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be good to people for no reason

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if you’re having a bad day, here’s a cute little marching band

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wondering if i should breakup with my boyfriend

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what if i start writing for alnst

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"tragedies: the love was there"

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work for it ! ♡ — luka (alnst).

☆ thinking abt luka's insufferable ass

bouncing on it . . .

☆ luka (alnst) ,, gn reader . . what luka is bouncing on can be interpreted as either a strap or an actual dick ,, subtop luka ,, dom reader ,, one (1) mention of luka's health problems ,, riding duh !!!! ,, marking (reader receiving) ,, luka is masochistic in this one tbh ,, no dialogue.

in bed, luka doesn't do much of the work, courtesy of his several health complications and the exhaustion overcoming him after performing taking quite the toll on his energy.

that doesn't mean that he never does any of the work though. he'll offer to make you feel good anyday so long as he isn't in a pissy mood, but there are other moments when he's downright eager and enthusiastic.

wether luka has to work for his own climax after being particularly bitchy hours prior to this moment or he just decided that today you should sit back and watch him make you feel good, the sight of it does not disappoint.

with unruly strands of blonde hair sticking to his dampened forehead, the panting coming from luka above you could be compared to the same noise a dog makes.

not to mention the breathy, whorish moans tumbling past his slips and shamelessly filling the room in no time.

luka's thighs are burning, he began to grow tired long ago and his hands are already leaving scratch marks along your torso, but the feeling of being filled to the brim does not beat anything, in his opinion.

not to mention the pearly beads of pre cascading down his flushed dick that has been begging for attention ever since this started — to no avail.

it's torture for luka, but it all hurts so good. one second he's hunching in on himself, and by extension into you, barely coherent whines about how he's so tired slipping past his lips, then the next second his back is arching and his breathing nearly stops when that sweet, rewarding, long—awaited orgasm finally washes over him.

almost immediately after does luka collapse on top of you, vision hazy and barely conscious as he tries to overcome all of the intense sensations that coarsed through him — he expects extensive aftercare, by the way.

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warning : period sex, pussy eating, monsterfucking, gender neutral reader, tentacles, cipher muffling your moans with a tentacle shoved in your mouth, mentions of having a pussy, overstimulation, blood.

summary : eaten out by an entity that appeared in your room.

word count : 1.666

Impatient, [reader] turned from one side to another, messing the sheets as they tried to find a position that could ease the discomfort in their situation.

The awful, sticky sensation of blood soaking down to the clothing, only for it to be nothing when they got to check on it.

A disaster.

One that happened every month.

Letting out a frustrated groan, they shifted again. And again. And one more time, picking up their phone to check on it for new messages.

None, as usual.

Propping themselves up in one elbow, they reached for the window by the bed, a good shivering giving them hints of how cold the weather was.

For specific reasons, they would let it be open by a small creek.

Distracted by the feeling of contentment in their faces, the lights flickered for a moment, a shape taking form in the shadows.

Emerging from it, but not immediately.

The dark corners in [reader]’s room making a dangerous, unstable creature to watch them now from up close, contemplating the scenario displaying in front of it.

Lying on their stomach, small shorts lifted by the consistent rhythm of the cool air caressing their skin and clothes, they were exposed to the unwanted threat in their room.

But, nothing was said about the human’s behavior.

How they leaned down, head resting on their arm as they glanced towards the corner where something seemed to call for them,

They were aware.

Maybe, that was an invitation.

Fully, this time, the lights went out. The breeze of the night outside, bringing monsters to his house, one was enough.

Anxiety settled in their heart, not lasting for long when what they expected to happen, came earlier than they had thought.

Tickling their skin, those thick tentacle-like arms growing to take hold of their body, wrapping around the flesh and squeezing,

A warning, the weird texture so out of [reader]’s world, freezing their arms and body as the sensation was overwhelming enough.

‘Sensitive,’

A heat went through [reader]’s lower body, the imitation of what could get the human to believe that it was fingers in contact with their skin, cold to the touch.

Breath hitching when the creature’s tone dropped to the last of its sentence, pinning the other one’s body to the mattress, using little to none of its strength,

‘You waited for this.’

Not sharp enough with their senses to feel it when their shorts and intimate clothing went missing, [reader] breathed out, core exposed and waiting to be explored,

The embarrassment of having blood staining their sheets new, but with a long, slow lick of what felt to be ridiculously big in size to their body made [reader]’s eyes roll back,

‘Oh,’

Fuck.

Hips to the air, the small voice in the back of their mind scolding them for letting a creature, something far beyond their comprehension lap its monstrous tongue in them would get [reader] to push their head to the pillow,

Maybe, if they made themselves blind to what was happening, the pleasure would not have guilt as it guest.

But, snapped out of their thoughts, their muffled moans would soon rise when each drop of blood was being savored,

Followed by a mocking laugh, clearly belonging to a superior being and ringing loud in [reader]’s mind. It would come in a lustful melody, bathed in malice,

‘Fucking delicious,’

‘Desperation suits pathetic things like you.’

Covering all of [reader]’s labia, up to their crotch, an insatiable tongue would swirl around the small, sensitive bundle of nerves,

Earning deep, slurred moans out of the human, legs trembling to the pressure. From the depths of [reader]’s urgency, they started grinding on whatever was sucking them off,

Only to be turned by black tentacles from before, back against the sheets of their messy bed, forced to be eyeing the peculiar one-eyed shape,

Triangular, sharp edges and black limbs connected to what seemed to be its body. Faint, yellow glowing upon [reader]’s weaker figure, twice their size.

Slimy, a pool of blood would slide in and out of their pussy, being toyed by the creature’s black tongue, fading in a color that [reader] never saw before.

Human, their natural instincts was to fear what could squeeze each of their bones and reduce them to dust, but the thrill indulged them to the wave of climax hitting them like a ton of bricks,

Their eyes were not used to anything like that, gasping with their mouth wide open, lewdness displayed in their face as their toes were curling to the orgasm they were having,

They wanted to moan the name of that thing.

Not having a name, they searched for the creature’s reassurance, shivering at what could be read as a smirk by the other side,

‘Cipher.’

Said, not revealing its name other than an insignificant part of it, voice firm and leaving no room to more asking.

Chuckling, the creature was enjoying itself, ‘Call me Cipher,’ it demanded, again, ‘Got it, doll?’

The metallic, known taste of old blood invading the triangle's mouth, tongue working fast to thrust inside the human’s body, other small tentacles stimulating their bud,

‘Tasting divine,’

Hummed, growing more in size as if to assert dominance over the human, the single eye pushed back to inside the triangle’s mouth darkening,

‘But not enough screaming.’

They were seeing stars by how each of the triangle’s tentacles touched their body, caressing and bringing them to heaven and back,

Maybe, to hell and back.

Louder, [reader]’s moans would be all around the place. Their heart was pounding and, was it for them going insane at this point, the thrusts were coming in different ways,

‘You can do more, can't you?’

Cipher’s voice sent intentional despair to take control of the human’s whole soul, pleasing the creature more than themselves.

Shallow, deep, and [reader]’s eye would be filled with teardrops. Thick, thinner, causing the human to be stretched, only to tighten around the shaft again.

‘Cipher—!’

Screaming to the sensation of being filled, touched and observed by an eye that would be piercing through them, moaning at the feeling of being special,

Of being the special plaything of a powerful being, grabbing them by their thighs, pinching weak spots in their body and not giving them time to properly breath,

Feeling yet another wave coming, wet tentacles not loosening their grip on them while [reader]’s muscles, exhausted, forced their body to fall limp on the bed.

The intimacy was shared and Cipher, playful to the sight of his newest toy going to waste, parted [reader]’s thighs,

‘Aww, come on, doll!’

‘You have so much potential in you,’

Pumping one tentacle inside, [reader]’s breath was thin, barely filling their lungs, eyes closed as they would gain the ability of getting it back to normal,

Which seemed to be lost.

Cipher watched, intently, curious to how [reader] would weakly move to a better position. With their tired gaze, they would almost crumble down,

Hearing Cipher’s taunting, not knowing what they got themselves into, ‘So special, aren't you?’ as what he used to bring that ecstasy back to the human, crawled to their sides,

‘You can give me more.’

Swallowing dry, [reader] let out a shaky breath. The creature had only one eye with it, but they felt as if thousands were directed to them.

‘I c-can,’

Another breath.

‘I can, yes.’

Smiling, Cipher’s satisfaction with the answer was horrifying. They would be lying, making a fool of themselves if they denied how exciting it all was.

How the fear would be moving them, unconsciously pushing themselves to the limit that Cipher would be interested in.

Cipher’s tongue moved, again, to [reader]’s pussy. Slowly, as if teasing the human who already saw themselves shaking,

The wetness of the triangle’s other tongue doing swift movements of cleaning, leaving the human’s body almost sticky if it wasn't for the sensation going away after brief seconds.

Eyes lazily open, [reader] could not feel the cold anymore. Now, the triangle’s tentacles were warm, bringing a distant feeling of…

‘Is all of you that tight?’

Before [reader] could react, his lips were open, making Cipher’s entrance easier this way. Sliding one of those slimy, black tentacles in,

The human struggled to breath, eyes crossing as Cipher studied their reactions, how their body shook when he went far down on their throat.

Pulling it out, enough for them to breathe, Cipher made a noise that could only show his amusement for something he could break.

‘Mmh, mh!’

‘Incredible, doll, you can take it!’

Said, cheerfully, only for his usual self to be back when he put all of his little helper things to work. Holding [reader] closer, adjusting the shapes of those that were already inside of the human,

Thrusting in a rougher pace, and watching how [reader]’s drool would be falling on the corner of their own lips. Soaked, they would groan to the shyness that tried to take over them,

Being used, having their pussy and mouth fucked simultaneously, all while Cipher continued his sadistic talking,

Mostly to himself, always to himself.

Their head, now not able to make sense of what was happening, having a light sensation of being gone, but it felt too real.

Coming, again, [reader] collapsed to the bed as their back made a curve that allowed Cipher to go deeper,

Getting [reader] to cry out, mouth busy to make the sounds almost nonexistent. Coughing to the absence of the long being in his throat, [reader] closed their eyes,

Breathing in and out, trying to get themselves set up, Cipher laughed in the background. For him, it was nothing, but studying a human who had the most fucked up fantasies would never not be entertaining.

Not long after, [reader]’s body gave up, eyelashes fluttering shut. Being Cipher’s laughter the last thing they heard, they could not think about how wrong that was,

And how they were looking forward to more of it.

notes : having my period rn and couldn't stop thinking about it, soooo i decided to write something! not proofread!

( also, where's all cipher content? hello, all the things that can be done to him? )

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ivan "look at me you fucker" alien stage. i see you. hey. hi (sobbing)

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gghhhgggggggh i need ivan so bad

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bill cipher has a black tongue that i find so hot. just think, maybe it will be growing inside you as he giggles upon the spasms of the body he is toying with, slick and thick, but moving in-out of the tight entrance he has the pleasure of deflowering with ease, not stopping midway to change the size and you can feel it transforming while inside your walls

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need vamp!ivan sinking his teeth into my neck, sucking my blood with hums of pleasure leaving past his lips, moans dying on the back of his throat, feeding himself while whispering how sweet it is and how he wants to devour me whole

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what they don’t tell you about making art is AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! AAAAAAAAAAHH!!!

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Yes, I’ve done the work analyzing this relationship’s problematic traits and I’ve come to the educated conclusion that I still want them to fuck

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chat how many fidds requests do ya have im curious o-o

I LOST COUNT KSJDHHHDSJDDKMM BUT A LOT

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fidds can eat it, I just have a feeling.

I need him so bad.

he can DEVOUR it in fact

and same, anon

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HIII can i req for an alnst guys x mua!reader (afab) ? i want to touch their faces ╰⁠(⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠´⁠꒳⁠`⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠⸝⁠)⁠╯

“you like the pretty boys, with the pretty voice!”

show: alien stage

characters: till, ivan and luka

summary: he doesn’t just need to sing his best, he has to look his best too! producers have decided on pairing you up with him, meaning you would be spending lots of time tending to his physical appearance.

warnings: afab! reader, she/her pronouns used, till has never felt the touch of a woman before

↣ till

the door of his room opens, making till stand up cautiously from his bed. he was already forced into his outfit for today’s photoshoot, and now he awaited the dreadful makeup process.

you show up in the doorway, a girl around the same age as till, with a bag of items and a few electronics. “morning, till.” you say, walking in and placing your things on the desk. he visibly relaxes. “don’t you look good today.”

“shut up…” he mumbles back, walking over to you. he sits down in the chair you pull out, seating him in front of the mirror.

“okay, so i got told that you need a more bold look for the photoshoot today.” you claim, placing your hands on his shoulders, “you gonna’ let me do my work or are we gonna’ have another argument?”

“you can do whatever, i don’t even care anymore.” he groans, sick and tired of all these brand deals. his owner was running him dry with everything he was made to be doing recently. “do your magic.”

“good.” you say, opening your bag. you pick up one of the devices you brought with you, tossing it up into the air. it blossoms, opening up to show a ball of light coming from the centre. you point it towards till, getting a proper view of his face. “seems like the skincare routine i gave you is working.”

“isn’t it bad to keep putting all these things on my face?” he grumbles, feeling you grasp his chin. he averts his eyes while you inspect his face, gentle hands on his cheeks.

“not these ones.” you claim, feelings his cheeks heat up under your touch. you smile at him. “but it’s not like you really needed it anyway. the producer just said to get you on them. i thought you were already quite handsome.”

he closes his eyes, pulling back and running fingers through his hair. “anyway, what are we doing now?” he clears his throat, trying to calm down his heart.

“oh, right.” you say, taking the other device and turning it on, making a swivel stool for you to sit on. you move closer towards him, knee bumping with his. “okay, close your eyes for me, pretty boy.”

“stop it…” he mutters to you, doing as you say and leaning forward into your hands.

he’s patient with you, in a way that he isn’t with anyone else. which is why you were matched with him, he didn’t swear at you or thrash around. you made him out to be a tamed puppy, sitting as he waits for your touch. you found it cute.

you brushed your fingers against his jaw, making him itch closer to you. his hands grip the bottom of his chair, breath hitching as you dragged the brush along his face. you were delicate with him, holding his face and turning it when you needed. and he was willing to let you do whatever you needed.

“okay, that looks good.” you hum, retracting your hands. he always follows, but opens his eyes to stare at you. “let me do your lashes now. just some mascara, that’s all.”

you see the sour look on his face, making you roll your eyes. as you do your work, till sits quietly, careful not to move. you hold his jaw in your hand, focusing on your hands. but his head is running with how close you are to him. if he were to lean any closer, you would be kissing the guy…

instead, you lean back, bringing the light closer to his face. “ah, sorry, i got some on your cheek.” you huff, taking out a makeup pad.

you brush it against where you had smudged mascara on him, holding his face closer to yours. he’s entranced by your beauty. how your eyes are so focused on him and nothing else, how you smile at him after finished a part of his makeup. you were the most beautiful person to him.

he feels your knee knock against his inner thigh, making him look at you sheepishly. you were digging through your bag for the eyeliner and eyeshadow, claiming that he needed dark colours.

“i think we should go with black.” you say, holding out some palettes, “pick one, any will look good on you.”

he doesn’t even look at them for long, just picking out the one in the middle. you smile at him and nod your head, beginning the next stage. it takes a bit longer, till unable to keep still with how your legs are touching his, and your hands are tenderly holding his cheek. his brows knit unconsciously and you stop.

“till, relax. i can’t do your makeup like that.” you sigh, tilting your head, “i’m nearly done, promise.”

he tries to do so, resulting in upturned brows. your hold was too much! “i’m sorry, y/n, i’m just… i don’t know.”

“hm. it’s okay, i’ll be coming with you to the photoshoot.” you inform him, making till perk up a little. you do a few more touches before setting down the brush, inspecting your work and nodding your head. “there you go.”

he open his eyes and looks in the mirror. he looked pretty good, you were so skilled. “thank you, y/n.”

he turns back to you, seeing how you were already staring back at him. you were still so close, not wavering at all.

“you’re welcome, handsome.” you chime, grinning at him. you caress his cheek for a few seconds before beginning to pull away.

but till lurches forward, pressing his lips to yours. his eyes are squeezed shut, so overwhelmed with emotions. the electricity built up with every single touch you gave him, lingering or not. you had to have known what you were doing to him, you were so purposeful!

your hand returns to his jaw, gently holding him as you kissed back. till’s hands sit just beneath your waist, on top of your legs as he drags you closer. he needed more of your touch.

till goes from eager and rough to smooth and calm in a few seconds, slowing down and pulling away almost hesitantly. he is still in a daze, staring at your lips as you both gather your thoughts. and when he does, he widens his eyes and pulls away hastily.

“i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to!” he yelps, covering his face. he couldn’t believe himself, when did he have that much courage around you? his voice is muffled behind his hands, and his eyes are squeezed shut. “that was a mistake, please forgive me—”

you smooch his knuckles covering his mouth, a short but sweet one. he stops, freezing up at your warmth.

“it’s fine, till.” you say, grinning at him, “i liked it a lot. but i… i kind if ruined your make up a bit. let me fix it, okay?”

he drops his hand and lets you hold his face again, picking up your brush to do your touch ups. but he squeezes his eyes shut again and has to look away as soon as you’re finished. you looked even more beautiful! how could this be happening?

“till,” you say, putting your things away in your bag, “don’t be embarrassed.”

“i’m not!” he mumbles back at you, standing up, “let’s go now!”

you have to chase him down after packing away your things, seeing how red his face was. till swears he will never look you in the eye ever again.

↣ ivan

“oh, there you are.” you say, leaning against your makeup desk. the door shuts behind him, making the sound of people on the other side quiet down. “took you long enough, ivan.”

“the costumes were mixed up.” he explains, tugging at his collar to loosen it up.

you pull out the chair for him, letting ivan sit down before you set him in front of the mirror. “you know you’re not supposed to keep a girl waiting.” you joke, sitting on top of the desk and unlocking the box of makeup.

“you say that as if she isn’t obligated to wait for me.” he huffs at you, leg over his knee. he glances at your irritated face. “so what are you doing to me today?”

“clean look.” you reply, popping open the foundation.

he nods his head, watching as you take a sponge and begin to apply it on his face. you were gentle with him, slowly moving his chin to face where you needed him to face. you eyes barely strayed from him, and to say he didn’t enjoy the attention would be a lie.

one of the reason he was happy to be paired up with you was because you paid such close attention to him. when trialing to be his makeup artist, you brought him some tea to help with his throat. he asked you how you knew he liked that flavour, and you told him you saw him drink it last week. from then on, he had been stuck to you like glue.

the guy lets you do what you need to, staying as still as possible. but he opens an eye when you let out a groan. “what’s wrong?”

your fingers leave him face, almost taking all his warmth with you, as you crane your neck. “no, nothing. just hurts my neck.” you explain, hopping off the desk.

ivan blinks as you come closer to him, holding his chin in your hands to make him look up at you. you stood in between his legs, makeup brush in your other hand. ivan leans back in his chair, putting out his other leg as you come so close that his chest is nearly touching you.

“close your eyes again, okay?” you mumble out, going back to your work. you hold the back of his neck to soothe the position of his head, picking out a good colour for him. as you finish, you feel ivan’s warm hands place themselves on your waist, holding you in position. “is something wrong?”

“hm? oh, nothing.” he replies, brushing his thumb against the hem of your shirt. you shiver at the touch, hastily placing a hand on his to stop him. he opens his eyes again, seeing your flustered expression. a smile tugs at his lips. “are you alright?”

“y—yeah…” you mumble out, carefully taking your hand off his. you sigh out, trying to finish off what you needed to do. ivan is quiet, smile still on his face as you work. “okay. i’m done.”

your fingers leave his face. but you don’t get very far before he takes your hand in his. his lips press against your knuckles, gently and cautiously. you freeze up, holding your breath and staring at him. his other hand holds you in place, keeping you close to him.

he peers at you from his seat, a certain glint in his eyes. “thank you, y/n.” he mumbles against your hand.

you hold your hand close to your chest as he releases you. “what’s going on today, ivan? you’re more touchy than usual.”

“is that bad?” he asks, tilting his head.

“no, it’s not bad.” you explain, taking your brushes and putting them in the box. you could feel your face flushing, you couldn’t turn back to him. you knew he would be wearing that clueless smile. and you would be stammering for your words. “so, um… is this the only thing you’re filming today?”

“yes.” he replies, watching as you carefully put everything away. even in the mirror, you don’t look at him. “are you busy for the rest of the day?”

“no, actually. i’m heading back after this.” you say, grabbing your jacket and tugging it on. after taking a breath in, you turn to him. “i’ll tell them you’re ready.”

ivan stands up, running fingers through his hair before stepping closer to you, his hands finding your jaw. you freeze up, shivering under his touch. your lower back hits the desk, making you lay hands on the wood. he makes you feel like you’re going crazy.

“you’re gorgeous, you know.” he mumbles out, staring at you with piercing eyes.

“uh, thank you, ivan, i—hmph!”

he captures your lips in a single moment, holding onto your shoulder gently. your hands find his face again, caressing him as you slowly melt into him. your eyes flutter shut as his do, feeling overwhelmed with such warmth that you find yourself chasing after him when he pulls away.

ivan chuckles, leaning forward once more to peck you on the lips again. you open your eyes, stunned. “why did you—”

“i should go now, it’ll be starting in five minutes.” he says, checking the clock. ivan leans away, gathering himself and fixing his hair in the mirror behind you before moving to the door. he stops with his hand on the doorframe as it slides open. “i’ll see you after, okay?”

you nod your head slowly, gulping down your nerves.

“good.” he smiles, walking out of the room, “see you, y/n.”

↣ luka

“good job, luka.” you compliment him, waiting in the wings for him to come off stage. he pants, wiping sweat off his brow. you smile, holding pit a towel. “ready for makeup? full dress rehearsal today.”

“right.” he huffs out, patting his face dry. he follows you to his dressing room, feeling a little tired. “what have you been up to?”

“waiting for you.” you respond, opening the door and closing it behind him. he sighs, tiredly sitting in the makeup chair by the mirror. you blink at his state, walking over and placing a hand on his cheek. he stirs. “oh, luka… how much sleep did you get last night?”

“not much.” he groans, rubbing his eyes. you furrow your brows, retracting your hand. “it’s fine. let’s start.”

you blink at him before nodding, beginning your work. luka was probably the best one of your clients when it came to makeup, he cared a lot about his appearance, and he appreciated your work. the only difference with now is that he isn’t giving you some snarky remark or flirting with you through his eyes. he was genuinely sleepy.

“lift your head up higher, luka.” you say, taking the brush away from his face. he only hums out to you, eyes still closed. “luka.”

sighing, you step closer to him, taking his face in your hand and holding his chin up higher. he doesn’t make a sound, only leaning into your palm. “you seriously need to take a nap.”

“mhm.” he says, placing his hands on the back of your knees gently. you squirm in your spot, making him peer open an eye. “i have practice though.”

“it’s a shame.” you sigh, brushing your thumb against his cheek, “you look so pretty when you’re sleeping.”

“creep.” he mutter out.

you roll your eyes, moving the brush tip around his eyelids. he stills for a moment. “i think i overheard one of the producers saying you were losing your voice and that you’re on vocal rest.” you claim, “so shouldn’t you be keeping quiet?”

he nods his head at that after you pull away, his thumbs drawing on the sides of your legs. his blue fingers dance along your pants, listening to you move around. you were delicate with him, no matter how much trouble he caused you. the first time you did his makeup, he complained that he didn’t like it and refused to perform.

but now, he was astounded by how you carefully pat your thumb against his temple, as if soothing him.

“you’re much more bearable when you’re quiet.” you sigh, “it’s such a shame that you’ve got such a pretty voice, and you use it to be annoying.”

he furrows his brows, lifting his head away from you. his eyes open to see your smile. luka rolls his eyes at you, running fingers through his hair. you turn away to grab something from your bag, popping open the bottle and getting ready to use it.

“since you can’t talk, i’ll let you know that i was at mizi’s practice yesterday.” you explain, being careful not to smudge your work as it dries. luka lets out a small sigh. “she was telling me about how she misses homemade food. i told her that she and sua should come over to mine and i’ll make something for them.”

he peeps open an eye again, giving you a look. you raise a brow and sigh, “you said my cooking was good.”

you lift your finger from his cheek, applying the most palest pink you have on him by a loose brush. his skin was so smooth, making your job a lot easier since it wouldn’t take much to make him look presentable.

“it is.” he mumbles out, suddenly moving his arms to lay atop your hips. you sigh through your nose, annoyed at how he ignores his orders to keep quiet. “why’re you cooking for them? they don’t know how to?”

“i didn’t say that, luka.” you huff, pushing his hair off his forehead, “i actually heard from till that mizi is a great cook.”

“that boy only ever sings praises about her.” luka rolls his eyes. you chuckle, knowing he was right. the blonde hugged you closer to himself, cheek squished against your stomach. “what has she ever done to deserve it?”

“don’t be mean. so jealous, luka.” you say to him, smiling softly. he peers up at you before tilting his head.

“me? jealous of her?” he scoffs at you, shaking his head and pulling himself off of you. you were done anyway, now beginning to pack up you belongings. “that’s outrageous of you to say, y/n.”

“seems like it though.” you admit, shrugging your shoulders. when you turn back around to him, luka looks upset. he crosses his arms, pout playing on his lips as he stared at the ground. you sigh, patting his shoulder, “it’s fine, you’re still the world’s favourite human singer.”

“yeah.” he huffs out, barely audible.

you furrow your brows, leaning over and placing a plan on his shoulder. “look, you’re a great singer and you’re handsome. what more could you ask for?”

he mumbles, looking back at you, “do you like me?”

“of course i do.” you reply, scanning his face. he only gives you an unconvinced look. you roll your eyes.

leaning forward to him, you press a chaste kiss to his lips. he stills for a quick second, but soon enough you feel him melt against you. his palm rests against your cheek, pulling you closer. he feels warm when you hold yourself away just enough to kiss him.

his hair has always felt silky smooth. it brushes against your forehead, kissing your skin. his whole body felt like it was pouring itself into you. he wanted to belong.

you pull away before you ruin anymore of his makeup, blinking your eyes a few times at his dazed expression. “i like you, luka.” you say sternly, looking him dead in the eye, “i’m not lying. promise.”

luka thinks to himself for a moment before sighing and standing up. he looks back at you with the tiniest smile. “thanks, y/n.”

“good. now, let’s go. i’ll watch your rehearsals.” you say, patting his back as you walk him to the door. you fix his sleeves, smoothing out the creases.

“good luck, luka.” you chime, standing on the sidelines.

he stares at you for a moment before replying, “thank you.”

[vmpssd]

giving you guys an update on my life. i want ivan from alien stage to get me pregnant