#because this is your only chance to sleep before you're expected to be awake for fifteen more hours

[watermelinoe]

i think if discipline could cure a sleep disorder it would have worked for me by now

[ahsokaismyqueen]

Stay Stay Stay Pairing - Tyler Owens x Fem!Reader Summary - Until you met Tyler, you'd only had shitty boyfriends who would leave at the first sign of trouble or when you started to get too attached. Tyler Owens however is there to show you that he's in it for the long run, even when he finds out you're pregnant with his child. Word Count - 4.5k Warnings - Pregnant Reader, but this is just 4k words of pure fluff based on Taylor Swift's Stay Stay Stay ngl.

You woke up feeling miserable. You had barely gotten any sleep, staying up most of the night crying, and all you could think about was how stupid the fight you and Tyler had seemed now. You glanced over at the clock on your bedside table, and shot up when you realized how late it was. Tyler might have already gone, and now you wouldn’t get the chance to say how sorry you were. The fear of that gripping your chest had you rolling out of bed and out the door. What you saw in the hallway however, had you stopping in your tracks. 

 As soon as you shut the door behind you, Tyler jolted awake from his spot on the floor, rubbing his eyes. He was still in his clothes from last night, the button up and jeans, complete with cowboy boots. “You stayed out here all night?” You asked, emotion tight in your throat. 

Tyler looked up at you, brushing his hair back from his face. “Of course I did. Didn’t know if you might need me or not after those nightmares you’ve been having.” 

“But - but I threw something-”

“Your phone.” He informed you. 

Heat rushed to your face in embarrassment. “-My phone at you.” 

“I don’t know if I’d really say ‘at me’. If so, your aim was pretty off for someone who used to play baseball.” He said, and he started to move so he could stand up. 

Before he could though, you bent down and scrambled into his lap, wrapping your arms and legs around him as the tears fell down your cheeks. 

He let out a surprised grunt, but put his arms around you as well. “To be honest, not the greeting I was expecting this morning.” He said in a strained voice, probably because you were squeezing him so tight. 

“I thought you left already, and I didn’t want you to leave mad at me, because if something happened to you out there. . .” You wondered if he could even understand you with the way your tears messed with your breathing, but you had to tell him. The thought of him leaving while the two of you were mad at each other made you feel sick. 

“Hey,” Tyler started running a hand through your hair, the comfort of the motion easing into you. “I wasn’t about to leave without talking to you. I told them I’d catch up.” You closed your eyes as you felt his lips against the side of your head. “And you know I can’t leave without my good luck kiss.” 

You pulled back so you could look at him when you said this. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I got so mad. I’ve just been all over the place lately, and I feel like I’m losing my mind. I’m mad one second, the next I’m sobbing, then I can’t keep my eyes open, and the next second I feel like I’m going to die if I’m not jumping your bones-”

Tyler reached up and brushed your tears away with his thumb. “That one’s my favorite.” He said with a smirk. 

You leaned forward, resting your forehead against his. “I think I’m going crazy.” 

“Baby, you chase tornados in your spare time. Pretty sure by most people’s standards you are crazy,” he said, putting some hair behind your ear. 

You shook your head, and playfully smacked him in the chest. “I’m serious. I mean I know I get a little crazy around-” the thought hit you like a freight train. “Tyler, what’s today?” 

His brow furrowed, his smirk turning into a frown. “Sunday . . .”

“No! I mean what day of the month?” Were the calculations you were doing in your head right? Had the time passed that quickly? 

“It’s the 11th. Why?” 

Oh god. You gripped his face in your hands. “Ty, I’m late.” 

Tyler squinted at you. “Did you have somewhere to go . . . ?” 

You shook your head, your eyes wide with panic. “No, Tyler. I’m late.” You grabbed one of his arms and put his hand on your stomach, giving him a significant look. 

It was funny, how you could almost see the gears moving in his mind. It was like when he was trying to decide what storm to chase. You could tell the exact moments your words and actions landed. His eyes widened, and he glanced down at your stomach, then you. “You’re late . . . For that?” 

You nodded, watching his face for his reaction. It was an accident of course. The two of you tried to be careful, but one night a couple of months ago after an insane chase . . . The adrenaline got the better of both of you. While you had known you could get pregnant, you thought the chances of it happening the one time you didn’t use protection couldn’t be that high. Well, the universe might be proving you wrong. You weren’t sure how you felt about the possibility, but you were damn sure terrified of what Tyler might be thinking. 

You didn’t need to be. 

A slow grin started to spread on his face, and within seconds you found yourself hoisted over his shoulder and into the air. 

Letting out a little shriek, you grabbed a hold of his shirt. “Tyler! Put me down!” 

“Can’t! Got to go buy a pregnancy test.” He said, giving you a smack on the ass that made you squeal again. 

“We can’t! I’m not wearing pants!” 

“You don’t need pants to take a pregnancy test!” He said. 

A laugh left your lips at that, but then you smacked his back to get his attention. “Ty, what about the crew? They’re waiting on you. I can take the test, and call you-”

He put you down then, his hands holding your face and making you look at him. “If you think there is anything more important to me right now than this, you’re wrong.”  

It almost embarrassed you that you had thought for even a second any different. “I might not be, you know? I could actually be losing my mind.” 

Tyler shrugged. “Either way, there’s no place I’d rather be right now than here with you.” He said, sliding his hands down to grab your own, then leaned forward to give you one of the sweetest kisses you’ve ever had in your life, all gentle and tender, enough to almost bring tears back to your eyes. “Now, there’s my good luck kiss.” He said once he pulled away. 

“And what do you need good luck for, huh Owens?” You asked, raising your eyebrows at him. 

He smirked at you. “I’ll tell you later.” 

And he did. In about five months after he shot fireworks up in a tornado to reveal you were having a boy, just like he wanted. 

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“Ty! I can pick up potatoes. I’m barely showing.” You said, shaking your head at him as he dived in front of you to get the sack of potatoes before you could. 

He put them in the grocery cart, leaning over it and crossing his arms. “See, I know that, but the gentleman in me won’t let the woman carrying my son do something as lowly as pick up potatoes.” 

You rolled your eyes. It was sweet, but you knew it was also going to drive you crazy. “If you don’t let me do some things I might murder you in your sleep. I hope you know that.” 

Tyler raised his eyebrows at you, pretending to look confused. “Then who would reach all the stuff on the top shelf?” He asked, his expression morphing into a smirk as you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“I guess I’ll have to find another tall, handsome cowboy. Shouldn’t be too hard.” You teased, and then grabbed the cart, pushing it past him. 

He stopped you, grabbing you around the waist, holding you back against his chest and pressing a kiss against your neck. “Unfortunately, you’ll find I’m very hard to replace.” He murmured against your skin. 

You couldn’t help but laugh, elbowing him in the side. “All right cowboy, if you’re going to not let me pick anything up heavier than three pounds, go do me a favor and get the water. Lily said you guys are running low, and the weather conditions for the weekend look rough.” 

Tyler pressed another kiss against your neck, and then let you go. “Whatever you say ma’am.” 

You watched him walk away, a sight you always enjoyed in those jeans, then hurried up to get as many of your groceries as you could before Tyler came back to not let you do anything again. 

“Well, look who it is.” 

Oh god, you knew that voice. It was one you hadn’t heard in years now, and one you hoped never to hear again. You almost didn’t want to turn around so you could pretend it wasn’t there, but you knew this person wasn’t going to allow that to happen. It would hurt his ego too much. Turning around, you let out a sigh at the familiar face. “Hey, Charles.” 

Your ex was a dick. In fact almost all of your exes were dicks. Until you started dating Tyler, you hadn’t known what it was like to date someone that put you above themselves. Charles was no different. In fact, he was one of the worst, and the way he was looking at you right now made you want to throw up. Or maybe that was the morning sickness . . . 

“I’ve got to say,” he looked you up and down. “You’re looking good.” 

Nope, it wasn't morning sickness. “Thanks.” You replied, moving your cart so you could go around him. Hopefully you could make a quick escape and pretend this whole interaction had never happened. “It was good seeing you.” Lies. 

He grabbed the cart, stopping you in your tracks. “Wait a second. Don’t you think we should catch up some? I mean it’s been-”

“Five years.” You answered, your hands squeezing the handle of the cart. 

He smirked. “You kept track?” 

You wanted to smack that expression off his face, “to celebrate.” 

The nice facade faded upon your words. “You know, I thought maybe you’d changed over the years, but it seems like you’re still a-”

“Got the waters!” You breathed a quick little sigh of relief as Tyler came to a stop beside you, carrying not one, but two packs of water. He placed them in the cart, flipped his baseball cap around backwards, and put his hand on the small of your back. “Who’s this?” Tyler asked with his charming grin. 

You took a step closer to Tyler, not because you were scared of Charles, but because you liked the comfort of his presence. Something you never felt with the douche in front of you now. “You remember me telling you about Charles? This is him.” 

To Charles, Tyler showed no response to the name, but you felt the hand on your back press a little harder against your skin. Tyler turned to look at you, and there was a little glimmer in his eyes when he spoke. “I don’t actually. Are you sure you’ve mentioned someone named Charles before?” 

You had to bite back a smirk once you realized what he was up to. “Yeah, I think so.” You played along. 

“Hmmm, I must not have thought it was that important. Anyway, Tyler Owens.” He held out his hand to Charles, and you watched Charles’s face with delight. Not only had Tyler made him feel unimportant, something you knew from experience he couldn’t stand, but Tyler was . . . a big man. At least a foot taller than Charles, and more muscles on him than this guy could ever hope to have. You didn’t however expect the look of disbelief that crossed his face. 

“Tyler Owens? The tornado wrangler?” He asked, almost too shocked to shake his hand, but then he collected himself and reached for Tyler’s. 

“The very same.” He said. “Though I’ve got to say, I think my favorite title is her future husband.” He said, nodding his head back to you. 

Heat flushed straight to your face at the bold statement. Tyler and you hadn’t talked much about marriage. You had thought that might be the logical next step, but you also didn’t want to bring it up if it scared him away. With past boyfriends, including the one in front of you, it always had. You should’ve known by now though that Tyler was nothing like that. You leaned into him more now, smiling as his arm went around you and his hand rested on your stomach. 

“Her future-” Charles looked dumbfounded, and you also didn’t miss the wince when Tyler shook his hand probably more roughly than necessary. 

“Got to lock her down, you know? Plenty of other idiots have already let her go. I’m not going to make the same mistake.” Tyler replied, giving you a smile full of mischief. 

You placed your hand on top of the one he had on your stomach. “Ty, I’m having your baby. I don’t think you have to worry about that.” You assured him, your smile widening as he kissed your cheek. 

“You’re - you’re pregnant?” 

You’d almost forgotten Charles was there with Tyler’s sudden proclamation, but his words pulled your attention back to him. Turning to the side, you let him see the slight curve to your stomach. “Yep. Four months to go before we meet our baby boy.” 

As soon as you said the words, Tyler’s face lit up with genuine excitement like it always did. “I can’t wait.” He turned back to Charles, putting both of his arms around you protectively now. “How do you two know each other again?” Tyler asked, and once again you had to fight back a laugh. 

“It doesn’t matter.” You said, looking back up at Tyler with a soft smile. “We need to be getting out of here anyway right babe?” 

“Yes ma’am. Well, it was nice to meet you, Chuck.” Tyler said, stepping back from you so he could grab a hold of the cart with one hand, taking your hand in the other. 

You couldn’t hold your laughter back anymore at that point, entwining your fingers together as you followed him to the register, leaving Charles standing dumbfounded in your wake. 

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It was the thing you had been the most scared of happening. You had no one else to blame other than yourself though. You were the one who had insisted that Tyler go on the chase. It was supposed to be a large storm, and you reminded him that it was the last one he’d probably go on for a while since the season was ending, as was your pregnancy. You had faith that he would be careful, knowing that he wouldn’t risk anything that would endanger him from meeting his son. 

What you hadn’t expected however, was your water to break three weeks early. 

It was safe to say you were panicking when you called your sister to come get you, and by the time they wheeled you back to your room, you were close to a full blown meltdown. “I can’t do this without him.” You told her, holding your stomach as if that could keep him in, tears streaming down your face. “And he’s at least five hours away! What if I don’t have that long?!”

Your sister, who was more calm than you, grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze. “He will make it, I’m sure. You’ve texted him right?” 

You bit your lip, and when your sister gave you a look, you blurted. “I didn’t want to ruin his chase! I thought I’d wait to see if the doctor was even going to take me!” 

“Oh my god.” She reached into your bag and grabbed your phone. You held out your hand for it, but she was already texting away. “There, done.” 

“What did you say?” 

But she didn’t answer, instead she waited about ten seconds and said, “he said he’s on his way.” 

You nodded, watching as she put your phone back in your purse. God you hoped he was going to make it. The thought of doing this without him was terrifying. You were already scared enough that something was wrong because of how early he was. Having to have this baby without Tyler by your side, reassuring you the whole way, seemed impossible. 

A few minutes later, while you were lost in your thoughts, the door to your room opened and a nurse walked in. “Hey, honey, how’re we doing?” 

“She’s panicking.” Your sister replied for you. 

You glared at her. “My boyfriend, he’s - he’s not going to be able to get here for a few hours, do you think I have that long?” 

She gave you a sympathetic smile. “Well that’s according to him I’d say, because I speak from experience when I say babies don’t wait for no one.” She said. 

Oh god, he wasn’t going to make it. You just knew it. He wasn’t going to make it in time, and you would have to try and do this without him, and you didn’t think that you could. You needed him. You needed him so badly it added to the pain you were already in, and the worst part was that it was your fault. If you hadn’t forced him to go on that chase - 

“I’m here, I’m here!” 

To your complete and utter shock, Tyler came sliding into your room, taking his cowboy hat off and hurrying to your side. 

“Ty?” Was all you could think to say.

“Did I miss anything?” Tyler asked, taking your hand in his own and looking at your nurse. 

“Dad, I assume?” The nurse said with a smile. 

Tyler beamed at the use of the word. “About to be.” 

“In that case, you haven’t missed a thing yet. We’re about to take some vitals and get this show on the road.” She informed him. “Glad you could make it.” She said, and left your room. Your sister, sensing the two of you needed some alone time, followed close behind. 

Once they had both left, your thoughts caught up to your brain, and you squeezed Tyler’s hand. “Tyler Owens, I’ve never been more happy to see you in my entire life, but how the hell did you get here so fast?” 

He gave you an affectionate smile, and reached up to wipe away the tears you didn’t even know you’d still been crying. “Yeah, so about that chase . . . I never went.” 

“You - you what?” 

He started stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. “You were less than a month away from having our son. I knew you’d blame yourself if I didn’t go, but I also knew if something happened while I was away . . . You’d blame yourself too. So I just . . . stayed at a hotel the past couple of nights.” 

You couldn’t even be mad. He knew you too well, and the relief you felt that he was here to help you was too much to be upset. “I was so scared you were going to miss it.” 

“Not for the largest tornado in the world baby.” Tyler said, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss it. “You ready to do this?” He asked as they started wheeling in the equipment. 

Not five minutes ago you were horrified. The effect of Tyler’s presence on your emotions was remarkable. With him by your side, you had no doubts that you could do this. You could have this baby. “Now that you’re here? Definitely.” 

Tyler leaned forward to give you the last kiss the two of you would have before you were parents, the smile on his lips unmistakable. 

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“He looks so much like you it’s like you birthed him.” You said with a tired laugh. It was god knows how many hours later, you had never been more tired in your life, and somehow you and Tyler had squeezed into your tiny hospital bed. You were leaning against his shoulder, eyes glued to the baby he held in his arms that was looking up at you both curiously. 

“Not completely. I know that nose anywhere.” He said, gently tapping your son in the nose. Then, for the first time since his son had been placed in his arms, he looked at you, the unmistakable glint of tears in his eyes. “He’s perfect.” 

You knew that you were already emotional. You were exhausted, overwhelmed and a million other things at once, but the way Tyler was looking at your son, then at you? Your whole body seemed to light up with warmth. It was love all over his face, pure, intense love, and you didn’t think you’d ever be able to forget what it looked like again. You felt too choked up to speak, so you slipped your arm through his to curl your hand around his bicep, and turned your head to kiss his shoulder. 

A smile formed on your face as Tyler looked back at your son, that adoring expression not fading for a second. “This is the best day of my life so far.” 

“So far?” You said curiously. 

“Well, you haven’t agreed to marry me yet.” He replied, grinning over at you. 

Your smile widened, giving his arm a little squeeze. “Ty, you haven’t asked.” 

“I haven’t?” Tyler said, pretending to look confused. “It’s a great proposal. You’ll just have to wait and see.” 

You rolled your eyes, but the thought of Tyler proposing to you made you feel giddy. “Does it involve fireworks in a tornado?” You teased. 

He shook his head. “Nah, been there, done that. Boone would love it though.” Tyler shifted your son, who cuddled right against his chest. “By the way, the crew’s waiting outside with your sister.” 

You sat further up, wincing when you moved too quickly. “Jeez Tyler, how long have they been out there?” 

“Since they dropped me off.” He admitted. 

“You mean none of them went on the chase either?” You said in shock. 

Tyler shook his head again, “They said this was going to be better than any tornado.” 

Your throat clogged with emotion again, and you really hoped this crying at the drop of a hat wasn’t going to last long. “Go get them! They deserve to see him!” 

He reached up, brushing a tear away from your face. “Are you sure? I know how tired you are, and I can tell them to come back tomorrow.” 

“I can sleep when they’re gone. Right now I want them to see what they gave up a chase for.” You said, holding out your arms for the baby. 

Tyler leaned forward, giving you a kiss on your forehead and handing your son over as gently as if he was made of glass. You smiled as he snuggled right up to your chest, and knew that there was no better feeling in the world than this right here. When you looked up, Tyler was staring at the two of you as if he was trying to memorize this moment. “I love you.” He said finally. 

You felt like you could float at that moment, so light and loved. “We love you too.” You told him, and the softest smile formed on his face. “Go,” you told him before you started crying again. “We’re not going anywhere.” You joked. 

“You better not.” He played along, giving you a mock stern look, and then he went outside the door. 

Not ten seconds later you heard a cheer from outside your door, and you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at their enthusiasm. Of course, they were shushed by nurses, and then Tyler brought them all in. 

You smiled at them as your sister, Lily, Boone, Dex and Dani’s eyes all went straight to the baby in your arms. Lily, Dani, your sister and Dex rushed forward to get a better look and started cooing over him, the biggest smiles on their faces while Boone hung back, eyes wide like he couldn’t believe the baby was a real thing.

“We got you guys something.” Dex said, holding up some familiar looking material as Tyler got back into the bed with you. He handed him the shirts, and Tyler unfolded them, letting out a laugh before showing them to you. It was similar to the normal shirts, but instead of Tyler���s face, it was a baby with a cowboy hat. That would have been hilarious enough, but instead of saying, “not my first tornadeo” it said, “this is my first babeo.” 

“Oh my god, it’s so cheesy. I love it.” You said with a laugh yourself. 

“We also got little man . . .” Dani held up a little onesie that said, “mini wrangler” on it with their tornado logo. 

You grinned, looking down at the bundle of cuteness in your arms. “It’s perfect.” You said, turning your smile to them. “Thank you guys for bringing Ty by the way, and staying. I would have understood if you all went on the chase.” 

“Are you crazy? We weren’t going to miss this.” Lily said, giving your son a little wave. 

Your eyes went over to Boone though, still standing back a little ways. The man who had gone into tornados and helped shoot fireworks and rockets up into them was looking at the baby in your arms like it was a bomb. “Hey Boone, you want to hold him?” You asked. 

“Oh, I don’t - I wouldn’t even know how-”

But Dani was already pushing him towards you. “It’s all right Boone, you got this.” You reassured him, sitting up a little more to hand him your son. 

“Make sure you get the back of his head.” Tyler said, watching with the eyes of a hawk as you gently placed him in Boone’s arms. 

“Woah.” Boone said, as he looked down at him. 

Tyler wrapped his arm around your shoulder, and now that your arms were free, you curled into his side, resting your head on his chest and wrapping your arm around his stomach. 

“T, man! He looks just like you!” Boone said, and you smiled at the excitement in his voice. 

“Except for the nose.” Tyler said, and you found your eyes closing as Tyler pressed a kiss to the top of your head. 

He was so comfortable, and you were so tired. You felt yourself starting to drift off as his thumb brushed up and down your shoulder. It was hard not to when you felt so safe and loved, surrounded by your family, your new baby and the love of your life. 

Tyler could sense it, and he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “You want me to kick them out?” 

You shook your head, tightening your grip on him. “They can stay.” You murmured, nuzzling into him. “Make sure Boone doesn’t get too excited and drop our baby.” You joked. 

“Yes ma’am.” Tyler responded with a chuckle, pulling you closer. “You go ahead and rest. I'll be here when you wake up.” 

“I know.” You mumbled sleepily with a soft smile. “You always stay.”

[freyito]

ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴡ/ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏꜱ

this is another little drabble thing for all the men in mk1, since i thought it was another super cute idea and i have so many requests for the lin kuei trio! but barley any for any other characters!!! i think they all deserve the same love :D these are pretty much little snippets of like how they sleep, what they do before they go to bed with you, little late night excursions, and who wakes up first/how they wake up, stuff like that :) this one took a looooot out of me goddamn, but i love it and i hope u all enjoy it too!!!!

cw: gn reader, literally just fluff, shang tsung is a diiiiiiva, proofread

-Liu Kang

Nights with Liu Kang are ethereal. When you're up to it, he's gonna take you to the most secluded place he can think of, where you can almost see the entire universe shining within the sky. He'll recount stories from the past to you, point out constellations,- even in the overcrowded sky- and even make up some, just for fun. Just because he's a god doesn't mean he won't make time for you. He actively seeks you out during the night, really.

Liu Kang doesn't move much in his sleep, either. He's got his arms around you, and his head pressed up against yours. It's the only way he can sleep well, he says. If you slip out of his arms somehow, he's awake almost immediately. It gives him peace of mind. He's also relatively warm, since he is the god of fire. So don't expect to be all covered up in blankets.

Liu Kang also refuses to leave until you are awake. He does not want to give the impression that he is abandoning you, he knows what its like to suddenly wake up alone. Quite frankly, you take precedence over godhood, and he doesn't mind waiting to start his day.

-Bi-Han

Bi-Han really enjoys nightly walks through the forest. He believes it's a great way to end the day and to wind down. The soft sounds of the wind running through the leaves, a streaming flowing in the distance, and no one but you and him. Sometimes, he'll just enjoy the silence, and other times he'll talk to you. Mundane things, stuff that even he seems to prideful to ask. But he'll ask about your day, and he'll want every little detail. Especially if you didn't get to spend your day with him.

Bi-Han also doesn't move at all in his sleep. He'll hold you every now and then, but he's more than content just sharing a bed with you. As said before, he almost has an aversion to touch. Sometimes he'll turn his back to you, but not because he's mad. It's simply a comfortable position. There are some times where he will wake up in the middle of the night and find himself wanting to hold you, so he will. He'll hold you close, almost as if he's afraid of loosing you.

Normally, Bi-Han wakes up first. Sometimes he'll be gone when you wake up, but he's soon to return. Other times, you wake up in his arms, while he's still sleeping. It's a game of chance to see who wakes up first, really.

-Kuai Liang

Kuai Liang will always wind down simply by laying in bed with you, your legs tangled amongst each other, his fingers caught up in your hair. He's so close to you, just mere centimeters from his lips, yet he does not close the distance. His eyes are transfixed on you, the silence full of love and passion and content. At the very last moment, when you get too impatient, he finally places his lips on yours. And you always melt into them, every single time.

Kuai Liang tends to move in his sleep a little, but not enough to wake you. Normally, you two will fall asleep spooning, but you'll wake up with him either pushed away from you, or somehow even closer. It's not voluntary, and when he finds himself away from you, he's a little heartbroken. But he'll make up for it, almost too quickly.

Kuai Liang will always wake up before you, he enjoys watching your sleeping face. He loves these small moments of vulnerability, it's something that matters deeply to him. To him, being able to fall asleep with someone isn't easy. He has to be comfortable being with you, and for you to be this vulnerable with him, it makes his heart skip a beat.

-Johnny Cage

Two words. Night drives. Johnny is and always will be down to take night drives with you. Around the city, somewhere in those smaller towns, or even on the country roads. Even if he complains that the country roads will fuck up his tires. He'll go anywhere you want, play any music you want, or none if you prefer Johnny's sweet, smooth voice. He'll always have his hand on your thigh, too. His hand won't wander, but he definitely enjoys your presence.

Johnny can't stay fucking still in his sleep, not for a second. Yeah, maybe he'll fall asleep with you in his arms, but when you wake up, he's sprawled out over the bed like Patrick fucking Star. You've lost track of how many times you've been kicked off the bed. All in love, though. He isn't doing it on purpose, he swears. Pinky swears. He'll get a bigger bed, soon! So you don't have to fight for your life to stay on it over the night!

You will always wake up before him, unless Johnny has a gig. He hates waking up in the morning, even if it's next to you. However, if you make an attempt to get out of bed while he's still asleep, he'll subconsciously grab onto you. He condemns you to an eternity in bed with him, as if it's your own personal hell. It isn't, but you always pout.

-Kenshi Takahashi

Like Kuai Liang, Kenshi prefers nothing more than settling down with you in bed. He enjoys the mood, having you rest your head on his bare chest, playing with your hair, running his hands down your back. Those quiet moments where you two just enjoy each others presence, finding peace within the chaos of the world. As ashamed as he is to be considered a (former) Yakuza, he does enjoy it when you trace his tattoos with your gentle hands.

While you fall asleep on Kenshi's chest more often then not, he's quite restless. He has a habit of waking up in the middle of the night and seeking your comfort. And when you end up waking up with him, there are very quiet, tender moments. He'll call you his, runs his hands down your body all warm and tender, and kiss you passionately. If those moments don't end up with something else, simply sharing the intimacy and his feelings for you gets him to go back to sleep.

Surprisingly, you'll wake up before Kenshi does. Always. Perhaps it's the fact that he can never get a full nights sleep. But he likes waking up to you being there, he won't throw a fit like Johnny does if you get up without him, but it does sting a little for him. Though, he'll always find you in the house, and will always surprise you by wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

-Kung Lao

To wind down, Kung Lao really enjoys just messing around. He's gonna chase you all around the house, slow dance with you from room to room, serenade you (horribly), and many more. He likes to make the time he spends with you as fun as possible, even if he's teasing you. By far, he loves carrying you around the house, telling you all sorts of stupid stories amidst telling you exactly how much he loves you.

Kung Lao tosses and turns quite a lot in his sleep. Yet, his arms will always find their way around your waist. Even if it's just for a couple of seconds. Sometimes, he has a habit of pushing you around the bed. He hates that he does, and he's tried to fix how restless his body is when he sleeps, but he just hasn't been able.

With that, Kung Lao always makes up for it in the morning. He's always going to wake up before you, always. Perhaps it's because of his life as a farmer, or maybe he just feels real guilty about his sleep habits. He refuses to let you leave the bed when you do wake up, he'll hold you real close by your waist and rest his forehead on yours. He'll stare in your eyes for what feels like forever, until he gives you a quick kiss on the lips and frees you.

-Raiden

Raiden enjoys just talking about your day before bed. To sit down, enjoy the sunset with each other, and talk about the mundane. Even if he's Earthrealm's protector, he really misses the mundane, the boring side of life. So to just hear about your day, even if all day was spent at home, is a great pleasure to him. And he'll tell you about his, too.

The man sleeps easy, Raiden doesn't have much troubling him in his sleep at all. He's perfectly still, although he does tend to lay on his back. He loves it when you cuddle up to him, even if you really only lay on his arm. He doesn't mind if he wakes up and it's numb, no, really.

Raiden is an early riser, and if you are too, then that's perfect. He also enjoys spending his mornings with you, in fact, he'll stay in bed til you wake up. He pretends he wakes up at the same time with you, just because it feels like a very special moment to him.

-Zeffeero

Zeffeero likes to use his magic to span out pretty little tricks for you. Laying down, your head resting on his shoulder, his hand lazily tracing your waist, as he spins out little spirals, forms stars, almost like shadow puppets. He'll argue that it's a waste of his talent, but you know he loves doing it for you. He loves that little sparkle of adoration in your eyes.

Zeffeero has a harder time going to sleep. He actually struggles a little with physical touch when he's trying to sleep, so more often then not, you two end up sleeping facing eachother. He'll cuddle you before bed, of course, but he just doesn't know why he has a problem with it when he's asleep. He's perfectly still, in his sleep though.

Because of this, you always wake up to Zeffeero playing with your hair, admiring your features, and even humming slightly to himself. That being said, it doesn't matter how early you wake up, he will always, always wake up first. It's almost like a challenge for you, but you don't relinquish the sweet sanctity of sleep.

-Tomas Vrbada

Tomas loves making the night magical, with what he can do. The amount of effort and thought he puts into every night to make it the perfect experience is almost scary. Anything you want, he'll do. However, he loves slow dancing with you in your room before you two fall asleep. Especially in the dark. It's a wonder how he doesn't bump into anything, guiding you along. During this, he loves to intertwine his fingers with yours, pulling you in real close by the small of your back, and peppering your face with kisses.

After you two end up falling onto the bed, Tomas keeps you close. He wraps you two up in the covers, and falls asleep relatively quickly. As peaceful as he seems during the day, at night he feels haunted by what would have been. Tomas has chronic nightmares, and he tends to wake up a lot in the middle of the night. If he wakes you up with them, he feels so guilty. He doesn't wake up suddenly, since he is used to this, but he does tend to twitch in his sleep.

It's a 50/50 chance with who will wake up first, if it's Tomas, he re-adjusts and pulls you in even closer. He hates waking up, he's the type to spend at least an hour in bed with you before properly waking up. If you wake up first, and leave the bed, he actively seeks you out in his tired state. Once he finds you, he drags you right back to bed.

-Baraka

Night walks are one of the greatest ways to end the day with Baraka. Anywhere, he'll always make the small trip worth it. Normally, you two walk in silence. It's not a bad thing, simply spending time with you reminds him how loved he is. But sometimes you'll find odd little things to talk about, tell stories, all of it.

Baraka prefers not to hold you, in fact he's afraid to even sleep in the same bed. He loves you, and it's because of that. He's worried about spreading Tarkat to you, so he'll keep his distance in bed. He wants so desperately to hold you, to bury his face in your neck and feel your warmth, but your life is not worth that. Because of this, he sleeps with his back to you.

Baraka wakes up before you. He sleeps lightly, and any little twitch wakes him up. Normally, he can never really get back to sleep. So he'll sit up in bed and wait on you to wake up. He thinks it's important for you to wake up to him, because with all the things he wants to do but can't, he at least wants you to know he'll always be there.

-Geras

Geras' favorite thing to do to wind down before you two go to bed is to read with you. Perhaps he is a construct of time and has no use for mortal literature, but he kind of finds it interesting. Whatever book you're reading, he wants to read, too. Having you sit on his lap, while you two read the same book, it makes him tired. Even though he really has no concept of being tired. You bring out a whole range of emotions that he never thought was possible from a construct.

If you don't fall asleep as-is in Geras' arms, he loves spooning. He really has no need for sleep, but he will gladly guide you off to sleep. He'll stroke your hair, place kisses on the back of your shoulders, and whisper all sorts of sweet nothings. And once you're asleep, he goes right back to watching over the timeline. He'd love to sleep with you, but it is really only something he can fake.

By the time you're awake, Geras is right back in bed with you. He'd hate to have you wake up alone, so he always takes an hour or so out of his tireless watch to be with you in the morning. He'll wake you up gently, make you some tea, and hold you close for a couple minutes, before kissing you and sending you off on your day.

-Syzoth

By far, Syzoth is probably the most cuddly. He enjoys watching some of Johnny's horrid movies before bed,- but only the nice ones- while he's all wrapped around you. He's got his legs tangled up with yours, holding you close to his chest, and kissing the crown of your head. He actually refuses to have you leave his arms- unless you really need it or are uncomfortable- because keeping you close is the only thing that really sends him to sleep.

You'll fall asleep like that, too. You have an effect on Syzoth, he just feels so happy and safe with you that he'll fall asleep halfway through the movie. While he tends to wake up every now and then, he doesn't move a damn muscle in his sleep. Not a one. Sometimes, he'll squeeze you just a little tighter when he wakes up. To remind himself that you're there.

You end up waking up before Syzoth does, and it's a struggle to get out of his hold. But, by then, he's awake too. He'll let you escape, but when you get out of bed, he insists on pulling you back to bed with him. For at least 20 more minutes. And then, he'll follow you around as you brush your teeth, shower, etc. He's especially clingy in the morning.

-Havik

As mentioned in my love languages post, Havik loves naps. So normally, you find yourself laying on his chest, while he tries to fall asleep for the third time today. He believes being able to fall asleep with someone is the ultimate vulnerability, so having you there makes him feel stronger. As long as some part of you is touching him while he drifts off, he's happy. And if you even stray from him, he's pulling you back in, all grumpy.

Havik has trouble sleeping properly, despite his favorite pastime. He finds himself waking up quite often, and he has some rather visceral reactions. He tends to wake you up, too. But he's always apologetic. He'll pull you in closer, loosing himself in your eyes. Only then do you two end up falling back asleep. Sometimes, it repeats a couple times through the night, but there are some nights where he sleeps peacefully.

You will always wake up before Havik does. But he's still very aware of his surroundings, so if you try and leave the bed before he's even semi-conscious, he's going to pout and pull you back in once more. He'll hide his face in your neck, muttering "mine", until he's fully awake and ready to start the day.

-General Shao

Shao is a fucking CUDDLEBUG. Despite his big and mean demeanor, he loves showing you around the city before bed. Even if you've seen it a thousand times before, he loves the palace at night. He's got his hand on your waist, in the moments he knows you two are alone. And when you two get back home, he's carrying you to bed. He refuses to let you walk. You're his, and he's going to treat you like royalty. He'll make sure you're all snug and comfortable under the sheets, then get underneath them with you.

When Shao is still in his sleep, he's got one arm around you and your head pressed up against his chest. For someone with a life like his, he sleeps peacefully, though he does sleep light. Any little sound that isn't just you shifting in bed, or the house settling has him awake and fully alert. I'd be lying if I said he didn't have a couple knives ready. Not that he needs them. He'll slink out of bed and scout out the whole house to make sure nothings amiss. And once he's sure that no ones here to try and hurt him or you, he'll get back in bed. When you ask what happened, he'll saying "Nothing" in this tired and grumpy voice.

Waking up in the bed alone is a common occurrence. Shao's a general, so he has to be up bright and early, no matter how long you two stayed up til. He regrets that he can't spend time in the morning with you, but sometimes you'll find him getting ready, and that's quite enough for him.

-Shang Tsung

Wherever you two are, Shang Tsung enjoys taking you out on a "romantic" night, walking and talking, a little slow dancing here and there, and really just showing you off to the complete strangers of the night. He'll even steal some passionate kisses under the moon, just to top off the night. And when you return home, he's whining that he's too tired and will just drag you right to bed.

Shang Tsung loves to be held in bed, yeah he'll hold you too, but you have to be the big spoon. Have to. He's a diva like that. And if you so much as accidentally move in his sleep, he's going to pout and whine in the morning that you didn't hold him. But he sleeps rather soundly, aside from that. In fact, he's a pretty heavy sleeper.

You are the first to wake up, and Shang Tsung will wake up only a second after. You know, to whine that you aren't holding him close enough. After that, though, he refuses to leave bed. Begging you to stay, almost desperately. Especially in the morning, he seeks your comfort. He wants to hold you, whisper all sorts of things to you, all to ease his mind.

-Reiko

Reiko is the only one who thinks the very, very best way to end the day is sparring. He's going to tackle you in bed, and while you writhe and try to break free of his touch, he's going to pepper your face with kisses and make his way from your bottom lip, to your chin, to your neck, only to pick you up and fake throwing you back down. Yeah, it wakes you up more than it tires you out, but after a couple minutes, he'll give up and lay down on the bed with you. Out of breath. He puts way too much effort into play fighting with you, really.

Those moments are the very rare moments you get to see Reiko drop his serious, war-ridden face. After all that, he'll roll over to his side and lay his arm over you. He won't full-on cuddle you at night, he finds it harder to sleep like that. But he makes sure he's touching you in some way. However, he has a hard time sleeping peacefully. He's haunted, and he tends to wake up at least twice a night. He doesn't have a big reaction, it's more like he's flinch a bit and wake up. It's something that will never wake you up, but he will always take a minute to hover over you when he does wake up.

Like Shao, Reiko always wakes up first. But he'll wake you up with him. All gentle like, he won't shake you or anything. He wants to make sure he gets at least a few words and waking moments with you before he starts his day. And before he leaves, he always pulls you in for a soft kiss, one full of yearning and adoration. That's something he will never forget to do.

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[mscherub]

Cuddles!

Tags!: Cuddling, comfort, fluff

Warnings!:

My sense of humor

These are just headcanons

Heartslabyul; Savanaclaw; Octavinelle; Scarabia; , Pomefiore; Ignihyde; Diasomnia (you're here :3)

Vil🪞:

he actually doesn’t mind, so long as you just rest on him and you don’t try to drag him around in bed

He sleeps on his back, it’s just something he’s grown accustomed to for the sake of his beauty, so just keep that rule in place

He’ll wrap an arm around you

He actually likes it, it helps him sleep better, and he knows that it does, knows it will help sleep for the both of you

Also, skincare you must follow before getting in bed with him, learn the protocol

Rook 🏹:

He loves it. Love loves it. Just how he is cause it’s so cute having you cling to him, obviously! Ironically enough, it’s like his prey has willing fell into his trap! He’s weird, so…

He also sleeps on his back and doesn’t move around too much, and he’s also a light sleeper, so just be careful

He’ll hold you back, and he prefers to be the one doing that, anyhow, just feels more natural to him in a sense

If you ever catch him watching you sleep at all, no you didn’t :)

He’s just admiring your beauty <3

Epel 🍎:

Things cuddles are kinda dumb, shows “weakness,” and they’re too lovey dovey

But oh, here yall are, Epel quite literally glued to you in bed without a care in the world, happily snoozing away

Yea, he pretends he doesn’t like them, but he does, he’s a sucker for them, but he ain’t gonna show that…

Prefers to hold you at first, feeds his ego, but then just from moving around, you’ll end up being the one holding him

He does move quite a bit…but he always ends up with you again

(NO ORTHO)

Idia 🎮:

Remember how I said like half these characters are gonna be stiff, Idia is another. Sure he’s hugged pillows but this is totally new

He does like them though, he prefer them, only problem, bro like never sleeps…surviving off energy drinks (that’s real, though…)

He likes to be the one held, so, just squeeze him nice when yall even get the chance to cuddle if he ain’t gaming away the night

He’s a heavy sleeper, and he drools, I’d also think he’d move around a lot from restlessness, but you being there kinda gets rid of that factor

Expect to wake up with hair in your mouth. Thanks Idia 👍

Malleus 🐉:

Smug about it because he loves it. He’ll also do like whatever you want. You wanna hold him? Sure. You want him to hold you and keep you safe? He prefers that latter

He’s cuddly, but he’s also very polite about it in a way, never going too overboard with anything

Heavy sleeper, and he also goes to sleep at a later time, but he won’t force you to stay up, he’ll get in bed with you but probably lie awake for a bit

Also another type to gaze at you if you fall asleep, he can’t help it, you look peaceful and he’s just happy about it

Lilia 🧚‍♀️:

He likes them, that’s not surprise there in my opinion. I feel like he’s also another one to find it funny how you hold on to him, but he also finds it sweet

He also stays up late, probably gaming along with Idia but, whatever…he’ll hop into bed soon after he’s done

He likes to cuddle and to be cuddled, he’s versatile in whatever you’d like to do, and he’ll follow along

He drools, probably kicks in his sleep, and he moves around a lot. He’ll blame that ok being old

Silver⚔️:

Do I even need to say anything? Answer is no, but I will anyways

He loves to, like it’s his favorite thing, but he does fall asleep even more quickly thanks to your presence

He prefers to hold you so he can keep you safe, even while in dreamland. He just wants to make sure you won’t get hurt while he’s blissfully knocked out

He’s a heavy sleeper, and he doesn’t move around a lot, so you’ll be trapped for a bit until he wakes up…

Sebek ⚡️:

Another one who’s stuff, although he’s painfully stiff, like he doesn’t even know what to do and where to put his arms

He does like to cuddle, but it’s complicated for him because he believes it distracts him from his duties a little

He prefers to hold you as well, the same reasons as Silver, to protect you while you’re with him. It’s instinct for him

He’ll awkwardly hug you back, like I said, he doesn’t know how to go about the situation but he’ll make it work. Trust

He snores. Loud

He’s also really still and will barely move during the night

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[luna0713hunter]

Late night talk

Zoro Roronoa x reader

Summary : late night at Going Merry always makes you feel lonely. Fortunately,your new friend and crew mate is there to keep you company.

Warnings : slightly suggestive (?), mutual pinning and kissing!

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Nights at Going Merry,are hard to spend alone.

The feeling of gentle waves hitting the wooden surface,the cool breeze giving you a slight shiver as you lean against the railing and rest your head on your folded arms;makes you feel slightly lonely.

Maybe its because you've just recently joined the StrawHats crew;away from your hometown where you spent all your life in. You loved your family and friends,but you just couldn't let this opportunity slide. Not when Luffy extended his hand to you,and treated you like family, like someone who was talented and worth giving a chance.

And you wouldn't let go of that hand. No.

So you joined the StrawHats,in hopes of finding your own meaning of life, and help Luffy and everyone else to the journey of One Piece.

But still, everything was fairly new to you. Spending all your time on a ship with nothing but deep blue around you,with the company of people you just recently met;your captain a sweet guy,but kinda loud. Ussop the same as Luffy. Nami a great girl, but you were kinda shy around her. The new cook,Sanji,the sweetest guy but he was always busy in the kitchen where you didnt even dare to step a foot in. And your last Crew mate-

"what're you doing up so late?"

Zoro Roronoa

The guy you've been tiptoeing around since the very first second you laid your eyes on him. To say you had a crush was an understatement;you were hopelessly in love with the swordsman.

You give him a sheepish smile as you try to look anywhere expect his eyes.

"i- uh, couldn't sleep?"

Zoro merely stares at you before slowly making his way towards where you're standing. There's a bottle of wine in his hand as he adjusts his three swords on his hip and leans against the railing as well. He raises the bottle to his lips and glances at you from the corner of his eye.

"you want some?"

When you shake your head,he only shrugs.

"more for me."

he starts drinking,and you watch as his Adam's apple bob,you immediately look the other way when your heartbeat rises.

There was a damn reason as why you kept avoiding being alone with Zoro in the first place.

You couldn't keep the heat from spreading across your cheeks and neck;and your heart seemingly beating out of your chest.

it was no secret that Zoro wasnt a huge fan of talking either. The number of time where you managed to hold a conversation with the guy without him dozing off, barely reached five fingers. And your massive crush didn't help.

So you just stood there silently, listening to the sound of the ocean and Zoro downing the bottle of wine. The silence was so uncomfortable,you could feel the awkwardness in the air.

You just prayed to gods that Zoro would start a conversation.

"so,what kept you awake tonight?"

And gods seem to have nothing better to do tonight.

You dangle your arm from the side of the ship; watching as small droplets of water slightly soaking your fingers.

"i guess...i just miss my hometown."

At that,Zoro raises a neatly trimmed eyebrow ,and again,offers you the almost empty bottle of wine. At that,you let out a small giggle,cheeks flushing because he looks absolutely adorable.

"i dont wanna drink!"

"But you said you miss your hometown. That sounds like a good enough reason for a drink to me."

You merely shrug and grin at him

"guess im not as alcoholic as you are,oh the greatest swordsman alive."

Zoro rolls his eyes at you,and empties the rest of the wine before throwing the bottle in the ocean. You watch as it vanishes in the dark night,before a faint SPLASH is heard when it hits the water down below.

"Sanji's gonna be mad at you. You know he hates throwing trash in the ocean."

"you have any more trash on you then?"

And you laugh, carefree and happy. For a moment there,you seem to forget how lonely you felt not too long ago.

Because thats how Zoro was;he was a quiet man,but had the biggest heart you knew. He would always stay at the corner,but never once taking his eyes off of his friends.

And you were so damn lucky to have him by your side.

You gently bump your shoulder to his; slowly moving closer to his side.

"so why were you awake?"

He spares you a glance before look at another side.

"no reason."

"Zoro, c'mon. You take every chance you get to take a nap. You cant be awake for no reason."

You hear him huff annoyingly at you;the sound making you grin winder. And you do the best thing you know:

Annoy the shit out of him

You start with poking his bicep;trying not to drool at the way his muscles tense under your touch,before moving up to his cheek and increase the speek of your poking.

But you could only go for long,before suddenly Zoro's grabbing at your wrist,and with a smooth move pulls you toward him.

Where your faces are inches away,and you can feel his breath fanning on your skin

You swallow loudly, trying to pull back and put some distance between yourselves,but he holds on tight;not too tight to hurt,but enough to keep you in your place. He moves his face impossibly closer,and his warm lips brush against your heated cheeks.

"you dont wanna mess with me," he murmurs;his voice raw with something you can't put a finger on, "I'm a dangerous guy."

Maybe its the adrenaline in your veins,or maybe its because its late at night and nights always made you bolder. So you turn your head slightly so your nose in brushing against his cheekbone,and catch his eyes.

"and what if i like to play with danger?"

Zoro lets out a low chuckle;his eyes shifting to your lips and his hand slowly resting on your hip

"Then dont say i didnt warn ya."

And then his lips are on yours.

Your eyes flutter shut as he pulls you close;your hands finding their ways to his hard chest,and then around his neck to pull him in. Zoro lets out a groan,and his hold on you tightens more.

With one hand resting on your hip and the other traveling up and down your spine,he pulls away to let you breath for only a second before diving back in.

Because Zoro was always drunk,but your lips might be his favorite thing to get drunk on from now on

You dont know how much time has passes before you pull away;both of you panting heavily and Zoro places small kisses on your cheeks and temples.

"you didnt answer the question, y'know."

You feel him pause against your skin and you grin.

"what question?"

"why were you awake?"

Zoro groans but when you tug at his hair,he just hides his face in your neck and when he speaks next,you feel his lips touching your sensitive skin.

"saw you space out alot at dinner and then you didnt go to sleep. Didnt want to leave ya alone."

With the confession,your heart flutters and butterflies fill your stomach. You card your fingers through his green locks and move his face so you can plant a loving kiss on his lips.

"thank you,Zoro."

"the pleasure is all mine."

And when he kisses you next,its filled with laughter and happiness.

Nights at Going Merry,are hard to spend alone.

But when you kiss Zoro until the sunrise,you cant help but wish for it to last longer.

If it meant to spend it with your love, you'll gladly wait for skies to turn dark.

[rikiflowers]

galaxies melting; poe dameron

you owe him an answer, but was it too late now?

poe dameron x female!reader, 18+

words: 3235

warnings: porn without plot, porn with feelings, a little bit of angst sprinkled, vaginal penetration, fingering, cunnilingus, cum eating, overstimulation

The humming and buzzing of the ship keeps you unforgivably awake. What had always brought you to sleep because of exhaustion was now becoming pure torture. The sounds were always with you since forever, but know they’re a harsh reminder. The images that you would like to burn from your memory keep coming back to haunt you. His lifeless eyes as you watch him being pulled from the wreckage of his x-wing. How you stand there frozen. Covered in blood and near death, he was treated. For nights you sat next to his bed, hoping for him to open his eyes. He was fine. He was alive and yet these scenes keep you awake night after night. 

I love you 

He had thrown these three words at you before his suicidal mission, before he got on his x-wing and flew to his doom. Your legs started to tingle. Your entire body refused to sleep. It was despairing. You swing yourself out of the uncomfortable bed and put on a shirt. You need to clear your head and what could help better than tinkering with all the starfighters in the workshop? It was quiet. Only a few were awake at this time, some being driven by haunting nightmares, too. You come into the large workshop, a yawning emptiness greets you. You set about getting a fighter into shape; If it weren't for Poe, who suddenly stood next to the plane and looked at you. It seemed to have been expecting you. The curly-haired knows you too well. The lump in your throat froze your words on your lips. His facial features appear sunken, exhausted. Some scars adorn his face. He had his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Am I not worthy of an answer?” His tone was harsh and hurtful. He wanted you to feel his pain you put him through. 

You felt a harsh tug in you. “Poe…I…” You stuttered. Damned. Lying awake every night thinking about what you were going to say to him when you stopped avoiding him didn't pay off. Your pounding heart was too loud; too loud to get the words out.  “You’ve been avoiding me ever since. Do you actually know how I feel or didn’t it concern you that much?” 

Your entire body started shaking. “I wanted to, but-” 

He groaned in annoyance and rubbed his tired face. “But what?” 

“Poe, please...I was scared...afraid I would lose you...I wanted to...fuck” Tears welled up in your eyes because you just can't say what you want at the important moment. He stopped looking at you. His arm leaned against the fighter while his back was turned to you. 

“I shouldn't have waited here for you...” he spoke quietly and suddenly walked past you, denying you the chance to explain yourself. “Poe!” you caledl after him. He didn't want to hear you anymore. Your mind screamed at you to go after him; follow him, it said. In those few seconds you made the decision to go after him. It would be your last chance. You've already screwed it up and now you're trying to save it. 

You ran after him. “Poe, please wait…” you spoke softly, trying not to wake others. Suddenly he turned around, so you almost ran into him. “Stop following me” 

You shook your head. "I can't" 

He just groaned and ran his hands through his brown curls. “What do you want me to do?” Tears threatened his dark eyes. Your whole body wanted to pull him in your arms. 

“I want you to listen to me,” you whispered to him, your fingers twitching to run through his hair. He looked at you pained, his usually bright eyes looking half dead. It literally tore your heart apart. 

“Poe, I love you” Finally. You said it. It flowed out of you like the easiest thing you’ve ever said. It was always easy, but you made it impossible. 

He sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes quickly fixated on the wall. “I have had this for a very long time. I just never wanted to see it because I was afraid I would lose you...I almost lost you..." You just hope that everyone was asleep and no one was overhearing you. “Since your accident, I sat next to your bed day and night praying for you to wake up…” 

“Why didn’t you come when I was awake?” he asked disappointedly, a tremble could be heard in his voice. 

“I was afraid to face the feelings. I know you deserve an answer….I love you Poe Dameron. That’s my answer.” 

Your heart literally skipped a beat as you finally spoke the words that had been on the tip of your tongue for so long, ready to finally be spoken. You smile, unconsciously touching your lips. The black-haired man suddenly grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips. Your heart fluttered as you felt the warmth in your cheeks. Your fingertips tingle as he touched them reverently with his rough lips. 

"Is that true? Are you just saying that to avoid hurting me?” 

It seemed insane to you that he was questioning your feelings. Here you stood with him, showing him the inside of your feelings and he was so insecure from your previous actions. His eyes glitter hopefully, continuing to hold your hand. Your free hand came to rest on his cheek, stroking the skin and his light stubble. “My feelings for you are real. It’s been a long time…” 

For Poe the dam now seemed broken. His fingers squeezed your hand before he pulled you with him and you followed him, heart racing. You didn't even question where he was going. You would follow him anywhere. You knew the way too well. He walked with you to his little quarters. Your feet carried you as if by themselves as you scurry through the hallways. When you finally arrive in front of his room, your heart beats faster again. He entered his code and you practically stumbled into his room with him. You lean your back against the door as Poe stands in front of you. You've been in his room far too many times, you knew every corner of his little home; your home, too. At this moment it felt like you're setting foot in here for the first time. Your eyes searched for him in the dim light. He had his back turned to you, which slightly irritated you. He's the one who dragged you with him. You said his name, hoping he hasn't changed his mind. For that tiny moment, self-doubt overcame you. He finally turned around and looked at you intently. "What's up?", you breathlessly asked. 

He seemed to be studying you, tilting his head slightly. “I’m looking for doubt in your face.” 

“Did you find any?” Your voice was no more than a whisper as you waited for his answer, your fingers tingling. He shook his head finally.  

“Then why don’t you finally kiss me?” 

He sucked in a sharp breath, scratching his chin at his light stubble. “Fuck…watch what you say, Angel”

You cringed when he calls you by the pet name. You feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins. Poe got a wry smile from you. “and what if I don't?”

He finally came towards you, trapping you between the door and his body. Your eyes sparkled challengingly. The dark-haired man grabbed your chin, pushing your head slightly upwards. His thumb traced your bottom lip. What he didn’t expect was your tongue darting out and swiping across his thumb. His mouth opened slightly as he pushed his thumb further into your mouth, caught up in the scene. Completely fascinated by this, he breathed heavily as you watched him with your eyes. His Adam's apple moves heavily. “Angel…”

His thumb pulled out of your mouth. Before you could protest the action, his lips finally pressed against yours. You whimpered into the kiss you've been waiting for so long. Poe's body pressed against you and you pulled him even closer to you by his neck. Tongues danced with each other to feel as much as possible. His hand grabbed your neck, stopping you from letting go of him. This is what you've dreamed of for half your life. You would never row back now. You impulsively dragged his bottom lip between your teeth. The black-haired man moaned deeply into your mouth, reached under your lower legs to lift you up so that your body automatically wrapped your legs around his waist. You hauled away from his lips, sinking your teeth into his neck as he closed the short distance from the door to his bed. He laid you down far too gently on the soft bed and stood in front of you, looking down at you. His dark eyes studied you closely. Your fingers grasped the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. Your exposed skin glistened in the light glow of the lamp above his bed. His eyes moved from your face to the swell of your cleavage. His fingers tingled, wanting to touch you, feeling your warmth, but he stayed put. For a brief moment you were afraid that he will back down. 

“Poe?” 

"Yes, Angel?" 

Your heart fluttered quickly as he called you by the nickname again. “Why don’t you come here?” He laughed deeply, finally leaning down towards you and kneeling between your legs. You closed your eyes as his fingers danced over your shoulder, igniting a prickle inside you. “I wanted to look at the work of art in front of me a little more.” You giggled, playfully nudging his shoulder. “You miserable charmer.” the x-wing pilot just shrugged and started covering your cleavage with kisses. “If telling the truth makes me a charmer, then so be it...” he whispered against your heated skin. A sigh left your lips as he kissed his way down the base of your breasts. Painstakingly slowly, he pulled the material of your bra down, taking a nipple between his lips and sucked. Your fingers instantly tangled in his dark curls as he kneaded the other breast with his skilled fingers. He hummed as you pulled a little harder. As a little revenge, he gently bit your nipple, whereupon you pressed your hips against his and clearly felt his cock through his thin pants. You almost groaned at that. As he kissed his way along your breasts, his hands moved to your back, deftly opening the bra clasp. He literally tore it off of you before it fell carelessly to the floor. His face buried itself between your breasts before his lips continued a wet trail down your stomach. He stoped in front of the waistband of your pants and ran his fingers reverently over your covered pussy. “May I?” 

“Fuck, of course,” you replied a little too fast and desperately, making him grin. You lifted your hips so he could drag the annoying piece of clothing off your ass before it too, ended up on the cold floor. His fingers traced the wet spot on your panties. He licked his lips in the process.

“Angel...may I taste you...please? 

You sucked in a sharp breath. Oh Maker. How many nights have you touched yourself while thinking about his face disappearing between your legs? “Please…Poe…” 

In response, his fingers pushed your panties aside before he licked your pussy with his tongue and you instinctively wanted to squeeze your legs together. His hand gripped the flesh of your thighs before he briefly let go of you to push down your panties too. “You taste amazing,” he whispered before he grabbed both of your thighs and you watched helplessly as his face disappeared between your legs. Gasps escaped you as you felt his tongue taking in your wetness and exploring every corner. You supported yourself with your hands to get a better look at the handsome man. His lips closed around your pearl, sucking on it and you felt everything tightening inside you. He also brought his fingers into play, sinking two of them into you with ease. “Poe…oh fuck” He just moaned in response, practically pushing his fingers inside you as his practiced mouth made you scream. Poe slurped you down like a meal, savoring every drop as if you were the most expensive alcohol he could ever taste on his tongue.

“Maker...I'm getting addicted to you...” he mumbled to your pussy before using his lips again, making you see stars with the tireless thrusts of his fingers. You were at the border. Everything inside you screamed to be close to the sweet orgasm that was threateningly approaching. Your hips try to move of their own accord against his lips, but Poe held you in place with his hands, only thrusting harder in response. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…I’m going to cum,” you whine desperately, reaching into his black locks to somehow get the hold you so desperately needed. He moaned tirelessly against your wet pussy, eating up everything he could. Your face contorted sweetly before you finally came with his name on your lips. Everything inside you tensed up before the wave rolled over you and you literally dragged yourself along with it, if it weren't for Poe, whose lips were still on you, but his eyes didn’t miss the movements on your face for a second. 

Breathless, you looked down to him and hauled him up to you by his brown curls. He gazed into your post-orgasm face, stroking your heated cheeks. Your lips immediately claimed his, tasting yourself on them. Your tongue licked away any remnants as he pushed down his pants. In some moments you've seen him shirtless, but now he was completely exposed. He was beautiful. Everything about him. You moved reverently over his defined shoulders, all the way to his slight set of abdominal muscles. He instinctively sucked in a breath as you traced the lines with your fingertips. Your name escaped him throaty, sending shivers down your spine. You glanced at his pretty cock, throbbing and ready. Your fingers wrapped around him, squeezing lightly, making the handsome man whimper slightly. You looked at him in surprise. You never expected a tone like that to come from his lips. You wanted to hear more of it, so you moved your fingers faster. His head fell back into his neck, teeth in his bottom lip as you made him feel good. You wanted to burn this moment into your brain. Drops coated your hand before you leaned forward and licked it with your tongue. Poe let out a growl and grabbed your hair, dragging you back harshly. You gazed up at him questioningly. “We’ll have to save that for another time…I want to feel you…” 

You can't be disappointed for long. Your pussy clenched around nothing as he says that. “Fuck me Poe...” you breathed against his lips as you pulled him down to you. Your legs just pushed further apart, signaling to him that you're more than ready. He was breathing heavily. “Nothing better than that…” he replied, pressing his cock against your entrance, collecting the wetness just to penetrate you in one fluid movement. A groan escaped both of you and Poe paused, gently pushing you onto your back. “Angel, you feel so good…I don’t know if I can last much longer,” he breathed thickly against you. You hugged his neck, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I don’t care…I want you to let go.”

He groaned when you said that and started moving inside you at an unforgiving pace. It stole your breath away. You practically cling to him, kissing the salty skin of his collarbone as his thrusts became more intense and you panted indignantly against his skin. Poe's lips found yours again, tongues mingled. Everything felt too much. His cock was pulsating inside you, ramming the spongy part in your pussy that made you see stars. “Angel…fuck….I love you…” 

“I love you too…” you breathed back, kissing him again, moaning into his mouth as his hands cupped your breast. He lets go of your lips and instead starts taking your nipple between his teeth again. You were in heaven. His thrusts became more and more uncontrolled. You sensed how close he is to cumming. “Poe…cum for me. Cum in me,” you gasped, making him growl. “Nothing better than that Angel, i fill you up nice and full” 

The beautiful man in your arms gathered his last strength, thrusting into you a few more times before he tensed above you and finally came with your name on his lips. Heartbeats raced together as you cling to each other. Your fingers traced over his scalp as he slowly pulled out of you. Suddenly a wry smile spreads across his lips and before you could ask what he's planning to do, he slided further down and sinked his face back between your legs. Your eyes widened in surprise before he started licking you again, his cum leaking out of you... "Fuck, Poe...I-I can't take it anymore..." you breathed out desperately, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. “You’ve got one more left in you, baby,” he breathed against your pussy, continuing to lick the last bits of sanity out of your brain. Your legs were now on his shoulders while he abused your pussy like a madman. You winced as he sucked on your clit, gripping your thighs harshly. You felt the second orgasm approaching at breakneck speed. Everything inside you tensed as Poe continued to hold your clit between his lips as he watched your second orgasm wash over you with a grin. You practically screamed as everything took you away and you fell back. Your heart was racing, almost jumping out of your chest and yet the beautiful man was still lying between your legs. “Poe…no,” you say exhausted as you saw him about to start again. He laughed. “I just can’t get enough of it…enough of you” he replied, lapping at his lips. “Give me a break, you lunatic,” you grumbled, letting Poe gently clean you down below. 

“...but only a short one?” 

You threw a pillow at his face, which unfortunately he caught skillfully. The black-haired man lied in bed with you and pulled you into his arms. You sigh as you could hear his heartbeat, while laying on his chest. His rough fingertips traced your back. “I never thought I would really have you in my arms like this” 

You hummed in agreement. “Not in my wildest dreams” 

“You dreamed about me?” he teased you and you immediately regretted your statement. You didn’t reply, but now the pilot was too curious for his own good. “Tell me about your dreams or are they so embarrassing that you can’t tell me?” How could you ever refuse him the way he looked at you with his deep brown eyes? 

“You’re not going to let it go, are you?” 

His grin widened. “I think you know the answer…” He kissed the tip of your nose. “We can all try out your dreams too - ouch.” You pinched his nipple lightly, causing him to do the same in return. Laughing, you tried to free yourself from his grip, but he held you mercilessly. You probably won't get a restful sleep today, but that didn’t bother you. Finally you had him in your arms. 

[breakyourrxles]

❥between two breaths (m) | 𝟙𝟘

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡

↳ You become comfortable... and suppose you always knew that it would eventually lead to your breaking point.

kim sunwoo x fem!reader (side lee juyeon x reader) — idol!sunwoo, fan/trainee!reader. forced proximity, forbidden love, friends to lovers, angst, slow burn, idolverse-typical themes regarding; dating, image, public perception, etc. happy ending, plot-heavy!! reader thinks she's nonchalant about it but she rly isn't. smut. [6,5k wc ongoing] cws: heavy themes of wanting-but-can't-having, mild jealousy, explicit sexual content, a little alcohol consumption, dancing on the edge of career suicide, poor decision making because of The Wanting.

❥ masterlist | ao3

Eric's voice drops to just above a whisper and he says, "It's gotta be pretty obvious by now, right? Everything? I can promise you he isn't just handing out his personal information to any pretty girl at a fansign."

Weekends are long with music show promotions and additional schedules fitted into all of the potential breathing spots. Days feel as though they never truly end with the next starting shortly after and with next to no time in between. You're tired, you're overworked, but this is the life that you knew you were signing up for.

You are given a Monday. A single Monday morning where you are gifted by chance the opportunity to not have a schedule. Sleep feels as though it is an impossibility to ever truly catch up on, and your body is so used to waking at the early, dark hours of the night that even with nothing to do, rest can no longer find you.

Thus, you shoot off a text. A hope for companionship that carries no expectations along with it. 

"Good morning, I've already got you a coffee. Looks like you could use it."

Juyeon's thoughtfulness is something you have grown only somewhat accustomed to, because he is inclined to think of things long before you have had the chance to. He smiles at you gently from his seat at the small table and the aroma of freshly roasted coffee beans and blooming pastries from the back of the building fills the room with otherwise quiet welcoming.

You sit down across from him and immediately drop your forehead to the table.

"That bad, huh?"

Groaning, you only barely lift yourself to grant him your attention. "I feel like I've been awake for a week straight."

"Yeah, that's not uncommon. There's more where that came from." Pushing the mug towards you, it lightly bumps your hand. "Drink up, I'm sure you've got stuff to do in the afternoon, too."

"Of course I do. There's always something."

Through idle conversation you discover that The Boyz are slated for a comeback in the not so distant future. It will be their first since MVNE's debut, and you're interested to watch the inner workings of a group you have followed as a fan for so long from the inside, rather than out. Maybe you can learn something from all of this; develop better time management, figure out a way to not feel as though all of your strength is being sucked out of your body each and every day.

Unfortunately, the expectations of a rookie group and that of a far more established one are different, and this is something that you know all too well already.

Eventually, Juyeon finishes his drink and shoves the empty mug off to the side. His elbow comes up to sit atop the polished wood of the table and his chin sits just inside of his palm. He looks at you with a sort of amused adoration that you've never quite seen from him, though you have seen it before.

"It's nice that we can meet like this," he says.

Something inside of your chest flutters ever so slightly, and that is wholly unexpected. You feel the same, because this is the closest thing you have to anything resembling what's left of your real and normal life.

It's so much easier to carve out normalcy with Juyeon than it is to do so with Sunwoo, a fact that is terribly unfair to either of you, but a fact nonetheless.

And Sunwoo is not the only person not currently present that springs to mind.

Nervously shifting in your seat, you chuckle under your breath and say, "Well, as it would turn out, there are other people who wouldn't mind having this opportunity to sit here with you."

Juyeon's eyes widen just for a second, seemingly surprised by the news.

"Is that so?"

"My member Nara," you begin, "Turns out she has taken quite a fancy to you." Neither of you say anything for a few long moments after that, and though you are somewhat expecting a response from him, nothing ever comes. So, you prompt him further by saying, "She's pretty, talented; has a strong personality that I actually think would match you quite well. What do you think?"

Giving something of a half-smirk, Juyeon sits back in his chair and slumps down just a bit. He crosses his arms over himself and looks up towards the ceiling as if he is mulling the information over in his mind thoroughly before ever offering up a response. While he does so, you simply watch and wait.

Finally, he sighs and says, "I can't say I'm really looking to get involved with anyone right now." His attention is still up and away; thoughtful and rife with consideration. "I'm sure she's lovely, and I certainly have noticed her on the stage, it's just…"

Juyeon trails off, and finally, his gaze falls back down squarely to you.

"It's not easy doing this. Meeting someone, getting to know them, navigating everything that comes before establishing whether or not we're a good fit for one another. It's a lot of work in the best of circumstances—when there's just two normal, curious people with an inkling of interest—much less given all of these added hurdles."

Leaning forward and fitting his chin into his palm once more, he smiles at you and says, "I'm afraid I'm just not up to the task right now, and particularly not with someone that I've not already traversed those hurdles with. I prefer it when it's easy, when it's natural." A contented sigh follows, and finally his smothering attention towards you breaks in favor of the croissant sitting on the plate between you. "I like to let things happen, and it'll all fall into place like it's meant to."

The spell you'd been inadvertently locked into breaks, and you're not sure you've taken a single breath while Juyeon's sights have been set on you.

When the music cuts off, you know what's waiting for you on the other side of it.

For now, the room is filled with damp, heavy air and the rhythmic sounds of heavy breathing. You slump down to rest your hands against your knees—it's been two hours of nonstop dance practice and going over certain routines—and to say you're tired is an incredible understatement.

You've not spent much time with Woori in the last few weeks, since right before and leading through your comeback promotions. Not alone, at least. All of MVNE are racking up a dense list of personal schedules, not to mention full group engagements, and personal time spent with the members dwindles throughout the days; right before your very eyes.

Before you've really noticed, it's all just sort of gone.

But Woori has asked you to be here with her today during some of the few hours that the both of you have managed to carve out simultaneously. She could be spending this time doing anything else; resting, relaxing, tending to the relationships outside of her career that, like everyone else's, have surely suffered.

Instead, she is here with you.

A loud sigh is exhaled from behind you, followed by the crinkling of a roughly-handled water bottle soon to be consumed. You glance back ever so slightly, but before you are fully able to turn a hand is extended with a bottle intended for you.

Accepting it, you stand fully, and for what feels like the first time since this excursion has begun, both of your attention is fully resting on the other.

"I need to ask you this, because it's my job," Woori says. There is little combativeness in her tone despite what the words themselves might suggest, and rather, the air of it all gives a sense of anticipation. Anticipation towards something else, perhaps something more akin to disappointment. "Realistically, I've accepted a long time ago that I am not your mother, nor do I want to take on that role in the group. Still…"

Your eyes remain fixed on her through a bout of momentary silence until she finally continues on to say, "You and Sunwoo."

Though your stomach drops, you do your best to mask it. Instead, your features twist into evident confusion. "What about us?"

"That's what I'm asking you. It's going to be easier for everyone going forward if I know about things that I can get ahead of."

You wonder if she knows. If somehow, word has traveled through the pipeline of onlookers living at an apartment complex where you definitely shouldn't have been. Being set up to lie is far from an ideal circumstance, and if Woori knows about your escapades either following Idol Radio or showing up to Sunwoo's shared accommodation, you'd prefer her to just come out with it.

The irony of desire for a truthfulness that you, yourself, are unwilling to give is not lost on you.

Taking a long sip of water, your eyes fall away from her in correlation with what you can only assume to be guilt. 

"Nothing is going on," you lie. "If anything, I see Juyeon these days more often than I see him."

"Is that because he's busy, or something else?"

"Sunwoo is my friend, I shouldn't be demonized for wanting to see him. I understand that the circumstances are the way they are but there are other people inside of our very own group who are hoping to plant the seeds of express interest, yet all of the concern seems to be set on me."

Woori's eyes narrow in a kind of way that alludes to her not being aware of the thing that you are calling attention to. Good, you think, because deflection was precisely the plan.

"Put a pin in that other thing for a second," she says, exhaling a deeply perturbed sigh, "but you know the stakes are incredibly high in your situation specifically. Even just with his little stint on Idol Radio the reception was not all that positive, and that's just from him vaguely bringing the fact up. What do you think is going to happen if it were to ever come out as there being fire behind the smoke?"

"I know that. Nobody knows that better than I do."

"Lines have already been crossed," Woori warns, "I've seen it with my very own eyes, and who's to say what else I haven't seen?" She sighs again, allows a second of silence to pass between you and then says, "Miyoung said you weren't home the other night with the rest of them."

"What are you suggesting?"

"I'm not suggesting anything, you're going to tell me, and then we're going to drop the subject for now. I don't enjoy rehashing this any more than you do."

More water, because it buys you some time. You drink it down and think through your options as far as this line of questioning is concerned. You're not going to tell her—you can't tell her that you went to his dorm—but at this point you have also lost the ardent will to defend yourself to any believable length. If it is always going to be like this, if you are always going to be on the receiving end of doubt; then why bother making such an effort to be especially believable?

Until something definitive is seen, then nothing you or Sunwoo do really, actually matters.

"I went for a walk. We don't get out much these days."

Woori merely stares at you. Her expression is fairly unchanged, and though there is little present to work from, what you most certainly find hanging there is doubt.

She sucks her teeth loudly and as if never having heard your response at all she says, "And what's this about the other thing then?"

"Oh, Nara's sudden budding intrigue in Juyeon, you mean?" You huff out a disbelieving laugh under your breath. "Seems like you've got your work cut out for you, leader."

"That's… Unpleasant," is all she says for a good few moments after the fact, as if giving herself time to navigate through her own thoughts on the matter. "But I don't need to tell you it's not the same thing."

Already having made your way to your disheveled bag and gathering your belongings, you shrug.

"Yes, I believe we've been over that more than a handful of times."

"I'll deal with Nara, but at the end of the day I don't have control over what she decides to do," Woori reasons. "Just like I don't ultimately have control over what you decide to do, either. In a perfect world and if things were up to me, we'd be at least—oh, I don't know—two or three years into our careers before I have to deal with an absolute avalanche of dating scandals?"

You look back at her from over your shoulder, and though you don't immediately reply, the face you give is loud with seriously?

"Juyeon isn't interested," you say. "So, I don't think you have to worry too much about that."

Woori hums. "I'm not so sure this is putting my concerns to rest," she says, eyes narrow and distrusting after having been presented with new information. Perhaps, more information than you had ever intended on giving. "If anything, it may be introducing more."

"First you're upset about the possibility of a relationship forming, now you're upset that it won't be?" you question. "Some leaders can never be pleased, I suppose."

"My qualms definitely aren't with his alleged disinterest in her."

You stand, slinging your bag over your shoulder and heading towards the door with Woori alongside. There's little more than a split second that goes by where the two of you meet eyes, and through that exchange alone, you already come to an understanding of everything she is concerned by.

Whether or not it's for good reason, remains yet to be seen.

"It's why," she says. 

Enthralled with the conversation you are engaged with, you don't even notice the nearing doom that is soon to descend upon your table at the company cafe.

A plastic tray drops down with a loud thud, all three of you start as a result of it. You, Serri and Kaia all immediately look up with disgusted expressions to discover the culprit of your interrupted good time.

To say you're not expecting it would be an understatement.

"Hi."

Eric stands there beside your table with his arms limply by his side, but there is nothing casual about his face. Instead, there's a hint of a smile that you absolutely do not like the look of, and naturally; his attention has fallen fully to you.

Serri's eyes drift from him and back to you. She says, "Do you know him?"

"Sort of," you answer. "I mean, in a kind of colloquial sense." Still facing Eric, you then choose to address him going forward. "Can we help you?"

"No. Well, sort of. I want to talk to you."

Not ideal.

There are few things on the docket of potential discussion points that might ever lead Eric to needing to talk to you, and in fact, there's really only one. One topic that you do not need brought up in the company of other people, and you would even go as far as to say should make rather obvious reasoning for not approaching you in that very same company, at all.

But, here he is. Not exactly gentle in his delivery, either.

Looking back to both of the girls for a second, you look to him again and say, "Okay, but I'm with my members, so—"

And just as quickly, both Serri and Kaia are gathering their things and seemingly moving towards making their fastest possible exit from the scene.

"No thank you," Serri says. "Whatever this is, I can assure you I don't want any part of it."

Kaia smiles, bows to him, and with swift agreement says, "Great seeing you, she's all yours!"

Just like that, they're gone.

Eric wastes no time plopping himself down into one of the just emptied seats, and pressing himself nearly halfway across the table—that still lingering, shit-eating grin ever present—he says, "Sunwoo."

You blink through silence a few times. "What about him?"

"You tell me! I heard about your little stint not that long ago, word travels fast through the dorms as I'm sure you could have anticipated. Changmin was very amused."

"Happy to provide some… amusement, I guess." You try your best not to let your discomfort in relation to the topic show, but sit wholly unaware of how good of a job you are actually doing. "I wanted to visit my friend, he's been busy lately. I'm sure you've noticed."

Waving a dismissive hand in the air, Eric rolls his eyes. "Sure, sure. Whatever. Do you really think I'm going to believe that? He told me how he showed up to yours that one time and you nearly tossed him over the side of the balcony railing, now all of a sudden you're showing up and I'm just expected to believe it's no big deal? Just felt like popping in for a visit? No big deal?"

He's annoying, but he is quite adept at doing fairly simple math.

Still, Eric probably means well but you can't let him in. As of now, comeback preparations for his group have begun ramping up, and with the years they have under their belt it results in longer days and much busier schedules than anything MVNE could even really begin to fathom yet. From one day to the next it feels like Sunwoo went from being almost obnoxiously underfoot to hardly ever heard from. Shows, practice, recordings and filming. If not one thing, there is always another waiting just around the bend.

As a result, communication with him has slowed nearly to a halt. Now, it is you who waits in the wings for a reply to a message that may not ever actually come. Humiliatingly humbling.

You spend a good portion of your days trying not to care.

Unfortunately, a byproduct of this is not entirely knowing where it is that the two of you stand. Sunwoo had been clear in the past; forthcoming and honest with his heart on his sleeve like he often does, and though your circumstances together had seemed to be headed in an evident direction then, the lack of communication has you wondering if at some point, unrealized by you, the path had diverted.

Maybe he is simply too busy to embark on that journey, and maybe a looming comeback and highly successful career is serving as something of a reminder of that fact.

Eric is still watching you.

"I guess I'm testing the limits of what I can reasonably get away with," you say, and it's not a complete lie. "I'm beginning to catch onto the fact that I take all of this just a little bit more seriously than everyone else does."

Jolting back, as if physically hit by the words you have just spoken, Eric's face twists like he can't believe what he's hearing, like it's the most absurd thing he has ever heard.

"You can't really believe that, right? That nobody else is taking their career seriously because they don't refuse to live, eat and breathe this shit every second of every day?" He snorts out a laugh and then continues on to say, "Come on, everybody clocks out. Even us. Even you."

"How are you not terrified of the prospect of becoming another article online? How do you not let that dictate your whole entire life?"

"Because it's going to happen anyway, whether I want it to, or not. Like, I could stay locked up inside of this building for months and if somebody wakes up one day and decides they want there to be some news about me, then there's going to be."

You raise an eyebrow. "So, what? Might as well give them something worth talking about then?"

He rolls his eyes again, as if quickly growing tired of your unrelenting antics.

"No, man! But listen… Is it really worth it to forgo every single aspect of yourself and your life just for this? Like, don't get me wrong, this is great, but it's all going to go away one day." Finally, he sets his sights on a melon slice sitting on his plate and shoves it into his mouth. "Most of us aren't going to still be doing this at 35, or 40; and then what do you have to show for it all? It's like starting again from scratch. At the very least, maybe you could have met someone along the way."

"I don't think most inactive idols who are married met their spouse while they were idols," you reason, but to that, Eric gives you a look of resounding doubt.

"A lot of them very much did."

Leaning back against the chair, Eric shrugs all nonchalant, like none of this really means anything to him either way. You know this to be untrue, however, due to his being here in any capacity whatsoever. It clearly does, and that fact alone rings alarm bells in your head.

He knows, he's onto you. It just so happens he has the tact not to say it out loud.

"Look, all I'm saying is that it doesn't have to be like this, you don't need to be so uptight about it all. No one else is, and most of them manage to escape out of the other side relatively unscathed. Think of it this way…" Eric meanders on the thought like he isn't entirely sure he wants to broach it to begin with, though ultimately, his nature betrays his sense of self-preservation. With another melon slice in hand, he waggles it vaguely in your direction and says, "How long were you following us as a fan—closely, might I add—and you never suspected a thing, now did you?"

A prior conversation with Juyeon springs to mind in that moment, but even more than that is the curious sensation that trickles up beneath your skin. You do think it through before rattling the question off, but you understand yourself enough to know that there was no chance of either of you leaving this interaction without it being laid out on the table.

"Sunwoo was…?"

"Ah!" Another melon slice is popped into his mouth, though he looks far too pleased with himself about all of this for your liking. He smiles through chews and says, "There's always women. Well, not always. I don't mean it like that…"

"Very tasteful…"

"You know what I'm trying to say! This isn't news to you so don't act like it is now just because you're all jealous and weird with each other, because the other thing you've no doubt learned through years of Sunwoo-viewing is that the bad boy schtick falls flat pretty much immediately once he's pressed about it. He's kind of a loser, a little pathetic but he means well. We like that about him, but girls don't. It's kinda like when you think you're buying a truck online for a killer deal and then it arrives and it's just a picture of the truck and then it's like oh, I guess that's why it was ₩1,000."

The two of you stare at each other in silence for a while after that, but eventually, Eric cuts through that once again.

"Anyway, you get what I mean."

"Was there a point to all of this?"

"Yes, the point is that a lot of people are probably going to tell you not to do anything to jeopardize all of this and I am here to tell you that you should forget everything they've ever told you and to just be smart, stay vigilant, and live your life. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity—all of this—so don't wake up one day and realize all you have to show for ten years of it is some Inkigayo trophies. Ya know, if you can help it."

The thought that follows is far and beyond against your better judgment, but Eric is nothing if not persistent, as well as offering a hefty dash of what you might consider to be some much needed hopeful optimism.

Your head falls into your hands, and with your face cradled between palms so tightly that it pushes and reforms the skin, you say, "So what you're saying is that I should just… date Sunwoo. Or whatever. That's what you're saying."

Sinking closer towards you over the table—so close that the scene probably appears incredibly inappropriate to any potential onlookers—Eric's voice drops to just above a whisper and he says, "It's gotta be pretty obvious by now, right? Everything? I can promise you he isn't just handing out his personal information to any pretty girl at a fansign."

"He certainly acts like he would."

Evidently the meeting has come to a rather abrupt end, because Eric shoots up from his chair and takes the tray back into his hands as he begins his self-aggrandizing strut away.

"That's the fun of it!" he says. "Playing pretend, give the people what they want, but at the end of the day; there's really only one."

Later that evening you receive a message.

The sound of it comes unexpectedly, and you're already fairly tucked into bed for the night on account of the late hour and much to do in the following days. 

Your phone screen glows from the table beside you, and though you look at it suspiciously and have half a mind to ignore it, you cannot will yourself to do so. 

Picking it up, you look at the notification and by some miracle, are surprised by what awaits you.

It's Sunwoo, and there's a photo attached. Your memory springs back to the last time he sent you a picture, and while you hope it's nothing of the sort, you are pleased to be hearing from him at all.

Filming for his drama often runs late at night and though you've not been able to meet with him much, occasionally the groups pass one another in the halls and you can see the evidence of a demanding schedule taking hold. His shoulders droop more, under eyes darker and a little less pep to his step than what you're used to seeing. 

Now, past one in the morning, he is messaging you.

Opening the app, the photo that awaits you is not anything you could have anticipated. It certainly isn't in line with the previous one in question; A beautiful, darkened landscape of trees with fairy lights draped through them, a cobblestone path with a light dusting of snow covering it, and a charming, brightly lit coffee truck with a couple of staff members lingering in wait.

The fact that he would see this and then think of you is not at all lost. Sunwoo has always been something of a romantic at heart, and though a lot of time has been lost since the last time it has felt like something may have been developing, it feels so incredibly him at his very basic core.

There is no text, only the image.

So, you begin typing back to him. A feat that is far from simple like the times it may have been before, and now you feel a sense of anxiety when drafting up what best to say. Talking to Sunwoo used to feel so easy when perhaps there was nothing on the line in doing so.

A few beginnings are drafted and then quickly deleted in favor of something better that you haven't yet thought of. You sigh aloud inside of your dark, empty room and make a pointed effort to center your thoughts so that you can do this. You wanted him to message you, can't leave him waiting forever for a reply now.

Eventually, you figure maybe less thought is better, because overthinking it will make the entire thing seem forced and contrived. Nothing is different now just because a handful of the minute circumstances between the two of you have changed; it's still just you and Sunwoo, the same people from before, the same friendship from before.

Sort of.

You [01:16]: pretty! they really are going for that romantic dramatization aren't they? super late night for you huh.

Almost as soon as you send the message, the indication that Sunwoo is typing once again flies up. He must have been waiting for your reply—never even locked his phone in anticipation of it—and that thought reignites something that you can undeniably recognize as dangerous inside of you: Wanting.

S [01:16]: filming wrapped already, wanted to see if you're awake. can i come over?

Your vision blurs reading over the words.

The girls are home but the dorm has been deathly quiet for quite some time now. Every light is off save for a handful of nightlights that decorate the halls. It's unusual even for you to be awake at this hour with how busy you have been. 

With your breath unsteadying, you inhale deep and begin typing your response.

You [01:17]: everyone is home, it's late

S [01:17]: not what i askedddddd yes or no

The fact that he is asking at all is already an incredible feat of growth as far as Sunwoo-relations are concerned. It's unusual for him to think anything through, much less have the foresight to ask for permission on a decision rather than default to seeking forgiveness after the fact. For this reason, you know that he is absolutely up to something, you just don't know what it is yet.

But maybe you want to find out.

With a shaky exhale that does not have the strength to steady your nerves, you type out your reply, and it is nothing more than a simple yes.

And for as much as you think yourself to be someone who has a relatively thorough understanding of his inner-workings, nothing could have prepared you for the next reply to come to you.

S [01:18]: outside. open up

Eyes widening, terror strikes you in that very moment and you leap to your feet. If any of the girls—or anyone else for that matter—happens to see him outside of your dorm it's going to be the unearthing of a whole set of problems that you very much prefer to remain buried. He's insane, and perhaps is a bit less calculated than you had just been giving him credit for, but more than all of that; it is exhilarating.

You pull on some sweatpants that might be backwards and rush yourself towards the front door as quietly as you possibly can. Looking towards the doors of your members, they are closed, but that does little to calm your fears as you begin to spiral into self-doubt about whatever it is that you have seemingly agreed to. Sunwoo cannot be seen here, not again, and you can only imagine that Woori's patience is growing rather thin despite not even understanding a fraction of the catastrophe that looms overhead.

Hand on the door, you take a deep breath and then… you open it.

What greets you isn't an adoring smile or a small wave, but the feeling of another body crashing directly into yours. You stumble back a few steps and try to maintain the wherewithal to deal with the door you could easily leave behind, but Sunwoo is handling it; removing himself from you only long enough to shut it as quietly as humanly possible, without so much as a single sound.

What follows is another flurry of lips, hands and teeth as he presses you into the kitchen and against the furthest back counter, a nook wholly out of sight should anyone cast a glance out from a doorway. Sunwoo's hands cradle your face as he kisses you, but this time is not like the last. There is nothing chaste nor gentle about his intent to taste you, and there is no effort from you not to meet him halfway in the endeavor either.

Sunwoo motions for you to hoist yourself up, and seated atop the faux-marble his hands drop to sit against your thighs. There is no sign of slowing down, only a desperate sense of urgency and the unraveling of something that has been too tightly wound for far too long.

It feels good. Too good. Intoxicatingly free to just let go. 

Your hands slip down to disappear under his hoodie, quick to locate the flesh that resides somewhere underneath. His muscles tense and shift at the feeling of the touch, sensitive but pleased to be on the receiving end of it all the same. Sunwoo kisses you harder, deeper; gasps into your mouth at the feeling of your hands on him and you drink it all down like there is nothing else left in the room to sustain you.

When his mouth eventually begins to trail elsewhere, you are finally able to hear the heavy beating of your heart ringing through your ears. Plush, soft lips find their intended mark lust below your ear, a devilish tongue that rakes over any spot where his teeth had just been, and your head falls back against the wall a little bit harder than it should, given the necessity of secrecy.

His palms slide up your thighs and settle at your waist, though there is no intention of them staying there given the way fingernails graze at your skin as he slowly curls his fingers into the waistband.

The implications of it all bring you to a crashing halt, and still clutching at the skin of his waist you whisper out, "Wait…"

Sunwoo's head pops up only enough to make eye contact, and the look on your face must say everything that he needs to know, because a salacious grin curls into his lips before once again tending to the work at hand.

His lips find the shell of your ear, breath ghosting over it in ways that electrify your entire body.

"You think I'm gonna fuck you in your kitchen the first time?" he whispers, voice raspy and laden with lust. "Come on, you know me better than that."

Not that you had been meaning to, but if there had been a reply in wait from you it would have been ripped away right along with the firm yank of that waistband from your hips.

Fabric pools on the ground below, and Sunwoo comes up to kiss you again. This time it's brief; lips slide down the column of your neck and you're so dizzy with the immediacy of it all that it isn't until you hear the accidental brush of his knee against a lower cupboard and fingers curling into the fabric still sitting between your legs that you really start to put together the pieces of what's about to happen here.

That knowledge is just as quickly followed by the firm, pointed swipe of his tongue against you.

The gasp that escapes you is too close for comfort as far as volume is concerned. You sling a hand over your mouth, eyes dropping down between your legs to find his, and even more unfortunately for your resolve; he seems to be incredibly amused by it all.

Sunwoo wants you to give in to this, and give in to it, you do. Your free hand settles into his hair and your fingers wrap loose, black curls around and between them as he happily tastes you for the second time tonight. It's sloppy work; little finesse and an unfortunate lack of visual aid to help guide him in the search of having you finally unravel for him. It's so dark, and the both of you have to be even more silent during an exploration that is meant to be anything but.

As much as the odds are stacked against him, it may not end up a failure of an endeavor regardless. This moment has been cultivating for too long between secret meetings and stolen kisses. You can feel the blooming warmth of a release that hopes to come to fruition, and for all of the things that Sunwoo isn't, he does appear to be adept at reading the signs. For everything that he lacks as a result of the situation that the two of you have landed yourselves in, he is nothing if not eager; and that eagerness is hurtling you towards something that you can't be sure you'll be able to stifle when the time comes.

He shifts his position just slightly, and with the additional space he slips a finger inside and curls.

Every muscle in your legs tightens almost painfully so, your eyes screw shut and you have no other option than to drop the hand from your mouth, clutch onto the countertop edge, and pray that this isn't how it's all going to have to come to an end.

The way that the beginning of his name stutters out of your mouth in nothing more than a labored hiss is nearly humiliating, and maybe that's just something that you're going to have to make peace with in the morning. For now, it doesn't matter; the only things carrying any importance being Sunwoo's warm tongue firm and fast at work to make you come for him, and the vision of his eyes staring up at you as you do while he remains knelt down on the kitchen floor.

Through clenched teeth, it all culminates in one long, shattering blow. When you finally do come it's hard fought and leaves you nearly breathless as it takes you; no concern of sounds echoing throughout the dorm as your body heaves a lengthy, silenced gasp.

Sunwoo takes an asserted care in slowing to a halt, though the aftershocks of sensitivity wrack your body with every feather-light glide of his tongue against your body.

When he brings himself back to a standing position, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and goes in to kiss you all over again.

"Don't make me wait so long next time, would you?" he says against your lips, "I've been waiting ages, it's been excruciating."

"You poor thing," you reply through exchanged kisses. "How ever did you survive?"

Sunwoo hums like something exceedingly sinful has come to mind in response. Eyes still blown out with lust and no such release for himself anticipated here.

"I'll give you a play-by-play of exactly how I survived another time." He kisses you again, this time fuller and with more intent and then says, "You prefer video, or video call?"

Your hands once again curve up to feel the skin of his body beneath his shirt, and Sunwoo just about melts into the touch that you offer. His eyes fall closed, lips lazily meeting yours for the affection that you're offering.

"This is going to be a thing now, isn't it?" you ask, knowing full well that the damage is already done.

"We tried it their way. I like our way better."

And unfortunately, you find that the same goes for you.

end of act 2! 🫣

[innorogers]

Lucid

Steve Rogers x Dark Past Reader (You)

Summary: Steve finds out about your past. You're nothing as he thought you were. You are better.

Warning: Steve struggling / Past revelations / You don't have to read this: Chapter 1 - Insomnia, but it would enhance the experience if you did.

What do you do the night you meet the love of your life? You spend it with to him—talking, hugging, kissing, teetering on the edge of going further... but it doesn’t matter, because one day, you won’t recall the specifics. Years from now, future you will think back to this night and remember only the magic you felt, the moments your heart skipped a beat, and the wonder of it all.

In the present, as the first rays of sunlight rise from the east and touch your face, you can barely keep your eyes open, almost drifting off against Steve’s shoulder. Once he finds out you’ve just come off a 13-hour shift, he insists on walking you to your dorm. And though it seems to take every ounce of his willpower, he refuses your unspoken invitation to stay. Ever the gentleman.

After a shift that handed you five hours of overtime, you managed to get immediate compensation—and even figured out how to maximize your sleep: you'll shower later.

So, after Steve kisses you goodbye for the sixth time, you finally close the door and collapse into your pillow. Though, to be honest, you’d rather be falling asleep on his chest.

Captain America, on the other hand, was more awake than ever. The last time he felt this energized was when they thawed him from his popsicle state. It was like walking in sunlight, and he half-expected some cheesy background music to play as he moved through the halls.

But, as always, fate was waiting in the corner to throw a punch and kick his perfectly peach shaped ass.

You were still on his mind when he stepped into the Level 0 – Avengers Only common room. You hadn’t left his thoughts since he said goodbye to you... thirty minutes ago.

To his surprise, Natasha was already there – she was never up before 11 – typing something into a computer - she was also never on top of her paperwork -.

“Oh wow, this is rare.” Steve was in a mood—no, actually, "mood" wasn’t the right word. He was still wonderstruck, wrapped up in his own bubble of happiness because of meeting you. 

“Haha, hilarious,” Natasha deadpanned without even glancing up. “Go ahead and laugh now, Rogers. One day, that ‘I’m from the 40s, I don’t know this shit’ lame excuse is not gonna to fly anymore, and you’ll actually have to do some of this.”

“Well... by then, hopefully our genius philanthropist will have invented something to take this torture off our hands,” Steve replied, handing her a cup of coffee.

Now he had her attention.

“Someone’s in a good mood…” She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Alright, spill.”

“Oh no, not a chance,” Steve shook his head, grinning. “Not happening.”

But after a pause, he added, “Hey, we have full access to everyone’s records here, right?”

“Yeah, Level 0 clearance,” Natasha replied, still focused on her typing. “You’ve got everything on your phone. Why?”

Steve glanced at your name in his phone and tried to sound casual. “What do you know about an engineer?” He wasn’t entirely sure if that was your title—you had mentioned it, but he had only been paying attention to the important stuff (like your favorite ice cream, song, hobbies, and what you wanted to do this Saturday night…).

“You’ll need to be more specific. I need an ID or at least a last name.”

“Illithya Lancaster,” he said softly, almost smiling as your name left his lips.

“Oh yeah,” Natasha responded immediately, “the one that goes by ‘Twelve,’ right?”

That got Steve’s full attention. He sat up straight, frowning. “‘Twelve’? Is that a nickname?”

“Code Name 12. Subject ID HE0012.” Natasha continued typing as though she were battling something. “You know what that means.”

“No.” Steve’s voice turned rigid. “I don’t.”

The typing finally stopped, and Natasha swiveled around in her chair to face him. “H for Hydra, E for experiment, number 12. She was one of Hydra’s experiments, Steve.”

That was a bucket of ice water he hadn’t expected. Right to the spine. Steve took a few seconds to find his voice.

“What?”

“There.” Natasha handed him an iPad with all the information: “See, here she is. Um… mission rescue R804, Siberia… Sokovia… yeah, she’s on Hydra's top confidential list, one of the few we’ve got. Stark moved mountains to save her from rotting in a federal prison for eternity.” She spoke quickly as she read, her voice unusually soft, full of compassion.

Steve paused for a moment, trying to recall if you’d mentioned anything about a nickname last night, but he didn’t think you had.

He could barely think. His voice, distant and faint, whispered: “‘Twelve’? What… happened to the other eleven?”

Swiping the iPad, Natasha didn’t even look up, just shrugged: “What do you think?” She didn’t notice Steve’s face go pale instantly. 

“Illithya was the only survivor, barely. Used and discarded as anything Hydra could imagine… like something disposable.” 

She sighed. “I’ve seen awful things, but this is one of the files I try to forget.”

Steve’s mind was in turmoil. He couldn’t think, and the pain in his chest seemed to crush every fiber of his being.

He couldn’t believe it. You, his treasured little secret, his enchanted, magical midsummer night, this beautiful, pure soulmate he’d fallen with—the one who told him a fairy would bring him all the stars—had been used, abused, treated like a guinea pig, nothing more than a lab rat?

He was beginning to understand the emotions rising within every cell of his body: a mix of uncontrollable anger, sadness, and fear.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, his voice wavered slightly: “...How… how long was she experimented on?”

Natasha set the file aside and looked him straight in the eye. There was empathy there. She knew Steve was shaken, so she softened her voice as much as she could, though her words remained honest.

“‘Till we got her? A lifetime. She was born and raised in captivity. Her entire existence was based on an experiment.”

Steve closed his eyes. It was more than he could bear. The pain he felt intensified with every word Nat spoke. 

He clenched his fists, veins bulging with rage. How could they. 

“How did you rescue her?” He found himself asking in a calm voice, as if inquiring about any other case.

“We didn’t. She escaped, and we found her. After you and Tony split in Siberia.” Nat pulled up the file again on the tablet and handed it to him, but Steve didn’t look. He wasn’t ready.

“So, until she got away…” Steve heard his voice, sounding unnervingly emotionless, and he hated it. “Was she under Hydra’s control her entire life?”

Black Widow didn’t respond at first. She nodded, just barely, while watching him. She was using the spy stare, reading everything beneath the surface, interpreting every unspoken word, every pause, every silence was a puzzle piece for her to figure out the entire picture.

“A lifetime under Hydra…” Steve whispered.

And he felt awful for saying it.

But there it was, a poisoned seed growing in the shadows of his mind. Steve wanted to bury it deep, but he couldn’t stop. 

The doubt crept in, spreading like a toxin—the thought that everything you’d been through had changed you.

How could you ever purge Hydra’s venom from your veins? Was it still there, lurking in every dormant cell, slowly expanding like a plague, consuming all the good, the magic, the purity in you? Corrupting you?

“Stop,” Natasha suddenly said.

She gave him a look Steve recognized—she was about to ask something that would make him think, really think.

After a deep breath, she spoke: “If you’re asking about her, it’s because you’ve met her, right? So, what do you think? Did she seem like a…villain? Or was she different? Special, maybe?”

Steve leaned back into the chair at her words, the memory of you filling his mind again, your innocence, your weird yet adorable responses, your naivety, your smile…You.

The touch of your hand, the softness of your voice, the pureness of your soul. The way you’d clung to him, spoke to him, trusted him, kissed him. He exhaled slowly, a ghost smile on his face. 

“No. I never thought of her as a villain. Or as any…negative. She was different, more than different. She was…she is…incredible…she’s wonderful…she’s…” Perfect.

Natasha remained in silence. Staring at him. Then she leaned up, her words like splashed ripples on the spring's surface. “Why do you trust Barnes, Steve?”

Her tone was calm and serene, yet it made Steve clench his fists. The question was unexpected, but not unanticipated—he knew she’d ask; she always pushed when she had that look.

“He was, or is, more Hydra than anyone we’ve ever rescued from those hellholes, yet you risked everything to save him.”

“That’s different. I know Bucky, he’s all I have left of my past. And he was brainwashed.” You weren’t. You acted, and you act by choice… don’t you? Steve panicked at the thought. Everything you did, you did with your heart… right? Everything that happened last night, was true…Right?

“So if she wasn’t brainwashed, she’s guilty?” A slight ironic smile tugged at Nat’s lips. “Even though she never asked to be born into a Hydra experiment, or to live in captivity. Is she at fault, Steve? For not trying hard enough to escape?”

Steve froze at her words, realizing what she was getting at. You weren’t brainwashed, no, much worse, you’d grown up knowing nothing of life outside Hydra. You weren’t just a victim. No. He thought of you. You were a survivor. A fighter.

“That sounded a bit protective.” Steve looked at his fellow Avenger, studying her expression. “Was it just a rescue mission, Nat? You don’t usually…attach to people.”

Letting out a laugh, Natasha returned to her usual mysterious, lazy smile. “I’ll let you find out for yourself.” 

She hesitated but finally spoke under Steve’s gaze: “She’s… different, Steve.”

A slight, warm smile crossed Black Widow’s face. 

“She’s kind…and good. I don’t know how to explain it, but she’s innocent. Her heart… it’s pure.”

Steve raised an eyebrow at Nat’s words. He could hear the awe in her voice, and it made him think of you: The way you’d looked at him, the sparkle in your eyes. Tiny butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he remembered the way you’d laughed and how they took flight when he kissed you.

Without even realizing it, his voice became as tender as it could be: “Yes. She is all those things.”

“Like I said.” Natasha leaned back in her chair, her fingers returning to the keyboard. “I’ll let you find out for yourself.”

LAB 278—it had taken some time to find.

Steve silently thanked Jarvis for lighting the way as he stepped into your lab—your private, secluded lab, hidden almost a 20-minute walk from the central facilities. Steve hadn’t even known this place existed on campus.

He pushed open the door and saw you through the thick glass. He couldn’t help but marvel as he took in the entire space. Your lab looked like a greenhouse, with plants everywhere—on the desk, under the tables, on the floor, shelves, and windows. Long curtains of leaves hung down from the ceiling like rain falling through broken glass. 

Large screens dominated the room, and then Steve’s eyes widened at what he saw next. 

An armory. Their. Armory. 

A bow being analyzed by lasers, prototypes of metal gauntlets, shattered helmets, and torn suits.

And then, he saw you.

You were cleaning his shield.

Everything fell into silence when his gaze rested on you. The whole place became a quiet green ocean, so still that Steve could almost hear the plants breathing. And his own heartbeat. That stopped when you lifted the shield and gently kissed it.

“Do a good job,” he heard you whisper to it. “Protect him. Keep him safe.”

Steve snapped out of it as those words echoed in his mind. He had a hundred questions, but they vanished in that instant. He wasn’t even thinking—he was reacting—as he stepped forward and opened the door.

The look on your face when you heard the noise and turned around was indescribable. All the tension in your expression softened, and the light in your eyes brightened. 

Steve wondered, how he’d been so blind, so stupid, to believe some reports instead of trusting…you.

“Oh. Hi…” You smiled, joy sparkling in every corner of the room.

God, that smile. The happiness in your eyes at seeing him weakened his knees. He spoke, his voice softer than he’d expected. 

“Hey...”

You almost run to him under instinc. Wanting to move closer, to take his hands, but…you weren’t sure. Was it too much? Too fast? What are you (or this) supposed to be? Are you even dating? Will he hate it? So, you blushed and stood still. “I…I um… I’m so glad you’re here.”

Steve noticed the way you flinched, the way you wanted to reach out but held yourself back. It made him feel…sad, like something was cracking in his chest. He wanted to reach out and take your hand. But he didn’t—not yet. 

Instead, he stepped closer, his voice gentle as he smiled. “…And I’m very glad to be here.”

“Oh.” You weren’t sure if it was the lack of sleep or if you were just lost in his eyes, but your mind was racing, and you couldn’t stop yourself from blurting out something dumb, like really dumb.

“I missed you.”

Oh, what the hell. You wanted to bite your tongue. Especially when you saw Steve freeze. Okay, that was stupid as fuck, you thought, looking down, unsure of what to say next.

“I’ll take it back, I’m sorry, that was stu—” But before you could finish, you were pulled into a tight embrace.

Steve pulled you towards him, wrapping his arms around you in a tight, protective hold. As if he wanted you to melt within him.

He realized how absurd he had been for holding this back, how deeply he craved you. Like a primal longing, like a dying plant thirsting for a drop of dew, or desperate for air.

“Please…don’t be.” He whispered, pressing your head to his shoulder, inhaling the scent of your hair, his eyes closed as he sighed. “I missed you too.”

“Oh.” You awkwardly ran your hands along his back, fumbling at first, before simply giving in and hugging him tighter. You caressed his neck until he rested his forehead against yours, exhaling deeply.

And you smiled. 

“So…you did find out, huh?”

He stood silently, with his chin in your shoulder. And after a while he said in a bitter tone: “How’d you know?”

“‘Cause you look exactly like Tony and Natasha did when they found out. And… because you’re in my lab. I mean, I don’t think this place is a hot spot, huh?” You laughed and broke the hug slightly, but he tightened his grip on your waist, unwilling to let you pull away. 

You caressed his face, inhaling the warmth of his breath, and looked into his eyes. 

"Steve, what happened to me isn’t a burden for you to carry, you know that, right?”

Steve froze. 

Isn’t it? 

Wasn’t it because he hadn’t destroyed Hydra when he had the chance?

Because they didn’t find out sooner?

Because… he wasn’t there?

You struggled to read people, especially someone you cared about, so when you saw the pale, stiff look on his face, you paralyzed.

Was that why he came? To tell you it was over? Well…to be honest, you wouldn’t blame him. After all… you were you, and he was… Steve Rogers. And you were…Hydra’s Frankenstein.

That thought must have shown on your face, because Steve noticed the change in your expression—fear and shame, like you were some kind of Quasimodo who had his mask ripped off.

The mere thought made Steve’s blood boil—the idea that he might reject you because of your past, as if you were to blame for things you couldn’t control. As you were…sinful and…bad.

He suddenly cupped your face and spoke firmly, the words echoing from his heart, the same words he should have said the moment Natasha told him the truth.

“Hey, hey… look at me. Look at me.” He stared straight into your eyes. "Don’t doubt me. Don’t doubt… us.” His voice was filled with protectiveness and anger. “I’m here, and I…” I’m falling for you.

“Do you regret it?” Your voice trembled. “Last night… do you regret… meeting me?”

“No.” His voice was steady and resilient, unwavering and unshakable: “Not in a million lifetimes.”

You held your breath for a moment, trying not to cry. Then spoke as you were telling a secret. 

“I always wondered…What would I have been like if I were… normal? If I had normal parents—a father working in a bank, a mom as a teacher. I’d go to school, go to prom, fall in love… have friends… but…” 

You pressed your fingers into his hand and smiled softly.

“… I wouldn’t change anything about my past, if that was the road I had to take, that leaded me…to finally meet you.”

Steve felt like he could’ve started crying at any moment. 

Your past had left a crack in his heart, something he could never fix, something that would always hurt. And yet, you said it was all worth it? All the suffering, all the pain… just to meet him? How could he… how could he deserve you? He couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe.

“God…” he murmured, his voice filled with pain. “How can you say that… how can you still be so…” 

Kind. Good. Pure.

Natasha was damn right. You were everything she said, and more.

“Hmmm… Maybe…” You thought out loud. "Maybe I always knew I’d meet you someday, and I had to be good enough… to be… worthy.”

Steve exhaled, trying to calm the storm in his heart and mind. 

The weight of your words hit him hard. He paused for a moment before he pulled you against him, his arms wrapping around you tightly, as if that could protect you from all the misfortune or pain that might come in the years ahead.

“Damn it…”

His voice broke as he whispered.

“I can’t believe I found you…”

“Well then,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand. 

“Thank you for finding me.”

Time stilled for a moment, but before he could think, Steve’s body had already reacted, he pinned you against the workbench as his hand weaved through your hair, and his lips pressed yours in a deep kiss. 

He couldn’t hold back anymore, he needed you, wanted you, to hold you as close as possible, without letting you go ever again.

All the composure he had been trying to maintain disappeared the moment he felt you. 

Your lips, your tongue, your scent… Any sense of reason was hanging by a thread. 

He lifted you onto the desk, sending pens and books scattering to the floor, but he didn’t give a damn. Not when your legs wrapped around his hips and you moaned his name as his hand tightened around your waist.

“Jesus…”

The way your voice sounded, the way you were looking at him, the way you were sitting with your legs around him, everything was driving him desperately crazy, struggling to keep control to not to tear your clothes off and make you his right there. 

He broke the kiss before doing something reckless, but his body was tense, and his breathing panting. 

“You’re driving me crazy…” He breathes heavily, leaving a deep kiss in your forehead.

“What?” Your mind was still spinning from his kiss, and you replied without thinking: “Well yeah, welcome to the club.” 

Steve left out a laugh, All the intense revelations from earlier had nearly made him forget just how incredible your comebacks were. 

He looks down and kisses you again, this time with more tenderness than passion, and he speaks as he continues. 

“I’ve been thinking about this since I left you this morning…”

“Can you…” You could barely form a word without moaning: “Can you think…of taking this further?”

“…” 

That made him stopped. 

The suggestion sent a shiver down his spine. Oh you and your amazing comebacks. His mind suddenly flashed, imagining all the things he’d wanted to do to you, maybe in his room, in the bed, with you under him, moaning his name as you just did, only louder and louder…

Steve quickly shook the thought from his mind, trying to force himself back to reality. 

“God… please don’t tempt me.” He could feel his body reacting to his own imagination, so he pressed his forehead against yours, clenching his fists, trying to regain some control.

“I…” You wanted to say, "I don’t mind," or even, 'I don’t give a damn if you take me right now...You know what, there’s actually a bed at the back of this lab.' But then his phone rang.

“What the hell…” He glanced at the caller ID and groaned, “For gods sake, what timing…” One hand reached for the phone while the other held you firmly. “I’m sorry, babe, give me a sec.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of him calling you that for the first time, but before you could process it, Tony Stark’s voice echoed through the empty lab.

“I don’t know what you are doing there, Cap…And trust me, I don’t wanna know…but Jarvis just sent me a reminder, to remind you, that there are cameras everywhere in the working campus. Everywhere.” 

You could tell there was a humorous tone in Iron man’s voice.

“Even in remotely located labs for top secret employees.”

End but TBC-

Continue to:

3: Reverie |

4: Nightmare |

5: Awakening |

6: Dusk |

7: Hypnagogia |

8: Lull |

9: Vigil |

10: Eclipse |

Alright, thanks for reading up to here. Hope you enjoyed it!! <3

So when I started writing Part 1, I was like, 'Oh, let's just write cute one-shots and short stuff.' And here I am with a complex OC and a struggling Steve. I'm so sorry for that :3 I just can't help myself!

Part 3 comes with 'the one night I made you mine and made you beg' thing I was hoping I'd finally get to. I promise! (Still have no idea how I'm writing that through my working shifts, tho.)

Okay, have a good one <3 Lmk if you liked it ? Report and everything is highly appreciated <3 :D

Love.,

Moon.

[atinystaypixie]

Mr. Baker Man

Summary: Your next door neighbor is the local baker. He's so sweet to offer you baking lessons. How did you get so lucky to have such an amazingly sweet and handsome neighbor?

WC: 3.7k+

CW: 18+ MDNI!!, Sex!, Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Reader gets drugged but not for sex, Nanami Kento, (kinda not proofread)

Pixie's Spooktober

The last few months have been hectic. It seemed that everything and anything bad that could happen did. It started when you discovered your boyfriend of four years had been sleeping with your best friend. The man who told you he loved you every chance he got and seemed that he couldn't spend a moment away from you was found laying in your bed with the woman you trusted everything with. Your day at work was already terrible only to be greeted with the moans of your best friend and lover ringing through the apartment. The apartment that you shared with your now ex-boyfriend. They didn't even feel remorse when they got caught either. It lead to you fucking up your nails and hands before kicking them both out.

You didn't have time to wallow in heartache because the next day you had to get up early to head to your nightmare of a job. Day in and day out you spent attending your job in a haze. The days blending together. It went on like this for a couple of months, nothing but going from home to work and repeating it all over again the next day. It was like that, until it wasn’t.

Your boss's never ending attitude and rudeness greeted you before you even made it through the doors. He seemed to pick you for his target of abuse for the day and was on your ass. The whole day he had been nitpicking at you over every fine detail. Whenever you moved, he had something to comment on. Your head was hurting and if you heard one more insult the police would need to be called. His endless words pushed you too far resulting in you snapping at him and giving him a long awaited cursing out. It resulted in you being fired and him having a drink thrown in his face.

After leaving the building and making it back to your empty apartment, a note is left on your door. The rent is being raised. The bills were barely getting paid with both you and your ex-boyfriend paying them, but now you would be homeless especially since you were jobless now. A heavy sigh left your lips as you opened the door and kicked off your shoes. The shuffling of your feet filled the silence in the air as you entered your bedroom. You plop onto your bed with a huff. Today's events flowing through your head. It's weighing on your shoulders how you're losing everything. Life is taking a toll on you, you just need someone to talk to. An idea pops in your head to call your favorite aunt. She was always understanding and great at advice and was the last family you have left after your parents passed a few years ago. She was the one to listen to you rant and cry when you caught your ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend together.

The phone dials and you wait for her to answer. It takes a minute and you expect her to pick up, but instead you are sent to voicemail. She usually never misses a chance to answer your call but it is late and she might be asleep at this hour. She lives in a different state so it is later where she is. You decide to let her rest and try her again in the morning. It was only you needing to release the struggles you have been feeling so if she is asleep there is no need to continuously call her phone. Another sigh escapes you and you decide to just turn in for the night. Sleep doesn’t come easily, but you eventually pass out due to exhaustion.

That sleep doesn’t last long however. Your ringtone pulls you awake from the restless dreamland you were in. You look at the clock and see it's too early for someone to be calling you. The ringing of your phone is blaring and making you squint from not being adjusted to being awake yet. Looking at the screen, you see the number is unfamiliar. With a groggy voice, you answer the unknown number expecting to be able to tell them they have the wrong number so they wouldn’t call again.

“Hello? I think-”

“Is this Y/n?” A voice speaks, stopping you from completing your sentence. It confuses you that they know your name considering the voice isn’t recognizable.

“That’s me.” Confusion is clear in your tone.

“Yes, hello. We have the phone of a patient here and you are the last contact that dialed. I am sorry to inform you, but the patient we have here is deceased.” A shaky gasps leaves you as you hope they aren’t talking about who you think they are. The last person you called was your aunt, no one else. After cutting ties with your boyfriend and best friend, no other calls were made on your phone. You ask the person on the phone to describe who they are speaking about. Your ears start to ring as they describe your beloved aunt in every detail. “--- Ma’am? Hello, ma’am? Are you there?” It didn’t register that their voice had faded into the background as your already shattered world crumbled into more pieces. All you knew was that your last source of peace was gone from this world.

Fast forward four months and here you are now. You moved into your aunt's house away from the state you lived in. She already had a will written and left everything to you in it. That woman was always prepared, even down to her unexpected death. The cause of death was linked to a health condition. She hadn't told you about it, but it caused her to crash her car while driving. They said they couldn't find her ID due to the excessive amount of debris.

The money you inherited helped you move here. It wasn't easy, but you adjusted to living in the lonely house. Quiet memories of the times you spent here with your aunt would walk the halls, but after the first month it got easier. Your neighbors were welcoming, and some even remembered you from your previous visits. There were a couple you had never seen before, but all were kind.

Just like the neighbor next door. He wasn’t living here the last time you visited, but you learned he ran a small bakery that was frequented by everyone. It was hard to believe he was a baker. His facial expressions and regular outfits were the total opposite of someone who ran such a warm, loving shop. When he spoke, it all made sense though. He was older than you and alway took his time when speaking to you. A man with much patience and attentiveness. You could call him anytime you needed help. Like when your water faucet broke, he had it fixed in an hour and even left you a basket of fresh biscuits.

To say you had lost everything, life had been better since you moved here. Even if it was under the circumstances of your aunt passing. The air was easier to breathe, your neighbors were absolute sweethearts, your job didn't work you to the bone and paid more. For once, in a long time, you didn't feel the weight of the world on your shoulders. And everyday, you get to go to the bakery and get a delicious snack before heading home.

"Hi, Nanami!" You joyfully greeted him as you do everyday, a normal part of your routine.

"Hello, Y/n." His deep voice and chiseled cheeks greeted you with a smile. "How was your day? Here for the usual?" Nanami Kento, a tall man with blonde hair. Unnaturally handsome and the best baker. His desserts weren't only sweet, but his visuals as well. Your heart fluttered each time you made eye contact with him.

"My day was good. Thank you for asking. How was yours?" Your hands fill with an assortment of pastries as you speak. Picking the ones you have been craving most for the day. Some sweet, some savory. "And yes, I can't skip getting my daily happiness." You place your items on the counter and grab a bottle of wine from the shelf.

Nanami continues the conversation with you as he starts ringing up your items. He neatly packs them in a bag as he goes. "I could alway teach you how to make a thing or two.” He kindly offers you.

The offer catches you off guard. Nanami was always gentle with you, but never had he openly invited you to do something with him. You were more cordial neighbors rather than close neighbors. A hello and small talks were often exchanged rather than in depth conversations. Sometimes only the nod of a head would be given. It was never anything involving the two of you spending time together.

A small smile forms on your lips, “You would do that? I would like that.”

"Great, let's meet here this weekend. I'll teach you how to make your favorite." He hands you your bag as you agree to your plans. You walk out the shop with excitement coursing through you. Although you and the handsome baker might not have had strong interactions before, he still found a way into your heart in these few months.

The trip back home is quick. His shop wouldn't take long to walk to from the neighborhood and you were in your car making the trip even shorter. You discard your shoes at the door and get comfortable. The television is on as you indulge in your sweets. You flip through the channels mindlessly until you get tired. Your eyes drift shut slowly pulling you into a satisfying sleep. The sleep makes you miss the news giving information that relates directly to the way your aunt passed.

You spend the rest of the week attending work. The week is busier than normal so you don't get to visit the bakery due to you working overtime. You're tired when you arrive home and usually head straight to sleep instead of going to visit the bakery. By the time the weekend comes, you had barely seen Nanami and were excited to be in his presence again. You pick a cute dress after spending time preparing. It wasn’t a date, but you still wanted to look cute in the presence of the man.

You decided to walk to the bakery since you didn’t have any other plans for the day. The short trip spent with you thinking about interacting with Nanami. The scent of pastries hit your nose before you even reach the shop. It was closer to closing time and the last few customers were leaving. You catch the door and enter. Nanami is cleaning off the counter when he looks up and sees you.

“You made it. I’m almost finished. Could you flip the sign to closed please.” His voice was calming and deep as he spoke. You do as he asks and walk up to the counter. He puts the cleaning supply away and leads you to the back where the kitchen is.

It didn't take long for him to get everything set up. He named all the ingredients to you and even gave you a cute chef's hat. His personality was shining through the longer he talked and it was cute to see. He was clearly passionate about baking and explained why certain ingredients were added before others.

"Do it like this. It's easier and better for the dough." He placed himself behind you. His breath hitting your ear, chest pressing to your back, and large hands clasping around yours to guide you. His body was warm. Too warm. It was taking over your mind as you felt his chest move as he helped press your hands to the dough.

Your heart starts beating faster the longer he stands behind you. A wet patch forming in your panties. He was so much bigger than you. It felt good being this close to a man again since you hadn't been near one after your breakup.

"Okay, now we can place it in the pan." His words break you from your thoughts. He grabs a pan and places the shaped dough in it. The tall man reaches for a knife and the size catches you off guard. It's wrapped in an interesting print protection. Nanami takes his time unraveling it.

"Why such a large knife?" You question curiously.

"I like this one. It feels better to use." He says casually and cuts a design into the dough. "Cutting it like this is how we get the design you always look at before you buy it." He states. You're surprised he noticed you did this. "This will take an hour to make."

Nanami places the large knife down and shows you the product of his skills. "Wow, you're really good. I would botch that." He gives a deep chuckle at your words as he wipes his hands off. He hands yours and does the same. Your eyes widen slightly.

"You know. You really have to stop looking at me like that." His voice dropped an octave and you make eye contact with him.

"W-what?"

"I see how you look at me. It's cute, really. Just makes me want to bend you over whenever you come in here." He eyes flicker to your lips as you take your bottom one between your teeth. You feel your face heating up at his close proximity again. The way he looms over you and runs his thumb over your knuckles.

"Please." A whimper leaves you and that's all it takes for him to grip your chin between and plant his lips on yours. His strong arm wraps around your waist before trailing his hand up your spine. It stops right at your zipper and starts to slowly drag it down. Kisses are trailed down your neck as he takes his time undressing you in the kitchen. He lifts you and places you on the counter, spreading your legs open for him to stand in between. His thumb rubs over your throbbing clit in circles. He eyes locks with your as your mouth falls open from his touch.

"I've barely touched you and you're dripping." You whine at his words and push your hips closer to his hand. He stops you with his other. "Take what I give you." He rubs up and down your slit, flicking your clit each time before he pushes two fingers inside of you. They make a come hither motion, rubbing your insides so well. Your eyes rolling back as you rock towards him as much as his strong grip allows you. His fingers slide in deeper and deeper rubbing at a spot that tickles your brain. Nanami watches you closely wanting to catch every gasp and moan from you.

"N-Nanami…mmmm…please. Feels so good." Your moans makes his pants tighten. His bulge grows the more your wetness coats his fingers. Your walls fluttering giving him the sign of you getting closer to your release. He leans in close to your ear again.

"You're only coming on my dick." He removes his fingers from your leaking hole and unzips his pants. His big. Length and girth. An airy laugh leaves him when he sees you eyeing his dick. He lifts his fingers that were just inside you to your lips.

"Open." You obey him immediately and take the digits in your mouth. Your tongue swirling around them tasting yourself. He pulls his digits out and strokes his dick with your spit lubing himself up before pressing his tip to your entrance. He didn't immediately enter you. He swipe his tip through your folds collecting your juices and circling your entrance. He did this a couple of times before you started whining for him again.

"Stop teasing me. Want you in me." It didn't take much more for you before he was thrusting into you. Filling you to the brim with every inch he had to offer. Your walls gripping onto him drawing a deep grunt out of the blonde haired man. He pulled your hips closer and started fucking into you.

Your nails caught his back scratching it as he hit deep inside of you. The stretch is much more than your ex ever gave you. He was hitting spots you didn't even know you had. Your moans were loud and long. Broken breaths accompanying them as you hid your face in his neck. Nanami didn't appreciate that.

"No, no. Let me hear you, pretty girl. Look at me when I'm fucking you." His hand gripped at your hair pulling your head back making you look at him. He wanted to hear everything. He wanted to know how good he was making you feel. The pretty girl who suddenly moved in next to him, the pretty girl who was always in his shop, the pretty girl who appreciated his pastries more than any of the neighbors.

"Nanami! Fuck! Nanami! Please! Please!" You didn't know what you were begging for. Your thoughts were only filled with him. How he was slipping in and out of you. The sounds your pussy made with each deep thrust. The sound of your bodies smacking together. He was undoubtedly the best dick you ever had and the drool sliding from the side of your lips was proof.

Nanami wipes a thumb across it, cleaning it up for you. "Such a messy thing. Fuck, you feel so good squeezing around me." Nanami balls tightened with each thrust. Your pussy so wet around him, milking him so well. The squelching sounds making him lose all control. His hips speeding up getting addicted to the warmth of your cunt. He leans in and takes your breasts in his hand. His tongue meeting your hard nipple, wetting it in his saliva. He feels you squeeze around him at that and keeps going. Seeing you in pleasure making his dick more sensitive in your walls.

You grip at his hair, threading your fingers through the strands. Your body shaking as you get closer to your intense orgasm. He's abusing your g-spot over and over. You can feel him in your stomach, your legs tingling from the pleasure. Nanami is relentless. His thumb meets your swollen clit again. Your voice is loud as you scream.

"Too much! Too much! I can't take it!" You're trying to move away from him. The constant licking and sucking on your nipples, the drag of his thumb on your clit, his dick pushing in and out your sensitive walls.

You can't even warn him before you're cumming. Your release coming in strong, making your eyes roll back. Your voice caught in your throat as your pussy pushes out your cum. You can feel your core tightening and untightening with each ragged breath you take. Your mind is blank as you can only feel pleasure. You tense up and then relax after some seconds.

It's then when you feel oversensitivity kicking in. Nanami hasn't stopped thrusting into you. You're pushing at his hips, not even able to speak. You're going to cum again. It's too soon. You can't take it.

"You can do it. You can give me another one. Just cum for me, pretty girl." Nanami was talking you through it. His voice trying to hold steady through his own moans and grunts. The fluttering of your walls bringing him closer to his own release. "Come on. Do it. Cum for me again."

You didn't think it was possible for this to happen. You've never cum this quickly again. Your pussy grips onto him as your release washes over you. His name leaving your lips like a chant. He fucks you through your second orgasm. Your body goes limp in his arms as you coat his dick in more of your cum.

Nanami works you through it, rubbing at your clit still helping you release all of your cum. He feels you relaxing again and pulls his dick out stroking it quickly. Your pussy enough to have him weak in the knees. With a grunt he is releasing on your cunt. The white substance spurting out covering you. His breathing heavy and head thrown back as he cums. "Fuccckkk!" His voice is raspy when he cums. It has your sensitive walls fluttering.

You both are spent. Chests heaving up and down from the intense orgasms you both just had. Nanami leans close to you again and leaves kisses on your lips. "You were so good." Just as he says this the timer on the oven dings. A smile returns to his lips. "Here. You like these." He hands you one of the candies you always eat from the shop. He really has remembered so much about you. Before he goes to the oven, he wets a towel and gently cleans you up. "I didn't expect to fuck you here tonight. But I'm not complaining." You giggle at his words, still tired and recovering from the intense fucking. Sit here and rest. I'll go take care of the bread."

Nanami leaves you his jacket to cover you up while he attends to the bread. You hear his footsteps walking away. They are echoing loudly. Too loudly. The sound almost giving you a headache. You're tired. Your body is lagging. You try speaking but the words don't come out. Something's wrong.

You go to stand up and stumble. You can't get your footing. It's not a post-sex struggle, this feels weird. Your vision is unfocused and you grip at the counter. You accidentally knock over a jar labeled flour. It shatters into pieces and you are about to attempt to apologize when you realize it wasn't flour spilled on the floor.

A collection of licenses are on the floor and among them a familiar face.

"Tsk, tsk. Now why did you have to go and do that?" You stumble to the floor. The license closer to your face now. The license of your aunt to be specific. You look at Nanami and see his expression harden. He brushes a strand of hair out of your face. "Why didn't you just sit like I told you?"

That's the last thing you hear. The drugged candy taking over your system before you could say anything else.

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Thoughts of a Slutty Virgin ~ 🧚🏽‍♀️

I MADE IT! FIRST SPOOKTOBER FIC OUT!! YAAAY! Hope yall like this. I was nervous lol. HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13TH! MWAHHAHAHA

Pixie's Masterlist

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[hockeyforbabes]

Birds of a Feather Ch. 6

MASTER LIST

A/N: slight smut at the end of the chapter, first time writing anything like that.

7 years ago- Luke's POV

"Mom I don't understand why we can't share a room anymore," I argue.

"Because Honey, you two are getting older and that is the rule. We don't let girls sleep in your brothers' rooms," my mom says.

Groaning I try to reason, "Yeah but those are their girlfriends, Addie is my best friend."

Sighing, frustrated with the conversation my mom says, "I know but like I said you two are getting older, your bodies are changing, and you're getting curious-"

"AHHHH!" I scream covering my ears and running away, "ok we won't share a room!"

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Present- Luke's POV

When I woke up Addie was wrapped around me. Her head was on my chest, her arms around my waist, and her legs on top of mine.

That was 30 minutes ago and I still lie here in the exact same position not wanting to disturb her. I try to soak in the moment, the feeling of her against me is something I never want to forget.

If you had told me when I was 13 and my mom stopped letting us sleep together that this is where we'd be I wouldn't have believed you. I probably would have told you how gross that is and that Addie has boogers. I didn't mature very fast when it came to girls.

Now though I can't imagine waking up again without her beside me.

I feel Addie start to wiggle and I look down and her eyes are barely starting to open. I gently brush the hair out of her face and lightly rub her bare shoulder.

"Good morning baby," I whisper.

"I'm not ready to get up," she whines burying her head into my neck.

Smiling I say, "I know but we need to head upstairs soon."

"I can think of some better things to do," she says softly trailing kisses down my neck to the top of my shoulder.

"Addie please don't make me turn you down," I choke out, "you know we shouldn't do anything while everyone is awake and home."

Groaning she sits up, "You're no fun, but I guess you are right."

I've seen Addie in the morning before obviously, but never like this. She always has a chance to straighten out her hair or freshen up before she makes an appearance. Seeing her now in front of me in the soft light peaking through the curtains, hair messy, eyes and lips swollen from sleep, too drowsy to put on a front. She is more beautiful than ever and I am so screwed.

Breaking me from her trance she asks, "Should we talk about the game plan here," gesturing between me and her.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Like are we saying anything to anyone? Rules for touching around everyone? You know that kind of thing." She says.

"I think we should keep it to ourselves for a little bit, but only because I don't want any added pressure from the boys," I say.

"I think so too, I don't want to overcomplicate anything," She agrees.

"It's gonna be hard to keep my hands off you but I've waited this long I can wait a little longer," I tell her.

"I believe in you Lukie boy," She teases.

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"Jack I swear to God if I get hurt New Jersey is gonna have to find a new center," Addie threatens as she climbs onto the tube.

We've been out on the lake all day and after a lot of convincing Addie is taking a turn tubing.

"Ok just make sure you hold on and stay low, but if you need to get off just let go," I explain.

"I know the drill Lukie, just not a huge fan," she smiles at me.

Jack slowly starts to pull the boat and Addie drags along on the tube. Once she starts getting comfortable Jack speeds up a bit and she is hanging on better than expected.

"Ok I'm gonna turn a bit," Jack yells but Addie doesn't hear him.

Next thing I know the tube hits a big bump and hits at a weird angle, sending Addie up in the air rolling across the water.

Jack starts to turn the boat to head back for her when I notice we can't see her which means her life jacket came off. Before I can even think I'm diving into the water and swimming to where she landed ignoring the group calling my name.

Finding her in the water I grab her waist and kick to the top. Breaking the surface she begins to cough and catch her breath.

"Are you okay?" I ask frantically scanning her for injuries.

"I feel like a truck hit me and I'm beyond embarrassed, but I think I'm fine," She replies.

Pulling her into my chest I let out the breath I've been holding in, "I was so scared when I saw your life jacket came off, I didn't even think before I jumped in."

Carefully we get her back on the boat and I wrap a towel around her holding her close as Jack drives us back to the house.

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Once we got back to the house Addie decided to take a nap to sleep off the soreness.

As I play pool with the boys, Quinn is the first to speak up and ask the question everyone is wondering, "So what was that earlier dude?"

"I don't know what you are talking about," I say trying to avoid it.

"Um earlier when you flung yourself off the boat to rescue Addie," Quinn says.

Shrugging I answer, "Her life jacket came off, I was worried. I would do the same for anyone."

"Ok, but what about the way you held her the whole ride back?" Trever pushes.

Again trying to remain nonchalant I answer, "She was hurting and cold. It's not weird for me to hold my best friend."

"Whatever you say dude," Jack shrugs.

I know it's basically pointless for me to keep this from them. We are still trying to figure things out though and I don't want to deal with opinions.

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I tried waking Addie up for dinner but she groaned saying she wasn't hungry and needed a little bit more sleep.

Fast forward and it is the end of the night, everyone is heading to bed and Addie still hasn't come up yet.

Quietly walking into our room I see her awake in the bed.

"I thought you were sleeping," I say

Setting her book down she says, "I was sleeping until about an hour ago, when I woke up I just wanted some quiet."

"I get that."

"I'm glad you are here now though," she says giving me a small kiss.

"How are you feeling?" I ask.

"A lot better," She answers, "I'm still a little sore though, maybe I should take a bath."

"Or we could get in the hot tub," I suggest, "It's just us right now so it will be nice and quiet."

"Sounds perfect,"

Getting up we turn our backs to each other and put our suits on then head to the hot tub.

Once we are in I pull her to me and sit her sideway on my lap and she lays her head on my shoulder relaxing into me. We sit in silence for a while enjoying each other's presence. I begin gently massaging her legs trying to work out the soreness.

"That feels good," she says letting out a soft moan and shifting in my lap when I hit the right spot.

"You can't move like that if we want to keep this PG," I say.

"Who said I want that?" She teases.

"You're hurt baby," I argue.

"Then make me feel better," She challenges, oh God.

"We'd have to be really quiet," I tell her.

She makes a motion of zipping her mouth shut and throwing away the key and starts kissing down my jaw. Well, I tried to be good.

Grabbing her hips I reposition her so she is straddling me and place my hands on her hips. As she continues leaving kisses on my neck she trails her fingers down my abs dangerously low. Letting out an embarrassing noise I move her off my neck and slam my lips against hers.

Letting out a satisfied groan she keeps trailing her hands down and begins rolling her hips against mine and I can feel my dick getting harder under her. If this is how good making out feels I don't think I'm prepared for what's next.

I trail my hands from her hips to the bottom of her breasts gently feeling as I wait for her permission to continue. The next thing I know her hands have left my chest and she is untieing her top. Slowly she lets the top fall down revealing her perfect tits to me. All of a sudden I turn to stone too mesmerized to move.

"You're staring Lukie," She teases bringing my hands up to them letting me know I have permission to touch.

Snapping back to reality I start kissing her again like she is the air I need to survive while I palm her in my hands. I test different pressures and roll her nipples between my fingers as she lets out whimpers in my mouth and our grinding becomes more frantic.

"Baby you are driving me crazy," I grunt out breathlessly.

Giving into my desires I push her back bring my mouth to the top of her breasts and look up at her for permission. She nods a mixture of nerves and excitement on her face. Having the go-ahead I latch my mouth onto her and she lets out the prettiest noises. We're only separated by her bottoms and my thin shorts and her grinding up and down my length bringing me close to the edge.

"Luke you feel so good," She moans in my ear trying to stay quiet.

"You have no idea how long I've been picturing this," I say leaning back to take in the image of her riding my lap chasing her own pleasure.

"I think I'm gonna..." She trails off.

"Oh thank God, I can't hold on much longer," I sigh in relief.

Chasing our highs together I watch her begin to come undone as her movements become jerky and her head falls back with a stifled moan. Watching her finishes me off and I groan into her chest.

Slowly we catch our breath and face each other again. Reaching up I straighten her hair out and place a kiss on her head holding her close.

"That was awesome," I breath out.

Laughing she agrees, "Yeah I hope no one heard us."

"We should probably head inside," I say tying her top back on and standing us up.

Heading inside we both clean up and get ready for bed. Before I know it we are both knocked out holding each other.

[iid-smile]

complicated communication , shinazugawa sanemi

x fem!hashira!reader ! includes mentions of obanai and kanae, like one swear, based on s5, not proofread

author's note: this is the first thing ive written, and ive been bored to the point of overcoming my wattpad era from years ago and entering tumblr! yayyy! may be kinda bad, since it was a quick idea, but i hope you enjoy! <3

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it was a cold evening.

on this rare occasion, you decided to stay awake to witness some hashira training with your own eyes. it's not often you spare the little (actually, quite lengthy) sleeping time that you have, but the junior slayers you train are pretty well behaved in your estate, especially when it comes to routines.

surprisingly, sanemi is a punctual person. perhaps it's his eagerness to get into some "real hashira training", or perhaps, mixed in with a little of your delusion, it's a chance for the two of you to get some alone time. no, you're not dating each other. yes, you do have a fat crush on him. pathetic, really, because you seem to be the only woman out there that he doesn't respect.

and here, the two of you sit on the steps leading up to the open training grounds. there's got to be at least a two metre gap between the two of you.

"how's genya?" of course, you strike up the worst conversation possible, which is typical (then you wonder why he doesn't respect you?), not so typical for him. at all.

you hear him grumble, alongside a noise of shifting fabric. "i don't want to talk about him."

as if you were surprised, which you weren't, your eyebrows raise a little. you turn your head to look at him rather than the mirroring trees in front, only to see that he was not looking back at you. "why?"

"tch." it's a harsh sound. his eyes remain down on the ground. "you know why." he mutters, his voice remaining low. just for a moment, his gaze raises to the scenery, taking in what he can and can't see. "if you wanna know so bad, how about you ask him yourself?"

ah, dear, dear sanemi. always so rash with you. "i don't see what's wrong with asking his brother about his condition–"

he cuts you off. "he's not my damn brother."

as expected, their relationship hadn't gotten any better, but you remain hopeful. a small smile appears on your face, and you drop the topic. sometimes, you would push on it, but not today. it's not the right environment.

silence.

from time to time, you shift positions. maybe moving a leg, or crossing your arms, uncrossing them, and resting your head in your hands. also, every now and then, you would sniff, a ghost feeling of something dripping down your nose happening too frequently for your liking. you sniff and sniff, but every time you try to wipe, it's like nothing's there.

"here." you turn to look over at him, midway rubbing your nose for the umpteenth time, and lo and behold. a handkerchief in his hand, stretched out to you.

"thank... you..." you say awkwardly, reaching over to take it. before you used it, you took the time to examine it, and... it's his personal handkerchief. you could tell by the "S.S." initials sewn into them. "are you sure?"

"just use it. i'll clean it when i get back to my estate." a harsh tone again. okay, wow. for someone who went out of his way to help you out with his handkerchief, he's having quite the attitude. still, you're grateful. it's not often he does kind gestures, or ever.

it was a bit of a slip of the tongue from you, but he heard it. "quit giving me mixed signals..." you mumble, the words coming out nasally from your nostrils being closed as you wiped your nose. this wasn't even a signal, so why does your heart still ache at the thought?

"huh?" you lower the cloth and look over, only to see a scowl on his face. "the fuck are you on about?"

for once, your stare falters, and you look down at the handkerchief, laying in your cupped hands. "there's no point. i'll be nothing like her."

sanemi can't help but raise an eyebrow. "like who?"

you were nothing like the late kanae kocho. extremely kind, extremely beautiful, extremely graceful. you felt you were none of those things, and it showed. it showed most through the difference in behaviour from him. that gentle affection that you craved from him really wasn't possible.

so, you cower out of it. "nevermind." you nearly whisper.

you can't see it, but there's an unreadable expression on his face as he watches you. like he's reading you, like he's figuring you out. before he could get another word in—

"i'm here." obanai's voice rang out.

you don't say anything else, only quietly standing up and ascending the rest of the stairs.

sanemi doesn't miss the way your hand fiddles with the hem of your haori, and the way your hand seems to desperately clutch at his handkerchief.

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[cinamonqirl]

WOUNDS 2

(smut)

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Top! Kate Bishop x Bottom! Female Reader

Part I

Summary: Kate shows up in your room to reward her with what she wanted.

A/N: OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I WROTE OMFG. enjoy this Kate fangirlies.

I appreciate every reblog and comment 🫶

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You can't help but think about the last time Kate came to your room climbing under your window when she was hurt after a mission. And you didn't expect anything more than just her flirting and kissing to happen at that point, and something else almost happened, but instead soon after the archer came home leaving you in a mess. And you wonder what would have happened if you had taken a chance and let Kate go on.

But before your thoughts wandered further, you heard the sound of the window opening, you knew it was Kate. And it's like she read your mind because you considered the idea of ​​inviting her over since your parents aren't home.

"Is that you Kate?" You asked to make sure it was her. Unexpecting her, you got out of bed, watching as she slowly entered your room with hint of confusion and surprise.

"Who else would it be? Is there another boy who comes into your room through the window?" She asked jokingly as she closed the window, although she hopes you don't have a secret boyfriend after all.

"No." You rolled your eyes at her obvious jealousy in her eyes. "Don't tell me you're hurt again." You warned pointing your finger at her, glancing at her to make sure she wasn't hurt again.

"Nah, not this time." She chuckled at your glare, looking around your dark room where the only light was the bedside lamp. Still, she saw you perfectly.

"Wow I can't believe." You sneer crossing your arms over your chest. You don't believe it because Kate, although she is strong, is very risky.

"Ah, so that's what you are, feisty." She tease jokingly hearing tone of your voice. She bit her lip looking at your figure, which made you feel a little shy. Even though you've kissed before, you still feel as embarrassed as before. It's just that you get nervous under her gaze, and she knows it.

"How is your wound?" You asked looking at her black hoodie. Kate quickly lifted the black material revealing her muscular belly once again. But you looked at her wound, which is already slowly healing.

"It doesn't hurt anymore" she added seeing your face frowning.

"I'm glad" you sent her a small smile looking at her muscle for a moment. But unfortunately, as soon as her hoodie went up, it was slid back down just as fast, so you couldn't get excited by her muscles anymore. Which of course she knows.

"It's because of you" she announced giving you a charming smile that just made you feel butterflies in your stomach. You gave her a cute smile in response, lowering your head, blushing.

"What are you doing here?" You asked after a moment, unable to handle her gaze on you.

"You know, I wanted to watch you sleep, but apparently you're awake" she said sarcastically, hiding her hands in her pants pockets. You raised your eyebrows in disbelief at her cheesy joke.

"Ha ha so funny" you gave her a bittersweet smile which made her smile widen. Her jokes are stupid sometimes.

"Your parents are home?" She asked with a cunning smile as she slowly walked towards you. She's waited so long to ask this question.

"No. Why are you asking?" You replied with a cocky smile knowing what she meant but pretending to be innocent. And her hope rose upon hearing your answer, becoming more confident in what she was doing.

"I want something we've been doing here lately" she mumbled in a low voice as she took a step in front of you. You know exactly what she means, but you're going to tease her a bit, pretending to be confused.

"Ah, so you want me to put band-aids on you again?" You replied sarcastically, narrowing your eyes, pleased with yourself seeing her confused. The archer raised her eyebrows understanding your intention.

"It's more about something we haven't finished" she prompted, sliding her hand slowly down your waist, thinking that now you won't know what to say. You pretended to be thoughtful to mislead her, and she obviously thought her touch would seduce you, but you managed to stop yourself from rushing to her lips.

"Talking?" You added proudly with a sly smile. Kate's jaw twisted quickly as she looked at you in disbelief.

"Okay, stop teasing me princess" she murmured hoarsely, but she likes your feistyness. "You know what I want" she gave you a knowing smile pulling you closer around the waist.

"Well, you're in the wrong place because I'm going to bed" you said, smiling innocently, and breaking out of her embrace to sit on the end of your bed. You watched as she resignedly looked at the place where you were a moment ago, but her smile quickly grew, because she knows exactly what she wants to do.

"I was hoping to see you without a shirt" she said with feigned resignation. She really meant it, and had for a long time.

"Have you been thinking about it all night?" You asked teasingly, and actually the thought of Kate thinking of you shirtless turns you on.

"A long time ago" she admitted coming closer to you to kneel in front of you. And you watched her with your lip bitten, not too surprised by her answer, but enjoying it. she took your hands in hers, Stroking them with her thumb on your thighs.

"It's an occasion when your parents aren't home baby" she remarked impatiently and you watched her with a smirk waiting for her next move. "Besides, you were supposed to make it up to me. And I can't stand it any longer" she added, lowering her voice as she slowly ran her hands over your exposed thighs while looking at you with a sly smile. At that gesture between your legs you felt a pleasant feeling, needing a girl in front of you who knows exactly what she's doing.

"You can't stand it?" You asked seductively, trying to stay calm, but her hands caressed your thighs, getting closer and closer to where your panties were, so you were out of rhythm, which made you look at her veiny hands every so often.

"I can't wait to taste you" she admitted hoarsely, giving you a charming smile that will convince you of anything, looking deep into your eyes noticing the great need in them, especially for what she said.

You watched as she bent down to press her lips to your thighs to kiss and suck your gently skin. You tilted your head back slightly as your breathing quickened and you savored the pleasant feeling with your eyes closed. She parted your legs slightly to kiss the inside of your thighs, making a few moans escape your lips. It's kind of embarrassing how quickly she can make you feel horny.

"Are you feeling good?" She asked the question, pleased with herself even more, hearing your moans. You hummed in response, feeling your panties soaking wet, especially by her confidence.

Kate lifted her head off your thighs to kiss you on the lips, because she's tall enough that her face is almost level with yours when you're sitting. And you kissed her back immediately throwing your arms around her neck as her hands caressed your thighs.

The kisses became more intense and sloppy and you felt her hand slide under your shorts, touching the soaked fabric of your panties. She snorted feeling how wet the fabric was and she wasn't surprised at all, she knows what she's doing. You pulled away from her mouth so that Kate could feel your breath on her lips, because you definitely feel good right now when her fingers caress your clit.

Instead, she took care of your neck, chest, and shoulders to shower kisses to leave a few hickeys that you'll have to make excuses to your parents and friends for, but you don't care now, letting out heavy breaths and soft groans through your mouth, right next to her ear, holding close to her by your hands around Kate's neck. Needing more, you grabbed her hand to go deeper, but Kate understood your progress.

"Wait princess, I want to taste you" she warned, giggling hoarsely at your need. She unreservedly grabbed the fabric of your shorts and your panties as well but didn't pull them yet, waiting for your response.

"Can I?" She asked looking at you with concern, only to find your needy eyes. She impresses you with the fact that she is polite but at the same time sure of what she is doing. However, she doesn't even need permission for you.

"Yes" was the only word you were able to mumble before your shorts and panties hit the ground and her eyes scan your body with lust.

"You look so beautiful my girl" she complimented you before grabbing your legs to pull your closer and throwing them over her shoulders.

You're sure you're about to faint and wonder why you didn't want to do it last night. She was teasing you, so she started kissing the inside of your thighs, leaving red marks there as well, giving you pleasure and even more need between your legs.

But when she'd enjoyed your skin enough, you shivered with pleasure feeling her tongue inside you, and she finally got a taste of you. And you trembled with excitement.

"You taste so good" she praised you, slowly moving her tongue inside you while eating you, enjoying your sweet taste. And you felt so good that you don't even know what to say, especially to her sweet compliments, so all you can do is let out soft moans and sighs that only motivated her as she sped up her movements with her tongue and mouth, parting your legs.

"This is good" you mumbled between breaths, throwing your head back in pleasure. You don't even know how to describe how good you feel right now. Kate snorted at how eager you are now and you need it, because it wasn't quite like that before, but the archer seduced you.

"So are you willing now, huh?" She teased you, but you chose to ignore the comment, preferring instead to focus on what she was doing between your legs. But once she'd enjoyed your taste enough, she used her fingers to add more pleasure, and her fingers were an even better solution because she knew exactly what to do to get you closer and closer to coming.

"Don't stop" you begged, stretching out more to let her fingers go deeper. She smiled under her breath hearing your need, and that's what she dreamed about all night.

"I am not going to" she assured you with a confident smile, she had nothing to do with her mouth so she bent down to stick her head under your shirt starting to kiss your belly and waist, leaving a few hickeys that you will mention later.

"Will you come for me good girl?" She asked now kissing your breasts, which she intended to take care of earlier. Your breath quickened as you felt her fingers go deeper into you, making circular motions on your clit to give you more pleasure.

You heard her request perfectly well, and you're going to comply because you already feel a familiar feeling rise to your stomach as her movements sped up, moving deeper into you. And she took your shaky breath as an answer.

"You sound so good when my fingers are inside you" she admitted hoarsely, words that turned you on enough that you felt your orgasm approaching. You arched your back, and it wasn't long before you were on her fingers that a sly smile appeared on Kate's face, giving you even more pleasure with kisses, but she didn't stop moving her fingers.

[lotusarchon]

Greetings, Sagii

It owuld be soooo funny if reader gets poisoned bc they kissed inkay (forgot human bodies cant judt swallow ink all willy nilly)

This is me asking to kiss inkay again please please llease please plaeas epleas please.pleaee pelesr pleade please please please I'll take anything pleas please please pelease please

Gay regards, Anx

Sighs I expect a payment fee for this/jk wow it's been MONTHS since I've written for Inky 😭

fun fact: when I was in primary school, I used to play around with one of those gel ink pens, and normally when the ink got stuck we would just blow in them, so I was blowing in mine and then I accidentally inhaled and pink ink was in my mouth and I had to keep it there till my teacher called on me to answer a question 😭 god that taste haunts me even now

tw for mildly suggestive content (kissing) and implied vomiting.

"How come we've never kissed before?" is the first thing you hear when you wake up. You attempt to squeeze your eyes, hoping that if you pretend to sleep, they'll take the hint and quit their questioning.

You've clearly underestimated how stubborn they can get.

Something pokes at your sleeping face.

"Hey. Are you ignoring me?" The voice dares to pout. "Don't ignore me. Hey, come on. I know you're awake. You stopped snoring!"

That's fair. You yield, sitting up to see them sitting cross-legged at the foot of your bed, their creepy (in an affectionate way) eyes the only light in the room. You'll never get used to that....

"Inky." You breathe out the nickname you've given them. "It's 3 in the morning. How did you get out of your jar?"

You don't dare try to imagine the mess that must be in your living room, or the ink stains left behind wherever they move. You didn't even think of the obvious patch of blank ink seeping at your blankets, because you might hose them again.

The ink version of your dear friend pouts. It would be cute, if you weren't so tired.

"I have a very logical question," they remark defensively. "Which is...why haven't we kissed yet? Don't you like me?"

Huh. Not the question you were expecting. Then again, it at least was better than the, would you love me as a worm question.

"Oh. Um...." You blink. "I...guess I didn't want to make you feel forced?"

Well, not exactly. You just didn't think a creature like Inky would care for such affections. To hear them bring it up now was already surprising.

"Huh. But don't humans like kissing?" They scratch their chin thoughtfully. "Many seem to like reliving memories of lovers, sharing kisses or hugs."

"Some people just like affection, some people don't. I like it." You shrug. "But I don't want to push or force you to do something you don't like."

They glance at you. "But I want to do it. Do you perceive me as unfeeling or something?"

Was it just you, or did they sound...offended, for some reason? You didn't know if you should laugh, or simply cry. You were only attempting to respect their boundaries....oh dear. They really are pouting this time.

"Okay, okay―" You sit up straighter, patting the empty spot next to you on your bed. You'll regret it in the morning for sure, having to throw out those clean sheets, but if it means they won't remain upset for the rest of the day, you'll take that chance.

Like a cat, Inky climbs over your legs (sigh), at the spot where you had gestured. They sit up straighter, a grin visible on their expression, and―

You turn on your bedside lamp. The ink creature gasps, "I thought the darkness was more romantic!"

"I'm not kissing you with your creepy looking eyes. No offense."

"None taken. My eyes are creepy. That's their charm." They grin broadly. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have liked me, would you?"

....again, fair point.

You shake your head, taking their face into your hands. Their grin is still visible, but it twitches, and you notice their hands are squeezed together. You almost wanted to laugh―this curse has been alive for centuries, and yet they're still so nervous. That was one of their charms.

"You comfortable?" You ask, giving them time to back out if they want. They shake their head, gaze still focused on you―back and forth between your lips, and eyes.

With a small sigh, you close the distance between you both, initiating the kiss. You're surprised at the firm feeling, half expecting it might've given way or fallen apart from a single touch.

Inky stays obediently still in the first few seconds, but then their hands are cupping your face, and you're being pulled closer. Their tongue drags against your lower lip, slipping between your parted lips―

You reel back, spluttering.

"....sorry?" Inky's expression looks worried. You appreciate their concern, but you don't have the chance to comfort them before you're grabbing for your wastebasket, spitting a glob of ink inside.

"What? What did I do!?" They fall of the bed, looking for all the world like a wet cat. You really do feel bad for them, but you're more concerned for your mouth―it tastes like...pen ink. Wait, did you swallow some? Oh god, you swallowed some!?

A few hours later, Inky sits at the edge of your bathtub, watching you scrub the ink from your tongue with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry. But at least a part of me is inside you, right? Get it? Like Venom? You know? Inside? So you can―okay I'll leave."

[matenrou-fan]

Hello, hello!

May I request headcanons of Mammon, Solomon and Lucifer with a reader who likes to take naps at random places?

Mammon, Solomon and Lucifer with a GN! s/o who likes to take naps at random places

I haven't written anything for OM for a long time and I'm so ashamed of that… here, hope you will enjoy it!! <3

GNreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-"Huh?! Have you fallen asleep again?! Humans are so strange.."

-Mammon has no idea how you are able to find enough comfort in such places like your desk, kitchen's chair or something.. It's unbelievable, you're like Belphie!

-So expect some whines from your first man who keeps acting all annoyed and angry by your sleepy behavior. He wanted to play some games, actually, and you again fell asleep right when he brought a new deck of cards!

-..but he actually likes it. Because when you fall asleep like that, he has a chance to admire the beauty of your face more carefully, being much closer than he would allow himself when you're awake.

-"You have no idea how it hurts, s/o.." - he mumbled, not hiding his bright red cheeks as you didn't see it anyway. Instead, Mammon's hands are on your hair, as he fixes small locks that fall on your forehead. - "..to not be able to show you my whole feelings.. But it's my fault, isn't it? I'm just a fool who needs to be more bold.."

-It's one of his favorite things now. Talk with you about some sweet nothings that he's usually too shy to say out loud. ..yet most of the time it's all ended up with Mammon showering you with compliments. He can be quite poetic, actually, telling you some deep words that probably would make your stomach tickle if you would actually hear it.

-...Asmo catches him at least one time when Mammon has his casual chit chat with his adorable sleepyhead.

-As an avatar of Greed, he always preferred to hang out in his room where no one can poke their nosey little noses in his business with you and interrupt his fun by dragging you away. Also, Mammon is just hoping that you will fall asleep on his couch instead of the one that is standing in the living room. And then your generous boyfriend will have no choice but to keep you in his room for the whole night, carefully carrying you in his bed to cuddle.. and maybe to place a few kisses on your forehead?

-"S/o, look, I found out about this new curse.. Oh. Someone decided to take a little break?"

-It's amuse him so much, to see how you always don't miss a chance to have some rest, letting your guard down whenever he's with you. Well, you fall asleep so easily because you feel safe around him, no?

-Absolutely like to study with you. Or maybe study you? Solomon is sitting here, reading one of his magic books.. Or at least is what you think he's doing, when actually his eyes are fastened on your adorable face, watching and memorizing every small change in your expression as you slowly start to drift to sleep again, right while sitting at the table. It's much more interesting than any books he's ever read before or will have a chance to read.

-"You're so adorable like that, s/o.." - he chuckled, stroking your head before taking his phone from pocket and turning on the camera. - "You don't mind a little photoshoot? I swear to keep it only to myself.."

-Would love to wake you up with tickles or slight pinch in your cheek just to see your grumpy sleepy face as you mumble something under your breath. Teasing you is so fun, and now Solomon would drag another amusing reaction from you by showing off these precious pictures with you.

-But if you fall asleep during lessons he wouldn't even try to tap your shoulder or something, letting you have some rest and hiding your sleeping figure behind books. In this case you would have to pay a visit to Celestial Realm and borrow his textbooks as you don't remember anything from school today.

-And who knows, maybe another wave of laziness will hit you and you will fall asleep right in Solomon's room, leaning on his shoulder as he explains to you a new section. It's a good way to be alone with you, as you're always busy with Demon brothers.. Ahh, or maybe now he can play with you in a little fairytale? Do you remember how the prince woke up his Sleeping Beauty?

-"S/o, I was hoping you will help me with some paperwo- …Ahh, nevermind."

-Seriously? Again? After he literally caught you sleeping right on the floor in the living room this morning? Unbelievable..

-Well, it just means now you will spend all your evenings with Lucifer, as he's checking on you and not letting you fall asleep again. But then why did you always end up sleeping on his lap while he worked on some documentary? The way his arm patted your head is so soothing and soporific, turning your small nap into a whole full deepsleep, and absolutely not waking you up..

-I didn't tell you this but Lucifer absolutely loves to lend his coat for you whenever you fall asleep. Your face always gets so soft and he swears he can notice your smile getting bigger as you cling to warm fabric with the light smell of his cologne.

-"Huh.. You should be honored I let you slack off like that.." - he signs with furrowed brows, then a playful smirk appears on his lips as he tickles your face a little. - "But I'm expecting you to return a favor for me, angel.."

-Loves to tease you about this goofy habit, comparing you with Belphegor sometimes. Well, but his youngest brother never would be as adorable as you are, at least because you don't mind clinging to Lucifer's chest when he's hugging your sleeping form and playing with your hair.

-If you end up falling asleep somewhere beyond the walls of his bedroom, your lover doesn't mind just carrying you to his place, even if someone from his brothers finds your adorable defenseless form first. Of course he would just tell them that he's going to give you a proper punishment and scold you for being so careless when actually Lucifer can't wait to get this cute sleeping face only for himself to admire. Well, but he can teach you a lesson and wakes you up with a few kisses, right in your lips. If you want to receive more, then you should try to control your sleepy behavior, dear..

[klutzyroses]

IkeVamp HCs: SO sleeptalking

How do they react to their s/o sleeptalking about them?

Suitors: Napoleon, Isaac, Dazai, Drake

Napoleon

On the very...very unlikely chance that he is awake when she is not, the heavy sleeper would already be very far from coherent to be fully aware of his surroundings for a bit.

But as they say...there is a first time for everything.

It was because of the sound of her voice pulling him out of an uncharacteristically light sleep. He glances to her, despite his drowsiness to check on her.

"Nunuche?"

Though his viridian eyes were on her, it took a minute for his mind to register that she is still asleep. And talking...?

He woke a bit more, under the impression she was having a nightmare.

People talked when they were having night terrors, right?

"Na...poleon..."

He frowned slightly, him? Was she dreaming of him? Curiosity tugged at him, soon replaced with affection at her next words.

"Napoleon, you're so...cool..."

A slight smirk crosses his lips as he shook his head fondly, glad that he woke up now to witness this cuteness.

He could tease her the following day. Or not. Let's see how he feels.

Isaac

Isaac doesn't have much experience with sleep talkers, apart from being told that he tends to act a bit rashly when he himself is very sleepy...though he blamed his fever at the time for his strange behaviour that one time.

He wasn't expecting that one night, when he was tinkering away at his desk while Y/N slept on his bed, for her to start mumbling. He turns away from his desk to face her, assuming she had woken up and was addressing him.

"Yes, Y/N, are you aw-"

He trailed off when he realized she indeed was still asleep, but muttering in her sleep.

"Isaac...."

He perked up, blinking multiple times in surprise.

"...Me?"

He murmured to himself and, unable to stop his curiosity, he got up and walked over to the bed, careful not to wake her and sat by her sleeping form curled up on the bed.

"Isaac...I've brought your sandwich...make sure...to eat it, please...made it with...love..."

If an apple could see him it would envy his red cheeks. Y/N...

He won't bring it up to her, but he will definitely eat the food she brings him with a lot more appreciation. She did make it with love, after all.

Dazai

The writer doesn't have a set time for when he sleeps, if at all. He just does it when the moment comes to him.

Sometimes his thoughts keep him wide awake, even when he does want to sleep.

Such was the case one night, while his beloved slept away on her futon. Absorbed in his melancholic pondering, he gazed out the window, alert only to the steady breathing of the woman he loves.

Well that is, until she called for him. Well he thought so until he noted she wasn't awake in the slightest.

"Dazai..."

"Hm? Yes, Y/N-san?"

When he knelt by the futon to observe her face, she seemed as content as could be as he waited to see if she would continue.

"L...love you...Shuji."

With those words, his eyes widened before closing again as an affectionate smile crossed his face, his chest warming with the sentiment.

The following morning when she wakes, he leans in close to her ear and whispers in it.

"I love you too, my beloved one.~"

In response to that, the drowsy young lady seemed confused but glad as she gives him a lovely, flushed smile.

Drake

Being the sleeper he was, one wouldn't expect him to be awake while his lover slept. But it happens more often than not that he tends to wake before she does.

Sometimes, he just liked watching her cute face as she slumbered, her pouty lips slightly parted and her lashes brushing her soft cheeks. She was a picture of sleeping bliss, truly, and the sailor could skip on a few more minutes of sleep if he can see her look so sweet like that.

One particular night however, as she slept in his arms, the pirate heard something other than her gentle breathing. It was slightly muffled so he looked down to find that the source was his fawn.

"Drake..."

She mumbled adorably before giggling ever so softly in response to whatever he- or rather, "dream" him was doing. Curious, he watched her to see if she will say anything else, which she does.

"Drake, that tickles! Hihi.."

He bit down on his lower lip, stifling his chuckles. She was so cute.

One can be sure that he will tease her the following morning, curious as to what she was dreaming.

"Sounds like you were having a fun dream, little fawn. Mind telling me about it?"

His aquamarine eyes sparkle with a hint of mischief as his lips curve into an easy smile when Y/N blushes a very pretty pink.

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[fatuismooches]

Hi!!! This is my first time saying anything here, so yayyy! But I say that one ask from another anon talking about how Dottore had never recorded fragile!reader's voice before and then forgot what it sounds like, and my brain made some jumps and--

I like to think that sometimes, whether when Dottore is just working in the room while reader sleeps (I like to think that he's modified himself enough that he doesn't need as much sleep as regular humans) or if he's also in the bed with you, that sometimes, reader's sleeping form reminds him a little too much of when reader was in a coma. Or perhaps, even worse, and that reader's time had come while he was sleeping/working. Immediately, he has to reassure himself that you're not, in fact, dead, by either going to check their pulse and keeping his hand there longer than it needs to be (what if they die the second he takes it off??) or, if he was closer to them or sleeping with them (in the literal sense), by even just listening to it. And he tries to rationalize it with himself (bc he's so i denial, I already know it) by being like "noooo, i'm not worried!! I'm a great doctor, and I have nothing to worry about!! I'm just... checking for abnormalities!!" as if he isn't just doing it to make sure they're still alive.

Idk, the thought just popped into my head. He's lost them before without a chance of saying goodbye, and he never wants it to happen again, especially if this time they'll be gone for good.

I'd like to think that reader wasn't really aware of it until one night when he was making a little more noise than usual, and they woke up groggily to find him with their ear on their chest, desperately holding onto you as if you were going to die any second. And then the second he realized you were awake, moved off was like "Hello, I'm not doing anything sus whattt"

So now reader knows he does it, but allows it because they think it's kind of cute, but also because they know that he would never admit his fears.

Anyway, I'm kinda tired, so I don't know if this actually makes any sense. But slay!!

Thank you for feeding us Dottore content, and I hope you have a good day or night!!

You've known Zandik for a long time. So you are very aware that he has weaknesses. Yes, even though the scholar tried to hide it, his walls would slowly chip away during those late nights spent in the dorm or on expeditions. But Dottore? After you woke up, you wondered if Dottore had any weaknesses. Dottore seemed to be a man of no fear, but perhaps you should have expected that because what would someone as God-like as him have to fear now? He has much power in his grasp, surely there is nothing that could bother him. He's no longer the same Zandik you once knew, and that's okay really, but you just wonder to yourself sometimes. Little did you know Dottore's one and only fear was about you.

Il Dottore considers himself a rational man in every possible subject area. Yes, he does not allow himself to be swayed by anything as irrational as emotion and instead focuses on logic. Whether his final decision is cruel or unethical is not something he cares about. But you... you are the exception. You are the variable he cannot control. And so irrationality is one of the things he despises, swore to himself he'd never be a victim of, but here he was anyway. Succumbing to an irrational mindset is the last thing he thought he'd do.

Often times when Dottore sleeps with you, he doesn't actually sleep. He gets into the bed to appease you, because it brings you comfort, (your words) lays there for a bit until you fall asleep, and resumes his work. He is just far, far too busy to stay. But, nowadays, he finds it even harder than usual to say. Why? Because of his irrational mind, once again. He needs to know that you are alive. Which is a dumb fear really, you're not going to die, you're not going to leave, your body is stable (for now) so there's no need to worry. But he needs to know. He needs confirmation. You know. He really hates that you've done this to him. He hates it. But he can't blame you, only himself, because if he cured you already he would never have to deal with irrationality again.

Dottore is used to the quietness of a human heart, from his experiments of course, clicking his tongue in annoyance from how easily they died and feeling no emotion. But your heart, if your heart stopped... well, his madness would not be transcribed to paper very well, because it would be too hard to describe. But he denies that. And he especially denies it to you. He denies it, so that's why he finds himself counting your heart's beats per minute anyway. But now you know that even the great Il Dottore has a fear and weakness. After all, when it's only the two of you, he is only Zandik, the same man who fell hard for you all those centuries ago. But that's okay. You promised to always be there, even if he doesn't want you to be.