your love in a sacred vow. He'd definitely want to marry you at some point, but it would take a while for him to pop the question. Before taking such a large step, he wants to make sure that he's gotten to know you and trust you over a long period of time. Additionally, he would rather wait until the war ends before considering something that important. Lars wants to wait for the perfect time in which to ask you to marry him, so despite the fact that this man wouldn't dream of having anyone else, it'll take him a while. Rest assured, though, you have his heart.

G = Gentle (How tender are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Lars is incredibly gentle, both physically and emotionally. Every touch is soft and light, not because he's afraid of hurting you, but because he believes it's kind and considerate. To be rough with you is unnecessary and rude in his eyes. Emotionally, he's very compassionate and considerate, always taking the time to make sure you're okay or give you reassurance. His voice is soft whenever you're upset, and he's always willing to provide support when you need it.

H = Hugs n' Cuddles (Do they like hugs/cuddles? What are they like? How often do they happen?)

He loves hugs and cuddles, as they ground him in reality and reassure him that you're alive and breathing. Lars is a simple guy, and that translates into the way he holds you. When he hugs you, his arms go over one shoulder and under the other, the way a traditional hug would. They're long and full of love, enveloping you in warmth and making you feel safe. If Lars has been away for a while, he'll hold you tight and plant a soft kiss on your collarbone. When he cuddles you, he has an arm around your shoulders and pulls you close to him, resting his head on top of yours. Every so often, he'll pull back a bit to kiss your temple, then put his head back where it was before. Unfortunately, hugs and cuddles don't happen very often, as Lars barely gets time to relax. However, on the rare days when he does, he makes every second count.

I = I Love You (How quickly do they tell you they love you?)

Despite his preference for being practical, he's a very passionate guy. Naturally, his feelings are sudden and powerful. Lars is a hopeless romantic, but he isn't aware of it at all. When he first met you, he was actually kind of scared of how quickly he fell for you. If he were being completely straightforward with you, Lars would've said those words a long time ago. However, since building trust is so important to him, he'll hold off on saying them for a while. Relationships take a lot of time and effort to build, and Lars wants to make sure yours is no exception. He doesn't feel that it's right to tell you too quickly, no matter how certain he thinks he is. He wants to make sure you both trust each other and that neither of you feel rushed or uncomfortable about the course of the relationship. This might be one of the only things that he isn't honest about right away, as he wants to wait until the time is right.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

For the most part, Lars is pretty chill. He understands that not every person you talk to is going to be obsessed with you; that's just not how the world works. He knows that you probably have male friends that you like to hang out with or that you might bump into some polite guy and strike up a conversation sometime. Because he trusts you, the thought of someone flirting with you doesn't even cross his mind. Even if someone does flirt with you, he'll step in and politely let them know that you two are together. He'll only lose his cool if the other person touches you. Lars is perceptive; he can differentiate between friendly touches and flirtatious ones. If anybody tries anything with his lover, he'll be quick to tell them off and make it clear that you're his. If the other person is a jerk, then things'll start to escalate quickly, especially if a hand is laid on you. Lars will try his best to contain his temper, but it's very difficult for him to do so when your safety is being put at risk.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

With Lars, his kisses are almost always soft, slow, and sweet. The only time he won't be gentle is if he's been away and hasn't seen you for a while. Even then, these kisses aren't that much rougher than his usual ones; you can sense more passion and longing within them, but it's not like he's sloppy or eating half of your face. If he does slip up and catch himself being far rougher than usual, he'll tone it down immediately. Lars' biggest fear is making you feel uncomfortable in any way, so he's somewhat averse to being more passionate. Lars loves to kiss your forehead the most, as it feels protective, and he's noticed that it helps you relax. As for himself, he adores it when you kiss him on the lips. Every time you kiss him there, he's in heaven.

L = Little Ones (How are they around children and what are their thoughts on them?)

Lars is awkward around kids, but he's as sweet as can be. He wouldn't know what to do around them, but he'd try his best to keep them happy and entertained. He thinks kids are interesting; they're tiny people with innocent perspectives on everything. It reminds him of when he was a kid, living life without care and being curious about the world around him. Unfortunately, most of them can't afford to do that right now. Lars' heart breaks every time he sees a child affected by the war, and even more so if that child has no one left to turn to. He'd love to start a family with you in the future, but definitely not anytime soon. Right now, he wouldn't want to raise a kid in a devastated world, not to mention it would be impossible for him to help out when he's constantly going out on missions. Additionally, there's so much that burdens him at present that he'll need some time to recover after the war is over. But one day, when justice prevails and hope is restored, Lars would like nothing more than to live out the rest of his life with you and a bunch of little ones of your own.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Lars will either be super chill or super hectic; there's no happy medium. On his off days, he'll wake up early, but will stay in bed for a while just to hold you. He won't force you to wake up and wants to let you rest as much as you need to. When you wake up, he'll make you whatever you want for breakfast. As said before, Lars is an excellent cook, considering he'd had a ton of practice growing up, so he'll make anything and everything for you. You guys will eat breakfast, talk, and take in the morning sunlight together. On hectic days, however, it's the complete opposite. Lars usually has to get up for a mission, so he needs to head out the door as quickly as possible. As soon as he gets the call, he'll shoot straight out of bed and haphazardly get dressed, probably knocking a couple things over as he does so. He'll stumble around the place trying to brush his teeth, comb his hair, prepare, and fix himself a quick smoothie all at the same time. As you can imagine, it gets loud pretty quickly, waking you up with a start. All throughout the morning, Lars will apologize profusely to you from the moment he wakes up to the moment he shuts the door. He feels really bad about waking you so suddenly, but unfortunately, there's no way around it.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are much like mornings; sometimes they'll be chill, and other times, he'll be rushing out the door. Chill nights are full of cuddling and watching movies, which never gets old, considering that each day he's above ground is a blessing. However, when Lars gets called in for a mission, he'll hastily pack his things and prepare before giving you a sweet kiss and heading out the door. He always feels horrible doing this, especially when the two of you are in the middle of something, but it's his job and a very important one at that. When he's not there, it gets lonely pretty quick. Oftentimes, he'll call you and tell you about what's going on. He'll tell you that he'll be back soon and that he loves you and wishes you a good night. If he doesn't have time to call, he'll send you a quick text. No matter what, Lars will always make the effort to do something. The last thing he wants to do is worry you by not responding.

O = Open (At what point would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or take their time with it?)

Lars would be pretty average when it comes to revealing stuff about himself. He'd start off with the more basic stuff first, then slowly tell you deeper things as the relationship progresses. He wouldn't splurge out all sorts of information on the first date, nor would he wait years before telling you any of his deeper details. He'd definitely want to establish trust first before delving into more personal matters, but he wouldn't take years to be open with you.

P = Patience (How patient are they?)

Lars can be a little quick-tempered with people he doesn't know or like right away. In general, he has very little tolerance for people who act entitled, cocky, or rude. Other than that, he's a pretty patient guy. With you, his patience is astounding. He'll help you out with whatever you need, and he'll try his best to walk you through things you might not understand. Lars will make an effort to stay patient with you, no matter the situation. If you act unnecessarily rude or take your anger out on him, he'll be a lot more forbearing with you than he would be with someone else. If you take it too far, though, his patience will run thin.

Q = Quizzes (How much do they remember about you? Do they remember every detail or kinda forget everything?)

Lars has an amazingly sharp mind, which helped land him his high ranking within the Rebellion. Even after having recovered from amnesia, he's still retained his quick instincts and vivid memory. When it comes to you, he'll remember as much as humanly possible, guaranteed. Something random that you mentioned in passing? Lars remembers it, even if it's completely slipped your mind. A specific childhood memory you told him about? He'll memorize every detail. Favorite color? Favorite food? Favorite movie? Lars has it all locked in. And if something manages to slip his mind, he'll feel really bad about it and will want to make it up to you.

R = Remember (What is one of the most important moments of your relationship?)

After having been with you for a couple months, Lars decided it was about time to introduce you to the people closest to him, starting with his best friend Alisa. At first, he was a little nervous. Considering the fact that she was a flying, chainsaw-wielding automaton, he wasn't sure what you would think of her. Awkwardly enough, Lars was actually preparing himself to break it off with you if you didn't like her. After all, he has known her and trusted her for a long time, so it would be upsetting for him if you didn't respect or get along with her. Lars is the type of guy where if you don't like his friends, he doesn't like you. Luckily, he ended up having nothing to worry about, for the two of you quickly became two peas in a pod. You thought she was super sweet and cool, and she thought you were amazing and that Lars was lucky to have you. She even gave you a flying piggyback ride, which was as awesome as you can imagine it to be. Lars thought the two of you were adorable together, and he couldn't help but chuckle the entire time.

S = Security (How protective are they and how would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

With everything going on, Lars is definitely protective, but not overly so. If he's with you, then he'll stick by your side and be on the lookout for danger. If he's away, he trusts you to take care of yourself. Every day, he'll give you a call to check in and make sure you're okay. He'd definitely be worried sick about you regardless, but he's not the type to try and constantly monitor you. He values your personal space and would never dream of going to such extreme lengths. For him, he feels the most protected when he has full trust in someone. Lars feels safe and secure with the people he's closest to, especially you. He knows his secrets are safe with you and that nothing bad can happen to him if you're there. After all, you're the light of his life, so there's no reason to feel sad or unsafe with you around.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, etc?)

As a whole, Lars would put a ton of effort into everything. Date, anniversaries, gifts—no matter what it is, he will try to make it extra special. He's a very thoughtful guy, so he would definitely take time to think before planning romantic dates or anniversaries. Nothing is sporadic with him; you always know what's going on and when it's happening ahead of time. He'll also take your schedule into account and make sure everything works for you. When it comes to gift-giving, he's the same way. Whatever he gives you, it's bound to have some thought and meaning behind it. Lars doesn't want to give you something that he knows you're not gonna need, use, or like. The only time Lars will be spontaneous with anything is if he's been away for a while and just impulsively wants to do something with you. Other than that, he's not the type to drag you out anywhere on a whim.

U = Ugly (What are some bad habits of theirs?)

Lars is usually crystal clear about how he feels, but there's one emotion that he refuses to acknowledge entirely—anxiety. In his line of work, there's no room for nervousness, so Lars constantly has to keep his cool even if he's feeling petrified. It's not that he doesn't want to be honest with you; it's just that he's so used to staying stone-faced under pressure that he just can't express his anxiety in a proper way. The guy tries his best, but concealing it has become his default setting.

V = Values (What do they value in a partner?)

Patience is a virtue, especially with someone like Lars. He frequently has to travel for missions, so he needs someone who will be willing to wait for him. Additionally, he's aware of his faults and appreciates someone who will be patient with him while he works through them. He also likes perceptiveness. Anyone with a keen eye is sure to win Lars' admiration, especially if they're able to spot when he's bottling up emotions or having trouble expressing himself. Finally, self-reliance is a big thing for him. He values an individual who can take care of themselves. Although he'd be more than willing to give them the world, he knows that he's not gonna be around all the time, at least not while the war is happening. He needs the assurance that his lover can keep themselves away from harm while he's gone.

W = Wedding (How are they on the big day? How do they help plan it out? Are they emotional or stoic?)

Lars is completely shocked. He honestly can't believe this moment has arrived. As hopeful a guy as he is, there was a dark part of him that worried he wouldn't make it out of the war alive. Luckily, this wasn't the case, and he couldn't be happier. All that aside, he can't wait to marry you! He was honestly ready to make a commitment a long time ago, but with everything going on, Lars wanted to wait for the right time to propose. When it comes to preparation, Lars will help you with everything. He'd have a whole checklist complete with deadlines and due dates to help with getting everything done. When the two of you finally stand on the altar together, he'd be grinning from ear to ear. But beyond that wonderful smile of his, you can tell he's holding back tears. As he looks into your eyes, Lars can't help but think of how grateful he is to have you in his life (and that you both still have your lives, for that matter). When he kisses you, a tear slips out, but you quickly brush it away for him so no one can see it.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

You told him once that he reminded you of a lion, so he bought you a big lion plushie to cuddle with whenever he had to leave for a mission.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they can't stand, both in a partner and in general?)

He doesn't care for anyone who's super clingy, mainly because he knows he's gonna have to leave sometimes, and he needs his lover to be self-reliant. He doesn't want to be around someone who'll act like they're gonna die without him. Additionally, clinginess will only make goodbyes harder for him. Lars also hates people who are frequently dishonest. Truth and honesty are important to him, as he sees them as two key factors in any type of relationship. If there's anything Lars is 100% sure of, it's that liars aren't loyal.

Z = Zzz (What are some sleep habits of theirs?)

Before bed, he makes a habit of brushing his hair. Due to the unique way it's shaped, it can get knotted easily. To save himself hassle in the morning, Lars makes sure to comb out the day's knots before laying down next to you. Lars enjoys being the big spoon and holding you from behind as you both sleep. He doesn't snore, nor does he move. He'll stay in the exact same spot for the whole night. Thanks to his training as a soldier, Lars can wake up at the drop of a hat. Sometimes, he'll jerk awake at the slightest noise or movement before realizing it was nothing and drifting back off to sleep. Also, expect a goodnight kiss every single night before you go to sleep. Even if it's over the phone, you will receive one.

[metallicaislife]

Dating Lars Headcanons

A/N: Lars deserves so much love!! Secured a spot on a record with no band, put an ad in the paper and the rest is history. thx for coming to my ted talk.

Requested by: Anon

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

SFW Headcanons

You were just living your life blissfully unaware everything was about to change forever

At a bar with some friends, Lars spotted you and he was done for

Hadn’t spoken to you yet or anything but knew that he would move mountains for you if he could

He was hesitant to approach, he didn’t want to come off as a creep, he desperately wanted you to notice him the same way he noticed you

And that you did, as your friends laughed and chatted you couldn’t help but notice the guy across the bar who was already looking at you, rather than looking away trying to play it off, he gave you a sheepish grin and it made your heart skip a beat

You got up to get another drink and that is when Lars made his move

He’d start off with some cheesy pickup line- 

“What’s your favorite drink? Just so I know what to order you on our first date.” 

Literally if anyone else pulled that, repulsion. But he was just so freaking cute and it was smooth as hell

So you chatted a little bit lots of flirty flirting 

You didn’t want to be a bad friend and ditch them so reluctantly you went back to your group but not before exchanging numbers with Lars

He calls you that night, he just knows the two of you are meant to be and so he isn’t going to let this opportunity slip through his fingers

He’s a pretty busy guy but he was more worried about your schedule and found a time that worked best for you and made it work 

Top tier first date, like best first date you’ve ever been on

So of course you said yes when he asked you again

Then you beat him to the next ask and it made him absolutely melttttt

You two start dating exclusively really quickly

He just comes off as an absolute lovebug to me idk haha

So like it doesn’t matter who you’re in front of or what the situation is he is touching you at ALL times- not in a nasty way, get your mind out the gutter 👀

Holding your hand, holding you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder

Sitting on the couch your legs are touching, he has a hand on your thigh, plays with your hair, rubs your back etc

And when you reciprocate and hold on to him or play with his hands or hair, or tickle his back he’s so giddy and cute 

When you’re alone it’s even more so, your legs across his lap, or sitting in his lap

Taking turns spooning or letting the other lay their head on their chest

Just all the sweet snuggles!! 

And he can talk for hours, doesn’t matter what it’s about, but it’s so comforting listening to him whether it’s about the band and the upcoming tour, or its absolute nonsense

He gets so mad when you fall asleep on him and he can’t get up and get the camera because you look so damn cute and he wants to immortalize that in a photo but he doesn’t want to disturb you

So when he does catch you sleeping and it’s not on him there are so many photos of you and you just look so peaceful 

He just adores you so much 

LOVES IT WHEN YOU CAN COME ON TOUR WITH HIM

Knowing you’re backstage when he’s done and ready to give him a big ol’ hug even when he’s super sweaty and probably a little stinky makes him so freaking happy 

When his kit is getting setup before soundchecks he lets you play around on them and even if you’ve got absolutely no rhythm he’s gonna be hyping you up so hard

“You’re so good, baby! You should come out and play during one of the songs tonight!” 

You just roll your eyes, but the fact that he supports you in all you do, even if you aren’t good at something yet makes you feel all warm and fuzzy

You two are just the cutest ever and deserve all the happy endings 🥹

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

[yanderestevenuniversewriting]

This a question What if Yandere Sadie Miller and Yandere Lars Barriga had a Depressed Goth S/O?

Lol it's been over a year so you probably have long forgotten about this request and are going to be shocked by this notification Guess who's back- Back again! Yes, IT'S ME

Sadie Miller

She thinks you're really cool- Way out of her league

So, when you approach her, she's surprised

You like her? Oh- you like her hair? Wow, she blushes a bright red, before quickly complimenting your outfit

You chuckle, sensing her uneasyness

"You know, I don't bite. You don't have to be so on edge."

"On edge? I'm not on edge!"

She's totally on edge

You invite her to hang out and she quickly takes up the offer

She's ecstatic when she leaves work to see you, which is strange, because usually she's ready to go home and be alone

You both click really well

You have a lot in common, even though you both look so different

She adores you and you think she's cute

You ask her out and she lets out a squeaky "YeAh!"

The rest is history

Lars Barriga

He originally thought you were weird and didn't like you all that much

That was until the cool kids complimented you on your outfits/style [Especially Jenny]

If they thought you were cool, then he thought you were cool, too

He tries to get on your good side, because if you like him, maybe they'll like him

But soon he realizes he does REALLY like you

Sure, you're different than other people, but you were like the coolest person ever

He slowly developed feelings for you and really wanted you to like him back

Neither of you 'fits' in with people, so you bond over that

You've always felt out of place and he can't believe someone feels the way he feels

He tries everything, but sometimes he feels like you don't see him

He'd be the kind of guy to dress in your style, to try and get you to compliment him

You're honored that he's inspired enough to dress like you

You don't think much about it or even realizes he likes you- like a lot

He's so frustrated, because why won't you react to his advances

Everytime he tries asking you out, something goes wrong, making him angry

God, he just has to try harder

[floxtingdrm]

𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙭𝙞𝙖

(𝙽): 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢.

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Alkaid McGrath, Lars Rorschach, Clarence Clayden, Ayn Alwyn, Cael Anselm.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞: On

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: Headcannon.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: They/them.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You called them by a weird nickname.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: ooc characters, please note I made this for shits and giggles and is not meant to be taken seriously, thank you.

𝘼𝙡𝙠𝙖𝙞𝙙

♡ “Hm? Is there something you need, darling?”

♡ Was a bit confused at first but recovers fast.

♡ He might have already guessed it was going to happen at some point in your relationship, however didn't think it would be so soon.

♡ Would tease you back for the weird nickname and potentially use a weird nickname as well.

♡ If you used the weird nickname in public he won’t really mind, however as your punishment for doing so you’re sentenced to cuddles and headpats.

♡ “You’re so cute, my little gremlin with a pencil~” you called him garlic bread.

♡ Nicknames that were used: star stalker, garlic bread, rocky mountain oysters, garden hoe-

𝙇𝙖𝙧𝙨

♡ “Really? Goldie locks??”

♡ He doesn’t hate it, he likes it but he usually pouts when you call him by a very random nickname out of nowhere.

♡ He doesn’t mind the more “tame” versions of your nicknames if you used them in publics, the others? He’s gonna sulk.

♡ Will get revenge by calling you with weird nicknames as well, however is not very creative with them.

♡ Your punishment for these nicknames will usually be no cuddles nor kisses until you comfort him out of his sulking phase.

♡ “That still isn’t enough for me to get out of my sulking phase, snail eggs.”

♡ Nicknames that were used: Waffle fries, baby with a wallet, Goldie locks, w a l n u t

𝘾𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚

♡ “B-Buffalo wings?? What makes you say that?”

♡ Flabbergasted, shocketh, his reaction would probably be the funniest.

♡ Will never get used to you calling him nicknames out of nowhere especially when you call him “buttery croissant”

♡ Do NOT try to call him any of the weird nicknames when he’s at an important event because if you do, I hope your brain has the mental capacity for the extra tutoring from him.

♡ He will try to call you with a weird nickname but will end up snickering to himself when he sees your face and in the end laughs to himself quietly.

♡ “Your answer is wrong, hairless cat.”

♡ Nicknames that were used: Rubiks cube, eight grade math teacher, cat dad, paralysis demon, buttery croissant, buffalo wings.

𝘼𝙮𝙣

♡ "Call me Tsundere one more time, I dare you"

♡ The most unamused out of all of them, he doesn't entirely hate it... later on but it is a nightmare when you started calling him all sorts of things.

♡ He will ignore you in public if you try to call him with any of the names, if you provoke him hard enough consider dodging lessons with the number of times he's gonna shut you up with kisses, or not-

♡ You think he might not call you with weird nicknames but don't let your guard down too quick, he's going to make you regret calling him "short king" (he's not short compared to the average height but since he was the shortest out of everyone on the list I thought it would be funny)

♡ Once you're done and finish with your weird nickname shenanigans it's his turn to attack with the list of weird nicknames he's compiled in secret.

♡ "Where are you looking at, hagfish~?"

♡ Nicknames that were used: emo vampire, batfish, scaramouche kinnie (no offence-).

𝘾𝙖𝙚𝙡

♡ "Breakfast is Crepes with whipped cream and strawberries"

♡ Out of of all the people, he's the one who doesn't seem to have a reaction at all to your nickname shenanigans, he took care of you, of course he's prepared for your chaos.

♡ He doesn't even care what you call him in public, he's that unbothered by it it almost makes you feel bored, however...

♡ Cael seems to frown and has this annoyed look on him, even if it was brief every time you call him by a certain nickname.

♡ He won't treat you out of the ordinary even when you use the nicknames that make him frown a bit, though don't expect to know how he's planning to teach you a lesson in his own way.

♡ "You're drink is bitter? Perhaps I should just give you milk, fetus~" safe to say the war is far from over.

♡ Nicknames that were used: Marinated wine, dinosaur's cousin, princess, great great great great great grandfather.

Au notes: I was bored.

[gimme-noodles-please]

If you're still taking requests for Lovebrush fics and hcs could you write about the first date which each of the LIs? It can be short and all the details are up to you!

First Date Headcannons

characters x gn! reader

—— characters; Aiyin/Ayn, Luchen/Alkaid, Luoxia/Lars, Silan/Clarence, Yexuan/Cael

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Ayn

he would definitely take you to cafe-hopping! we all know how much he loves sweets heh

at first when he asks you out, he asked where you would like to go. he would go with whatever you suggest!

however if you are unable to decide he would suggest to go cafe-hopping :3

being the gentlemen he is, he would pay for everything

he does not really initiate any physical contact, the most he would go is reach for your hand as you both walk down the pathway, only to retract his hand and stuff them in his pocket if you didn’t notice. (he likes to hold your hand 🥺)

“Hmm, the chocolate cake looks delicious. And so does the cheesecake. Oh? You want to try both? Sounds good to me”

Alkaid

he lets you make the decision! however if you can’t decide, he would take you to his favourite hill to stargaze and of course a picnic with food he made himself personally!

there are sandwiches, cupcakes and blended fruit juices, just for you! he’s got everything prepared for a perfect date

it is cute how he seems so contented talking about the constellations you both see while talking about the stories behind it

at the end of the day he would escort you back to your home, hesitantly leaving a gentle kiss on the top of your head as his soft voice bids you goodnight

“Whenever i look into your eyes, I see the whole universe of stars. It’s beautiful, just like you”

Lars

amusement park. he would immediately suggest to go to the amusement park. there isn’t one on the island? no worries, he got his yacht and helicopter at his beck and call. are you worried about the ticket price? don’t worry, he’s got everything covered, just relax and enjoy

he would take your hand in his with no hesitation as he leads you to one ride after the other, resembling an excited puppy going out to play

he likes to go on more thrilling rides but would go on whichever you would like to too! he would prefer to be with you at all times. if you are too scared to ride any thrilling rides, he would not force you, though that does not mean he won’t tease you a litte

he spoils you a lot. if he notices your eyes lingering a little too long on something, like example a huge cotton candy. he would buy one for you despite your protests

“Oh come on, is my little painter scared of a rollercoaster like this~? It’s okay, if you are scared, you can grab onto my arm, I will always be by your side.”

Clarence

he would love to go to the cat cafe! he loves cats and he doesn’t wish to go with something typical like the movies or a fancy restaurant. plus he doubts you would like to go fishing with him.

he is very gentle and respectful throughout the date. like offering his hand when you are walking down the stairs with no railing to hold on to

you might be surprised by how natural clarence is with cats. cats love him for some reason. he teaches you the basics of cat behaviour, how to pet a cat properly and most importantly, asking the cat for permission before patting it

overall it is the chill happi vibes hehe. (he was worried that the date would be too boring for you)

he would definitely buy something for you, like perhaps a matching set of merchandise from the cafe as memory of this day

“I had a great time today, any time spent with you is enjoyable. What about you?”

Cael

dude literally knows you so well considering he was with you throughout your teen years. at some point in time there is an instance when you mentioned to him about your ideal first date

he doesn’t tell you the location and just asked you to prepare, when you asked where you’d be going, he would mysteriously smile and shake his head, saying it is a surprise

you are taken by surprise just how well prepared the date was (he would literally do anything just to make you happy, no matter the cost or methods needed to achieve it. i mean, ‼️SPOILER ALERT‼️ he literally built a cinema before with futuristic technology to show a possible future you might have, there is nothing this man can’t do)

you could tell he was nervous, after all he has never been on a date with someone. the only experience he has is hearing stories from your mom when she was still alive and possibly fangirling about your father

aside from his well-concealed nervousness that only you were able to observe from his slight change in his normally serene expression, you would’ve thought that he had some sort of experience with this considering how flawless and smooth the entire date went.

“My greatest happiness is seeing you happy, seeing you smile makes all my efforts worth it.”

[gepazu]

imagine the boys taking you on your first ever date … lars would be sure to recite everything he’d get you in the front of a mirror as he fixes himself up with a smile and sing-song pitch to his voice. would definitely give you a bouquet of roses with your favorites accentuating the deep greens and reds. he’ll pull a cheesy pickup line that makes you giggle a bit before smiling fondly, holding out his hand—and telling you how darling you look at this very moment <3 also.. if you look closely… you might see a type of longing in his eyes once you catch him staring at your hands and lips. you won’t tell him he got caught or something.. but you will kiss him on the cheek after your date and wave goodbye—not knowing the hand you’re waving with now loudly jingles with the keys to his heart <3.

clarence, on the other hand, would be the fidgety type—hands never seeming to pull his tie right (he almost choked because he didn’t realize he pulled too tightly). despite his stoic expression in front of his dress-mirror, his ears to his nape are flushed a cherry-blossom pink; breathing a bit erratic as he imagines the expression on your face when you seem him prim and proper at the cafe. would you smile? be amazed? be as fidgety as he is right no—wait, he wasn’t fidgety! he isn’t, he tells himself with a cough before looking at his watch, seeing his reflection in it, and groans inwardly. okay… maybe he is a bit flustered.. but it’s probably because it’s you he’s going out with. he’s utterly infatuated with you… and the problem is he wasn’t taught anything about love (until now—until you, that is) <3.

and cael.. oh cael. you’re heart is going to feel like bursting multiple times mid-date from his actions and antics! he knows you inside and out, having taken care of you after you were entrusted into his arms from a young age. despite having seen and known you for what feels like a sweet forevermore—his heart stills manages to spill all over you in some rare moments when your hand slips between his, lips covered with bits and pieces of cotton candy he can’t help but want to kiss to get a taste of you. his thoughts grab ahold of him and reel him in by the baited hook; leaning in to kiss the uplifted corner of your mouth. blue silver strands dawn down at your shoulders, a wave of stiffness and doe overcoming your entire body. a quiet apology snaps you out of your daze, the feeling of daylight dappling heated skin becoming a familiar kiss. you think the sudden apology was strange and out of place, but your fingers entangled with his wasn’t. it was right, and perhaps a silent word of “forgiveness” that the man was grateful for, truly. what else did he realize he felt truly? his growing love for you <3.

© GEPAZU 2023.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — i feel like i should tag @lovebrushed bc she gave me the inspo for writing this (I AM SO SORRY IF U DONT LIKE THE TAG) (plus the fact there was indeed an x reader tag for lbc KBDKDHDKHD) so yea! take this as a sign of me joining the lovebrush chronicle writing fandom! KHSLSJSLSKAKS

[chalkscene]

lovebrush chronicles ⇢ NOT LEAVING THIS GARDEN OF EDEN

you did follow through your plan, you tell yourself. you saved earth and went straight back home. you just didn’t plan on going back to eden. after all, home is where the heart is.

ft. ayn alwyn, alkaid mcgrath, lars rorschach & clarence clayden

note: reimagined eden endings because i’m still sad i didn’t pull a single eden ssr illustra <//3 also i apologize for the big blocks of texts lmao

“hey, chief. remember little leaf?” o’connor suddenly asks. AYN freezes at the mention of his second-in-command’s endearment for you and though he doesn’t mean to intimidate his companion, there’s a permanent glare in his gaze on o’connor which makes the latter panic in fear. o’connor’s hands shoot straight to his head as he begs, “please don’t burn my hair. it was just a question.” the chief stifles a snort, “i’m not gonna do anything.” o’connor sighs in relief before ayn answers his earlier inquiry, “i remember. why do you ask?” “i was just wondering. how do you think she’s doing?” in an attempt to mask the longing he still feels since you left, ayn simply shrugs, “safe, probably. she’s home now.” “she is.” it’s not o’connor who speaks this time and just like that, ayn feels his entire body go tense—he’d know that voice anywhere. unbeknownst to him, you’ve been standing just a few feet behind him. the moment you walked into the busy tavern today, the members of the order perked up at the sight of you but before they could express the slightest glee, you urgently signalled them to hush. you’re grateful that despite their undying loyalty to ayn, they play along. when you finally speak, the room falls into complete silence as every single member of the order awaits ayn’s reaction. his suspicions are confirmed by the smirk from o’connor who’s now looking past him and straight at you, beaming, “hey, little leaf!” ayn spins on his heel to face you, the usually blunt man now rendered speechless. you can’t help but tease him, “i can’t believe i managed to sneak up on you. you’re losing your touch, ayn.” the seconds that follow pass in a blur and you find yourself in the strong yet gentle embrace of ayn’s arms once again. “you’re back…” ayn mutters, clear disbelief in his tone as if to convince himself that he’s not dreaming and you barely contain your giggles, feeling hopelessly smitten with this boy, “like you said. i’m home.”

with the lantern glowing in his hand, ALKAID is strolling along a commercial district—the exact replica of the street he took you to in eden—and like they always do, his thoughts drift back to you. if you could see this new eden, would you be proud of him? he can’t help but wonder. he hasn’t fully regained his capacity to feel a multitude of emotions since he paid the price to rebuild eden into a better place but one thing’s for certain—he yearns for you. but he also knows that if a star were to fall from the sky tonight, it would be incredibly selfish of him to wish for your return. he can only wish for your safety and happiness wherever you are. that should be enough, he tells himself. you already granted him three days to be his lover—much more than what he deserved after everything he had done. he’s not in any position to demand for more. but the universe is quick to differ because sitting on a bench just a few feet away now is your figure. before he can stop himself, alkaid calls your name and you immediately turn to the sound of his voice. both falling in a state of disbelief at the sight of each other, neither of you say anything for a moment. “hi,” you speak first. it takes some effort but alkaid manages to find his voice, “what are you doing here?” “i didn’t know where to look for you,” you suppose that’s not exactly what he meant with his question but your reply still answers it all the same—i came back because i promised i’d find you. your eyes then dart to the lantern in his hands, “you still have it.” “i kept it. i don’t know why i brought it with me though,” he admits bashfully, his boyish grin so childlike it leaves no trace of the master of eden he used to be. and it’s the loveliest you’ve ever seen him. “i was going to give it to you before you left,” alkaid adds, “you can have it now so you can bring it back home… if you want it.” “if that’s the only reason you’re giving it to me then i can’t take it,” you try to sound as solemnly as you can and guilt immediately gnaws at you when alkaid visibly deflates at the rejection. still, out of respect for your decision, he simply gives a resigned nod, ”i understand.” “i don’t think you do.” you can no longer fight the smile pulling on the corners of your lips and alkaid looks nothing short of confused. “alkaid, i’m staying.”

after a long trip beyond the borders of eden, LARS couldn’t be more ecstatic to go home and get some rest but as he rummages his backpack for his keys, something at the foot of the door catches his eye—a small pot of cactus. maybe his mind is playing tricks on him but the prickly succulent looks identical to the one he gifted you during your time in eden. he recounts the past events, from your arrival in this world down to the moment you left. he’s sure he packed the cactus for you. “at least, put that in a box before you stuff it in my bag next time,” you quip as you come into lars’s view, raising your finger to show him the small bandage over the spot where the cactus pricked you. with the traveler stood frozen and speechless, you take it upon yourself to cross the distance between the two of you. soon, lars is reaching for your hand as if to inspect the tiny wound but that is the furthest thing from his mind right now. he’s trying to process the sight of you standing in front of him and holding his hand and that this is all, in fact, very real. still, he manages to match your teasing. “how about daisies, hm? would that be better?” brazenness drips from his tone but there’s obvious sincerity swimming in his eyes. you can’t even describe how badly you missed those blue eyes. “much,” you tell him. in an instant, the playful atmosphere dissipates until there’s nothing but genuine longing in the air surrounding you both. “i thought you went home,” he says softly but you don’t miss the subtle shiver in his voice as he keeps it steady. “i did.” “why did you come back?” “i wanted to see you again.” “but it’s safer there.” “i feel safer with you.” lars doesn’t have a rebuttal to that. “i missed you, lars.” “i missed you, too,” he mutters as he takes you in his arms, planting a chaste kiss on your forehead, “are you sure about this? i don’t think i can let you go again.” with a giggle, you cradle his face and bring him closer for a kiss that he’s eager to reciprocate. “i don’t want you to,” you mumble against his lips.

eden has begun to live up to its name since CLARENCE took over but sometimes, the falcon in him still comes out and clarence finds himself at a shooting range practicing his aim—not that he ever needs it. he can hit multiple bullseyes in a row within seconds. but better safe than sorry and today is no exception. when he shoots the last of his ammunition, an audible thud shortly follows, catching his attention. he immediately glances at the target and at the center, among his many gunshots, one rubber bullet stands out. on full alert, clarence scans the area to deduce the possible source of the dart only to be met by the last person he ever expected to find in eden—you. “i didn’t think i’d get that on the first try,” you quip. “what are you doing here?” the urgency in his voice contradicts the cheeky expression on your face. “i took some shooting lessons and i wanted to show you,” you tell him proudly, “but i’m not sure if they’re eden standards.” clarence huffs out a laughter at your remark as he shakes his head in amusement. your playful wit hasn’t changed one bit, to his relief. “if you want me to teach you, just ask,” he banters. “i literally hit a bullseye,” you retort but clarence only shrugs, “beginner’s luck.” his mock indifference reminds you of the clarence—or rather, the falcon—you met when you first arrived in eden. it’s only been a few months but it all feels like a distant memory that you can’t help but laugh about it now. not wanting to waste another second apart from him, you cross the space separating you, running into his arms where he catches you with ease. “i was scared you wouldn’t remember me,” you mutter against his shoulder and a soft chuckle escapes him as he deems the mere idea of your confession ridiculous, “i never stopped thinking about you.” when you eventually pull away, clarence’s gaze drops to the gun in your hand. “what kind of gun is that?” “this?” you hold it up so clarence can get a better look at it, “it’s a nerf gun. and it’s just a toy.” you point the gun at clarence and aim for his arm. before he can protest, you pull the trigger to prove it causes no serious injury, “see?” still, the impact makes him flinch. “where did you get it?” “i brought it with me.” the insinuation of home in your reply slightly dampens clarence’s mood. he can’t help but ask, “how long are you staying?” “depends,” you answer in a tone that’s unwaveringly cheery, “how long are the lessons you promised?” the corners of clarence’s lips quirk up at your joshing and hope begins to bubble in his chest, “as long as you want them.”

[idyllcy]

for all time/lovebrush chronicles boys as kisses

word count: 481

summary: how the lovebrush boys kiss you

Ai Yin / Ayn

Ayn presses his lips to yours like he's waited for you his whole life, his lips are molded to yours as he practically tries to absorb you, his passion bleeding through his hands as he holds you to him desperately. He kisses you like he's lost you in a past life again and again, and he kisses you like he has nothing left but you in this world. He kisses you like he's going to lose you and he's terrified of what's to come when you have to inevitably pull away.

Lu Chen / Alkaid

Alkaid kisses you like a butterfly— his lips brush against yours only once before he pulls away, cheeks warm and neck red, and you have to pull him in again if you want a kiss again. His lips brush yours for a second as if you're something he's not allowed to have, and his lips feel like a heaven in a world far away from you. Alkaid kisses you like he's not allowed to, like the two of you are destined to break as soon as one of you step over the line.

Luo Xia / Lars

Lars kisses you with both hands on your cheek as he leans over you to the best of his ability, the love bleeding from his chest to yours as he presses it to yours, and he kisses you like he's going to spend tomorrow and forever with you. He kisses you like that moment in time is the only thing that matters, even if you're going to leave someday. Yet, he kisses you in the present, a sense of determination that he'll never lose you, and even when he presses his tongue into your mouth for more, he is there, and so are you.

Si Lan / Clarence

Clarence kisses you like he knows there are many more to come. His fingers wrap around your waist gently as he tilts his head to slot his lips against yours better. He kisses you like he knows that you are his destined one in this world, and the way he rests his hand on the back of your head to help you angle is a reminder of how far the two of you have come. He kisses you like he's sure you're the one destined for him, and that you have eternity ahead of the two of you, so there's no rush.

Ye Xuan / Cael

Cael kisses you awkwardly, his fingers curled next to him as he's scared to touch you, worried that if he does, he'd be committing some kind of sin, that he'd break you by kissing you back too hard. He kisses you like he's not supposed to, fingers delicate against your skin as his thumb brushes your cheek and he tucks your hair behind your ear, his eyes half-lidded as he takes in your expression, always worried that some higher deity outside of his control would steal you away at any moment.

[suoncr]

Finally drawing again tday,feeling good that im outta artblock after 3 months >_< Heres a smalllllll rorschach doodle @ school,im super proud of it rn (approximately 45 mins)

Ironically i still hvnt drawn ayn even tho this blog is ayn-dedicated.but oh well,i suppose the luo xia fans will (hopefully) eat tis up :3

REFERENCE (for all time cn)

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