#idk what this is i was in the mood for yearning and a little bit of pain that comes with learning to be vulnerable

[flowercrowngods]

it’s steddie yearning hours

🤍 also on ao3

It’s a little fucked up, maybe, the way Eddie can’t seem to tear his eyes away from Steve‘s sleeping form. He’s a sight to behold — curled up on his side, making himself as small as he can; his hair is a mess, hiding his face from the world but not from Eddie, not quite. The room is dark except for the light of the lamps outside that comes in through the blinds, landing right on Steve, and Eddie thinks how fitting it is that Steve would be found by the light even in total darkness. He would be found and unaware of it.

And Eddie Munson is left to lean against the doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest like that would save his heart, keep it where it is, keep it for himself. He shouldn’t be looking at Steve like that. Not when they’re hardly even friends, not when what they have is only remnant of a world ending. A world saved. A world forever changed.

He sighs, leaning his whole weight against the frame, clenching his fists in his t-shirt, doing everything to stop himself from stepping closer to the bed, running fingers through Steve‘s mess of hair, brushing lips to his forehead and climbing in bed with him.

The doorframe holds his weight, his sanity, his heart, and Eddie slides down with another heart sigh that the poets would have called wistful. Yearning. Longing and belonging.

He hits the ground and hopes that it would break the haze. But nothing can. There’s a heaviness inside him that makes it hard to breathe and leaves him wishing that Steve weren’t in his bed, in his heart, in his life. Not like this.

He wants to be friends with Steve. Real, actual friends. People who don’t have to hold each other through nightmares, people who go to the arcade together and make fun of each other. Who exchange their favourite tapes and go on trips together.

He doesn’t want to be bonded to him by trauma and horrors unimaginable alone. He wants to fall in love slowly, gently, wants the secret smiles and the fluttering inside his chest that he overheard the girls at school talking about.

He wants another chance with Steve. Another try. Without monsters, without death and dying, without saving and being saved. He wants Steve Harrington to choose Eddie Munson for who he is, not for what they went through.

He wants Steve to choose. To have a choice.

Breathing through a lump in his throat has become second nature to him lately, and he finally looks away from this boy that has yet to drop the other shoe on Eddie.

After who knows how long, Steve stirs, stretching with an adorable little groan until he stills, his eyes on Eddie. He can feel them. He doesn’t look up to meet them, can’t be responsible for whatever Steve would find in his eyes.

“Hey,” he hears, Steve’s voice incredibly soft despite the rasp of disuse that’s marking it.

Eddie shivers a little and finally looks up. “Hi.” A beat. You’re beautiful. “Sleep well?”

“Mm-hmm,” Steve nods, yawns again, then curls up some more on his side, scooting over to the edge of the bed so he can better see Eddie. “How long was I out for?”

Two hours, forty-eight minutes. “‘Bout two and a half hours,” Eddie says, smiling when Steve’s eyes widen. “There’s dinner. If you’re hungry.”

He’s holding his breath, shallow as it is, because his lungs cannot be trusted around Steve anymore. Not with the way he smiles every time Eddie makes dinner. Not with the way he hides said smile behind the blanket a little bit, like he doesn’t want Eddie to see, like he can’t believe he’s smiling in the first place.

Eddie wants to get up and hold him. Trace that smile with his fingers. Make it stay.

What are we doing, Steve? What are you still doing in my life? Why did you make yourself a home like it’s worth staying here?

Slowly, still a little clumsy from his prolonged nap, Steve gets up with the blanket in his hands and drops it on Eddie’s lap. Must have mistaken his shivers for being cold. Then Steve steps over him, ruffles his hair as he does, and Eddie wants to cry a little bit at the way Steve snickers at it. He’s ridiculous. Eddie is ridiculously gone for him. It hurts more than it should.

“You hungry, too?” Steve asks, fingers finding Eddie’s hair to comb through the curls he just messed up. Eddie doesn’t have it in himself to move his head, to put a distance between them, to confront Steve about what this is, what they’re doing, what it all means.

All he does is nod — slowly, so Steve’s fingers stay where they are. They do. Eddie pinches his own fingers to stop from reaching out and snatching Steve’s hand, bringing it to his lips, making him stay. Stay here. Stay in his life forever. Stay and never realise that there’s no reason for him to do that.

He meets Steve’s eyes even though that’s dangerous business. “Starving.“

Steve’s face does this thing again. That thing where he softens so visibly, his eyes shining a little, his lips twitching into both a smile and a frown. It’s mortifying. It’s liberating. It’s being seen by Steve.

“You didn’t have to wait, Eddie.” His voice is soft. Chiding and grateful all at once, and Eddie’s heart flutters.

“I know,” he shrugs, and that’s that because he bites his tongue. I wanted to. I’ll wait. I’ll always wait.

Steve huffs and then he’s gone, rummaging around in the kitchen before he reappears with two plates of lasagna in his hands. Instead of asking Eddie to come join him at the table or settling back in bed, Steve hands one plate to Eddie and then slides down the other side of the doorframe so they’re face to face, their thighs pressed together. It’s a tight fit, but their bodies are angled just so, making this as comfortable as it gets.

It’s one of the first things they figured out together, sitting in the door like this. Wayne comes home sometimes to find them like this, even joined them on some occasions. Just to talk, just to be there.

Steve reaches over to grab the blanket again, draping it over both their laps, and Eddie shoves a large forkful of lasagna into his mouth to stop himself from saying something stupid.

What are we doing? When does it end? When is the last time I get to sit with you, share my blanket with you, get you to eat my lasagna? Tell me; just tell me so I can prepare. Tell me you won’t stay so I can stop dreaming.

They eat in silence and Steve’s eyes are on him for most of it, but Eddie doesn’t look up. It’s heavier tonight, heavier than usual. Heavier because Steve’s cheeks are streaked with the imprint of Eddie’s pillow, heavier because his hair is a wild mess, heavier because Eddie wants to breathe him in and hold him forever.

But Steve is awake, and they only hold each other when they have a nightmare. Because that’s why they are in each other’s lives. There is no room for feelings, for romance, for yearning when their smiles only exist to keep each other alive.

“Are you okay, Eddie?” Steve whispers, his plate empty while Eddie barely touched his own, too busy not looking at Steve that he forgot to be a person in the process. It’s nothing new, really, but he’s gotta get a grip.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

See, that’s the thing about Steve. He always gives you two chances to say something. The first try for all those impulse answers, the things you wish for yourself, the hand wave of dismissal. And then the second chance without judgment.

And Eddie loves him. Can’t lie to him again, so he just shrugs. His second chance not yet taken. Steve bumps their knees and Eddie’s eyes water. He eats his lasagna with stinging eyes and slightly shaking hands, because Steve can’t know. But Eddie might explode if he doesn’t.

“Wanna go for a walk?”

And, see, that’s another thing about Steve Harrington and the way he sees you. He knows Eddie hates being still, can’t talk when he’s sitting down. Can’t talk about anything meaningful when the world is quiet and dark and still.

Steve knows what Eddie needs. And it’s a little fucked up, maybe, but Eddie knows that Steve secretly needs it, too.

And he should say no. Should swallow his emotions, his thoughts, his fears, his aching and yearning and longing and belonging, should swallow it all and smile it away, bump his knee into Steve’s and propose they watch a movie together.

But he doesn’t. He can’t swallow tonight, not when there’s a lump in his throat, not when Steve is so warm against him, not when—

“Okay,” Steve smiles, climbing to his feet. “Let me go get ready, you finish your lasagna. Can I, uh. Can I borrow a sweater?”

“You know you don’t gotta ask.”

Another smile and he ruffles Eddie’s hair again. It makes his heart jump. “Thanks, man.”

“Of course,” Eddie whispers, barely audible, and not for Steve’s ears, just for his own need to say something. Anything. To make this real.

Ten minutes later, Eddie closes and locks the trailer door beside him and they start walking. The night is quiet even though it’s only just past eleven, and it’s a tad colder than Eddie expected. Beside him, Steve sticks his hands into the pockets of his jacket, fluffing up the hood of Eddie’s sweater so it covers his neck from the light breeze. Feeling Eddie’s eyes on him, Steve smiles and cocks his head down the street.

“Shall we?”

Eddie only hums but sets the pace. They’re both looking down at the ground, neither of them really caring where it is they’re going. It’s not about getting anywhere, it’s just about moving. Walking. Talking without looking at each other, finding excuses and answers in the night sky and the swaying treetops.

They walk in silence for a good half hour before Eddie finds his courage, his words, his peace with the possible answers. The night can cover for him and convince the daylight of little white lies that sound a lot like, I’ll be fine.

“You know you don’t have to do all this, right?”

Beside him, Steve’s steps falter a little. Maybe he didn’t expect Eddie to talk after all. “Do what?”

“This, I don’t know,” Eddie sighs, opening his arms to indicate the entirety of his life, really. “Sticking around. Staying.”

Steve frowns a little but he keeps his steps in sync with Eddie’s. That’s the whole point of their little nightly walks. No stopping, no looking, no seeing.

“Do you not want me to?”

God, how he wants Steve to stay! But also… Not like this. Not like he thinks Eddie might break if he leaves. Which Eddie will. But it shouldn’t be what makes Steve stay.

And there’s no way to say that. So all he does is shrug.

There’s a little pained noise from Steve, and Eddie scrambles for words that evade him, truths that make him too vulnerable, too real, too much.

“Okay,” Steve says after a while, and he sounds so small when he does. Eddie looks over and sees him pinching the bridge of his nose, nodding slowly, his mouth opening and closing with words unsaid. “Do you… Should I go home?”

Maybe you should, Eddie thinks. Get back to people you can be friends with; real friends.

“Maybe,” he says, slowing to a stop, looking away from Steve. “But I don’t want you to.”

“I… Okay? I don’t—“ Steve sighs and stops as well. “If it bothers you that we’re friends, then you can just—“

“Are we?” Eddie interrupts him, wincing at the way his own voice sounds. “Are we?” he repeats, quieter this time, opening up the question to honesty and vulnerability rather than disbelief and challenge.

Steve frowns again, confused, and Eddie remembers why they don’t do this in the quiet of his room; why they don’t do this while looking at each other. He can’t look at Steve and ask these questions. It’s too much.

So he turns and keeps walking, following the familiar road they’re on. Steve follows, a bit behind, and it leaves Eddie feeling horribly alone.

“You know,” Steve says after a while, scoffing, sighing, breathing until he tries again. Eddie waits. Here comes the other shoe. It’s finally there. “You know, I should be used to it by now, but it doesn’t really stop hurting when people keep questioning your intentions. With the kids, I kinda get it. There’s, like, years separating us. I get it when they’re hesitant to call me their friend.

“And with Robin, you know, she spent weeks after Starcourt just waiting for me to drop her. To be like, ‘Alright, thanks, it was good while it lasted but you’re an actual nerd and I don’t care for that shit at all.’”

Steve laughs and Eddie frowns, No laugh should sound so hollow.

“I had no idea she was so obsessed with the idea of me leaving her. She didn’t trust that I would stick around, that I actually loved her, that she’s my best friend and— God, she… I just, I don’t get it, y’know?”

Steve turns around because Eddie’s steps had slowed while Steve sped up, and Steve is walking backwards with his hands in his pocket, looking at Eddie with a hurt, confused expression.

“And now you’re telling me you don’t want me to stay and that I should go home, but that you don’t want me to do that either? You’re asking me if we’re friends, Eddie? What the hell else would we be? I’m…” He shakes his head and spreads his arms. “What do I have to do for anyone to believe me I just wanna spend time with them because they’re cool and I feel really fucking good being around them?”

Eddie doesn’t wanna look at Steve, but he can’t look away either. They’ve stopped again, a few feet apart, and Steve looks so open, ready for Eddie to answer, to tell him, to talk, when all Eddie wants to do is run away. Run to him. And he can’t do either. Can’t tell him.

“It’s not that,” he says lamely.

He gets to watch as Steve’s face scrunches up, crumbles, and then falls until there’s nothing left. His expression empty.

“I’m going home now, Eddie.”

“Why?”

Steve shakes his head and swallows. “Because I’m hurt. And confused. And I don’t wanna talk anymore, not when you don’t.”

And with that, Steve turns around. Walks down the road, disappearing into darkness until the next street light catches him. Attracting light even in darkness.

And Eddie breaks finally. He runs down the street, halfway catching up with Steve until he’s close enough to make sure the other boy can hear him.

“I’m terrified,” he says, making Steve stop. He doesn’t turn around yet, but it’s enough for Eddie to keep going. “I’m so fucking terrified that you only think you have to be my friend because we nearly died together. Terrified that you’ll leave because this thing between us is so heavy, loaded with trauma and memories. I’m terrified that you won’t come over anymore one day, that you’ll be done, that you’ll find friends that are not bonded to you like I am. Or like the kids and Robin and the rest are. I’m… Stevie.”

His voice breaks a little and he approaches Steve’s form, the light catching in his hair, making Eddie feel like a moth on his way to the flame.

“I wonder if we’re friends not because I doubt you. It’s because I know I have nothing to offer you. Nothing but, like, an open ear for your memories or open arms for your nightmares. Nothing but shared memories, which I know are only a fraction of what you’ve been through. That’s not how friendship works, Stevie, that’s not what will be enough in the long run.”

He sighs, rounding Steve until he’s in front of him, but Steve’s looking down at the pavement.

“I want to be your friend, Stevie. But I have this gnawing feeling that that ship has sailed.”

Steve shakes his head when Eddie is done. Says something he can’t quite catch.

“What was that?” Eddie asks, his voice tender, his eyes watery, his breath heaving. He hates being so vulnerable, but he hates even more the thought that Steve would just leave and think Eddie never cared for him.

“You make me dinner,” Steve says then.

He sniffles. Reaches for Eddie’s hand until he seems to think better of it. Eddie feels the emptiness, the cold air on his skin, and longs to be brave enough to take Steve’s hand now. He isn’t. But he thinks about it. He thinks about it all the time.

“You make me dinner and let me sleep in your bed. You make me smile and when I’m at work, I think about you sometimes, just to think nice thoughts. I don’t… There’s nothing you have to do, Eddie. You don’t have to do or be anything to be my friend. And I don’t want you around me just because you know what it’s like to drift off in your head, or just because you don’t question it when I can’t talk. I want you around because you make me laugh and you make me happy and if I could get paid for spending my days with you and with Robin, I would do nothing else in life. Because you, Eddie Munson, are good. And you’re enough. You’re a dork and a nerd and a fucking menace, and you’re kind and good with the kids and you’re a great friend. A great friend, Eddie, fuck!”

Steve is crying, but that’s okay because so is Eddie. Sincerity is scary, scarier than facing down the demo-bats, scarier than telling Wayne he’s queer, scarier than just about anything he’s ever done. But it also allows him to take Steve’s hand and pull him against his chest.

It makes him laugh when Steve sounds so frustrated when he says, “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

It makes him pull back and wipe away the tears from Steve’s cheeks, ignoring the ones on his own.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.”

He hums in surprise when that makes Steve lean in again, hiding his face in Eddie’s neck.

“I’m… I don’t know what to say,” he whispers into Steve’s hair.

“‘S okay,” Steve says. “That was, uh, a lot.”

Eddie laughs, feeling light and elated and a little hazy, the words still catching up with him, his limbs tingling with sensation just thinking about Steve thinking about him at work.

It does nothing to dissuade him from yearning and aching and longing to brush a kiss to Steve’s hair that is so close to him now. His hand comes up to the back of Steve’s neck, and the world slows down. Steve’s breath hitches, and Eddie’s heart jumps.

“I’m… I’m gonna say something, too, okay? Gonna try, at least. Stop me whenever, okay?”

Steve doesn’t react, but his hands begin to move in slow, minute movements along Eddie’s back. It gives him courage. Makes him dream.

He closes his eyes and draws in a deep breath. “I make you dinner because I like to take care of you. I let you sleep in my bed because… because it’s gonna smell like you. I like the way you smell. I make you smile because that makes me stupidly happy. Stupid, really. You make me a little stupid sometimes, Stevie. Because I want to be your friend more than anything in the world, but lately I also… I wanna climb into bed with you and hold you even when there’s not a nightmare. Just to hold you. I wanna tuck that rebellious strand of hair behind your ear just to touch you. I wanna touch you all the time, Steve. It’s a little crazy. Drives me crazy.“

He sighs and goes for the kill because they’re in too deep now, he can’t stop. Steve knows anyway, Eddie is sure, but he wants Steve to hear, too. He wants to say it. Wants to make it real.

“I wanna kiss you,” he breathes, and it’s too real for even the night to disguise it later. “All the time. And you should know that. You should know that maybe we can’t be friends after all.“

The words leave his mouth and he’s ready for Steve to push him away, to let him down gently with regret in his face and repeat his words from earlier, let go and go home like that would solve Eddie’s predicament.

But Steve doesn’t move from the tight embrace. Or, the doesn’t move away.

His hands on Eddie‘s back begin to wander more, leaving goosebumps along the way from his shoulder blades to his hips. His face where it’s tucked against Eddie‘s neck turns slightly until his nose connects with his collarbone. Steve straightens and his nose is replaced by his lips, connecting with Eddie‘s throat, his neck, his jaw.

And then Steve pulls back. Looks at Eddie with hooded eyes, hands moving from his shoulders to his jaw. Cradling Eddie‘s face like he’s something precious.

Eddie is holding his breath, tracking Steve’s every motion, not daring to move or even breathe too deeply lest he scares him off, breaks the spell, bursts the bubble.

Steve swallows and looks down at Eddie‘s lips. “What if I told you that I wanna kiss you all the time, too?”

“Then I would call you crazy.”

Steve smiles and leans in to rest his forehead against Eddie’s, breathing into the night, “Call me crazy, then.”

“You’re crazy.”

It’s the last thing Eddie says for a while before he tilts his head forward to capture Steve’s lips with his own. Steve hums and smiles into the kiss, opening his mouth to let Eddie in deeper, holding him so close there’s no room for doubts or regrets.

[turtlecleric]

Bay!Mikey x Reader, angst? It's pining idiots time. Idk I'm so tired I can barely keep my eyes open but I wanted to do something for V Day

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By the time you make it home, you're exhausted and ready to pass the fuck out. After a much-needed shower, you collapse onto the couch and put something on the tv for noise. Despite how dead tired you feel, it's not late enough to actually think about sleep yet. Besides, sleeping this early would be a waste of your very limited, very precious free time. Still, you don't really feel like doing much of anything, so you proceed to stare at the ceiling while some random sitcom fills your living room with quips and laughter that you don't really hear. 

You're just starting to consider saying fuck it and going to bed anyway when there's a knock at your door. 

You groan as you push yourself up. A little annoyed. A little confused. Those feelings don't go away when you open the door to see a stranger holding up a plastic bag with the logo from your favorite sushi place. 

“Delivery,” the guy says in a bored tone, pushing the bag into your hands.

“Uh.” You glance down at the food, then back up at the guy. “I didn't order any-”

“Already paid for. Says it's for,” he peers down at his phone for a moment, and he grimaces a bit. “...Angelcakes.”

Your eyebrows raise at that. Mikey bought you food? Why? 

The guy heaves a sigh, then leaves without another word. He's not having a very good Valentine's Day, you think to yourself. Then again, until now, you weren't either. It's just another day in your world. Just another day filled with too much work and not enough time. You had honestly been planning on just skipping dinner altogether. 

Mikey. Coming in clutch. Again. It makes you smile, that he thought of you. But, to be fair, he always makes you smile.

Damn it. 

You retreat back into your apartment and pull out several containers with various sushi rolls. A lot of rolls, actually. Like, more than you could ever hope to eat by yourself. 

A second knock pulls your attention, though this time it comes from your window. Ah. That tracks. 

You let Mikey in and immediately get swept up in a hug that lifts your feet off the floor. He sways you from side to side in his arms, pulling a laugh out of you before putting you down, and his smile is like a balm on your soul. 

“Mikey!” You feign sternness, jabbing the center of his plastron with a finger. “You should've told me you ordered food! What if I had picked something up? Or started cooking?”

He snorts at that, pushing your finger to the side with one large hand. “You said you were swamped at work. It's gotta be really bad for you to actually admit how busy you are. You always skip dinner when that happens. Can't have my Angel wasting away.” He winks down at you and heads for the couch, already opening a container of sushi and stuffing a bite into his mouth. He turns back to you, talking around his mouthful. “Especially on Valentine's Day!”

His tone is light, like it always is, but the words make you pause. The fact that he knows you that well. That an offhand text you sent that morning led him to do this for you. It has a swell of fondness growing in your chest, and you feel yourself soften. He really is such a good guy. Such a good friend. 

Friend, you remind yourself bitterly. Just a friend. 

He must sense something shift in your mood, because his grin falls. You see his brow creasing, a worried frown tugging at his lips. “You okay, Angel?”

You take a slow breath before fixing your smile back in place. “Just tired, Mikes.” You join him on the couch, pulling a container into your lap and avoiding his gaze. You need to squash this stupid sadness that's got its claws in you. This stupid… yearning for something you can never have. “...Thank you for this. I really appreciate it.”

He's quiet for a moment. Then he grabs a piece of sushi and holds it out, like he's holding a glass and wants you to clink yours against his. It makes your smile real again, and you pick up your own piece to comply. 

“Cheers, babe.” The nickname makes your chest squeeze, but you push the feeling down so he doesn't see. 

“Cheers.”

The two of you eat in comfortable silence as the show plays. It doesn't take long for you to polish off all the rolls with Mikey's help, and you lay down with your head pillowed on his leg like you've done a million times before. His fingers find your hair and start to brush through, pulling a contented sigh from your lungs. His hand in your hair, his steady breathing, just his presence. It's soothing in a way you'll never be able to fully explain, and soon you find yourself struggling to stay awake. 

Halfway through the next episode, you realize he's… uncharacteristically quiet tonight. Not rambling or cracking jokes. Not even laughing at the show - and Mikey loves this show. He's the one who introduced it to you in the first place.

You're so tired, so close to falling asleep right there with your head on his lap, but you manage to push through the heavy blanket of exhaustion and speak. 

“What are you thinking about,” you slur. The feeling of his hands lightly scratching your scalp is making it hard to focus. Hard to think.

His hand falters for a long moment. Then it continues, but he doesn't answer. Time weaves around you, and you try to keep your eyes open but you can't. You can't. You feel yourself drifting, falling into the waiting embrace of sleep, and it's only then that you think you hear his voice. But it's… different. Sad. More serious than you've ever heard him. And surely you're dreaming? Surely this is just your mind playing tricks? 

“Would you be my valentine,” his voice whispers. “If I asked, would you… would you be mine?”

A lovely dream, you think to yourself. 

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Mikey watches you sleep, still brushing a hand through your hair. You're so beautiful. And he is so, so afraid. 

“Would you be mine?” he whispers into the air. "Would you?"

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Tag list: @yorshie @luckycharms1701 @thejudiciousneurotic @khayalli @mxalmighty @thelaundrybitch

[solomons-poison]

I got Simeon's chat, "An Unexpected Side to Simeon" in the OG Obey Me where he was at a party with Solomon and gets drunk and drunk texts us, saying Solomon had disappeared on him lol. And idk if it depends on which response you choose, but he responds that he'd love for you to come drinking with them next time. And I've been in a mood for confessions and first kisses, so I'm just thinking of MC and Simeon getting tipsy/drunk at a party and things evolve from there...

GN reader, Simeon and reader both tipsy/drunk, first kisses 💋

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Solomon disappears on you two, the party starts to die down and things get quiet and calm. You guys are just feeling warm and glowy from the drinks, sitting together somewhere off to the side, cozied up in a little loveseat, as you wait to sober up a little, just people-watching whoever is left as your shoulders are pressed together.

Finally, you're pretty much alone, but you're just so comfortable in each other's presence and where you are, you can't be bothered to move. Maybe you two chat a little bit, giggling over something silly Solomon was doing at the party, or the brothers' shenanigans. Maybe you're telling Simeon about something adorable Luke was doing when you last hung out.

And Simeon is just hanging on to every last word, although his eyes cant help but wander. He can't stop staring at your face, thinking about how pretty your eyes are, the shape of your jaw, or how sweet your lips are looking. And it's almost a little unnerving, the intensity with which he's looking at you.

When you eventually run out of things to say, or you give him a moment to maybe speak up, unsure if he's been waiting for a chance. He finally speaks up, his cheeks are hot and he's not even sure if it's from the alcohol or what he's planning to ask you. But he's still watching you as he tentatively asks if he can kiss you.

Even though this is the first time, everything just feels so natural, so expected, you nod without even realizing it before hes leaning in. He tastes like the alcohol you'd been given at the party, sweet yet bitter, and dizzying and warm. One kiss turns into two, then a few more. You're not even sure who's initiating each kiss, you're just both magnets drawn to the other's presence that you just can't stop.

But finally, you both have to breathe, and you take a moment to separate although your bodies are still close together. There's butterflies in your stomach, and he's got this yearning, dazed looks in his intense blue eyes. Simeon knows he should be saying something, confessing?? Apologizing??? His words left his mind as soon as his lips touched yours, to be honest. All he knows is that he wants to kiss you again.

You spend a little while longer exchanging these wordless kisses, savoring the feel of his body against yours, the way his hands come up to cup your face in order to kiss you better. You know you'll need to talk to each other in the morning, but for now, just enjoying this moment of bliss.

You both pass out eventually and awaken later with a blanket covering you both, and you know without a doubt it was courtesy of Solomon. As soon as your eyes meet Simeon's, your faces are instantly burning up, clearly remembering the events of last night, including some up-close-and-personal moments. It's a little nervewracking, now that you're a little more sober and face to face with your feelings. But you know, the moment Simeon slides his fingers between yours and gently holds your hands, a very nervous but incredibly sweet smile on his face, everything will be okay.

[barb-l]

Do you have any wenclair fic recommendations?

Yes, I do, and it's called My Bookmarks on ao3 lol

Lemme show em here anyway tho, in no particular order, for people who aren't in the mood to be taken to a "second location". I'm not listing all of them here tho. To know more, just click the link.

So aside from literally everything made by @//eggplant-crusader there's also these:

This was really fun. I know nothing about Eurovision, but I really like the moral about dreams and priorities and having the maturity to pick your battles.

This one got me feeling all kinds of yearning. I'm not really a big fan of angst when it comes to literary media(because it feels a lot more... consuming that way, yanno) but this one also had a lot of hope and tenderness in it that i couldn't help but keep reading. Binged it in like two days? Worth the sleep i lost.

Aside from what I said above, it's also super funny and cute btw. And i love the fic's format, the way every chapter starts with stuff like soc med posts or emails or scribbles written on walls that add to the setting of the story rather than the plot. Reminds me of how I Kissed Shara Wheeler would do that(reading that book rn btw. Would rec that too if you want a fun wlw book)

Has a really cozy feel to it. It reminds me of the older fics i used to read when i was younger for some reason idk

This author has other works that are really good too(notably a fake dating one that i enjoyed) but this one is my favorite of their works. The whiplash i felt when the jokes hit while im still crying was oddly fun

It's an unfinished fic but it doesn't really follow a continuous plot, so it's fine. It's just a bunch of snippets of Enid casually showing off her strength and is quite a joy to read. Also funny. When it comes to me, it's a requirement for something to be funny ehehe

One of my top fics for any fandom i think. It's a short one but a really well executed premise. The thought of Wednesday wooing Enid with anonymously sent two sentence pieces is so cute to me.

I really like the characterization in this. Probably one of the most show-accurate Wednesday's I've read, mostly because they don't forget that Wednesday would still be a little shit to Enid even if she's in love with her without overdoing. It's a shame lots of writers forget that lil bit about her.

[purplesurveys]

1821

Have you bothered to think of the future lately? Little bit. When I do, it's usually in terms of my career. What's the next step, what is it do I really want to do, what can I do that can sustain the rest of my life...it's all questions I barely have the answer to now which is partly frustrating and partly me trying to put the work in because I hope to figure it out soon.

Would you rather have stars in the sky or the moon? I love seeing the moon but stars are the sight that I just don't get to see as often so I would go with them.

If you could choose your phone number, what would it be? I'm fine with mine. I've had the same number for a decade now and I also just don't want to have a memorize a new set of numbers.

Would you rather be somewhere familiar or get lost? Be somewhere familiar. When I'm traveling somewhere new, I'm cool with being adventurous just as long as I have some kind of map and go to places where I know there would still be tourists.

Are you afraid of what you do not know? Not really, if anything it pulls me in for the most part.

Is there something you are always interested in? History is a top placer for this question. There's also cultures, pro wrestling, food, art...idk I like learning about a lot of things haha.

What did you last hear that made your jaw drop? A couple I know who've been a couple for the better half of 10 years just broke up because boy cheated on girl. Can't say I'm super shocked because boy had always seemed a little less invested than girl, but I am still shocked nonetheless. Have followed suit with the rest of my friends and blocked the dude everywhere.

Do you have a question for anyone right now? Not for anyone but just the void, really – What does the future have for me?

Is there something you always order when you go out to eat somewhere? Depends on the restaurant, but generally yes. Like if it's Japanese, I usually look for anything with spicy tuna; if the place serves pasta, I look for fettuccine alfredo or carbonara; if it's serves all-day breakfast I tend to lean towards an Eggs Benedict...

When was the last time you felt like you were starving? I skip meals so this is a usual occurrence.

Would you ever dye your hair all the colors of the rainbow? Like...ROYGBIV at once? Nah.

Do you miss childhood at all? I mean I miss the freedom and innocence of high school and college, but apart from that I try not to yearn for the past.

Do you like listening to music on speakers? Yes, if I'm in the mood for speakers. Sometimes I prefer my earbuds.

Ever feel paranoid? Paranoid can almost be my middle name with how often I get in such a state.

Do you like extra butter on your popcorn? Yes, sure.

Would you rather have Junior Mints or Reeses? Reese's, because I love them as it is but also because I have no clue what the other brand is.

Have you ever avoided going to the bathroom because you were busy? Yes. Same with eat. Thanks to work!

What is the longest shower or bath you have ever taken? I've taken hour-long baths. As for showers, I've occasionally lasted 30-45 minutes.

When was the last time you were in physical pain? Last Thursday. We held a client's event which involved a 3K run that I participated in, but being the absolute least active one in the team + the fact that I hadn't drunk enough water prior + I'm PRETTY sure I am anemic, I had a dehydration episode and all the physical symptoms showed up at once – feeling incredibly hot and cold at once, a pounding headache, seeing black spots, shaky legs, nausea, an upset stomach. Worst shit ever and after that evening I wish my team would start leaving me alone and not force me to join in those runs again for the sake of socializing. A year ago I had the same episode but it was an event that involved hiking a goddamn mountain for the same client, so Thursday just pissed me off because it's like, stop making me push my fucking body for the sake of work.

How many times have you broken a bone? Never and I hope it never has to happen.

Do you own anything “designer?” Sure.

Will you be attending any concerts in the next month? Not any time soon. I went to Seventeen's concert in January, but as far as upcoming shows there aren't really any acts I'm interested in seeing. I do have tickets for Miss Saigon in April but that's it.

What have you been worried about lately? My next job and where I can potentially be headed!!! My job-hunting phase sucked so I agreed to extend at my workplace for two months – this time under certain conditions in my favor – both so I can continue earning while also giving me time to continue looking.

Do you know how to swim? When it all boils down to it, no. Like I like to swim for recreation, but for life and death situations like getting lost at sea I doubt I have the skills to survive for long. I can hardly tread in the deep side of the pool as it is.

Do you think you could go a week without sugar? Well no, don't we all need a certain amount of sugar to survive?

Would you be willing to go one day each week without meat? Yes.

Have you looked at any old photos of yourself lately? Sure. There's been a popular template on IG recently where it makes you bring out a photo of yourself from 2019, so that's made me look at photos of my younger self.

Do you use sunscreen during the summer? I hadn't in the past but I started using BB cream this year and I plan on making it a habit now, especially for summer.

How many pairs of sunglasses do you own? One.

Are you a fast or slow reader? Fast.

Are you a short tempered person? Depends on what type of day I've had. I can definitely be cranky if the entire day has been giving me shit after shit circumstances.

Best thing you’ve found at a thrift store: WWE Encyclopedia.

Would you survive if you were stranded in a strange city all by yourself? Doubt it.

[maygrantgf]

im shaking in my boots! this is my haven au im very excited about it but it is currently in fucking shambles idk when imma post it. here's the beginning of the first chapter <3

was tagged by my beautiful lovely gorgeous friend @bigfootsmom

He feels hands gripping and clawing at him, but they gain no traction. Faces contorted as they scream in fear and agony. The bonds between humanity and order are absolutely broken as he watches them. They reach and grab for him, but he doesn’t even flinch as he is not afraid. He feels giddy- absolutely thrilled that he finally has the privilege to witness the carnage and wreckage. He feels a smile creep on his face. Yes he thinks, this is what it feels like to be-

Buck sits up jack straight in bed with a gasp, as if he has been electrocuted. Cold sweat drips down his face and soaks his sheets. He breathes hard, like he’s just run a marathon in his sleep. He closes his eyes and tries his hardest to get his heart rate back down. 1, 2, 3, 4…  he counts in his head, trying to distract himself from the visuals that have imprinted on his brain. He knows that after a few minutes he won’t even remember anything about the dream, but right in this moment it haunts him and makes his brain feel like it’s on fire. 

He doesn’t know how long he sits there for, just trying to remember how to breathe when his phone rings. He steals a quick glance towards his bed side and sees his boss’ name on the lockscreen. On autopilot, he reaches over to pick it up and notices the time; 6:45am.

“It’s a little bit early, isn’t it?” Buck says snarkily. 

“Oh, is it? Sorry, I just got in. I didn’t wake you, did I?” Bobby says distractedly. Bobby’s a great boss- the best one that Buck has ever had, if he’s being honest, but his boss has a habit of dialing phone numbers without paying attention to the time of day. 

Buck pinches the bridge of his nose, which is still a little damp. He’s gonna have to take another shower. “Um, no. I-I was already up.”

He hears Bobby pause on the other line, “Nightmares?” is all he asks. He’s known Buck for years and knows how prone he is to getting them. 

“Yeah. It’s all good, though. What’s up?” Buck would rather not dwell, yearning for a distraction from the images his mind has created for him. 

“I got a case for you- Haven, Maine. I’ve already emailed you the files. I need you to find one Jonas Lester and bring him back. That’s all.” Bobby says, insistently. 

Buck shrugs even though he knows Bobby can’t see him, “Sounds easy enough. I can be there in a few hours.” He’s already getting out of bed and aiming for the shower. 

“Sounds good. And Buck?” Bobby says and Buck stops to listen. 

“Focus on the job, alright?” Buck thinks Bobby’s words are strange; why wouldn’t he focus on the job? But his head is still muddled with twisted faces and claws reaching out for him, so he mumbles an affirmative and hangs up instead of asking.

Getting to Maine was a breeze, hardly any cars on the road and the scenic views were absolutely breathtaking. He finds his mood improving due to the fresh salt air flowing through the windows and settling over his skin. He hums along to the radio as his eyes excitedly jump over the mountainous views and the greenery surrounding him. As the song changes he thinks he sees a figure in the middle of the road. He gasps and then swerves hard to avoid collision. His rental car ends up nearly teetering the tip of a cliff. He briefly wonders how he’s going to explain this to the rental company when he hears a knock on the passenger side door and he jumps. 

“Need a hand?” Buck turns his head and thinks he’s stopped breathing. 

The stranger is quite possibly the most attractive man he’s ever laid eyes on. His hazel brown eyes, dark hair, and strong jaw makes him look like a supermodel. His dark brows furrow in concern at the lack of response from Buck, so Buck nods his head. 

The stranger nods back and disappears from the passenger window. Buck briefly thinks that the guy just up and fucking left him when he appears again at the driver’s side. He gestures to the locked door and Buck unlocks it. The stranger then reaches in the car and grabs Buck by the shoulder, hauling him out. When he turns around on solid ground, the car is already over the edge of the cliff. There go my new shirts he thinks morosely. 

“Damn,” the stranger starts. “Shame about the car.”

Buck shrugs, “Eh, it’s a rental.”

The stranger glances down and notices that Buck is armed, a gun holstered at his waist. He swiftly steps back and draws his weapon. 

“Woah! FBI! Who are you?” Buck exclaims as he draws his own. 

“Haven PD! Who are you?”

“I just said FBI! Are you deaf?” Buck says, exasperated. 

“Identification! Now!” the stranger demands. Buck starts to reach for his ID, which is in his upper right jacket pocket. The stranger starts to protest and Buck looks at him, annoyed. He puts his empty hand back up. 

“Dude, what am I gonna do? Pull out another gun?”

The stranger looks at him warily but nods to continue. Buck pulls out his badge, and brings it close to his face for ID comparison. The stranger squints, his eyes assessing. 

“Cmon, I showed you mine.” Buck gestures for him to take out his own badge. The stranger complies, flipping his badge to show his ID and brings it up to his own face. Eddie Diaz, the fine print reads. Buck lowers his gun and Diaz follows pursuit. 

“Sorry,” Diaz says, warily. “Can never be too careful, y’know?”

“Yeah, I get it.”

After a beat Diaz says, “need a ride?”

Buck is half tempted to be a brat and say duh, but he promised Bobby a long time ago he’d stop doing that because he’s an FBI agent and people need to “take him seriously”. Instead, he walks with Diaz towards his car. 

“Nice truck,” he says genuinely. 

“Thanks,” Diaz replies. “Had it since I was nineteen.”

Buck opens the passenger door and Diaz leans his hand on the frame, looking at the truck admiringly. 

Buck whistles, “how’d you keep a car that long?”

Diaz shrugs, “I don’t go driving off cliffs.” He says with a smirk and a teasing glint in his eye. Buck glares at him with no heat. 

“Too soon?” 

Buck rolls his eyes and slams the car door shut, not realizing Diaz hasn’t moved his hand from the frame. He promptly slams the detective’s fingers in the door. 

“Oh shit!” Buck says in a panic. “Dude, I’m so sorry! You okay?” 

Diaz doesn’t even flinch. “It’s alright. I’m fine.” He says nonchalantly. He then goes to the driver’s side and starts the car. Buck stares at him, confused. 

“Did you… did that not hurt?” 

“Nah, I’m good.” Diaz says, something guarded in his eyes.  

“Uhh, okay.” Buck says intelligently.  “Have you seen a guy named Jonas Lester recently?”

Diaz glances at him as he puts the car in drive, “Yeah, just left him.” He points the car towards town. 

tagging ... uhh @allysghostinthemachine @lovebuck @fairytaehl @honestlydarkprincess @swiftiebuckleys @yearsandyears

[b-sai-des]

Lush Arpeggios and Nervous Twists – “Bending Hectic”

When thinking about a song to do a deep dive in, there were a variety of really evocative ones that went through my head – the tragic, operatic, synth-filled “At the Door” by The Strokes, the epic odyssey of “Fire on High” by ELO. I almost decided to write about the wild, strange, and dangerous speed chase of “Sugar/Tzu” by Black Midi, but my mind just kept coming back to—

"Bending Hectic" music video, an animation by Sabrina Nichols and Stanley Donwood.

I talked a bunch about The Smile, the band trio of Thom Yorke, Jonny Greenwood, and Tom Skinner, in my blog post about their tour this summer (still wish I could’ve gone in person!), and I think I already talked a little bit about “Bending Hectic” there. The Smile is going to be releasing their second album in January, which I'm super pumped about. This song is funny because I knew even before my Spotify Wrapped dropped that this would be my top track, and indeed it was with 131 listens this year.

“Bending Hectic” is immensely cinematic, beginning with hushed lyrics from Thom Yorke in this incredibly evocative, emotionally moving experience, and it eventually turns into a soaring and jagged heavy metal climax. The specific emotions that this song as a whole evokes in how it sounds are very particular. There are very specific songs I associate with that vibe like “Bending Hectic” such as "Aruarian Dance" by Nujabes (and the song that samples, "The Lamp Is Low" by Laurindo Almeida), “Night Lights (1965 Version)” by The Gerry Mulligan Sextet, “Mojo Pin” by Jeff Buckley, and “Darkest Dreaming” by David Sylvian.  

Love this song, so comforting.

It's cool to hear the original sample to get the original context and how Nujabes utilized it. This song is such a vibe too.

Bending Hectic was my top song this year. This was my top song last year.

Really serene yet pained, it also transitions between soothing chorus to more a more direct chorus.

This one makes you feel like you're floating in the night sky and lying in bed at the same time.

The ultimate comfort song, like an emotional lullaby.

Big nighttime vibes, or a rainy day, or any calm, maybe nature-oriented, atmosphere. The actual lyrics of "Bending Hectic" mention driving along the Italian mountainside. It's very intimate. Warm in that sense, also but very calm and tranquil, a cool, deep purplish blue.

I first heard this live performance of the song a few months before the studio version released, and seeing the stage lighting may have affected my perception of the "color" of the song.

There’s a lot of really interesting things about "Bending Hectic," like that genre shift, percussion, and use of strings, but its most curious feature is the lush, calming main guitar chord cycle which always ends with an off-kilter high twisting and turning, as if Jonny Greenwood is tuning the guitar. In this eight-minute track, more than four minutes have this tune playing, the first of two stretches of it being nearly three minutes, and it really informs the whole feeling of the song because of that even despite the big mood transition towards the end. 

The song begins with the guitar chords, accompanied by a deep, sentimental bass tune, low jangling and gentle, rising crash cymbal sounds. (A quick aside about the bass, it really is a big contributor to that tranquil, emotional feeling, very comforting, and it periodically rises up in a kind of searching, yearning way). When you hear that twisting higher and higher at the end of the chord cycle for the first time, it really throws you off-kilter considering how soothing the tune is. This is the backbone of the song thematically, and we’ll see how it complements the lyrics and how other parts of the song echo it. 

From what immensely little I know about music theory outside of Carnatic music (even there I have much to learn), I suspected that the chord cycle is an arpeggio, and my sister (who plays piano) confirmed this. When she heard the off-kilter guitar tuning part, she said that it was not really part of the arpeggio, but rather the same note being tuned higher and higher. With this we can distinguish the arpeggio and the guitar bending. 

On r/thesmile I came across someone pointing out the incredible similarity of the arpeggio of "Bending Hectic" and this song, which is super cool. If you were to remove the guitar bending of Bending Hectic's main chord cycle it would give a similar feeling to this.

Possible inspiration for Bending Hectic verse chords byu/smithsonian44 inTheSmile

The distinction made by my sister is formal music-theory-wise, but emotionally it’s felt too. With the particular feeling of the arpeggio, my sister mentioned a song that had a similar-sounding arpeggio as well. I bring this up because despite that similarity note-wise, it feels different, and that may come down to the type of guitar. Unfortunately I haven’t been able to find what specific guitar is used for this track, but the song my sister talked about had a sharper, acoustic sound compared to lusher sound of "Bending Hectic." The looseness of these chords makes it feel more raw. Key may play a component too, with "Bending Hectic" being in a lower key.  It evokes much more soothing feelings, as if things are okay, like you’re taking a moment to relax, just taking it all in. (Like I said before, purplish-blue, RIGHT? ....No, just me?) 

See! Purplish-blue.

Also mentioned earlier was how the song talks about driving along the Italian mountains, time being frozen as “you’re gazing at the view,” and it’s a genuinely beautiful feeling. ...Except when Thom Yorke says “Italian mountainside,” it’s “a sheer drop down the Italian mountainside.” It’s a car crash in slow motion. "I swear I'm seeing double, ohohh...." (I really love how Thom sings this line in particular - it brings this aching, accepting quality that matches the chilling string notes). It's weird because despite the danger of the lyrics, the arpeggio is telling you: "it's okay, you can rest now." You just want to float.... The arpeggio’s serene comfort is so essential to the feeling of the song, which makes the guitar bending that much more noticeable. The guitar bending out of tune goes higher and higher at some times, and at other times it goes lower and lower. Both give this growing nervous feeling, gnawing at you despite the calm. The threat of the car skidding “‘round the hairpin.” Every time the arpeggio plays out its vulnerability lulls you into a sense of security and, but then every time guitar bending concludes the arpeggio that security gets thrown off. Then when the arpeggio comes again it lulls you again and you say despite the nervousness “no one’s gonna bring me down,” but then you realize that determination is not to keep on going but instead to “let go of the wheel,” and he's fed up and wants to crash…etcetera etcetera. It’s a wobbling feeling of constantly having these two conflicting forces, and it’s unsteady despite feeling smooth overall. This three-minute beginning part of the song before the first chorus swings back and forth in tempo, starting slow, rapidly speeding up, and then slowing down. When the arpeggio speeds up with its lushness it feels like a wave of relief; when the guitar bending speeds up higher that nervousness tightens more and more. 

A pic of Jonny Greenwood, Tom Skinner, and Thom Yorke released along with the announcement of The Smile's 2nd album Wall of Eyes, which "Bending Hectic" will be on as well. The newest single released, which is the title track for the album, and it definitely has that dichotomy of calm and panic too lol.

The portion of the song (at the timestamp 4:14) following the first chorus returns to that arpeggio again, but this time at a steady tempo in line with the stable drum beat. The guitar tuning end of the arpeggio cycle plays on the down beat with the drums. Here, it’s stable, even with that off-kilter bending, which plays on the off-beat consistently. As I thought about this, I got the idea that the foreboding bending could now be something we’ve become comfortable with, but as I thought more about it while discussing with my sister, it’s more so continuing to creep up and threaten the stability that’s been constructed. The warm, optimistic strings cut out, and we’re back to just the guitar, drums and bass again. The bass stays low and steady in a foreboding manner. Lyrically it’s becoming more tense too – Thom says “the ground is coming for me now. I’ve gone over the edge. If you’ve got something to say…say it now.” With the guitar bending the song is slowly ratcheting up tension, as within the stable, narrow tempo and low wavering bass line there’s something simmering, that twisting nervousness remains even still – yes we may be used to it now but it’s also threatening to go careening off-course. 

That’s exactly what does happen after Thom concludes the verse by saying again “I’m letting go of the wheel,” and all instruments cut out as strings are re-introduced. They're at first expressing concern, and then they turn shrill, horrifying, straight out of a horror movie. (The Shining comes to mind).

Michael Giacchino cooked so hard with The Batman score...the rising strings here!

This is when the song goes full metal mode. Though the arpeggio doesn’t return again, as this is the final climactic stretch, the same bending tuning comes back in the form of Thom’s vocals and the exploding guitar. He goes “Tuuuuuuurrnnnn” as his voice twists higher and higher, and the guitar matches him. I’m reminded of Hans Zimmer and James Newton Howard’s theme for The Joker in the score for The Dark Knight – the track has a similar nervous twisting off-kilter rising electric guitar. 

I think it’s really cool how the central arpeggio and guitar tuning sound of this song forms the backbone of its “bending” motif, which all comes together in its final chorus thematically. It all converges here – in the thick of the car crash, despite the “slings” and “arrows” and obstacles, the crisis that we’ve been thinking would happen, we force ourselves to push through, and that turning wheel to avoid death is expressed with the same high-pitched bending guitar we’ve been hearing throughout the song. The line “I’ve got these slings, I’ve got these arrows” in the first chorus made it seem like “I force myself to turn” was an act of wanting the crash, but now it’s “despite these slings, despite these arrows,” and trying to turn has now become an act of perseverance, an effort to survive. It’s interesting because even though the “turn” is said with hope, in the same sentiment of “no one’s gonna bring me down, no” the foreboding guitar bending we've heard all this time and now hear again suggests that the crash and burn is inevitable. Maybe you can’t escape the crash you wanted so desperately before. The song ends with that feeling in a distorted gnarl of defeat. But the merging of incoming, inevitable pain with perseverance as done using the central guitar bending and concluding lyrics give an ambiguity, not entirely shutting that hope out entirely. It’s a specific line that two of The Smile’s members have walked with their bandmates in Radiohead in songs like “Let Down,” “How to Disappear Completely,” and “Weird Fishes/ Arpeggi.” The Smile's newest single for Wall of Eyes also has that, though its sentimentality is more superficial compared to its jaded outlook.

That dichotomy of hope and despair seems to always come back. One side never quite wins entirely.

[stvrlightgirl]

Overstimulated

pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader

warnings: fluff, kissing (mdni!) touching, idk

wc: 1.2k

a/n: I was in a mood to write something for my favourite spidey boy, so I did this.

Enjoy!

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“Oh my god, I feel like my brain will melt away in a moment.” Peter sighed and buried his face in his hands, trying to wipe away some of the tiredness. It didn't work well, though; he still felt like shit.

You were sitting in one of the quieter corners of the library, trying to study together for your exam, but as you glanced at him again, you knew right away that something was off. He was quieter than usual, and every little sound made him sigh in frustration.

“Hey, are you okay?” Your eyes followed his face trying to read his emotions, and only when he heard your soothing, barely above whisper voice, it stopped his mind for a moment.

You closed your book, shifting your attention entirely to him.

He sighed again, and this time his tense shoulders relaxed, as if your presence eased all his worries.

You always seemed to pick up on when he was overstimulated, and he was thankful for that, even if he wasn’t sure how you managed to catch it. Having hyper-sensitive senses wasn’t all it’s cracked up to be. It was tough to focus on one thing when he could hear every little murmur and conversation in the building. It was pretty overwhelming. Even for a spider-man.

“Not really,” he managed to say, closing his eyes for a moment. “It’s hard to focus when everyone’s talking in my ear.” His pretty, tired looking eyes stared at yours, and in an instant you felt a pang in your heart at the wounded look he gave you.

“Want to get out of here?” you asked softly, your thumb gently tracing his knuckles. “We’ve been studying for four hours, and I’m pretty tired too.” You gave him a reassuring smile, keeping your voice low to avoid overwhelming his sensitive ears.

“Yeah, let’s get out of here before I go crazy,” he said, huffing under his breath. He quickly packed your things into his backpack, then grabbed your hand squeezing it softly to ground himself, and hurried toward the exit.

You arrived at his place in under ten minutes. As soon as the door clicked shut behind you, he pulled you into his arms, gently lifting you by your thighs. He dropped his backpack in the hallway and dashed to his room, where the curtains were drawn and the room was softly dim. You let out a squeal as he playfully dropped you onto the mattress, the bed’s softness providing a welcome escape from the day’s stress. He collapsed onto your body, enveloping you in his embrace and locking you in his arms with his full height.

“Are you going to fall asleep on me, Petey?” you chuckled, feeling his muscles relax under your touch. “I have to head home later, you know,” you murmured softly.

He grumbled, his voice muffled against your neck.

“Then stay. May won’t mind, she loves you more than me anyway.” He lifted his head a bit, so that your nose could bump together. His breath gently warmed and tickled your cheeks.

You felt a fluttering sensation in your belly.

“Okay I’ll stay, but I need to message mum,” you said softly. As he watched your lips move, the words faded into the background, leaving only the soft rhythm of your heartbeat in his ears.

“No, I want you right now,” he said softly. “I’ll call her later, sweetheart.” With one arm gently resting near your head, he reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair that had fallen from your messy bun, his touch tender and lingering, moved to your soft cheek that he caressed with his thumb. He traced your features with his eyes, as though he wanted to memorize every detail and carry them forever in his mind.

“What are you thinking about?” The sound of your voice startled him from his reverie, and he looked at you with a tender gaze, as if you had just drawn him from a beautiful dream.

“About kissing those pretty lips.” he replied, his voice a warm whisper, eyes filled with a yearning that mirrored your own. You felt his thumb trace delicate patterns on your lower lip, and your heart fluttered wildly in your chest, its rhythm quickening with every touch he gave you.

You reached with your palm to cradle the nape of his neck, your fingers brushing against the delicate baby hairs. As you gently tugged, a soft, blissful moan escaped his lips.

“I thought you were tired?” you teased, a playful glint glistening in your eyes as a mischievous smile danced on your lips.

“Oh, shut up.” He gritted through his teeth, and before you could say anything more, his lips were on yours, capturing you in a deep, hot kiss. His large hand cupped your face, fingers gently pressing into your cheeks as if to draw you even closer. The tender pressure sent your mind spiraling into a whirl of blissful sensations, making everything around you fade away into a cloud of dizzying euphoria. He deepened the kiss, teasing your lips with his tongue and asking for permission to explore your mouth. The soft, insistent pressure made your face reddened and you responded eagerly by opening your mouth slightly, to get him access. He continued to tease and tantalize you with his touch, his hands roaming over your body, their path starting from your waist and gradually making their way under your shirt. His kisses eventually grew softer, more tender with each touch, the sensations building and intensifying. Finally, as his mouth moved to your throat, his lips lingering in a final, wet, and deliberate kiss, you felt his face bury into the crease of your neck, as he softly sighed, his body finally relaxed. You could feel the change in the way he melted into you, his weight settling gently against yours.

“I don’t know what I would do without you.” The sound muffled as his face pressed against your skin.

“I don’t know, probably die from overstimulation?” You teased, resting your head against his temple.

You loved him like this.

“Don’t even joke about it, you brat.” He pinched your side pretty hard, to make you squirm. You could already imagine the soft pink mark left behind.

You both settled into a comfortable silence after that. Your lips still felt swollen from kisses, and the sound of his soft, rhythmic breaths, gradually becoming slow and steady snores, acted like a gentle lullaby, coaxing your eyelids shut. A sense of peacefulness and satisfaction enveloped you like a warm blanket, as you succumbed to the pull of sleep.

Maybe you needed him more than he needed you, even when overstimulated.

[theharrowing]

I have reread Boy Blue almost three times now. You are such a talented writer!! I hope this message dont bother you but I have two sorta fun questions:

1. When I watch Rainy Days, for some reason I feel like it's super Boy Blue-coded (?) Like idk, the ambiance, the moodiness, the yearning. What era / mv BTS you associate with Boy Blue characters (if any)? Or you can also answer for Collateral, whichever you want!

2. When you write a story, do you begin with like knowing how it's gonna end first or do you build a rough outline of events and then decide the ending? All the endings (if you can call it that) in Boy Blue and Collateral have been so unpredictable (literally I could NOT guess how it was going to end) so I'm just interested. Btw I'm not a writer so I'm sorry if this is a weird question!

P.s: i'm glad I didnt trust Yoongi in Boy Blue hehehe

Thank you so much for writing again and sorry for the long message!

ANON HELLOOO!!! 😍

THREE TIMES that’s wild wow thank you so much!!! (the chapters are pretty quick hehe but still wow!!!) this doesn’t bother me one bit, i’m very excited to respond to these! this is going to be a VERY LONG response hehe enjoy.

this response will contain spoilers, for anyone who hasn’t read these fics!

1. i get such big Boy Blue vibes from Rainy Days Tae!!! both in the way he is burying himself in the art (idk i get this obsessive vibe tbh) and also with how 😐 stoic and serious he seems through a lot of it. i see Boy Blue Taehyung trying so hard to distract himself but all he can see is someone’s face/likeness and he needs to paint it and carve it and build it somehow. and yes, definitely the ambiance and yearning!!! i will definitely be making it his personality in White Lies haha.

originally, i wasn’t really associating their personalities with any era, but Boy Blue Taehyung maybe had hints of Stigma performances (especially with blue hair, of course.) Yoongi and his boys i just imagined in like a Velvet Goldmine crossover almost, and Jungkook was if My Time were a little more punk (and a little more whiny haha.) (Namjoon and Seokjin didn’t really have development lol sorry boys!)

for Collateral, Yoongi was originally from That That, and the others came from any number of eras (Butter maybe, Proof at times.) but because these roles don’t really fit the guys normally, it’s all kind of all over the place and i don’t really imagine them from specific eras (i have been more or less keeping Yoongi current throughout Collateral and using more recent descriptions and images every time, with the exception of some mood boards.) sometimes my mind goes to Weverse magazine shoots, especially 2020 and 2022.

2. i almost never plot things out when i start, which was the case for Boy Blue and Collateral lol. i did sort of plan the ending of Boy Blue by the time Yoongi was introduced but i was still playing around with various ideas. (glad you didn’t trust him tho bc i made him obsessive and weird like immediately and it felt like nobody really caught that??? there were hints of his involvement throughout, tho, because i always loosely wanted that to be a plot twist. In the basement, when Yoongi says, “This wasn’t supposed to happen” what he means is “This isn’t how we planned it.” and even in earlier chapters when they are first captured, his behavior is erratic because he is upset with Taehyung, especially for having a gun.)

i finally wrote an outline for how i wanted to end Boy Blue somewhere around chapter 40. i was like “ok, we need to end this fic, it’s been going on for a long time now.” i think around 42 is when i had the ending completely figured out. most of Boy Blue was the product of me just logging out of class and creating chaos.

Collateral got an outline in chapter 12, and boy howdy, has it changed a lot. i don’t think think i had the actual ending set in stone until chapter 15. i think that was the point when i decided that in order for this story to get the ending i wanted, i needed to plan a sequel, and i slid Balming Tiger into the story.

THESE ARE PROBABLY WAY MORE WORDS THAN YOU BARGAINED FOR but i get really excited to talk about my fics, so thank you for giving me something fun and thoughtful to wake up to! feel free to ask more questions if you would like to! i am an open book!!! 💙💙💙 and thank you so much for reading!!!

[losingherface]

NSFW alphabet with Ellie ^_^:

A/n: Something different and i like reading these so why not

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A/Aftercare (How is ellie after sex): Ellie is gentle after sex, typically placing you as the little spoon and herself as the big spoon, after a shower, she also throws a comfortable blanket over the two of you.

B/Body part (Fav body part on herself and you): On herself, Ellie loves her arms and how strong they are. On you, she loves your curves, specifically your thighs and is always touching them. Also to her, you’ve got a gorgeous face.

C/Cum (Cum stuff lmao): Um lots of cum everywhere.

D/Dirty secret (Ellie’s dirty secret…)- She would like to maybe tie you down completely someday but she’s too scared to ask

E/ Experience (how experienced is Ellie?) - I think that Ellie would be experienced. She teaches you everything you need to know and is kinda amazing at what she does lol

F/ Favorite position: Ellie likes it when you sit on her face the most but anything with a great view of you is just fine. !

G/ Goofy (Is she serious is she not?)- Ellie’s main goal is to leave you feeling like you’ve left earth and just came back. I think she’s a bit more serious, her woman’s pleasure is not a joking matter! (lol)

H/Hair (Does Ellie have hair basically)- Yes. And it’s so hot

I/ Intimacy- (How romantic is she during the moment)- Ellie is only romantic before and after, during, you pretty much should just expect aggressive ellie

J/Jack off (masturbation)- Ellie masturbates only when you’re gone. She’s walked in on you masturbating plenty of times and always finishes the job

K/Kink- Ellie loves seeing you vulnerable and mushy under her, she likes tying you up, spanking you if you want and sometimes she leave a soft little -I love you- slap on your face after making you cum.

L/Location- (where does Ellie like to do it?) - Ellie likes it in her little house but if it’s time then it’s time, she’ll do it anywhere privately.

M/motivation(What gets Ellie in the mood)- Seeing you do daily activities without a bra, like for example bending over to pick something up. Or reaching to the cabinet and seeing your hard nipples and boobs move- Yeah, makes ellie crazyyyy

N/No (She’s not doing this)- Knife play, Being rude/calling you out your name unless it’s a cute pet name lol

O/Oral- Ellie likes giving, on occasion though, she’ll let you go down on her.

P/pace (Is she rough? Slow?) - Ellie is rough, sometimes too rough you’ll have to tell her to stop. But you love it

Q/Quickie (Does she like sex being quick ) - No! She likes to take her time with you. She’ll probably tease you or something but that’s it. You’ll have to wait until the both of you get home.

R/ Risks (any risks?)- Not from ellie,but from you. In public you love to flash her (W consent ofc) Um i guess that’s pretty risky

S/Stamina (How many rounds can she go?) - After she’s done with you, she could go again and again. She loves seeing you a mess after everything

T/Toys (does she own any sex toys like a strap) - Yea she owns like two and only uses it when she reallllyyyyy wants to be in complete control

U/ Unfair ( How much does she tease you)- When you’re in the mood, she’ll grab your thigh/boobs/ass just to see what you’ll do. Sometimes when the two of you are in bed, she’ll reach her hand down just to get your attention then she’ll turn around and fall asleep

V/volume (How loud is she)- You can be very loud, on the other hand, Ellie isn’t really, she’ll just curse a bit and whisper in your ear. She’ll grunt and moan a bit but that’s it.

W/wild card (Sexual Headcanon for Ellie)- Um she’s top and doesn’t like it any other way. Idk you come up with one of ur own

X/ X ray (What’s going on under her clothes)- Um nice sized boobs lmao quite small, Toned stomach…

Y/yearning (How much does Ellie want sex)- All the time. You even say something in a slight tone, she wants you

Z/ Sleep stuff afterwards- Ellie and you typically talk/cuddle or watch tv after showering after everything. You usually are exhausted so pass out immediately sometimes but it takes her awhile to. she would probably need some food to help her out.

A/n: thx for reading <3

[notnctu]

push & pull | kim doyoung

❀ slytherin!doyoung x hufflepuff!femreader ❀ genre - SLOW BURN, smut, fluff, a bit of humor (idk not rlly) ❀ details -  hogwarts!au, fwb to lovers?, y/n is a player lol, jealous doyoung, mutual pining, doyoung is a lil mean ❀ word count - 9.7k ❀ warnings - explicit language, possessiveness (a concept of marking), dom!doyoung, angry sex?, slight dirty talk, penetration, fingering, praise kink ❀ synopsis - in which a prideful slytherin and an oblivious hufflepuff play a clueless emotion game of tug of war.

❝I thought Hufflepuffs are to be loyal, so why do you sleep with other men?❞  

❝People say Slytherins are ambitious, so why didn’t you pursue me?❞ ❀ a/n - i changed the plot a little bit as i was writing lol but hopefully it still fits everything! i said this in the teaser, but i want to preface and say that the magic/marking is not canon to harry potter, and that the only thing im using are the sectional houses/subjects. besides that, everything is made up LMAO also pls b lenient with me, i read hogwarts!au but writing it is very out of my comfort zone and am very bad at creating anything magical 

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Kim Doyoung, the Slytherin boy of your dreams, mindlessly and imperfectly steals glances your way across the dining tables and under several hundred floating lit candles. He sits huddled with his few posh friends that wear the same green and silver tie situated so tightly underneath their necks. And you, just looking as dazzling as ever, with your yellow and black tie hanging loose and a few buttons undone from your dress shirt.

He hates how easily you catch his attention and his ability to spot your figure in a dense crowd. You barely even look his way in public now, often distracted by a broad Gryffindor that tries to make flirtatious advantages at you. And when he thinks it can’t get any worse, it does… as you’re flashing your bright beautiful smile back at him and the shift in your body language.

“You’re staring again.” Yuta flickers between his friend and the subject of his focus.

Doyoung clears his throat, smooths his tie and physically turns his body away from the horrendous scene. “It’s very hard not to stare when she’s flirting with other men in front of me.”

“Does she do it on purpose?” The silver haired boy raises a questionable eyebrow and Doyoung reacts before he can speak.

He perks up and narrows his eyes at Yuta. “Purpose? Like to make me jealous?” Doyoung scoffs, laughs almost at the ridiculous thought. “The answer is no. We’re not exclusive, we’re nothing.”

“If you two are nothing, then why are you acting like you two are something? Get a grip, it’s practically sickening watching you fume over a ditzy Hufflepuff.” As Yuta prepares to bite into his delicious soft bread roll, it flies out of his grip, down the long table and onto another person’s plate.

Both boys are quick to stand to their feet and face each other chest to chest. Neither one of them is intimidated by the other, but their other friends around them are rather shocked by the sudden discrepancy.

Doyoung forcibly brushes off an imaginary dust off his good friend’s shoulders and draws a perfectly strained fake smile, knowing that others may be watching and he is a Prefect after all. But most importantly, you could be watching. “Call her that again, and your dinner won’t be the only thing that’s thrown across the table.” His threat is loud enough solely for Yuta to hear.

Yuta, with glaring eyes, picks up his dinner tray and walks off with his chin held high and a brisk in his stride. Doyoung clears his throat in the midst of the brief silence and out of habit, fixes his tie back in place. He takes a seat back down and the chatter at the table resumes, but he’s beyond embarrassed and disappointed at his loss of temper that everything drowns out.

Almost everything. He feels a light tap on his shoulder and out of annoyance, he spins around hastily and sharply snarls, “what?” But his eyes land on your fearful wide eyes and the slight cower in your stance, knowing that you caught onto his bad mood. And he’s half in disbelief that you’re approaching him right in the center of the Great Hall, that you’re standing so beautiful a foot away from him.

Instant regret and guilt fills his chest, his sharp eyes soften at your pout and the concerned furrow in between your brows. Nonetheless, he doesn’t have any words to say… he can’t get himself to apologize for his behavior.

“Do you want to walk to Herbology with me?” The quiver in your voice made you seem so small, so desperate for him, that he can hear the reactions of his friends. They’re laughing, at him, at you, at the whole scene that’s unfolding. He feels mocked, being a laughing stock isn’t something he’s very fond of.

His lips form a tight line, and in a snarky tone, “you don’t know your own way, Puff? Mind you ask your own Prefect to guide you.” Fuck. He tried to find the nicest way possible to brush you off, but his friends laugh a bit louder and intensely. And you didn’t like that one bit.

Your lips part slightly in a frown, an eyebrow raised and a hand on your hip. You look as if you’re ready to attack him, to jinx him, to probably pinch at his skin. But he knows you, and you’d do none of the above. Instead, you say the one threat that causes his heart to sink into the pit of his stomach, “don’t talk to me in class.” You’re slipping away from him as you pick up your pace, exiting all the commotion in the Great Hall.

He tries to hide the disappointment that stems from his chest, and his heart beats with an inexplicable dull pain. All he can think about is the twist of your expression and he’s gathering his things rather quickly to follow after you, without even a bid goodbye to his clique.

Without any knowledge of what you two do behind closed doors and the complex history that you two share, one may view your relationship as practically nonexistent; you two are strangers, barely passing acquaintances. 

Doyoung does not approach you in the halls, in anywhere that necessarily has many witnesses. You smile at him, maybe even a wave depending on your mood, but no one questions it … as you wave at almost everyone who passes by you.

Classmates might see interaction during the one class you two share, if they pay attention close enough. However, you and Doyoung are much more to each other than passing acquaintances. Although he’s starting to see himself as another name on your list of individuals you sleep with, you are much more to him than you could ever know.

He’ll never forget the first time you two met. He was patrolling the halls for anyone lurking past curfew with his nose dug deep in his heavy book on magical creatures, when you walked right into him and caused the both of you to fall to the granite.

He was beyond ready to dock off points for whoever the rule breaker may be, but you took his breath away when you hovered above him and clasped your palm over his mouth before he can scold anyone. You looked a bit frazzled as your hair was all over the place and he noticed your minimal amount of clothing in the middle of a cold winter night.

He saw the signature Hufflepuff badge on your thin sweater and the sound of your voice completely threw him off his tracks.

“I’m so sorry.” You whisper at the stunned Prefect underneath you, whose body feels warm against your own. But your eyes remain frantically on the lookout for anyone else passing, despite the lack of light in the cobblestone hallway. You most definitely do not belong in this wing of the castle and knocking down a Prefect caused more of a problem in your escape route.

Quickly standing up, you lend your hand out for him to take. His long fingers accept your hold as he pulls himself up and dusts the dirt off his robe. His green emblem glows in the dim light and you’re internally screaming at the mess you just made for yourself. But you recognize his features: the sharpness in his eyes, the small curves of the corners of his lips, his neatly parted black hair.

“You’re in some deep---”

“---Kim Doyoung.” The boy freezes at the sound of his name and he blinks at you, curious as to where you know of him. Being a Prefect has its small perks of popularity, but he didn’t expect for it to go this far. “Y/N, we had brooms together.”

As he repeats your name and examines your pretty features, a light bulb goes off in his head. “The clumsy Hufflepuff that fell off her broom in the highest altitude?”

“If that’s how you remember me by.” You smile proudly, and he scoffs at how someone could possibly hold pride in something so silly. “It’s nice to see you around, you’re a Prefect! Wow! That’s incredible.”

“And you’re still as clumsy as you were a year ago. Falling all over the place.”

“Unfortunately, some things don’t change! But you certainly have.” Doyoung looks at you with hooded eyes and a cautious gaze, but you’re so outlandishly bold despite swaying with your hands behind your back. “Please, don’t take that the wrong way. I meant it as a compliment! I used to have a tiny crush on you, baseless, but you helped me catch my broomstick and I’ll never be able to forget that.”

Doyoung, unknowingly, lights up at your shameless confession and takes another good look at you. You're much more mature now, and if he stared into your alluring gaze any longer, he’d be completely mesmerized without the need of a love potion. “So you liked me over a meaningless chivalrous act?”

“I liked you because you were charming and yes, perhaps I am someone who finds attractiveness in men who are chivalrous. There’s nothing wrong with that.” You bat your sweet eyelashes at him so endearingly, and he’s a blushing mess all over the place.

Doyoung has had anonymous love letters passed on from his friends, but they were all Slytherins who yearned greedily to be associated with his status. So knowing that a Hufflepuff, with an innocent youthful approach to love, festered some form of infatuation with him does flatter him quite well. “I’ll let you go.”

You’re about to exhale an exasperated sigh of relief until Doyoung continues, “under one condition.”

“Okay, I’ll do anything.” Your gleaming eyes sparkle like stars paired with the night sky.

He rolls his eyes at you, “don’t be so quick to jump at conditions without hearing them first.” Doyoung groans and you passively brush off his comment.

“If it’s harmless, I’ll do it.”

And in the dead of the night, where only you two stand in the middle of an empty cobblestone hallway, Doyoung requests, “I want to see you again.”

Although that night marked the beginning of your friendship, public interactions were still scarce and this was mainly on the fault of Doyoung. The times you met were late nights past curfew where he was stationed at and he grew to enjoy your wondrous personality. This boy grew up in a Slytherin bubble his whole life, no one outside of his house ever dared approached him … at least, not with the warmest smile as yours.

You were everything he was not, but he liked it so much. You were a half that completed his whole, and there were growing pains he couldn’t confide in anyone else. Surprisingly, you knew his imperfections more than he did himself and yet, you still wanted to be around him to encourage him. Not to mention, you had a sudden growth in other parts of your body and formed into your features very beautifully.

He wasn’t the only one who noticed, as there were more male counterparts who smiled at you, talked about you, fawned over you. And he felt something heighten inside of him along with his existing romantic feelings, and that he began seeing you in a new light.

With you experiencing new things, like hand holding and being showered by love letters on Valentine’s Day, it was wrong of him to fester such envy over the ones who publicly adorned you. He was so blinded by his hot headed rage that he completely missed the fact that you never accepted anyone who confessed, maybe the hand holding, but everyone else was a complete rejection.

All this time, you had been waiting for him and when you two shared your first kiss together, you had an assumption that Doyoung was going to finally confess that he felt the same way. But he never did. You two did, however, further your relationship into something more intimate and taking each other’s virginities opened a whole pathway of possibilities --- none being one where you two end up officially together.

He was the first to sleep with someone else, that was his first of many mistakes that he was going to make in his relationship with you. It also became the drop of the needle for you to start seeing other people as well, to explore what Doyoung couldn’t offer, to rid yourself of the feelings you had for a boy that didn’t seem like he wanted anything more.

Chivalry was dead and Doyoung believed that the innocent youthful Hufflepuff love had disappeared from within you.

As his present day runs after you, you’re abruptly stopped by a Ravenclaw for a small chat. Damn you Hufflepuffs for being friendly and social. So, he rushes past the two of you and into the classroom to await for your arrival. The quick shade of green flashes by your side and you’re fuming incredibly at how Doyoung continues to play you like a harp.

When you slide into your assigned seat next to him, he goes off like a canon. Doyoung starts spewing backhanded excuses and endless shameless rambles about his behavior. “I told you. Don’t talk to me during class or I will jinx you. Won’t be able to talk with your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth.”

“You’re not going to jinx me.” With a subtle flick of his wrist, your chair is pulled closer to his. “And if you were to do so, you wouldn’t do something so cynical.” Yelping at the abrupt usage of his magic, you’re irritably pressing your ink into your journal with a newfound annoyance.

“You’re right. I’d turn you into a duck, so at least, you’re still cute to look at.” The mindless scribbles on the paper make no sense in your head, as you’re primarily zoned in on the disrupted energy you have about your Slytherin companion. These ill feelings make you almost sick, wanting to shut out any bad replay of the moments before and forgetting about the attention you seek so much from Doyoung.

“For you to successfully cast a jinx on me, you must make eye contact first.” His finger lifts your chin and you’re eye to eye with his lustful dark stare. Doyoung licks his lips, a shine shimmers from his saliva, and he’s tempted to bring you into his chambers for an intimacy he’s been craving. “My, oh my. You’re looking very charmed today.” A grin curves up and taunts you, and you’re blinking away down at the table.

“Doyoung, we’re in class. Please, focus.” Your desperate whisper turns into a whine once his cold hand slyly smooths over your bare knee.

“Are you free later tonight?” Doyoung peers over at your side profile and your skin feels soft at his fingertips. He’s imagining your intoxicating scent mixing with his sheets, your light playful kisses along his neck, and gripping onto every naked part of you. For a whole minute, he’s forgotten that he’s in class with other no name individuals and a boring professor. He has tunnel vision whenever he’s with you.

“I have an arrangement.” The grip on your knee tightens at your quiet answer. An arrangement.

“The Gryffindor who had leafy greens in between his teeth?” Doyoung treads lightly, because you’re both well aware he’s made harsher insults than that. He retrieves his hand and picks up his pen as if he’s never touched you.

He sees your head shake out of the corner of his eye, you’re rolling your lips together sheepishly. There’s something odd about your stance and he’s growing a bit more curious…. A bit more spiteful at how closed off you are being. There’s something you’re hiding from him. “Then, who?”

“Is there something you’d like to discuss with the class, Mr. Kim? If not, I’d like for everyone to head over to the greenhouse.” As the class slightly snickers and the classroom empties, you and Doyoung are stopped by your professor.

Professor Sprout, wearing her worn out Dragon hide gloves and a thin lined smile, shoves a potted plant into Doyoung’s hands, “behave, you two. Your conversations are never very secret when spoken aloud.” She gives both of you a warning before proceeding out along with the rest of the class.

Doyoung scoffs at the absurd encounter and rolls his eyes. “Ah, you’re getting me in trouble with you now.”

“I’m sorry, Doyoung. It’s better that you don’t know.” You say this every time, when will you realize that keeping your hookups a secret only causes him more agony? He catches your wrist as you both exit the corridors, he barely ever has you alone now. And to say the least, he fucking misses you.

“Spare me some of your time after class.” He’s disgusted by himself, knowing that his eyes are begging for you to say yes. Him, a highly admired Slytherin, has settled for scraps and if anyone knew, they’d never let him live.

Your hand gently clasps over his and when you look up with your starry eyes, something inside him feels at peace. “Did you miss me?” He gulps at your question and blinks at you like a deer in headlights. If said by anyone else, he would not hesitate to snap his fingers into a malicious spell. But you ask the million dollar question so sweetly, there’s no taunt… there’s no mockery in your tone. It’s full of genuine curiosity.

So, he answers you with part of his heart that you know too well. “Unfortunately.” His body falls slightly in defeat, and suddenly the potted plant is alive in his hands. It’s wailing a dangerous and annoying loud cry, completely ruining the moment.

Doyoung quizzically ponders the monstrous green plant and its magical capabilities puzzle him, possibly reminding him to pay more attention to the actual curriculum than on your unbuttoned shirt.

Moreover, your giggle surprisingly calms him in this stressful situation and you lightly pat his hand that’s still gripping your wrist. “I’m all yours after class.” 

Taking the wretched plant, you hurry off toward the greenhouse to find someone to diffuse the crying creature. Doyoung laughs in disbelief at your comical animated figure running around with a pot over your head and shouting for any student to help you. So you’re not paying attention in class either?

Doyoung takes you to your favorite place, despite the rule that you’re not allowed access to it. The Prefect Bathroom remains spotlessly clean and fresh paired with an immediate scent of rosewater and wild honeysuckle. The white polished marble gleams prettily under the twinkling diamond chandeliers and you’re twirling enthusiastically in the center of the large undressing area.

He observes and smiles widely to himself at the sight of your happiness and cute giggles. It’s always a risk to have you use their bathroom, but he is always abusing his privilege to seek your enjoyment that he truly doesn’t care about anything else. Your morality has beaten him enough and he’s heard plenty about his wrongdoings, yet here you are… sweetly dancing in the one place that’s absolutely wrong. Perhaps, you two have rubbed off a little too much on one another.

“I can never get sick of this place.” As you plead to Doyoung to cast a bubble bath, you’re already stripping out of your skirt. He shields his eyes to give you some privacy and recites the charm to run hot dazzling water in the ginormous pool. A nice soothing bath is exactly what you two need after a stressful day playing in the dirt.

“This is your favorite place.” says Doyoung with a matter of fact edge to this tone.

“It’s my favorite place because I only get to come here with you.” You jump on his back and he hoists you up by your thighs. His heart skips a happy tune. “I refuse for you to tell me the password, even if you do wish for me to enjoy the simple pleasures of a bubble bath.”

“You and your right and wrongs.” With eager hands, you’re loosening his tie from around his neck. “You stripped so fast that you’re going to get a cold.”

“It’s going to get steamy really soon. Plus, I know you like me best without any clothes on.” Your hot breath tickles the shell of his ear and a blush scatters across Doyoung’s cheek. Button after button, his open shirt exposes his toned build. He sets you on the edge of the elevated step before the bath.

Doyoung smirks at your nakedness and your hot lustful expression. Leaning in until he’s practically breathing against your lips, he stares straight into your eyes. “My Puff knows me best.” And dives into you with all his soul. Fruitful drags of his lips along yours, his long tongue enters your mouth. His large hand carefully caresses your cheek to pull you further into the kiss, noses pressing into skin and with a desire to never part.

His heart swells lovingly, kissing you feels like the best thing in the world. There are no tricks, no spells, no recited charms, but you are more than magical. The same surge of energy runs through his veins, but unlike his impressive ability as a notable wizard, he can’t control it. You make him lose control. As meticulous and cautious as he is, you’re the first thing he doesn’t think through.

Your needy hands push off his dress shirt and he hurriedly unbuckles his belt. When you break the kiss, he automatically pouts and pulls you back in for one more lingering peck. “Are you going to scrub my back for me?” You smile, dragging him closer to the overflowing bathtub.

Large puffs of white bubbles spill from the rims and disappear with your every step. It reminds you of sea foam that washes upon the shore, with a floral fragrant that fills your lungs. “That’s quite an intimate gesture, but yes.”

After removing all his garments, he joins you in the large pool of glossy bubbles and the clouds of steam that rises from the water suffocates him warmly. He sits with his back against the wall and eyes unwavering on your alluring expression. 

The bubbles do a great job at covering your breasts, but his sneaky hands snake under the water to grip them. Doyoung grabs a full tit and thumbs over your erect nipple, all while he holds the most sensual gaze with you. Slowly, you naturally end up in his hold and your wet back relaxes against his chest.

The beating of his heart is too loud and surely, you can feel the way it jumps out of his chest. Doyoung attaches his lips on your skin and as you’re melting at his harsh suckling. However, you perk up and snap out of your dazed arousal at the realization of his purposeful licks. “You’re trying to mark me?”

His hand continues to rub and twist your aching nipples. The sensation stimulating the growth of pleasure to sprout below and your mind to wander. 

“Possibly.”

A lovers’ mark is the ultimate testament of mutual love. Engraving the skin with your beloved’s Patronus, wherever the giver chooses to mark. Love emblems are meant to be something sacred to the couple, a way to make someone completely untouchable to everyone else. Not only does the symbol glow with an iridescent shine whenever love is felt, it also numbs any romantic feelings for all others besides the partner.

Besides the use of possessiveness, it’s a beautiful way to discover one true love since the engraving of their Patronus shows up on the skin under the conditions that both individuals must be madly in love with one another. And if it doesn’t end up forming, the receiver is left with a bright, sparkling star hue in its place before fading away completely. If it does appear, it fades when both fall out of love.

“Doyoung--” His name falls from your lips as a moan and he’s running down to explore the beauty between your legs. “--can’t do that unless you actually want to commit to me.”

“I am committed to you.” The more your neck cranes off to the side and exposed to him, the more he wishes to etch the symbol of his love for everyone to see. A hand is hooked under your thigh to keep your legs spread open and you’re gasping at the slight pressure from the water.

“Romantically committed to me.” You remind him, but your train of thought is cut fairly short as Doyoung begins rubbing circles on your needy clit.

“You’re afraid of it showing up?” He’s lathering your breasts with bubbles and dragging his long finger along your slit. His greediness overtakes him and with wandering hands, he’s gripping every part of you that they can reach. Doyoung’s guilty pleasure is always going to any form of physical affection from you specifically. When he finally gets ahold of you, it’s hard for him to let go.

Your warm skin is delicate and smooth beneath the very tips of his fingers and every exploration of your terrain makes him feel inexplicable explosions of fondness. Perhaps, you’ve captivated him and although he believed it would take something as extreme as the Amortentia to have him falling for someone, you did it as easily as being yourself. His better half.

So, he’s impressed by your genuineness and how he’s willing to give up parts of his reputation to unapologetically be himself around you. No one else matters, nothing else matters, but why must it be so difficult to tell you that?

“I’m afraid of it not showing up.” You’re more than convinced that Doyoung has confused his strong sense of lust with love and there would be no possible way his Patronus would appear. It’s better to save the embarrassment for the both of you.

Spinning in his arms, the water twirls to the curves of your body and he’s admiring parts that expose above the surface. He’s matched with your beauty before him, resemblance to the stained glass window that situates above the large bathroom.

However, the doubt in your statement finally reaches his ears and he’s grabbing your ass as you settle over his thighs again. His furrowed eyebrows bring together a rather upset expression --- lip pout and all.

“Why wouldn’t it show up?” Doyoung puzzles, bringing your arms to wrap around his neck. Leaning into him, your pruney fingers trace his smooth chin and he notices your quick flicker between his eyes and his lips.

While your gentle kiss reassures him of your subtle endearment, your next words do the opposite. “You tell me.” All you do is push him away with your vague doubtfulness, like you’re constantly testing him and using his poor guessing skills to your own advantage. He can pull you close after any altercation he wants, but you push him away in any emotionally romantic sense.

“You’re rather mischievous and mysterious today,” Doyoung squeezes your ass and smacks it lightly, causing ripples in the water. “I liked it better when you told me everything you felt.”

Suddenly, his fingers poke at your entrance and his other hand drops in between your legs again. Your mouth opens in shock when his long fingers enter slowly and he enjoys the pleasurable contour of your reactions. “Like this, for example.” The pad of his fingers working rapid flicks against your sensitive bud. “How does this feel?” His whisper dances across your shoulder, landing a kiss at the end of his question.

Your moans echo in the lavish bathroom, bouncing off the marble walls and encouraging Doyoung to keep a steady pace. There’s no worry about how loud you may be, Doyoung charms every room before every lustful encounter. This allows you to let go, let free, let him know how he makes you feel.

He curves his fingers into you, pumping and dragging into your tightness until you’re practically screaming. He only has one thought, as his eyes trail down your intoxicated needy figure, how beautiful you are as a moaning mess under his control. Your head is thrown back, eyes are squeezed shut and opening them to see nothing but tiny yellow starlight.

Dainty kisses line your exposed neck line and his ego swells with so much pride. Doyoung has mastered every flick of his wrist to have you under his trance, spewing nonsensical words and forgetting anyone else that exists. He gives your erect nipples harsh licks and with a faint drag of teeth, the sensation pushes you to your end.

Sporadic pleasurable convulsions cause your legs to close around Doyoung’s hands, but the strength of his knee keeps them apart. “Doyoung… I’m going to free fall.”

Leave it up to you to beautifully announce your climax. He snickers, applying more pressure on your clit and a rubbing motion against your walls. “I’ll catch you.”

Moon crescents embed into his skin as you’re holding onto him with your whole life. As your scream hits every octave, the massive collection of bubbles that cover the surface of the bath fly and splatter every corner of the pristine room. 

White and wet bubbles drip down from the walls, falling from the diamond chandeliers, and coating every steamy mirror. Doyoung’s eyes light up from the chaos, making sure you’re riding out your high for as long as he can provide.

Your body trembles with euphoria, falling forward into Doyoung’s chest and squeezing around his lazily pumping fingers. For a brief second, your mind is wiped and nothing in the world feels better than being in this perfect moment with the one person who’s Patronus you hoped would etch your skin.

If one possesses feelings that are practically unbearable to contain, one should confess… right? For all your life, you’ve lived by this statement. Friends do not hear the end of it and most surely, one should follow their own advice… right?

So why do you yearn for Doyoung in your gaze as he stands across the Great Hall as if he doesn’t know of your existence? As if he wasn’t kissing you in the Prefect bathroom a few days prior?

It’s not an understatement to say that you catch the attention of almost every person in the room, but the one head that refuses to turn your way… the one who’s looks you wish to steal… is the one person who looks right through you.

Feelings have become a nuisance ever since the first time you confessed to him and it was worse than landing on cobblestone after falling off your broom. The reason why you’ve buried them deeper than any chamber is that you’re positive that the prized Slytherin would rather be with another, preferably one from his own house.

While you try to remain optimistic and playful for the time being, you’re simply replaceable to him. He can barely care to acknowledge you in public when Gryffindors boast about you in their arms like winning a trophy. You’ve kept good relations with every Ravenclaw you’ve slept with. You’ve kindly rejected every romantic gesture another Hufflepuff has offered.

But if there is one thing you’ve learned about him is that he’s lived in his Slytherin circle for as long as he lives. And it will stay that way. You’re his sweet Hufflepuff that he’ll push away at no cost, then pull you back in secrecy.

Now if one feels as if they’re wasting their time, one should leave… right? Wrong. Kim Doyoung has skewed with your morality… and your feelings remain loyal to him since the day he confessed to see you again.

“Lemon-drop, I’ve been looking all over for you.” An arm slings around your shoulders and the notable red and gold tie is the first thing you see. Jung Jaehyun, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, flashes his deep dimples at you. “Walk with me.”

He extends his palm out for you to take and your friends painfully elbow your sides to wake you from your hesitation. Taking his hand, you get up from the dining table and follow him out the Great Hall.

Doyoung sees the scene unfold before him and rolls his eyes at how Jaehyun’s dimples are all it takes to have you wandering off with him. Despite every wicked intent to follow you two, he heads out in the direction of the dormitories to fume in his room.

“It’s such a nice and sunny day today.” Jaehyun runs a hand through his luscious brown locks. You both exit into the front courtyard as other students are scattered on the lawns mingling with one another. When you peer up at the sky, the sun is barely seen past the layers of clouds.

“Jaehyun, is there something you needed to speak with me about?” His laughter roars, full of hefty song and amusement.

“Listen, lemon-drop. I like you and I have a feeling you feel the same way. I want to mark you if you’d let me.” Jaehyun smirks and just as he brings your hand up for a kiss, you gently let go. “Am I coming off too strong? We don’t have to do it today, I just wanted to see if it would show.”

“Jaehyun, you’re going to find an extravagant person one day. A person who is going to know all your favorite castle balconies to swing from and how you like to be kissed on the nose.” His ears grow a bright red and for once, his gaze drops to the ground. “I am, unfortunately, not that person for you so I must kindly reject your confession.”

As you turn on your toes, Jaehyun lightly holds your wrist to stop you. “But, you know all those things about me. Is there anything I can do to prove that we belong together?”

“I know them because I care enough to remember things you tell me, not because I loved you enough to observe these things about you. I give you my word that there is nothing you can do to prove me otherwise.” The corners of his lips dip downward and you’re running to the one person that will erase this sad rejection from your memory.

When you’re scanning the Great Hall for any sign of him, he’s not there and it leads you to his only hiding place. Doyoung loves to shut himself out from the rest of the school whenever he gets the chance. However, a lost Hufflepuff wandering outside the entrance of the Slytherin dormitories is rather an odd sight to see and you haven’t had the chance to form many connections from this house.

The sparse amount of Slytherins you know aren’t going to be passing by, unless with some stroke of luck, someone will be kind enough to open the door for you. Every person passes by you with questionable stares until a silver haired boy blinks at you with wide eyes.

“Who is it that you’re trying to see?” He asks abrasively, but softens his tone when he realizes that you mean no harm.

You bid him a small grin, “your Prefect.”

“And what for?”

“There is an urgent matter that involves him and he’s practically unreachable when he’s hiding away in his private room.” The boy narrows his eyes at you, but beckons you to follow him down to the Slytherin dungeon.

Excitedly, you hurry behind him and whisper over his shoulder, “what’s your name?”

“Nakamoto Yuta. No need to tell me yours, I’ll doubt he’d want me to know.” He spits and then, mutters the enchanted password to reveal the large green common room. “Come this way.” He leads up the boys’ dorms and walks briskly. Although you never mentioned a name, Yuta seems to already know who you’re here to see and it makes you wonder how he must know.

“Open up.” Yuta stops and knocks at the wooden door, Kim Doyoung written in a fancy penmanship on the center. “You have a guest.” He looks your way before rolling his eyes at Doyoung’s irritated tone through the other side.

“Tell them to leave.”

“He wants you to leave.” Yuta repeats, mostly to satisfy Doyoung’s nag.

“That’s fine. Thank you for bring---” The door swings open abruptly and Yuta almost loses his balance. Doyoung frantically turns his head side to side to comprehend what he is seeing. His ears felt deceived, hearing your voice through the door, he had to make sure it wasn’t you.

But you stand before him and Yuta. Here you are approaching him whenever he least expects it. “What are you doing here?”

“I came by to see you. I’ve been here plenty of times.”

“What are you doing bringing her in?” scolds Doyoung and the other boy shrugs carelessly.

“What was I supposed to do? Let her bat puppy eyes at several other Slytherins and have her telling everyone who passes her that she came here to see our Prefect? It was also getting cold out.” Yuta mumbles, but finds great entertainment at seeing how frazzled Doyoung has gotten by your presence.

“It was a bit chilly.” You admit and Doyoung groans, pulling you into his room and shutting the door on Yuta. “Thank you, Yuta.” You whisper through the crack between the door frame.

“It’s too risky for you to be searching for me around other Slytherins.” Doyoung paces the room and you notice his tie is loose and shirt is unbuttoned around his neck. “Why are you here?”

“A Gryffindor blew me off. I thought I’d come and see you with all the free time I can get.” Taking a seat at the end of his neatly made bed, your legs swing adorably and Doyoung almost doesn’t hear you.

“Jaehyun? Does he think he’s too good for you or something? That cocky dimple Gryffindor, with the draw of my wand---” Doyoung whips out his intricately customized Dragon Heartstring, and you’re on your feet to calm his temper down.

“Will you put that thing away? I’m here for you.” Your giggle warms his tight chest and puts out the fueling flame for anyone who dares to hurt you in any way. “It’s not a big deal and it’s not the first time it has happened.”

Doyoung uncomfortably clears his throat and withdraws his wand. Buttoning up his shirt, he fixes his tie back in place. To say the least, your words erupted his festering jealousy and this may have been a small tipping point.

Before you had entered, he was so frustrated with himself and you. You can just walk away with another man without a second thought, in front of him too. He remembered the soft feeling of your body and how he’s not the only one who’s needy hands ran their course over you. That may be the one pain he can never get rid of.

“I never understood why you give other men the time of your day when they just brush you off undeservingly.” He stings and you’re slightly surprised at his sudden attack. When you respond in silence, he continues.“I thought Hufflepuffs are to be loyal, so why do you sleep with other men?”

Crossing your arms, your weight is barred on your left leg and there is a shift in your overall mood. With an eyebrow raised, you sass him back, “People say Slytherins are ambitious, so why didn’t you chase after me?”

Doyoung swallows hard and blinks at you speechless. A clammy hand runs through his black strands as he tries to find any possible explanation without confessing his feelings. If he had a plan to confess, it would never be in the middle of an inquisition with you.

“I guess you didn’t think before acting on your desires.” And how he hated how correct that statement is. He doesn’t ever think whenever he’s around you. All his actions are conducted with his emotions and the feelings that overtake him.

Doyoung scoffs, rolling his eyes at your rash comment. “Aren’t you supposed to have the strongest morality among all the houses?”

“Sleeping with multiple men isn’t morally wrong. There’s nothing wrong with it…” The slight hurt from his question is difficult to ignore, but you must remember one thing if you want to protect your heart on your sleeve. This is nothing serious to be bickering over. You two aren’t anything serious, so why feel the need to squabble over nonsense? “... it would only be wrong if someone liked me and wished to commit to me.”

Your eyes meet and Doyoung blinks at you with wide eyes. His Adam’s Apple bobs as he gulps again, completely whiplashed at how the conversation has turned. “And if that’s the case and you like me, would that make you jealous, Doyoung? That’s why you’re trying to poorly attack my character?” He’s never heard such a strong taunt in your tone and he’s baffled by it, slightly aroused, but shocked.

“I don’t like you.” His voice is small and he pouts his lips at you. Doyoung crosses his arms and perhaps, his sad expression reveals a little more than it should have. Your heart softens at his ridiculously cute response, had you expected something much more angry and vindictive.

“Then this conversation is over, right? I’ll be on my way now. I have herbology.”

“We have the same class.” He grumbles, grabbing his robe from his desk chair.

You open the door to make your exit, “but since you don’t want to be seen with a Hufflepuff, I’ll go ahead first.” When you stumble out into the hallway, a recognizable face brightens at your appearance.

“Haechan! Hello, I haven’t seen you in a while.” You’re cheering and Doyoung chews the inside of his cheek. His pride is left at the door and along with all the things that hold him back from you, he doesn’t want to push you away anymore.

“My favorite Hufflepuff, are you just leaving?” Haechan walks up to open his arms, wishing to embrace you in the longest hug. However, Doyoung quickly takes you by your hand and rushes past him.

“She came to walk with me to class. Bye Haechan.” And Haechan is left standing in the middle of the hallway, confused and watching your backs as you’re both briskly walking out the common room.

Doyoung looks back at you, “you think I’m going to let you walk out of my room and have another Slytherin walk you to class? Don’t be so foolish.”

But you are foolish. Your heart beats foolishly and loudly for Kim Doyoung. And may you be foolish enough to wonder if his heart does the same for you.

And it does. Foolishly. Loudly. Lovingly.

You both wonder if this vicious cycle will ever meet its end. Doyoung pushes you away by ignoring your existing relationship, but pulls you back into his embrace as if it never happened. You push him away by running off with other men, but come back to him as if he’s the one person you’re loyal to.

But on this particular night, after mass circulation of rumors reaches the ears of the lovesick Slytherin, Doyoung is pulling you away from your huddled group of friends in the middle of the long corridor hallways. Without any greeting, any spoken words, he’s dragging you to his room right in front of everyone to see. His hand around yours like it was two days prior, but with an expression so grave on his sullen face.

The silence between you two brings no comfort, but you don’t dare say the first words. Doyoung, finally, approached you first in public and it is possibly for a greater reason. Perhaps you’ve done something horribly wrong, and the moment you two step into his room that you’ll hear a mouthful.

However when he closes the door to his room, your hand immediately drops from his embrace and he turns to face you. There is a darkness in his eyes, one that light cannot touch, and his lips are tight in a line.

There is an eerie silence that fills the dark room and the murky windows paint the area an ominous green. Doyoung focuses on your confused, yet adorable expression. “Why did you lie to me?”

The door catches your slight stumble and you’re blinking cluelessly at him. “About what?”

“Jaehyun.” He breathes the name in spite and aggressively loosens his tie. “He didn’t blow you off. You rejected him and he’s telling everyone it's because you’re in love with someone else.”

You scorn at such a ridiculous rumor and for the fact that it’s even made its way around to Doyoung. Another realization hits you. All it took for him to approach you in public is a meaningless rumor.

So in response, you laugh and it mocks him further. “This is not a laughing matter, y/n.”

“I’m sorry, but why are you so upset at that? Fine. I did lie to you, but I never told Jaehyun I was in love with anyone else.”

“Are you in love with someone else?” Doyoung says with balled fists at his side. There is a mixture of anger and sadness running through his veins and he’s so sick of feeling this way.

Your hesitation speaks for you, “It’s better that you don’t know.”

“You say this every time and it does nothing to ease my conscience.” Doyoung throws his hands in the air and stares at you with sharp eyes. “Is that why you were afraid that my emblem wouldn’t show up? Because your heart belongs to another. Yeah, I heard Jaehyun wanted to mark you too.”

Men and their constant want to prove something to themselves with their marks. Everyone has a twisted reality of markings now. There have been many others who have tried to mark you, feeling as if lust would be enough to suffice its appearance. As one's Patronus is special to their own protection, a beloved’s Patronus mark holds the same value.

You’re quite at a loss for words, “I was afraid that it wouldn’t show up, not because of myself, but because of you.”

Doyoung points at himself in disbelief. Him? He loves you more than anyone he’s ever encountered, even if you didn’t know it. “I wouldn’t have almost tried it if I wasn’t sure of myself.”

“You don’t love me, Doyoung. I don’t even know if I can even say you romantically like me.” Those words hurt the both of you and it lingers in the room for longer than you’d like.

“Do you think I fuck you meaninglessly like all those other losers you sleep with?” Doyoung steps forward, pulling you into his chest and admiring everything he’s fallen in love with. A pain spreads across his heart as he thinks of you with another person, of someone else kissing you, of someone else making you happy.

“You really don’t feel it in the way I kiss you?” He asks once more and your own stare drops to his shoulder, a bit ashamed to maintain eye contact with such pained eyes.

“And if I did? How would you explain that? That you are actually in love with me?” Your questions pelt him like rocks. As he pushes you on his bed, you pull him down with his tie.

Doyoung drinks you up like fresh water, a crisp and refreshing love that encourages him to reach heights. His hand cups your face and his feather touches reminds you of his gentleness. Your lips taste like sweet honey, dripping and coating him with a sticky sugar.

He’s happier with you and he’s the happiest kissing you. Perhaps, it’s hard for him to express with words, but he’d always hope his actions speak louder. So, his lips press against yours with a whirl of passion and every good feeling that grows in his chest.

The collar of his shirt is wrinkled in your fist and you’re holding him as if you’re afraid of him letting go. Doyoung runs a hand down your torso and lifts the end of your skirt up. A warm hand pushes your legs apart and a finger presses your clit through your cotton panties.

Your mouth opens into a moan and he takes this opportunity to shove his long tongue inside, lapping with your own. As a wet spot forms on your panties, he pulls them to the side and gathers the slick to gently rub your erect clit. His name is lost and muffled in the kiss, but you tap at his chest.

When he breaks away and halts all movement, he looks down over you with a fire burning in his dark orbs. And a confession falls from his swollen lips, “may I mark you?”

“And if it doesn’t show up?” Though, you’re wishing to the most powerful wizards that it does or else your heart would shatter into a million pieces beyond repair.

He bites his lip and every possible outcome scatters his thoughts. It’s too hard to concentrate, so he doesn’t at all. He focuses on your pretty lips and the way you look at him like he’s the only person that matters. “Then, we’ll deal with the consequences later.”

With your quick nod, Doyoung attaches his lips to your neck and harshly sucks at your skin. For the most part, it’s a pleasurable feeling and sends a shiver down your spine. So, he licks and nibbles until he can barely breathe. Your faint scent of patchouli and ginger intoxicates him, wraps him up in a fuzzy coziness that is unmatched.

Your hands unbutton his shirt and a final gentle bite seals his mark. If the love is reciprocated, the emblem would take a moment to form. Doyoung is rather hopeful and excited, as he’s never seen his Patronus before. “You look beautiful.”

“And you look dazed as if someone charmed you.” You giggle and kiss his red lips.

“You’re quite the powerful one, my Puff.” He smiles against your jaw before proceeding to your mess down below. He gives your aching clit a few licks, which cause your body to twist and turn at the sensitive sensation.

“Please, I haven’t felt you in so long.” Whining and tugging at his hair, Doyoung leaves a lasting kiss and gets up to remove his pants.

“Did you miss me?” Doyoung raises a suggestive eyebrow and cocks his head to the side in mockery, a smirk growing on his face.

You reply with a silly response that only he knows and causes him to chuckle, “unfortunately.” And he’s finding every way not to confess his endearments for you.

His dick stands tall and proud against his abdomen, giving it a few jerks as he watches you strip out of your own clothes. You turn around and sit on your knees, with a slight tilt forward and the arch in your back to accentuate your ass.

Doyoung rolls on the protection as quickly as he can. His hands lightly smack your cheeks and slowly enters your dripping hole. His hands grip your hips as he slides deeper into you, both being moaning messes at the delicious feeling.

“Have you always been this big?” You look back at him and to which he devilishly smiles at you.

“You know just the way to fuel my ego,” when his length is fully buried inside of your tight walls, he wraps an arm around your waist and a hand on your tit. “After all the times you’ve been fucked, your pussy is still as tight as ever.”

Doyoung slams hard into you, showing no mercy and causing you to jolt up. He takes every frustration, every feeling of anger, every ounce of jealousy into his thrusts. “But you take me so well, darling. I’ve never seen someone as pretty as you.”

His compliments cause your heart to soar, despite the soreness you’re beginning to feel in your pussy. He’s relentless, bottoming out until his tip is practically in your guts. “Just like that, baby. You’re the only one who fucks me this good.”

He blushes under the low light and leans forward to kiss the top of your head. “My Puff, you’re so sweet to me.” The loud squelch of your tight pussy gripping his dick fills the hot room, “and so wet.”

You’re shamelessly dripping on his green velvet blanket and Doyoung picks up his speed. Your knees give out as you fall face forward into the mattress, hands in fists from the incredible pleasure of every hit. Your ass now in his full view and every tingle of magic lights up in his veins.

Your throat is raw from screaming and moaning, Doyoung holds your hips steady to thrust into a new angle. Automatically, your body twitches as his tip hits your special spot and he’s well aware that you’re close to releasing.

And with his fast thrusts, he asks you an intimate question that is fueled by envy and rage. “If I fuck you the best, then why do you sleep with other men?”

There are no thoughts in your mind to even give him a white lie, to mask the truth of your actions. He’s fucking you into an oblivion that it’s hard to even focus on anything besides pleasure. The books on his shelf begin to tremble as you’re crying out, “I- I don’t know! Fuck, please… ! I’m tipping over.”

“Answer the question or I will stop.” He’s absolutely cynical and you have every reason to believe his threat. Doyoung lifts your limp body upright, against his torso and an arm secured around your middle as before. His hand snakes to your clit, rubbing feathering circles over the neglected bud.

Nonetheless, his single action paired with his tip grazing harshly against the particular spot causes your legs to tremble. “Do you want me to stop?” His threat rings in your ears when you still left him without an answer.

You’re so close, you’re starting to see white. So, you say what your heart tells you and the truth falls from your lips in a loud confession. “Because I wanted you to love me instead! I fucked them to forget about my love for you… fuck, I’m--”

“I’ve got you. Let go of yourself, baby.” Doyoung slows his hips when your walls squeeze around him sporadically. Every book flies out and hits the opposite wall, clattering the floor with heavy academia. However, he repeats your proclamation endlessly in his mind and his heart surges with the most intense romantic desires.

“I do love you, y/n.” He whispers, cumming into his rubber and simply holding you tightly. He lets go of every prideful arrogance in his body, tossing the lame reputation he always tried to hold onto. He didn’t need that if it meant losing you. Doyoung chuckles to himself for being an obvious cliché, announcing one’s love in the midst of a lustful act. He pulls out and gently tucks you into the covers.

Breathless, you’re finally realizing his confession. “You do? Are you sure?” Any subtle movements has your aching lower half in pain, so you settle with resting on his plush pillows and await for him to join you in bed.

All this time, from beginning to now, you’ve been oblivious to his yearning looks across the Great Hall. The intensity of his kisses had been lost upon you completely as you had convinced yourself that he was incompatibly of loving you back. Even now, as you lay in slight doubt, you’re wondering how you managed to have everything fly over your head. 

When he discards his used protection and with a quick flick of his wrist, every book finds its original place on the shelf again, he enters the warm covers. Your arms wrap around his neck and you’re admiring each other’s expressions in the low light. He spots the notable twinkle in your eyes and his thumb lightly rubs your cheek.

“If the symbol of my Patronus doesn’t show, I promise to love you harder until it does.” Doyoung leaves the softest, most loving kiss on your lips. He’s more than thankful for the lack of light as he’s bashfully red all over his cheeks.

“Usually, people just give up.” Your voice is harsh, possibly from the deafening screaming of pleasure prior.

Doyoung shakes his head. He’s made too many mistakes in this relationship with you. Sleeping with another. Ignoring your existence. Being too prideful to be seen with another house. All these incidents have made him feel nothing but ugliness and distraught, and pushed you away further than how much he is able to pull you back.

He loves you. He’s in love with you. He’s fallen for you recklessly as you did off your broom the first encounter. You’re everything he’s never been and never will be, yet you don’t care. You’re by his side, despite his spitefulness and you never miss a beat. That innocent youth approach to love, oh how he wishes it never faded, and though he thought it did, it didn’t. You remain true to your character when he fights with himself internally.

“That would be a mistake and I can’t afford to keep making them.” A glossy sheen over Doyoung’s regretful eyes, but you pull him closer and you refuse to let his eyes wander.

A tired harmless sigh escapes your lips and a dreamy haze overcomes you. Besides the reminder of needing to use the bathroom flashing in your mind, there is nothing else you want to dissect. Feelings are too complex to discuss at the moment and the resolve has already passed.

Regardless of the marks appearing, you’re content with the night and for the rest of your days. Kim Doyoung, the Slytherin boy of your dreams, loves you back and the power of that alone beats any spell in those dusty old textbooks.

“Why can’t we lay here forever?” Your heavy eyelids fall slowly and your voice grows small.

Doyoung kisses your shoulder, then your neck. “That’s impossible. I can’t give you forever.” He mumbles against your skin, sending vibrations across your throat.

“You are my forever.” Doyoung halts and is left speechless as a white glowing entity catches his eye. And the absolute perfect outline of his Patronus sits underneath your jaw, brightly shining with iridescent brilliance --- he makes out the outline: a White Swan, representing his love for you. Doyoung smiles to himself and hopes for it to never fade. Perhaps, he can give you forever.

some fun critical questions to think about hehe -

why do you think y/n lied to doyoung about jaehyun confessing? why do you think yuta helped y/n enter the Slytherin dormitories? what is the meaning behind the White Swan Patronus? Why do you think y/n continued to like doyoung after all this time?

there are no right or wrong answers, just something fun to have you thinking a little more about the fic haha if you want, you can send me an ask about it :) but overall, no pressure and thank you for reading! please leave me some feedback if you can! happy new year!

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Josh Kiszka NSFW Alphabet (Smut Headcanons)

ok....so I've been wanting to do one of these for a while and I may have gotten a little carried away. This is by far the smuttiest thing I've ever written, please forgive me. let me know if you guys wanna see more stuff like this, maybe with the other boys? idk anyways enjoy!!

Warnings: Everything....

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Josh likes to stay inside you for a minute after he finishes, either burying his head in the crook of your neck or pressing his forehead to yours. Once you are both ready to part, he immediately goes to get you a glass of water and a warm washcloth to clean you up, making sure you’re doing okay. Sometimes one of you will suggest to clean off in the shower or soak in the bath for a little bit, and the entire time he’ll hold you close and press kisses to your temple, cooing words of praise and telling you how much he loves you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Josh loves his mouth, how it can give you passionate kisses and whisper praises, but also bring you to an orgasm so easily. He loves your hands, the feeling of them roaming the expanse of his skin, how they look wrapped around his cock, and the tingle he gets when you tug his hair and claw his back.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

There is nothing Josh loves more than being buried deep inside you when he cums. He loves the feeling of your walls clenching around him, loves to see his seed leak out of you when he’s pulled out, using his fingers to fuck it back into you. As far as your release goes, what he loves most is feeling you fall apart on his tongue, tasting your release turns him on more than anything.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Every once and a while the thought of you dominating him crosses Josh’s mind, specifically pegging. He had kept his longing a secret for the first year of your relationship but accidentally let it slip one night, but you informed him you’d try it out if he really wanted to. It became an activity you two revisit every couple of months.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

The man has some experience under his belt - I mean he is a famous musician - but nothing too crazy. He had about five or six partners before you, but most of his experience he gained with you. Both of you had vastly improved your game over the course of the relationship, and you knew each other’s bodies like they were your own.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Every position quite honestly, but he especially loves when you ride him. It allows him to gaze up at you and get the perfect view of his length going in and out of you, the sight often causing him to throw back his head and let out a throaty moan. Truly Josh loves any position, but especially the ones that allow him to see your face and the expressions you make. He still likes to have you on all fours every so often and also spoon you while lazily pumping in and out of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It really depends on the day, but most of the time sex with Josh is light and playful. Giggling is a common occurrence from the both of you during the act, and you will catch Josh with a smile on his face quite often.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Josh prefers to keep it natural down there, only trimming every once in a while if things get really out of hand. He has a dark happy trail leading down from his belly button to a lighter patch of brown curls on his pubic bone that surrounds his length. In addition I think Joshua doesn’t really care what his partner decides to do for their grooming, actually I believe he finds it extremely hot if they keep it natural down there because he thinks you were made perfectly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Most of the time he is extremely intimate, only being taken out of the moment if there’s a lot of other stuff on his mind, or if he is particularly stressed, but he is a very romantic and attentive partner for the most part.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Let’s be honest, Josh has a very high sex drive, and that can be a bit of a problem when he’s on tour or when you’re not around. He takes care of himself by thinking of you, porn isn’t really his thing, if he’s gonna have some sort of visual aid it is going to be photos/videos of you, his favorites being intimate polaroids he’s taken of you that he keeps hidden away.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Whooo boy, there are a lot of things this man is into. I’d love to go more into detail on each one of these, so maybe one day I’ll write a piece on these. To name a few, Josh is into hair pulling, light choking, period sex, squirting, mutual masturbation, praise, edging, domination, i really could go on forever.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your shared bedroom is always the top choice, but you guys like to get creative, you’ve done it in the shower, bath, car, backyard, restaurant bathroom, empty field at night, secluded hiking trails, his childhood home, and when you guys are very impatient he’ll bend you over the kitchen counter or prop you up on the arm of the couch.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It doesn’t take much to turn this man on, he’s so insanely in love with you that everything you do gets him going. Sometimes on stage he’ll spot you in the crowd, seeing you dancing and singing every word, that’s something that really gets to him, and it takes everything within him to not run off stage and fuck you right then.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Josh wouldn’t wanna do anything that puts you in pain, he hates seeing you suffer and would never want to do anything that hurt you, no matter if it would feel good for him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

There is nothing more beautiful than the face Josh makes when you take him in your mouth. He closes his eyes and leans his head back, grinning with his perfect teeth and sticking just the tip of his tongue out. His moans and words of praise are angelic as well, and the way his soft eyes gaze at you as you swallow his release. As much as he loves your mouth, he prefers to have his on your core. God that man eats your pussy like it’s last meal. Lapping and sucking at your clit, alternating between dipping his fingers and tongue into your tight cunt. He could-and has- cum from just eating you out, it brings him just as much pleasure, and his mouth waters thinking about how good you taste.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s all of it. It depends on what mood you’re in but this man will make slow, passionate love to you in the morning, fuck you fast and rough in the evening and everything in between.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Josh doesn’t mind a good quickie every once in a while. If you have somewhere to be 10 minutes after he gets home from the studio, no problem. Man can make you cum in less than five minutes, and he does not hesitate to demonstrate.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yassss Joshy boy loves to take risks, as long as you’re comfortable. If you propose an idea and it intrigues him, you’ll be trying it within the next five minutes. That’s part of what makes your sex life with Josh so satisfying, you two aren’t afraid to switch things up.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Usually two is where Josh taps out, but sometimes you two decide to stay up all night smoking, talking, cuddling and fucking. Times like those he can go about 4 or 5 rounds. When you two are both home he fucks you at least twice throughout the day.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You own a few toys that you both use, together or alone. After he left for tour once Josh bought you a vibrator so you wouldn’t miss him too much. Sometimes he’d pull it out while fucking you, just to hold it on your clit. That usually ended with you making a big mess and Josh being extremely satisfied.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Josh likes to tease you a little bit, but he actually enjoys it more when you’re the one teasing him. He likes still being a little submissive.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Much like on stage, Josh is loud in the bedroom as well. Between his throaty moans and grunts, he also is constantly talking to you. He responds to your sounds by saying “Yeah, you like that?” and “tell me how good it feels” and so much other dirty talk because he’s a cocky little shit. He’s also big into praise, whether that be praising you or getting praise himself.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

If there’s one thing that makes Josh feel totally elated, it’s making you squirt. The first time he did it was totally unintentional, he was just eating you out like usual, but his fingers curved a certain way and you bursted. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, and he became obsessed with making you do it over, and over, and over again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

This man has a beautiful dick. It’s about 7 ½ - 8 inches long with some nice girth to it. It leans a little to the left and has a nice curve to it, and it has some veins that rub your walls deliciously. He used to be self conscious of his dick but you assured him it was perfect and it never failed to please you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Have you seen how hyper this man is? You briefly mention something or even say the word “sex” in a sentence and his clothes are off.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on the day, but for the most part he likes staying up for a little while to talk with his arms around you, eventually quietly thinking about how lucky he is before drifting off.

[angelizs]

Question for you!!,do you perchance have any fic recs youd like to share or writers to recommend:0?

HII ANON!!! of course I do!! you can find some fic recs on my paint the roses tag (amidst some fanart), I promise they're all worth a read!!

I'm not sure if you have any specific characters you'd like to read about, so I'll mention some of my favorite writers!!

alright so. first things first. if you haven't read I've become the villain's lover! yet I urge you to do so because it's so good. genuinely I think about it constantly. the manhwa tropes for each dorm leader fit so well and are delightfully cliche to read about, definetly one of my faves!! Liya is super sweet too and her writing deserves all the love!!

if you'd like some good soulmates au with Jade then check A human myth of red out! even if soulmates aus are not your cup of tea (as they aren't much of mine either) I still reccomend it, Aqua's writing is wonderful and all of the inner reflections and break of expectations accompany Jade's character so well!

DREW'S WRITING OMG. this Cater roommates au is AMAZING. GIVE IT A READ!!! Cater is soooo in character and it's so funny too! also, this fake dating with Jade fic. literally life changing. one of my faves ever ever ever. my mind lives there I'm always thinking about how good it is! got me kicking my feet and giggling!!!

idk how long you've been in the fandom, but I think you might have stumbled upon Laurie's writing before, all her scenarios are so nice to read, she's very creative! I personally really like this Reader turns into a siren (with Jade), as you call feel all the allure from reader and Jade's yearning!

KIMIKO IS SOOO FUNNY, seriously you'll be laughing out loud at your phone when reading her works! one of my all time faves of hers is this living with the housewardens as it's so domestic... I love domesticity... but fr give her masterlist a look, it's super worth it!!

I also really like Aurora's househusband series, since, as I said, domesticity is very apealling to me. take this Househusband Azul as an example and if you like it, do check out the event masterlist!

Moray's butler Jade is so nice too, I really like the dynamic as he is a bit of a butler type character!

Pando's writing is also super nice to read! I've really liked her recent Rook event prompt, even if you don't like Rook that much I garantee this will make you fall a bit for him, the imagery is just soooo good!

Mob's dorm leaders turn into cats series seems to be so cute too! I'll admit I still have to read it, but I'm sure it's very good (I promise I'll read it once I get enough time to do so!!)

Rui's Diasomnia freetime is so cute and funny, definetly a light hearted read to lift up your mood! their works make me smile a lot!

now. hear me out. it's time I go absolutely insane over them. if you haven't checked out their writing yet then WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? PLS PLS DO!!

MAL IS SO FUNNY, all her smau posts are wonderful, I really like the Kalim idol series! all the characters interactions are so funny fr she got me giggling at my phone with every update! the ignoring them series was the first of their works that I've read and it still has got a special place in my heart <3 how about your good dose of first years roommates? and if you're feeling up to some angst how about this Diasomnia royal au?

AMORA'S WRITING IS LOVELY, all of the imagery and metaphors are truly breathtaking, I never get tired of reading her works <33 it's a MUST to read this amazing Jamil fic, literally so canon, I love the dynamic between reader and Jamil soooo much! Amora's Jamil is god tier, you'll fall in love with her writing too! also, take this Jamil love languages, it'll warm up your heart <3

I don't even know where to start with Cherry's writing. the way she elaborates headcanons is very captivating and how she inserts little references for their disney movies is so endearing! I've been thinking a lot about this Silver fic lately, the whole atmosphere is so reminiscent of The Sleeping Beauty! honestly? here, just take her whole masterlist and have fun, you'll be there for hours, so enjoy to your hearts content <3

obviously there are many other writers and fics I could reccomend, but these are the first ones that come to mind! twst fandom has a lot of wonderful people that are willing to share their works with us and I'm very grateful for that! I hope you can check these fics out and give them some love, anon, I promise you'll have a great time with them!

[smellslikemultifandomimagines]

Hi! How are you doing?

Could I request a NSFW alphabet for Jason Grace?

Thank you <3

pairing: jason grace (18+) x fem!reader

warnings: smut → NSFW alphabet

headcanon 🖤

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smut night masterlist 💦

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

aww jason would be such a sweetheart

he'd clean you up, make you a cup of tea or any other beverage of your choice, would help you to the bathroom and help you back to the bed

he'd love to cuddle with you and watch tv while the two of you ate some snacks

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

loves your neck

jason's favourite thing to do in any normal circumstance is cuddle into you and press his face into your neck before kissing the skin

and during sex???

oh my, he'd bury his head on the hollow of your neck, releasing moans against your skin

would also be a sucker for hickeys oop

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

jason would love cumming inside you

whether that's deep within your pussy

or in your mouth

and would secretly have a thing for feeling your cum on his tongue - especially when he eats you out and he's fucking you with his tongue

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

even though he's a soft little thing, particularly with you lol, he wouldn't be able to admit to liking dirty talk

he'd do it, sure, but the way you react to it would be an absolute blessing to him

the way your back arches or hips raise, the whimper that would fall from your pretty lips - he would just relish in watching you respond to his dirty talk

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

honestly not much

you'd both be virgins before you met each other and he'd be super nervous to have sex with you (still is, but he's definitely more comfortable when you've been having sex for a while)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

honestly, probably classic missionary

to be able to hold you close to him would be such a cute thing for him

he'd love to grind his hips into yours and have your legs wrapped around his waist

fuck and he'd love when you tighten your legs around him and pull him closer to you

and to be able to feel your thighs shake against him as you cum

oooh and to have your nails claw at his back!!!

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

yes omg he's super funny during sex

jason would love to make you as comfortable as possible

not only does it relieve the nerve you both feel, but sex can be pretty intimidating sometimes

and so by being able to make you laugh and be comfortable, it honestly makes the sex that much better

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

idk i'd say he's pretty groomed 🤷🏼‍♀️

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

super sweet!

big fan of holding hands and asking if you're okay

he'd be kissing you relentlessly all the time - when taking your clothes off, or making out, or fucking into you

even if you both were trying out new kinks, he would be so cute about it and, again, make sure you're okay (that's honestly his number 1 priority)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

lol yeah i mean he's a young guy with crazy hormones you kind of have to expect that

he'd never expect you to get him off all the time though, like he's more than happy to do it himself

especially if you guys + the others are on a quest and you're super tired

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

dom!! though he's super sweet, especially in bed, i can imagine him still being a huge dom (also a switch too but prefers to be a dom)

light bondage

dirty talk

honestly maybe a bit of Voyeurism too - like he'd love to watch you get yourself off. this is particuarly true when he's fucking you and you reach a hand down to rub your clit

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

shower

cabin

motel / hotel room when you guys are on a quest lol (& would find it hot when you're struggling to keep quiet bc you know the others are next door)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing you fight a monster omg!!

with your weapon of choice and having complete control of it

bonus points when you and him team up to fight the monster together!!!

would love when you back him up on arguments he has with authority about treating people fairly - or just when you back him up in general lol

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

degrading - i think one of his fears is hurting you and would hate to call you degrading names

probably anal too lol

would also never force you to have sex with him. like i mentioned before, if you were super tired or just not in the mood in general, he'd respect that (& would get himself off if he really had too)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

neither of you care really too much of who's the bigger receiver or giver

both of you are pretty much equal when it comes to that

but when jason goes down on you

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it's between rough and slow

he'd love slow and rough thrusts, where both of you are moaning into each other's mouths and the bed squeaking underneath you

but jason would also love when he's rough and fast - the thrill he gets when you're screaming and crying out for him

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

yes!

like i said before, this is particular true when being on a quest together lol

or even after training in either one of your cabins

or even in your apartment before work

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

yeah i'd say so

i mean both of you were virgins when you first got together so it's kind of a given that you'd experiment lmao

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

i'd say maybe 1 round but could spend hours overstimulating you

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i think the only toys he'd have would be handcuffs tbh

he'd probably prefer to get you off himself and not from some toy like a vibrator lol

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

jason would love teasing you but couldn't handle the wait so he'd just devour your pussy then fuck you ahah

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

i'd say pretty loud

lots of cute moans and grunts that would be muffled into your neck and mouth

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

seeing you in lingerie and jason's just like :o

and purposefully buying cute sets or body suits just so he can fuck you in it

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i'd say maybe below average??

not too much but still a good size & would definitely know how to use it lol

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

lol both of you would be pretty hormonal and would have a high sex drive so i'd say yes to this lol

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

lol pretty quickly lol

like with aftercare, you guys wouldn't even get through 10 minutes of the show you'd be watching before he's already asleep oop

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[aomine-ryo]

hey! could i please request gom headcanons whee their s/o is kissing their faces and just being really affectionate w the boys?

My heart just melted while I was writing the one for Akashi idk why 😭 I hope you like this!! xx

Headcanons: GOM with an s/o that’s being really affectionate

Kuroko

He absolutely loves it when you’re affectionate

Especially when you two are alone

One kiss from you would be returned by at least five kisses from him

He gets very flustered when you do it in public though, so you tend to keep that to a minimum

One afternoon, the two of you were at his house to study together but you kept playing around with Nigou and randomly placing kisses on his cheeks

“Y/N, don’t you think you should focus?”

“I’m sorry, you just look really cute today,” you replied, wrapping your arms around him and clinging onto him tightly

He wanted to be more stern about it, but you began to leave kisses all over his face and neck, which brought a smile onto his face

“That’s sweet but—“

Nigou then pounced onto him, reaching to lick his face as both of you began to giggle

“See, even Nigou thinks so,” you grinned

“Alright alright,” Kuroko laughed, pulling Nigou off of him and trying to gain some composure, “I guess we can take a break for a bit.”

Next thing you knew, Kuroko tackled you to the floor and began to attack you with light kisses

And just like that, studies were completely out of the question as both of you got caught up in giggles and hugs

Kise

This boy is the human embodiment of a puppy

Any affection from you will make his eyes light up with excitement

So days where you get extra affectionate are his absolute favourite

You spotted him waiting for you outside of school once, but he didn’t seem to notice you, so you decided to sneak up on him

You pounced on his back and your legs straddled his hips as you began to bombard him with kisses on his cheek

Taken off guard, Kise panicked for a moment at the sudden weight on his back, but as soon as he felt your lips on his skin, he began to ease

“Someone is in a good mood today,” Kise grinned as you hopped down to face him

“I’m just happy to see my lovely boyfriend,” you beamed, making his heart melt

Kise didn’t really care that he was in public and everyone could see him, he immediately held your face in his hands and kissed you all over

“Ryouta stop, that tickles,” you giggled

“But your laughs are so cute,” he mumbled as he continued what he was doing

You smiled at his sweet words and began to ease as you let him kiss you to his heart’s content— receiving affection is just as good as giving it after all

Eventually, he stopped and let go of your face, only to intertwine his fingers with yours

“You done now?” you asked sarcastically

Kise brought the back of your hand to his lips and nodded

He was so happy at this point that he was practically skipping as he walked

That’s how it always was with Kise: you could never win in a game of affection

You would try to smother him with kisses, but he wouldn’t just take it; he’d always make it his mission to return the love— just ten times more

You didn’t mind too much though, you liked knowing that just a little bit of affection from you made him as cheery as ever

Aomine

My god, he does not know how to be on the receiving end of affection

The two of you would be hanging out in his living room and you’d decide to climb onto him and kiss his face and he’d just get really flustered

He’d much rather be the one clinging onto you and attacking you with his kisses than the other way around

He just never knew how to respond when you kiss him like that out of the blue

“What are you doing?” he’d ask you, chuckling slightly

“What does it look like? I’m kissing you, dummy,” you replied sarcastically as your hands cupped his face

“But why?” he asks, colour rising in his cheeks as your face was so close to his

You pulled away for a moment and looked him in the eye before giggling, “What kind of question is that? Because you’re my boyfriend and I love you?”

A small grin spread across his flustered face— hearing you say those words always brought him comfort

You were about to go back to kissing him, but his hands suddenly gripped your face, forcing you to look into his dark blue eyes

“I love you too,” he said, sincerity oozing from his tone as your entire body just softened

And just as you had expected, Aomine pressed his lips against yours

He didn’t seem to be stopping his kisses after that though, because he proceeded to just leave kisses of his own on your neck

He was never one to just accept affection for too long— he had to show you how much he loved you

Midorima

Like Aomine, he does not know how to take affection

He always gets incredibly flustered

Like, his cheeks become as red as a cherry

One afternoon, you were over at his house and he was just seated on the couch, engrossed in a book

With you being in a rather affectionate mood, you skipped over to him and took a seat on the couch too, swinging your arms around him and kissing his cheek

And like clockwork, his face was painted a shade of red

You continued to leave kisses all over his face, which only made him even redder

“W-What are you doing?” He asked, putting down his book on his lap

“Kissing my amazing boyfriend,” you said simply

“Oh,” he said, a small smile appearing on his lips as he picked his book up again

“Do you want me to stop?” you asked

As much as you loved to make him blush like he was, you also didn’t want to be too much of a bother to him

“No, no,” he shook his head almost immediately, “keep going— if you want.”

He’d never say it straight, but he loved the affection

Albeit it did make him incredibly flustered at first, he’d quickly ease into it

He adored the way your soft lips left kisses all over his face

It was almost reassuring to him; he knew that it meant that you still loved him

Sometimes, though it was very rare, he’d just return all the affection with one very passionate kiss on your lips

And when he did that, it was like the roles were reversed, and suddenly you were the one with the bright red cheeks

Murasakibara

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: he is CLINGY

He loves any attention you’d give him

So there is no doubt that he’d absolutely melt whenever you decided to be affectionate with him

So once, when he wasn’t already clung onto you, you decided to envelop him in the biggest hug you could muster while he was watching a game on the tv

You didn’t hesitate to kiss his face all over too

It was definitely a surprise to him, but it was a very welcome one

Almost immediately, a huge smile spread across his face as he hugged you back tightly, stopping your kisses as your head now moved so that your chin was resting on his shoulder

His smile somehow grew even wider when he heard you giggle

After placing a few light kisses on your shoulder, he loosened his hold on you a little so that you could pull away slightly and face him

He looked into your eyes for a few moments as your fingers began to twirl the ends of his hair

Neither of you needed to say anything to know what the other was thinking— there was nothing but love in both of your eyes

“Aren’t you gonna continue kissing me, Y/N-chin?” he pouted, feeling at ease as you continued to play with his hair

“Oh you want more?” you smiled

“Of course I want more,” he said, kissing your cheek, “what kind of question is that?”

After letting out a small chuckle, you leaned in and gave his lips the biggest kiss you could, before carrying on with your small little kisses all over his face and neck

And no matter how many times you’d kiss him, he’d never get tired of it for even a moment

Akashi

You were feeling particularly affectionate one evening, but your boyfriend was caught up in some work that he was determined to finish

Yearning for affection, you made your way to Akashi’s desk and hugged him from behind his chair

“Seiii,” you dragged on after placing a quick kiss on his cheek, “are you done with your work yet?”

“Not yet my love, sorry. This work just never seems to end,” he complained, glancing at you for a moment before continuing to scribble something down on his notebook

“That sucks,” you pouted, glaring at his laptop spitefully

You didn’t want to let go of him though

Once you clung onto him, it was hard to let go

So you just remained there with your arms around him, watching him do his work

It didn’t take long for you to get bored, and you ended up smothering his face with kisses, making him chuckle slightly at the ticklish sensation

“Y/N, you’re being a little distracting don’t you think?” He said voice firm yet loving, as his brain knew that he should be telling you to stop, but he genuinely enjoyed it

“Sorry, I can’t help myself; how can I not kiss a face like yours?”

Akashi sighed and put his pen down as he turned slightly so that he could look you in the eye

“I suppose I can take a tiny break,” he grinned as he pulled you onto his lap

He had his arms wrapped around your waist while yours were swung around his neck, and the two of you were smiling like idiots

He then began to leave kisses that were soft as a feather all over your neck and cheek and your giggles began to fill the room

“Alright I’m going to get back to my work now,” he said once he felt as though he had made up for all the kisses you had given him

“Fine,” you pouted, shifting slightly to get off his lap

However, he just gripped onto your waist tighter to get you to stop, “Where are you going?” he questioned, causing you to furrow your eyebrows

“You just said that you were going back to your work...”

“Yes, but I want you to stay here,” he said simply as if it should’ve been blatantly obvious to you

You began to grin from ear to ear at the sound of those words

So you remained seated on his lap as Akashi continued his work

Of course, you didn’t stop kissing him whenever you felt like it, though he seemed unfazed by it

Every now and then, he’d return your kisses with kisses of his own

And to be honest, you made his work ten times more tolerable

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Hey, Lorna!

I just read your Bruce Wayne fic and I wanted to cry it was so cute! I also saw you tagged marvel in your most recent post and was really in the mood for some Bucky Barnes x reader? if you could write about the moment they both knew the were in love with each other that would be amazing!

no worries if not :)

the moment they fell in love

here's my Masterlist!

there is a few Bruce Wayne fics 🤨 which one? I'm kidding L.O.L.

a/n: not my gif! of course I can! this request is so cute >.< This was a really quick write so it's probably shit asf

summary: in the request ^^^ but I did the reader and bucky's moments because I'm just too nice to you all.

age rating: all ages

warnings: pet names, mentions of war. if a water gun is a warning? no use of y/n. fluff. tell me if I missed anything!also, I'm not 100% sure if the timelines are right. idk if Bucky is really that old in that year ect. 😭

pairings: Bucky Barnes X reader

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your moment (1941)

"doll...are you coming?" a familiar male voice says pulling you out of your dream

"oh...yeah. sorry" you reply walking a bit faster to catch up to your best friend of eight short years. you met one hot independence day when Bucky messed up yours and your cousin's hard work. and the rest is history

*flashback*

the sun was belting down onto the whole of New York, outside the faint laughter of children playing in the sun and the odd sizzle of a barbeque could be heard as well as smelt. you were fifteen years old this particular independence day and you were sat on the sidewalk outside your house sketching chalk images on the pavement with your smaller cousin, Ally, who was here with her family for the fourth of July. you had started to come to an end with your drawing of a rainbow when your cousin Ally has asked you to help her finish her drawing of a golden Labrador.

"sure. give me the blue and I'll show you how to draw it" you say dropping the violet chunk that was in your hand, softly taking the red chalk off the little girl sat across from you. as her deep chocolate eyes squinted in the scorching sun, you scooted around the artwork in order to help her. She pays close attention for a few minutes until both of your hard work was ruined all of a sudden. water had come splashing on the two of you, soaking your hair, clothes and chalk creations. you quickly wipe the wetness away from your eyes and face before glancing up angrily to see who created this mess

"you idiot! you ruined her drawings!" you exclaim in an unimpressed, annoyed tone. you could see her mouth dropping and tears starting to form in her big eyes, so you comfort her by wiping the drops off her face and hair with the rim of your shirt that wasn't very dry.

"Oh my god. I am so sorry, I didn't mean to. it's just that me and my sister were having a water fight and I tried to shoot her but I-" he starts before he gets sadly cut off.

"you splashed us instead!" Ally says says, voice quivering.

"again. I am so sorry. Well, you're soaked now so you might as well join in." he suggests. your eyes flicker to his saturated top with two close buttons lined down the middle from the neck and his sleeves rolled up and buttoned to prevent them slipping.

"what's the game?" you inquire thinking that a water fight may not be the worst idea on a day like this.

"I call it 'soldier splash' name created by me. basically there is one person in the middle and the others have to go and hide behind cars or buildings or trash cans or whatever in the given space. they have to get to the middle and tag the person without being caught and shot by someone else. easy right?" he explains slightly smiling and acting it all out as he describes the game.

"why not?" you say as he holds a hand out to help you get up. you kindly accept his offer as you keep going with your sentence "this doesn't mean you're forgiven though...." you trail off the end of your sentence yearning to know his name.

"James Bucky Barnes. but every calls me bucky" he says keeping your hands locked as he shakes them a small bit.

"right, James" You offer him your name before he uses it in a sentence skipping away slightly throwing you and Ally two waterguns. "ready to loose?"

"oh it's on"

*end of flashback*

"where exactly are we going again?" you inquire curious as to where James could be taking you.

"we are going to get ice cream to bring to your favourite spot so we can watch the sunset" he says throwing an arm around your shoulder whilst still walking. "sound good?" he asks uselessly as he knows the answer already.

"ohhh, yes..sounds so good" you reply dipping your head to rest on his shoulder a bit. you stroll along the cobblestone to your stop at the ice cream parlor, and Bucky orders and pays for the ice cream like the gentleman he is. you thank him and take the cone out of his hands as you start your journey yet again.

once you get to your breezy spot on the coarse sand, you sit down pressed next to James in want of some warmth to stare at the beautiful ombre of colours in the sky in result of the sun setting. The rough feel of his short stubble scratching comfortingly against your forehead, reminding you of your version of home.

He gently and swiftly wraps his left arm around you trying to warm you up when he sees the goosebumps forming on your forearms. His hand starts moving up and down your arm pulling you impossibly closer, instantly warming you up.

"This is the life." he says sighing slightly

"what is? a war being threatened and us completely ignoring the possibility?" you reply laughing slightly which soon becomes contagious and Bucky catches the giggles.

"no. you know what I mean. the perfect place with the perfect snack and the perfect view. with the perfect person" he replies slightly glancing to his left to capture your reaction.

your reaction being a kaleidoscope of butterflies erupting In your tummy and your whole body going numb with side effects of redness in your cheeks and your heart throbbing, soon realising that this feeling is one you haven't felt towards James ever, but you welcomed this feeling with a wide embrace secretly loving the idea of having a near impossible closer relationship with him.

you smile tenderly and whole heartedly at him for a few memorable moments before nestling your head back into its spot on Bucky's shoulder. that was the moment you realised you were irreversibly in love with your best friend.

Bucky's moment (1935)

This birthday was a bit different. But a good different. This was your eighteenth birthday and you knew your mother would go way over the top with this party. not that you were complaining, more presents, a better atmosphere, seeing family members for the first time in years and lots more. Obviously James was coming to your party as he was your best friend and wherever you went, he went too. And your parents knew that so they didn't even need to invite him to this get-together. You had no idea who your mother invited and that scared you. As you were leaving the store you worked at that evening, you spot Bucky out of the corner of your eye leaning against the wall waiting for you to finish. He was fiddling with the rim of the arm of his jacket whilst waiting. A smile appears on your face and you skip up to him catching his attention mimicking the smile on your face.

"gosh, you look older already. are they wrinkles?!" he says stepping closer to you squinting his eyes jokingly.

"yeah I think you've got a few gray hairs there, Barnes" you say right back to him rubbing the side of his face slightly.

"ha.ha. very funny. You look great by the way." he says sarcastically as you both start to walk away

"but really, happy birthday. I got you a little something" he says handing you a little colourful gift bag

"James. you know you didn't have to" a smile appears on your face yet again as you gently take it off him and leave it until later to open as he tells you to do so because apparently he wants it to be special.

"well, I wanted to."

when you get to your house your family can be heard from outside the front door and you are already super excited for this party. Big cheers can be heard from inside the front door and the buzz catches onto Bucky too.

"there you are! you're late" your mum shouts from the kitchen

"sorry work kept me late an-" she cuts you off

"your aunt Barbara has to go soon so we're having cake now!" she exclaims probably more excited for this than you. You sit down on the chair and Bucky follows soon after, placing an arm on your shoulder giving it a small squeeze making you smile at him. Everyone starts singing happy birthday and you just sit there awkwardly listening to the odd pitchy note. You blow out the eighteen candles and claps and cheers can be heard. Your mom goes to the kitchen to cut cake while aunt Barbara kisses everyone goodbye and hands you your present while walking away.

There's only eight people left sitting around on the table including you and Bucky and everyone's chatting and sharing embarrassing stories from when you were younger. This particular one about you in the bath pops up and Bucky is listening in curiously. You try and stop the story from being told as James will use it against you in the future but nothing can stop this from getting out. As you sit there sulking in the chair with a fake pout on your face, James for some strange reason can't seem to take his eyes off you. The smile he sees on your face that's trying not to seep through but failing slightly is pure serotonin to him and he just can't puzzle together why. You start to giggle and join in on the embarrassment when you realise that the story is getting told either way, Bucky sees this and something inside him ignites. He's never felt this with you before and he doesn't know how to feel about it. Is it love? No it can't be. He can't feel this way about you, your his best friend for goodness sake! After a few moments of thought he realises he does really love you. The only thing now is to keep it a secret. Forever.