#i was literally on the verge of sleep all night but it seemed like i never fully slept until a couple hours before morning

[ddaengju]

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[sleepyjuice]

dying in the heat rn, so how do you think jj would react if you moved to sleep somewhere else in the middle of the night because you were too hot with his body heat?

Oh JJ would not stand for that! After hours of tossing and turning throughout the night, you finally gave up on trying to sleep with JJ’s body heat pressed against you.

You didn’t know how he was sleeping so soundly considering he was quite literally a human furnace, but his soft snores got quieter and quieter as you pulled yourself out of the bed and padded out to the pullout couch in the living room of the chateau.

You got yourself comfortable, sighing as you felt yourself begin to cool off, eyes becoming heavy as sleep finally took over.

It didn’t last long, however, because just as you were about to enter a deep sleep, you felt yourself being lifted into the air, immediately making you gasp loudly, your eyes shooting open only to realize JJ was fucking carrying you back to bed.

“JJ! What the fuck?” You smacked his arm lightly, your heart rate slowing down once you realized it was just him. In your sleepy daze, you thought you were being kidnapped or something.

“Shh, ‘s alright, just me,” he laid you down in the bed before plopping down beside you. “What were you doin’ out there?” He asked you, his voice thick with sleep. He had clearly left the bedroom to find you only seconds after he had woken up.

You sighed, feeling annoyed with how you were heating up once again but also a bit guilty.

“It’s so fucking hot in here and — as much as I love sleeping with you, you are a human furnace. I can’t sleep when it’s so hot.” You explained, gentle with your tone. It wasn’t his fault he was so warm. When it was colder out, that was something you really loved about him, just not during this heatwave from hell.

He hummed at your words, not saying anything for a moment as if he were taking a second to process what you had said. Like he was mentally trying to come up with a solution.

“Be right back.” Was all he said in response, swinging his legs off the side of the bed and exiting the bedroom. Lord knew what he was doing, but he didn’t seem offended, so that was good.

You fanned yourself with your hand as you lay there waiting for his return, turning your head towards the door once you heard him approaching.

“Alright, we can go get an extra box fan or somethin’ tomorrow, but maybe this’ll help for tonight.” He shut the bedroom door behind him before stepping over to your side of the bed, an ice pack and a washcloth in his hands.

“What is this—“

“Sit up for me, baby.”

You did as he said, sitting up just a little as he wrapped the cool washcloth around the ice pack and placed it on your pillow, right where the back of your neck would go. He gently lowered you back down and you could have moaned at the cool feeling that tickled your neck and slowly started to cool you off completely.

“Oh that… that feels nice.” You giggled softly, earning a satisfied grin from your boyfriend as he crawled back into bed beside you, lovingly kissing your slightly sweaty forehead.

“Mm, salty.” He licked his lips once he pulled away, which got him a middle finger in response, but you quickly dropped it, reaching out to him to pull him closer to you.

“Thank you for this, ‘m sorry I just left. I didn’t think I would wake you up.” You told him, his head resting against the side of your boobs, one of his favorite places to be.

“Can’t sleep without you, baby. Hopefully this helps.” He said simply, brushing off your apology. To him, it wasn’t necessary.

Your eyes grew heavy, the soft murmur of JJ’s voice mixed with the cool sensation below your neck was relaxing you finally. Plus, JJ was nuzzled against you, still warm but the coolness from the ice pack mellowed it out quite a bit.

Maybe you would wake up sweaty and overheated again, but you would manage. This was your favorite place to be, whether or not you were on the verge of a heat stroke.

[enhaheeseung]

SLEEP 🕒 - L. Heeseung

🕒Pairing: Heeseung X fem reader!

🕒Warnings: smut, mutual masturbation, cursing.

🕒Synopsis: it’s late, and you can’t sleep, but luckily, your best friend knows just the trick to help you out.

🕒Wc: 1,5k (Drabble)

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Sighing to yourself, you set your phone down on the lamp stand after you noticed it was literally three in the morning.

You and your best friend had been watching movies talking and hanging out since ten and you hadn’t even noticed the time till now.

“You sleepy?” He turned to you just in time to catch you rubbing your strained eyes.

“Yes, it’s like three am, hee,” you groggily reply, turning on your left side facing away from him.

“Oh shit, you’re right. I’m sorry,” he chuckled. You could tell he was just as tired by how deep his voice had gotten.

“It's alright.” He set his phone aside as well and leaned up against the headboard.

“I guess I better get going.” On cue, he lets out a yawn.

“Are you crazy? It’s so late out you might as well just spend the night” you mumble out.

He rubbed his chin in thought; he was really tired, and driving probably wasn’t the best idea right now. “I didn’t bring anything for a sleepover.”

“Just wear whatever,” you respond, on the verge of passing out.

You feel a dip in the bed and hear him shuffling around. He takes off his pants and his flannel before he slips under the covers with you.

For most, it’d probably seem weird, a guy and a girl sleeping in the same bed, but the number of times you both knocked out together while studying during your high school and college days made this one of the most normal things between you two. “Goodnight, y/n. I might be gone before you wake up.”

“Just make sure to lock the door in the morning night, hee,” you whispered, turning off your lamp while he did the same after you.

You readjusted to get comfortable and pressed your cheek against your pillow, waiting for sleep to come over you.

Ten minutes passed, and sleep never came. You were tired, but for some reason, you just couldn’t fall asleep.

“Ugh,” you groaned and quickly cupped your mouth so you wouldn’t wake heeseung up with the racket.

Little did you know he was still wide awake.

“Y/n?” He asks, followed by a beat of silence. “You’re still up too?” He says with a hint of amusement in his tone. At least he wasn’t the only one having trouble sleeping.

“Yes,” you laid flat on your back, copying his resting position. “I don’t know what’s wrong. I’m tired, but I just can’t seem to sleep,” you respond in the pitch-black bedroom.

“Same,” he sighs, folding his arms over his chest.

You both lay there in silence for a few minutes until he says something that completely catches you off guard.

“I read that having an orgasm can help you fall asleep,” he says casually.

You giggle and push his shoulder, or at least you think it was his shoulder. It was so dark you really couldn’t see. “And where did you read that?”

“The internet, of course, says it has something to do with the release of oxytocin or some shit” he lets out an airy laugh putting his hands behind his head.

“Interesting,” you hum.

“It is, works like a charm for me,” he says through a yawn.

“TMI”

“Oh please, we’ve talked about so much shit that this is PG,” he scoffs.

“Yeah, but not you touching yourself.” You cringe as the words leave your mouth.

“I didn’t say anything like that. All I said was it works,” he shrugs even though you can’t see him.

“Whatever,” you say, too tired to argue with him.

It’s silent again, and the idea he mentioned sounds a lot more appealing than laying here all night without getting any sleep.

But you can’t necessarily try out this little theory of his with him in your room, so that idea was out the window.

“You still up?” He checks on you a minute later, and you hum in response. “I mean, I could give you one if you want,” he holds in his laugh, knowing that you’re about to chastise him.

“Lee heeseung, stop it this instant,” you tell him sternly.

“Okay, okay, just thought I’d ask. I’m your bestie, and besties look out for each other, right?” He continues to push your little buttons.

“Yeah, by giving a shoulder to cry on, not giving each other orgasms,” you huff out a breath.

A thought popped into your head: you weren’t getting any sleep anytime soon, and since he wanted to mess with you, two could play that game. “I mean, you could,” the words leave your mouth in a nonchalant manner.

He gasped, not expecting you to match his humor. Most times, you didn’t when it came to something sexual. “Knock it off. It’s weird when you joke about it,” he laughs.

“Who said I’m joking?” You taunt.

“Cause the y/n I know would never,” he says confidently, thinking he knows you like the back of his hand, and normally he does, but just not when you’re sleep-deprived.

“What about the y/n who’s in desperate need of sleep and will do anything just to catch a few hours before work in the morning?”

His ears are perked up now, the soft, sultry tone of your voice alerting him instantly. “You’re really not joking, are you?”

“Do I sound like I’m joking?” You shift closer to him, and he feels your body heat right away, making his heart beat faster in his chest.

“I-I y/n, if you’re joking, just tell me.” his voice shakes a little, the slightest hint of a whimper traveling close behind his words.

Calling it quits with talking, you find his hand in the dark and grip his wrist, guiding him right between your legs. “Hee, I’d never joke about this,” you gasped as his warm hand cups over your mound.

“Fuck” he whispers and props himself on his side, slowly gliding his hand between your legs. “You really are serious, huh?” His voice sounds even huskier than it did before as he confidently presses your clit over your sleep shorts.

“Yes, hee,” you whine, desperation dripping from your voice as you clench your thighs around his hand, keeping it firmly nestled against you.

“Shit, okay, turn over for me” You get back in your original position, your back now pressed against his chest, his crotch a few inches away from your backside. “Now close your eyes.” his hot breath tickles your ear.

You do as he says, too tired to even think twice about what you’re getting ready to engage in with your best friend.

His two middle fingers rub circles on your clit, working you up quicker than you could have ever imagined. You’re already leaking a bit of precum.

“Mmm,” you moan softly. His fingers felt so good, especially when he slipped them further down, teasing your entrance while his palm rubbed your clit.

Your hand caressed the one that was between your legs, tracing the veins along the back of his hand. “Does that feel good?” He swallowed thickly, his lower body pressing against you unintentionally.

“Yes, hee, so good” he humps your backside, his swollen cock being stimulated by the softness of your plush bottom.

“Yeah, so good,” he whispers in your ear. You feel so good you don’t even notice the way he ruts against you, the movement of his hips forcing your waist to roll against his palm more, bringing you even more satisfaction.

“I’m so close, hee, I’m gonna cum” you cry out, body shuddering as the warmth and pleasure builds in your lower region.

“Shhh, I know, I know,” he breathes out heavily, placing a soft kiss on your cheek and a few more rolls of his hips. You’re both coming undone together, panting exhaustedly.

He rubs you through it, whispering encouraging words in your ear like. “Yeah, feels so good, doesn’t it?” “Let it all out,” “Keep cumming” “That’s it.”

The pleasure goes on for so long that another orgasm follows after giving you the most intense pleasure you’ve ever experienced. “Hee,” you whimper his name, your body trembling against his as you shudder in the aftermath of cumming back to back.

He nuzzles against you, cuddling you and helping you ground yourself until you catch your breath.

He’s still struggling to calm himself with how hard he just came. He hasn’t cum that fast and that much in a while. “Was that good?” He asked timidly into your hair, releasing a deep breath.

“Mmm,” you moan in response, your eyelids finally feeling so heavy that you can barely open them.

But you couldn’t forget about heeseung, so you flipped over on your side, your forehead touching his. “What about you?” You slowly reach into his boxers, gripping the base of his length, feeling a good amount of wetness covering his shaft.

“Ahh, s-sensitive,” he moans shakily.

You retract your hand right away. “Did you-“ he cuts you off, nodding against your forehead, and you slowly pull your hand out of his underwear.

“I’m good,” he assures you. “Let’s sleep now yeah? We’ll clean up in the morning” his words sound slurred and you can barely even understand what he’s saying cause you’re so tired.

Apparently, whatever he read about orgasms was true cause you’ve never fallen asleep faster.

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[tinytennisskirt]

a good old fluffy/intimate friends to lovers

stanford art ringing your doorbell at like 3am in the morning, drunk, with a bloody nose and a beat-up, puffy face after a huge bar fight where he was defending you after some asshole made rude comments about u. ☹️☹️☹️ taking care of him afterwards. him literally being on the verge of passing out from both the alcohol and his throbbing face. fluff and intimacy ENSUES. i’m talking like drunken love confession and everything. art would always get vulnerable, lost and sweet when he got drunk which is exactly why he avoided getting drunk often, but you found it sweet. this time things got a little different😊

Wounds and Words

summary: as above ^^^ (with my little twists of course)

warnings: mentions of a fight, blood, wounds, bruising. drunk art absolutely smitten. soft, fluffy, sweet.

The night after finals, you could finally rest. There was no more studying to do, no more late nights. Just summer. With the intention of playing grandma, you decided that tonight you’d stay in, shower, watch a movie, and sleep early. The day was long, but the shower was nice and the movie was good. Your hair airdried perfectly, watching a movie ignoring the sounds of post-final partying on the floor above you. You didn’t mind it, you were just glad to be drinking iced tea and enjoying the lack of stress.  You were just about to turn the TV on when there was a knock at your door. It was so quiet you almost missed it. 

You, in your loose pajama pants and tank top, turned the TV off and got up, arms crossed over your chest to excuse the lack of a bra. It was completely casual the way you opened the door expecting maybe a fluke or something strange, but it was just Art. 

Art Donaldson, the first person you met at Stanford, who had in the absence of your best friend and the absence of his, became one of your best friends. He was sweet, thoughtful, the best listener, and the kind of boy who wasn’t afraid not to seem much of one. He had been susceptible to eyeliner twice just because you asked. He watched your shows with you, tried repeatedly to teach you how to swing a racket, and was always up for coffee in the evening. He was also always there for you, so maybe along the route, you might have fallen for him just a bit. Who wouldn’t?

For the first time in all of the time you’d known Art, tonight was the only night you excused yourself from plans with him. He wanted to hit the campus bar to celebrate, but understood completely when you told him you planned to do nothing, which is why, when you opened the door, the first words out his mouth were, “I’m sorry.” 

He was standing just outside your room, holding the side of his face which had endured some sort of trauma. His cheekbone was bleeding and already bruising and there was a cut above his eyebrow. His nose was also bruising and bleeding and his lip looked just a little swollen. “Oh my god,” you said, moving forward. He was in a red T-shirt, but you could see the droplets that had fallen down his chin, onto his collar and the front of his shirt. “What happened? Are you okay?” 

“I’ve been drinking,” he told you, questions aside. You could tell that he had been, it was common sense, celebrating was celebrating. You pulled him into your room, guiding him carefully so that he didn’t topple anywhere. He went with it, and moved exactly the way you directed him, just a little wobbly. 

“No, I know,” you replied, concern might as well have been written on your forehead the way you looked at him. “Are you okay? What happened? Come-” You pulled him gently to the bathroom. He was more drunk than usual- when you went out, he was usually the designated driver and when it was just the two of you in either one of your dorms, he was always just a little more sober than you. But right now he was out of it, majorly, beyond what you’d seen from him. It probably also didn’t help that he was bleeding from the face quite a bit. 

He was putty in your hands as you sat him on the closed seat of your toilet. “I’m sorry, I know you didn’t want to do anything tonight. I didn’t know I was walking here until I was here.” He said, slurring just a little. 

“Art, it’s okay,” you managed a smile as you leaned over and grabbed your basket of facecloths. The whole thing toppled over but one fell into the sink and you turned on the tap. “You’re not answering, though. Are you okay?” 

He nodded, a small movement. “Better now.” He smiled back. 

You left him just momentarily to grab a cup from the other room and bring it back, filling it with water before shutting the sink off. You looked at Art again, who had his head down, looking at his hands, which you now noticed were beaten up as well. This was the product of a fight, you presumed by the way his knuckles were messed up. Art wasn’t the fighting type, he was one of the softest people you knew. The only thing about him that revolved around impact was hitting a tennis ball. Aside from that, he was always very soft-handed. Noted from every time he moved your hair from your face for you or when he held your hair when you threw up. When he hugged you, he was never too tight with it. He braided your hair once- he watched a video on how. So how he got into a fight was beyond you. 

“Art?” You sighed, sitting on the edge of the bathtub next to him. 

He lifted his head, to him, you were spinning. “Mhm?” He was so out of it. “Hi.” 

The grin that spread up his face was sweet almost, along with his little greeting. It almost made you want to grin back. “Hi.” You smiled. “Drink this for me?” 

“Water?” 

“Water,” you nodded, handing him the cup. He took it, drank it, all of it. “I’m going to clean you up, is that okay? It might hurt.” 

He nodded back, “Mhm.” He scrunched his nose just a little as you stood to get the wet cloth. You opened your little first aid kid and rested it on your knees. He was putty again, almost limp, eyes closed. You clicked your tongue. “I’m sorry, I’m tired.” He replied. “One too many.” 

“Seems like it,” you answered. “This is going to hurt a little-” You pressed the cloth gently against the cut above his brow. He winced, scrunching his nose again. It was cute- you wished it didn’t come from pain. “I’m wondering if you’re going to tell me what happened?” 

“You’re so nice,” he cut in, opening his eyes again. They were soft, settled on you with some sort of meaning. “And you smell good.” 

You giggled just a little, moving the cloth to clean his cheekbone, keeping the pressure light. “You’re sweet. Thank you. Hold still, please.” 

He grinned again, shutting his eyes and letting you clean him up. He was still so pretty even with all the bruising and slight swelling to his face. You carefully wiped away all the excess blood and his nose stopped bleeding. You poured him another cup of water, which he drank gratefully, but it didn’t sober him up much. You tilted your head to the side and dabbed up more of the blood from the wound on his cheekbone. It hurt to see him so pained, but he took it like a champ. “You always take care of me, I feel bad.” He sighed a little as you wiped down over his chin gently. 

“You don’t need to feel bad and it’s not like it’s unequal. You take care of me too.” 

He hummed just a little, “No. Not like this. Feels unfair.”

“We’re friends, Art, it’s fair. I don’t mind at all, I just want you to be okay.” You told him patiently. His eyes gazed over your face, gently letting the cloth move over his lower lip. His eyes were set on your eyes, your eyelashes, your lips, back to your eyes. “But what would you do without me, hm?” You smiled. 

He smiled back, his head falling just a little. If he wasn’t bruising you would have seen the pink flush that took over his cheeks and nose. “I don’t know.” 

“I don’t want you to know,” you told him. His grin was boyish and endearing, sincere and oddly happy for someone who had been beaten up in such a way. “Hold still, I have to go over your forehead again. I’m going to hold pressure.” 

He held still and you leaned forward just a bit to press the cloth to his forehead. The bleeding hadn’t stopped, so you put your junior lifeguarding skills to work with the pressure to stop it. His face was just a little closer to yours. You could see his eyes up close and he was almost shameless with the way he was looking at you. Drunk, at the borderline of sleep, and major intoxication. Half-lidded, watching the way you bit your lip as you focused on him. “You’re so pretty,” he mumbled. You looked down to meet his eyes. He kept them trained on yours with laser focus and you felt your heart pick up. 

“Art, you’re drunk,” you reasoned, trying to keep in your nervous laugh. 

“I’m right.” He said, keeping eye contact. “You’re pretty. You’re really pretty, like model pretty.” 

You felt your cheeks turn pink, “Thank you. That’s really, really sweet. Nobody has ever said that to me.” You began to dig into the first aid kid for the small yellow tube of polysporin and the small vial of hydrogen peroxide to disinfect. 

“Why?” He questioned, an almost puzzled look finding its way to his face. His eyes were so soft, so innocent in asking. His eyelashes fluttered. It was a shame how bruised up he was getting. 

“I don’t know, I just… Nobody has said it before.” 

“They should.” He said, voice just a little lower. He hung his head, looking away. “Fuck, I’m so drunk. My face hurts.” 

“I know,” you smiled just a little. “Hold still again for me?” He winced as you placed a little cotton pad with hydrogen peroxide over his cuts, gently dabbing. He scrunched up his nose in pain, you inhaled sharply, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry-” 

“Mmm- It’s okay,” his pained voice replied. His eyes opened once the pain passed, and met yours again. Every time he looked at you, you swore he was seeing something else the way his eyes looked so full of wonder. Like he had stars in his eyes. He was pretty too, but you’d rather tell him that when he was sober. Your heart was still beating hard and on top of that, you were still just a little hung up on how this all happened. “Y/N.”

“Mhm?” You returned, dabbing again. He winced, and you cringed. He went back to looking at you the way he was. Slightly puffy lower lip hanging just the smallest bit open. You watched him swallow, looking down before he answered. 

“I should wait to tell you what happened until I’m sober, I’m afraid I’m going to slip up or… something.” He told you, the way he spoke was gentle in a way where it seemed he was trying not to hurt your feelings. “I want to tell you, I don’t want to lie, but I don’t want to tell you while drunk.” He was candid. 

“That’s okay.” You nodded. “A secret.”

“You’re going to make me tell you.” His smile crept back up. “It’s so stupid. It’s so fucking stupid.” You grinned back, giggling just a little at his tone and smile- something light in a room with lots of tissues and cloths and cotton pads covered in blood. He looked at you with that wide grin of his and your heart skipped another beat. The smile fell to a straight line, “Don’t look at me like that.” His eyes fell off yours and moved onto the floor, pulling his shirt collar up to hide in, almost. He was so drunk, you giggled again.

“Like what?” You inquired, taking a break from drying his now-cleaned wounds, and moving his shirt collar down again. His eyes set on yours again. Like they were magnetic to yours like they couldn’t stray for long, evident by small glances at your lips. You caught it, “Art, you’re drunk. I should get you bandaged and to bed, get you more water, I-” You scrambled, but he stayed so still. So focused on you. 

You turned your focus to unwrapping the first bandaid. “I think you know what. But it’s… fine.” He said. “I’m saying too much, I think, I’m sorry-” He rubbed over his good eye, his hand then trailing down his opposite cheek. “I just think- I-” Once more, his eyes met yours, then looked away again. “Fuck.” 

“You don’t have to tell me,” you smiled. “It’s okay.” 

“No, it’s not.” 

“I’ll stay curious for a bit, it’s okay, I promise.” You gently smoothed a bandaid over the cut on his forehead. His eyes were trained on yours, unable to move, it seemed. Followed yours through every movement it took to place the bandage on. “I’m not upset or anything, I can’t be, you know that. I’m just glad you came here instead of bleeding out in your dorm.” 

He smiled just a bit more, “Thank you. Hey, your eyes are really beautiful.”

“You need more water.” You said, moving closer to put a bigger bandage on his cheekbone. “You are drunk drunk.”

“Drunk thoughts sober words. Other way around. I am drunk.” 

“Yeah, just a little.” 

“My face hurts,” he sighed. 

“I know, I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, “Why are you sorry?” 

“Just am,” you answered, standing up in front of him to get him more water. “I don’t like to see you this way. So much blood, I… I’m just sorry that whatever happened, happened.”

“It’s okay. Was worth it.” He turned his head shaking into a nod. “I’m so tired. Fuck. I’m going to say something stupid.”

You gave him the water, he drank it. You made sure he got every drop of water, stepping closer to collect his cup. He looked up at you as you reached for another tiny bandage. His hand gently rested itself on your leg. A cool hand on the back of your knee, softly. Your heart picked up for the tenth time. You spoke, the heart in your throat an obstacle overcome, “As if I haven’t ranted to you about the dumbest things drunk. There’s nothing you could say that could throw me.” You told him. “No judgment, I swear.”  

“It’s different,” he was dancing around something. “You’re so beautiful. I really can’t-” he was lost, his train of thoughts cut off. “Fuck.” He tried to hide his face again. 

“How many shots?” you bat it off. He was out of it, he was gone. He was so drunk. His hand slipped just a little up the back of your leg, then back down. You hoped he couldn’t feel the entirety of your body rise in temperature.

“Too many.”

You were blushing a little too hard, you looked away. “Hey- um- can you stand?” He nodded, hand moving from your leg as he stood. He stood close to you, so close to you. His cheekbone looked worse, but his eyes were still so open and pretty. “Okay, this way.” He let you guide him again but instead of making it to your bed, he sat on the couch. There was no moving him now. “Couch it is.” 

“It’s a good couch,” he sighed, eyes shut. “Your pillows smell like you.” 

You smiled just a little at that, but sat next to him. “You need to move onto your side, okay? Just so you don’t die in my dorm.”

He nodded, moving onto his side without hesitation, doing just what you asked of him. He was mumbling something you couldn’t quite hear. You gently moved his blonde curls from his face. You knew that spinning bliss and tiredness that came with laying down after drinking too much, Art had been at your side for a lot of those moments, pulling you up off the grass of someone’s lawn and making sure you got home safely. You’d woken up tucked in countless times after falling asleep in that state. You smiled at him, finally getting your turn. Aside from his beaten-up face, he looked peaceful. 

Your eyes fell on his knuckles and you quickly went back to the bathroom to get your supplies and as he lay there, softly breathing in and out, mumbling now and then, you treated his knuckles the same way you did his face. “You’re going to be so pissed when you hear about it from someone else,” his voice was only audible for a moment. It made you pause. 

“Hm?” 

“I shouldn’t tell you, it comes off bad. But I don’t want you to what it from someone else…” He said, his face slightly smushed where he was laying. He trailed off again. You slunk out of your chair and sat on the floor in front of him. He opened his eyes just a little bit. “Hi.” 

“Hi.” You replied. His hand was in your own, you dropped the cloth. The wondering what happened was eating you alive. “Art, what happened?” 

He groaned just a little, “Just assholes. Talking about the length of your tennis… skirt.” He stretched and yawned. “At the bar.” You could deduct one thing: the fight had something to do with you. You were a little taken aback, but there was nothing you could find in you to say. “Said something about doing things… with you… to you. Made a mistake and told them to shut the fuck up. But it doesn’t feel like a mistake. My face hurts.” 

“Art…” 

“Don’t tell you I told you,” he sighed, rubbing his good eye again. “I don’t fight, I don’t fight.” 

“I know,” you moved his hair again gently. 

“He swung first. I don’t fight, but the way he was talking about you-.” He mumbled. “I just didn’t…” He trailed off again, then came back slightly. “Want you to think… I fight.” 

You smiled a little more, “I know you don’t fight, Art. I know.” 

“I had to,” he replied with another yawn. “Could’ve walked away. I would’ve… if it was anything else, but it was you.” He turned back onto his back, your hand accidentally slipping down his jaw following the movement, your hand previously in his hair. “Always you.” His slightly slurred tone just sounded tired at this point. Your heart was beating a mile a minute. 

“Art… You should… You need to get some sleep.” You were too flustered to act properly. Should you leave him to rest, say something and hope he didn’t remember sober, or not say anything at all and just wallow in this new fact that his injuries are because he stood up against someone saying something against you? You started to rise from your knees, “I’ll get you some more water.” 

“Can you just stay?” He asked, his eyes opening again to meet yours. His hand reached out for the back of your leg again, softly touching. Like he wanted to touch more but everywhere else wasn’t safe. He had those morals, at least. “Please.” 

You couldn’t move. You were sure your cheeks were a shade of pink close to full-on red. He was touchy in a friends way, but somehow, his hand on the back of your knee felt more intimate than anything. His face was fucked up because he had to tell someone off for sexualizing you, that was crazy, that was…  His hand was soft and a little bit cold and as you sat back down it slipped back to resting with him, but you swore the feeling of it echoed in your body. “I’m not going anywhere.” You reassured him. “I’m sorry about everything.” 

“It’s not your fault,” he hummed, propping himself up dizzily on his elbows. His soft eyes would not leave yours, his smile was endearing, lovely, even with the puffy lip. His gaze shifted to different points on your face, and your smile never wavered in return. Once again, he rubbed his good eye, hand sliding down his cheek, teeth showing in his crooked grin. “Did I tell you that you’re pretty?” 

“You did.” 

“You’re so pretty.” He almost whispered.

“So are you,” you let slip. His grin widened, he looked like he was struggling to stay awake, to stay above the alcohol and the sleep that called to him, was pulling him under. You looked at the bandages on his face. The unhidden bruises. He was beautiful. Always was. You wished he was sober. 

He wished the same thing, “You are- I like you so much.” He spilled, slurring slightly, leaning just a little toward you like it was a secret. Your stomach did a small flip, you were sure you were reaching a shade of light red. “For so long, too, it’s been killing me, you’re so… perfect.” He blabbed. “Patrick said I don’t have a chance, says you’re too-”

“You have a chance,” you cut in. 

“I have a chance?” 

“You have a chance.” 

“Tell me that in the morning too?” His grin was now from ear to ear. You pushed your hair behind your ears. “Fuck- I told you, didn’t I? I was planning to tell you at…” He trailed off again, looking at the ceiling.

“Afraid so,” you giggled. He was forgetful, drunk, tired. You could see him fading as he lowered himself back onto his side. “I’ll pretend it didn’t happen. Tell me again soon, you get a re do.” As if his sweet drunk self was any less worth the confession. Your heart was beating against your ribs and you were doing your best to stay mature and hide it. 

“Re do sounds good. Mmm- Thank you for patching me…” He yawned. “Up. I’ll see you in the…” He yawned again. “Morning.” 

You couldn’t help but smile at all of this. His confession almost dismissed the rest of the situation, but compiled it was a lot and it was all for you. All for you. He was all for… you. He was so sweet, mostly asleep at this point. And he liked you. And maybe he meant it. You clicked your tongue, tilting your head slightly. He liked you, he had liked you, he got into a fight… and he thought you were pretty. “Goodnight, Art.” 

“Goodnight,” Art sighed, smiling. You watched him fade, long eyelashes closed to rest. You stood up, hand gently brushing over his hair before getting him one of your fluffiest soft blankets. You draped him in it, then turned off the light, setting a glass of water on the coffee table. You then went to bed thinking about everything… laying awake on your back. For twenty minutes you just tossed, thinking about the confession, the fight, everything.  He did something he would never do just for you, to defend you. You weren’t even around and he still wanted your name out of their mouths. It was so out of character but at the same time so undeniably Art. He was so sweet, he was… everything. 

So you got up out of bed. Turned the light on and grabbed a marker from off your desk. You slunk into where the couch was, where he was sleeping and on his arm, you wrote a little messily, 

‘You have a chance.’

You smiled at that, got yourself a drink of water, and sat on the end of the couch thinking some more. Before you knew it, you were getting more and more tired, and as much as you wanted to move, the end of the couch was pulling you in. So slowly, you sank onto the opposite end of the couch. You faced away from Art’s feet, but you didn’t mind it all that much as you drifted off to sleep. Your bed remained empty for the rest of the night. 

You woke with the sun, still well-rested. You were facing the back of the couch, but the light still got in your eyes. Slowly, you moved upward, to a sitting position on the arm of the couch, gathering your surroundings. Art, still peacefully asleep, his bruises set in. You sighed quietly before quietly starting a pot of coffee and setting out some painkillers. His arm was still extended, reading those four words. It was all real. Everything from the night before was real. And you’d just have to sit with that until he read his arm and decided on when to take that re do. You’d wait. 

In the meantime, he was still one of your closest friends. He was up not too long after you and you poured him some coffee and gave him the painkillers while he looked at his bandaged wounds in the mirror. “Thank you.” He said a little sheepishly like he was shy about this. Like he was embarrassed by it.

“Always,” you replied with a smile, “What do you remember?” 

He sipped the coffee, looking to the ceiling. “Last thing I remember is… Leaving the bar.” 

“Mmm, so not much,” you teased. He grinned back at you, trying to hide it with his mug. “You feel okay, though?” 

“Hurts to smile, but other than that just a headache.” He replied. “I really- You didn’t have to do all of this.” 

“There’s no reality that I wouldn’t.” You shrugged, walking over to your minifridge to see what there could be for breakfast. Nothing. You had nothing. Art leaned against the doorframe of your bathroom. With your hands on your hips, you turned to him. “Do you want to go somewhere for breakfast?” You asked. You knew he’d seen his arm. You knew you’d wait for it, but it couldn’t hurt to have a little fun with it. 

He grinned and his eyes fell bashfully on the ground. “Yeah, sure. Somewhere off campus though?” 

“And we’ll stop by your dorm so you can change out of your stuff.” You agreed, passing him as you slipped into the closed door of your bedroom from the open area. As you got dressed, Art was looking at the black marker on his arm. You have a chance. Messy as it was, he knew your writing. There wasn’t much he could put together, but he did remember in bits and pieces, the way you touched his face and hair so gently the night before. It came and went in blurry memories so in his head, there was only one form of context for the writing on his arm. 

 He grinned and stayed grinning as you hopped out of your bedroom, putting on your socks as you went. He washed the mug he used and took one last glance at his face before the two of you headed out. He could not get that grin off of his face. You agreed with yourself to wait, but with the writing on his arm, you had no idea how short of a wait it was about to be. 

[shurisneakers]

unsolved (v)

Summary: Bucky doesn't even believe in the paranormal. So who the hell thought it was a good idea to stick him in a series about everything haunted for the internet's amusement? With his loose-canon of a teammate who has no concept of subtlety or shits left to give, to make things even worse. (Buzzfeed unsolved AU)

Warnings: swearing, frustrated bucky, obnoxious reader, witchcraft

A/N: it's like i never left amirite (im sorry it has been like 10 months pls forgive me ily guys let's pretend this series never went on hiatus) (i had cancer and college but now I've graduated from both and i live babyyy. anyway. welcome back to my house of horrors)

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When you tell Maya you want to do witchcraft, you'd done so with the full expectation of defending your idea with the force of a PhD student who was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

She surprisingly agrees. 

“Really?” It's hard to stop the astonishment from entering your voice. Honestly, it sort of pisses you off that the Canva presentation you spent five hours on wouldn't actually see the light of day.

“Yeah, sure. I think it'd do well with the older demographic. ” She shrugs.

"Really?" Now you weren't sure she was on the same plane of existence as you were.

“Make some animals talk. Conjure up some parking spots.”

Ah. 

“I was thinking more like... hexing people and shadow demons,” you test slowly.

That seems to tether her to reality.

Her head cranes towards you centimetre by centimetre, like she was buffering in real time.

“Are you insane?" she states, not very much sounding like she was expecting an answer. "Do you want to end up on the news? Do you know how vicious Facebook groups can be?” 

“No PR is bad PR,” you preach wisely, parroting advice you’d seen bots on Twitter tell other bots. 

“That doesn’t apply to you. I already have a tough time explaining Stephen Strange and why he’s not literally the devil to the public."

Now that was a little unfair. Perhaps it warranted another Canva presentation.

"Have you considered that I'm hotter and significantly cooler than Stephen Strange?" you suggest helpfully.

She squints at you, or more likely your audacity. "I will not have another scandal on my hands this week.” 

“But next week is okay?”

Her hardened stare tells you quickly what a thousand words cannot.

You cross your arms over your chest. “Thou limit me so, Maya. How is one to find you invigorating content in these trying circumstances?”

Maya taps your shoulder on her way out, crooning, “There’s a reason I asked you to do this series. You’ll figure it out.”

You hide a smile with an all too dramatic sigh. “Thou compliment me so. How am I to not fall in love with thee?”

Maya shakes her head playfully. “Nothing that will get me called into a press conference by mid-day. No hexing. No extreme curses. ”

“Mid-level curses it is, then” you call after her.

Her leaving figure does not give you a reply.

After a week of staring at the corner of his room through the night, delirious to the point where he seriously considered using Sam’s Amazon Prime account to buy his own stupid ghost apparatuses, Bucky throws in the towel.

Clearly, he was mistaken. Sleep deprived and probably missing his family a little more than he would have ever admitted to a living soul.

Bucky's sleep deprivation adds to his already charming and sociable personality.

No one would touch him with a ten-foot pole. Bucky’s usually grumpy and while everyone had sort of built a tolerance towards his regular nonsense, he was now the very sexy combination of grumpy and sensitive.

For his part, after last week's shenanigans, Bucky has stuck to avoiding anything and everything horror.

He watches only romcoms and finds that while everyone says he seems most like Harry from Harry Met Sally, he hates that Mike Wazowski motherfucker with a passion. 

While everyone else seems to get the memo, you have chosen to ignore it blissfully, and have instead been prancing about all week, shoving meme after meme into his face.

Bucky Barnes smiling compilations that were 7 seconds long. Bucky Barnes social media fanfictions that showed him replying far more than he had ever replied to anyone in real life ever.

Bucky’s learnt to ignore you with a long-suffering glare. You adapt quickly, skillfully dodge the daggers shooting out of his eyes and shove another TikTok in his face. It is an edit of him to Toxic by Britney Spears. He doesn't want to ask where they got some of the footage they used.

After the fifth Twitter screenshot, he takes to avoiding you like the plague.

Unfortunately for Maya, that involved avoiding the set too. He sees on the official The Graveyard Shift channels that there’s an announcement put out about an episode delay. 

It is undeniably his fault. No, he still won't answer the group chat or the several knocks at his door every day.

But because the universe is invested in his sorrow, you seem to find him wherever he goes.

In the garden, digging through the vegetable bed.

In the storeroom, looking through oversized cookware.

When he walked into the alley behind the Tower and found you there, he hissed at you like a feral cat and you asked very loudly what the fuck was wrong with him. 

He checks every part of him and all his clothes for a tracker but no-- you just seem to have a karmic connection level of being exactly where he is. 

When he runs into you for the fourth time at the library, he really thinks he’s lost it.

“Are you following me?” he asks, voice sharp.

You look at him in wonder. “Your ego is so big it could have its own gravitational pull. How do you carry around your massive head all day?"

“Everywhere I go, you’re there.” He continues, finger pointing in accusation. 

“Bitch, you're the one who walked in here," you exclaim. "I’ve been here all day.”

“Doing what?”

“Who’s following who now?” you dare.

“Because you’re in this section.” He does a quick check to see what section it actually is. Witchcraft and Wizardry. He may not have known that when he accused you but he definitely was not wrong.

“Why do you care what I do here?”

Because he's wondering if he’s managed to shut down production permanently and sent a bunch of people into unemployment.

“I don’t trust you here," he settles on instead. "What are you actually doing?"

“I’m learning things. Gaining knowledge. And such." You gesture vaguely before you narrow your eyes at him. "Not that you would know, you ape.”

He scoffs. He had the intelligence of a thousand suns, mind you.

“You don’t even have a book," he counters.

“So? I’m gaining knowledge through osmosis.” You look around. “I’m absorbing.”

His nose twitches, teeth clenched.

“Whatever,” he mumbles instead, turning his attention to the bookshelf.

As he thumbs through various titles he’s too annoyed to read, a small movement catches his attention. 

He watches you from the corner of his eyes. 

“What?” you demand, this whole exchange too damn loud for a library. 

“What?” he challenges right back. “Why are you watching me?”

“Why am I– you’re the one staring at me.” You throw your hands up. “First you follow me here, second you accuse me of things that would get me burnt at the stake a couple of years ago, third you accuse me of watching you just 'cause you know you're pretty. You–”

Bucky narrows his eyes, not missing the random compliment you slipped in.

“Hold on just one second. That’s why you’ve been avoiding everyone all week.” You stare at him, wide-eyed and unrelenting.

He thinks he must have missed some part of the conversation because he has no idea why you're looking at him like you've figured him all out.

“That’s why you’ve been so jumpy and sleep deprived ever since that episode you filmed.”

Bucky’s gaze doesn’t waver, but his mind races and his breath falters for a second. There’s no goddamn way you knew what had gone down, he’d deleted every footage that could possibly–

“You missed me.”

He stops his overthinking right in its tracks.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” You tilt your head, face full of pure sympathy. “You filmed one episode without me by your side and realised you couldn’t live without me.”

“Fucking ridiculous,” he mutters, eyes pressed closed tighty, partially in relief. 

“You want me, don’t you? You want me so bad it makes you throw u–”

“Fuck off.” Bucky turns on his heel at the speed of light.

“You have a fat, raging crush–”  

“I’m fuckin' moving out.” His voice is like rocks.

“You can move out, but you can never move on, baby,” you whisper-shout. “When’d you realise you liked me, Bucky? Night one? The first hou–”

He slams the library door behind him. 

From: Stevie Left some strawberries outside your door. They’re good. 

From: Stevie How are you doing today, by the way?

From: Bucky alive

From: Bucky and thanks 

From: Stevie Anything we have to talk about? Your wood chisels didn’t break again, did they?

From: Bucky nothing im fine

From: Stevie You sure? Time for a Cypress Hills visit?

From: Bucky no im fine 

From: Stevie You haven’t left the room in a week. Beat your old record and I'm going to start getting worried here.

Bucky stares at his phone wondering how he ended up with a mother a century after his own died, before sighing.

From: Bucky going to film a video this week. im fine

From: Bucky promise 

Because there really was no other way to convince Steve that he as leaving the cave he constructed from his comforter.

From: Steve Good to hear. I’m always across the hallway if you need anything. 

From: Bucky i know. your gramophone won’t let me forget it. 

From: Steve Dick.

From: Bucky it is too damn loud. old ass

From: Steve Got a new record. Haven’t listened to it yet.

From: Bucky ill be there in 10

That Friday, Bucky walks onto the set in his finest black hoodie and darkest sunglasses, looking less like a badass and entirely like a hungover teenager. 

Before he has a chance to even register what’s going on, he is ambushed by lights, a team touching up his face and his stupid dollar store sunglasses leave him before he has a chance to protest.  

“I told you he’d show up,” you pipe up proudly from your place at the table. “Lil' shit simply missed me too–”

“Stop,” he interrupts, finally getting around to look at the set when the foundation brushes stop assaulting his line of vision. 

For a hot second, he thinks you've taken over Steve's cooking show. 

There are candles floating around, which he assumes you're holding up. A large… cauldron, gigantic wooden mixing spoons and 50 little bowls worth of ingredients are neatly arranged on the table.

“What the hell is going on?” he questions immediately. “What is all this?”

“Mise en place, baby,” you reply, shutting a book you had on the table loudly before looking at him. “You’re on dish duty. Come on.” 

“What?” His eyebrows pull into a frown. 

You dust off your hands before reaching under the table and chucking an apron at him. “Back when I worked as a line cook, the number one rule was to clean up as you go. I like to think of it as--”

“What is going on here?” he specifies, already trying to piece together your timeline in his head with every new piece of lore.

“Welcome to my kitchen, motherfucker.” Your grin is nefarious. “We're gonna do some witchcraft.” 

After he spends fifteen minutes on the phone with Maya confirming that yes, that is indeed the episode and that the heads up he needed would have reached him if he opened the seventeen million messages on the group chat– he finally comes to stand behind the bench with you, a tick in his jaw but also with enough self-awareness to be sheepish. 

He thought his grand return to the channel would be a simple video with some ghost reading or whatever, not… this. 

He turns to you, ready to reach a compromise that ends with him not having to be there at all.

But in the fifteen minutes he had turned his attention to the call, you’ve somehow convinced them to start rolling before he gets the chance to leave, so he’s immediately hit with a--

“We’re on in three…two–”

“Where is your apron?” you demand, looking him up and down.

“I’m not wearing that shit.” It had some stupid slogan like ‘Life is about taking whisks!’ and he had already been through enough.

“Jeez, annyone would think that you're not in love with me--"

"I'm not."

"--by the way you're so ungrateful. I got that custom-made for you,” you tsk. “I could've gotten the other one. Mine could've said ‘he’s my sweet potato’ and yours could've said ‘I yam’.”

Bucky experiences a whole-body chill. 

“Whatever," you dismiss with a wave of hand before looking into the camera. "Before we get started, we recognize that for some, witchcraft is a deeply meaningful religion and spiritual practice that should be approached with respect and curiosity.”

“We’re not claiming this is the definitive guide to witchcraft, we’re simply trying out a book that’s been highly recommended for better or worse, and seeing where it leads us. Whaddya say, Bucko?

You look at him for input. Bucky stares at the dusty, hole-ridden monstrosity on the table.

“What’s it called?” Bucky asks finally after a long pause.

You tap the thick, old book. “Witchcraft for Weenies: A Totally Legit Guide to Authentic Witchcraft by A. Harkness.”

“Is that the actual name or are you just making it up?”  

“Rich coming from the only one between us who actually lied on camera--" you glare at him. "I would never fabricate my sources, I’m a champion for academic integrity.”

You pick up the book to show him, flipping it towards the camera too and sure enough, the book that was basically falling apart at the binding was called exactly that.

“Let’s-a go, baby.”

You stare at him, lips pressed together. Bucky gives no inclination towards changing his answer. 

“Fine. We’re going to do this the hard way, I see.” You exhale, reaching into the pocket of your apron. 

Bucky’s eyebrows knit together when you brandish a deck of cards, yank his arm towards you and drop it into his open palm. 

“Shuffle," you command.

Something very familiar faces him.

Bucky stares at the cards before looking back at you. “Why’s my face on it?”

“It’s a tarot deck I got from Comic Con,” you insist. “Avengers themed. Now shuffle it.”

He thinks you left that card on top on purpose, but regardless, he's already been too much of a menace to the crew to be the cause of any more disturbance.

So he slowly begins, careful and skilled, before you scoff in his face.

“Faster, grandpa," you chide. “I’ve seen the way those hands cut garlic when no one’s around, I know you move faster than that.”

Bucky rolls his eyes but complies anyway, shuffling the cards with the adeptness only a certain Jim Morita could have taught him in a dark tent to keep him awake on a night watch. 

“Faster,” you goad, face smug. “Faster. Come on now, Barnes, your age finally catching up to you?”

It’s stupid– he doesn’t even know why he’s actually complying and increasing his speed. He can’t believe that he was letting you pressure him.

“C’mon, faster, Barnes, you abso-”

His hands were moving so fast by then that they’d have to put the video in slow motion to catch all the movement.

“Faster–” and in the commotion, a few cards fly out.

“Brilliant, thanks.” You slam them down on the table, plucking the deck out of his hand before he has a chance to process why the fuck he actually went ahead with what you were trying. 

“Right, so the universe has decided that these will be your cards,” you tell him, and he finally looks down at what had fallen out of the deck. 

The cards show Sam’s Captain America shield, Carol Danvers, and Spider-Man, with words written below.

“The Star, Six of Cups, The Hanged Man,” you read out thoughtfully.  

Bucky rolls his eyes so hard he thinks they’ll fall out of his skull. 

“You know, I’m going to just make a general assumption and say you need help.” You hum to yourself. “I'm gonna make a potion to get you some.”

“Get me some?” He's too busy trying to figure out what the cards could possibly mean to see that he's walked straight into that one.  

“Get you some perspective. You need an advisor who’ll dish it to you straight. Give you the facts, no bullshit–”

"No." He had too many of those in his life and he has had enough of people being “honest” and "straightforward” and telling him his moustache was ugly every time he dared to try out a new look–

Until you reach under the table and again and suddenly, there’s a white creature buzzing around on the table in front of him.

“Behold– your new advisor,” you announce.

From the corner of his eye Bucky can see the production team scrambling to figure out where the hell this was going. He lip-reads producers’ orders to find adoption links or resources to insert during post-production, and teasers on social media, to make this look more planned. Great, so no one was prepared-- it wasn't just him.

“Whose fucking cat is this?” He looks down at it, all white except for a few brown spots all around, green eyes and evil in her aura.

“Relax, I'll give her back when we're done.”

“Give her ba–” he echoes. “Where did you get her?” 

“The alley outside,” you coo, rubbing under her chin. “I checked and she doesn’t have an owner. But look at her, she’s meant to be here.”

Bucky looks at the cat. The cat looks back at him, irises narrowing into slits. His nose twitches. 

“You can’t just bring a cat–”

“Remember to adopt, not shop,” you say to the camera before clapping your hand. “Anyway. If my potion goes according to plan, she will be giving you unsolicited life advice for eternity.” 

“You will be unemployed, then,” Bucky manages to add while watching the chaos unfold behind the camera.

“Nonsense, I’m irreplaceable.” You grin. “Besides, you can't manufacture chemistry like this even in a cauldron.” 

You send him a flying kiss. His glower was as sharp as laser beams.

“Let’s get started.” You grin at the camera. 

Bucky tries to pet the cat. She hisses at him.

Well all-fucking-right then.

One hour later, things have descended into madness of the most mundane kind.

It was precisely when you started telling him ten minutes in that a book had nothing on your instincts and raw intelligence that Bucky knew that this was going to shit. 

The cauldron was on an electric stove unlike the open fire demanded by the book because the team had enough foresight to know it would be a fire hazard.

You toss in something that looks like cardamom but he isn’t sure at this point. He just wanted to get away from the bright lights and the strange smiling liquid boiling awai.

The cat sits obediently by your side, watching curiously. He is convinced that she is evil.

Unfortunately, Bucky has had to hold her back twice when she tried to stick her paw in to attack a bubble, and at this point, he doesn’t think he has it in him to do it a third time. 

You read the recipe as if it makes any sort of fucking difference now.

“We’re almost done,” you sing. 

Bucky nurses his headache.  “Don't give me hope.” 

“Put some more reegelbeetle seeds in,” you dictate. “This is gonna work, I can feel it.”

Bucky uses his free hand to do as you say. He doesn’t even think it’s the right one, he just reaches for whatever is closer to you and you don't seem to care either.

You toss in some more seeds, stir twice and then turn off the stove. 

“Boom.” You lift the spoon up, watching the thick liquid drip back. “This is either a talking potion or a hex.” 

"Hex to do what?”

“I think it activates dormant allergies.” You squint at the book that literally had no significance besides being a prop. “You got any?”

“No.” But it makes him think of Steve’s pollen allergies. 

“Oh. Well, then there’s only one outcome here.”

“Alright, here we go.” Of the gigantic pot that you’d just stirred, you fish the tiniest amount out on the smallest spoon he’d ever seen, which you also apparently stored in the vast space that was your apron pocket.

The cat watches you hold the spoon near its face.

It takes a sniff. Then two. Finally, after deeming it non-poisonous, it sticks out its tongue the tiniest bit and takes a lick.

The whole crew is silent.

Bucky’s hand is still pressing against his temples.

“Tell us your name,” you urge, voice hopeful.

The cat looks at Bucky, and for a second, something akin to understanding flashes in its eyes. It’s uncanny and weird and something about it unsettles him deeply. 

You seem to catch it too because you look at him in surprise. He looks back at you, face pulled into a frown. 

And for a moment, he wonders. If you'd somehow done it. Because there’s no fucking way–

Then it meows.

He exhales.

Your shoulders drop as you let out an “Aw, man.”

"Great. Goodbye. Like and subcribce to the bell icon," he calls out, dusting his hands against his pants.

Someone from the production crew sneezes.

Both of you turn to him immediately. 

At the same instant, someone else all the way on the opposite end sneezes again, and the whole crew turns to look at them, before another sneezes in the front.

“We did it!” you cheer.

“We didn’t do jack,” Bucky interjects immediately as the crew errupts into a cacophony of chatter and sneezes.  

“It’s a hex that activates allergies and they’re sneezing,” you point towards them with the spoon, triumphant.

“You threw fifteen fuckin' pounds of pepper in there,”  he argues. “You've turned this room into a sandstorm of dry spices. This proves nothing.” 

“I’ve connected the dots.” Your eyes shine, ignoring him.  

“You didn’t connect shit.”

“I’ve connected them.” 

Someone in the corner sneezes. He wonders if Steve’s allergies would be activated by the trace amounts of... cursed soup that he carries with him back to the floor. 

“Well, we can’t leave them like this, Bucky.” You look around, tsking. “We gotta make a reverse hex or something.”

“You can,” he says. “It’s called opening the windows.”

“Nope,” you pop the last syllable. “We’re making another potion. C’mon.”

“First of all, this is not a potion–” he begins, but is interrupted by a buzz on his phone, the screen lit up by a text on the groupchat. 

From: Maya I don’t give a shit if it’s placebo or not. Make a damn potion before you get sued for hexing employees. 

“Fine,” he grumbles. 

“Beautiful. Grab the ash sphinx flakes,” you brandish another big cauldron from fuck knows where.

Bucky stares at you, unmoving.

“Just get the oregano,” you sigh. 

The cat tries sticking her paw in the pot again.

Bucky feels a sneeze incoming.

Whether the hex and subsequent anti-hex Maya forced you to make at gunpoint was real or not, is yet to be determined scientifically.

What actually does happen, is the damn apron you give him carries enough trace amount of your stupid experiment, that it somehow activates Steve’s very real pollen allergy. Bucky finds himself on edge for the rest of the day every time the man rattles the walls with his middle aged dad sneezing.

It carries on over to his show, which means Steve’s episode on baking a 1950s chocolate cake from tomato soup is edited extremely strangely to cut out every sneeze.

Which means Nat’s episode on spy inaccuracies in Argylle takes twice as long to film because they have to take a few seconds every time Steve’s sneezes interrupt her from the set next door.

Which means Bruce’s video on the science behind memory is delayed on shooting.

All in all, something does seemed to have been hexed, but it mostly seems to be everyone’s fucking productivity.

Finally, everyone manages to get through the day, and the videos are sent to post production.

The same night when everyone’s gathered at the dining table to commemorate the end of another shoot day, Bucky slips out, knowing that Steve would save him a slice of pizza if he never returned. 

He goes back to the library to return his copy of Understanding Wood Finishing, when his curiosity leads him back down a familiar path. 

It’s where he finds you again, in the same corner as the last time, on the floor, surrounded by shelves.

“You again.” You quirk an eyebrow when he appears from the shadows. "Aren't you supposed to be eating pizza?"

“What are you absorbing now?” he asks, voice low for once, respecting the sanctity of the library now that day had slipped into night and everything seemed a bit more solemn now.

“Nothing,” you answer.

“Then why are you here?” 

He figured you’d be out there, introducing everyone to the cat that was now set to be roaming the halls, before someone assumed it was a shapeshifting enemy and dealt with it accordingly.

“God forbid someone get some peace and quiet for once,” you mumble. “It’s too loud out there.”

Oh.

You don’t say anything else, leaning back against the bookshelf with your eyes closed.

There really isn't a need for more words. He gets it. 

The understadning leaves silence in its wake. Bucky doesn't really have anything to say.

“Did you come here just to stare at me?” you ask finally. “Did you finally admit your feelings?” 

“Jesus Christ,” he groans. “I’m not in love with you.”

“Only a matter of time.” You smile before changes to something more subdued, a bit more serious. “You wanna talk about what’s actually been bugging you for the last week?”

Bucky looks at you wearily. “The tarot cards tell you something?”

You eye him. “Not more than what’s obvious. Wanna talk about it?”

He swallows, throat suddenly feeling like it's closing in on itself. 

“No.”

“Alrighty.” 

You say nothing more than that, leaving the both of you in relative quiet, save for the buzz of the warm fluorescent light above. 

Bucky takes an awkward seat next to you on the floor.

You pry open an eye to look at him in suspicion.

“Y’mind?” he manges.

“Mind what?”

He gestures to himself uncomforably, readiy to jump up and leave at any second.

You observe him for a second, and for once he stares back with no irritation in his look, just permission.

“No, you can sit.” You close your eyes. “So long as you don’t tell anyone else 'bout this place.” 

If there’s anything Bucky’s good at, it’s keeping a secret. 

He settles back into the shelf with an exhale, letting the weight of day roll off his shoulders.

You wordlessly slide a thermos towards him. He doesn’t even have to open it to know it’s the damn soup from that afternoon.

And if he’s being honest, it doesn’t taste that bad at all. 

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[morgluvsconnie]

BOUND, c.springer

chap.7 | fighting, drinking, arguing, language | chap.6

"these was supposed to be yours yesterday but... you know how that went."

connie said, standing at your door with a bouquet of pink flowers and chocolates. you softly smiled and bit your lip, grabbing the big bouquet and chocolates from him. he then looked at your arm.

"these the same type of roses i tattooed on your arm that night."

you tilted your head. "thank you. really. this the second time you saw me lookin a mess though." you laughed a little.

referring to the bonnet you had on your head and the oversized t-shirt you had on. connie shook his head, "nah, you look good." he laughed. "them was for your birthday though... your third birthday present."

"you funny." you looked at the flowers before looking at him. "you heard from...?"

"he saw my message, he know wassup." connie waved the air before putting his hands back in his pockets. ever since he stayed at your house last night, he never got the feeling to stay away.

you had some kind of hold on him, and it was odd.

"but yeah..." he said after a small silence filled the space between the both of you. "if you feel good enough, eren havin a party at his house tonight. tryna see if you going." he looked at you.

you hummed. "ill let you know." you nodded.

"without my number?" connie frowned playfully. you rolled your eyes with a smile. "i guess you found a way." you mumbled, taking his phone and putting your number in it. "just text me and remind me about it tonight." you said, passing him his phone back.

"i gotchu." connie said, turning to leave. he paused in his steps and turned back around, looking at your lips.

you exhaled, walking closer to him and giving him a peck on the lips. "there." you said, softly pushing him out of your doorway and shutting it behind him.

you walked back towards your stairs and in your room, placing the flowers in an empty vase. "ill put water in you later." you mumbled, sitting on the end of your bed and checking your phone, which you hadn't checked all night.

you had calls and texts from sasha, her asking where you were and if you were getting "fucked."

"what?" you frowned.

"you got fucked last night, i already know. i told mikasa you were either at home slumped or getting fucked. and since you answered, i wanna know who it was, why, and how it was." she said on the other line, making you hum.

"i didnt get fucked by anybody last night." what a liar you are.

"yeah yeah, girl cut the bullshit. i wanna know every detail." she looked at the camera before looking back up and what seemed like her tv.

"okay ill tell you, but sasha dont make a big deal out of it 'cus it was literally nothing." liar.

"i literally wont, just tell me." sasha looked back at the camera.

"so i was with connie-"

"bingo! i just fucking knew it! yknow, i wondered why i couldn't find you and connie after i found ony and i suspected you two were somewhere, and he was beating them doonies down." sasha pointed at the camera, making you roll your eyes.

"alright, whatever. you goin to erens party tonight?" you rubbed your forehead and closed your eyes.

"yeah, and youre going too. you woke up so late, the parties already in three hours." sasha mumbled like it was nothing. "what?" you said in disbelief, looking at the time on your phone.

it was 5 oclock. you really did get put to sleep.

"okay sash, im finna take a shower, dont worry bout picking me up tonight, ill just drive myself. ion plan on gettin wasted no more." you explained, standing up and going towards your bathroom.

"okay girl, love you, bye." she said before quickly hanging up. you put your phone on the bathroom counter before turning your water on and taking a long, steamy, shower.

you really werent in the mood for another party, and you really didnt feel like going out tonight again.

your back was aching, your legs were on the verge of being sore, all because of connie. you didnt even stay out long enough last night to have sore legs from the club, so you knew he was the cause.

but parties were different from clubs. theres was more fighting, drinking, arguing, everything. especially drama.

as you redid your fresh face, applying light makeup, redoing your hair and curling it, and putting your outfit on, you checked the time once again. 7:43pm.

if anything you were gonna be late instead of early due to the sheer amount of people that would crowd the house, even minutes before the official party started.

you grabbed your things, heading out of your house. as you started your car, smacking your lips at the fact that it was cold outside, and you just mindlessly decided to wear a small skirt.

you pulled out of your driveway after starting your music, driving down your neighborhood, pulling your mirror down to make sure your hair looked at least decent after replacing some of the tracks. "damn connie." you shook your head, pushing your mirror back up.

your music got interrupted by a phone call, you glance at your phone, not even looking at the contact before hitting answer. "yeah?" you said, putting your phone in the cup holder.

"wassupppp."

you rolled your eyes, "yes im going connie." you said, taking a turn down erens neighborhood. "well you late." connie said boredly on the other end. "why you wearin that tiny ass skirt?"

you frowned, picking up your phone and looking, not even realizing you were on factime. "why you lookin?" you smiled, sitting your phone in your lap. connie clicked his tongue. "watch yo mouth." he said, walking through the party, at least that's what it looked like.

as you pulled up on the side of the road near erens house, you turned your car off and took your seatbelt off, looking at your phone as you got out of the car. "ima see you in here right?" you walked up to the house, already seeing people on the porch and on the side of the house.

"i hope not." connie mumbled, smiling to see if you found his joke funny.

you hung up.

"not in the mood." you mumbled, opening the door and letting yourself, trying to push past everyone and find where eren and the rest of them were.

"y/nnnn!" sasha jumped up, along with mikasa, hugging you. "i heard about you" mikasa whispered in your ear. you pulled away and frowned at sasha. "dont ask me bout shit else." you pointed at her.

"ight, ight, fuck the kumbaya. wassup y/n." ony dapped you up. "hey ony." you smiled. "damn we cant get no hey?" eren frowned, holding his arms out, referring to him and armin. "can you give me time to speak? hey armin." you waved at armin.

you sat down beside connie, who was looking around the party the whole time. you nudged him a little, the rest of the group babbling about random things.

"you remember what i said right?" you looked at him as he continued looking away.

"bout reiner? yeah, ian worried bout that no mo'." he shrugged, taking a sip from whatever was in his styrofoam cup. your eyes rested on him, you obviously not believing him. connie looked at you and shrugged again. "i swear im not gon touch him." he said, looking you in the eye.

you pursed your lips together before standing up. "sash, mika, come with me, im bouta go get a margarita." you said, making your way to the kitchen and opening the cooler. "girl, why connie lookin so tense?" mikasa frowned, grabbing one after you. you slowly shook your head, finally deciding to tell them about what happened.

"he mad about something that happened between me and reiner. he just got aggressive and grabbed my wrist. connie saw the bruise and i told him not to do nothing 'cus i don't want him to get involved, but he stubborn." you shook your head, taking a sip from your margarita.

mikasa and sasha frowned. "y/n, you wasn't thinking on tellin us about this?" mikasa looked at your wrist. the bruise only faded a little. you looked at the ceiling with a groan. "i don't wanna involve nobody." you mumbled.

you really didn't understand why they wanted to know. yeah, he did put his hands on you, and if anything, you should've told the whole group, knowing they'd jump his ass in a heartbeat.

but you were so damn scared of reiner, you didn't know what he'd do if he caught you by yourself.

"what the fuck he do that for?" sasha squinted. "he thought somethin' was going on between me and connie 'cus hes a fuckin idiot."

"oh yeah, connie needa whoop his ass." mikasa glanced back at where connie and everyone else was. "i know." your lips formed a line, your eyes roaming around the room.

speak of the devil.

they landed right on reiner, who was walking through the crowd. your eyes widened and they went straight to connie. "i know that aint the muh'fucka right there!" sasha pointed. "shit." your eyebrows furrowed.

mikasa looked at you, straight in the eyes.

"y/n. reiner put his hands on you. you don't have a choice but to let connie beat his ass."

you were hesitant.

if you did let that happen, that could mean reiner would target you the most. but if it didnt happen, youd have to hide whatever you and connie had going on.

you didn't wanna hide anything. no, you didn't have to hide anything. you're not a child, you do whatever you wanna do, you fight back whenever you wanna fight.

but seems like before you could even give connie the permission to do anything, he beat you to it. you heard screaming around the spot you'd just left. you, sasha, and mikasa running over and through the crowd to see what was happening.

to your surprise, not only connie was throwing punches, but ony, and eren too. armin recording everything while laughing. with your lips parted and your eyes widened, you walked over to the other side to get a better view of what was happening to reiner and stood there, staring down at him.

his nose leaking, and bruises forming around different parts of his face.

he was trying his best to fight back but getting jumped by three strong guys wasn't the easiest trap to get out of.

"you like puttin yo hands on females? you a bitch." connie said as everyone else got pulled off of him. "dumb ass nigga." ony mumbled, aggressively fixing his clothes as some of his other homeboys pulled him outside to calm down.

"you a whole weirdo ass bitch! jumping one person 'cus you cant fight for yo damn self!" you saw historia run up to reiner, rushing to help him up.

she was always the main problem in your relationship, but just like connie defended you, you were gonna defend him.

"he shoulda never put his damn hands on me, if you got a problem we can take this shit outside too, or nah?" you raised your eyebrows, taking your phone from the side of your skirt to give it to sasha or mikasa, somebody nearby.

you might've been scared of reiner, but you wasn't scared of no little ass girl, or no girl in general.

historia frowned at you before looking at reiner. "whoop her ass." reiner mumbled to historia. that was your cue.

"come on man, ion got no time to waste on yo ass. i can get this over with quick." you shook your head, rushing outside and to your car, grabbing sweatpants from your backseat and throwing them over your skirt.

as everyone had their phones out, you got in the middle of the circle, mikasa and sasha standing behind you to make sure ymir or annie didn't jump in. you pulled your sweatpants up, rolling them up as adrenaline rushed through your body.

as mikasa tied your hair up, she eyed the rest of historias friends. you had no idea where connie was, nor were you worried about it.

"come on y/n." eren mumbled, his hands on his knees as he leaned over, waiting for you and historia to get your round in.

as she stepped in the middle of the circle, her minions screaming for her and most people screaming for you. you posted up, getting your hands ready, as you both went in a circle waiting for someone to swing first, you wasted no time to start throwing straight punches, no hair pulling, no pulling in general.

"whoop her ass y/n, you know what to do! yeah!" sasha cheered you on over the amount of people yelling.

historia was throwing punches, deciding to grab your hair and hold your head down, you, automatically mirroring her actions and pulling her to the side of you, making her trip over her own feet, pulling you down with her.

when you opened your eyes, you saw blood leaking down her face, just like reiner. she tried to kick you off of her, as you felt somebody grab your shoulders, you got more pissed by the seconds.

"let my hair go dumb bitch!" you yelled, whoever was grabbing your shoulders let go and you felt people crowd more around you, the screaming getting louder.

"ight, come on, come on." connie mumbled, grabbing you by your waist, trying to pull you off of historia, someone doing the same to her. but you didn't let go, still swinging hard licks, hitting her in her head and forehead.

"let go, y/n come on." connie frowned, trying his best to pull you away, as he turned his back towards historia, you still had a good grip on her hair. finally deciding to let go, and bring a chunk of her hair with you, you frowned, trying to make your way out of connies arms while yelling violent nothings.

"that bitch know to never fuck wit' me, ion even know why she tried it! she should know bout me!" you yelled, getting dragged away. "shut up bitch, you mad cus reiner finally found the one!" you saw her yelling.

"bitch you wanted beef bout a nigga that be bussin nut and knots in yo mouth, shut up bitch!"

"hush, hush, hush, you drunk. come on." connie mumbled, dragging you towards your car, continuing to hold you. "all three of yall got it out, come on." connie put his hand over your mouth to make you shut up.

you frowned up at him before looking at the ground.

"you good, just calm down. ight? i gotchu." connie mumbled, glancing back at a pissed off eren, storming towards his house.

"he ain't gon hurt you no mo', ight? just get in the car and calm down." connie mumbled. "i wanna go back in the house, ian drunk yet." you muttered, looking back at the house.

"you tryna fight, so no. get in the car bruh." connie looked back again, seeing historias small group leave the house.

"im not gon do nothing to the bitch, ima let her be mad bout a nigga." you mumbled. "i just wanna get drunk." you muttered.

connie looked at you for a few seconds before sighing, slowly nodding. "ima stay for a few mo minutes, but im goin home soon. gotta calm myself down." he muttered, grabbing your hand and leading you back towards the house.

you huffed. "okay."

chap.8

[luciathcv]

consolation - psh

summary: late at night, your aching for some reassurance from your boyfriend || warnings: none || genre: fluff, slight angst, established relationship, comfort || word count: approximately 730

I was literally on the verge of bursting at the seams with the burning question that played on repeat in my mind. I couldn't get it out of my mind but I couldn't bring it to myself to disturb Sunghoon as I thought he had already fallen asleep beside me.

I rubbed my eyes in frustration with myself and my stubbornness in needing an answer right away. Well, honestly, this had been bothering me for a while but nowhere near as much as it was tonight.

I huffed out as I turned on my side, away from my assumingly sleeping boyfriend, before shutting my eyes and trying to coax myself to sleep. Nothing seemed to be working though.

I'm startled as I feel a hand go on my hip. I glance back, though, and it's just my boyfriend, Sunghoon. A soft and sleepy look on his face as he looks into my eyes.

"Chill, it's just me, baby." Sunghoon softly says,

I let out a relaxed sigh as I relaxed into his touch, "What are you doing up?" I quietly ask.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" He retorted. I guess he was right.

"It doesn't matter." I respond and shut my eyes and just with that response, Sunghoon knew something was up.

"Come on. Tell me what's wrong." He softly says. Sure, he was exhausted but you mattered more than sleep to him so he was willing to listen to whatever it may be.

"It's just... am I annoying?" I finally blurt out. I know, I know. It seemed like such a simple question but to me, it held so much significance. I simply couldn't explain it.

"What?" Sunghoon sighed as he rolled me around so that I was now lying on my side and facing him.

"Never mind..." I say, suddenly feeling insecure.

"Stop that." Sunghoon said in a light scolding manner. He hated when you shut yourself off even though he tended to do the same. "Why do you think you're annoying?" He then asked.

"Because I know I can go on and on about stupid shit that you don't really care that much about and I know I can be clingy as well and that I can be bothersome when you already have enough on your plate so..." I trail off, going silent after my slight ramble.

Sunghoon's silent for a few moments before responding, "Babe, sure, you can go on about some stupid shit but, I don't-not care about it. I care about it a lot because I know you care about it. Besides, you don't only just talk about stupid shit, we have deep talks too." He starts.

I bite my lip before slightly nodding, I guessed he was right about that and the fact he cared because I cared was heartwarming.

"And, yeah, you can be clingy and I know I act all bothered, and sure, it's a little much at times but, do I ever push you away? Do I ever tell you to stop?" He asks and I shake my head a little. "I didn't think so. I don't mind it at all. You know that I'll put up with it for you." Sunghoon tells me.

"And don't even start with me already having enough on my plate. I do have a lot I need to worry about with work and all that. That doesn't mean I can't be here for you as well, though baby." Sunghoon adds as he brushes some hair out of my face with his fingers. "You're my girl. It's my job to be here and to listen to you and be here for you. I'd be a pretty shitty boyfriend if I didn't." He says. "Right?" He then adds, waiting for a response from me.

"I guess so." I agree.

"So, come on," He leans in and pecks my forehead. "You're not annoying. I love you so much. I'll put up with anything when it comes to you. You know that. I know you do." Sunghoon softly says.

He was right. I did know that. His actions definitely matched his words. I was just the type that needed some reassurance every once in a while. Sunghoon knew that and he had no problem giving it to me whenever I needed it- even if it may be in the middle of the night.

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[dorotheataylor]

Hugs and kisses

Pairing- Peter Parker x GN!Reader

Summary- Sometimes even the strongest ones need comfort and Peter finds it in your arms.

Warnings- none literally, this is just a soft fic coz peter deserves all the love and hugs in the world, my poor english is a warning tho :’)

Word Count- 687

A/N- I thought of this while listening to ‘Sweet Nothing’ by Taylor Swift and here it is. Also I changed fandoms lol. dw i still write for harry potter but i’ll write for marvel too now. And this can be read for any peter but I imagined tasm peter here :3 Hope y’all like this <3

You were about to get into bed, after having done your nighttime skincare and changing into your pyjamas, when you heard soft knocks on your window.

You went over to open it, knowing it was Peter. Whenever he visited you after his night patrols, it was always near this time. You would go on about your day while he told about his and then went to sleep together while snuggled close to each other.

Today it seemed a little different. Because when you moved the curtains to get a look at him, his expressions were different from what they always were. Like he was upset about something.

You quickly unlatched your window and let him inside. You turned to face him and furrowed your eyebrows when he didn’t meet your eyes.

Something was definitely up.

“Peter, love, is everything okay?” you said softly, not wanting him to break. “You know you can tell me anything,” you start, wanting to break the silence, but he flinches at your voice. you let out a shaky exhale and step forward, reaching a hand up, slowly, like approaching a skittish animal, to press your palm to his cheek. he unconsciously chases the warmth, his hair parting to reveal his eyes, sadder than you’ve ever seen them. your heart lurches for him. “oh, Peter.”

He leaned in your touch and sighed in content. Slowly you lifted your other hand to cup both his cheeks while he looked on the verge of tears.

“I- I just needed to see you. He- he said that,” Peter couldn’t even bring himself to properly say that. After that random bad guy he had just fought told him he had attacked you, he needed to make sure you were okay.

“It’s okay, Peter. I’m here.” You said, voice still soft as you start to caress his cheek with your thumb.

Peter couldn’t keep it in anymore, as he immediately buried his face in your neck and held you tightly, as if he were afraid you’d disappear.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop your heart from breaking after seeing him in such a state. The way he sounded, the way you could feel his tears on your neck, you couldn’t help but shed some tears as well as you spoke soothing words to him.

Moments like these brought comfort to Peter. Him in your arms, you holding him tightly, speaking softly and trying to comfort him, he sometimes wonders what he has done to deserve this, to deserve you. Your arms were his go to place when things got hard, being spiderman wasn’t easy. And it felt great that you out of all people knew about him and still loved the real him.

Both of you stayed in each other’s arms for what felt like an eternity, with none of you wanting to let go of each other. But you didn’t mind it, Peter deserved all your love and affection.

After few moments, you slowly spoke, breaking the comfortable silence you both were in, “lets get you changed so that we can cuddle in bed. Sounds good?”

He seemed hesitant to let you go, but he loosened his grip and pulled away to look you in the eye, arms still loosely wound around your waist. He seemed almost meek like this—to the point it almost felt like you’re not looking at the strongest. Right now, it kinda just feels like you’re looking at a man—a man who has the entire weight of the New York on his shoulders. 

“Thank you, Y/N.” He said, his voice still wavering. “You- You’re everything. God I love you so much.”

You smiled gently at him as you cupped his cheek again, he kissed your palm, and you said, “I love you too, Peter. More than words can express.”

With that, Peter cupped your face and brought his lips onto yours, pouring all his love, affection, fears and everything he felt for you into it. You kissed him back with same passion, sealing a promise of never leaving him into this kiss.

Because maybe in that moment, this was all you both needed.

[moodymisty]

I’m not exactly a writer by any means, and this isn’t a request, I just need someone to hear me out on this before I go insane. Space Marine 2 related but I don’t think it’s got spoilers, and I’ll keep it very vague. This idea has been rotting in my head for the entire time I’ve played the game and I feel like imma explode

Setting: Space Marine 2 timeline

Imagine you’re Titus’ personal serf, or at the very least you’re tasked with cleaning and caring for that sector of Astartes rooms (with other serfs of course - at first). Titus used to be a captain so I don’t think he’d be unaccustomed to it, but you happen to be one of the first people to show him genuine kindness, even if at first it’s a bit out of fear of him. I’ll be real tho he’s got this Aura™️ about him that makes me think once he’s interacted with you the first time, you realize he’s actually not an…overly-zealous Space Marine on the verge of throwing you out the door, or spewing insults your way on how your lack of efficiency offends him AND the Emperor.

You’re probably still prepping his room or doing final rounds, and he returns from the first mission and finds you there. After deeply apologizing for the lack of urgency on your tasks, deep bow and voice near shaking, he dismisses it with a wave and says none necessary, with no demeaning sneers or stabbing glares you’re used to receiving, no threats of reprimand or orders to leave his sight.

In a bit of a shock, you dare to glance up to him ever so slightly, to see who this surprisingly calm & somewhat tired-sounding Astartes is, and boom eye contact. You have a “oh no he’s HOT” moment, but also can’t help but notice how…tired his eyes look. Maybe tired isn’t the right word. But anyways you bow one more time and hurriedly make your way out to your other duties. You can’t help but think about him tho. Uh fast forward, you probably bump into him a couple more times, and each time a few more words are exchanged between you two. You obviously have no idea who he actually is - no idea what he’s been through or what he’s been accused of. He’s just a new marine on the ship you serve. But you can’t help but feel he’s got the weight of some great world on his shoulders. The look in his eyes. The tone at which he says some things. Guarded, almost. However, he doesn’t seem to be as on edge when speaking with you, or annoyed with the small talks. So, you feel encouraged to keep these talks happening.

In Titus’ view, you’re just a mere serf, and I think that gives him some reprieve — talking to someone who doesn’t know. No suspicion. No prying questions (or digging more). Just casual small exchanges between two humans, even if one is a genetically engineered demi-god. And it’s…nice. Like he breath a little, even just for a second, without worrying about what is stressing him out.

Eventually when he comes back from another mission, perhaps a more..taxing mission, you decide to have balls of adamantium and bring him some kind of drink that you and your fellow serfs enjoy now & then as a way to help ease themselves to sleep (I imagine it’s just some kind of hot tea…I love hot tea. In some Giant Astartes size cup). Obviously you KNOW Astartes don’t need this. They literally have to eat space mush bags of protein just to keep up with the demand of their bodies. (And I’m not 100% on the lore but I think they can still consume regular food??)

you just want to show a little bit of kindness to someone in what is a very, very harsh world, and Astartes are, beneath all that augmented muscle and training, humans. Titus seems more so than the others. He showed you that rare kindness from the first interaction. So, maybe you can return a little more kindness to him, since you doubt it’s hardly something he encounters anywhere else.

Anyway I’ll try to wrap up this idea oops I don’t mean to go on a tangent anyway this small gesture turns into you both becoming closer. There’s nights you just stay with him, no talking. You know it won’t help. And you know he can’t/wont say what this great burden on his shoulders is. You just want him to know you’re there for him. Maybe you stroke his hair gently to soothe him to his scheduled very small amount of rest. Maybe he does just want some casual company, someone whose conversations are as easy and light as breathing air. eventually becoming something he looks forward to when on missions, someone to think of when especially beaten down by enemies, his one place of solace he’s had in many. many. years. and yeah uh eventually yall smooch smooch and progresses to full on you gettin dicked down and now you’re both in this relationship you can’t put a label on exactly but you can’t imagine being with anyone but him and vice versa. I can imagine Titus also being a bit thrown off from these feelings (Astartes brainwashing crashed.exe), but he doesn’t…dislike it. And the further the relationship progresses the more he allows himself to feel them. Leading to the dicking down of a lifetime. They’re both letting themselves be a little selfish. Something/someone that’s theirs and theirs alone. Just this once.

or something like that. that’s just a bare bones outline and can be altered as anyone sees fit. but this is my little version.

sorry for the novel.

- 😈🐈‍⬛

God I would do fucking unspeakable things for Titus, let me clean his quarters all day, and then when he gets back I can spend time on my back worship the Emperor with him ❤️

I love the idea of Titus falling for someone that doesn’t know about his past or even better simply doesn’t care. He just wants to move on.

[chaoticbardlady99]

Nobody's Fool (Astarion x GN! Reader) Part 4

Synopsis: Astarion kissed Shadowheart during Truth or Dare and then he kisses you in the heat of Battle. You and Astarion have a heart to heart after he refuses to give back your bedroll. Astarion realizes how much he needs you and wants you around.

CW: Dead dove, fighting violence (beating the heck out of Nere)

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“Hold it!” 

 “Easy now! Let’s not do anything hilarious!” He says all too quickly to the Deep Gnome.

“Shut your mouth hoon or I’ll shut you down.”

 He really hates Gnomes and this certainly isn’t helping. 

 Astarion could not be more horrified with the situation in front of them right now and you are in shock- the amount of ‘blow up dust’ as you so ungraciously called it, could quite literally destroy every single person in this room. 

 Gods, Astarion adores you. Only you would panic and yell, “GUYS THAT’S A LOT OF BLOW UP DUST!” 

 Karlach is laughing hysterically out of fear and Gale looks like he may actually shit himself. Astarion is somehow the calmest individual here and that doesn’t bode very well for him. He isn’t keen on planning and with you out of commission, Karlach on the verge of hysteria, and Gale, oh so usually fearless Gale, is having second thoughts about this adventure, it’s up to Astarion to keep you all from imploding. 

 “DO NOT TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” the Gnome roars, earning a roll of Astarion’s eyes, “state your business.”

“W-we are here because we really need some of that powered, “ you say awkwardly, “you are Philomeena? I presume?” 

“What’s to say?” Her thick accent grinds on his ear drums, “you’re Nere’s bootlicker- saw you sail in. A godsdamned True Soul.

“Better to die in this shit heap than moonrise. If you want me- come get me.”

 Astarion takes over the conversation from there and manages to talk her down and she retreats- leaving them just enough to free Nere and the Deep Gnomes trapped in the rock fall. 

“I suppose romance is dead,” Gale tsks, “that Gnome is heartless.” 

“Eh,” Astarion shrugs, “I’m not entirely surprised- that ‘lover’ of hers is rather annoying.” 

“Annoying?” You whirl around, looking very confused, “what in the hells do you mean by annoying?” 

 You are the emotional equivalent of a poofy cat right now and Astarion had a feeling something may eventually strike one of your nerves.

 The group had played a massive game of Truth or Dare the night before. Shadowheart, for whatever reason, dared Astarion to kiss her. He figured it was just in good fun- no big deal.

 He is beginning to think that he may have been sorely, sorely mistaken and so does Shadowheart- and coincidentally, Karlach.

 Their line of thought had been that you may finally make your move.

 It backfired miserably. 

 You talked to him throughout the night like you normally do, but you weren’t nearly as forthcoming with your own answers, and you told him you didn’t know if you were up for a cuddle. You said you just “had a bad dream the night before and I don’t want to wake you up from all my thrashing. It usually accompanies the second night.” 

 He knows it’s utter shit. He saw how heartbroken you looked and the way you seemed to indulge in far more wine than you usually do. You decided you were over the game after a few more rounds and decided to go to bed- he didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t sure if you would want his comfort or not so he joined you a bit later- certainly space would be the best thing he could provide.

 It once again occurred to him that that was not the direction to go after Shadowheart and Karlach confronted him after everyone else went to sleep.

“Now they are going to think you don’t care at all!” 

“Fangs- if you want to fix this, I suggest you go sprinting that way sooner than later.” 

 “I merely meant that she seems a wee bit clingy, my Dear,” he says nonchalantly, “all that worrying over someone who doesn’t feel the same would be exhausting.”

“It is.” 

 You are turning around before anyone can even say a word. 

“I’m sorry, Fangs,” Karlach whispers before racing to catch up with you. 

 He sighs heavily- he should be next to you right now. 

“Trouble in paradise?”

 Astarion scowls, “I don’t need your advice, Gale, I have standards.” 

“Maybe, but I’m not the one who hurt Tav’s feelings by kissing my ex- fling,” he states matter of factly, “you know how much they care for you- you didn’t think to tell Shadowheart, ‘no’?” 

“I-“ Astarion goes to defend himself but then realizes that, unfortunately, Gale is right. Only he has no idea how to say no. It never occurred to him that he would be allowed to tell other people no- not just you.

“I don’t think less of you, Astarion,” Gale says promptly, “I am no stranger when it comes to the topic of love.

“You should do something meaningful for them.” 

“And whatever the hells can I do!?” He tries not to sound so whiny and desperate, “they despise me right now and why wouldn’t they!?” 

 And that is when Gale drops the bomb of all bombs.

 He told Astarion your first date plans for him- sea shell hunting, a bottle of wine, and just getting to know each other. At the time it may have made him scoff and make fun of you- what a ridiculous concept, taking him to collect seashells. 

 Only now, he wants to do that more than anything, but you have already crossed the river and you all have yet to get Nere’s head in one of your bags for the Myconoid colony. He isn’t even entirely sure there are seashells down here!

 He stands firm in his resolve- he will continue to act as if nothing is different, maybe be more affectionate, and then when you all finally make it out of the Underdark and if there is a decent beach near the Crèche- he is going to take you on the date of the Century and you won’t have to question his affections ever again.

 It is bad for his plan- after all. 

  He follows you and Karlach as you make the trek back to the slaves and the slavers attempting to free Nere and the others trapped behind the rock wall. 

 You still avoid his gaze when you talk to the Deep Gnomes and the Duergar- informing them that you have the solution to all their problems and then some.

 Everything pops off instantly- you are rage filled and Nere being an ass earns him a thunder wave that sends him flying backwards.

 The fight is brutal and Astarion is keeping up with Nere in the mess of battle around them- you protect him with sanctuary and give him as many advantages as you are able while also making sure the others are equally as taken care of. 

 “ASTARION!” 

 Astarion ends Nere and turns just in time to see an enlarged Duergar come stumbling towards him- grabbing him by the head before flinging him towards the Lava. 

 If he’s being completely honest- it’s not the worst death he could experience and he isn’t all that upset about it.

 However, he never does get devoured by the lava below. You jumped in time to grab him and he forgot that you had consumed a potion of flying and elixir of giant strength before the battle. You were hyper worried about the lava and he supposes he is grateful for it as you both go rolling onto one of the rock platforms floating like a ship.

 Astarion begins to feel the impact of the situation he had been about to experience. He supposes it probably wouldn’t have been that pleasant of an experience, but still not the worst.

 You, on the other hand, risked your sanity and innocence for him- not even knowing if you would be able to get to him or not. 

 The battle continues to roar around both of you, but his attention is entirely on you. 

 You care for him- really care for him- and he has come to really care for you too. How can you not see how much he cares about you? How are you still clouded by his regretful rejection!?  

 “Are you okay?” You are a sweaty, horribly panicked mess, “are you hurt? Any scratches? What about-“

 You are cut off by his lips against yours and his hands cupping your face. 

  You look dazed when he finally stops and thankfully, he is able to recover somewhat and sends an arrow flying at the duergar that was about to shoot you. 

 You both re-engage in the battle- now using ranged attacks to cover each other and the others. 

 It feels like eons before it ends, but you never leave each other’s side and he could do this for as long as needed as long as you are nearby. If your safety and his safety are in question, he will not leave until both of you are safe. The idea of abandoning you, in spite of how afraid he is, makes him sick. 

 You give him a weak smile by the time it’s over- you are obviously overheated and feeble. Sweat drips down your face and neck- he supports you and Gale helps to teleport you both over. 

 Astarion beheads Nere like he promised he would and the trek back to camp feels like an eternity. He is even feeling overheated and that is saying something. 

  You go with the rest of the women to clean up and that leaves Astarion to wonder if he crossed the line. Maybe he misread all the signs and you have been over him for a while now. 

 A sigh of relief leaves his mouth when you enter the tent- you look torn by his presence and you sit crisscrossed with your hands folded across your chest.

“You have to choose.”

“I-I beg your pardon?” he scoffs.

“You either kiss me or you kiss Shadowheart, but I can’t keep feeling confused and heartbroken like this. I know you rejected me, but that still doesn’t mean you can play with my feelings.”

 Astarion feels a lump form in his own throat- he didn’t realize how much he had hurt you with his actions. He knew to some extent they hurt you, but he hadn’t realized that this had maybe been an ongoing issue for you and the majority of his actions have been kind of confusing. 

“I choose you,” he states quickly, “I’m surprised that is even a question at this point, Darling.”

“I- WHAT DO YOU MEAN!?” You sputter, “You rejected me!” 

“And I told you I regretted it!”

“When!?”

“That day on the beach!”

 You look dumbfounded and like you have no idea what he is even talking about. It takes you a few more moments until it seems to click, but then you just look even more annoyed.

“That was barely anything!”

“To you maybe!”

 You guffaw, an adorable pout on your face, “then why did you kiss her again?”

“It was for a game,” he rolls his eyes with exasperation, feeling agitated beyond belief, “if I knew this would be this much of a headache, I wouldn’t have come into your tent or kissed you today.” 

 He realizes what he says almost immediately after saying it. Your face is incredibly still and you look really, really hurt. 

 You get up and grab your bed roll- storming towards the entrance.

“Darling-“

 You swat his hand away, but he’s not about to give up that easily. He grabs for anything and you are fighting over your bedroll now.

“Give it back, Astarion!” 

“Absolutely not- not until you forgive me and agree to stay!” 

 “I’m not ready to!”

“Then I guess you won’t get your bedroll or sleep!” 

 The two of you stare at each other, neither party budging and when you do a test pull, he narrows his eyes at you and holds the sleeping bag even tighter. 

 Admittedly, the idea of you walking away from him while you are still upset makes him feel like he’s been flayed. He doesn’t want to sit agonizing about what his punishment may be if you decide you are never able to forgive him. His brain is going to extremes- you will either never speak to him again, kick him out, stake him, return him to Cazador, or you will serve Cazador level punishment. 

 He knows you wouldn’t do any of those things in his rational brain- you probably just need a moment to breathe-but his nervous system is alight with fear and worry. His brain is telling him he cannot let you walk out of your tent until this is resolved. 

 You pull on it again and his grip only tightens more- that’s when he becomes aware of the fact that he is shaking and he hasn’t blinked or breathed in a moment. Not a sound has escaped him- he oozes worry and fear. 

 He doesn’t want to go back to how things were before he gave you the Restoration Amulet- he doesn’t want to lose his cuddle time with you or your affection or gain your hatred.

 He doesn’t want you to realize what Cazador had so long ago- Astarion is a nuisance, a dumb ass, and a fool. He’s naive and ridiculous- unloveable at best. 

 He doesn’t want you to see him that way, but maybe it’s too late now. Maybe the damage is already done and this is only making it worse.

“Astarion?” Your voice is soft and your head is tilted, “it’s okay- I can be upset with your actions and vice versa without something bad happening. I just- well I guess I needed some time to cool off.” 

 He can’t speak- his body has shut down entirely. When did that happen? His body is disconnected from his brain and he is floating in space. He feels so far away from you and it makes him want to cry like a pathetic child who is afraid of a monster under the bed. 

 He needs you and he doesn’t want to admit it.

“Astarion?” 

 The way he let’s go of the bed roll is almost robotic.

“No worries, Darling,” his mask comes up again- something he hasn’t felt the need to do in a while, “go, cool off or whatever it is you need to do. I will find something else to preoccupy my time.” 

 He turns back towards his stuff in your tent- maybe he should pack it up? Give you a night to yourself? 

 Maybe he should start heading towards Baldur’s Gate and attempt to free himself from Cazador. It will likely end in his death, but maybe that is for the better. Nobody needs a broken piece of garbage hanging around. 

 A gentle hand on his shoulder makes him stiffen even more, but your scent and the sound of your heartbeat are enough to keep him from lashing out in fear. 

 “Astarion- please stand up and look at me- please.”

 He does as he’s told because what else can he do? You are mad at him and he can’t afford to lose you. 

 Astarion, in his haze, is confused by the sad look on your face. You should be elated- he is broken and ready to be used for whatever you need. Whatever you want- as long as it means you will come back to him by morning and you won’t think less of him than you probably already do. 

 Your hands gently move to his cheeks and your eyes are boring into his empty, unblinking, spacey ones. He can hear your heartbeat racing- your response to the monster in your tent. However, you could not be more gentle, caring, and brave.

“Come back to me, Star,” you whisper, “you’re safe here with me. I care about you so much.” 

“I am fine, Darling.”

“No, you aren’t,” you frown and your eyes begin to look watery, “I can see you, Astarion. You are panicking. I am so sorry. Everything is okay- I am not going to leave you or hurt you and I still think the world of you. It was just a… well I don’t know what it was, but it’s okay. I promise.”

 It’s like the first rays of sun through the tent in the morning- your voice calls to him as it does when he is having nightmares. 

 The person who hid away long ago, the 39 year old boy who had been tricked- is peering through the fog and at you. Astarion feels as desperate as he did the moment he was dying- he needs help and instead of Cazador looming over him, you are offering a healing hand. 

 The boy who needed someone like you is awakening within him as you continue to coax him back to life. His tears are falling, his heart is broken- he isn’t sure he wants to be experiencing the cathartic sensation of finally letting go of some of the pain that has been etched into his body- into his soul. 

 He also didn’t mean to make the situation about himself, but you don’t seem to mind. Of course you don’t- why would you? You are you.

“You are safe here with me. I won’t let anyone hurt you- I won’t ever hurt you. I promise. Just like I know you won’t let anyone hurt me.” 

 You trust him to keep you safe. You believe that he is capable of doing so.

 The entire dam breaks- he bursts into tears uncharacteristically and his sobs are broken and raw. Astarion holds onto you like Karlach does Clive. 

 He doesn’t remember when you hugged him back, but he is finally brought completely back after several moments of embracing each other. Your shoulder is drenched in tears and he is still shaking, but he is more aware now.

 Safe. It is safe here. 

 “I didn’t mean it,” he whispers.

“I know you didn’t.”

“I shouldn’t have said that.”

“I forgive you,” you say firmly, “I-I was upset and I know other people being displeased hasn’t been the best experience for you. I will try to communicate my frustrations and needs better next time.” 

“And I won’t do something as stupid as kiss Shadowheart again.”

“You are allowed to do whatever you please.”

“I know and I will actually tell her, ‘no’.”

 Your brows are furrowed, “what do you mean?”

“Gale made me realize that I am allowed to say no.”

 You blink a few times, a flash of guilt crosses your face, and then you press a quick kiss to his cheek- it’s your turn to wipe his tears away and you smile at him sadly.

“You are always allowed to say no and if someone has an issue with it, then they are going to have to answer to those fangs and my long sword.” 

 Your words are like music to his ears.

 He takes your bed roll from the ground, rolls his out as it should be and then covers it with yours. You both climb into the covers- your body heat is like an antidote to his poisoned mind. The fear continues to ebb away. 

 Astarion lays his head against your chest and you stroke his hair. He hums happily against your sweat sheened skin. Your tank top sticks to you, but the spots where he lays seem to be drying up a bit more. 

 He loves how fundamentally alive you are. Astarion has never been able to enjoy another person’s presence and cuddling is the only act that has never been ruined for him. He loves the ability to hear your heart thrumming through your chest and your blood in your veins. Every breath reminds him to breath and he seems to always follow your rhythm. His favorite is when you fall asleep.

 Your breathes are soft and slow- your heart is lazy and you are in a deep, deep sleep. You have a predator cuddling with you- one that you have given permission to drink from you at any point- and yet you sleep as sound as a babe. Your trust in him means more than words could ever say. 

 How many nights had he spent terrified and afraid in Cazador’s company? Or in the kennels? Sometimes even locked away in a crypt and once his own coffin!

 The night he would have a moment for a cuddle, he would lay against them or vice versa, but he knew their death was on the way and it felt wrong. It felt like he was lying to them and it bothered him more than he would ever openly admit to anyone- well, besides you maybe. 

 Now, he listens to the heartbeat of the ‘Hero’ in the grand scheme of things and he knows he will awaken to you tomorrow morning. You will have a smile on your face and lead this group to that Gods awful forge- bravery and confidence in your stance even though you are basically facing impossible odds. 

 And he trusts you. Astarion will be by your side with both of his daggers ready to strike at your word and he knows the same goes for you towards him. 

  For the first time in 200 years, Astarion lets himself believe that he may truly end up being free of Cazador. As long as you are by his side, anything is possible.

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[fayeforrosie]

Don't Make a Sound

Karaoke Nights Pt 2

Yunjin X Fem! Reader

Yunjin takes you to her dorm after finding herself having a lot more fun than she should've with you, and you know the night ahead will be one to remember

Read Karaoke Nights Pt 1 here

Warnings- Swearing, use of cannabis, sexual themes, choking, literally just pure smut

Word Count- 3.8k

There was a comfortable silence surrounding the Lesserafim dorms, all members sleeping peacefully in their separate rooms, lights dimmed low and the air conditioning being the only noise heard in all.

Chaewon had texted Yunjin asking of her whereabouts, and after getting a sincere responds, and her safety guaranteed, Chaewon allowed herself to get the sleep she needed, dismissing the fact that she could slightly hear the sound of faint laughter coming from the front door, thinking it was just Yunjin being obnoxious again.

You stumbled against the front door, Yunjin's hand wrapped over your mouth in attempt to contain your laughter as she fumbled with her keys. Just as she finally unlocked the door, before she could open it the idol looked down at you.

"You better be quiet when we walk in, got it?" She demanded in a stern yet almost unserious tone, and you found it a bit arousing.

"Yes master", you said sarcastically, earning an almost deafening laugh from Yunjin before she threw her hand to her mouth and disguised herself.

"You really are something", the girl mutters before slowly creaking the door ajar.

The two of you begin to tip-toe in, your hand in Yunjin's while she leads the way to her private room. You hear a floorboard creak bellow you, and the two of you stop like a deer in headlights, scared that it might have woken somebody up, but after a few seconds of stillness, you continue.

Finally Yunjin slowly pushes her own door open, holding it for you as you lead the way in.

Yunjin's dorm was different from what you expected. It might have been a stupid assumption, but you thought that maybe all idols would have a cute little room with adorable little princess posters, stuffed animals decorating their bed with fairy lights wrapped around the headboard. You were wrong, however, because Yunjin's room was nothing like you would think it would be.

She firstly had various records against her gray walls, different sizes in different areas, and additionally, she had a few posters of some music artists you could recognize. Nonetheless, a few things catching your attentions was the immense amount of clothes and items pilled onto her floor, almost too crowded for you to even walk, and you noticed an ashtray beside her bed in the shape of what seemed to be Michael Scott, which you thought was funny. The idol had a tapestry that was most likely an unserious thing, as it had Bertram from Jeese with a pride flag on his left cheek on it, and that was probably your favorite accessory here.

"I like the tapestry", you commented, and Yunjin came from behind you, her left hand rested atop of your butt with her head leaning on your shoulder. She was still a little high, so Yunjin had no problem being so touchy with you, and anyway, you seemed to enjoy it just as much as she did.

"Thanks", she smirked, her head tilted as you felt her teeth up against your neck.

You were on the verge of responding to her gratitude, however your breath instantly hitched when Yunjins lips began to move against the skin on your neck. Her lips were the softest pair you have ever had graze your body, the texture not far from what you would imagine a cloud to be.

"I'm obsessed with your body", Yunjin expresses, her hands complementing her remark as she slides them across your waist. You lean your head back on her shoulder, giving the idol free access to the entirety of your neck, and Yunjin doesn't hesitate to take advantage of what she is given, her tongue sliding across the bottom of your neck before her lips connect to your skin, already forming a hickey.

"Have you ever been fucked by a woman before", Yunjin questions, her hands still wandering free.

You shake your head, because although you have had a few sexual encounters with woman, you wouldn't exactly label them as getting fucked, more just a quick thing where a girl would go down on you in the bathroom of some party, or something like that.

"Good."

Yunjin lets go of your body and pushes you towards the bed, and you stumble to lay on your back, quickly smiling when you see the idol crawl over to you. Once level with your face, the American attaches her lips onto yours, moaning at how much she missed this feeling already.

Yunjin wastes no time in sliding her tongue into your mouth, her left hand beginning to make its way towards your neck, slowly wrapping around it, as if she was testing the waters, seeing how you would react. When she squeezes tighter, eliciting a moan from you, she knows she can be rough.

"Are you still high?" Yunjin asks you, her lips now painting a portrait on your jawline.

"A little, but I know what I'm doing", you respond.

"Good, because I'm starting to sober up, and I just want to make sure this is what you want."

Your hand rubs the back of her neck, your other squeezing her waist to ground yourself.

"I want this more than anything Yunjin", you lean slightly down, striving to reach the idol's lips, and Yunjin comes to notice this, tilting her head and connecting her lips to yours earnestly, tongue already equipped to explore your mouth.

"I want to eat your pussy so bad", Yunjin claims between kisses breathlessly, "your lips already taste like heaven", she moves her hand down to your clothed folds, rubbing against them subtly, "I wonder how you taste here."

You can't help but open your mouth, a hushed moan easily slipping off your tongue before you can hold it back, and it tickles the back of Yunjin's neck.

"Yunjin", your hands, while they previously were rubbing the back of her neck, are now clawing, in desperate need for her to do something to your body, anything.

"What baby, tell me."

You don't know if your senses are still fuzzy from the weed that you only imagined her calling you that, but it still wakes the butterflies inside your stomach once again.

"Please", you frantically beg, voice at a whisper, careful to not wake her members.

Yunjin doesn't like how you aren't expressing yourself, so she takes her hand away from your pants and places it against your cheek, forcing you to look at her.

Her thumb rubs along your bottom lip, and you open your mouth like you had done in the booth before, but the idol only laughs at you and pushes your face to look into an opposite direction, leaning to whisper in your ear.

"You're so quick to open that perfect mouth of yours for me aren't you", she plants a kiss on the shell of your ear, and your hand comes up to your mouth to block the sounds practically begging to come out.

"You want me so bad, don't you?"

You nod, hand still covering your mouth, and Yunjin despises that, so she grabs your jaw and forces you to look at her again, gripping a little harsher than intended.

"I'm not going to fuck your stupid little cunt until you answer me", Yunjin remarks sternly, eyebrows furrowed as if she was seriously mad, and in your perspective, you would think she was indeed upset.

"Yes Yunj-"

"Call me Jen", Yunjin cuts you off, her hold on your jaw loosening slightly. Being called Jen, a nickname she is referred to by only her closest of friends, was something she always wanted to be called by her romantic partner, and she doesn't know why she requested for you to do so, but it could be a thought for another time.

"O-ok... Jen", your eyes are trained on her, and while you are moderately intimidated, and a bit turned on by her glare, you decide to let the situation take over your body, so you leave all your nerves behind and give the woman on top of you what she wants.

"I want you to crawl to the bottom of the bed, get down in front of my pussy, and eat me out", you demand assertively, your gaze holding hers, as if the two of you were in a game, the loser being the one who broke off the stare in an act of intimidation.

"There you go", Yunjin uses her thumb on your bottom lip to open your mouth again, but you refuse to act further, afraid she might pull away, however your eyes broaden as you see her subsequently spit into your mouth, tasting her very own saliva on the base of your tongue, and she closes your mouth once again with a push under your chin.

"I guess you do know how to use that fucking mouth", she lightly taps your cheek before making her way to the middle of your thighs, hovering over your zipper of your pants.

She grasps onto the button, undoing the clasp before sliding down the zipper underneath. She slowly grabs onto the top of your pants, steadily bringing them down, taking her sweet time as a way to tease you, possibly for taking so long to answer her, or for her own foreplay pleasure, and once your pants reach your knees, you take it upon yourself to kick them off.

Once your pants are ridden to the opposite side on the room, Yunjin leans down to face the center of your underwear, hurriedly sliding those off, antithetical to how she was with your pants, and once the idol catches sight of what's in front of her, Yunjin practically drools.

"So fucking beautiful", Yunjin professes, her middle finger tracing across your folds, collecting a trail of your wetness before she places the same finger into her mouth, moaning at the taste, and you twitch from the sudden contact.

After getting a taste of you on her finger, Yunjin immediately knew she needed more, so without wasting a second, Yunjin pulled your legs under her shoulder and dove her head straight into your aching cunt. She closed her eyes, imagining the taste as something creating by the Gods from above, as if she was tasting the sweet nectar of an angel, and quite frankly, she was.

"God", Yunjin mumbled before attaching her lips to your clit, flicking her tongue across speedily in a way that made you audibly moan, forgetting about the circumstances, and you instantly brought a hand up to cover your mouth, your opposite one tangled in Yunjin's hair.

The way Yunjin's tongue jerked skillfully across your swollen clit, her fingers digging into your waste as her lips sucked harshly over were her tongue would brush, sent you into heaven. Your grip on her hair tightened and your head flew back, now faced with her white ceiling, still not sober enough to be able to tell the distance in which it had with your head, but the way Yunjin was eating your pussy so well, you might as well be seeing stars rather than a plane white wall.

"Fuck Jen, it feels so good", you moan silently as you grip the sheets below you with your right hand.

You begin to grind into Yunjin's face, hips rolling up in a middling pace, and with how good you taste, and how much of your cunt is smothered over Yunjin's mouth, the idol suddenly gets the urge to have more. To have more of you. To have more of your pussy. She can't just have her head in between your legs, she needs to have you on her.

When Yunjin pulls away, you moan at the discomfort of no longer having the warmth of her mouth, and you are about to complain but by the speed in which Yunjin was changing her position, you got the idea that she was planning something.

Yunjin's back collides with the mattress, now laying across from you.

"Come here", Yunjin asserts, and you lift yourself up with your elbow, an impatient Yunjin waiting for you to get on with it, and when you begin to wrap your leg to straddle the idol, she lets her restlessness get the best of her and pulls you harshly onto her, grabbing your waste to steady you.

You lean down and collide your lips with hers, mouth open as her tongue instantly enters, her hand finding itself comfortable on your neck.

"Sit on my face", Yunjin breathlessly whispers in your ear, laying a kiss on your cheek before you obey her words, getting off your knees and shuffling over to her face, now hovering her.

Yunjin looks up to face you, feeling a pool of wetness in her own cunt arise when she sees how you look above her, your pussy practically already dripping onto her lips.

The idol wraps her arms around your thighs and pulls you down eagerly, her tongue darting out and inserting itself into your hole, her lips anxiously sucking.

"God Jen, fuck!" You place one hand on her head while the other steadies your body by holding onto the adjacent head board. You go back to grinding on her mouth, this time you speedily moved your hips in order to chase your inevitable high.

"Yes god baby", your eyes are still trained on the ceiling, and you feel yourself getting closer and closer, "I'm gonna cum Jen."

Hearing this, Yunjin works her tongue faster, her right hand slipping down to her own pussy as she rubs her clit to the sounds of your impatient moans, feeling that she is going to cum with you as well.

You dig your teeth into your hand, a muffled moan screeching off your tongue as you finally reach your high. You move your hips rapidly, riding out your orgasm, unknowingly assisting Yunjin in her attempt to finish, her fingers rubbing hastily across her clit, her own moan enveloped by your cunt.

"Fuck Jen that felt so good", you comment, not before Yunjin laps up every last drop of liquid that escaped you.

You now lay beside her, chest rising and falling while you tried to catch your breath. Your high felt so good, it might have sobered you up to the point where you could easily speak for yourself and act upon whatever you wished.

"Stay here", Yunjin mutters, planting a kiss on your lips and getting up from the bed.

"I don't think I have anywhere to go", you laugh to yourself, however you don't hear anything from Yunjin, that is until your ears perk at the sound of a draw opening, and seconds later the bed dips with Yunjins body.

"Sit up", the idol says, and that's when you notice what was attached to her hips; a excessively sizeable strap.

Yunjin adjusts herself so she is now behind you, her hands enfolding your waist, and you feel her bare chest up against the skin of your back. You didn't even notice she took her shirt off, so you sneakily turn your head in the slightest to catch a glimpse of her breasts, and when your little mission is complete, you turn back around in satisfaction.

"What was that?" Yunjin huffs a giggle out, lightening the mood, however her hands failing to support her tone when they slide down to your distended pussy, rubbing through your slit as if she was preparing you for what's to come.

"I didn't realize you took off your shirt", you look back to the girl, and she smiles when she sees your face, kissing your lips swiftly, "I just wanted to see what they looked like."

Yunjin allows her head to fall on your shoulder, laughing at how cute you were.

"I want to see yours as well", Yunjin follows, and then unclasps your bra and rids it to the side, now able to admire your full body. She sighs at how perfect your breasts looked, her hands coming up to squeeze and trace along the curves.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever met", Yunjin complements her words with small kisses scattered across your neck and shoulder.

"Kiss me."

The idol wastes no time in fulfilling your demand, her lips attaching themselves to yours like second nature, sliding together like puzzle pieces.

In the midst of your make out session, Yunjin removes her hand from your waste, bringing it to her strap and aligning it with your entrance.

"Are you ready?" Yunjin whispers, her forehead against yours.

"Please."

Yunjin's hand slides over your mouth, covering it as she enters your pussy, the wetness assisting how easy it was for her to slide in. It takes you a while to adjust, needing a few seconds after she fully bottoms out, and you bite onto her hand, your opposite arm engulfing the back of her head.

"God so good", you moan.

After knowing you were in a comfortable place, Yunjin moves her hips slowly, pumping into your entrance with ease. It's only a minute later that Yunjins begins to move at a faster paste, her hand still over your mouth, knowing you would scream aloud without the help of her.

"Fuck Y/n", Yunjin bites your shoulder, her free hand moving to rub against your piercing clit, "you're pussy feels so good."

How Yunjin whispers into the back of your ear makes the little hairs scattered across your body rise, goosebumps forming on your skin effortlessly, and with how fast Yunjin was going now, you found it hard to conceal your moans, and even with her hand covering your mouth, your noises began to get more and more audible.

"You better be fucking quiet", Yunjin mutters, "wouldn't want any of the members coming in here and seeing such a slut bounce on my cock."

Her dirty talk does no help in keeping you quiet, and Yunjin knows this, but does nothing to help, teasing you to your breaking point.

"You like this huh?" Yunjin spits down onto your breast, spreading her saliva across and squeezing your hardened nipple.

"You like being treated like a fucking whore", the rubbing of Yunjins fingers on your clit intensifies, "you better keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut before someone catches you."

Your head flies backwards onto her neck and you scream her name into the girls hand, clawing at her neck behind you as you bounce mercilessly on her dick.

"Now baby...", Yunjin slows her pace down, "I'm going to take my hand off of your mouth, and I'm going to fuck your tiny little cunt until your legs are shaking on my bed, and I swear to fucking god if you so much as even make a noise, I'm going to shove this cock down your throat so you can't make them anymore. Got it?"

You swear you could cum just off of what the woman behind you said, your cunt already tightening around her cock, and all you can do is allow a tear to slip from your eye and nod your head.

Just then, Yunjin removes her hand from your mouth, placing it below your chin.

"Spit", she declares, and you do just that, biting your lip to hold in your moan when Yunjin uses your own saliva to rub your clit rapidly.

Subsequently, the idol pushes you down so you are on all fours, and you feel too weak that you can barely even hold yourself up from your shoulders.

Yunjin doesn't stop pounding into you from the back, her hand colliding against your ass too many times for you to count, and you find it a bit hypocritical that she was making an immense amount of noise above you, all the while demanding you mustn't mutter a single word while she fucked you this hard.

Your head is deep into the sheets, tears at the brim of your eyes once again and you find it insanely hard to not let out any noises.

"I'm close", you whisper, just loud enough for Yunjin to hear and pick up her pace.

You can't take it anymore when the girl grabs your hair and pulls it back, finding everything all too arousing to handle.

"Nothing to hide your moans anymore", Yunjin smirks, knowing well of what she's doing.

"I'm going to make you cum on this cock and you're gonna stay fucking silent."

One last pound into your G-spot sends you into complete and utter abyss, and you open your mouth to release a prolonged round of moans imploring to escape, but you think back to what Yunjin asked you to do, and you hold it in to the best of your ability, body jerking as a result of the unreleased tension. You think you hear Yunjin mutter a 'good girl' behind you, but you are too high on lust to even notice.

"Fuck", you breath, "that was so good."

-

"So have you ever fucked a fan before?" You question.

All the lights were turned off in Yunjin's room now, the two of you lay beside each other, staring up at the ceiling, high once again after smoking a newly rolled blunt.

"Yeah every night."

You look over to the idol, only to see she was already looking at your with a goofy smile, and that's when you realize she's joking, so you unconsciously let out a sigh of relief.

"Believe it or not but you're my first one", she smiles.

"Wow... it's an honor."

"Oh yeah?" You can practically hear Yunjin's smirk beside you.

"Shut up, you're too cocky."

"Well", Yunjin faces you again, her head now rested securely atop of her hand, "my cockiness brought me you. If I wasn't cocky enough to make a move, maybe we wouldn't be here."

"Oh save it, I was the one who made the move", you smile and place your head on your hand like Yunjin had done, facing her.

"What? I was totally the one to do it!"

"If that's what helps you sleep at night", you laugh, earning a soft push on your chest, and when you come back, Yunjin grab your neck and softly pulls you to her, connecting her lips to yours.

"I want to see you again", the idol mumbles against you.

"Me too", you smile.

"Let's get coffee tomorrow. No drugs or anything, just us two."

You raise your eyebrows at the girl, "are you asking me on a date?"

"I'm not asking", Yunjins thumb runs across your cheek softly, "I'm telling you."

"And what if I say no?" You giggle.

"You wouldn't", the idol arrogantly cracks.

"You're right", you shake your head in defeat and Yunjin's smile brightens.

"So it's a date?" She infers, and you nod contentedly.

"It's a date."

~

Yahhhh part 2!!! The end part kind of looks rushed lol, but i hope everyone liked it:)) i almost never write smut so it was definitely something new to me, but ill work on getting better🙏🙏 I love you all thank you for your support<33

Next up... The Only One I Want Pt 5;)

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Belt appreciation. // Alex Turner X Reader! (Smut)

Prompt: It's literally a smut based on your fixation on his belt; and the man himself! (a belt appreciation smut fic).

Words: 2,7k

Alex tried to maintain a casual demeanor, but as your gaze wandered over him in the room, he felt like he was on stage under a spotlight. His cheeks were warm and flushed. You lay sprawled on the bed, wrapped in the sheets and still immersed in his scent. He needed to leave earlier than usual to make the most of the band's time at the studio, which led him to wander around the room quietly.

If it weren’t for the gentle kisses on your forehead and neck before he got up, you wouldn’t have stirred. However, you couldn't imagine starting your day without his morning affection. Alex always took his time getting ready, often spending hours in the bathroom. With the door slightly ajar, you could see his bare back as he brushed his teeth, and the silence of the morning allowed you to hear his footsteps.

You found amusement in watching him choose his clothes. He selected a long-sleeved striped button-up and flare jeans. Observing, you saw him slide his arms into the shirt (making you wish you were the fabric), leaving it unbuttoned, and then pull on the jeans, adjusting them right above his white underwear. Your breath eagerly following how outlined and settled to the left he was in the thin fabric. His fingers delicately wound the slim belt, revealing his graceful hands with prominent veins. As he slowly fastened the leather and looked up, his eyes met yours with a goofy pout. Your body felt as though it had frozen, and when his smile, accompanied by a soft sigh, filled the room, you got lighter despite his wet hair and slightly swollen face all over you. He was undeniably handsome.

You murmured, your voice heavy and whiny, "You're keeping me from sleeping, Bambi." The previous night still weighed on your body, making you shiver slightly. Alex laughed in that endearing way you loved, with the little crinkles at the corners of his caramel eyes becoming more pronounced and some appearing just above his cheekbones.

“You don't seem to want to sleep," he said, his accent rich and deep, marking his first words of the day. You looked up at him, noticing his soft swollen belly that seemed just right for a kiss and his chest rising with slow, deep breaths. It was okay if he left and his shirt wasn’t as neat as it could be, right?

Sometimes, you wished you could be firmer with Alex, or at least appear to have control, you disliked thinking that the band might resent you for his delays. But there you were, welcoming him back into bed with open arms, your hands getting lost in the damp strands of his neck as he murmured relief in your ear, feeling your touch. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and his body weight settled comfortably over yours. He was so yours. His cold fingers rested on the warmth of your hips, beneath The Stone Roses shirt. It felt so good to have him close.

You held him tighter in your embrace, not wanting him to leave. The jeans brushed against your thighs, the belt buckle graze you, eliciting laughter that was purely from satisfaction, as if you had been expecting that exact moment. He kissed your face, trailing his chin along your skin, and you closed your eyes, savoring the texture of his growing beard against your face.

"I really like the belt, it hugs your tiny body so well.” You sounded on the verge of tears. Finding your drama amusing, Alex held you close, making your hips movements more fluid; he clearly bought into your idea. You don't need much pressure to feel him through the fabric. A few minutes ago he was in front of you, half swollen, putting on his jeans, and now he was heavy with how you were rubbing against him. The leather of his belt was pure pleasure for you. "Are you jealous of him?" There was a breathy pause; he didn’t need much from you, as his chest was already as out of rhythm as yours. "It's just that, well, you can have contact with my skin–just like my clothes.”

Your mind felt sluggish, surrendered to him. Given the time, you wouldn’t have thought about it if not for Alex’s disjointed words along with your louder sighs. You carefully slowed down, your fingers gripping the soft collar of his shirt; the tips of your fingers were lighter from the friction. His rosy lips parted with a delightful sound. You smiled at him, and he did the same back, understanding then lying down beside you. It felt like a sleepover, with neither of you caring about the time. As if it were nine o'clock at night the day before and he could exhaust your body while your saliva was present on his pillow; but there it was your turn.

You settled more comfortably on top of him, your posture upright, wanting him to have a full view of you. As your knees spread and pressed around him, creating more friction, you knew that it would leave a mark on his blue jeans.

“God, I'm wet.” You looked surprised, admiring the stained spot as you ran your fingers over his belt buckle, running your fingers up his belly and chest to pull his shirt aside and get a wide view of your man as you were riding him.

“And I didn't even ‘ave to do anything, lil’ one. You're just too perverted.” You considered arguing, but he was right. He was properly dressed, despite having spent quite a while wandering around the room. He watched your eyebrows raise, ready to protest, only for them to settle as you took in the seriousness of the situation. "Why so quiet, pet? Aren't you gettin’ what you want?” His voice made you lose focus.

As soon as his thumb touched you, your awareness wavered slightly. He rubbed your clit in circles, so lazily, yet firmly. Your head fell back, chest full of air. You pressed yourself against him and all he did was collect your juices on his fingers as he lightly patted your thigh. He grunted in a sigh, as if to let you know he was proud.

"I love it when you leave your mark on my clothes, the rips, stains and your smell. Is that what you're going to do again? Make yourself come on my belt and jeans ‘til I'm marked as yours?” Your eyes welled up; you knew he was saying what you wanted to hear. Although the thoughts were his, they made you feel so vulnerable. Not to mention that years ago, Alex wouldn’t have been so expressive; this had developed over time with you constantly on his mind. He certainly desired you more now than when he first met you, and his love grew proportionately. If you felt good about it, then he did too.

"I'm not possessive, Bambi." You laid your head to the side, nibbling at your lips for him. Your body was warm. Your breath was nonexistent, your hair sticking to your forehead just as Alex’s strands fell over his eyes in a cute fringe.

He pulled his fingers into his mouth, running his tongue over them briefly, sucking all the moisture from them to himself. He groaned in pleasure, making you want to punch him. The mole near his mouth shone like it had been dipped in lip gloss and you were sure it was you.

You leaned in to touch his lips with yours and he concluded, "You're really not – but I wanted to emphasize that I'm yours; to let people know that.” Your smile broadened, impossible to suppress. You kissed his cheek, nipping at the rosy skin and gently pulling it to yourself. He smelled good. The beard was such a great tease. You looked at him for a few seconds, from the scar on his eyebrow to his pointed nose, focusing on his face and the weight of his chest. You kissed him again, more passionately, feeling each of his breaths into you.

His fingers tightened on your shirt, then before anything else could happen, you interrupted him, regaining your composure.

You had a strong liking for his belts, you had your favorites among them, but overall, Alex took them to himself so majestically. Both the thicker or thinner ones. They accentuated his waist nicely, and now that he was boxing again, every time he wore them, the back of his pants looked perfectly rounded, highlighting his thighs as well. Not to mention that it left his belly and waist quite biteable.

“I won't let you touch me now, Alex.” Your intention was to sound whispered, more for yourself than for him to hear. However, it came out sounding authoritative, surprising even you; he laughed at your realization. You were indeed impatient, no longer able to delay it any longer.

Pulling Alex's hands away from your skin, an action he attempted but you avoided, knowing that he would lift or take off your shirt so he could see you better. Every now and then his serene, dark gaze would hover over your hard nipples in his white t-shirt; you wanted to deprive him of that taste. As he frowned, with the visible wrinkle between his eyebrows, his pink mouth watery from not being able to have them on his lips, you felt avenged. “I mean that, Bambi.” He just nodded. He also just wanted to be touched, no matter which way.

Revisiting your idealization of how both the clothes and you could enjoy him, you unfastened the belt buckle with a satisfying click, deliberately pulling the leather through the loop. He lifted his hips, making everything easier. Without much thought, you opened his buttons, pulling the zipper greedily, and he moaned at the touch. He was already as sensitive as you, both of you had a problem with tiredness and moodiness, everything became more vulnerable with that. The white underwear was tight, starting to become slightly transparent with precum. You could see every inch of him without effort, your mouth was also watering with it, if it weren't for wanting it so much you would find more time to have him on your tongue.

With the belt in hand, you chuckled smugly at Alex’s surprise when he noticed you sliding the material around his waist. You placed his wrists next to his sides before tightening them, keeping him still as best you could, and closed the buckle around him. Alex knew he had enough strength to get out of that, but he respected your will and seeing you so confident made him ready than ever. You could tell that by looking at him. His pale skin would surely bruise and you would find yourself enjoying it.

You leaned against his shoulders, your knees firmly planted on the bed. If he could touch you, he would have already slapped your thighs and grabbed your ass tightly so that you were buried in him, but (un)fortunately all you saw was the agony on his rigid face.

“Why so quiet, pet? Isn't that what you wanted?” The words were sweet, yet bittersweet to Alex. However, he had no complaints.

He chuckled, laying his face to the side. His hair was no longer damp, but it fell gracefully over the back of his neck and face. You adjusted yourself better, accommodating him in your wetness. You could feel his entire length through the fabric, then your hips danced around him, every movement designed to keep him warm inside you even with the barrier of his underwear. For you, the friction felt good and the wet noise seemed to be giving little kisses to your clit. Each prolonged sigh from Alex made you want to sit harder on him, and as the minutes passed, it was impossible to avoid it.

His adorable little wrinkle between his eyebrows was present, his cheeks were very red, as were his lips that were open and swollen. As your thigh pressed against him, his abdomen contracted, his chest felt heavy with beads of sweat accumulated in the few hairs; but it was so sexy coming from him. The back of his neck fell back into the pillow, his eyes narrowed and you couldn't help but say, "I know, Bambi. It’s good.” He nodded, consciousness slowly fading. His body was weak, muscles slack, though his hands were clenching around nothing, certain that under normal circumstances your waist would be engraved with his fingers. And somehow, you missed his touch on you as he emptied himself in relief.

The white, warm liquid dripped a little from the fabric, which made you sigh along with him. The soaked sensation was good and following with watching him in his state of ecstasy drove you there too. Not so restrained, you let your body fall on his in exhaustion, your legs aching and your clit throbbing. It was a real good morning, really a truckload of breakfast. Alex looked at you with bright eyes, even though it was hard to keep them open, and smiled as satisfied as you. He kissed your forehead, resting his warm lips on your skin. You felt the leather of the belt on your lower belly and that made you smile silently, realizing Alex whispered, "You can let me go now, little one.”

The words brought you back to reality; you had indeed been in a world where only you and Alex existed. "Oh my god, Al. Has this really taken this long?" You rubbed your eyes, getting up as if you could help him. In contrast, Alex, with his rosy cheeks, remained calm. "I don't think so." He continued lying down, watching as your nervous hands undid the buckle and freed him. He smiled at you, his eyes crinkling, teeth showing. "Alex, they get annoyed with me when you’re late." His brow furrowed in a dismissive gesture, indicating he didn’t care.

"You make me late. It’s not my fault. I was getting ready just like any other normal person." You raised an eyebrow, observing his goofy, playful grin. You were indeed worried; sometimes it was due to reasons like this, but other times it was because Alex insisted on driving you to work. "They don’t mind, love. They only joke ‘bout it ‘cause they know you take it seriously." He hugged you, and that made sense, but it didn’t change the fact that it happened.

He brought his face close to yours, holding your chin then brushing his nose along your cheek. "You could use your day off to come with me today. Watch me sing, have lunch together, and maybe grab coffee in the afternoon too." You felt your body relax; it was a tempting offer. It was hard to handle when he was away, you enjoyed these little moments together.

"Won’t I be in the way?" He shook his head, "Not at all, I’ll be happy to ‘ave you there." Honestly, when you were home, he would send photos and messages now and then, which you found sweet but also wondered how it didn’t disrupt his work. You often warned him about that.

"Alright, you can go ahead; I need to get ready, take a shower..." He nodded, watching you get up in a hurry. "I’ll come with you."

"To the shower?" You looked confused as he checked his phone and showed you a message from Jamie suggesting you join them. You didn’t know the details but thought it was cute that he talked about you with them.

"Yes," he said, noting your reaction. "I kind of expected this; I woke up much earlier than usual; there’s still time." Alex chuckled as you nudged his shoulder, clearly amused. You felt you could have put in a better performance with more time. Nonetheless, Alex was more than happy. "You’re a pest.”

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helloooo can i request headcanons of allies x gn!vampire!reader? some questions for ideas: would they let their s/o drink their blood, who would love it, who would be scared, how would they react to their s/o telling them theyre a vamp. its up to you as to what kind of vampire u wanna write :3 !! i hope this isnt confusing, but ty if u write this !!

hetalia allies with a vampire s/o

1.0k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: mentions of blood and death (obviously)

a/n: getting sick in the summer is so stupid. girl just get better

America

”Woah, you're a vampire? Like from Blade?“ would be his first words once you tell him. It's almost like he doesn't even realize what being a vampire really entails. Which, to be fair, a vampire isn't any weirder than an alien (of which he's met many.)

Most of the time, he just thinks your vampirism is a cool quirk. More like a party trick if anything.

When it comes to feeding, he'd totally let you drink his blood. Not too often, but he doesn't mind. When you first try, he's more excited than anything. Who else's partner can do that?!

(Plus, he'd make it a personal mission to make a burger with enough blood that you can eat it. Seeing you at barbecues makes him too sad not to.)

He probably wouldn’t even remember that vampires are immortal until you’ve been dating for 100 years. Only then would he be like… wait a minute.

Alfred is accepting of a lot of things and is always willing to accommodate your vampiric habits, but don't expect him to suddenly become nocturnal and goth. He's out by 9 pm every night, that's not changing for anyone, supernatural or otherwise.

England

Arthur may seem like he's too stuck in ways to be cool with a vampiric partner, but he's also the guy who is friends with fairies. He probably knew you were a vampire even before you told him.

He doesn't mind at all. Being antisocial and traditional is really what he wants in a partner. Plus, your immortality comforts him greatly. He's possessive and paranoid so it's a real weight off his mind that you can't die by most means.

But, he doesn't appreciate the more gore-y aspects of vampirism much. No, you can't drink his blood unless you're literally on the verge of death. No, you can't bring your blood bags into the house. No, he's not gonna help you hunt. That's your own problem, be home by 6 am.

So, not scared, just uncomfortable.

Hopefully, you're the magic type of vampire, because he really needs some help with his spells, and being able to turn into a bat seems like a step in the right direction.

France

When it comes to your vampirism, Francis is very conflicted. When you tell him, he probably seems like he doesn't care, but that's not entirely true. On the one hand, he's arguably dated much worse, much stranger people, but on the other hand... ew, blood!

He is a little scared of you, especially if you ask to feed on him. He'd agree but burst into tears the moment your fangs get anywhere close to his neck. His love for you is never in doubt, but he'd be lying if he didn't keep a stake stored in his glove compartment. Just in case your friends start calling...

But the more romantic aspects of vampirism, that of immortality and eternal transience, he loves those parts of you. He's happy to finally share a life with someone who'll understand his fairy-tale view of the world.

Plus, he loves the night. If you want to be nocturnal, he'd be out with you most evenings. Just don't let him see you kill people.

China

Yao and a vampire would be a very… turbulent relationship to say the least. His lifestyle is not one a vampire would mesh well with at all, not to mention his superstitions would have you sleeping on the couch (or outside-) most nights.

No way in hell would he let you drink his blood. No. Never. He can get you some weird knock-off blood, just for his own peace of mind, but that's the most he would ever participate in your feeding habits. Don’t talk to him about it, he’ll yell to stop until you do.

Plus, he'd be so, so sad you can't eat his meals. How is he supposed to show he likes you now?!

In general, he'd be very freaked out that you're a vampire. He would say he's not scared, but in reality, he shivers whenever he sees your fangs. Although, he really doesn’t mind having someone who’ll be stuck with him for the rest of foreseeable time. Hopefully, you’re not that young either, he’d love a more traditional partner.

The first time you told him, you were forced out of bed early in the morning so Yao could drag you to some (very shady) religious leader's house to be “cleansed.“

Not a fun experience to have. But, as time goes on, he'd become more trusting and accepting. He has seen much stranger, after all.

Russia

Like a lot of deal-breakers, Ivan could not care less. When you tell him, it's like you said nothing at all. He's a man who's at peace with the supernatural (being somewhat supernatural himself,) so he doesn't mind at all.

If you asked to drink his blood, he'd be up for it! He'd be ecstatic, even. He finds it very romantic and he's always up to try new things. Luckily for you, you could probably suck all his blood and he'd wake up fine the next morning.

If any one of the allies would love your vampirism, it'd be him. He's completely cool with becoming nocturnal (easier to garden) hunting people (good old-fashioned family fun!) and doing weird magic stuff (did you see him come through the floor that one time?)

In fact, he'd probably seek out a vampire partner. It means you'll be with him forever, bonded in blood. (He’ll) you’ll never be alone again!

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shiguang drabble, s2 spoilers, set after end of s2, gay boys being gay, no beta just vibes (now the names should be correct. just lmk :3)

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He hears rustling from the bed above him. A little out of place– Lu Guang falls asleep way before Cheng Xiaoshi, and barely moves. He’s a good bunkmate.

But tonight, it’s almost as if he’s making up for all of Cheng Xiaoshi’s peaceful nights of sleep by turning and readjusting and sliding down the ladder of their bunk.  

Maybe water, a midnight snack. Cheng Xiaoshi needs to go to sleep. 

But he feels a slight nudge to his back. So little that it would’ve done nothing to his sleeping form. So he waits, wondering if Lu Guang had just bumped into him. Maybe he wanted to see what would happen. 

He nudges again, saying his name. It’s really weird how Lu always says his name. Strangely soft and gentle, even in the most dire of situations, like he’s cradling a new mug he’s scared to break.

He hums in response.

“Can I sleep here tonight?”

He would make some snarky remark about how he does sleep here— he sleeps here every night, same room. But he knows that’s not what he means. 

“Sure,” he says simply, and scoots over. 

“Cheng Xiaoshi?”

He shifts, careful not to push the other off of the bed. He’s got these eternal bags under his eyes— to which his question has been answered with because I have to deal with you all day. But it’s been worse recently. Every time he looks at Cheng Xiaoshi since their last mission, he looks like he’s about to cry. 

“Yeah, Lu?” He’s got these grey eyes— everyone says they look soulless, Cheng Xiaoshi thinks they’re dreamy, to say the least. 

“What were you gonna say? When Li Tianchen asked what you would do to save me?”

“Why do you ask?” He deflects. 

“Is it so crazy that I want to know?”

“Well— it’s kind of obvious—“

Because I love you is on the verge of falling from Cheng Xiaoshi’s lips. Scarily close. And Lu Guang knows it— Lu Guang knows everything. He stares, and he’s waiting.

“Is it?”

“You seem awfully persistent,” he remarks, deflecting again. His body tenses up in fear of accidentally touching Lu Guang. They’re close, and he’s backed against the wall. Literally. 

“Please.” It’s not even much of an actual word, more of a sigh, a plea characterized only by the pop of his lips and the whistle of the s. He reaches for Cheng Xiaoshi’s hand, only a small touch of their fingers. A contrast from their usual clap. 

“I don’t wanna scare you,” Cheng Xiaoshi says, honest for the first time. 

“I already know you’d save me. What’s so scary?”

Because I love you. I love you. I love you.

Chung Xiaoshi takes hold of Lu Guang’s fingers, threading them together. He’s always got cold hands, so he brings them to his lips. Not even to kiss, as much as he wants to. Just to feel his own breath against Lu Guang’s hands.

“Is it such a surprise that I’d do anything?” He admits, staring at Lu Guang’s hands. They’re stupidly soft. 

“No. Just seems like a lot.”

When am I not? “Told you it would scare you.”

Lu Guang presses on. “Why?”

“You like asking that—“

“Xiaoshi.”

The usage of his given name brings the confession out of his mouth like a fish latched onto a hook. “Because I’m in love with you. Something crazy like that.” He smiles when he says it, because even in a moment of fear he can’t stop the boyish grin that slides across his lips. 

Lu Guang squeezes his hand, brushes the hair back from his face. “Was that really so hard?” Cheng Xiaoshi can hear the smile in his voice. 

He looks up, finally. He doesn’t want to miss the quirk of his lips that he trusts more than a god. “Uh— yeah, when you look at me like that.”

Lu Guang leans in closer, and Cheng Xiaoshi’s face goes red. “Is that why you can't ever focus when we’re on missions?”

His gaze casts back down to their hands, fidgeting with Lu’s fingers. “Something like that.”

“I love you too, by the way. If it wasn’t obvious enough.” He leans up to kiss his forehead, only a whisper of his lips, and Cheng Xiaoshi freezes where he lies. 

“Damn, that all you needed to fluster you?” Lu Guang continues, curling closer. 

“Yeah, yeah, shut up,” the other responds, wrapping an arm around his back.

[scarletwitchproperty]

Your eyes whispered have we met? - Chapter 5 NSFW

Pairing: Taylor Swift x Fem!OC

Words: 8,4k (80% of it is like...not suitable for the innocent eyes)

Summary: Taylor had a plan, a thirteen days plan to woo you...key word, had

Warnings: NSFW (heavy on the nsfw, please minors dni I beg you), brat!oc (because why not), praise kink, degradation kink (when did I ever read a story where these two don't go hand in hand XD), smut, strap-on (should've put sex toys in general but felt the need to specify lmao), shower sex, a hint of mommy kink (I almost put in in, almost), and...that's it, I think (let me know if I missed any)

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My Castle Crumbled Overnight (or how you fuck up Taylor's thirteen days plan to woo you)

@ taylorswift :💜💜💜💜💜 

@ taylorswift :Pretty girl are you awake? Time to open your presents 😏

Those were the words staring back at you when you opened your eyes first thing on Sunday morning. You had trouble sleeping the previous night, your mind telling you to open the mysterious package to see what was inside. But you didn’t, Taylor’s warning still ringing inside your head. 

@charlie_TortieB: Yes I’m awake Taylor, but I literally just woke up

@charlie_TortieB: Can I at least take a shower before I call you? 

@ taylorswift : Mmmh…my sweet girl getting wet…what a sight it must be 

@ taylorswift : Please wear one of the lingerie sets you bought yesterday 

@charlie_TortieB: And why would I do that? 

@ taylorswift : Because I’d like to see you in it. 

@ taylorswift :And I know my perfectly good girl will always listen to me, will she not? 

Gods, you hated that she was right. You would do anything for your soulmate. Taylor might be miles away from you, or even in the same city but as far away as she could be from you right now, yet the hold she had on you made it seem as if she was standing right behind you. You could almost feel her strong arms wrapping around you, her breath ghosting over your neck as she pushes your body into hers, lips teasing you, wrapping around your- 

You shake your head, trying desperately to not get lost in your mind. You turn on the shower and search through your bags as you wait for it to warm up. You knew that your sister had ratted you out to the singer, because why else would Taylor ask that of you?

Carefully lifting the offending clothes out of the bag you quickly retrieve your phone to take a picture of the ensemble you chose and send it to Taylor. (Robin was right, you were really asking for it) 

@charlie_TortieB: *picture attached* Was this what you wanted me to put on Taylor? 

@ taylorswift : That’s right baby. 

@ taylorswift : You’re being such a good listener that I’m seriously considering coming over to your place right now and make you come undone with my fingers

@charlie_TortieB:Why don’t you? 😳

@ taylorswift :I know I’m not supposed to tell anyone, but I’m also rerecording one of my previous album as I’m promoting the new one. It’s all in a very tight schedule, so what is waiting for you inside the box will have to do for now. 

@ taylorswift :Just a little taste of what you’ll have once I get my hands on you.

Cold. You definitely needed a cold shower, because at the rate Taylor was going you were on the verge of doing something stupid that would make the singer come over to your house and act upon her threats. 

But boy were you in the mood to get into trouble. 

@charlie_TortieB: I’ll think of you in the shower while I touch myself 💜

@ taylorswift : CHARLIE! 

@ taylorswift :CHARLIE NO! Don’t you fucking dare! 

@charlie_TortieB: Don’t worry Taylor, I’ll send you a picture 😘

You don’t wait around to see how Taylor would respond to that, putting your phone down on the sink inside your bathroom and quickly getting into the shower after that. You take your time, washing your hair thoroughly with your favorite vanilla scented shampoo, your pulse quickening as you could hear the faint sound of your phone going off because of the messages you were receiving. 

Twenty minutes and you were done with your hot shower that did nothing to help you calm down. You grab your towel and wrap it around your body, eyes falling upon the lingerie set you picked. The dark maroon lacy bra that could be opened at the front was almost daring you to put it on from its place on the bed, its accompanying panties doing just the same. Am I really going to do it?  

Yes, yes you were. 

You slowly walk to your bed, hands letting go of your towel in order to grab the clothes your soulmate asked, commanded you, to wear. You flush as you put them on, liking the feel of the material rubbing against your skin. It is so soft that if you close your eyes you would think that you had nothing on, and yet…

Your phone goes off again but you ignore it all in favor of doing what you previously implied you were going to do. You stand in front of your bedroom mirror and take a quick picture of your almost naked self, a smirk on your face as you immediately send it to your soulmate without checking your messaging history. 

@charlie_TortieB: See how you react to being teased Lover 💜 

What you weren’t expecting (but were secretly hoping for) was seeing Taylor’s messages to you prior to you sending the picture. 

However the words she sends you after makes all your blood rush south. 

@ taylorswift : That’s it, I’m coming over! 

@ taylorswift :Fuck the rerecording I need to get my hands on you 

@ taylorswift :Want to see the look on your face when I make you come on my tongue with my hand wrapped around your neck 

@charlie_TortieB: *picture attached* See how you react to being teased Lover 💜

@ taylorswift :THE FUCK YOU MEAN ‘’See how you react to being teased’’? 

@ taylorswift : I’ll do you one better darling 

@ taylorswift : Let’s see how YOU react when I edge you all day long, when you scream my name for the entire building to hear that you’re mine, when you beg me to come with tears of pleasure running down your face but I don’t allow you to simply because someone decided to quit being a good girl

@ taylorswift :Because the thing is, princess, is that only I get to decide when you’re done. 

@ taylorswift : And if I decide to fuck you until you beg me to stop, well… 

@ taylorswift :Remember that you asked for it baby girl 

Your body is shivering in anticipation as you reach the end of the conversation. You want to respond to her, your mind wanting you to tease the singer again and again, loving the thrill of the chase so to speak, but your hands are shaking so much that you know whatever you write wouldn’t be comprehensible. 

The sound of screeching tires reaches your ears and you immediately look out the window, seeing a black Jeep Wrangler parked on the street with a hooded figure rushing to your building from the vehicle. You gulp as you see the person look up, and deep down you know exactly who it is, mind flashing back to your soulmate’s electric blue eyes almost turned black on that fateful first meeting where she stole your breath away with a kiss. You see her, Taylor, tilt her head to the side as if she knew it was you spying on her from way up there, but when you blink a second later she’s gone. 

‘’Oh my god she’s gonna kill me,’’ you swear under your breath, heart running a marathon inside your ribcage, waiting for your undoubtably very pleasurable end. You know what you told Taylor two nights ago, but you never doing anything of that sort with anyone didn’t mean you were completely clueless about what she surely had in store for you. You jump when you hear your front door open with a bang. ‘’Shit. Fuck fuck fuck I’m so stupid I left my fucking door open and someone could’ve killed me in my sleep and I just-‘’ 

Electric blue eyes turned into raging storms lock you into place as you whirl around, the intensity and lust inside of them bringing a whole new shade of red to your face. You try to speak but ultimately fail, lowering your gaze and taking a step back as Taylor enters your bedroom. Her eyes are drinking you in like a woman dying of thirst, her mouth slightly open as she licks her lips like she was getting ready to consume you whole. 

‘’Look at you darling, not so confident now that I’m right here, are you?’’ Taylor slowly approaches you with a smirk on her face, like a predator nearing its prey. She knows exactly what she’s doing to you as she takes off her hoodie, your eyes immediately getting drawn to her sports bra covered chest. If only she could take it off too so you would- ‘’My eyes are up here pretty girl.’’ 

‘’I-I-I wasn’t-‘’ 

‘’You weren’t what? You weren’t looking? Just like you didn’t want to rile me up when you sent me those pictures and messages?’’ The singer is only steps away from you, the color of her eyes clearer now that you can see them up close. You look up at her through your eyelashes and she immediately seizes you by the neck to drag your body against hers, your fronts now pressing against each other. ‘’You’re driving me crazy Charlie, do you know that?’’ 

Your back hits the wall and any semblance of resistance leaves you as Taylor crashes her lips against yours, hands flying to your thighs as she lifts you up. You moan at the back of your throat when you feel one of her hand sneaking its way inside your panties, Taylor groaning into your kiss at how wet she finds you. Her pointer finger drags through your lower lips, gathering the wetness there, before slowly circling your clit as she starts to kiss you down your neck. 

‘’You’re so wet for me princess, I just want to taste you,’’ Taylor mumbles as she makes her way down, stoping right on your pulse point and gently biting down. She soothes the bite with a few gentle kisses before she goes back up to claim your mouth once again, two of her fingers now carefully teasing your entrance. ‘’I missed you so much darling, but you were such a naughty girl and-‘’ 

‘’I-I can be good,’’ you whimper, feeling your soulmate’s fingers almost sinking into you. Your hips are slowly rocking against Taylor’s stomach, seeking relief where you can as the singer apparently doesn’t want to grant it. ‘’Please Taylor I-I need you so bad!’’ 

‘’Really?’’ Taylor smirks against you, teeth nibbling on your lower lip as she looks into your eyes. You’re probably not aware but the singer can clearly see it, how you’re starting to have this certain look in your eyes, a clear sign that soon enough you won’t be able to decide for yourself and hand her the reins of control. You nod your head in clear desperation and she promptly drops you. ‘’Then you will get on that bed and wait for me to tell you what to do, understood?’’ 

She almost laughs at your eagerness to rush towards the bed, and smirks once again when she hears you gasp as she grabs the forgotten package waiting propped up on the side of the door. Your eyes widen as Taylor starts opening it, mouth open in shock as your soulmate pulls out a vibrator and a strap-on. You audibly gulp as she deposits the harness on your dresser and turns around with the vibrator in hand, making her way to you with the most hypnotizing lustful look in her eyes. 

Taylor stops only centimeters away from you, pleased to see that you’re keeping eye contact with her. You look like you’re about to combust on the spot, hands gripping the bed sheet at your side so hard that your knuckles are turning white. 

‘’Don’t you look so delectable darling,’’ Taylor bends down to your level, swiftly grabbing you by the back of your neck and tilting your head back. Your breath quickens when she presses her thumb against your throat, and you’re just about gone when she kisses you on the edge of your lips, teasing you. ‘’I know you’re smart baby, can you guess what I’m about to do?’’ 

‘’You-You’re going to use this on me?’’ You quickly look down at the vibrator in Taylor’s hand, heart beating like a madman running as you see her putting it down right next to you on the bed. You stop breathing altogether as your soulmate laughs unexpectedly. ‘’What? Are you not going to?’’ 

‘’No no no darling, I’m not. You see that chair over there?’’ Taylor asks you, mouth dangerously close to your ear. You know damn well which chair she’s talking about, the one you usually use when you sit at your desk, and it’s like a lightbulb goes on inside your head. Taylor smirks as she sees the look on your face when you finally understand what’s about to happen. ‘’There’s my smart girl! I am going to sit on that chair, and you are going to touch yourself. You’re going to use that vibrator on that stunning body of yours , however and wherever you like, but do not try to come without my permission.’’ 

‘’Why?’’ You try, one last time, to tease your soulmate. Taylor lets you kiss her cheek, groaning as you descend upon her neck. ‘’What are you gonna do about it if I don’t listen to you?’’ 

‘’Oh Charlie, you know damn well what I’ll do if you don’t behave.’’ 

‘’Yeah? What’s that?’’ 

You find yourself pinned to the bed with your hands above your head held by one of Taylor’s hand, crying out in pleasure as the vibrator is pressed against your clit at the highest setting. 

‘’Keep testing me like that and I’ll tie you up on this bed with the vibrator on for hours.’’ 

Taylor lets you go with the threat hanging over your head, dragging your desk chair in front of your bed and sitting on it like she promised. She arches her eyebrow as you stay still, chest rising and falling as you try to keep it together. The singer starts to get worried when you stay that way for another five minutes, immediately thinking that something was wrong with you as she rushes to your side. 

‘’Baby? Charlie are you okay?’’ Taylor hovers over you with both hands on your face, worried that you changed your mind about the whole thing but you didn’t dare to say it out loud. ‘’I’m so sorry darling, you can totally say you don’t want to do anything I won’t be mad at you, I promise. It’s all my fault and I shouldn’t have talked to you that way and-‘’ 

It’s your time to silence your soulmate with a kiss, wrapping your legs and arms around her as you do your best to keep her pressed against you. You sigh as you feel her moving against you, her knee coming into contact with your clothed pussy making you throw your head back and arch against the bed. 

‘’It’s-It’s alright Lover, you didn’t do anything wrong. I was only trying to calm down and I just- fuck, Taylor!’’ The only thing you can do is follow your soulmate’s movement, chasing after her as you grind on her knee. The singer seems to have forgotten her previous worries as she busies herself with kissing down your chest. You can feel her teeth grazing both of your breasts as she mouths at the zipper of your bra, slowly pushing it down until you’re rid of the apparently offending garment. Taylor quickly throws it to the floor and doesn’t hesitate to wrap her lips around your left nipple, sucking on it until you’re all but a whimpering mess writhing under her. ‘’Oh god I think I’m gonna-TAYLOR!’’ 

‘’That’s it darling, louder so the neighbors know that you’re mine!’’ Taylor switches to your other nipple, gently biting down on it as she rolls the other one between her thumb and pointer finger. She keeps going, pressing down on you harder with her sweatpants covered knee, drunk on the strangled noises coming out of your mouth as she brings you that much closer to the edge. ‘’Thank you for telling me what you felt baby. Voicing what you feel is very important in a relationship, but right now-Oh Lord, right now all I want is to hear you scream my name again and again.’’ 

‘’Make me then.’’ 

‘’Getting a little cheeky aren’t you?’’ Taylor smirks down at you, and all at once she straightens up. You can no longer feel her pleasant warmth against you and immediately a pout appears on your face as she looks down on you with her arms crossed. She reaches behind her and your eyes widen comically as said hand comes back around with the forgotten vibrator. ‘’Now, where were we?’’ 

Taylor hands you the object and gets off of you, the singer now standing in front of the bed rather than sitting in the chair like earlier. You know what she wants, what she’s waiting for. 

You turn on the sex toy, barely pressing it against your clit. You’re suddenly so ashamed of what you’re doing that you close your eyes, but again not for long as before you know it you feel a hand carefully wrapping itself around your neck and you open your eyes to see Taylor once again above you. 

‘’Don’t close your eyes pretty girl, I want you to keep looking at me,’’ she hums against your cheek, tenderly kissing any available skin within her reach. You lock eyes with her once again as you push the toy harder against you, moving it in a slow circle that makes you cry out for more. ‘’That’s it Charlie, nice and slow. Make yourself feel good baby, you deserve it.’’ 

‘’Mmhm, thank you Taylor,’’ you blurt out, your hips rocking against the vibrator as you’re starting to move it down your pussy. Your mind feels hazy, like you’re here but not really, all of this seeming like an out of body experience. Though your eyes stay locked with Taylor’s, you’re starting to feel yourself slipping away. Your free hand goes to grab one of your soulmate’s as you guide it to cover yours that’s still holding the toy. ‘’Please, help me? I can’t-’’ 

‘’Shhh, it’s okay baby I’m here. I’m right here with you, don’t worry. Can you breathe for me darling?’’ Taylor puts her forehead against yours, grinning from ear to ear as you do what you’re told. She takes control of the vibrator and sets it to the highest speed, intently watching your reaction as she presses it right up against your entrance, teasing you just the way she likes. Strangled moans come out of you and you really have to fight hard and concentrate not to break eye contact. Your soulmate required it of you, yes, but as time passes you realize that you love looking into Taylor’s eyes. You feel like you needed it to survive, desperately fighting yourself not to get caught up inside your own mind as Taylor runs her free hand through your hair. ‘’God you’re so beautiful, taking it like the good girl I know you are. Is this still okay?’’ 

‘’YES! Oh fuck, please Taylor I need-I need-‘’ You take in shattering breaths as you feel the end of the vibrator almost entering you, but despite the size of it this is definitely not what you really want right now. No, what you craved, what you needed, was- ‘’Your fingers. Need to feel you inside me, please?’’ 

‘’You could ask me to burn the whole world down and I would still do it for you darling.’’ 

Your world bursts into colors as Taylor crashes against you, tongue invading your mouth and taking control of your body like the unrivaled mastermind that she is. You can hear the sound of something hard hitting the floor, but you don’t pay much attention to it as you can feel Taylor touching you down where it counts, not two but three of her fingers teasing you. She separates her mouth from yours, silently asking you a question with her eyes, and when you nod your consent she immediately enters your most intimate barrier. You gasp out loud and throw your head back, overwhelmed by the pleasure you feel and the tension building in your lower belly as Taylor’s fingers move in and out of you, curling just the right way to make you want to get away yet ask for more at the same time. 

The singer quickly starts her way back down your body, kissing down your neck, latching onto your pulse point as she works her fingers into you. Taylor takes pleasure herself in hearing your whimpers, your moans as she brings you almost over the edge. You can feel it just as she is, how your inner walls are starting to squeeze her fingers in, how your hips are frantically rocking against Taylor’s hand, your moans getting louder and louder as she keeps bringing you higher and higher. 

Then everything stops. You can’t feel Taylor moving against you anymore, and in rightful indignation you open your teary eyes, ready to lash out at your soulmate for taking your orgasm away from you, but your mind goes blank when you see her kneeling at the foot of the bed. You don’t know how she got there so quickly, but Taylor doesn’t let you think on the matter more than necessary as she grabs your legs and drags you right to the edge of your mattress. She hooks her fingers on the sides of your panties and gets you out of them in less than a second, hungry gaze settling over your glistening lower lips. 

‘’You did such a good job darling, look at how wet you are for me. Can you spread those legs for me baby?’’ Taylor smirks predatorily as she feasts her eyes on you, looking at the way you spread yourself open just for her. You gasp when you right yourself up and use your forearms to support your upper body, realizing just now how Taylor had positioned you two. Your blissed out face stares back at you through your bedroom’s full length mirror, as is Taylor’s incredibly delectable back. Which is still covered by her sports bra. ‘’Do not look at me like that princess. I told you whether you get to come is my decision and my decision only.’’ 

‘’But-but I thought-‘’ 

‘’Talk back to me again and you won’t be able to touch me anytime soon. I will tie you up and make you watch me fuck myself,’’ Taylor announces with a deep sultry voice, hands squeezing your thighs as she rests her head against your left knee. The deep blush on your face betrays your thoughts. ‘’But you would like that, wouldn’t you? I bet you could even get off to it. Do you want to try?’’ 

You shake your head in the negative so fast you think you may have broken your neck. You whine in distress as Taylor continues to nose her way up your leg, mouth slowly kissing your stomach, dangerously coming close to where you need it most. 

‘’Okay maybe another day darling. For now, just relax,’’ Taylor whispers against the skin of your stomach, lips slowly dragging down your body. She uses a combination of lips and tongue that’s making you see stars, and she hasn’t even touched you were it counts yet. You shiver when you feel Taylor’s breath blowing over your clit, her eyes demanding that you look inside them as her mouth nears the straining pink nub. ‘’And let me have my breakfast. Think you can do that for me?’’ 

God if this is heaven, please never let me leave this place. 

You nod as an answer, this being your last conscious decision before your mind goes blank and you surrender yourself entirely to your soulmate. Her fingers enter you once again, searching for that spot that made you squeeze around them. Taylor slowly moves them in and out of you, her eyes forever looking into yours as she keeps working you up to where she wants you. Her tongue flicks over your clit and you don’t think you ever felt something so good in your entire life. She keeps working at it, smirking against you as she hears your strangled moans, drunk on the way your hips move towards her face as she eats you out like a woman starved. 

‘’Fuck baby you taste so good, I could stay like this forever,’’ Taylor says against you, voice muffled by the way her mouth is stuck to your pussy. She momentarily stops to suck on her fingers, and oh my god she looks so sexy doing it you think you’ve become jealous. Taylor sees you looking at her with envy in your eyes, wordlessly shoving her soaked hand in front of your face. Her eyes turn an even darker shade of blue as you don’t hesitate to wrap your lips around her fingers, sucking on them while maintaining eye contact. ‘’Shit. That’s it, there’s my good girl. You’re doing such a good job, shall I keep going or do you want me to stop?’’ 

You’re too far gone to speak, panting still and overwhelmed by everything that Taylor gave you. Your back crashes down to the mattress as one of your hand pushes your soulmate’s head back down, crying out as her mouth goes back to work on you. 

Soon your whimpers fill the bedroom, the tension in your belly going back to where it was, quickly rising as Taylor continues to kiss and suck where you need it. Her fingers are hitting spots inside you that you never reached before on your own, the singer doing it all like it was the easiest thing in the world. 

‘’Look at you darling, your thighs are shaking so much! Are you close? Yeah?’’ Taylor smirks once again as she sees you try to nod, your squirming around making it difficult to discern. But she knows, by the look on your face and the way your inner walls are starting to clamp down around her fingers, of course she knows. ‘’Go ahead baby, let go.’’ 

You fall apart before Taylor even finishes talking, vision going white as you come undone in her mouth. She keeps lapping at you even when you trash against her, consciously choosing to ignore the way your breathing comes out shattered as she drags you into your second orgasm of the day. You can barely breathe as this one hits you harder than the first, hands frantically reaching for your soulmate and pulling her up to press her body down against yours. 

‘’I know baby, I know. I’m right here, just try to breathe okay?’’ Taylor slowly takes her fingers out of you, gently kissing all over your face as you wince in discomfort. She lets her pointer finger drag against your clit and is surprised when instead of trying to get away you chase the contact. ‘’Are you not done yet darling? The sheets are drenched and you’re telling me you want more?’’ 

In your post orgasmic haze you manage to glare at her. As if she doesn't know what she’s doing to me.  

‘’Alright darling, but are you really sure?’’ 

It is rather endearing how she keeps checking in on you, but talking is not what you wanted to do right now. In a fit of strength you didn’t know you had you wrap your legs around her waist and manage to reverse your positions. Your hands immediately grab onto Taylor’s sports bra still covering her and she lets you take it off, a mischievous glint to her eyes as she sees the look on your face when you take in her uncovered breasts.  

You lick your lips and immediately dive down, mouth latching over Taylor’s left nipple. You try to suck on it like you felt she did with you, and you know you succeeded when you hear the singer’s moans filling the room with their delectable melody. You look up as you switch to the other breast, throat going dry when you see Taylor with her head thrown back. You don’t think as you trail your mouth upward, living a wet trail on your way to your soulmate’s throat. The taste of her skin is addicting, so much that you don’t realize you’ve ended up with your back on the mattress once again. You huff in annoyance as your mouth is forcibly separated from Taylor’s neck, pouting and looking away when you hear the singer laughing at you. 

‘’You can have a go later baby, I promise,’’ Taylor kisses you, her tongue almost touching yours. The singer then gets up from the bed and you observe her, intrigued, as she walks to your dresser. Your eyes track her every movements, heart racing as she bends down to take off her sweatpants .You’re positively drooling by the time Taylor takes off her panties, dangling it off her finger with that trademark smirk of hers when she locks eyes with you. ‘’Like what you see?’’ 

‘’Yes ma’am.’’ 

‘’ Yes ma’am,’’ Taylor repeats as she squints her eyes at you, aware that you’re still following her movements. You audibly gulp as she puts on the harness for the strap-on, a blush on your face when she fully turns around and raises an eyebrow at you. ‘’What am I, your mother?’’ 

‘’Ahem, well…no, but-‘’ 

‘’Although, what’s that thing they’ve been saying online about me?’’ The singer slowly makes her way to you, confident in her state of dress. Once she reaches the bed again she straddles you, sitting down on your thighs as she puts both hands on your face and makes you look her in the eye. ‘’Mother is mothering, isn’t it? Have you too secretly been calling me that all over the internet?’’ 

‘’…no?’’ 

‘’Really? So if I grab your phone and check any of your socials, let’s say TikTok for example, I won’t find any of your comments calling me mommy either?’’ 

Your stubborn insistence to look away from her is enough answers for Taylor. She gently kisses you on the forehead, on your nose and on your cheek, ending with your lips. She slowly coerces into opening your mouth, but when you do so, eager to deepen your kiss, she pulls away. You try to chase after her but you’re stopped when you feel a finger over your lips. You almost glare at Taylor when you open your eyes, but you don’t dare to when you see how she looks at you. 

‘’That’s what my baby gets when she does not tell the truth,’’ Taylor whispers right into your face, smirking as a deep red blush comes back to your face. You make the error of rolling your eyes at her, thinking that you would get away with it. But that was a mistake, as before you could even take another breath Taylor has you face down on the mattress with her body pressing down on yours. You let out a high pitched whine when you feel the strap-on pressing down on your backside, the sounds coming out of you quickly turning into strangled moans as the toy comes into contact with your clit. ‘’Roll your eyes at me one more time and see where it gets you.’’ 

‘’Oh yeah? Where?’’ 

‘’Exactly right here on this bed where I will fuck your brains out until the only thing on your mind is my name.’’ 

‘’Was that supposed to be a threat?’’ 

You can feel your soulmate’s teeth clamping down on your neck, and the only warning you get before anything happens to you is the eye contact Taylor grants you as she makes you kneel on the bed with your head turned to the side. You can feel her front pressing against your back, her breasts rubbing against you as her hands take hold of your hips. 

‘’Last chance darling, are you sure about this?’’ Taylor asks you, forehead pressed against yours as she slowly guides the tip of the strap-on towards you. You squirm in place when you feel it move against you, all your squirming around making it so that only the very tip is now inside you. You cry out as you feel the strap-on slowly tearing you open, hips unconsciously moving along to the rhythm of your pleasure. ‘’Okay okay, easy baby. I don’t want to hurt you Charlie, it’s your first time.’’ 

‘’Taylor I swear to gods if you don’t fuck me until I can’t walk right now I’ll just do it myself!’’ 

All air leaves your body, quite literally. Taylor covers your mouth with hers, tongue quickly overpowering yours, lips playing you like an instrument she mastered years ago. Those lips are all you can focus on, until Taylor snaps her hips forward, burying the strap-on inside you to the hilt. You don’t know what to do, what to say. You don’t think there is anything to say in moments like this, where in a world such as yours the moment comes when you’re finally one with your soulmate. 

Taylor separates her mouth from yours, lips slowly moving down your neck again as she rocks against you. It’s not long before the only thing you manage to scream out is her name, back arching against her chest as she keeps thrusting inside you hard and fast. The sound of skin slapping against skin is loud enough that you know your neighbors will be waiting for you tomorrow. But you know, as Taylor slowly drags her index finger against your clit, that it will all be worth it. 

You open your eyes in a flash when you hear a very familiar sound, and you only have a second to realize you’re facing your bedroom mirror again and that Taylor has the vibrator slowly inching towards you before you feel that coil inside you burst open. Your legs shake as Taylor keeps thrusting inside you, very aware that you’ve just come judging by the smirk on her face that you can see through the mirror. 

‘’That’s it baby, keep looking. Do you see how you’re taking me so well? Such a good girl for me, can you see?’’ Taylor revels in the way you’re reaching back for her, hands searching for any kind of contact as the strap-on keeps hitting you in all the right places. And while you are sooner rather than later being thrown into yet again another orgasm, the other side of the toy keeps rubbing against Taylor in such a way that she might join you. The vibrator is back on your clit and it’s all you can do not to close your eyes. Taylor’s free hand wraps around your throat then, gasps of pleasure coming out of your mouth when the singer picks up speed. ‘’Keep them pretty eyes open for me darling, that’s it! Look at how good I fuck you, how pretty you look down there when you take my strap. Can you feel it coming Charlie?’’ 

Out of breath, mind filled with thoughts of your soulmate, you barely manage to nod. 

‘’Yeah? Are you gonna come for me pretty girl?’’ Taylor keeps fucking into you, holding you upright with the vibrator right up against your clit. Her left hand leaves your hip for your breast, squeezing and massaging it before she starts to pinch your nipple with her thumb and pointer finger. She smirks against your neck as you falter in your more than frantic movements, her deep moans as you grab her by the hair with your right hand resonating deep inside your skull. Taylor feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge, by the way the end of the strap keeps hitting her right where it feels good and the sounds you’re making sounding like music to her ears. Huh, now that’s an idea… ‘’Keep making those sounds princess, you’re going to make me come so hard! Shit. Are you there yet darling?’’ 

‘’Taylor I-I-you-‘’ 

‘’Awww, did I fuck you too hard that you don’t know how to speak anymore?’’ The singer changes her tactic, slowing down her movements but thrusting inside you just as hard as before. You feel the vibrator leave your clit, something which almost makes you come out of your sex induced half-conscious state if not for the fact that Taylor immediately puts her fingers to you. You cry out as she swipes her fingers over your clit in rapid circles, your soul all but leaving your body as the strap-on inside you hits your g-spot repeatedly. Unfocused as your eyes may be, you still manage to meet Taylor’s electric blue ones in the mirror. ‘’That’s it baby, keep looking at us. You’re fucking gorgeous, come on pretty girl. I’ll be right there with you. Let go with me baby, let go!’’ 

What your soulmate asks, she gets. With a last snap of her hips, the strap-on ultimately slamming deep inside you as Taylor quickens her fingers over your clit, you both fall over the edge, the singer squeezing you against her as her hips still and your vision goes black. Pleasure fills your mind as you come all over the strap-on, back arching when you feel your thighs get drenched. Taylor turns your head with her hand just then, gently kissing you with her lips. Her hand gently cradles your cheek as her thumb slowly traces over it, her eyes meeting yours as she separates her mouth from your lips.  

The sun shines its rays over her face right then , and in this light she never could’ve looked more stunning. Taylor looks like an angel, too good to be true. She’s truly and irrevocably yours, and yet…

You don’t know what to say. Is there even words to express what you feel right here in this moment? 

‘’Hello darling,’’ Taylor lets out the biggest smile, a certain glint in her eyes that’s making you think she knows what you feel right now. You feel the strap-on slipping out of you then, an involuntary groan getting through your lips as it drags against your inner walls. ‘’Shhh darling, no more. I don’t want to overstimulate you just yet. Shall we get you cleaned up?’’ 

Taylor doesn’t wait for your answer, having you in her arms bridal style in the following ten seconds. She smiles down at you, eyebrow raising as she sees you have your eyes locked on her arms. Your soulmate sees the way you seem entranced by her muscles, filing that information away for future purposes. 

The singer tries to put you down in the bathroom but you cling to her so hard that she gives up. Taylor turns on the shower and you both get under the warm water. 

‘’Baby can you let me go? I need to get the harness off, and we need to rinse off down there,’’ Taylor tries once again to get you to let go, but again and with no surprises, she fails. You grin against her shoulder when you hear her let out a loud exaggerated sigh, but what she does next makes you internally black out. ‘’Don’t be quiet for this pretty girl, I want the neighbors to hear you.’’ 

Your back hits the shower wall and in the next second the strap-on gets buried back inside you. Eyes rolling back inside your head, you don’t see the look of desire and lust all over Taylor as she pounds into you. Her hands have a death grip on your thighs as she holds you up, your legs wrapped around her waist with your heels digging into Taylor’s ass. You feel like you can’t breathe, no thoughts passing through, head empty, nothing but a willing victim to your soulmate’s decision to make you come again. 

The hot water makes you sleepy, but the way Taylor keeps moving her hips against you causes you to stay well awake. Your eyes get drawn back to your soulmates breasts, moving along with her, dancing in front of your face as Taylor fucks into you, almost daring you to touch them. 

And, like the little devil that you are, you do. Both of your hands descend upon the objects of your desire, massaging the breasts for a moment before your mouth attaches itself to the left one. Taylor moans low in her throat, her movements inside you picking up speed which makes you bite down on her. 

‘’Shit, pretty girl keep doing that! Yes, that’s it!’’ Taylor screams out as you focus on her other breast, bitting down on it just the same as the other. She keeps pounding into you at an alarming speed, sweat running down her body mixing with the hot water pouring over you both. ‘’Holy shit baby, if you continue like that you’re going to make me come!’’ 

You smile against Taylor, hips rocking in time with hers, searching for the one thing only she’s able to make you feel, and that you’re quickly becoming addicted to. The warmth or her body pressed against yours contrast deeply with the cold shower wall against your back, desperate whines leaving your mouth as you arch towards your soulmate to evade the chill behind you. 

It’s all starting to become too much for you, this growing feeling deep inside you as the strap-on keeps hitting parts of yourself you could never hope to reach on your own, Taylor panting your name right into your ears…

You feebly try to get away, panicked by what you feel is coming in your lower belly, but your soulmate doesn’t let you. 

‘’Don’t you try to get away now pretty girl, you asked for this!’’ Taylor let your hips go and thank the lord you still have the strength to keep them up. Her left hand wraps around your neck and yours fly up to the top of the shower wall, grabbing the wet wall in a death grip as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge. Choked sobs come out of you when the singer uses her other hand to draw rapid circles on your clit, the devil’s smile on her face as you immediately react by trying to get closer. ‘’That’s it Charlie, give it to me one more time. I know you can do it, my pretty girl! Come all over my strap!’’ 

‘’TAYLOR!’’ 

You fall apart with your head thrown back against the wall, mouth open in a silent scream. Your legs are shaking so much as Taylor keeps pounding into you, her movements frantic yet it’s not long before she joins you. 

Five minutes go by before you both start to get back to reality. Taylor is the first one to move, managing to take the strap-on off of her and throwing it blindly behind her. You almost whine at the loss, but you know you couldn’t possibly handle anything more at the moment. When Taylor grabs the shower head to rinse your lower body, you yelp near in pain as the jet of water comes into contact with your pussy. 

‘’Shhh, it’s okay Charlie. I know it kinda hurts right now, but you’ll feel better once you’re all cleaned and warm in bed alright?’’ Taylor puts her forehead against yours, lips ghosting over yours when she sees you nod. ‘’That’s my good girl. No more funny business, understood?’’ 

You reluctantly nod, but only because you see the warning in your soulmate’s eyes. You might need time to recuperate, but you knew that if Taylor asked for it you would go for another round. I am well and truly gone for that woman. 

Half an hour later finds you dressed in your pajamas, Taylor in her hoodie and you both wrapped up in each other over your bed. You couldn’t look away from her, even if you tried. The love you felt for your soulmate couldn’t be qualified, her beauty couldn’t be put into words. You just knew that you loved her. 

‘’Taylor I-I just want to say-‘’ You try to speak, anxiety spiking as Taylor has her eyes focused solely on you. She suddenly put her hand on your cheek and just like that, all your worries go away. ‘’I love you, Taylor. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I really wanted you to know that.’’ 

‘’Oh Charlie, I love you too,’’ Taylor kisses you on the lips, the action soft and gentle unlike your earlier trysts. She pulls the cover over the two of you when you let out a huge yawn, your head immediately burrowing into her neck. ‘’Now sleep my darling, we’ll see each other in a few hours.’’ 

A sleepy smile comes over your face, and you would’ve fallen asleep right then and there if not for a stray thought coming to your mind. 

‘’Taylor, how did you come here so fast?’’ 

‘’…’’ 

‘’Taylor?’’ 

‘’…I bought a house just a few blocks away just in case you needed me? Please don’t kill me!’’ 

‘’TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT!’’ 

                                                                                                             *******

‘’Taylor, will you please let me go?’’ 

‘’Can’t we just stay here so I can fuck your brains out again?’’ 

‘’TAYLOR!’’ 

‘’What? Don’t look at me like that, you were the one who jumped me when you woke up yesterday afternoon,’’ Taylor whispers against your neck, body coiled around yours. You blush as you remember what happened the previous day, but as you look at the time on your alarm clock you halfheartedly hit your soulmate on the shoulder. ‘’Ouch, that hurts you know?’’ 

‘’As if. Now come on, some of us actually have to go to work,’’ you manage to detach yourself from your soulmate, the bed sheet falling to the mattress as you get up. You could still feel a very pleasurable ache in your legs, remnants of your day with Taylor spent exploring each other’s bodies. You almost trip on your own feet and you look back, blushing by the look of pure lust on Taylor’s face as she licks her lips while looking at your naked body. ‘’Stop looking at me like that.’’ 

‘’Like what?’’ 

‘’Like you want to eat me up.’’ 

‘’I did eat you out, didn’t I?’’ 

‘’TAYLOR!’’ 

‘’Okay, okay, I’ll stop. Scouts honors!’’ Taylor holds up three fingers and you throw a shirt at her face. She cackles as you dress yourself, quickly following in your steps and putting on her own clothes. You shiver when you feel her press against your back, arms settling over your stomach as her face burrows in your neck. ‘’Will you at least let me take you to work?’’ 

‘’Of course my Star.’’ 

‘’Yes I’m yours, and don’t you forget it.’’ 

Taylor insists that she drives you to work in her car, her very expensive car, and the excitement on her face is so contagious that you let her. The whole drive to the daycare she has at least one hand on you, more often than not placed on your thigh. Your heart picks up speed the closer you get to your work place, but it also felt like you were being followed. It would be strange if you were not, after all your soulmate is THE Taylor Swift. 

The daycare finally comes into view, some parents already inside and doing handovers with their little ones. Taylor parks her car right in front of the entrance, the screeching tires alerting everyone inside the building of your presence. You try to hide yourself but it is too late, your coworkers inside as well as the parents having already seen you inside the vehicle. 

‘’Come one baby, don’t be afraid,’’ Taylor tells you, hand squeezing yours reassuringly. ‘’I’ll walk you to the door, and if anyone says anything I’ll sue them.’’ 

‘’Taylor, we talked about this!’’ 

‘’No we didn’t. You tried to talk me out of it, but I was too busy eating you o-‘’ 

‘’SHHHHH!’’ 

The singer laughs, and you can’t stay mad at her even if you wanted. Taylor turns down her car and opens her door, quickly coming around and doing the same for you. She gently takes your hand and as you both turn towards your workplace a flash goes off. You see the frown on Taylor’s face, the shift in her body indicating that she was about to go off on the person interrupting your moment, but you are quick to put your hand to her cheek and redirect her attention on you. 

‘’It’s okay Starlight, let them.’’ 

‘’I’m still leaving bodyguards all around the block.’’ 

You can still hear people taking pictures of you, although it’s not like Taylor tried really hard to hide herself. Her hood is down and people surely must’ve followed her to your place yesterday. 

When you get to the daycare’s front door, Taylor stops you just as you’re about to get in. She turns you around so quick all air leaves you, body colliding against hers as you find yourself looking right at her lips. 

‘’I’ll see you tonight darling? When do you get off of work?’’ 

‘’At six pm, but you don’t have to wait for me Taylor,’’ you put your head on her shoulder, warmth feeling you up as your soulmate wraps her arms around you. ‘’I know you’re busy, I won’t hold it against you if we can’t see each other for a few days.’’ 

‘’You think I’ll let you out of my sight after I just had you?’’ 

Taylor kisses you then, the world around you fading as the singer once again steals your breath away. Her tongue probs your lips and you grant her access, sighing as you feel her against you.

Someone clears their throat behind you and you turn around in a flash, narrowed eyes falling on no one else but your best friend, Sam. 

‘’I should’ve known you were with her when you didn’t answer any of my texts yesterday,’’ Sam says as she approaches you. She looks you over and you feel yourself flush all over again when her eyes zero in on your neck. ‘’I see you were having fun!’’ 

‘’Not a damn word out of your mouth Sam, none!’’ You turn back around, meeting Taylor’s eyes as you see her checking something on her phone. ‘’See you later Starlight? Love you!’’ 

‘’Love you too darling, don’t have too much fun without me!’’ 

Taylor kisses you one last time before she gets back in her car and drives off. You’re still in a daze when you turn back around, not surprised to see Sam smirking at you. 

‘’Alex is going to be so mad when I tell her she owes me one hundred and fifty dollars because you two fucked.’’ 

‘’ALEX!’’ 

As you chase your best friend through the building, the only thing on your mind was Taylor. You couldn’t wait to get back to her. 

Little did you know, as she was driving towards her recording studio, the singer was having the same exact thoughts. 

a/n: shoutout to my friend/coworker for the spicy scenes ideas, you a real one L

Chapter 6 (last one)

[lookismfanfics]

Hello! I've discovered your blog and your Lookism works are just- *chef's kiss* 😘 I've been wondering if I could request headcanons for the Lookism Bois (especially my baby Vasco, plus anyone your prefer) on how they would react to a tired s/o.

If this is too much, feel free to ignore this :)

Stay safe and keep yourself hydrated!

-🐮anon

“𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝?”

Thank you for the request! I did my best… hopefully this is okay.

Warnings: Fluff! Mentions of snarkiness (?)

Vasco • Gun •

𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨

ఌ You aren’t constantly tired… and he knows that.

ఌ So it’s only natural that he’s a little worried; and honestly, you can’t blame him.

ఌ You sit with him against the wall, fighting a literal war with yourself to keep your eyes open.

ఌ This week in general has been crazy tiring.

ఌ And how here you are- hanging out with the leader of the Burn Knuckles while on the verge of falling asleep

ఌ Vasco leans forward on the balls of his feet, staring at you shamelessly with unmasked concern.

ఌ You get the sense that you missed something, glancing at him. Euntee, indeed, is looking at you expectantly.

ఌ You rub your eyes, “Huh? Sorry did you say something?”

ఌ Vasco’s eyebrows draw together tightly. “Mhm. Are you tired?”

ఌ It’s not normal for you to be this out of it. Usually, after school, you and Vasco will sit somewhere- anywhere -to talk about how your days went.

ఌ He’ll tell you about funny things that happened, and you’ll give him your full attention (or as much as you can spare) and laugh with him.

ఌ But not today. Today you’re sleepwalking through this conversation, and he can tell.

ఌ “Yeah, just a little.”

ఌ “Why?”

ఌ You adjust your sitting position, slumping further against the wall. “Homework.”

ఌ “But you’re always better than me about homework…” he says slowly, eyes still dark and glazed with seriousness, while his cheeks flush with childish persona.

ఌ And while you nod and mumble an offhand reply about how this week’s assignments were just a bit more difficult, and how time had slipped from you, Vasco seems less than assured that you’re alright.

ఌ He slides his hand into his pocket.

ఌ “Here. It’ll keep you awake.”

ఌ You try not to smile like an idiot, taking the carton of chocolate milk he’s extended to you.

ఌ He wants to keep you awake… and at the same time, he wants to get you somewhere comfortable so you can sleep.

ఌ He knows for a fact that teenagers need a good nights rest to keep growing. Mentally and physically.

ఌ You puncture the top of the carton with the straw, feeling the weight of Vasco’s stare once again on you.

ఌ “I’ll be fine you know. I’ll just take a nap if I still feel tired.”

ఌ He looks at the ground, cheeks flaring sheepishly. You try not to smile, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.

ఌ He turns to you. “I will be your bed. If you want to sleep right now.”

ఌ 😮‍💨😅

ఌ You cough violently, pulling back from the straw shoved in your mouth. Vasco pats your back.

ఌ Him: 👁️〰️👁️

ఌ You look up at him dubiously. He returns your stare, completely serious.

ఌ “Sleep on a rock? I’m… okay…” you laugh, trying to keep your face from heating up too much. It feels hot in your cheeks, although to be honest you aren’t one to blush to often around Vasco.

ఌ It’s the thought that counts.

ఌ Vasco walks you home, giving you a piggy-back into your room.

ఌ He insists that he stays. He “needs to ensure they get a good nights rest.”

ఌ You fall asleep with Vasco looming in the corner of your room. You wake up nuzzled into his chest.

𝐆𝐮𝐧

ఌ Out of all the days for you to fall asleep at random, burned out from exhaustion, and having little-to-no self awareness, it had to be today.

ఌ The day you would be out with Gun, driving around the Korean countryside in his sports car.

ఌ You didn’t want to go before… and now you really didn’t want to go now.

ఌ Yet here you are. Miserably smushed into the corner of the passenger seat.

ఌ You rub your eyes to keep them open- even as the warmth of the sunlight lulls you to sleep.

ఌ Driving the car, paying little attention to you, is Park Gun.

ఌ You yawn, and he shoots you daggers 🗡️

ఌ “If you didn’t wanna come you should’ve said so.”

ఌ This is what he’s like when you’re out and about. If you seem tired- it automatically means you’re disinterested. According to him.

ఌ “Well today’s just a bad day. Can we go home now?” You ask grumpily

ఌ He turns to you, eyes shaded by his sunglasses. You can see just a hint of a smile on his lips.

ఌ “That’s where I’m taking you.”

ఌ And as soon as you’re home, he’s a bit more understanding; albeit he continues to be judgmental about the whole thing.

ఌ It’s straight to bed for you. He stands by the door impatiently, the car keys slung on his finger and his jacket hanging off his shoulder.

ఌ Guilt-tripping. Lovely

ఌ Gun watches quietly as you take off your accessories (jacket, shoes) and accepts the sleepy glare you give him

ఌ It wasn’t completely your fault… but this guy had been dragging you around to all the exotic locations in Korea for “kicks”

ఌ Late nights out plus your pile of schoolwork at home hadn’t been coordinating well at all.

ఌ He gestures towards your bedroom, and all you can do is sigh irritably.

ఌ “Look I’m sorry, okay? It’s not my fault that people get tired.”

ఌ “It doesn’t matter to me. Fact is we were supposed to have a date today.”

ఌ You nod your head tiredly, entering your bedroom. You didn’t even catch his next comment: “My proposal was ruined thanks to me being an ignorant boyfriend. So… my bad.”

ఌ You collapse into your bed, Gun’s quiet but snarky comments ringing in your head

ఌ You fall asleep by yourself. You wake up with lofi playing and a glass of water on the bedside table.

ఌ He also left you a note in sloppy handwriting, that read: 丅ᗩᛕᗴ ᑕᗩᖇᗴ ᗝᖴ Ƴᗝᑌᖇᔕᗴᒪᖴ ᔕᒪᗴᗴᑭƳ ᗩᔕᔕ