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innytoes · 1 year ago

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make more dark fantasy AU. please. pretty please. sugar please. there are children crying. Its me im children crying

I mean same, anon.

-Caleb just being completely obsessed with the jazz beat Alex showed him. He's pretty sure that's why it took so 'long' for the fairy to turn on him, he loved jazz.

-Alex was supposed to learn the drums to play in a nice, wholesome, Christian marching band and do the military drum beats for the army parades and scouts stuff but he learned the Fun Cool Music on the sly.

-The first several years Alex was in the fairy realm, he and Willie never exchanged a word. Like, when he was still having a good time, he'd spot Willie from across the room and think he was pretty, but he was always whisked away by a fairy who wanted to dance with him or Caleb who wanted him to play drums.

-Once he realises he made a big mistake, and it's too late to run, and his feet keep moving without his permission, his face in a smile that isn't his own, that's when he and Willie finally make contact. Every time he's nearing his breaking point and thinking he's going to go insane, Willie is there, whisking him out of someone else's arms, feeding him honey cakes, dancing with him to a song he hums in Alex' ear, slow and sweet and not at all what the music around them is, and he's practically holding Alex' body up, letting him rest.

-It's not until Caleb and the faeries disappear on some kind of hunt, who knows how long after, and he finally has control over his own limbs again, that Willie speaks. And then it's only a "come with me" as he leads Alex away, gently holding on to his fingers. And what is Alex going to do, not follow?

-They end up in some kind of room with a bed made out of moss. One of the musicians he saw was also there, already asleep, and oh god, there's more humans here? Willie just urged him into the bed and gently tucks him in and curls around him, and he's not sure how long they sleep but when he's woken up it's frantic and the boy with the lute - Luke, he introduces himself hastily - is dragging him up and away because its best not to keep Caleb waiting and he shouted he wanted music.

-Over the months, years, decades, he can't tell, he slowly learns more about who Luke and Willie are. Other humans come and go, and Alex sees just what can happen to the ones who do not stay on the fae's good side.

-Let's just say Caleb does Not like disco.

-Willie gets away with a lot more than the other humans can. And some of the lower ranking fairies seem to be almost afraid of him. Alex can never figure out quite how Caleb sees him though. Sometimes he acts like Willie is his child - usually when he wants affection or admiration - sometimes like Willie is a pet, and sometimes, the worst times, he takes his anger out on Willie in a way that is sometimes subtle, sometimes overt, and always terrifying.

-Once they live with the Molinas, Reggie is just dying to introduce the guys to things like Pizza and Poptarts and poprocks.

-The boys have very fucked up sleep schedules. Sometimes they don't sleep for days. Sometimes, worryingly, they do. Sometimes they sleep for 12 hours, raid the fridge, and go nap for another four.

-Willie biting into a pear and realising pears and pixie pears taste VERY different: excuse me but what the fuck is this?

He makes Reggie taste it and Reggie is like: yeah sorry buddy that's just what pears taste like here.

-On the other hand, pineapple is a new and exciting thing. For Luke, too, honestly.

-Carlos introduces him to Pixie Stix which have nothing to do with actual pixies but are Really Good and if you have 15 of them you have So Much Energy!!!!

-Willie being a Disney Princess. He can talk to birds. He makes friends with neighbourhood cats. Ray has a long conversation about how animal friends are outdoor friends after he came downstairs to find Willie on the sofa petting a raccoon in his lap and sharing a carrot with it.

-Look, Ray isn't saying now that he knows his kids have some kind of fairy changeling lineage that he's noticing things but... sometimes they are weirdly lucky, just like Rose was.

-And he's never had a green thumb... Rose's plant wall in the studio was close to death, until Carlos started going into the studio again. And they didn't truly perk up until Julie started playing music there again.

(Or maybe that's because Ray stopped overwatering the plants after Willie talked to him.)

-Reggie knows that he's not the only one with nightmares and trauma, okay, he knows that, but none of the other boys were hunted for sport and none of them have his weird aversion to horn sounds and bows and arrows. It makes things really awkward when Julie tries to show him nerdy movies he missed, like Lord of the Rings or the Hunger Games.

-Ray reads a lot of books and guides and studies on trauma informed parenting and how to help the boys, because he's pretty sure telling a therapist 'I was kidnapped to the fairy realm' is not going to give the kids the help they need.

-When Luke and Julie start dating, he's happy for them, though he does do the strict dad routine. Even though Luke is very old fashioned in a way that is charming and a little hilarious at times, given that his perception has been warped by hundreds of years of fae revelries. (Orgies? Eh, whatever. Getting to hold Julie's hand? Life changing, huge step.)

-The other guys seem happy for him. But the first time Luke falls asleep in Julie's room - innocently song writing, but he hadn't slept in two days and Julie's voice was so pretty and her bed was so soft - and she lets him stay, he wakes up to find the other boys demonstratively piled up on the floor around Julie's bed.

-Because Willie can't sleep without Luke there, so he bodily carried an already sleeping Alex to Julie's room. He was just about to go back for Reggie, but Reggie doesn't like sleeping alone either so he followed, dragging one of their blankets with him. And yeah, Julie has some explaining to do to Ray when he finds them like that the next morning. (The door was open! Luke was on top of the covers and she wasn't! They weren't even facing each other, dad!)

-Willie not quite knowing what to feel because on the one hand, relationships were very fluid among the fae and it's not like he has issues sharing. He never minded sharing Luke with Alex or Reggie. But then they were all together, and now, Luke and Julie keep disappearing together.

-And he's had Luke in his life the longest, and he doesn't know what to do with this new feeling inside him that makes him want to grab Luke and keep him away from everyone except his boys. And then he has a realisation that he's just like Caleb and he maybe hides out in the loft of the studio until Alex and Reggie find him and coax him down.

-Alex soothes him that he's nothing like Caleb, that being a little jealous when one of your friends pulls back because he's head over heels for someone is normal. That's the word for his feelings. Jealous.

-Reggie is very silent, and Willie flops on him and stares at him until Reggie starts petting his hair. And he realises that maybe Reggie is also jealous of Luke and Julie. And then he thinks back at how many times he and Alex have gone off on their own and thinks maybe Reggie is jealous of him and Alex as well. There's no more revelries where they are all together anymore. He should fix that. He doesn't want Reggie to feel what he's feeling.

-He makes extra sure to cuddle Reggie during that night's 'watching the tellyvision'. It also distracts him from wanting to hiss at Julie when she snuggles up to Luke and pull him away.

-Asking Ray about hosting revelries goes badly. He's pretty sure the modern human word for it is 'buzz kill'.

-As a compromise, Ray hosts a 'pizza party' which Willie is pretty sure is not comparable. He wants to pout, but then Ray mentions you can put pineapple on pizza and he's distracted.

-He talks to Alex about it all, because Alex is better at feelings and thinking. Reggie says he's better at Overthinking but Willie is pretty sure he's just jealous Alex can think of all the bad outcomes of their plans before they do them. (It doesn't stop them, but sometimes Alex does get to say 'I told you so', which is funny.)

-Alex tries to explain that things are different in the human world, that romantic and sexual relationships are between two people, usually. Alex is very cagey about answering Willie's question about whether or not he misses the other two boys, but finally Willie drags it out of him that yes, he does. But he also wants to be normal, and being with four people isn't normal, and he loves Willie and what they have.

-In response Willie pushes him through a wall, just to remind him they're Not Normal, and says they should kiss Reggie and Luke at the pizza party.

-Alex splutters and says they should ask first. He is also very insistent that there will be Nothing More Than Kissing at the pizza party, and Willie pouts. Ray already had that talk with him, thanks. Humans were so weird, they invented the most amazing ways to have fun (skateboards! Tellyvisions! Dubstep!) but were so boring in other areas.

-The pizza party was a success. He and Luke were Very Excited about the Pineapple Pizza. Reggie looked in heaven. Even Alex seemed to forget he was nervous about tonight as he stuffed an entire slice of pizza into his face. Alex was so talented.

-So around the last slice he asks Reggie if he can kiss him, and Reggie splutters and is confused, and Willie says he misses him, and Ray won't host any revelries and he wants to kiss him and Alex said he had to ask first.

-And Reggie looks at Luke and Julie and he looks conflicted and for a moment Willie is scared that Reggie doesn't actually miss them at all, he just wants Luke and Julie, and he's ready to teleport away and hide when Reggie says yes.

-The kiss is sweet and tastes vaguely of pizza. They have a very long talk and Reggie admits he'd missed them too but didn't want to intrude. He'd come to them last, he understood if Willie chose Alex, and Luke and Julie were clearly meant to be.

-Willie cuts him off and pulls him close and is like: you're ours and we're yours.

-Luke is looking very, very conflicted, and Julie looks like she's trying to understand, like when Willie tried to teach her a fae dance. He knows he should not anger their hosts, that's like the first thing he learned, but he can't help it and pouts over Reggie's shoulder: "Julie, you need to share."

-And Julie paused, and then nods. "Okay."

-And Luke is shocked, and Reggie and Alex seem shocked, but Willie is just pleased, and he leans over so he can kiss Luke as well, and finally the tight, sour feeling in his chest goes away and all is well.

-And if a few weeks later, Julie comes into the studio holding Reggie's hand and declaring Willie has to share, Willie is fine with that.

#julie and the phantoms #kidnapped by the fae au #fanfic #AUs are awesome #I wrote a thing #oh man this fought me the entire way but I finally figured it out #alex is in that sweet spot of history where people were doing atrocious things to pineapples so he's not as impressed

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the1975attheirverybest · 1 year ago

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https://twitter.com/MercuryJax/status/1682468577310576640?s=20

so i saw this thread on twitter and at first I got it but I'm a bit confused because while matty speaking up might make restrictions tighter surely that means no one is then allowed to say anything about what is going on therefore only leaving the very people who will get hurt to do the work??? and as much as the band have ultimately got out scott free they were not at no risk? like there was still a chance of imprisonment or violence? and I swear I saw someone mention how international awareness often helps push for change in these types of circumstances? and if he were to be an ally in the traditional sense by uplifting the voices of those in Malaysia is he not directly putting those people at risk? but I don't want to be like "you should be grateful he tried his best" but blaming him for speaking up seems counterproductive when the issue is the government?

also what you said earlier is so so so sweet genuinely 🥺 - 🐸

Yeah, I mean, like I said to the anon before, there was no damage-free option here. But I think the least acceptable option to the band would’ve been to say nothing at all. Like in no world was the 1975 going to perform in a homophobic country, take the money, do and say nothing, and walk away.

Also, like I said yesterday, if we only ever made acts of resistance when outcomes were 100% favorable (like nobody getting hurt, the band not getting blamed, no risk for any involved, etc) then nobody would ever do anything. But that’s not how the world works. Sure, as leftists or progressives, ideally, we would love for the band to have said what they said, and for the people of Malaysia to have been 100% exempt from any consequences, and then for the government to have said “ah yes we have now realized that we are oppressive and it’s bad and wrong and we shall change. Thanks Matty Healy, we truly needed you to knock some sense into us.” But that’s impossible and that wasn’t even the point of the whole thing.

Yeah, sometimes extraordinary circumstances like this do bring in international attention. Like, I can only speak on the U.S. but sometimes, a country will be struggling with health issues or with war or with systemic discrimination for agessss. And the US will be aware. And do nothing. Until just by accident, an American who happens to be visiting the country, ends up being caught up in whatever struggle or issue the country has, and then SUDDENLY! All the white people are horrified and up in arms about it. It’s a sad truth but it is how the world works. Cuz of white supremacy. So, yeah, Matty and Ross being dragged into the conversation has probably made it reach the eyes and ears of others who wouldn’t have cared.

I mean, all the people in my ask box degrading Matty right now, where were y’all all these years when Malaysians were being oppressed well before the 1975 even went there?

So, I guess what I’m saying is that the situation is probably somewhere in the middle of those two seemingly opposing possibilities. There’s likely some truth to both kinds of responses. But I think it wasn’t the intention behind this wasn’t to like fix homophobia once and for all. So it not being perfect means it’s fallen short. No. They never claimed to be politicians. Let alone Malaysian politicians. They saw an injustice. A group of people who are not as able to speak up for themselves. And they decided to do their part. It’s a STEP in the direction of having the conversation. But there’s still a lot to be done.

#🐸anon

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twistyprefect · 3 years ago

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Hi~hi~

I can see you're busy doing other requests,, and you work rlly hard, you can take your time with thisss. I just randomly thought of it. A reader who's in a band, they're the bassist and vocalist of the band. The characters are the guys from Savanaclaw and Scarabia(if you can't do them all then just Leona, and Jamil?) They attend one of reader's concert, and are really surprised on how famous they are(the crowd is cheering for them, and a lot of screaming when they start their solo part)Your writings make me happy❤️

{yess the band au we've all been waiting for!! ty for this blessed request anon, and ty for being so understanding!! also ty so much, i'm glad it makes you happy 😭💕💞}

Leona Kingscholar

Leona is a bit shocked when he first sees you dressed up for your concert; when he asks, you laugh and explain that your band has a performance nearby

you offer to let him come but he shrugs it off, not interested in changing his plans (he was just gonna nap but-)

he does ask to go see your next concert though, and even managed to snag an actual ticket, just to make sure he wasn't 'freeloading'

he's not surprised by how much people loved you, but he didn't expect the concert venue to be so big and yet still completely packed

he'd managed to get front row tickets (thanks to you, obviously) but he still felt lost in the crowd, until you dedicated a song to him, grinning and leaning off the stage to snag a quick kiss beforehand

he smirked at the cheers the two of you received, watching closely as you started to sing for him

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie thought it was so cool how you were a famous singer and bassist, asking to see your next concert

of course you offered him front row tickets, even giving him a second one to drag Leona or Jack with him

he got there extra early to get a concert shirt and dragged Jack with him to the front

he was shocked by how popular and famous your band (and you in specific) were, the screams when you walked out on stage hurting his ears a bit

when you leaned over the side of the stage to dedicate your last song to him, grinning and kisses his cheek, he felt his heart burst with joy

the rest of the venue faded away as you started to play, his focus entirely on you as you sang

Jack Howl

Jack didn't really realize what was going on at first, at least until he noticed some other students whispering about you

you laughed and told him it was because you were a singer in a fairly popular band

he asked if it would be ok to see you in concert, his tail wagging excitedly when you agreed

he got to the venue early as hell and even helped you all set up, offering to move and carry anything heavy

his entire face was red when you boldly dedicated a new long song you'd written recently to him, blowing him a kiss

his tail was wagging the entire time, his ears perked up to hear every note and cord of the song

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim had found your bass and asked you about it, gasping and grinning wide when you told him why you had it

he immediately bought tickets to your next concert, proudly showing you them since he wanted to actively support you

he ended up dragging Jamil with him, who, it turned out, actually really liked and followed your band

the two of them weren't surprised by the crowd since Jamil had warned Kalim that you were incredibly popular

Kalim felt his heart flutter when you dedicated a song to him, his smile almost blinding

he focused in on your face as you sang and played, his grin staying on his face even after the song was over

Jamil Viper

Jamil had been following your band since you started dating, having found one of the flyers you'd put up for a concert

he only asked about it once he'd already bought tickets for himself (and Kalim) to go to your next concert

you'd grinned and hugged him, happy to have him there to support you from the front row

he and Kalim had managed to squeeze into the first row, and he found himself a bit jealous that you were receiving so much attention, especially from other guys

that envious feeling faded when you approached him from the stage, leaning down to give his forehead a kiss before loudly dedicating a song to him

he flushed bright red the entire time, a bit embarrassed from the attention but glad you had to openly claimed to be taken by him

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dairy-farmer · 2 years ago

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I see your "Bruce admits he wants to sleep with Tim" and raise you Tim, on truth serum, having to admit he wants to sleep with Bruce followed by a detailed account of all the ways he wants Bruce to violate him which ends with him pregnant of course! In front of a live audience. As Tim Drake-Wayne. Which he drags out for as long as possible because if he's telling Tim's deep, dark secret then he's not telling Red Robin's.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ANON!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️YES YES 1000% !!!!!!!!!

the way i imagine it goes down is at a charity gala. a lot of wealthy people meandering around with their checkbooks who came with the intent to be charmed into giving away money to a good cause for the added benefit of tax breaks.

of course that's a place that gets targeted and of course the people who come in are looking to take more than just the jewls and pocketwatches already on hand.

they need bank numbers, account pins. they have a person on hand with a tablet ready to begin transferring funds in an instant.

but criminals in gotham all have a kind of conceited streak about them. they like the attention and the showmanship of committing crimes and holding hostages.

so while some people have guns pointed to people's heads to keep the crowd under control, other are taking the stage and chasing off the band members.

the leader is clearly cocky and overly confident (the worst thing you could be as a criminal). he also is someone that tim recognizes.

someone who used to work in IT at one of WEs sister companies but was fired for being caught attempting to move company funds into an account.

tim recognizes his face and as their gaze scans the crowd and settles on him he's certain the other recognizes him too because just a single finger pointed in his direction and two brutes are grabbing tim and dragging him up the few steps to the stage where he's thrown down at the ringleaders feet.

so-called 'truth serums' have gotten more legit over the years. having a mind reader or psychic on your side is still the best way to get clear and accurate answers given how truth serums can be manipulated.

something tim's been trained in doing. so when he spots a little gasmask attached to a gas canister followed by an assurance that this would help loosen up that tongue- tim doesn't sturggle as much as he should.

so long as can keep them away from information that truly matters tim will be fine.

so tim offers up numbers to one of the bank accounts he has. it just has a few hundred thousand in case he ever runs into an emergency and needs to withdraw immediate funds. once this is over he'll call his bank to get a freeze on it and the money will likely never even make it past processing.

but once the ringleader has what he wants tim is expecting to get tossed aside and for the next person to get taken up.

but he underestimates the breadth of the grudge the ringleader is holding.

rather than getting dragged back down, a vicious grin widens on that mouth before more gas is pumped into his mouth. tim tries to hold his breath but gets punched in the gut when caught and sucks in quite a bit.

it's enough to make him goo immediatly lightheaded and woozy with the voice of the guy holding him up distantly buzzing in his ear.

there's one thing that criminals in gotham love doing.

getting even.

a lot of them will risk everything just to get revenge on someone who they thought wronged them.

this guy is apparently no different.

he's willing to risk the entire operation, he's willing to risk them getting away before batman arrives, he's willing to risk stealing more money from other attendees just to humiliate tim.

tim hears feedback from one of the stage microphones ring painfully in his ears before it's pressed to his mouth with the question of -

"why don't you tell us your deepest, darkest secret mr. wayne? c'mon tell us something you'd never want anyone to know."

'i'm red robin' almost slips out before tim clenches his teeth shut and lets out a gritted sort of sound. fuck fuck fuck.

not good. not good. he needed to redirect. recontextualize. he needed to convince himself that isn't his most damning secret he needs to sacrifice something else, something that would only negatively effect him because if people knew he was red robin everyone else would go down with him too. it wouldn't be a leap to figure out bruce or dick, damian, or anyone else.

shit. shit. shit.

in hindsight, it's an easy choice. an easy decision to give up the thing he's kept close to his chest for years.

he'll probably be hearing about this on the news for months to come. he's definitely going to be getting dunked on by his brothers and friends for years and who even knew how bruce would react.

"i want to fuck bruce wayne so fucking badly," the words slide out of tim's mouth like they're made of oil.

the silence in the room is deafening. before there were the scattered sounds of people shifting, of women tearfully sniffling, and men making muttered under-their-breath threats.

now you could hear a pin drop.

tim can feel the 'and also i'm red robin' making it's way out of his throat so he keeps going even as the new rogue beside him mutters loud enough to be picked up by the mic-

"what the fu-?"

"i fantasize about it all the time. he's just so big and tall-" tim can feel as a cringe crosses his expression because yes that is what he thinks about he thinks about how big bruce is, how he picks tim up easily. he stares at his hands sometimes, his fingers. he imagines how big his cock is, how he'd split tim's little hole all the way open.

it would've been worse when he was a kid. god had tim been a skinny little runt of a child. his cunt would've gotten fucking destroyed.

he used to imagine it. every night he'd hope that bruce would open his door and wander into his room. he'd taken to wearing short little nightdresses and spilling a lie about how he overheated easily. soon after that tim started going to bed without any panties. hoping bruce would see that and take it as in invitation to fuck him.

god how tim had wanted it. every person tim had ever fucked had been someone taller, bigger, and older. all of them had some trait that had reminded him of bruce. the color of their hair, of their eyes, the size of their hands, the musculature of their build.

tim fantasized about bruce being just a little weaker, a little more immoral and giving into the temptation of having a young boy under his roof. tim imagines how bruce doesn't think it all through how he's just as desperate to fuck tim as tim is to be fucked and maybe there's an accident. maybe bruce forgets the condom and spills into him with his boiling hot cum that scorches tim's insides.

tim imagines having bruce's baby. having something that ties them together forever, having proof that bruce, at some point, loved him enough to fuck him.

bruce does love him! tim knows that! but not in the way time wants to be loved. not in that deep, intimate, carnal way.

everything tim had ever done it was for the off chance that bruce might fuck him as a reward. being his emotional support, taking a job at WE, caring for him and his family, doing everything in his power to make bruce's life easier- it was all because he loved bruce.

but he knew bruce hardly looked his way. but that didn't mean tim didn't yearn for it- for his attention and his touch.

tim confesses to how he sometimes steals discarded clothing from bruce, how he holds it to his nose as he fucks his wet pussy with toys he's aquired over the years.

he saw bruce's cock once, years ago, at the pool where his swim shorts slipped off and it was - to date- the greatest moment of tim's life. he'd masturbated so much that week that he could hardly walk without his poor, worn pussy getting sore.

sometimes bruce would get nightmares and struggle to sleep so tim volunteered to keep him company and sleep with him in his bed. but tim's intentions had always been less than pure. he'd imagined creeping over bruce and tugging down his pants. he fantasized about struggling to sink down on bruce's cock and him awakening to the sight of tim trying to fuck him and forcing his massive cock into his litte baby pussy.

tim had felt like this for years, before he'd even met bruce.

he'd been half devastated and half ecstatic when bruce adopted him because it meant they might never get married and because tim now had his last name.

tim knows it's wrong he knows it. he knows there must be something deeply wrong with him for wanting this so much but he can't help it. it's all he thinks about, it's all he wants with every bit of his soul.

but he never says anything, would never say anything because he doesn't want bruce to distance himself. he doesn't want bruce to be unfortable or dislike him because that would hurt more than anything in the world.

the only thing worse than not having bruce is losing him completely.

tim talks and talks and talks. he goes on and on about every bit he's ever thought about and wanted and he speaks into that microphone without taking a breath. until he's red in the face.

he's saying the thing he wouldn't have said even under threat of bodily harm and while some part of tim is horribly humiliated, the other pragmatic part of him is whispering that this is good, it's the best option. because if people are listening to tim talk about how badly he wants to get fucked by his dad then at least they're not listening about him being red robin.

tim is going on about how he wants to live under bruce's desk and be his little cockwarmer with his mouth when batman swoops in from the ceiling. tim knew that he hadn't seen bruce when he'd scanned the crowd.

gas obscures the vision of everyone present and tim listens as every person is swiftly taken down. the GCPD waits until the last person goes down to brust in and start evacuating people out as well as making arrests.

tim feels thick, familiar arms wrap around his waist and grapple up to the busted ceiling under the cover of the smoke.

tim is sure to go unnoticed even after all...that.

what doesn't go unnoticed is tim's mouth, still compelled to tell the truth as bruce cradles him close and lands on a quiet roof a few buildings away.

tim tilts his head up, staring at the white outs of bruce's cowl and-

"i want you so badly."

bruce's lips twitch and tim wants to bury a hole and drop dead because bruce is amused.

tim makes a sound in the back of his throat and buries his face in bruce's chest to hide from the humiliation.

bruce's hands are resting heavy on his hips and tim's cunt is twitching, all wet and slick from repeating every bit of desire tim had ever had for bruce now here he is. in bruce's arms with their chests pressed together and bruce's hands gripping his hips to keep him close and still.

and tim's mouth still isn't stopping.

rambling about how big bruce's hands are on him, how much he likes being in his arms, how he wants to suck bruce's dick, how he wants to roll onto his back like a puppy for bruce.

and tim feels as bruce....as bruce tightens his grip on him. as his hands stroke tim's lower back and brush over his soft rear.

tim shivers, full body trembling as bruce's hands stroke over him, cupping and squeezing him all around as tim just word vomits.

"oh fuck oh god oh shit okay, fuck, i want to fuck you oh please please let me fuck you-"

tim's begging for bruce to let him get on his knees or back. absolutely pleading for bruce's cock and-

bruce is like a peacock.

it's really obvious when he's pleased, he gets this thin lipped smile that shows the barest flash of teeth.

tim is pressed close, mouth nearly kissing bruce's jaw.

tim knows bruce heard everything he'd said. the speakers connected to the microphone had been loud.

there was no way he didn't know what tim had said and that's obvious when bruce presses him to a wall and slots his knee between tim's legs to grind up against his cunt.

exactly something tim had told an entire room full of people he'd imagined bruce doing to him.

now it was happening.

it was fucking happening.

tim was so happy he could die.

#anonymous #answered asks #asks

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stopeatingwhales · 3 years ago

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football hysteria x damon albarn

I LOVED THIS SM LMAO !!!!!!!! football obsessed damon is so cute

Pairing: 90s damon albarn x reader

Warnings: noneeee

Word count: 2.281

Requested by anon <3

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"Who you supporting?" Graham asked me, handing me a beer as he sat himself beside me on the couch next to me in the middle, Damon sat on the opposing side. Damon had dragged me over to Graham's house to watch the Man City and Chelsea game tonight, and knowing just how competitive Damon came to football, I knew it was better that I simply went along with things rather than moan about how much I really didn't want to spend two hours watching two teams pass around a ball for entertainment.

"Erm, Man City." I replied, quickly flicking the can open to taste the bittersweet barley flavouring of the heineken beer as it embellished the walls of my mouth.

"You don't support Chelsea?" Damon questioned, his eyebrows furrowed.

A small chuckle left my mouth. “Of course I don't, they're shit." I sneered, aware of the havoc that my statement was going to cause. Immediately, Damon's mouth fell agape; stunned by my malevolence, as well as partial shock from the new-found information surrounding my opinions on football.

Graham's laughter rang through the room and my ears as my eyes continued to burn into Damon's piercing gaze, him just as amused as I was. Nobody was as big a football fan as Damon had become. "They're anything but shit," he continued, eyebrows now raised as he scoffed. "You're telling me that you support Man City? Gallagher-brother-Man-City?"

"Okay I'm going to sit between you both,'' Graham announced, swiftly standing up, shoving my body to the side he had just accompanied, placing his body between me and Damon, a blockade to prevent either of us going at each other's throats. "Just so we can all be alive by the end of it."

“Well I wouldn't have fucking invited her over if I knew she supported those manic twats, Graham."

"Piss right off Damon, we're in Graham's flat, not yours." I bit back, completely unphased by his childlike behaviour. It had been made quite apparent to the media that Chelsea were indeed the band dominated by the south, as well as Blur, and Man City were celebrated in the north by Oasis. However, it was quite comical noticing the immediate flush of anger that filled Damon's face after my sly comment. Leaning back into the loveseat, my back adorned the soft feel of the cushion behind me. "Graham, who do you support?" I asked, curiosity laced in my words as the football pitch came into view on the television screen - initiating the beginning of the match.

My eyes were focused on Graham as I watched him toss his glasses onto the coffee table in front of us, which had been cascading with countless bags of crisps and other treats to keep us stuffed as the ninety-minute match played through. "In all honesty, I'm not that phased with football," he began, reaching over to open a bag of crisps. "It's Damon here who's completely obsessed with it."

As the match began, tensions were already built to a high degree between the three of us. Small but meaningless comments had been thrown into the atmosphere of the apartment, merely portraying our silliness and how neither of us had seemingly outgrown the competitive side of our personalities, something that would be more apparent during teenage years. Unfortunately however, very early into the game, Damon's supporting team had decided to skillfully snatch the ball from one of the players, eventually managing to get it into the goal - portraying the first goal scored subsequent to the game's start.

Damon instantaneously rose at the goal, shouting loud enough for the neighbours to hear every single word that rumbled out of his throat. "Told you we were bett-" he said, smugness intertwined between his words so effortlessly, though shamefully his words had been cut off by the sound of the cushion, once placed behind me, now hitting his face. I couldn't help but allow a tiny smirk to illustrate itself on my facial features as I admired his face dripping in absolute bewilderment towards my actions. “What the fuck was that for?” he scoffed, falling back into his side of the sofa, as I sustained the grin on my face, watching him. The atmosphere that was once overflowing with hostility was now completely serenaded with Damon's egocentric giggles, forcing my body to hunch into a sulk at how quickly my team had been warranting for a loss so early into the match.

Mid-way through the game, Graham had decided to go to the corner shop by his apartment to get more beers for us to share, due to us having run out to share between the three of us. I dreaded being alone in the room with the game ongoing with Damon present, full-well knowing that his upbeat jolliness would attempt to torment me upon the fact that he was winning, which, to my demise, was exactly what had occured. The air fell still in the room once the sound of the door slamming etched through the flat walls, my gaze focused entirely on the match following on the screen, attempting to focus my mind on anything but the room that I was currently occupied in - though my peripheral noticed Damon's head almost instantly turned to look in my direction once it was made evident that Graham wasn’t inside the flat anymore. As if reading my mind, he decided to shift his body weight, which was once adorned to the other armrest of the burgundy couch, right next to me, where he attempted to wrap his arm around my shoulders, warming me into an embrace. In spite of this, I could feel his intense stare on my features. Using all my strength to avoid connecting eyes with him, I wasn’t going to admit defeat so easily, my stubbornness proving a point.

Once Damon realised, he carried on watching the game, however his body had continued it's embrace with mine. At one point, I was thinking that the match was going to be a lost cause from the performance shown by Chelsea, However, things began to turn around, and Man City managed to score a goal, to Damon's consternation. The sudden win resulted in me lunging from my seat, swiftly detaching myself from Damon, my whole body cheering towards the goal as it replayed on the screen. What was amusing was that, after I had finished my applause, I noticed that Damon had moved back into his seat by the side of the couch, distancing himself from me. "Aw, you don't want to sit with me anymore?" I sarcastically questioned, not waiting for an answer as a small smile crept on my lips. It was very amusing, pissing Damon off. I must say, watching his ego deflate into nothing but a simple sulk at the corner of a room was really the sight.

"What did I miss?" The sound of graham's voice sounded through the room, paired with the clank of multiple beer bottles as he reached into the plastic carrier bag to place them on the table. Each and every one had an individual water-streak pattern, indicating that they had just been chilled - when they taste best.

"Man City scored!" I exclaimed, reaching out for one of the glass bottles as I got the bottle opener to unfasten it from its metal clasp, promptly taking a swig from the beverage. The intent was, of course, to provide Graham with the extra knowledge upon the events that occurred during the match whilst he was absent, however knowing myself, I had also wanted to remind Damon of said occurrences, to surge him to the edge of his frustration. Exclaiming it at the top of my lungs held just enough power to do just that.

A chuckle immediately left Graham's mouth from my enthusiasm. "Need me to sit between you both again?" He jokingly asked, yet an element of seriousness was laced between his words.

“Depends if Damon's gonna stop sulking or not.” I replied, focusing my view on the game playing on the screen.

"You're the one who was fucking throwing the cushions!" Damon shouted, reaching over to grab himself a beer.

"Because you were pissing me off!" I answered, shifting my gaze onto Damon, who was, to my surprise, staring directly at me. There was a certain look of annoyance glazed on his features, though the agitation seemed to subside as soon as we locked stares, as if he was longing for my eyes to bear their sight toward him, as if it was an examination, an analysation to confirm whether we were still on good terms or not; of course we were, while conflicting preferences drew evident tears between us during that moment in particular. After a few seconds had passed, Damon leaned back into the cushion, carrying on watching the game unfold, satisfied with his response from my eyes. Switching my gaze over to Graham, I took notice of a look of question illustrated on his features, to which I decided to mime that it was alright, in order to move myself next to Damon once again. It would've been a lie, and a mere understatement, to say that I hadn't missed his arms around me.

Bunching up next to him, enough space was made to allow graham to sit himself down next to me, though that thought was the last passing my mind; my body was shivering from nervousness, the close proximity between us, regardless of our romantic acquaintance, never failed to bloom butterflies at the pit of my stomach. Due to my body's weight pressing down onto the cushion next to him, it was obvious that he was aware that I moved to sit next to him - but at a cause of his stubbornness, him averting all his attention onto me, admiring me as if I was the only living being in the apartment, a home that hadn't even belonged to me, would never happen - it would take much more to result in his feign of irritation to melt away. Placing my arm around his shoulder, I granted my hand to reach up to his beautiful head of hair, my fingers caressing his strands gently as I brushed any parts that were sticking out on the sides of his head. His arms were wrapped around one another, like a child encompassed in an angry stupor at their parent due to them not allowing them a packet of sweets from the grocery store, though I was playing at his heartstrings, aware of just how much he adored me playing with his dirty blonde locks.

For a short sum of time, we both sat there, my hands never halting their actions. The next few minutes of the game played out of continuous dribbling and passing to other teammates, oftentimes resulting in the other team taking hold of the ball and running around with it for a while until their attempt to score. Randomly, Damon's arm had released itself from its shared embrace with the other, engulfing my body with his as he encased his left arm around my shoulders. We were in a sense of comfort with one another, though from Damon's avoidance of my stare it was made obvious that he was still in the least carrying a small element of annoyance, nevertheless, as I allowed my eyes to linger onto his delicate, paradisiacal features, holding back a grin was seen much easier said than done, a small curvature sneaking itself on his lips.

"Look who's won." Graham mumbled, his voice detaching me out of my trance that I was enamoured in.

A laugh rang itself out of my throat as I admired the lengthy team cheering as they enveloped one another in a massive embrace. "Told you they were better!" I grinned as I diverted my gaze onto Damon, the same look of frustration painted on his demeanour, still avoiding his eyes on me. "You want a kiss?" I asked, tilting my head in order to make sure I was the main thing in his sight, knowing he wouldn't be able to keep up his facade so easily. "Kiss kiss?"

I continued until his eyes met mine. It was as if, for a short segment of time we were frozen in place, momentary seconds passing of us merely marvelling at the view illustrated forth one another, my hands snaking their way around his neck as I leaned in slightly, noticing his blue orbs fall onto my lips, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as his mind wandered through fields of appraisal. It was then where I couldn’t hold resistance for any longer, and I doubted that Damon could, bringing my head forward as I let my lips latch onto his, allowing time to flow as they lingered still before he kissed me back with gentle force, enough to notify me of his desire that encompassed him just as much as me. The kiss held innocence, portrayed adoration in its true beauty, nevertheless, also embodying eagerness, a yearning of lust.

"I'm going to be honest," I mumbled, removing my lips away from his, panting as I attempted to recollect my breath. "I don't actually support Man City."

"Of course you fucking don't." Damon laughed, our lips connecting once again as he perched his head forward, intoxicating me with the very thing that I desired most in that significant moment.

"If you're gonna shag, please go home." Graham groaned, causing our bodies to jolt at the sudden awareness that we weren’t alone together. Pulling away instantly, a wave of embarrassment covered my cheeks as we looked at one another, infatuation the single thing flowing out of our eyes.

“Sorry Graham.”

#i loved this so much please #damon albarn x reader #damon albarn #90s #blur band #britpop #graham coxon #imagines #band imagines

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apocalypticgargoyle · 4 years ago

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𝘽𝙊𝘿𝙔 𝙂𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍 │ 𝙠.𝙟. 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

○ request: i loved your edgy!karl smut it was so good, would appreciate it if u did more of that along with edgy!karl eating the reader out thanks! :)))

○ pairing: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader

○ warnings: nsfw (minors dni), biting, cliche college party scene, oral (fm. receiving), slight domination, light asphyxiation, suggestive language, mentions of alcohol, eyeliner

○ word count: 2259

○ links: part 1, ao3

a/n: Thank you to everyone for all your support on my first part! It means the world to see so many of you enjoying my writing and I love reading your thoughts, so thank you thank you ♡ Thank you anon for giving me the opportunity to write more for this au hhnngngngnngg. Also I’m so sorry for the wait! I hit midterms in college and this got away from me. I am accepting requests so feel free to send me whatever! Let me know what you think and happy reading :)

тнє ѕмєℓℓ σƒ вєєя, ¢нєαρ ¢σℓσgηє, αη∂ єχρєηѕινє нαιяѕρяαу bombarded your senses as if they were part of an invading army against the overwhelming stench of weed and desperation. The juxtaposing elements in the air only further solidified the escapism from your everyday lives. Your eyes traced over the relentless rage of a crowd; identities drowned by dark hues of purples and blues dancing against the clouds of smoke wafting into the air.

Your skin, sticky with a film of clean sweat and an overindulgent amount of fragrant body glitter, shimmered beneath the same masking streams of lights. Packed among warm bodies kneading together to the distorted bass of a song scraped from the bottom of someone’s playlist, you swayed as your limbs swam through the muggy air to muddle with the rest of the outstretched fingers of your comrades.

Bands of people maneuvered in and out of the large house whose name you could no longer recall. Choruses of greetings would jump into the atmosphere as cliques seemed to reunite after centuries apart when in plain man's reality, it’d been barely hours. Your roommate curled herself around one of the ringleaders of these said social-groupings, just out of your reach. You pressed the back of your hand against your warm forehead to catch your breath as your eyes cut through the flock as if by instinct.

By some odd twist of fate, Karl was pushed through the front door in a horde of his own. He sent you a smug expression as his sights locked to yours. Over the deafening volume of the music, you could almost hear the ghost of his voice in your ear repeating your name as if it were an ancient prayer as he gripped onto your hips. Your skin stung with the phantom grazing of his teeth against your shoulder blades. Heat rushed to your cheeks at the thought, your vision threatening to glaze over as he winked at you. He could probably see the gears grinding together in your head as your mind wandered. You chewed the inside of your cheek, noticing the lack of his lip ring.

You tore your gaze from him, brushing off his figurative hold over you and attempting to return to whatever state of unaware bliss you were in previously. It had been longer than you realized since you’d seen Karl. You’d wanted to call him, sure, but with school and work, sadly he’d come to slip from your mind. But that didn’t stop the butterflies from fluttering in your stomach at the mere thought of his body against yours once again.

You could see him out of the corner of your eye maneuvering through the crowd. You took a sip from your drink, pretending not to notice him walking towards you. As the group he was with passed by you, he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, slipping a note into your hand as he followed them. You bit back a smile, shaking your head slightly. You nonchalantly peered at the crumpled paper he had pressed into your hand, deciphering the scribbled, “Meet me in the upstairs bathroom -K.”

With the lock on the bathroom door clicking into place, Karl’s lips were on yours, pressing you strongly against the wood grain. His kiss was starved as if you had been his only craving for months. His arms wrapped around you, pinning you further against the door with his hum of a moan echoing into your mouth. Your hands slithered beneath his dark shirt, gripping at the bare skin peppering with goosebumps at your touch as if his body was calling to you. You instinctively wrapped one of your legs around his, pulling him closer to you.

His teeth scorched your lips, dragging and pulling at your sensitive skin. His taste on your tongue blurred your sense of reason, and you fought not to lose yourself in the essence of him. He breathlessly pulled away from you, only to begin his campaign against your jaw. One of his hands moved to thread into your hair, brushing it away from your neck to allow himself more of a canvas. His tongue ring, a beloved accessory, was cool against your skin with each of his movements as the sting of his teeth sent heat flooding to your core. His less preoccupied hand gripped your ass tightly, pressing you against the already hardening bulge in his jeans.

The smell on his clothes was a clean contrast to the suffocating cloudy air outside. His warm breath fanning against your cheeks made your mouth water with anticipation of what he was gearing up to do. He pressed his lips to yours in one last chaste kiss before trailing his lips along your throat and ghosting over your chest before settling on his knees. You chewed the flesh of your bottom lip, suddenly feeling as if you were going through withdrawal as you lacked his attention.

He looked up at you through his thick lashes, a smug look plastering across his face at your apparent neediness as he gestured for you to widen your stance. In the fluorescent lights of the bathroom, you could now see him clearly, including the yellowing-purple bruise under his eye. On one hand, healing scraps littered his knuckles. His lips settled against your inner thigh just above your knee. “What happened to your eye?” You asked, your voice suddenly uneven and shaky under his gaze.

His tongue flattened against your thigh, licking a stripe closer to your heat as his fingers grazed against your skin to hook around the waistband of your underwear. “I got too hot-headed in an argument with someone,” he murmured, smirking to himself slightly.

You rolled your eyes. “How mysterious,” you joked. He chuckled, sending his breath across the wet spots he’d marked between your legs before slipping your underpants down your legs and into his pocket. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows, a few tattoos dotted on his arms sending memories of your first time with him to flash behind your eyes. With almost practiced precision, he pressed his mouth against your heat.

Your fingers ran into his dark hair as his lips sucked at your bundle of nerves, his tongue grazing ever so faintly against your center. He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, pulling you further against his mouth as you ground your hips against his tongue. His tongue ring massaged against your sensitive skin. He hummed slightly, the vibration of his voice echoing through your body, straight to already your budding climax. He began to swirl his tongue against you in a different direction, a new sensation adding to the mix of pleasure you were almost being blinded with as his ring teased against you.

The concentration—evident in the furrowing of his brow—made you impossibly want him more. He was fixated on edging you toward your orgasm. His finger traced against where you needed friction the most, your body almost begging for him to slip inside of you as he played at the possibility of it.

Finally, he pushed a finger inside of you, making your back arch against the wall, your teeth clamping down on the inside of your cheek to keep the moan threatening to rip from your throat at bay. You groaned as he began to pump it in and out of you, his tongue still delicately dancing around your core. His name slipped from your mouth as he added another finger, picking up his pace and curling them inside of you. He was beckoning your release as you began to feel tension building within you. He looked up at you again, his gaze shifting into more of an expression asking for praise. You tugged at your own hair, nearly unable to express what kind of pleasure he was putting you through. “Fuck, Karl…” You groaned, a strained moaning tone slipping past your lips.

He detached from you, quickening his pace. “That’s right, say my name,” he ribbed, a cocky grin spreading to his lips. Your heel dug into his back, nearly losing your balance as you toed the edge of an orgasm. You moaned his name like a sinful prayer, begging him to continue. He flattened his tongue against your core once again, moving his head side to side and finally coaxing you to finish.

Your knees were ready to buckle beneath you as you pulled at his hair. He placed a kiss to your thighs again before standing and sealing the last of your blissed-out expression between his lips, his tongue ring teasing into your mouth. He turned the two of you, pressing you against the edge of the sink counter. He slipped his fingers beneath the shoulder straps of your dress, threatening to break them. He let go of you, his eyes tracing over your features.

A dark chuckle fell from his lips as he set your chin between his thumb and index finger, turning you to look at yourself in the mirror. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder blades as you took note of how disheveled the two of you looked. His eyeliner was smudged, his lips a deep red. Your hair was a mess and your makeup smeared from his attention. Parts of his shirt and wherever his hands had been were glistening from the glitter you’d spread on your body before the party. He seemed to like that a stranger could tell the two of you were together as his lips continued to pepper your neck with open-mouthed kisses.

He ground himself against you, the friction making you groan. His hands toyed with the hem of your skirt, his fingertips ghosting patterns into your skin as you leaned back against him, wanting him to give in to whatever he was conjuring up in his mind. At your signs of continuing, he unzipped his pants, bending you over the sink slightly before letting his cock beckon at your entrance.

You braced yourself against the counter as he pressed his lips behind your ear, pushing into you. His hiss of relief fanned against your skin at the feeling of you tightening around him as you adjusted to his size. “Fuck, I missed you,” he moaned against the shell of your ear before beginning to thrust into you. A groan escaped your mouth as one of his hands dug into your hip to keep you grinding against him. “Look at me, sweetheart,” he leered, his other hand moving to settle against the mirror, bracing the two of you as his hips jutted against you, driving himself deeper into you. You willed your eyes forward, meeting Karl’s derisive smirk in the reflection as your hair stuck to the sides of your face in exertion. His teeth sank into your shoulder, stifling his own lude muses.

You could tell he was already close as his hips quickened, the fixed, sanguine look in his eyes running straight to your core. You gripped the edge of the counter, watching as his hand left a very defined print on the glass from his sweat and the body glitter as it moved to wrap around your throat, fingers threatening to imprint on your skin. You wanted him to leave his mark on you though. The bruises he’d left last time were like trophies to you as they faded, and you wore them under your clothes with secret pride. He flexed his hand, restricting your airflow as he groaned in your ear, your vision blurring with pleasure.

You gasped as he let go, air filling your lungs as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder once again, his speed quickening. You felt yourself once again walking the thin line of spilling over into your climax. Before you knew it, you were unraveling around him, tightening as you did so to draw him to finish as well. He groaned at the feeling, his throat sounding nearly raw with the action. As bliss spread through your body, you regained some slight sense of reality, your knees aching and unstable beneath Karl. He wrapped an arm around your waist to steady the two of you as you both caught your breath.

As he zipped his pants, you straightened your hair and fixed your makeup. “I ran into your roommate at the store the other day,” he commented. You turned to him, an eyebrow raised slightly. He ran two fingers over his bottom lip in thought, standing beside you. “I think she likes me,” he joked, reaching an arm around you to rest on the wall, leaning closer to you.

You smirked up at him, reaching to close the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips against his briefly. “Oh, come on, don’t make me jealous,” you leered as he dug his face into the crook of your neck. He groaned slightly at your jab.

“You wish,” he quipped back, sending you into a short laugh. He straightened up, capturing your lips against his before shrugging out of your way. “Save a dance for me,” he mocked, sending you a wink as he slipped out the door.

You rolled your eyes slightly, fighting the smile wanting to break through your façade. You exited the bathroom a few minutes later to attempt to blend back into the crowd. Your mind clicked into place as you were mere paces from your roommate. You felt a foreign blush creep up to your ears as you realized Karl still had your underwear in his pocket.

#karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs x you #karl jacobs smut #dsmp smut #edgy aesthetic #college au karl jacobs #edgy!karl jacobs #edgy!karl #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt smut

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neocrush · 4 years ago

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— enhypen reaction to hearing you sing for the first time !

genre: fluff + established relationship for heeseung and sunoo

pairings: idol!enhypen x gn!reader

note: requested by anon ♡

★ heeseung

you got into an argument, a dumb one actually

but you both being the stubborn people you are, you decided to give each other the silent treatment

you couldn’t handle it much longer

you just wanted to say sorry and cuddle with him

but then again - you didn’t wanna deflate your ego

so directly speaking to him was a no-no

so you sat there in his bed, grabbing his guitar and started strumming it

until you started playing and singing get you by daniel caesar

heeseung must’ve heard you as he slowly walked towards his room, pressing his ear on the door

he didn’t know you could play the guitar and sing

pls he had massive heart eyes

was convinced he fell in love with you all over again

he completely forgot the argument ever happened and just barged in

“you’re the love of my life.”

you stopped playing and singing and just went *instert shocked pikachu face*

“can you sing for me? please?” and you just shake your head no

pouts and gives you puppy eyes

you give in and kiss his cheek “fine, but only if you do it with me”

he nods and cuddles you as you both sing each other to sleep

★ jay

you were a new trainee at belift and he was at the studio, preparing a new song with jake and a producer

the producer had called you in to record a demo for one of the hybe groups

he wasn’t that fazed when you entered the room - the both of you having a mask and bucket hat on

as you entered the recording booth, you removed your mask and hat

you listen to the instrumental and re-read the lyrics once again as you asked the producer if you could record the song without instrumental first

the producer agreed and started recording

you got straight into the chorus, surprising jay

that specific part was in a very high key and he was shocked at how effortlessly you sang it at the first try

the recording went pretty well

but the way jay kept on looking back and forth between the lyrics he was writing and you in the booth didn’t go unnoticed by jake

you were done and had to return to practice as you bowed to the boys and producer - leaving the room

jake nudges jay, signalling him to go follow you and at least say something

jay took the hint and left the studio

“y/n!” he called out and you turned around

“your voice is beautiful. would you want to record with me- i mean enhypen some time?”

★ jake

you were part of a girl band

you played the bass and was also the lead singer

your company - a fairly small one - was just recently bought by bang pd so you were under hybe labels

your group used to perform for different high school festivals and you just happened to have performed at sunoo’s

after hearing the news that you were under hybe too, sunoo begged his members to come with him see your band at the company

“sunoo they’re there to practice, not to do free concerts” - jungwon

jake chuckled and he was the only one who agreed to come with sunoo

“hyung did you know their lead singer is the same age as you” sunoo said wiggling his brows as they both made their way to your practice room

jake just shook his head at his younger member

hearing a familiar melody, sunoo dragged the older member to what he was sure was your practice room

“sunoo you can’t just barge i-“

was he seeing an angel?????

“sunoo i thought they did rock”

“yeah but they have bsides in other genres too yknow”

you were singing your solo song twilight

jake nodded and watched you in awe, admiring how into the song you were

your members weren’t there and it may seem lonely but your voice echoing throughout the room made the atmosphere feel heavenly

once the song was over, sunoo cheered and clapped his hands as you grew shy, finally acknowledging their presence

the two boys introduced themselves to you and you did the same to them

you chuckled as you saw jake fumble on his words

“i know who you guys are, i watched your very good cover. you should try doing rock sometime, it seriously fits you guys!” you complimented them

as they grew shy, you couldn’t help but notice jake’s unique smile and how he plays with his hands when he’s nervous

“do you wanna grab lunch with us?”

“is the jake sim asking me out?”

“is the y/n l/n rejecting me?”

you both laughed as sunoo playfully rolled his eyes and you went to go get lunch with the two

★ sunghoon

you were at karaoke with the guys

all of them were having the time of their lives, doing song after song without taking breaks

jay and riki were singing new face and you were busting your lungs out watching them get tired of the never-ending song

remember when yoongi went “when does this song end” when bts was singing new face during that one run episode? yeah that’s them

when the song finally finished, jungwon noticed how you have been laughing and just sitting there the whole time

so he took the mic and pointed at you

that little shit

sunoo had already queued asap by stayc for him to sing, but jungwon insisted that you sing it since you should at least sing one song

“but that’s my song!” - sunoo

“sunoo you can do the choreo while y/n sings” - jungwon

sunoo nods, also wanting to hear you sing

(ps he wanted to do the choreo lol)

you refused and kept shaking your head until your crush, sunghoon, placed his hand on your shoulder, making your heart do backflips

“cmonnnn y/n, please?” he pouted at you

finally giving in, you stand up and grab the mic from jungwon

starting the song, your body was stiff

but once you reached the chorus, you and sunoo were doing the choreo while you sang with a big smile on your face

not you being a whole kpop idol whoop

sunghoon couldn’t help but look at you and smile to himself and blush - you looked so cute and your voice was so addicting

you even lipsynced the “i think you’re really cool” part (the one before the chorus) while winking at him

the song really brought out your inner confidence as you made sunghoon a flustered mess

once you were all finished and went home, riki showed you a video he took of sunghoon when you were singing

“dude i swear he’s super into you! look at him smiling ear-to-ear!!! he looks like he just saw an angel”

“oh shut up riki”

you mentally thanked jungwon for setting you up like that

★ sunoo

“can you sing me to sleep please?” you asked sunoo asked with puppy eyes

he poked your cheeks, nodding

“you’re so cute. of course i’ll sing you to sleep baby”

getting in bed with him, he started playing with your hair and caressing your shoulder

he softly sang love is not over by bts

what took him by surprise was that you suddenly joined in, harmonizing with him

he knew you liked music but wasn’t aware that you had such an amazing voice

he held your hand as you both finished singing the song, giggling

“baby you have the sweetest voice ever, you should sing more often” he playfully pouted

you softly laughed as you moved his bangs out frame, kissing his forehead

“i’ll only sing for you darling, i don’t want others to fall for me”

he playfully hit you as you laughed at your own joke

facing you, he looked into your eyes

“i love you so much.”

you blushed at his words

“i love you even more sunoo.”

★ jungwon

your group and enhypen were appearing on weekly idol together

your members kept on teasing you because you had previously revealed that jungwon was your ideal type on knowing bros

what you said garnered a lot of attention from knetz and engenes, some negative but most of them positive

“they would make an adorable couple”

“i wanna see them sing together”

“their visuals together would shake the whole country”

you were glad engenes didn’t hate your guys for being open about your admiration towards the boy

you being nervous was an understatement - this was your first time seeing jungwon in real life

and you expected the hosts to bring up what you said about him so you were prepared to face him directly

pls this sounds like ur about to have a boxing match w him

anyways filming started out okay until the hosts (ofc) brought up what you said

a few laughs here and there but suddenly they had an idea

“so you’re the main vocal, correct?”

you nodded at one of the hosts

“that’s perfect because it’s time for our karaoke session!”

you ended up getting paired up with jungwon to sing just one day by bts

you made eye contact the whole time and it didn’t take a genius to see the instant chemistry

your voices went so well with each other that even you and his members were shocked at how heavenly you both sounded together

you were both smiling and you could just melt right then and there

once you were done, you covered your face with your hands as you were a blushing mess

your members and enhypen clapped and one of the hosts went “you guys should sing an ost together”

you both got super shy and the rest of filming went well

a month passed and the episode aired

engenes and your fans went insane on sns and knetz were demanding a collab

it wasn’t anything serious until your ceo brought you in in a meeting with hybe executives and he popped up the question

“how would you like to feature in enhypen’s newest album?”

★ riki

your classmates were cleaning the classroom as it was the last week of the whole school year

you were sweeping the floor, humming the song that was silently playing in the background as the room was filled with chatter

riki was removing the decorations on the walls, listening to your soft hums

the songs that were being played were fairly calm

until a more energetic song suddenly played

your classmates suddenly became all energetic when i can’t stop me by twice started playing

you smiled, singing along

you were just playing around but you didn’t realize that you just hit nayeon’s high notes

“woah! y/n??? you’re really good”

you saw that riki was listening the whole time (and so was the rest of the class lol) and you got shy

you shook your head and stopped singing

“no keep going!” - a classmate

you gave in and went on with the song and riki gave you a “you’re so awesome” look

once the song was over, your classmates started playing even more hype song

a guy went “lets do karaoke!”

a girl chimed in “y/n has to go first!”

riki softly laughed and nudged you to go sing

you used the broom in your hand as a fake mic and mic stand as you sang blue hour by txt

he filmed you, zooming in on your smiling face

he was sure going to cherish that video forever

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inkrabbit · 2 years ago

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Idk if you do headcanons for the ghouls but do you have any for sunshine or any of the ghoulettes

I do it all for requests anon (within my rules I have set on my pinned post) so don't you even worry. I'll do all of the ghoulettes for this one

Cumulus:

she's the band's mommy and she loves her role

very caring for the group and concerned about everyone's safety

but she will be dragging you by the ear if you're caught misbehaving

she does remember the little things about everyone

and she may or may not have everyone's birthday marked down in her calendar

yes she also celebrates Copia's rats birthdays

absolutely loves picking up little trinkets while they're on tour to gift to everyone else

if she sees something that reminds her of Papa, one of the ghouls, or even a clergy member, she immediately buys it

absolutely squeals over fans she's seen/interacted with after each ritual

"Did you see that little one all the way the front? Oh, she was just so cute, I wanted to pinch her cheeks!"

Cirrus:

a lot more firm than Cumulus is

but she also spoils everyone a lot

similar to a wine aunt, but also feeling like she has this same energy

can and will throw down, don't even try it

just wants to have a good time, especially if it's with Cumulus

absolutely loves watching movies, especially comedies

100% wants to have more movie nights, but she's kicking anyone that's being disruptive

"If I miss any good parts, I'm taking your ear."

encourages everyone to be open about how they're feeling and to talk to her or Cumulus

but please go to Cumulus first because Cirrus doesn't always have the best advice and she might laugh

Sunshine:

very shy but also trying her best

also here for a good time

heard how Rain slowly got out of his shell and wishes to do the same

all in good time so she's still a little quiet, but also very polite

absolutely loves spending quality time with anyone and everyone pls invite her out anywhere she needs this

"I saw this cool record store in the next town over! Do you wanna go see what they have with me?"

the shortest one so she occasionally has to ask for help to reach things

absolutely hates doing it so she keeps everything she needs at short ghoul height

she has 2 places she'll freely dance: on stage and in her room

please don't barge into her room while her music is blaring and she's dancing. she will get embarrassed and probably start crying

#request #headcanons #hcs #cumulus #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus #cirrus ghoulette #sunshine #sunshine ghoulette

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amostimprobabledream · 3 years ago

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Hey there!! I was wondering if I could request headcanons about the Hazbin bois - Angel, Alastor and Husk about them listening and reacting to their s/o’s preferred music taste? I can see Angel and Alastor just casually walking by and noticing their s/o get so into it lmao😂 thanks love!❤️

Sure you can, anon! <3 Angel Dust: - While Angel died in the 1940's, he's definitely fine with modern day music, as we can attest from the Addict video. Plus when you work at a strip club you're bound to hear some new tunes whether you want to or not.

- So he quite likes finding new music to jam to, especially if you like it as well - he'd absolutely tag along with you to concerts, because "party don't start til I walk in, baby." - If he gets dancing, it's quite a sight to see. Angel is like 70% legs and he knows how to throw it back with the best of them. He definitely likes rauchy music, but he'll also be happy to scream out some of his daddy issues to metal or something. He looks good in everything so there probably aren't many genres he dislikes.

- And yes, he does like pop a lot too. You'll frequently see him strutting around, trying out the "look" of some pop divas from hell or earth, sometimes he gets inspired to try out a drag routine based off a singer.

- If he catches you singing or dancing, he'll unabashedly join in, probably outshining you while he does it, the incorrigible little show-off. Only in the privacy of the hotel, though - he does have a rep to maintain!

- Will make a playlist of songs you both like to listen to when you fuck. Alastor: - Okay so Alastor is kind of a music snob. He doesn't like much of the technology after his death, so I don't think he's going to be into it if you're blasting house or techno from some giant speakers.

- That being said, he loves electro swing, so if you're playing that, it'll summon him like you have him on speed dial - he'll probably even drag you into a dance if you're not careful. He doesn't mind if you're terrible, either - just follow his lead, dear!

- He ALSO has a total love of musicals. They were very popular around the time he was alive, so if he hears you belting out some showtunes, he'll be interested. I can see him being a fan of Little Shop of Horrors - people trusting a bloodthirsty, charming, man-eating plant over their better judgement because of greed? Marvellous!

- He's a good singer, we already know, so if you catch him in a particularly jolly mood he might be willing to sing some jingles from his radio host days that still stick with him in hell. He does have fond memories of his old profession and the murdering he did on the dl

- If he catches you singing or dancing, he'll watch you like you're his own personal show and gives one of this condescending little chuckles if you get embarrassed.

- "Don't mind me, dear, it was QUITE entertaining..." Husk: - Husk is an interesting case because even if he doesn't necessarily like loud music being blasted around him, thanks to his sensitive cat-hearing, he is also quite curious about things his s/o likes.

- I don't think he'd like anything too taxing on the ears like screamo and being a grumpy old man he finds rap and hiphop difficult to keep up with.

- He's probably more into chill music, especially since he's gonna be nursing a hangover a lot of the time or in the middle of a nap. I'm thinking stuff like Death Cab for Cutie and stuff like that.

- He will NOT dance with you under any circumstances. The best you can hope for is him standing there next to you while you bounce around beside him.

- That being said, if there is a band or show or whatever you're especially passionate about, he'll humour you by trying it out - not because he thinks it's cute how excited you get or anything, it's just you've mentioned it so much he might as well see what all the fuss is about. That's all!

- Sure, Jan.

- Don't get it twisted - he can put on airs of indifference all he likes, but if he sees you bopping to something on your headphones or humming lyrics to yourself, it brings a little smile to his face. Maybe music isn't so annoying when it's coming from you.

#Hazbin Hotel #Hazbin Hotel headcanons #Alastor #Angel Dust #Husk #Alastor x Reader #Angel Dust x Reader #Husk x Reader #Blogging #Writings #Headcanons

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separatist-apologist · 3 years ago

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Hi, it’s me, riling up anon (I really should get a tumblr account to ease my introductions and so we can become besties). Obviously, LOVE part 4! Part 5 ideas- Lucien repays the favor (obvs). He wakes up wondering how he is going to get Elain alone in the house when a gift falls into his lap - a rogue Illyrian war band is attempting to gain new territory. Exit the IC, enter elucien smut in the garden.

First of all, I would love to be besties.

Second of all, no rest for the wicked am I right? Like yesterday this is NSFW, 18+, practically unedited and obviously guarantees a part 6. It's also the longest part I've written so far. PART 5!

Elain woke with some regrets. The throb between her legs was at an all-time high and with so many people around, there was little she could do but put on a breezy, cotton gown, her wide-brimmed sun hat, and vanish into the garden where at least no one would be able to smell what was going on with her. Elain kept her thighs pressed together, hoping some of the friction would help alleviate the burn.

It didn’t, and by the time the sun was high in the sky, Elain was weeding with a grim brutality. Had Lucien left? She wanted to tug on the bond and see where he was but she didn’t want to bring him anywhere near her. Her control was too tenuous as it was. She might jump him in front of her sisters and then what? How would she possibly explain what was going on between them? She barely knew herself. None of it was ladylike…and perhaps some small part of her liked having something that was just for her. No one could offer an opinion or butt in if they didn’t know.

“Elain?” Feyre’s voice wafted from the garden wall. A moment later her youngest sister appeared in her Illyrian leathers. Elain stood, dusting off her dirty hands. “Hey…it’s nothing to worry about and not a big deal, but there was a disturbance with the Illyrian’s. One of the chiefs slaughtered a village and is attempting to take more territory. Rhys and I are going up to handle it, and I know Cassian and Nesta plan to join with the Valkyries….you’ll be alone in the house.”

Elain shrugged. “That’s fine,” she agreed, wiping sweat with the back of her arm.

Feyre bit her bottom lip, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “Mostly alone…”

Elain narrowed her eyes. “What does that mean?”

Lucien will be in the house too…not all day! But…for a while. He’s working on a treaty for Rhys and should stay in the study. He’ll leave you alone but…just in case you wanted to go out…”

Right. Elain offered Feyre a tight smile, her heart pounding in her chest. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about me.”

Feyre’s shoulders visibly relaxed. “If we can’t make it back tonight I’ll send word.”

“Be safe.”

Feyre vanished, leaving Elain alone in the garden. She stood there, wondering if she ought to find him in the study and demand…demand what, exactly? It wasn’t like she was well-practiced. As she stood there, contemplating how to get what she wanted without having to just blurt it out, a hand brushed the hair from the back of her neck. Warm breath tickled her skin and when Elain spun, already aware of who was just behind her, Lucien caught her easily. He was smiling, his one russet eye dark and hungry as he gazed down at her.

“I’ve promised your sister not to bother you unless you ask,” he told her, his deep voice a shade darker than it typically was. “May I bother you, Lady Elain?”

“That depends,” she replied primly, unable to take her eyes off his lips. “On what kind of bothering you plan to do.”

A grin began to stretch across Lucien’s face, giving him a near feral appearance. “I owe you for last night.”

She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear nervously. “Of course you don’t.” Lucien’s body was pressed against her own as he reached for her face, tilting it towards him. “Wrong, Elain. Tell me…can I bother you?”

“Bother me how?” She whispered, the words nearly sticking to the back of her throat.

“With my mouth, ideally,” he murmured, ghosting his lips across her own. “But I’m happy with just my hands.”

“Why not both?” She asked without thinking. She felt him smile against her skin.

“I like the way you think,” he practically purred before kissing her gently, out in the open where anyone could see. There was nothing to hide them; the garden wall would hardly come up to his hip were he standing right beside it, and though there were some lovely trees scattered about, none were broad enough to obscure what was happening between them.

Elain felt a thrill run up her spine at the thought of being so open with him. It was her that deepened the kiss, running her tongue along his lips until he opened for her. She surged upwards on her tiptoes, arms wrapped around his neck so she could revel in the way he tasted. No one had the right to smell half as good as Lucien did, like crisp Autumn air and sun washed apples, but for however good he smelled, he tasted ten times better.

She was half-drunk on the moment, lost in the feel of his hands running the length of her spine. It was so sweet, so unhurried that some small part of her wanted to revel in it. Lucien, though, had decidedly different ideas regarding what he hoped to do. Some of the sweetness shattered when his hand cupped her breast through the thin, white material of her dress while his other began rouching up the fabric.

She broke the kiss with a gasp. “Out here?” She asked. He chuckled, teasing her nipple almost absently as he gazed down at her.

“You have somewhere better in mind?”

She opened her mouth to protest, to say yes, very much so, but the look on his face stopped her. She glanced at the soft grass just beneath her feet and, before she could talk herself out of it, promptly sat down at his feet. Lucien stared for a moment and then laughed as if she’d told him the most hilarious joke, his tanned face reddening as he attempted to keep himself together.

“What?” She demanded as he dropped to one knee, and then the other until he was kneeling before her.

“You’re funny,” was all he said in response. No one thought she was funny…and never had. She wasn’t sure what to do with that information, so she tucked it away for later. “I never meant for you to sit in the grass, though.”

She frowned. “Oh?”

He was chuckling again as he hefted her into his lap. “I ama gentleman, you know.”

“Where should I sit, then?” She asked, genuinely curious. His lips curled upwards as he lowered himself to the ground and gestured at his face. Heat rose through her body and she balked, one hand pressed against her mouth.

“You’re obscene,” she accused, completely unaware people did such things. Lucien waited a beat and then, with strong, sure hands, merely dragged her across his chest until he had her placed exactly where he wanted.

“Tell me to stop,” he replied, his face half hidden beneath her dress, his breath hot against the fabric of her underwear. Oh, Gods,she thought, her embarrassment shifting towards anticipation. She swallowed hard and draped her gown over his face entirely, not that it was keep anyone from instantly recognizing what was going on between them.

“Off,” his muffled voice ordered, his finger hooking in the fabric of her underwear. It was awkward, shimmying them off while he attempted to keep her exactly as she was, but Elain managed it. Still nervous, she shoved them into the pocket of his pants, just in case anyone came by. They were still clothed…perhaps she’d lie and say she was injured and he was patching her up.

She gasped when she felt his fingers spread her open. Lucien hissed softly. “Pretty,” he murmured, she suspected more to himself than for her though the praise settled hot in her belly.

“What are you—”

He licked right up the center of her cunt and Elain nearly flew off his face. He brought one hand from beneath her skirt to hold her in place, dragging her even closer. Was he breathing, she wondered wildly, suddenly desperate for him to continue?

He licked a slow circle and Elain whined, grinding her hips against his face without thinking. Lucien groaned beneath her, the guttural sound spearing pleasure through her but.

“Am I frustrating you?” His muffled voice asked, his lips speaking practically into her cunt.

“Yes,” she gritted out, wishing he’d shut up.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, withdrawing his mouth completely.

Elain screamed softly, shoving him back into her wet folds. She heard him groan again and she wondered which he liked; the assertiveness or being that close to her body. He gave her what she was asking for, licking up the center of her, letting his tongue work over her clit in the same circular motion as before, faster, then slower, while she canted against him, urging him on.

Heat mingled with pleasure, building up, up, up and when she thought she might fall over the edge, Lucien’s tongue vanished from her clit and dipped into her entrance to fuck her with his mouth instead.

“Lucien please—” She begged. She was close, so mind-shatteringly close it had stolen her ability to think of anything else but his soft, wet mouth rubbing against her, the sweet friction almost unbearable in its pleasure.

He dragged his tongue back to his clit, his pace quickening as one finger slid into her body. Elain was lost to the sensation, unable to do anything but grind against him. Darkness crept into the edge her vision as the heat in her gut threatened to take her completely.

“Please, don’t stop, Lucien—” Her legs clamped around his head, his cunt pulsating on his finger as she screamed his name to the sky. Lucien rode her through it before sliding her down his chest just enough to sit up and kiss her roughly. His mouth tasted like her and she thought she ought to have found it disturbing or disgusting but she found the taste of her mingled in his mouth erotic.

“Lucien?!” A distant voice called. Feyre, she realized. Lucien groaned.

“We’ll continue this later,” he promised, quickly righting himself. She looked away from the bulge in his pants, still panting on the ground. Lucien vanished a moment later and she realized when she’d finally managed to climb back to her shaking legs that he’d taken her underwear with him.

#elucien fic #elucien smut #elucien prompt #my girl just out here in PUBLIC getting her some #Part 6 tomorrow #and then idk #maybe we only need 6 parts?????#as always #u tell me i am but a slave to your will

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manonblaqkbeak · 3 years ago

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Renewal

...........this one absolutely kicked my ass today, it took me forever to get anything done lol

also, for the anon that asked for the prompt of rowan dancing with their daughter, i finally got around to it!!

cw: a lil bit of angst, like a tiny bit but otherwise its just fluff

1.1k words

enjoy! :)

It was the perfect spring day, the soft breeze sent the delicate smells of the wild-flowers that grew in Oakwald Forest. With her Fae hearing, Aelin could hear the gentle rushing of the river stream and the happy buzzing of bees.

Aelin spotted the Royal Painter working away, but soon Aelin's eyes found Rowan's as the Priestess stepped forward and began the speech of thanking everyone for coming to Aelin and Rowan's vow renewal after twenty-eight years of marriage—and what a blessed marriage it had been, the young priestess pointing towards their children that sat in the front row, dressed in finery and their hair neatly brushed and styled.

Aelin looked away from Rowan for a brief moment to take in her children. Everyday was a sharp reminder of how they were growing. Elentiya was fifteen now, Norrin was twelve, Alder nine, Isolde six and Elowynn was four and a half (who was considerably distracted by the Little Folk watching from the trees and bushes surrounding them). It still felt like yesterday when she held them all in her arms, falling asleep against her chest as she marvelled at the life that she and Rowan created.

Rowan laced his fingers through hers, bringing Aelin back into the present when she realised that it was time for the handfasting ceremony.

The ribbon was simple braided cotton rope, decorated with charms that the children had picked out months ago. There were personal charms that the King and Queen had picked out hidden among their children's.

When it was time to say the vows, Aelin recited hers in the Old Language, having secretly studied the language for years with her rare free time. She would never forget the unrestrained, glorious smile that Rowan responded with. And even though they weren't supposed to kiss until the priestess said so, her mate rushed forward and kissed her once she was finished. Aelin melted under his touch, nearly thirty years together and he still got her heart racing.

His vows were said in the Old Language, too, and despite their children only a couple feet away, with their loved ones around them, it was like they were the only two souls in the world.

“To whatever end, Fireheart,” Rowan said, his accent stronger when he spoke the Fae language.

“To whatever end.”

X X X X X X X

Perched on Rowan's lap, Aelin watched as her friends circled around the room, talking, eating and dancing when the band started anew.

She had no reason to be sad, but each time she saw her friends, they always looked a little bit older. Chaol's hair was half grey, half brown, his frame thinner, too. Dorian's eyes were wild with crow's feet, the lines more pronounced when he laughed or smiled.

Even Evangeline was grown now, when sometimes Aelin still saw that young girl that helped the Queen win back her kingdom.

She told herself that it was good, in a twisted way—that her friends got to live, and love and help rebuild the world, but one day, they would all leave it behind, as would their children, and their grandchildren when the time came about.

And Aelin didn't want that to happen. Hated that they were not immortal like her and Rowan and Fenrys. Gods, Aelin was fairly certain that she would even miss Lorcan when he died—his pitch black hair showed thin little lines of grey, too.

Rowan ran a hand up and down her bare arm, smoothing away the distress she must have sent down the bond.

Happy things, she was to think of happy things on her wedding day. Like how her mate's eyes darkened when he saw her walking down the aisle, the metallic gold velvet dress hugging her body almost indecently.

She knew that if they were alone, the dress wouldn't have lasted ten seconds without him ripping it off her and having his wicked way with her, right on the forest floor.

Happy things like how the day after tomorrow, they were leaving for Suria for a week and a half to stay in a manor house near the beach. It was just going to be the two of them, alone for the first time in who knew how long, and clothing was completely optional. All the loud, uninterrupted sex they were going to have.

Happy things like how handsome Rowan looked in his dark green and silver embroidered tunic and dark brown pants and polished boots.

Happy things like how her children were all dancing together and laughing and Lysandra dragging Aedion onto the marble floor to dance with her. Chaol and Yrene talking with their grandchildren.

Happy things like the bright smile that Elentiya wore as she made her way over to Aelin and Rowan.

Their eldest looked radiant in a silk dress the shade of purple wisteria. It was rare to see her dressed in such a fashion, because while she did inherit Aelin's admiration of fashion, Elentiya was very much like her father in the regard that she preferred simple and practical clothing and fabrics for day to day life; but today was special and Elentiya had picked out the dress herself, as well as the silver shoes and silver earrings and necklace.

Elentiya sat on Aelin's lap, the Queen's arms going around her daughter and she wiggled her toes in her shoes, telling her parents about the silly things that Dorian was talking about earlier. Mother and daughter picked at Rowan's half eaten chocolate hazelnut cake (nearly thirty years together, and he still didn't like sweets, but tolerate them from time to time. Aelin was determined that she would get him to like the treats at one point in her long life).

All three of them spoke among themselves when suddenly, Elentiya left Aelin's lap and smiled at her father.

“Papa, will you dance with me, please?”

“Of course,” Rowan said and kissed Aelin's cheek as she left his lap. Rowan escorted their eldest onto the floor, her hand tiny compared to his.

Aelin watched, joyful tears soon flooding her eyes as Rowan danced with Elentiya, picking her up and spinning her around, his smile wide as she giggled. They swept across the floor, everyone watching them now as they went through one dance and smoothly moved to another, their footsteps never getting tangled as the orchestra when from one symphony to another. They danced for a lifetime and Aelin would never get sick of the sight, never get over how much she used to hate Rowan but now loved him with every fiber of her being. How he loved their children and would go to hell and back and war again to ensure that they were happy and free.

The happy things were the most important in life, and with her heart near to bursting with love, Aelin crowned her mate and their child with bright crowns of fire and they continued their waltz, their smiles a mirror of the others.

#rowaelin #rowaelinmonth #my work

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spiderlilyserendipity · 4 years ago

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omg violet you write so well!! if you can, could you write a taehyung nsfw of while on vacation, tae's girlfriend wakes him up early with kisses and promises to do "whatever he wants" if he gets up with her and explores the city and tae holds her to that promise when they get back to their hotel starting with some steamy (private) hot tub sex?

Anon, you are awesome but you have ruined my brain. I got so carried away writing this fic, it is double the size I thought it would be. Many thoughts, head full typa situation. Thank you. This one is titled Only One. Enjoy <3

WC: 4475

Genres: Smut, fluff, angst

Tags: established relationship, anniversary dinners, tae x oc take a trip to Paris

Warnings: dom/sub relationship, dom!taehyung, sub!reader, sir kink, punishment, praise kink, use of the word slut once, colour system as a safeword, insecurity, possessiveness, possessive sex, aftercare, taehyung is very 🥵🥵🥵 in this one y’all

(*Cis female reader*)

“Y/N, Y/N, should we take a picture over there?” Taehyung asks, batting his eyes cutely.

You smile but roll your eyes at Taehyung’s enthusiasm.

Not to be mistaken, if there’s anyone who loves their boyfriend, it’s you. You would live and die for Kim Taehyung, but there’s a special reason for your eyeroll today.

It has been only two weeks since Taehyung got off tour, and at that a world tour. You know Taehyung must be very tired from constantly travelling, hence why you let your boyfriend get his full rest the first week. But the thing is you haven’t seen your lover in a year, and you want to make some memories with him.

You know he will get too busy once the post-tour lull passes over everyone at the company and everything goes back to regular schedule. Then, Taehyung will get sucked away by album preparations, promotions once it’s out, and inevitably: another tour.

You love that Taehyung gets to do what he loves for a living. You also love how cool he looks on stage. But most of all you like getting to spend time with him.

To be honest, you were going to go see Taehyung in Paris during the European leg of the tour. It had been your anniversary, and the two of you had plans to get dinner together and enjoy the city. But then life happened and your plans came crashing down, preventing you from seeing Taehyung until the tour ended months later.

But past you had thought quickly, knowing the day Taehyung would return home and shifted your ticket instead of cancelling. So a week after Taehyung got home, you presented him with a second plane ticket to Paris, France that you bought last minute just for him.

You thought Taehyung would agree with making up for your missed anniversary, but Taehyung had frowned instead. “Babe, I seriously don’t want to go anywhere for a while. I’m sick of hotels and planes.”

“But I’ve never been there, baby. It would be so romantic!” You convinced him eventually, your pout winning him over. Taehyung had sighed, then called his manager to let him know.

So excited from Taehyung agreeing, you had leapt up into his arms and kissed him like crazy. “Ahhh! I’m so excited!”

Taehyung had held back a grin. “Okay. But no touristy stuff.”

You pout. “But that’s the most fun part!” When Taehyung pouts back, you try to convince him again. “Baby, I promise I’ll seriously do anything you say if you do all the embarrassing touristy stuff with me.”

“Anything?” Taehyung asked you, arching a brow.

You took his hand, nodding eagerly. “Anything. Let’s just have fun!”

Taehyung grinned at you. “You better keep your word.”

You had kissed him, grinning at him. He watched you with a fond smile, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You bet I will.” You vow.

It isn’t until you actually land in Paris that you realize what anything Taehyung is imagining.

For all his great qualities, Taehyung is not subtle about what he wants. Especially when he wants you.

The first three days, Taehyung lets you drag him around under the condition that you both wear disguises to avoid being noticed. You comply, picking odd hours of the day for activities that would be very busy at other times of day. You hit all the touristy spots in early mornings before the crowd, hide away in small tucked away cafes and restaurants with Taehyung during lunch hour, then spend the day browsing vintage stores for jewellery and clothes.

It’s all fun and games except for the teasing that Taehyung will not stop. It’s hard for you to name a time of day where Taehyung’s big hands hadn’t been resting on your waist or his lips idly pressing a kiss to your cheek in passing. You know very well the game Taehyung is playing. He is slowly working you up, getting you used to his constant touches. Then, he will withdraw them, leaving you needy.

Despite Taehyung’s teasing, the two of you still have a great time. You buy souvenirs for your friends and things for yourself. Taehyung also buys you clothes and jewellery, loving to spoil you. But what you love the most are the small establishments he brings you to, full of tasty food and where no one knows his name. You know the game Taehyung is playing, but you let him guide you to an isolated table towards the back and feed you food off his own utensils. You let him wipe the corner of your mouth for some smeared sauce, let him lick it off his thumb. Sometimes, you even get a little on your face on purpose. Taehyung notices when you do that, and lets you get away with it. After all, this isn’t a favour he’s doing you. This is your anniversary trip. He can’t be the only one getting away with teasing.

The following three days, the two of you hit the museums. Taehyung shows you around, explaining things he had seen on previous trips to Paris. You listen to him, happier to see him happy than to really look at the art. You take pictures of your boyfriend inside the museum and really anywhere it won’t catch too much attention.

Over those three days, Taehyung’s touches decrease. He reduces it little by little, but you know him well by now. Taehyung isn’t trying to be subtle, rather the opposite. He wants you to notice, to get riled up when his touch is gone.

You tell yourself you don’t mind it, but both of you know it’s a lie. You ignore the smirk on Taehyung’s face every time you intertwine your hands or wrap an arm around his waist to guide him through the back roads. You will get back at him at dinner tonight.

After lunch on the final day, you tell Taehyung to head back to the hotel on his own. You say you are going to buy a new dress for your dinner date tonight, and that you want it to be a surprise for him. Chuckling, Taehyung just passes you his blackcard and tells you to have fun.

You buy a dark green coloured gown, Taehyung’s favourite colour, and a matching necklace and earrings set of emeralds. You smile at the sight of your ass being cupped by the silky material. This is sure to drive Taehyung mad. After all, tonight is the final night. Both of you know exactly how tonight will end.

You catch a cab to the five star Taehyung made a reservation at. You pay the taxi driver excitedly, getting out in your all new outfit, new heels, and even a new purse! You were sure to impress Taehyung.

You walk into the restaurant, telling the waiter who you’re here with. He lets you in, guiding you upstairs to your table.

You frown as you see your table. From this angle, you can’t see who, but Taehyung is talking to a woman. You approach quietly, catching neither of their attention. Luckily (or unluckily) for you, they’re talking loudly. You don’t speak much French but you don’t need it to deal with this woman. You hear her mention the word “model” and a woman’s clothing brand. You hear her repeat “model” a second time as she blatantly roams her eyes down Taehyung’s figure, then up at him. That’s the part that makes your blood boil. You know she is aware of your presence. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what kind of relationship you and Taehyung have.

But she still challenges you anyway, openly eyeing your man in public. If you could speak more French than basic small talk you would rip her a new one.

Fuck it. You think, making your way across the room. Who needs to know the language?

“Oh, baby.” You say in a sweet voice. They both look over at you. The woman looks visibly irritated, pursing her perfect lips in annoyance. What a shame you like to flirt with other women’s men. You think, slightly in awe at her beauty. I’d like you in any other situation. “Is this a friend?” You ask.

You see a hint of a smile before Taehyung bites it back. “No, Y/N. We just met tonight.”

You smile pointedly at the woman. She frowns at you. “Ah, I see. Well, it was nice meeting you. We haven’t had dinner yet, so.” You say, pretending to be apologetic for cutting the conversation short. All three of you know you’re not, but it’s the thought that counts. Or doesn’t. You couldn’t care less.

“Colour.” Taehyung asks the minute you’re back in the hotel room.

“Green.”

“Poor baby. Got so angry that I took my eyes off you, huh?” Taehyung teases, hooking his fingers in the band of your underwear. He pulls back, making it snap against your hips. You whimper. “What’s that? Are you trying to say something?” Taehyung taunts you.

He cranes his head to look at you. He cups your face and makes you look at him. He makes a fake-worried face. “That’s odd, you were talking perfectly fine a few hours ago. Was it something in the food that’s making you feel sick or are you just embarrassed from being a possessive little slut in front of sir?”

His words make you shiver. He grins as he feels it against his own abdomen. “It seems like you’re really sick, Y/N. I guess we'll just have to go to bed.”

He begins to unwind his arms from around your waist, but you grab them, holding them against your skin. “S-Sir.” You whisper.

“There’s my girl.” Taehyung says proudly, rewarding you with a kiss to your temple. “Let’s talk about what you did wrong tonight, shall we?”

“I-I was possessive. I got jealous because you were talking to that model.”

Taehyung’s eyes flicker at the last word. “Oh, you heard?” He snaps the band of underwear against your skin again. You wriggle, but he refuses to let you go. “What a bad girl. Eavesdropping on sir’s conversations. What if she had been a potential colleague and you ruined everything? But you didn’t think of any of that, only your. own. feelings.” He emphasizes each of the three words with another smack. “You’re just an ungrateful little slut, aren’t you? I bet you would open your legs for any man that offered you this kind of treatment, huh?” He growls in your ear.

“I-I’m sorry.” You whisper, voice cracking.

Taehyung stops. “Colour.” He says, thumbs gently stroking at your sides.

“Green.”

“Y/N.” He repeats more firmly. You sniffle. A tear rolls down your cheek. Taehyung thumbs it away immediately. “We don’t have to. I’m sorry. Do you want to take a bath together? We can cuddle after. Anything you’re comfortable with baby.”

You shake your head, looking away from him. “I’m really okay. I...I want my punishment.”

Taehyung turns you to look at him. He watches your face, looking for any unwillingness. He cups your face and makes you look at him. He smiles finally when he sees the familiar, hazy look in your eyes. You are already slipping into subspace.

“Follow me.” Taehyung says.

You walk behind him, still naked except for your panties. Taehyung is still entirely clothed in his suit and tie. He leads you to the fancy living room of the suite, and closes the curtains. You wait until he sits down to approach him. You observe his spread legs and the stern look in his eye. The air in the living room is freezing cold, but it only adds to it. This is one of the many things you love about Taehyung. How incredibly sexy he looks when he is in control.

Without being asked, you get on the sofa on your hands and knees. You drape your body over Taehyung’s lap, ass up in his lap. You fold your arms over the sofa’s armrest, turning your head to look at Taehyung.

Taehyung’s warm hand caresses your ass. He kneads at the flesh roughly without breaking eye contact with you. On the outside, he looks indifferent, dark eyes sultry. He makes it look like he couldn't care less if it was you or another sub being bent to his will. But you know it’s part of the scene, that he’s watching you this intensely for your reaction and it is only your reaction he ever wants in a setting like this.

“You can safeword out if you need to.” He reminds you. You nod, putting your head against the armrest. “Count.” He tells you, before the first smack comes down.

You flinch on instinct, but his arm pins the backs of your thighs down. “One.”

Another smack but to the other cheek. You hiss under your breath. “Two.”

Taehyung gives the next three in succession. “F-Five.”

“Colour?” Taehyung re-checks. You reply green again. He delivers two more. “Six, ah, seven.”

The next two smacks are harsher. “Eight, nine一!” As you’re counting, Taehyung gives the final one. This one is the hardest of all, making the two of you sink a little lower into the sofa. “T-Ten.”

You are crying now, falling deeper into your subspace. Taehyung’s warm hands smooth over the places they hit. His voice murmurs sweet nothings in your ear, reassuring you.

“S-Sorry.” You continue to cry. “I didn’t mean to be like that.”

“I know.” Taehyung reassures you. He helps you up into a sitting position. It burns to sit on your still painful ass, but you do so anyway because it’s Taehyung who asks you to do it. “You took my punishment very well, Y/N, just like a good girl.”

You shake your head, sniffling. “I don’t wanna be ‘a good girl’, I wanna be your good girl.” You say. Taehyung frowns slightly as he wonders what that means, then looks shocked when he realizes what you’re saying.

“You are my good girl, baby.” He says softly, wiping away your tears. “No one but you.”

“But i-it was our a-anniversary dinner and you were letting her flirt with you. You just一just let her do it. And when I called you baby at the restaurant, you only called me Y/N.” You confess, giving up your fake confident act. The truth is that despite your anger in the moment, you had felt very insecure. It wasn’t like you could blame the woman for finding your boyfriend hot, anyone would. But the fact that Taehyung never said anything back and just put up with it instead of correcting her bothered you. Was it embarrassing to admit he was dating you in front of a woman who was so obviously his equal in elegance? This thought bothered you throughout the whole dinner.

You didn’t plan on telling Taehyung about it, since he didn’t know you sometimes felt this way. One of the reasons you insisted on travelling to make up for your missed anniversary was this doubt. Maybe if you showed him around this fancy city and you made good memories with him, he might appreciate it. Maybe then it would ease your doubt of if you were worthy enough to be his.

You had never admitted this aloud to anyone, but you actually wondered If Taehyung had women in other countries that he went on dates with during tour. You know Taehyung is a good person but after all, he is a young man with sexual needs. And at that, a very attractive man who could get with just about any woman he wanted. So yes, seeing him talk to the very attractive woman had angered you, but it also made you feel like your worst fears might be true.

“Y/N, talk to me, baby.” Taehyung pleads you, his worried brown eyes searching your face for any answers.

“...Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course, my love.” Taehyung responds. “Ask me anything you want, baby.’

You sniffle. You play with his suit blazer. “Can you promise to not get mad at me?”

Taehyung looks like he might cry when you ask that. “I promise.”

“When you go away for tour...is there anyone else?” You watch your own tears fall onto Taehyung’s dress shirt. Taehyung looks shaken. “It might seem random but I’ve always wondered. I promise I’m not just acting up because of tonight.”

Taehyung continues to watch you, looking worried and at a loss for words. You put on a fake smile. “Sorry, it’s probably nothing. Let’s just go to bed.”

Taehyung holds you by the waist, stopping you from getting up. “Y/N.”

“I said it’s fine. It’s okay. Really, even if you had another woman. I can’t control what you do when you’re not with me. A year is too long for a couple to spend apart anyway, it’s only natural that your feelings would change. It’s okay. Anyway,” You breathe shakily. “Anyway I’m still yours. As long as you like, of course.”

“Of course I like it.” Taehyung insists, tears glistening in his eyes. “I love you. Tell me how long you’ve felt like this.”

You hesitate. “Y/N.” There it is again, that firm tone that you hate outside of scenes.

You look down at your hands. “Maybe two years?”

Taehyung is crying now, and he cups your face in his hands. “You’ve been thinking like this for two years? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“...I didn’t want to burden you. You’re really busy on tour.”

Taehyung purses his lips. “Can I show you there’s no one else?”

You nod. Taehyung lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He holds you by the backs of your thighs instead of your ass, careful not to hurt you. “The bed?” He asks. You consider the feeling of the rough sheets against your sore ass.

You shake your head. “C-Can we use the hot tub?”

Taehyung kisses your forehead. “Anything for you.”

Taehyung sets up the hot tub for both of you. He takes your panties off for you, sliding them down your legs. He kisses you deeply, sweetly. You whimper into the kiss, his tongue completely in control of your mouth. When you part, a strand of saliva comes loose. When you part far enough, the saliva ends up on your chin. Taehyung wipes it with his thumb. A darkness has entered his eyes again. “Get in. Let me show you how much I love you.”

You get in the hot tub, relishing the feeling of the hot water. It stings a bit, but it’s easier to sit then the bed would have been. You sit with your legs spread slightly, calves tucked under you and feet beneath your ass. Neat and pretty. Just the way sir likes it.

Taehyung strips quickly once you’re in the water. Your eyes roam over his beautiful body, at the hard muscle of his chest, his bulging biceps, his caramel thighs, and his rigid cock. “Come here.” Taehyung orders as he gets in the water. You do so, climbing up into his lap. He kisses you hungrily, like this is the first time all night. You are surprised at the intensity of this kiss. You cannot recall a time Taehyung has ever kissed you so passionately in your years together, even in your roughest scenes.

“So pretty.” Taehyung growls when you two part again. He wraps one arm around your waist to press your chest against his, then attacks your neck. You gasp as he makes love bites, all the way down your neck. He has never made this many before in total, yet he makes them everywhere tonight. He litters your collarbone and the top of your chest with them, making them bloom red at first but you know they will be a deep purple shade tomorrow. “How can you not know what you mean to me, when you’re this fucking beautiful? You drove me crazy in your dress tonight, no, you drive me crazy every fucking time I see you. Maybe even since the first time I met you.”

“S-Sir.” You moan at the praise, face heating up. Taehyung pushes you back against the wall of the hot tub. You tilt your head back against the tiles as he touches you everywhere. He uses his hands to tease at your nipples, making them harden. Even as he does it, he is grinding down on you. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

“You fucking know I am.” Taehyung snaps, losing the careful composure he wears during scenes. “You’re my one and my only. Look at yourself, so fucking lewd, all worked up by my touch. You have me wrapped around your finger and you still think I’d have another woman.” He continues, cursing in between his sentences at your sweet sounds.

“S-Sorry.”

“Don’t ever be sorry.” Taehyung cuts you off. You let out moans as he starts rubbing at your clit, hard and fast. You grind against his hand. In his dom persona, Taehyung would never tolerate you doing this, but both of you are too far gone tonight to follow the rules to a T. “I will clear this misunderstanding tonight. On your knees, princess.”

You lean on top of the towel Taehyung placed for you on the tiles. Taehyung places his own knees outside of yours, and you feel his hard cock against your ass. Taehyung eases two fingers into you, wet from your arousal that it’s an easy fit. “Nnn, sir.” You plead, grinding down on him.

“You won’t get more until you say what I want to hear.” Taehyung says next to your ear. He presses his chest into your back, pinning you to the edge of the hot tub. “Who do you belong to?”

“Sir! I belong to sir!” You cry out, and Taehyung picks up the pace.

“So fucking pretty.” Taehyung praises, kissing the marks he left on your neck. “Only you get treated like this, understand? No woman could ever be loved like this by me. Every time you forget I will bend you over my lap and make you come on my cock over and over until you get it in your head.”

You let out a particularly loud moan at that, making Taehyung smirk. “Does my princess like that, hmm? You want to get bent over and take my cock all the time? Want me to fill you up with my come, plug you with a pretty little toy, and make you go about your day?” Taehyung inserts another finger and the stretch has you whining. “Answer me.” He demands.

“I do. Ah, fuck, Taehyung. Please. I do.” You plead, tilting your head to the side. Taehyung meets you immediately in a passionate kiss. It’s all tongue and teeth, completely different from Taehyung’s usual style. Is this really what he can do when he lets go? You wonder, getting drunk on his kisses alone. You thought Taehyung had been rough before, but it’s nothing compared to tonight.

“Turn around.” Taehyung says, withdrawing his fingers.

He takes in your needy expression, leaning in to kiss you again like he can’t get enough of you. “Can I come in you, baby? Have you been taking your pill regularly?”

“Yes. Yes.” You chant. Taehyung laughs breathlessly, grabbing a fistful of your hip in one hand and lining himself up to your entrance.

When he enters, both of you moan. “So good. Whose are you, princess?”

“Yours, only yours.” You answer breathlessly. Taehyung grips your thighs and lifts you slightly, allowing him to enter you more deeply.

Taehyung abruptly picks up the pace of his thrusts. You grip at his shoulders for support, unable to stop the noises that fall from your lips constantly. Not only is Taehyung going fast, he is also going incredibly deep, rubbing right over your G-spot.

“C-Can I come, sir?” You beg.

Taehyung nods, and you move one hand between your legs to rub at your clit. As you tip your head back, Taehyung holds himself deep inside you. Both of you come at the same time, you clench hard around him and Taehyung pumps his seed inside you. He kisses at the marks on your neck as he comes, and you dig your nails into his back.

You move your hand to his hair once you finish, stroking it gently. Taehyung pulls back from the wall, his hand smoothing down your back to ease any discomfort you felt being pressed against it. You don’t even notice until the postcoital bliss dies down that your ass was now more sore than before. But Taehyung does.

“Let’s take a shower.” He tells you, helping you up. You both get out of the hot tub. Taehyung runs a small handcloth under the tap. He comes over and wipes your vagina down first, then cleaning himself.

The two of you get in the shower together. You let Taehyung wash your body down, scrubbing gently and avoiding touching your ass. You grab his shampoo off the ledge and put a good amount in your palms. “What are you doing?” Taehyung asks, surprised that you turned around while he was washing your back.

“Taking care of you.” You mumble, washing Taehyung hair for him. You grab the detachable showerhead from the side. You shield his eyes with a hand as you rinse the soap out.

Taehyung smiles fondly at how concentrated you look. “Baby, a dom is supposed to look after their sub following a scene. Not the other way.”

You shrug. You probably heard that somewhere. Your brain is too foggy right now to think. “But I want to.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes.” You answer, smiling at how nice Taehyung’s hair looks now that it’s clean. “Because I belong to you.”

Taehyung lightly pecks your forehead. “And I’m yours.”

Later, when the haze of your subspace wears off, you two are laying in bed together. You’re wearing one of Taehyung’s shirts and a pair of panties. Taehyung is shirtless and in a pair of boxers. Taehyung has just finished putting lotion on your sore bottom to ease the ache for tomorrow.

You lay on top of Taehyung’s chest, and Taehyung tucks the blankets tucked in around you. You snuggle up against his chest, content in his strong arms.

“Y/N, I know I already proved my point, but you really are my only one.” Taehyung tells you. You don’t reply so he cranes his head to look at you. Taehyung smiles fondly to notice you’re already asleep. He kisses the top of your head. “No problem. I guess I have the rest of my life to prove it to you.” He mutters to himself.

You smile to yourself with your eyes closed.

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After the Tour

Luke Patterson x Reader

Request by Anon: Luke Patterson prompt? Luke just gets back home from tour and all he wants to do is to spend time alone with his girlfriend. But friends and college exams and interviews and parties... make it a little more complicated then not.

A/N: I hope you like this! I tried my best so I’d love some feedback! I’m also working on a masterlist, which I’ll probably post tomorrow since it’s hella late rn for me.

WC: 2.5K

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Luke slowly closed and locked the door to the apartment as he got back from his tour in the dead of night. He was exhausted, the tour took a lot out of him and as much as he loved his friends, he wished you could’ve gone with him. You had to stay behind while he was gone for weeks touring the country since you had prior obligations in the means of school life. While Luke might be able to rely on his career as a Rockstar, you however weren’t as lucky and a college degree would hopefully find its way in your future. You both moved in together during your freshman year of college and Luke’s band started to take off. The apartment wasn’t much, but it was home.

Luke dropped his bag in front of the door and sighed happily. “Baby?” He heard faintly as a smile crept on his face and he looked up, seeing you stand in the hallway in front of him, barely illuminated by the light behind you. “You’re back!” your laugh echoed in his ears as you ran to him, hitting his chest with yours when you jumped into a hug.

His arms went around your waist immediately, pulling you as close into him as he possibly could. “I missed you.” he mumbled against your shoulder as he kissed your cheek, feeling your skin heat under his touch.

“I missed you too Luke.” You moved just enough to kiss him, basking in the kiss you’ve craved for too long. “You are no longer allowed to leave me that long, I’ve decided.” Luke’s chuckle bubbled from his chest as he pulled back just enough to look at you. Your eyes met his and your smiles matched. You gave Luke a moment knowing every time he came back from a tour he needed this moment, almost like he was memorizing your face again.

His smile slowly faded when he saw the exhaust in your face. “Were you asleep?” he asked, throwing a glance briefly to the clock telling him it was almost 4 am. You shook your head, however, your eyes fell momentarily.

“How could I sleep knowing you were going to walk through the door any moment?” you gave him another chaste kiss and pulled out of his hug to grab his hand and dragged him back to your room. Luke followed willingly, slightly guilty knowing you needed your sleep and still stayed up for him.

No words were exchanged as you crawled in bed, ignoring the mountain of homework that stared you back on your desk that you should’ve completed earlier, but you were too excited about Luke finally coming home. Luke paused only a moment to ditch his dirty clothes and climb in next to you. Your back hit his chest as he pulled you close and let your legs tangle together.

“I’m glad you’re back.” You whispered lightly into the air as your eyes fluttered close. Luke grabbed your hand in his position, using it to hold you tighter.

“I am too.” His voice was already laced with sleep before you both drifted off.

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Luke’s hand felt around the mattress the next morning, his eyes still closed as he was looking for you, wanting to pull you close and hold you again. However, he was only met with a cold mattress. He peaked an eye open, confirming his belief that he was alone.

“Y/N?” he called out, listening for a sound from the kitchen or living room. Maybe you were cooking breakfast or watching TV. “Y/N?” he called again after being met with silence. He slowly pushed himself out of bed, grabbing a shirt and yawning. Luke was about to leave the room before catching sight of a note taped on the door.

Hey baby,

Had to wake up for an early class today, had an exam I couldn’t miss. I’ll be back a little after lunch and then I’m all yours. I’m happy you’re back. I love you.

Luke sighed heavily, letting his head hit the door with a thud. All he wanted was to spend the day with you cuddled on the couch and just being with you again. But he couldn’t blame you, he knew how important college was for you and he was so proud of all the work you did. You always brushed it off, saying Luke was doing better things, but he made sure to let you know how much he was proud of you.

Knowing he had a few hours to kill, Luke grabbed his guitar and relaxed, practicing some of the songs he’d written recently. He wasn’t aware of the time until someone started knocking on the door, interrupting Luke’s playing.

“Hey man. Great news!” Reggie smiled when Luke opened the door and invited himself inside. “Alex just called me about an interview to talk about how the tour went. It’s going to be great!” Reggie explained and Luke grinned quickly.

“Really? Dude, that’s awesome! When is it?”

“In a couple of hours, but we gotta get going now, I’m on pick up duty. Let’s go.” Reggie grabbed Luke’s guitar as tossed it to him, not missing the falling expression on Luke’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“Today? Now?” Luke clarified, getting a nod from Reggie. “It’s just- we just got back yesterday. I was hoping to spend time with Y/N, I haven’t seen her in weeks.” Reggie glanced around your small apartment, looking for you as Luke’s head fell. “She’s not- She’s at her class right now. But she should be home any minute and then she’s all mine.” He quoted your note, reaching his hand into his pocket to hold it. If he went to the interview, it would be even longer until he could hold you in his arms and never let go.

“Come on man! This is for the band! You and Y/N have the rest of your lives to spend together.” Reggie clapped Luke over the shoulder.

Luke hated it but he nodded. “Give me a minute, I’ll meet you outside.” As soon as Reggie left, Luke fell slapped the counter, racing to the bedroom to grab some paper and scribbled a note to you, putting it right where you’ll see before he grabbed his guitar and his things before meeting Reggie outside.

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Your exam couldn’t have taken longer, which was awful considering you were certain you failed. You could’ve used a few more hours of sleep, but you had to admit having Luke back did let you sleep better than you had in a month. You didn’t even want to get out of bed this morning. Luke looked so relaxed and you couldn’t believe he was finally back.

The door to the apartment opened up and you shouted for Luke as you slipped your bag off your shoulder. He didn’t answer and you cursed in your head. He was probably still sleeping. However, a quick look at the bed told you he was long awake. The note you left him was gone, meaning he knew you were at class, but there was no sight of Luke anywhere.

A part of you began to think you just imagined your boyfriend coming home last night but you knew he was there this morning. “Luke!” you tried once more before your sights landed on a folded slip of paper with your name on it.

Reggie came by to pick me up for an interview, I’m so sorry. I was really looking forwards to spending the day with you. Tomorrow, I promise. I love you.

You read the note over and over again before you fell onto the couch with a groan and a cry. He’s gone? Really? He just got back, how can he leave already?

You were mad at Luke, sure, but you couldn’t blame him. Interviews were amazing for the band and the band was important to Luke. You decided to use the spare time to your advantage and get some sleep, You put on one of Luke’s old band shirts and grabbed your blanket before taking residence on the couch for a nap, but it took much longer than you wanted because Luke wasn’t there to cuddle you to sleep.

“You falling asleep without me?” your eyes fluttered open many hours later at the sound of Luke’s voice, seeing him kneeling by the couch next to you. You smiled and shifted so your face was facing his and his hand went to the top of your hair to run his fingers through.

“I didn’t know when you were coming back.” You whispered and glanced down to his lips.

Luke’s smile slowly faded and he gulped. “I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t be.” You interrupted him and grabbed his hand. “It’s fine, you’re here now.” Luke nodded and stood up to pull you with him. “Nooooo.” You moaned out and curled into the couch more. “Don’t wanna move.”

“I thought we were going to cuddle?” Luke stuck his bottom lip out at you and you giggled and reached for his hand, pulling him onto the couch. He realized what was happening and rolled his eyes at you and settled on the couch, his hands wrapped around your waist as he got settled.

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Waking up the next morning didn’t go at all how you and Luke planned. Luke had accidentally rolled off the couch, taking you with him. You landed on top, feeling his arms wrap around you to protect you. “Ow.” He mumbled against your hair as you chuckled painfully and pushed yourself up, grabbing your boyfriend’s hand to pull him up as well.

“Are you okay?” you asked him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He nodded and kissed your forehead.

“I’ll survive.” He mocked pain and you laughed against his lips as you kissed him.

“So…” you smirked. “I believe I was promised all day?”

Luke nodded, taking a step back and grabbing your hands to lead you over to the kitchen. “All day, baby. Just you and-“

His sentence was cut off by rapid knocking at the door and you both groaned, knowing that it was Alex at the door. “I swear to god, it’s 8 in the morning, what the hell does he want?” you mumbled as you buried your head in your hands.

Luke shook his head, not saying anything as he left you to open the door. Alex bounced on his heels as the door swung open and, like Reggie yesterday, he walked in without an invitation. “Are you guys busy? No? Great! Luke, Get dressed.” You and Luke just stared at Alex and waited for him to elaborate. Alex looked between you both and saw no movement. “Let me start over. Our manager got us an invite to a party in Hollywood and there are going to tons of bands and people there. He said It’ll be great for exposure and we’re going. We have to.”

“Right now?” your stomach dropped, seeing Luke stare at the ground and you knew he was trying to figure out what to do. You sighed and turned to the fridge and pretended to look at the food so Luke couldn’t see how upset the thought of him leaving again made you. “Go to the party.”

“Y/N-“

“It’s fine, Luke. I’ll find something to do while you’re gone.” You pulled out a few bottles of juice as a cover and forced a smile. Alex was tugging on his fanny pack as he watched you and Luke exchange silent glances. You shrugged and Luke bounced to the other side of the counter and leaned over to peck your lips.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, I promise.” He rushed back to your room as you let your face fall.

“I’m sorry.” Alex blurted out and you took a deep breath and gave him a soft look.

“It’s not your fault, Alex. I know you guys have jobs. It’s just- you’ve all been gone for so long and then yesterday I had an exam all morning and I got back and Luke was at the interview and then we fell asleep. Now he’s got the party and who knows what time he’s going to get back and then what’s next? Another interview? A Party? A stupid exam that I can’t manage to pass?” Your voice broke and you braced yourself on the counter as Alex gave you a sad look. “I just missed him. I wish I could finally have time with him when we’re not sleeping.” You laughed to make yourself feel better before moving over to Alex. “But I’m glad you’re back.” You pulled him into a hug and Alex hugged back, feeling completely awful.

“Alex?” you both turned at the sound of Luke’s voice and Luke was standing in the hallways with his guitar case. He put it down when your eyes met.

“Yeah?”

“I think you’re going to have to go to that party without me.” He walked towards you, grabbing your hand and pulling your back against his chest as his arms wrapped around you. “I’ve got a day planned with my girl.”

Alex put his hands up and grabbed a bottle of juice before turning to the door. He threw a wink over his shoulder. “Have fun you two.” And he was gone.

You heard Luke laugh in your ear with you before he kissed your shoulder. “So I take it you heard that?” He hummed yes. You turned in his arms to let yours fall over his shoulders. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You were right. All I want is to spend my time with you, that’s all I’ve wanted since the minute we went on tour.” You knew Luke’s words were the truth as he mumbled against your lips. “So what are we doing today?” He asked and you pulled back, pretending to think.

“Hmmm, good question, good question. What should we do with our day of zero distractions?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him, running your fingers through the hairs on the back of his head.

Luke smirked at you, leaning his forehead against yours so your noses bumped together. Your eyes and you smiled. “Movie marathon and cuddling on the couch?”

“You know me so well.” You whispered and pulled away as Luke kissed your forehead.

“You get the snacks and I’ll get the blankets.” He said and dashed to the other room to grab the blankets and you grabbed as many snacks and drinks as you could hold before dropping them on the couch. Luke’s arms went around your waist to pull you down on his lap. He peppered kisses all over your giggling face before covering you both with the blankets and he held you close, ready to spend all day with you in his arms.

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