#and then i was about to give him normal ears; or maybe some longer tipped ones | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

p0ckykiss · 6 months

Text

every second is a highlight - lee heeseung

summary -> heeseung's always had a soft spot for you. it takes a little while longer for him to realise that it's actually something more.

genre -> fem!reader x heeseung, fluff, idiots in love, don't realise they like each other, tiny hints of angst

heeseung swirls the drink in his hand as he waits outside. he didn’t think things through, acted on impulse when he’d seen the flood of messages after his work. this is the only solution he could come up with, wanting to cheer his friend up. heeseung sighs softly, looking down at the melting drink. the tips of his fingers are frozen but he bears the tingling. he switches over, blowing hot air to keep himself warm.

it’s worth it though.

you come out of his building, beaming smile as you spot heeseung by the stairs. if it hadn’t been for the brick wall beside him, heeseung's sure he would’ve dropped the drink. all of a sudden, you run to him, enveloping heeseung in your arms. there’s a lot of squealing in his ear, but he pays it no mind. it’s normal with you and over the years, heeseung can say that he’s immune. he’s aware of the co-workers staring at them, so heeseung pulls away hesitantly. it doesn’t affect you, though. you intertwine your fingers, waving to the others before tugging heeseung away.

“you came all the way to give me my favourite drink?” you ask in between sips. “you didn’t have to, you know. i always rant about work.”

“how often do you end up in a fight with your superior?” heeseung rolls his eyes. you offer a sip of your drink then and without hesitation, he takes a greedy sip.

“ya, that’s like half the drink.” you scoff, grumbling under your breath. “you could’ve gotten your own.”

heeseung doesn’t like any of those drinks though. he doesn’t want to say no to you when you're offering sips of your own. can’t watch your crestfallen face upon rejection. he wonders how long he’ll be able to pull that off for.

“it tastes better.” heeseung grins through his lie. “maybe because it’s yours?”

even though teasing you is a second nature to him now, it goes both ways. heeseung has lost count of the number of times he’s caught you stealing his hidden gummies in the kitchen. he’s come to the decision of stocking that cupboard with all of your favorite snacks. because you love taking them away.

there’s a tug on heeseung's fingers and he realizes you are trying to point out to something. he’d forgotten you were holding hands. the cold from earlier has dissipated, the searing warmth from you is all that he can feel. heeseung keeps a tight hold, not wanting to let go.

“what is it?” heeseung squints.

“can we get some food?” you point to the shop by the road. “i skipped lunch.”

“you told me you ate lunch.” heeseung furrows his eyebrows. he remembers asking earlier and you had confirmed that you did. you've been so busy with work, heeseung has to make sure to remind you during the day.

“before you get mad at me, i was on my way to get lunch. but then, someone needed my help.” you mumble. “i would’ve assigned it to someone else. if only anyone else could do it.”

“i’m dropping by your work tomorrow. we’re eating lunch together.” heeseung sighs, walking towards their new destination.

“no, you won’t. hee, your work is twenty minutes away. by the time you reach me, you’ll lose half your lunch. there’s not enough left for you to return.” you shake your head. “i promise i won’t do it again. just this one time.”

it’s never one time, but heeseung lets it go. butting heads with you about this ends up with you both going in circles. maybe he’ll start organising a weekly meal plan for you both.

“oh, y/n, you’re back!” the elderly woman running the shop greets you first, smiling brightly. “you told me you were going to come last week.”

“i know, i’m really, really sorry. work has me busy.” you apologize. “i promise to eat whatever you recommend today.”

heeseung looks between the two, wondering how often you end up coming here during work hours or after.

“did you bring your boyfriend today?” the owner glances at heeseung. “i hope you’ve been taking care of y/n. she spends too much time working.”

the tips of your ears turn red and heeseung chuckles at your flustered state. he’s not sure if the reaction is about the insinuation of you being together or you over-working.

despite the craving to let you suffer a little longer, heeseung chooses to come to the rescue.

“i’m her good friend, heeseung. we grew up together.” heeseung introduces himself. “i’m trying to keep an eye on her but she likes lying about when she’s eating.”

“it was just today!” you argue, crossing your arms over your chest.

the owner laughs, shaking her head. “let’s go. there’s some empty seats on the other side.”

as soon as you sit down, heeseung notices you shiver. you rub your hands, hoping to generate some heat. your blue coat clearly not enough to keep you warm. heeseung pulls over his jacket, thrusting it in your hands. you look confused for a moment before shaking your head.

“i’ll be fine once i eat.” you push it back towards heeseung.

“you’re shivering. don’t make me zip you up.” heeseung threatens. it wouldn’t be the first time he’s done it. you tend to stubborn about your own wellbeing, choosing to sacrifice it for some silly reasoning.

“won’t you be cold?” you frown. “what if you get sick?”

“living with you for so long has me prepared for your lack of foresight. i have another jacket.” heeseung quips, ignoring your offended gasp.

your bickering is quashed when the food is put down on your table. heeseung watches in amazement as you wolf down at least four pieces in one go. it leaves behind a trail of sauce all over your lips and heeseung grimaces. he wipes it away aggressively with a tissue.

“no one is taking the food away from you. can you eat slowly?” you grin at heeseung's comment.

for once, you listen to heeseung's advice. you take smaller bites and there’s less of a mess. you end up taking at least half of heeseung's bowl too, but there’s no complains on his side. as long as you are satisfied and happy, nothing else matters.

---

“heeseung, wake up.”

someone is shaking him. the tiredness in his body makes him crave more rest and he rolls over, ignoring the disruption.

“we’re going to be late.”

this time, the blanket is ripped off the bed and heeseung shivers as the chilly air hits him. slowly, he opens her eyes, squinting at the person towering over him. y/n? heeseung rubs the sleep away, sitting up slowly as he struggles to make sense of the situation.

“awake now? we have twenty minutes to make the next bus or else we’re screwed.” you help him off the bed. “how the hell did you sleep through your alarm? you’re better than me.”

he remembers briefly stirring in his sleep, but the late night yesterday had taken a toll. heeseung promises himself never to drink with jay and jake on a work night again.

“you could’ve gone to work. my stop is earlier than yours.” heeseung frowns as he looks at the time. you will be late. why did you stay back with him?

“i already called in about my lateness and it’s fine. sometimes over-working has its perks. they were nice about it.” you scrunch up your nose. “i’ll grab you something for breakfast. get ready, okay?”

nodding meekly, heeseung hurries off to get dressed. there’s something suspicious about the way you are acting. did something happen last night? his memory is foggy beyond the point of him downing shots with jake. he’s adding this to the long list of reasons to lock their wine cabinet in the kitchen.

“ready? let’s go.” you hand heeseung his bag, as well as his breakfast. “i’ll meet you after work so that we can go to the café together?”

“what café?” heeseung asks. he doesn’t recall having a conversation about anything of the sort.

you snicker, adding to heeseung's confusion. “i knew you were out of it from your second glass of wine yesterday. jay wanted to visit the café he’s been raving about for a week. you said yes to it last night.”

oh.

“right. i can come to you, if you want?.” heeseung says as you both reach the bus stop. “you’re already busy, plus you’re late today because of me.”

“i am late and we’re going to be on a crowded bus.” you sigh. “heeseung, the direction of the café is towards your work. there’s no point in you coming to me for us to go back.”

the point is made and heeseung realizes the logic behind it. even though he’d rather pick you up from work, there’s no use doubling the travelling.

he spots the bus at the stop, a sense of dread brewing in his stomach. peak hour public transport is the worst. there’s no place to sit, no place to stand. people don’t want to take the empty seats next to strangers. and heeseung hates crowded buses.

you reach out then, loosely interlacing your fingers. you smile softly at heeseung, squeezing his hand lightly. “it’ll be okay. you board first.”

heeseung hasn’t been able to figure it out yet, but somehow you know when he’s unsettled. you know when heeseung is nervous. know when he needs that extra bit of support. and even though he asks you every time, you just shrug your shoulders.

feeling the reassurance of your support has never been an issue. you're vocal about chasing away insecurities and love to show it too. that’s what heeseung appreciates the most. you ground him, anchoring heeseung in the times even he himself doesn’t realize how much he needs it. it’s taken the years of your friendship to realize that your habit is to put everyone else first and then yourself. you cater for the needs of others, their stories, their worries. it gives heeseung the push to do the same for you.

as you both squeeze through the people on the bus, your grip on heeseung only tightens. you let out a shaky breath only when you reach the back of the bus. heeseung glances over at the seats, perking up at the sight of an empty one. he ushers you over before you have a chance to argue. for a moment, heeseung swears he spots a glare on your face, but the bus lurches and you stumble, sitting on the seat.

heeseung giggles, inherently winning an unspoken argument. you will always be the priority in his eyes.

---

“oh, you’re out early.” you walk beside heeseung as you leave the building.

heeseung zones out as you start talking about jay. there’s a dull pain in his chest. one he wants to erase. is it the thought of losing you? heeseung can’t quite comprehend the reasoning. hearing you ramble on and on about jay's funny jokes at work is rubbing him the wrong way.

“–love it more. are you even listening to me?” you pause, crossing your arms over your chest.

no, he isn’t. heeseung opens his mouth to reply but you wave him off.

“we’re here. i’ll pay today.” you say, walking inside the shop.

you regret saying that later when you're at the cashier. heeseung smiles smugly at the long receipt being printed out. of course, he’d take advantage of the offer.

you bicker about it all the way to the café, neither wanting to relent. thankfully, one of your friends, mina ends up breaking your squabbling.

“you guys made it! did you buy me a present?” there’s a shine in mina's eyes as she glances at your bags.

“no.” heeseung deadpans, placing it on the table.

“so mean.” mina mumbles. “y/n, have a look at their menu. i know you like some of the drinks i like, so i can recommend a few for you.”

heeseung chuckles at the excitement brimming between the two of you. always wanting to try out new things. he can’t relate to appreciating the heavily caffeinated drinks. “i’m going to go to the bathroom. i’ll be back in a bit.”

“i’ll order something for you.” you say absentmindedly.

mina locks eyes with heeseung, a teasing grin on her face. before she can do anything with the information, heeseung scrambles to escape.

heeseung took some time to compose himself as he headed back to your table.

he sees confusion plastered on mina's face, busy staring at the americano on his spot.

“that’s yours?” mina points. “you told me you hated everything coffee related.”

“no, i didn’t.” heeseung winces as he swallows a few sips. still just as bitter as he thought it would be.

“you hate coffee?” you are shocked as you look at heeseung. “but you drink half of mine whenever you buy it for me.”

there’s a hint of hurt laced in your voice and heeseung curses internally. this is exactly what he’d been avoiding. he flits his gaze between you and mina, not knowing how to answer. well, it’s not like mina didn’t know about his inability to say no to you. this isn’t news.

“his taste must’ve changed since we last talked.” mina smiles, chipping away on the pressure. “it’s been a while since we’ve come to a café.”

“that must be it. he never says no to me whenever i offer him sips from my own drink.” you chuckle.

heeseung chokes on his next sip, coughing hard. you didn’t have to say that out loud. his cheeks grow warm as mina looks over at him again. she’ll never live that down.

----

it’s your second bottle of wine you're about to finish between the four of you. you are huddled against heeseung, engrossed in playing with your threaded fingers. mina sits across, busy showing off something on her phone to jay.

heeseung's only had one glass himself yet his tolerance has always been low. you seem to be a bit soberer. his promise to himself about not drinking on weekdays flew out the window as soon as jay brought over two bottles from his father’s restaurant.

“are you okay?” heeseung asks, brushing your hair away from your face as you nod. “do you want to sleep?”

“i’m fine now. more worried about their state.” you chuckle at mina and jay. “how did they drink more than us but seem alert.”

“practice y/n.” jay quips. “don’t push yourself and you’ll build resistance. but i don’t think that’ll ever work with you. weak drinks are too strong for you.”

you grumble at the insult but don’t bite.

“do you guys think you can dance drunk?” mina challenges the three of you. “i bet heeseung can’t even stand on his feet right now.” she giggles at her phone.

heeseung's never one to back down and he leans over, plucking the phone out of mina's hands. what is this? a dance challenge? it seems simple to the eyes but requires a partner. he’s not doing this on his own.

you shift beside him, hooking your chin over heeseung's shoulder.

“that looks hard.” you squint. “why is it so fast?”

“do you want to try?” heeseung gets up, pulling you along with him. “i’ll guide you.”

“you watched it two times. i don’t trust you.” you shake your head.

“i’m offended. you should have more faith in me.” heeseung gasps. “just mirror what i do at the start.”

running through the video one more time, you nod. you stand in front of him as heeseung starts with his right hand up, left hand down. he intertwines his fingers with you, barely masks the sharp inhale that escapes his lips. he’s overwhelmed by your strong grip, but uses it to his advantage, lowering you for a mere second before pulling you back up. heeseung unwinds one arm, giggling as you squeal at the sudden movement. he tugs on your hand again, bringing you close. heeseung leans his forehead against yours, breathing heavily as your noses brush against each other.

even the darkness of the room couldn’t hide your gaze lingering on heeseung's lips. he meets your eyes, the confliction undeniably reflecting in heeseung's own.

“i don’t want to fight this any longer.” you sigh.

“then, don’t.” heeseung let’s go of your hands, cradling your cheeks between his palms instead. he brushes his thumbs across. “and just so you know, i don’t want to fight this either.”

you close the distance, pressing your lips against heeseung's. your eyes flutter close. it’s just as heated as it’s soft. not what heeseung ever really thought it would be like. it's so much more than that. he encircles your waist as you pull him by his shirt, keeping him near. it’s only when heeseung hears someone clear their throat that he remembers their friends are still there. he hesitantly moves away, kissing your forehead.

“god damn you guys. we didn’t need to see that. but finally!” jay shouts, cheering. “it seems like the plan worked.”

you and heeseung whip your heads back to jay.

“what plan?”

425 notes · View notes

bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years

Note

okay but mob!bucky having a terrible time and taking it out on the reader

Pairing || Mob!Bucky x Wife!Reader

Contents & Warnings || Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, dub-con, shower sex, Bucky being rough and ruthless.

Authors Note || Ugh yes! Ok I’ve been thinking about this scenario for a while and this just gave me inspiration to write it down! I started writing this at like 1 AM so apologies if it sucks lol I’m very tired after travelling most of the day. Also I kept this very short and easy than I normally do. I’m trying to teach my brain to just write and have fun without overthinking and that not everything needs to be 100% perfect to post.

Mob!Bucky Masterlist

Bloody, battered and bruised.

That’s how you found him as he was standing underneath the shower, his head hung low, hands placed on the tiled wall, as he let the water pour down on him.

He’d spent all day with violence, bruising and abusing people—needing to put them in their place after crossing a line with him. You knew it took a toll on him, doing those things, so you wanted to comfort him in any way he needed and wanted.

You removed your clothes and stepped into the shower. Getting behind him, you wrapped your arms around his torso and kissed his spine, making his tense muscles relax as he let out a exhale of relief at you being there for him.

Your hand found his cock, stroking his length and teasing his tip till he hardened in your grasp, making him moan as his cock twitched, wanting more.

He turned around and pinned your body against the cold tiled while he kept your hands above your head—trapping you. He collided his lips with yours as he moved hurriedly and hungrily against them. With his teeth, he tugged your bottom one as he growled like a hungry animal, ready to devour its prey.

He turned your body around, your front now pressed into the cold wall. He kept a solid and powerful grip on your neck, constricting your breathing. With his other, he guided his length to your pussy and forced his way through your tight walls—not even asking for permission. He didn’t need to. He always took what he wanted and needed, even from you.

You cried out at the slight pain and discomfort once he was situated entirely in you. He groaned in your ear as he slammed into you in long and powerful strokes repeatedly with no mercy—taking his frustrations and anger out on your poor and innocent body. You were going to be so sore and tender tomorrow.

It didn’t take long before he spurted his hot cum into your tight and accommodating walls. Groaning against your wet skin as he filled your little cunt up. You sobbed as he left your sensitive walls.

He left a few sweet kisses on your skin, making you think that he was done with you and would take you to bed now for some cuddles, but it looked like he still needed to let his frustrations out, so he shoved his cock through your used and abused walls once more, ready to take you one more time, and then maybe an extra one after that…

If people want to send some more thots please feel free to do so 👀 Maybe some of them will inspire me to write or include them in a longer fic! If not I will write something very short and quick or give you my opinion on the topic 🖤

3K notes · View notes

seasidefallenangel · 7 months

Text

drain. (kanata yatonokami)

The kitchen faucet is leaking.

It drips at the same pace for seconds, minutes, hours. You know this, and Kanata knows, and Nayuta as well, but the two act as if it doesn’t matter. They’re talking to one another about something you don’t really understand nor care to, not when the faucet is leaking. Your eyes follow every drop, and your hand tremors in tandem with it. They’re talking, they’re laughing, they’re happy. They’re happy. Even with that stupid faucet, they’re happy.

Jealousy isn’t the right word, because if you were to tell Kanata you were jealous of him in any way, shape, or form, he’d either be insulted or disgusted - or maybe a mixture of both. He’d see it as patronizing, he’d think you’re making fun of him, because how are you jealous of the guy who has nothing but Nayuta - (and you, but you’re not really sure you’re something to be happy about having at all.)

The faucet leaks and the drop is so loud in your ears that it covers the jovial laugh of Nayuta. You don’t hate him - far from it in fact. He reads Kanata better than you can, a translator of sorts for the few moments you can’t really read in between the lines of your boyfriend’s words. He gives good fashion tips, he knows a lot of underrated hang-out spots that he shows you, subtly hinting that his twin would enjoy it if you took Kanata on a date there, he tells you about cozmez’s childhood when Kanata is reluctant to. “I think you’re good for him,” Nayuta said to you one night. The two of you were on the couch in their apartment. Kanata had gone to pick up dinner, leaving you with his twin. Your skin crawls at Nayuta’s statement because you know he’s not a liar, which means he’s just stupid enough to believe his own words.

The faucet was leaking then too.

“Thanks,” comes your noncommittal mumble, not even bothering to look up from your phone when you answer him. Part of you feels guilty because Nayuta is, despite everything, a very sweet boy. He deserves better than your bitter responses, and his brother deserves better than you as a whole.

His eyes narrow and he sighs, absentmindedly sketching something on his notebook. The pencil scratches as he continues to speak, “Quit being so mopey. He wouldn’t stick around if he didn’t like you.” And well, he has a point. Kanata’s not a fan of lying, preferring to rip the band-aid off before the wound has even finished healing.

The faucet leaks and the sound reverberates through the walls. You feel your heart sinking with every drop, waiting for the flood to come coursing through. The present rings to the front of your mind once more as Kanata nudges you, quirking an eyebrow up at your silence. You didn’t even notice Nayuta leave, presumably to go meet up with Shiki. Normally you’d join in on the twins banter, but you can’t even pretend like the idea doesn’t make your lunch start to build up in your throat.

“Your faucet is leaking,” you say quietly, eyes glancing at the water that falls. His gaze follows yours before his face shifts into confusion. You could tell he thought that if that was the reason you were so quiet, it was weird at the best and stupid at the worst - and he probably had a point.

“... Usually does. ‘S not that big of a deal anyhow. Just ignore it.” His voice gets quieter towards the end, like the state of their apartment is something to be embarrassed of, like you’re judging him for it. You’re not, but you don’t think you could explain your reasoning for being so upset by the faucet. Your finger taps on the table, slowly speeding up the longer your mind lingers. “You should probably get it fixed.”

Confusion changes to annoyance. “I just said it doesn’t matter. Does it bother you that much?” It’s phrased like a snarky comment, but you can tell there’s something underlying there. If it really did bother you for some reason, if it made you upset, then he’d get it situated to appease you.

Well, you think it’s underlying. Maybe he is actually mad, maybe he can’t stand you.

The faucet leaks, and you’re rotting away inside. Because the faucet leaks but the twins don’t care, the twins have each other, they’re never alone, so much so that the leaking faucet doesn’t even matter to them. They don’t even notice it.

“It’s broken, Kanata.” The crack in your voice is piercing as the tears start welling in your eyes, and you feel pathetic. Who are you to cry in front of Kanata, the boy who had the world drag him to its core and he managed to claw his way to the surface? The faucet drops grow louder when he leans towards you, worry written on his features. It’s subtle in a way that makes you want to scream.

The chair scrapes as you shoot up from the table and over to the sink, hands gripping the rusty metal. Kanata follows behind, bewildered and hesitant because you’re not making any sense and you know it, but you can’t explain it. Because the sentence, “your family loves you so much that the small issues don’t matter” is stupid in theory, but brings you back to the same old place - the one where the faucet leaking was your fault, where the car door wide open in the rain was because of your incompetence, the dog not being fed, the light left on, the minor inconveniences that shouldn’t mean anything turned into screaming matches where your throat bled ; the house that wasn’t a home, but a building filled with strangers to one another, a stark absence of love.

A hand slowly reaches towards your wrist, bony fingers wrapping around it and tugging gently. Your vice grip on the faucet fails to loosen as the mantra of, “it’s broken, it’s broken,” falls from your lips without much thought.

“Cut it out,” he says gently. It’s not the scathing irritation you expected to hear, but rather a concerned request. You think you’d prefer the anger.

He pulls one more, and your hands let it go as you turn to face him with your head hung low. He’s no stranger to trap reactions and trauma which makes this hurt more, because now you’re sure he has an idea of what’s going on inside of you. It’s the worst scenario possible for him to see you as you are.

Your nails dig into your palms and you ignore the liquid rising to coat your fingers, head tilting up to give him a false smile as the metallic scent of blood begins to overwhelm your smell. “Sorry.” Your voice sounds foreign and strange. “I’m fine now.”

His eye twitches and his mouth curls into a frown. You want him to scream at you and to kick you out and tell you to go away forever, because at least the pain of being alone will cover the agony of childhood clutching your throat. But he does none of that - and instead does something decidedly worse.

“Maybe I hide shit sometimes, but I’m trying to be more honest with you. You’re not gonna do the same thing for me?” The hurt in his voice is hidden by false exasperation. You want to grasp him tight, so tight it hurts him and he can never abandon you and fill him with endless words of love. You want to push him away, disappear without a trace like he never met you so he could live without the weight of your burdens pulling him down.

One sniffle, two, before your head leans against his chest and the silent sobs overtake you. He grows stiff for a moment and you can see it in your head, when he pulls away and berates you, but the scene changes when he slowly wraps his arms around you. There’s a small hint of discomfort in his hug - an act so unfamiliar to him - but the part that gnaws at you is how good it feels to be held by him.

It doesn’t make sense, it never will, and to put all your anxieties into words seems impossible. But there’s no denying the love that seeps from his touch, and it’s as constriction as it is freeing. It’s scary to be known but even more terrifying to be concealed, and if Kanata is willing to subject himself to the shattered lifeform that is you, then maybe, just maybe, you can let him slip through the cracks.

#paradox live #paradox live x reader #paralive x reader #kanata yatonokami x reader #paralive #every time i come back i have something new im unwell over #anyway hes my favorite. thog don't caare #angst #scenarios

162 notes · View notes

bedoballoons · 8 months

Note

hi! i saw requests were open, may i requests albedo, itto and tighnari's significant other coming home after a long time away? maybe some angst to fluff? thank you!

Ive actually wanted to write something like this for so long!! I hope you like it <3 Also so sorry if it's been a long time since you've requested this!!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ✿─

{༻~Coming home after awhile~༺}

CW: Slight angst because of missing the reader but fluffy in the end!!

(Includes: Albedo, Itto, and Tighnari!)

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

𑁍༄Albedo:

Albedo stared aimlessly at the wall, a habit he had picked up after you'd left and it wasn't because he was bored or didn't have anything to do, on the contrary, he could busy himself with experiments and alchemy very easily, but without you around...life just seemed dull at certain moments...just like this one. He missed you terribly and you being gone longer than usual was really messing with him, to the point he was starting to worry you might never come back...

"Albeeedooo...immm baaack"

His eyes widened at the sound of your voice, his heart skipping a beat as he turned around, how you'd managed to get through the door without him knowing a mystery that he currently didn't care about, because seeing you after so long filled him with the warmth he'd been missing. "I'm so happy you're back...I missed you so much my love." He grasped your hand gently, lifting it slightly to place a kiss on top, his bright blue eyes looking up at you with pure joy. "I missed you too..." You smiled sweetly at him, his fingers holding you chin as he placed his next kiss on your soft lips...a feeling he simply couldn't live without.

𑁍༄Itto:

Itto crossed his arms, sighing dramatically as his onikabuto lost yet another battle, their normal strength seemingly weak compared to all recent opponents...or perhaps it was him who was off, after all, he didn't have you by his side. Yes he had told you to follow your heart and travel as much as you could and he really did want that for you..., but you were his cheerleader, the love of his life...being without you for so long...he just wasn't the same.

"Ahh come on how about 2 outta 3?" He attempted, doing his best to regain his happy go lucky demeanor as he spoke to the little boy in front of him...who was holding his candy he'd just won for dear life. Just the sight was enough to make you feel right at home...gosh you'd missed him, "Itto...I think he won fair and square. How about you let him take the prize and I'll give you a kiss for participation."

The Oni instantly perked up, his eyes sparkling as soon as they caught sight of you, "I don't know what a participation is but I'll definitely take that kiss over some candy!" He wrapped his big arms around you, lifting you up as he hugged you and making you laugh happily, nothing could put a smile on your face as fast as he could. You connected your lips to his in a loving kiss, pulling away just long enough to kiss his cheek.

𑁍༄Tighnari:

Tighnari bit his lip, trying his best to focus on his papers even though his tail was swaying furiously back and forth, the though of you returning any second after being gone so long, pestering him to the point he couldn't think of anything else but that beautiful smile he wanted to see so badly...or your perfect voice that his ears kept twitching in attempt to hear. He truthfully didn't think he'd be able to handle even one more day without you with him...

He stood up, leaving his desk behind so he could pace the room for a few moments...then make his way to the front door, his large ears pressed up against it...listening for your footsteps. Just as he was about to give up hope he heard the tip tap of your shoes against the ground, the sound enough to make him throw open the door. His body moving without thinking as he pulled you into him, capturing you in a tight hug before you could even walk into the house.

"Tighnari you're crushing mee" You joked hugging him back as a light blush coated your cheeks, you couldn't believe how quickly he had made your day better, any sad feeling expelled as soon as you saw him. "Sorry but the crushing hug is non-negotiable, after being gone so long this is your punishment." He chuckled, placing soft little kisses all over your face, his last one being a loving kiss on the lips that neither of you could get enough of...

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚Enjoy*⁠.⁠✧

312 notes · View notes

lowkeychenle · 10 months

Text

The Last Straw [ZCL] (M)

Description: Chenle has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. Being in love with him isn't easy, until you find out he reciprocates those feelings (thanks to Cockblocker!Jaemin).

(This was requested!! Thank you for the request and I'll respond to the ask with this link <3)

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Content Warnings: Explicit (protected) sex, I have a thing for Chenle saying pretty girl so excuse that in almost all of my Chenle fics rip me, Chenle is just perfect okay but also sassy

Word Count: 3,742

Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader (feat. Cockblocker!Jaemin because he's a mess)

Juliet's Masterlist

(also I made a moodboard for this one instead of using gif and i think the moodboards are so much more fun so I'll prolly make these from now on! Disclaimer: I don't own any of these photos!)

“Respectfully, if you don’t knock that off, I’m gonna swat you upside the head.” You give Jaemin a pointed look from your spot on Chenle’s couch. “You’re just mad that he beat you again.”

“He cheated.” Jaemin crosses his arms over his chest, returning your glare with ease. “No way he’s actually that good at this shit.”

“I think I’m pretty good at everything, honestly.” Chenle shrugs, leaning back against the cushion and resting his arms along the top, fingertips brushing your shoulder.

You and Chenle have been best friends for years. Longer than he’s known Jaemin, that’s for sure. No way would you take Jaemin’s side over Chenle’s, even if he so happened to be in the wrong.

You look at him with a smile, which he returns, brow quirking in response. Jaemin grimaces at the two of you.

“At least let me leave before you start making out.” He scrunches up his nose. “Disgusting.”

The tips of your ears burn as your attention shoots over to Jaemin. At the same time, Chenle launches a throw pillow in his direction, leaning forward as if he’s about to stand up. Jaemin holds his hands up in mock surrender as he swats it away.

“Don’t shoot the messenger,” he says, running his fingers through his faded pink hair. “And don’t have too much fun by yourselves.”

When the door closes behind him, it leaves you and Chenle in awkward silence. You can’t lie and say you’d never thought about kissing him, but not recently. If ‘recently’ is only the past few days. There’s something about the general confidence Chenle has that makes you curious.

“Um.” Chenle clears his throat, pressing his lips together in a thin line. “Wanna pick something to watch? I’ll make popcorn.”

“Absolutely.” You give an exaggerated nod, lunging forward to grab the remote off the coffee table.

You think everything will go back to normal after he returns with a bowl. He sits next to you, putting his arm over your shoulders again and shifting until he’s pressed comfortably against you. This isn’t abnormal, but for some reason, it has your heart racing much faster than it should.

The show plays for maybe two minutes before he clears his throat. You think nothing of it until he does it again, pulling your attention to his face. The lights inside the house are off, but the sun is resting just above the horizon, painting an orange glow on his skin.

“What’s wrong with you?” you ask. “Do you need some water? You haven’t even had any popcorn yet.”

He blinks. Once. Twice. His eyes even flutter across your face.

“This is weird. What’s going on?” You frown at him.

“Have you ever thought about it?” He quirks an eyebrow.

You chuckle. “Thought about what?”

“Nevermind. Forget it.” He shakes his head, leaning back with a slight pout to his lips.

“No, tell me.” You gently smack his chest. “Don’t do that.”

“Fine. Just remember you made me say this,” he grumbles, sitting up again. He’s only inches away from you like this. “Have you ever thought about kissing me?”

“I mean…yeah.” You shrug. “We’re around each other all the time. I’ve literally seen you kiss people before. Nothing wrong with a little curiosity, you know?”

“Why haven’t you asked?”

“Asked what?” You laugh before you stop yourself. “To kiss you? Are you insane?”

“You just said you wanted to,” he points out, shifting closer. “Why wonder when you can know for real?”

“You want to?” Your eyes widen as they dart down to his lips unintentionally.

You watch his pupils dilate, his eyelids threatening to flutter shut as he nods. He’s so close to you, you feel his short, choppy breaths. What the hell are you doing? This is the last thing that should happen—in no world is Chenle kissing you a good idea. You’ll fall into a rabbit hole and probably accidentally admit how you want more than that.

No way in hell you’re going to stop him when he’s looking at you like that, though. He hesitates, meeting your gaze one last time, a thousand questions moving from his mind to yours. There’s only one you need to answer, and you do. Slowly, you nod.

The initial brush has sparks igniting along your skin, and you instinctively grip onto the sleeve of his T-shirt. Usually, he’d tease you for something like that. He’d say something about how you’re trying to strip him down, but he doesn’t seem to have any other thought besides kissing you right now. This is the most attractive you’ve ever seen him.

When he really kisses you, his full lips pressing gently against yours, you swear electricity courses through the two of you, the sparks enough to make you gasp. You’d imagined this plenty of times, but never did you think it could be like this.

He sighs, bringing his hand up to weave it through your hair. You push yourself closer to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

The second his tongue runs across your bottom lip, you let out a short, quiet moan. Instead of taking a moment to tease you about it, he uses the opening. The two of you battle for dominance, but when his thumb rubs against your scalp, you know you’re no match for him.

Everything around you heats up, and as much as you hate to deny it, you feel your panties dampen. Your body tingles with excitement as he guides your back down against the couch, finding the spot between your legs he fits in perfectly. No matter what, you don’t dare open your eyes or pull away right now. If this is a dream, you sure as hell don’t want to wake from it.

As he settles on top of you, you gasp when you feel him semi-hard through his shorts. Before you can psych yourself out of it, you reach for the hem of his shirt and start sliding it up. He takes the hint, pulling away to tug the fabric over his head. Unfortunately for you, you don’t have time to admire him before his lips are on yours again.

“I was almost all the way home when I—what the fuck?” A familiar voice from the doorway has Chenle launching away from you.

The trance is broken, the moment is gone, and all you’re left with is burning cheeks and instant shame under Jaemin’s scrutiny.

Chenle scrambles for his shirt, and instead of putting it back on, he puts it over his lap in a poor attempt to hide his arousal. You can’t bring yourself to sit up, your palms still flat on your face.

“I didn’t know you guys actually did that.” Jaemin grins, placing his hands on his hips and smiling widely. “Good job, buddy.”

“We don’t.” Chenle rolls his eyes. “What did you even need?’

“I left my jacket here.” Jaemin points over to the kitchen, where it’s draped over one of the dining room chairs.

“Okay…so how about you grab it…and you go?” Chenle glances up to the ceiling, as if he’s asking for strength, and then blinks rapidly at Jaemin. “Like, now.”

You still haven’t moved, only spreading your fingers apart to look at Chenle.

“Right. Yeah, duh.” Jaemin rushes to get it, not acknowledging either of you again until he’s at the door. He stops, reaching into his pocket for his wallet before he tosses something at Chenle. “Make sure you’re safe! Bye!”

He leaves, and when you finally get the courage to look up, Chenle has his head in his palm. A condom is about a foot in front of him, sending another wave of embarrassment to your face.

“So…” Chenle trails off. “Maybe we should rewind the show.”

Disappointment flutters around your heart. “Uh, yeah. Sure.” You gulp and grab the remote. Regardless of how much you wish you could yell at Jaemin for interrupting, the urge to continue doesn’t subside.

“(Y/N).” He sighs, brows furrowing. “I need to tell you something.”

“Yeah?”

“I want to do that again.” He leans his head back on the couch, and this time, you pay close attention to the expanse of his neck. The two of you don’t hide things from each other, so nothing is off limits—you’ve heard all about the things he likes, and neck kisses are one of his weaknesses. Your mouth waters at the thought of it.

“Me too.”

“But I need you to know it’s not just…it’s not all I want.” He closes his eyes, cringing at his own words.

Your brain doesn’t compute what he means at first—you assume something completely different. “Are you saying you want to have sex?”

His attention shoots to you. “No! Well, yeah, but that’s not what I meant by that. I have feelings for you, dumbass."

“For me?” You snort, half-choking on a laugh until you realize he’s serious. “Why?”

“You’re an idiot.” He rolls his eyes and groans. “Why wouldn’t I? Have you seen yourself? Met yourself? You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, but if you even try to repeat that to anyone I will vehemently deny it until the day I die.”

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that?” Your brain whirls at the sight of him, and your entire body yearns to be close to his again.

“It’s the truth. I’ve liked you for a while now, but I’ve never had the courage to say anything.” Chenle chews the inside of his cheek, pondering. The thought of Chenle’s confidence wavering when it comes to you has your heart tumbling in your chest.

“You know what this means?” You quirk an eyebrow at him.

“Hm?”

“Your mom is going to be so excited.” You bite back a smile, but it breaks through anyway when you see him glare at you, narrowing his eyes.

“Why would you bring my mom up right now? Are you trying to make me go soft?” His words send heat to your cheeks, and it takes everything in you not to tap them to snap yourself out of it.

“You’re still hard after Jaemin came in here like that?” You push his shoulder.

“I was on top of you, dude. There’s only one way I’ll be able to get this thing down, and hopefully, it’ll be with you and not my hand.” He takes a deep breath. “Whatever you decide is good with me.”

Leaving Chenle to his hand is the last thing you’d even think about doing right now. You don’t want to move too quickly, but when he looks away from you briefly, you use that as an opportunity to straddle his lap. He gulps and shifts beneath you, immediately gripping your waist.

“And now you’re on top of me,” he mutters. “I’m gonna have so many dreams about this.”

Before your nerves can overtake you, you dip your head down until you're mere centimeters from him. He wasn’t lying about how hard he is, his bulge pressing beautifully against you. At this point, you curse yourself for wearing denim shorts. You’d be feeling it so much more if you were in something softer.

“You should know,” he says, right hand trailing up to cup your cheek. “We can take this slow if you want. I don’t want to rush you. Everything needs to be done right.”

“Kiss me, dumbass.”

He grins softly, only for a moment before his beautiful mouth is on yours again, working magic you’re sure only he’s capable of. You live for the sounds the two of you make, your lips moving together in harmony as if you’re made for each other.

At this point, you think you just may be.

You sit still on top of him, not quite wanting to elevate things yet, and he doesn’t push you. He lets you take everything at your own pace. Eventually, your tongues meet again, but you don’t fight him this time. You allow him to explore your mouth, sighing at how skilled he is at it. When he pulls away, his teeth gently digging into your bottom lip to tug it, you groan, your hips finally moving on their own accord. His smug look quickly fades as his breath shudders. You grind down on him, his hardness gliding along your clit through way too many sets of fabric.

“Chenle,” you groan. “I need you.”

“Patience, pretty girl,” he hums, moving along to your rhythm. “Need you to keep going, okay? Don’t stop.”

You didn’t intend to. Instead of waiting for his next move, your lips connect with his neck, nipping and licking along the skin you know is sensitive. You feel his soft moan before you hear it, and something inside of you snaps.

“Damn it, Chenle, I need more.”

“Do you?” His gaze darkens when he meets yours, fingers still weaved in your hair.

“I need you.”

He wets his lips, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he nods. “We should go to my room.”

Doing your best to keep grinding down on him, you reach down to the bottom of your T-shirt, making quick work of it so it can join Chenle’s on the couch. He stares at you, attention everywhere.

“I lied,” he breathes out, shaking his head. “I don’t like you. I’m in love with you. Let me take you to my room.”

The confession sends you reeling for half a second, and then you’re sliding off his lap to allow him to get up. You’re already weak at the knees thinking of all the things about to happen between the two of you, but you don’t dare say anything else as he bends to grab Jaemin’s condom from the ground, intertwines your fingers, and practically drags you toward his bedroom.

Right when you step foot through the threshold, he closes the door behind you and pushes you up against it. His lips work harshly on yours, leaving you to whine into him. Without wasting another second, his fingers pop the button on your shorts, and he pushes them down your thighs. They slide to the floor, leaving you in your bra and panties. You almost get self-conscious at the way he’s looking at you, but his hand starts ghosting along your inner thighs.

“I wonder how wet you are.” His voice is dangerously low, sending all sorts of shivers up your spine.

“Why don’t you feel and find out?” you taunt him, rocking your hips toward him.

With one quick movement, he unclasps your bra, leaving your top half bare as his head dips down. He nips at the flesh, and you swear you feel your heart pounding in your throat. Taking your nipple into his mouth, he swirls along it. He tweaks the other, and a moan escapes you before you can even try to hold it back.

“How about I make you cum on my face?” he mumbles, nipping as his mouth trails downward.

Then he’s on his knees in front of you. Never in your wildest dreams had you ever imagined a man like Chenle on his knees for you. His fingers hook in the hem of your panties, and he glances up at you.

“Are you sure this is okay?”

You nod, but it’s not enough for him.

“Say it out loud,” he commands. “I need to hear you say it.”

“It’s more than okay. Please do something.” Your head thuds against the wood of the door.

He smirks, tugging your panties down to the floor. Hoisting your leg up on his shoulder, he leans forward to lick a broad stripe up your core. You’re not sure where to grab, but you can’t find anything to hold onto except for the door handle.

Pausing, he reaches upward, guiding one of your hands to his hair. You take the hint, grasping onto him for support. Your one leg keeping you standing is already shaking, and when his tongue prods at your slit, you shudder.

His nose nudges your clit, and you push him further between your legs.

He pulls away, mouth shining with your arousal. “My pretty girl has such a pretty pussy. I could fucking eat you forever.” And just like that, he returns to his ministrations, wrapping his lips around your sensitive bud and flicking it with his tongue.

You cry out his name like a mantra, grinding into his face while he doesn’t dare let up for even a moment. Knots form in your stomach—the kind that have your hips bucking wildly—and suddenly, the repeated ‘Chenle’s escaping your mouth start to taste so, so sweet.

And then you crumble, hardly able to stay afloat. He slows down, helping you ride out your high before placing one last kiss on your clit and standing up.

His lips meet yours, and the taste of you doesn’t do a thing to bother you when you’re so dazed from your orgasm. He moves down to the sensitive spot by your ear, and you gasp, tightening your grip on him.

“Chenle.” You pull him up to look at you. “I love you, too.”

His breathing shutters as he spins you around, mouths connected harshly, and walks you back toward his bed. The glow of the sun has faded, the night sky surrounding the two of you in delicate, gentle silver light as he lowers you onto his mattress.

He pauses, eyes trailing over your body slowly, as if in appreciation. Neither of you moves until his hands move down to his sweatpants. You’re barely able to see him as he grabs the condom from his pocket and before pushing them and his underwear to the floor. He steps closer to you, gripping your thighs and tugging you to the edge.

“Are you sure?” he whispers. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

You sit up and take the condom from him. Once you rip the wrapper open, he gulps, watching as you reach down. A small sound escapes him when you wrap your fingers around his cock and stroke it a few times.

“Yes,” you say. “I’m sure.”

You roll it on him. He barely gives you enough time to finish with it before he crushes his mouth to yours with every ounce of feeling he has.

Scooting back on his bed, he climbs on to join you, stopping only when he hovers over you. His face is so close to yours, you almost moan at how swollen his lips are. He lines himself up with your entrance, making sure to brush against your clit a couple times.

And then he’s pushing inside you, stretching you slowly while he waits for your reaction. Your eyes roll and you lift your hips to get him deeper. He pauses, nuzzling against your shoulder, shuddering breaths fanning across your skin.

You close your eyes, letting your head fall back against the mattress as you adjust to the way he fits. He starts slow, pulling out only a bit to push back in. You weave your fingers through his hair, stroking his scalp in encouragement as he picks up his pace. His hips roll against yours, each thrust pulling sounds from you.

“God,” he mumbles, running his tongue along your collarbone.

“Kiss me,” you say, tugging at him. “Please.”

His lips are on your seconds later, surprisingly gentle. Your heart thuds in your chest. He swallows every moan, reaching up to intertwine intertwine your fingers together. With your hand pinned next to your head, you get lost in his rhythm. Everything around you is unbearably hot, skin sticking to skin while sounds of your wetness fills the room with each of his movements. Your brain whirls and you swear you’re going crazy the longer he’s inside you.

The pleasure is so intense, you doubt you’ve ever felt this way before. Your body shakes from his movements, and you do your best to match him. You feel knots forming in your stomach, but you don’t want it to be over yet, you want to be in this bed with him forever while he makes love to you.

He shifts closer, and you cry out when he slides right into your spot. His mouth rests against yours, gazes locked as he repeats the action over and over.

Releasing your hand, he reaches between the two of you, fingers connecting with your clit. You’re unashamed of your loud moan, especially as your orgasm hits like a tidal wave. Arching into him, you grip his shoulders.

He curses, face contorting in ecstasy as you clench around him like a vice. With a low groan, he snaps his hips into yours, sucking in a breath as he reaches his climax. He pants, setting his forehead on yours with his eyes closed.

“Good fucking God,” he mutters. “You’re amazing.”

Your mind is so shattered and overwhelmed, you can’t do anything but giggle. He’s shocked for a moment, but he joins you, kissing you once more before gently pulling out of you. You slump into his mattress, staring up at the ceiling fan.

“I’ll be right back,” Chenle tells you, rolling off of the bed to dispose of the condom.

Sweat sticks uncomfortably to your skin, but not even that can wipe the smile off your face. When he returns, he finds his place next to you, and regardless of the heat, he pulls you to his chest.

“You okay?” he asks.

You nod slowly, eyes fluttering shut. “Mm.”

“Holy shit, I fucked you dumb.” He laughs, squeezing you.

You give him the best glare you’re able to muster, but it must not be that great, because his smile doesn’t fade.

“So.” Brushing your hair behind your ear, he raises an eyebrow at you. “I think we should go out on a date. Or something.”

“Right now?” You stare at him, dumbfounded.

“No, not right now.” He shakes his head. “Soon, though. Like tomorrow.”

You grin, nodding. “I want that.”

“Good. Me too.” Chenle cradles you closer to him.

Grabbing the small blanket folded at the foot of his bed, he brings it up to cover both of you and hums when you throw your arm around him.

“I love you,” he says, voice so soft it’s almost lost in the night.

“I love you, too,” you reply with ease.

With his steady heartbeat as your lullaby, you have no problem falling asleep in his grasp.

#nct dream #nct imagines #nct #nct scenarios #nct dream smut #chenle #zhong chenle #chenle imagine #nct chenle #nct dream chenle #chenle fluff #chenle smut #chenle x reader #chenle scenarios

344 notes · View notes

succcession · 1 year

Text

Kendall Roy ♡ Smut Headcanons

Okay sooo starting strong and maybe controversial but i think Kendall might umm cum kinda fast. But, even if did last a normal/good amount of time I think he would always be insecure that he finished too quickly.

Sooo because of that little insecurity I think he would always! try to go down on you after he came. Like, even if he just made you cum 3x on his dick he would still be like “come on baby just one more” as he's kissing your clit because he's just so worried about making you feel good!

Kendall being into toys just makes sense to me. Like he definitely would want to try handcuffs. Mostly on you, but I can see him wanting to be handcuffed while you suck his dick or ride him.

He would loveeee to hold a vibrator on your clit until you push him away or literal tears start falling and your screaming “Kendall please oh my god, I- cant-”

I think Kendalls main kink would just be trying to make you cum as much as he can! It would be so reassuring for him that even if he was a fuck up in other ways at least he could make you cum 5x in one night.

That would keep him going on hard days haha just picturing you waiting for him naked at home.

We ALL know Kendall would be a huge fan of car sex. Gently stroking and squeezing your thigh while you're on your way to some fancy event. Slowly inching his fingers higher, until he starts lightly brushing his fingers tips against your clit.

He wouldn’t even look at you while he teased you, keeping his focus straight ahead. Would probably do it while he was on the phone. Slowly making you come undone while he talked to Stewy or a possible new investor.

On the drive home he would purposefully make you moan as loud as possible. Secretly, hoping the driver could hear everything he was doing to you.

I think he would be into taking a shower together after you guys have sex. He just wants to hold you in his arms under the hot water for at least 20 minutes straight.

“Ken maybe we shouldn’t use all the hot water”

“Babe, I don't know if you know this but I’m fucking rich. I’ll have hot water flown in from fucking underwater volcanoes if it means i can hold you longer.”

Then he would wash every single part of your body so gently and soft with soap that probably costs the same as your rent in NYC. Definitely stopping to suck on your nipples, and squeeze your ass

Since a relationship with Kendall might be a bit on/off, make up sex might be a frequent occurrence. Sometimes it would feel like he was trying to start a fight just so you could have rough sex after.

But once you figured out his little game you started teasing him and not giving in so easily. At first Kendall was pissed. I mean, the poor man already feels so out of control in his life he at least liked getting to be dominant in the bedroom. However, that was until the first time you actually got him to beg to cum.

You were on top riding him and every time he got close to the edge you would stop.

“fuck baby don't stop I’m gonna cum”

as soon as he said that your hips halted. Teasing in his ear “aww baby did you wanna cum in me? Not yet” you did that 3x more times until eventually Kendalls eyes were rolling back and he couldn't stop himself from grabbing your hips and holding you while he fucked up into you, cumming sooo deep inside.

Ever since that moment occasionally he would let you take control but usually he was the dominate one

Kendall has fantasies of you waking him up with head, and would drop not so subtle hints about it. “Yeah, I think I could just increase my performance if I started everyday with like an orgasm”

His favorite thing in the world is to receive a random nude from you while he's at work but would want it to be kinda special. Like you have on fancy lingerie or you’re taking a bath. Something more than just a mirror pic, but he would gladly take that too!

My brain is just a montage of Radiohead Mitski Kendall edits right now, I could keep going forever! Enjoy♡

#kendall roy #kendall roy x reader #succession #succession season 4 #kendall roy smut #kendall roy headcanon #succession smut #succession headcanons

388 notes · View notes

diodellet · 1 year

Text

alone time (simeon x gn!reader)

i finally got simeon's first memory ssr, his paws 2 UR, but i couldnt scrounge up enough DV to pull for his dia de los muertos UR… honestly who decided to keep giving him UR cards?? content warning for stuff under the cut: -drugging (it's kinda ambiguous aka: this could be read as an accident or intentional, but it's still drugging) -non-consensual somnophilia, non-consensual sex (i mean even if the reader does have feelings for him, they didn't explicitly consent to being touched.) ++lots of foreplay and jealous pining, body worship and praise, some dacryphilia, and morally gray simeon word count 2.2k words minors don't interact

He tells himself that it was a mistake. That he just accidentally grabbed the same herbal tea as that one night when you slept over in Purgatory Hall. But he couldn't just throw out an entire pot of tea, could he?

He had to admit though, seeing you struggle to fight off drowsiness, seeing you blink and rub at your eyes to stay focused on the conversation, seeing you try to—but ultimately fail at—stifling your yawns. It was endearing.

And besides, this kind of tea wasn't a sleeping draught. Nothing at all like the kind that Lucifer would use to treat his chronic insomnia. No, it was a relaxant, making the drinker more aware of their exhaustion, more receptive to the idea of rest and recuperation.

That meant you were more tired than you let on.

"...sorry, Simeon. I—" The enth yawn interrupted your sentence, "—I think I need to rest my eyes..." Moving your empty teacup aside, you propped your elbow up against the armrest, leaning your chin into your palm. But your efforts to stay awake were to no avail, you soon realized. "...On second thought, I didn't realize I was so sleepy..." Your words slowed to a snail's pace, before you fell silent. Your eyes slid shut.

"Just let me put these away for a moment. I'll walk you back," he reassured you with a soft smile gracing his lips.

Your voice came out muffled from how you were resting your head. "...thanks..." you hummed.

He rose from his seat to take the used teacups and teapot to the kitchen area. When he returned, you were still in the same position you fell asleep in. It didn't look comfortable, especially not for your neck.

He took a step closer to you, brushing the tips of his fingers against your shoulder. Noticing the slow rise and fall of your chest, he hesitated before trying to wake you. Should he instead let you rest for a little longer, he wondered.

Well, more than that, he couldn't just leave you lying like that.

He called your name softly, "sorry, let me help you get more comfortable..." Taking a seat next to you, he gently pulled you up into a sitting position. One hand supported your shoulder and the other your midsection. Your back rested against his chest. Your head lolled against him now that you were fully asleep. His hand rose to card his gloved fingers through the unruly locks of your hair, tracing the curve of your ear, following the line of your jaw, then finally coming to stop just shy of your lips—

He laid you out on the sofa, making sure to keep your head propped up against one of the throw pillows. Now that your legs were stretched out, you wouldn't end up painfully sore once you woke up from your nap.

(Or he could have just awoken you normally. Watched you stir back into lucidity, watched you blink up at him with bleary eyes before taking his hand and letting him walk you back to the House of Lamentation. Maybe you would have leaned against him and asked if the both of you could take your time, slowed your stride and let this time together stretch on for as long as it could. You hardly ever took the initiative to be upfront with him, always a little shaky or anxious when in his company.)

Despite your shy and reserved nature, he could remember multiple times where you've shown that you were anything but that: a time when he wasn't sure if you had changed your cologne or your soap. When asked about it, you hid a sheepish expression behind your hand and said it was a gift from Asmodeus. There were several times where you've shared granola bars, sandwiches (that he made for you), crackers, sweets (made by Luke) all sorts of snacks with Beelzebub and Belphegor. There were plenty of times where Mammon and Lucifer got to have you to themselves, easily calling you to their side or making plans with you out of the blue. Even when it came to mundane conversation, you would always bring up book recommendations from Satan or mention something from a TV series that Leviathan's been following.

Rarely ever did he get to see you like this. He always made sure to keep a respectable amount of distance between you two. He had seen the way the demon brothers would glare anyone who stepped too close to you, who put themselves too far into your personal bubble. But for some...unknown—maybe, divine or even mystical—reason, the both of you would find yourselves together like this. Close to each other with no demon brothers, nor that sorcerer, and especially not that young angel around to interrupt. Now was the perfect chance for him to leave his own mark on you, wasn't it?

A small groan escaped your lips and your brows furrowed, disturbing the peaceful expression on your features. Simeon stiffened, his hold tightening on you for a fraction of a second. He should stop, he should stop doing this right now—

His breath hitched. "A-ah...sorry I—"

You shifted, almost nuzzling against him. Through the thin barrier of your clothes, the heat from your body felt like a brand against his skin and yet he didn't want to let go of you. His hands slipped underneath your shirt, mapping out the soft flesh of your midriff, rising higher to splay his fingers over where your heart was. He could feel his pulse thumping wildly in his chest, while your own was steady.

"...Mm...Belphie... too hot..." you mumbled, pulling away. Or well, you would have, if you weren't caged in Simeon's arms.

His earlier alarm morphed into something uglier. Something more twisted, something downright possessive.

That wasn't right. You were supposed to be calling his name.

His hand cupped your chest, he marveled at how it fit into his palm. His fingers stroked and teased your nipple erect. Gently tugging at it and rolling it between the digits. Simeon gauged your expression, how your jaw tightened and your body tensed up. A shuddering moan escaped your lips, but you remained unconscious. How he wanted to map out every inch of your skin, to worship your body with his hands and mouth.

Maybe you weren't completely unconscious, your body was aware of these sensations and it was reacting to him, to his touch. Welcoming him.

Burying his face into the crook of your neck, he breathed in your scent once again.

His pants grew tight, he couldn't ignore his building arousal anymore. Pushing the hem of your shirt up, he pressed his lips to your sternum, the base of your ribcage, slowly rising to wrap his lips around your nipple and laving it with his tongue. His other hand doesn't stop toying with the other nub. From his ministrations, your breathing quickened and your cheeks flushed, the color spreading down to your neck.

He needed to stop now before it got too much, before you woke up but—

You were pushing against him for more, rutting your hips against him.

He pulled away and released the nub, now shiny with spit and red from stimulation. One of your hands is fisted in the fabric of the sofa cushions. Your expression has given way to a small frown. But the most important thing was that you were still unconscious.

God, he wanted more of you. He couldn't just stop now.

The exhale that escaped his lips did little to relieve his rising guilt. And furthermore in spite of that, he was painfully hard. He unbuttoned his pants and moved to free his cock before stopping in his tracks. His gloves—he clumsily yanked them off and tossed them in the direction of the coffee table. Now without the barrier of the fabric separating him from you, the contact of his bare skin against you set his nerves alight. He pressed his palm against your stomach, digging his fingers in and soaking up every bit of warmth radiating from your skin.

His other hand wrapped around his erection, stroking up and down. he bit back a groan at the welcome friction. His pace quickened, his arousal spilled onto the skin just below your navel.

What would it feel like inside you? He doubted you would feel anything less than divine around him. If you were awake, what kind of expression would you be making right now? Would you be staring at him or would you be peeking at him through the gaps of your fingers? Or were you the more impatient type, equally desperate to touch him while whining for more?

Either way, the sight of you under him was breathtaking. You were breathtaking.

"...hm...?" Simeon froze at the sound of the questioning hum that left your lips. His clean hand slapped over his mouth, did he say that last part aloud? His body continued to betray his baser instincts despite his mortification. The tip of his cock continued to leak, creating a small pool of arousal on your skin.

His pulse thundered in his ears as he waited to see if you continued to stir. When you didn't, before his guilt could fully stop him—

He already pulled your pants down and lined his cock up to your entrance. A hushed litany of apologies spilled from his lips, but he couldn't make do with just his hand. But he wouldn't penetrate you fully, no, he didn't want to hurt you, he just...

...needed a little more.

He couldn't hold back the low moan that rumbled from his chest as he pushed into your entrance. Your walls, albeit relaxed, still clenched tightly around him. One of his hands settled onto your waist and the other braced against the spot beside your head. Puffs of your breath met the skin of his inner wrist, warm and steady, occasionally hitching as he brushed against—what he presumed to be—your sensitive spots. His gaze lowered to where the two of you were connected.

Mesmerized, he wondered if you could fit more of him.

"Ngh..." A quiet curse left his lips. The thought was too lewd to imagine, he paused and let the spike of arousal pass before he continued to slide into you. When at least less than half of his cock was inside you, he would pull out and repeat the process again. Gentle, careful, methodical, in spite of his growing impatience. With slow and shallow thrusts, he was eventually met with little resistance.

You were doing so well, opening up for him while continuing to suck him back into your warmth. Quiet praises mixed with moans escaped from him. He moved to brush the messy strands of hair out of your face to gaze at your expression. Could you come just from this? Was there a chance of you both being able to come together like this?

You stirred at the touch, his hand moved to your cheek and he let his thumb rest on your bottom lip—

Your eyes fluttered open and you blinked up at him. "Huh... Simeon...?"

Drawn out of his languor, he yanked his hand away as if burned. "Ah...this...this isn't what it looks like—" His sentences were fragmented. Scattered. Disjointed.

You moved to sit up before you froze, slowly becoming aware of the sensation beneath your hips. "W-what's...happeni—" Your words cut off with a gasp. You tightened even more around his cock. His fingers dug into your waist, leaving marks.

Try as he might, he couldn't respond. His eyes squeezed shut at the sudden overwhelming tightness that engulfed him. He couldn't stop from sinking deeper into you.

You pushed at his shoulder, limbs still heavy with sleep. "Wait...s-stop...!" Your breathing hitched for a second time. "Simeon...please stop—" Your words tapered off into a pained whine as his dick brushed against your inner walls. Your hand clutched at his wrist, nails digging into his skin.

Lethargy still clung to you. The gesture didn't hurt a single bit, only leaving faint crescent-shaped imprints.

The desperate note in your words brought him to meet your gaze. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes. His hand came up to brush them away before pushing you back down against the sofa. He briefly pulled out of you, he was close—so close to coming. "I'm sorry, please bear with me..." His lips brushed against the pulse point of your inner wrist in an apologetic gesture.

Your eyes widened in realization and you shook your head. "N-no, it won't fit, it won't fit—" You squirmed in his hold. "Please don't, please—I promise I won't tell anyone about this..." Your voice grew thick, more tears streamed down your cheeks.

Your pleas fell on deaf ears as his hand slid down your waist to hook against the back of your knee, curling your leg around his waist. The tip of his dick rubbed against your hole, making you reflexively twitch at the sensation.

He leaned closer to you, pressing his forehead against yours. "It'll feel good, I promise," he reassured you gently before lacing your fingers together with his.

confession: as I was writing the fuckening part... unholy suddenly came on. is it a coincidence or--

#obey me simeon #tw drugging #tw noncon #tw somnophilia #obey me smut #dead dove do not read #dellet-writings #ito ang pangmanifest ko para umuwi siya sakin #ISTG IF HE APPEARS IN THE NEXT NIGHTMARE #Or if this doesnt work.... expect a pegging fic #mdni

438 notes · View notes

melon-cream-enmu · 1 year

Text

Was going through my hidden folder and I just…

Cw hookups, non consensual phone call during consensual sex, enmu jacks off to the phone call, both you and enmu are freaks but neither of you know until the end, consensual sex initiated at school. Above photo us a girl but I’m pretty sure I left this free of any gendered terms

Being in love with your friend and classmate Enmu Tamio, being so disgustingly obsessed with him that thinkin about him with your hands down your pants isn’t enough for you. Toys aren’t enough, humping your pillow isn’t enough, riding your stuffed animals isn’t enough, nothing is enough anymore. Even when you watch videos you’ve taken of him and you, and listen to the audio files you get when you turn on your phone recorder without him knowing. You need him inside you.

But he’s so kind and sweet and…normal. You’ll ruin your friendship if he ever finds out, so you have to get off some other way.

So you start letting men use you, fuck you full of load after load shot into condoms now tied off or oozing onto the sheets as you stare longingly at your phone. At pictures of him smiling at you, at videos of him talking with you, and the secret things you’ve taken without him knowing. You can successfully enough imagine it’s him pummeling your guts right now and you finally get to cum and feel that release every time.

You start seeing certain people regularly because it’s easier than finding someone new on the street to take to a hotel. They’re all fine with what you’re doing, they don’t care, they’re just here to get dick wet. But….maybe one of them…is gonna be ‘nice’ and extend that olive branch for you :3 they see you staring at a new message from this guy you like and, when he gets you close to cumming, your face falls into the pillow and you drop your phone as you squeal and writhe under them. They smirk as they drag your phone to the perfect spot and tap a few buttons and look at that, it’s dialing someone. Not that you know.

And he picks up on the first ring. Eager guy huh. Truth is, Tamio is just as obsessed with you as you are with him, scared to tell you and ruin what little access to you he has. At least as your friend he can easily get secret pictures of you, and take you places that give him an excuse to take your hand for a single moment to lead you one way or another, or even allows him steal the spoon off the table when you go to the bathroom at the cafe you wanted to try, to keep for later when he can tongue and suck at it, remember how your tongue caressed it as his hand jacks himself dry. So when he picks up with a call of your name, slightly murmured with sleep, wondering why you were calling so late, he’s stunned by what he hears.

A voice, obviously yours, sweet and squealing and whining, obviously in the thralls of pleasure, and the unmistakable sound of sex. He’s frozen, why would you do this to him? He’s sad, but he’s so hard. The man behind you yanks your head up by your hair and Enmu can feel his dick twitch as your sounds become clearer, and with a shaking hand he pushes down his underwear, laying completely naked in his bed and fists his already leaking cock. He keeps his phone close to his ear as your pretty, perfect sounds penetrate his brain, and he starts stroking himself in time with the wet slaps of some guy against your hips that are so loud.

The call just keeps going, he’s straining not to cum, squeezing his dick painfully tight to stop himself as he shakes. He’s not sure how much longer he can go, and though he’s sad that you’ve had someone else this whole time, he doesn’t want this to end. But your voice brings him out of his spiraling emotions, with a call of his name.

He gasps, tip spurting cum before he can compose himself, succeeding in edging himself for just a bit longer now. The guy he’s thought to be your boyfriend chimes in behind you. “So that’s this boy your always lookin at huh?” His heart skips a beat. And your voice responds. “Ahn! Y-Yes!” He hears the rustling of bed sheets as your voice grows louder and the man’s hips stop as he grunts while you cry out, finally hearing you cum. The man’s voice is right in the speaker now and Enmu’s blood runs cold. “You must be a lucky guy” the voice whispers before the call ends, and so does he, a loud, shuddered moan as he trembles, finally coming after so long, soaking his hand, thighs, sheets, even his abdomen. He sits there as he breathes heavy and stares with shaking hands at his screen and his dick. He looks at the call time…48 minutes…

He’s up all night, jerking off to the sounds of you still fresh in his mind. Meanwhile, you’re up all night crying in a panic. When you’d gotten home you’d looked at his contact and seen the recent call. You don’t know when the guy had called him, and you can’t remember how long it had gone. Tamio had to have heard you fucking some stranger, he probably thinks you were teasing him, taunting him like some sick girl who gets off on hurting boys like him. There’s no way he doesn’t hate you now. You cry yourself to sleep, and barely get any before you have to be up for school the next day.

You avoid him as best you can. You can’t face him, not now that you’ve ruined everything. You’re friends see that you’re uncharacteristically quiet, you’re eyes are puffy, you look tired. No one can get what’s wrong out of you, through the entire day they worry and watch as you keep to yourself and rush between classes. He catches glimpses of you during the day but can never get away to go after you, so he waits until the day is over and people are heading home. He sees you, walking almost sluggishly alone in a hallway and he’s not going home without seeing you.

You hear running behind you but don’t bother turning around but as it gets louder the person grabs your wrist and yanks you with them. You recognize that hair and panic, while he keeps running with and into an empty classroom, haphazardly closing the door. “No no please I’m sorry, I didn’t know he called you please I didn’t mean to-“ as you back away and to the wall he grabs your shoulders and kisses you. It’s sudden, uncoordinated, and you trip over your own shoes, falling back onto your ass and taking him with you. Your lips parts for just a moment and his tongue feels for yours. Your hands tremble as you grip his lapels and you can feel that he’s shaking. You’re overwhelmed and your eyes begin to water, moving your head down and away from him.

“Tamio-kun I’m sorry I didn’t-”

“What were you doing?” You can’t look at him. “I…was seeing someone…” your eyes widen at what he says next.

“Why did I hear you say my name?” You sit stunned before you bury your face in your hands and try not to sob. You’ve ruined it, you’ve ruined everything. “Why did he say you were looking at me?” The urge to just wrench your hands away from your face and kiss you again is strong, but he can’t ruin this.

You can’t run, you have to tell him. “B-Because I do, I do this all the time a-and every time I look at my phone and imagine it’s you! I have ph-photos and videos of you that I use, and I’m sorry…I understand if you hate me, an never wanna see me again…” He sits there, he can’t believe it. This whole time, you’ve been doing what he does to you. He thinks about what to do next, what won’t scare you off.

“…Show me” He whispers. Your eyes are dripping with tears as you look up at him. He can see that your terrified and it hurts how good it looks on you. His hand ghosts over your shin, moving to just barely lay atop your knee and let his thumb stroke your skin. Your hand searches around on the floor for where you’d dropped your phone, unlocking it and staring at it scared before you opened that folder, and slowly turned it to him. He took it and scrolled, watching as hundreds of photos and videos of his, some you took with him and some he hadn��t known you’d taken. He looks back at you as you stare up at him, chin tucked to your chest as if you’re trying to shrink away from him.

He contemplates if he should do it, but he reaches for his phone before he could think too much about it. You think he’s going to tell people, or humiliate you online, or even call the police, but he scrolls and taps before giving you his own phone. You’re confused and he can tell, but you look at it anyway. Your eyes widen. It’s almost a mirror image of yours, instead full of pictures and videos of you, some you’d taken together or had sent him, some you’d never seen him take. It just keeps going, and eventually something ‘awful’ appears.

It’s a panty shot, followed by several others, transferred from the camera he always carries around. You should be disgusted but all you feel is warm. Your eyes leave his phone and return to him and see a look on his face you’ve never seen. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes are heavy lidded and his bottom lip is bitten between his teeth as he smiles at you, hand balled up near his chin. “You…” “Have pictures like you do? Of course I do.” He slowly moves forward, between your parted knees.

“And I do exactly what you do with them…” Your breath catches in your throat. “I look at them, and I let my mind wander,” his nose nudges yours just barely, “and I touch myself when I think about you.” His voice is no louder than a whisper yet it sounds so loud to your ears. His thighs now rest underneath yours and his arms creep behind you, one hand planted on the floor, the other resting on the plush weight of your waist. You can’t look away from him, your own hands slowly moving to his lapels and up to his shoulders. “And now that I know that you’re the same…I’m not going to hold back anymore.”

His lips are warm but you don’t have much time to think about it as you let your mouth open when his tongue runs along your bottom lip. It’s less of a kiss than it is trying to swap spit, but you don’t care. You let him feel every part of your mouth he can reach, and he lets you sloppily suck his tongue. His hand holds you steady as he gives in to his thoughts and presses his hips to yours. You can feel him, his dick, how hard he is. You whimper, you want him and you don’t want to wait. But you stop as you hear voices coming down the hall, pulling away from each other to scramble to stand.

You stand there silently, waiting for the other students to pass, though your eyes can’t help but drift down to the tent in Enmu’s pants. When you’re sure they’re gone you step outside the room and turn to him, murmuring unsurely. “Can we…go somewhere?” He looks at you before giggling. “You didn’t actually think I was going to let you just go straight home, did you?” He takes your hand again, like he had earlier.

“I need to enjoy you completely now that I can~”

#cream slayer #enmu #enmu smut #enmu x you #demon slayer enmu #kny enmu #cream filled #enmu x reader #enmu x y/n #I like the scenario in my head better than I like it typed out but #but I made sure to finish it since I gave a sneak peek so #here it is orz #cream writes

50 notes · View notes

itjazzbicch · 10 months

Text

Same Old, New Love

Pairing: Byakuya Kuchiki x Fem Reader

First time writing for Byakuya, so I hope I did well!

Summary: After years of marriage, the read finally decides to open up to Byakuya about trying a new style in the bedroom...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) (Rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slight hair pulling, slight swearing)

Word Count: 0.9k

"What do you mean, dear?"

After being married to Byakuya for so long, I was still nervous about the idea I had in mind that was concerned with our sex life.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is, maybe this time we can try something new?" I thought that I chose a bad time to ask this question, as he was already on top of me, ready to go about his usual ways.

"Something new?"

"Yeah," I answered shyly, cheeks filling with an anxious warmth, recommending as an attempt to take this somewhere, "I was thinking of being a bit rougher than we normally are, that's all."

"Rougher, hm?" He hummed, thinking for a moment before guiding my hips clockwise, "Are you okay with this position?"

"I like how you're thinking right now," I gladly fixed my posture, now on my knees in doggy style, his whisper flowing into my ear, giving me goosebumps all over:

"Are you sure you can handle it if I give it to you rough?"

"I'm sure, Byakuya," I whispered looking back, arms stretching out to grip the sheets, jaw locking with a loud whine as he pushed his cock into me, hips smacking off my ass.

"Tell me," The softness of his hand running up my back against all my goosebumps made the tingle in my body intensify, pulling my head up by my hair a little, keeping a slow pace but slamming his hips into me, tip nudging my cervix, "Do you like it like this?"

"Y-Yes!" The moans jumping from my throat made it hard to respond as he sent another thrust, practically begging when I asked, "Just a little faster?"

Letting go of my hair and finding my hips, he pulled them up a bit higher, walls instantly squeezing his cock harder the moment he rolled his hips quicker, keeping the same amount of strength behind them, having me cry out:

"Byakuya!"

"Want me to stop?" His grip on my thighs was the one thing keeping me up considering my legs started to shake almost violently, there was a slight pain in my back when I raised my hips higher for him, head buried into the mattress as I shook my head:

"No! I'm r-really close, love!"

Another squeeze of my walls had him groaning, but nodding and obliging, driving me closer, sharing the moan that came out of me as my head shot up, panting and shaking at the overwhelming tensity I felt all over.

"Damn," He breathed in, slowing down and watching all the slick that squelched over his cock and thighs.

Stopping suddenly made me concerned, looking back at him and before I could speak, he grabbed me by the wrists, pulling me up against his chest, holding me while throwing his hips up into me, cock nearly splitting me in two.

"You can cum for me again, can't you, dear?"

"Mhm!" Every noise I tried to make got caught in my throat, the speed and friction not phasing him, moving effortlessly and his cock hitting each sensitive nerve in me.

He was trying to get me to that place again even quicker this time, one hand squeezing and teasing my breasts, lips leaving kisses along my neck, two fingertips at my clit, working into tempo with his hips.

My hands found his forearms, clinging and trying so hard to maintain the same posture, the shakes coming back more vicious than before, body steaming in heat and feeling as if I were going to snap in two.

"Just one more time," He knew I wasn't going to last much longer like this, the fingers on my clit rubbing even quicker as he felt my walls growing tighter again, fighting his noises as he was close to his own high, the tone of his deepening voice help unravel me, "Cum for me again, love."

An arm wrapping around my hip gave no space for him to pull out some, only drilling into me and earning more filthy moans, nails grazing his skin as I clung harder to him, all the noises stuck in my chest practically ripping out of my throat:

"C-Cuming! I'm cuming! Hold me tighter, Byakuya!"

He did just that, resting his head on my shoulder as mine fell back against his, getting the same squelch almost exactly as before, groaning louder than I ever heard with an agonizingly slow thrust, barely able to move properly from the death grip I had around him.

All I could focus on was the heat I felt from him, how hard his cock was twitching between the friction he caused, strings of his steaming seed shooting into me, hearing his hard pants in my ear, words getting caught on a ragged breath a little:

"I wasn't too rough, was I?"

"You were fucking incredible," I breathed out hollowly, my swearing showing my seriousness as I wasn't one to swear often, going to sit up just to collapse against our bed, "Absolutely incredible, Byakuya."

"I'm glad," The shakiness in his hands showed that he was going through his own wave of intensity, but still sweet enough to rub my back and hips softly, pulling out and knowing I'd surely feel it, my slight whine showing that.

Everything from my hips down ached, but never felt so good, feeling him ooze out of me, his eyes fixed on the sight while his hands continued to try and help my tense muscles relax, leaving a smile on my face as he leaned over to kiss my cheek:

"You lay and relax while I go start us a shower."

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome

#bleach #bleach x reader #bleach x y/n #bleach imagine #bleach fic #bleach fanfic #bleach fanfiction #bleach smut #bleach oneshot #byakuya kuchiki #byakuya kuchiki x reader #byakuya kuchiki x y/n #byakuya kuchiki imagine #byakuya kuchiki fic #byakuya kuchiki fanfic #byakuya kuchiki fanfiction #byakuya kuchiki smut #byakuya kuchiki oneshot #read and enjoy

37 notes · View notes

olivia-anderson-fanfic · 4 months

Text

Game over, you lose!

Que sera, sera

(Bound, but the string wins.)

Marinette was a normal girl with a normal life.

Two bakers for parents, a job that she had followed them into instead of going to college. A coworker that was also her best friend. A ‘mild’ coffee addiction that had become so expensive that her parents had added coffee to the menu so they could use it as a business expense. Really, there were a million other girls like her in Paris.

Well, other than the fact that she had a soulmate.

She hadn’t found them yet, even at the ripe age of twenty-five, but she was willing to wait. Her parents were soulmates, and they were so happy that she knew it could only ever be worth it.

But, for now, she must wait.

Do her job, like the normal girl with a normal life that she was.

Like now. She stood behind the counter, giving the American tourists their weirdly early lunches. At least she was almost done with their lunch rush. Just a few customers more before she could switch with Adrien and let some of her frustration with rude customers out on some dough.

“Alright, I’m at the front, I need to order,” the last man in line said. “I’m just going to stick you into my pocket. Hold for a minute?”

Marinette’s eyes caught on the man’s when he shoved his phone into the breast pocket of his business suit, and for a moment she swore she knew him. She swore that he knew her. Because there was something there, a moment where they scrutinized each others’ faces, in that way you only do when you recognize someone but can’t quite place who they are or where you’d met. But how could they have met before? He was American, she was French. So, she looked away, down at the cash register.

“Can I take your order, sir?” she asked, putting a little bit of an extra accent into her English. She found that it often pleased Americans to have a sense of ‘authenticity’, and was happy for the extra tips.

She felt his gaze linger for just a moment longer before he looked away as well.

“Well, according to a random old guy on the street, this is the place to come for croissants and coffee,” he said, and she was surprised to find that he spoke perfect French. “So, I guess I have to try those.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You take the advice of random people on the street?”

He shrugged, a small smile on his face. “He was very convincing. And it’s not like I would know any better than the locals.”

“Mmm. Maybe I should send Adrien out to try and nab tourists, then,” she said, her eyes gleaming with mirth as she set his order on the counter. “Thanks for the business idea.”

He swiped his credit card without even waiting for her to tell him the price.

“It’s what I do,” he said, lifting the cup to his lips.

Her eyes widened, and she reached a hand out even if she knew she couldn’t reach him in time, trying to warn him that the coffee was still hot.

But she was too late, and the man was burned.

And so was she.

He gave a small hiss of pain. She mumbled a curse, her hand flying up to her mouth as something bitter and way too hot curled itself over her tongue.

Neither of them cared that much, though.

Because their eyes locked once again, and suddenly the familiarity from earlier made so much more sense. Of course they had felt that they had known each other despite never having met, they were soulmates. People always talked about how eyes were the windows to the soul, and theirs must have recognized each other.

Marinette slowly reached down and pinched herself.

She was awake. And, from the man’s slight wince, so was he.

Slowly, he lifted his phone back to his ear. “Actually… I think I’ll call you back.”

He set his phone down on the counter, and sent her a tiny, if awkward smile. “You know, when this day came, I always thought I’d be… smoother.”

She giggled. “If it makes you feel better, I had a whole speech prepared.”

“If you want to tell me when your break is, I’d love to hear it…” His eyes flicked down to her nametag. “Marinette.”

Her heart skipped a beat.

“Well…”

“Tim,” he offered.

“Well, Tim, I get off in about two hours, if you want to go get lunch with me. Though I’m not sure either of us will be able to taste it now that you’ve gone and burned us.”

He laughed, and she wanted nothing more than to make him laugh like that for the rest of time. Wanted to bottle the bright look in his eyes and the faint blush dusting his cheeks.

He leaned forward, his chin coming to rest in his hands, a smile on his face.

And, for just a moment, the world around her changed. It was still Tim, but he was younger now, probably just out of high school. It was still Tim, but now there was a mottled bruise forming on his jaw. It was still Tim, but his face is twisted with anger and there was very real hatred darkening his eyes.

But she blinked, and it was gone.

He smiled at her still, and she returned it, however hesitantly. She had never met Tim before, so her mind must have conjured up the image as a form of self-sabotage. Or something like that. She wasn’t exactly all that well-versed in psychology.

She didn’t have to be to know that the look on his face at that moment was nothing but kind and, possibly one day, loving.

“It’s a date, then.”

“Sounds like it is.”

#maribat #timari #timinette #timmari #shutterbug #its actually surprisingly fluffy for one of my bad ends #like most of the psychological horror is just implied #you can almost ignore it #like marinette and tim do :)#marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #red robin #tim drake

14 notes · View notes

magnuficent76 · 1 year

Text

Summary: Wanted to write, so I did! Lockett and Marsi have gotten horribly lost once again ! Woop woop.

Characters used: Lockett (Luis); Marsi (Marshmallow); Some new friends…

Words: 4k 915 words !!

Warnings: (Almost) freezing to death, light mentions of blood.

Author notes: Whenever something is in brackets [like this], it's because the character is speaking a different language ! Keep that in mind for when you read through this bc it pops up a bit :3 there's also a dictionary at the very end of any words used that don't actually mean anything in english. Story under cut !

Sequel to this

________________________________________

Once upon a day, there were two small titans walking across the tundra.

The two had been travelling for a very long time. The older brother, Lockett, walked in the front, guiding the smaller one through snow diligently. It had been frigid for days, and food was almost done with. They were both hungry, but neither could bring themselves to actually eat, should the threat of not being able to in an important moment ever rise.

Marsi squeezed his sibling's hand tightly as the wind swept across his face. On the tip of his ears and underneath his nose small icicles began forming. Lockett could feel him shaking, to the point where it was starting to drag down the woollen coat he wore. He stopped in his tracks, crouching down to be at eye level with him.

"How are you feeling? Is the cold too much?" Lockett asked, pulling the large coat back on Marsi's little form. "I could give you my coat if it helps." The small titan sniffled, shaking his head vigorously.

"I don't want you to be cold too. I can-" Before he could finish, a sneeze escaped through his nose. The shaking seemed to intensify as well. "I can tough it out,"

Lockett checked his temperature, and the corners of his mouth tugged into a frown. It was hard to tell if he was sick, but regardless, he was most definitely cold. Another thing to worry about once they find a village. Without another word, he scooped Marsi into his coat, cradling him so he wouldn't fall through. He still wiggled, in weak attempts to get away.

"No!" Marsi protested, "I'm fine!- I don't need you to carry me-"

"Marsi." He said, in a sterner voice than he normally used. "You're cold, and your feet aren't protected enough, you could get frostbite here. I don't get cold, so I can manage us both, okay?"

After a moment of silence, the smaller one sniffled again, and arranged himself against the crook of his brother's neck. "Okay…"

Back to walking.

The added weight of his brother made it harder to navigate through the many layers of snow beneath his paws, but he pressed on regardless. Scanning the fields around him, Lockett tried to pinpoint any possible points of interest they could go to. As far as his vision allowed, it seemed that there was only snowfall for at least two more hours of walking, a grove of thin, dead trees up the north, maybe a frozen river if they were to wander further, and no sign of life outside of the two. A sigh left his lips, and he decided their best bet would be to continue walking east. The forest would be dangerous in their current condition, and civilization seemed like a scarce option seeing where searching for that has landed the two of them so far. The possibility of a river meant they could fish for food, gather up water and rest for a day, even if it'd take longer than the latter option.

Unbeknownst to both brothers, a creature did stalk them through the white blankets of the tundra.

Black, beady eyes poked through the frozen ground, reflecting minimal light off its surface. It watched the two boys with interest, following them slowly, soundlessly, readying itself to strike when the time came. Smelling the air, the creature chuffed at the scent in their tracks, their unaware exhibition to a hungry predator.

The massive tomarath crept up behind them, not daring to strike just yet. The bear-like creature waited for an opportunity, clacking its jaws together at the prospect of food.

Lockett's eyes widened, and he froze. His ears twitched around hastily, listening to the crunching of snow not too far behind, and a familiar, dangerous clack that could only be described as teeth clattering against each other. He held his brother closer, and turned around, scanning the ground for the carpetine beast.

A silence filled the air. Between the falling flakes of frost and the creature's camouflage, chances of escaping this situation fully were highly scarce.

"Marsi," He whispered, putting a hand on his sword's grip. His breath was suddenly hitched, and his eyes were unable to stay in one place as he anxiously tried to locate the tomarath. "Marsi, I'm gonna put you on the ground, and you're going to have to run, fast as you can, okay?"

"What's going on-?" Marsi replied, fear creeping in his voice. His ears were flat against his head, and he turned around quickly as a particularly large snow mound crept closer and closer still. "Lockett-?!"

"RUN!" Lockett yelled, dropping him to the ground and swinging at the creature.

The tomarath shrieked, and stopped its lunge as the sword almost hit its head. It growled, keeping itself to the ground as it surrounded the titan with its long body. Marsi ran as fast as his legs could bear to take him, a small fiery trail following along as a result. His roughened breathing caused smoke to form in front of his face, making it hard to see much, but by the time he stopped, he was already miles away. He hid underneath a snow mound, and waited, shivering for a very long time, both out of fear and out of cold.

Lockett observed the beast's movements, keeping eye contact all the way as he extended his sword forward to keep it out of his personal zone. This tomarath had seen better days— shaggy white hairs followed its body down to the back legs, with several patches seemingly having been scratched out, scarred even. Arrows were plunged into its left front leg, leaving it walking with a limp. It must've run into people before, which must mean there's hunters of some kind nearby. Shelter.

His thoughts were interrupted as the beast lunged forward again, claws exposed and ready to tear. He dodged by inches, having some of his jacket's sleeve cut. Underneath, a sliver of sapphire blue blood slithered down his arm. He picked himself up, and countered with a hefty blow to the creature's head, managing to crack one of its massive fangs. It reeled itself back, stunned by the sudden pain.

"YEAH, HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT, KITHAR? YOU SCARED?" He spat out, raising his arms above his head to make himself even larger. The beast must've taken illy to that, because right after, it lunged again, trying to smack his sword out of his hands. Lockett refused to give in, rolling to the side and hitting them with a solid slash, drawing some blood off the creature. It growled, swiping furiously at his legs and clattering its teeth in warning. 'You are making a mistake', it must think, 'You are nothing compared to me'. Lockett runs around it, then throws a heavy rock at its head.

"COME ON THEN, DOG! SHOW ME WHAT YOU'RE MADE OF!"

The tomarath roared agonisingly loud before jumping on Lockett once more, this time leaving little windows for defence. It loomed over him, growling as its drool fell down its mouth, ready to take a large bite out of his face as he struggled to get his arm out of the crushing grip it had over it.

Breathing heavily, Lockett used his free arm to repeatedly smack its face, trying to hit its eyes to no avail. It clenched its jaws onto his shoulder, thrashing its head around to rip a piece of it off, and it made him scream out in desperation- A shrill, piercing cry echoed through the tundra. Through a scream and pulsating adrenaline, Lockett broke the tomarath's bottom jaw wide with one concentrated punch, making it get off him scrambling with moans of pain. He followed it, barely being able to lift the dull sword over his head and onto the creature's body twice more. It wasn't enough to kill it, but it retreated at last, running off to the distance with an even greater limp than before.

"YEAH, AND DON'T COME BACK! I'LL RIP YOUR DAMNED TEETH OFF ONE BY ONE YOU OVERSIZED EXCUSE FOR A COAT!" Lockett yelled victorious and out of breath, partly for his own comfort and partly to really show it to the thing who was in charge. 'This isn't over' it called out, a mouth full of blood, 'I am going to find you again. And this time, there won't be a thing you can do'. He chose to ignore it.

Promptly after, he placed a weak hand over the mauled shoulder. Blood flowed to his clothes, down to the floor. He let himself plummet face first into the snow after a few seconds, turning the white covered snow a pungent blue. He was breathing still, thankfully, but he couldn't tell for how much longer.

Out of the wound, once that deep indigo colour stopped spilling, a black substance started blocking in the wound. Lockett winced, but didn't move, feeling the dark sludge clump up over the injury. It felt like cement being poured over a building's cracks, patching up the hurt but not erasing it. In a matter of minutes, it had reconstructed the wrecked shoulder, leaving in the pain regardless. He stood up slowly, his head still spinning due to all that happened.

Right. That's treated then. Now, to find Marsi- He can't be too far. He thought, starting his stride to find his little brother. I'm coming for you, please, please just hold on a little longer.

Meanwhile, Marsi's little life was burning out, like a candle by a window. He had been waiting for a while, unsure of whether or not danger had already dissipated, and cold as he could be. Any attempts of a fire he attempted to start quickly were extinguished, and running on an empty stomach just meant he hadn't much more energy to rely on.

'You could close your eyes', whispered the cold, temptingly, 'just for a moment, just to rest. Don't you feel tired?'

"No…No I can't, I'm tired, but I need to wait for my brother. We'll sleep safer together," The tiny titan muttered, curling up on himself. "He's coming to get me, I know it."

The winds blew harder, threatening to collapse the very trees that he was using for shelter. 'There is no bargaining with nature, boy' said the cold, 'You're coming with us'. Snow began to fall more still, and it began covering the hole he hid himself in.

"No! I'm not going anywhere! My brother is coming for me!" Marsi said, shoving the snow out of the hole's entrance in a futile attempt to keep it out. He couldn't feel his fingertips anymore, and he kept sneezing every few seconds. His throat felt dry, his stomach felt frigid. The inside of his body no longer held the warmth it was supposed to.

"He's coming for me, I know he is…" He held on tighter to his coat, curling into a little ball on the very deepest part of his improvised home.

Until,

'Marsi?' A voice called from far away.

"Lockett-?"

'Marsi, I'm right here for you, come out,' It said.

"Is it really you-? Brother?"

'Who else would it be, mosi? It's me, it's your brother' it kept insisting, 'Come out, I'll lead you back to warmth. Don't you trust me?'

Marsi hesitated, but just hearing that voice seemed to almost put him at ease. He felt the warmth returning, welcoming him back to normalcy. As he crawled out, he almost didn't notice how the frost fell harder on his body.

"I'm coming, Lockett! It's me! It's Marsi!" He shouted out, walking out into the vast whiteness.

'I'm here, Marsi. I'm right in front of you. Come give me a hug.' It whispered, coming from everywhere all at once.

Marsi started coughing, and his vision blurred almost completely. His feet became numb, and he fell on his side.

"Lou…" He whimpered, clutching his sides "… I'm so cold… where…"

'Shhh, shhhhh… hush now, dear brother. You're going to be okay. You won't even notice it…'

"Lou… I wanna go home."

'We're going home, okay? Together.'

"Together…"

Before he could even notice, the snowdrift had covered him completely, like a blanket of light, and he fell asleep.

Please, please be okay out there. Lockett thought, running around aimlessly looking for the little one. I can't lose you too. How far did he go? Where was he? Was he hidden? Was he well?

"MARSI!" He shouted out, as loud as his lungs allowed it, "MARSI! ARE YOU OKAY? WHERE ARE YOU? CAN YOU HEAR ME?"

Far away from there, a group of explorers came across an almost frozen body.

"MARSI, IT'S ME, LOCKETT!" He kept shouting, searching even with soulsight to try and find his brother. The extended use made his nose start bleeding. "Where… Where did you go-?" He asked no one, looking around for longer still. Running around for what felt like hours through identical tree husks, the same snow covered fields, the same vast emptiness. "Please, Marsi, where are you?"

"[Is he aasyran?]" One of them says, uncovering his small frame out of the snow.

"[Not sure, but I don't think so.]" Says the other, wrapping him around their scarf.

"Hngg, spirits…" Lockett muttered, feeling the exhaustion set in on his body after finding a rock particularly comfortable, "I can't- No, no, I need to find- MARSI! CAN YOU HEAR ME?" He wasn't sure who he was screaming to anymore. His vision was hazy, all the light was confusing, it just kept getting worse.

"Marsi… anyone…"

He fell to his knees, barely being able to make out two figures not two far away.

"Please…where…"

They seemed to get closer, shining weapons drawn to his face. He couldn't make out what they were, what they were saying. At this point, it was easier not to do anything at all. He fought as much as he could. Maybe a quick death would be easier to deal with here…

"[Another one?]"

"[Are these two related-?]"

"[We'll need to make room, right? They're not in any condition here.]"

Yeah. Just a little nap through the years.

Floating through the darkness, Lockett could barely make out the shape of his hands. They were swirling, half formed, as if he was looking at them through water. Just a white outline of his body, distorted and wrong. His limbs felt numb, but not in the sense that he couldn't feel them no—it was more like he was being pricked with thousands of needles, as if his whole body had fallen asleep, but he was still awake. It was also weirdly warm.

There was a sound–multiple? He couldn't tell at this point– of someone, something calling his name. Colours were muddled together messily, spiralling, with no rhyme or reason. Then, it all became strikingly clear, horribly so.

A conjunction of reds and browns, greys and black filled the sky. Soldiers were dying, the earth was scorched, and he was unable to move. Why? Why now must he remember? Blood left his heart at an alarming rate, and things seemed to blip in and out constantly. There were screams, and smoke, and- Oh god, oh gods all his family was dead. His parents, his friends, his spouse, it was all gone, all because of-

Lockett!

LOCKETT!

LOCKETT.

Lockett woke up in a cold sweat, ripping the blankets off of him and throwing them to the furthest side of the room, hugging himself tightly in an attempt to calm down. It was a dream, he thought, a mere terror, it already happened and there's nothing to be done about it. Breathe. Breathe…

Feeling the anxiety dissipate, the titan took a deep breath, and finally grounded himself. It's all okay.

Now, with that out of the way.

Just where is he now?

He took a look around the room he was currently in- Great, kidnapped TWICE in the same month. New record.

Except, this time it didn't feel like he was imprisoned. No- This wasn't a cell of any kind. He was provided with a bed, a blanket, and warmth, he wasn't even chained this time. Upon further inspection, the room was also clearly designed for some kind of child, with colourful posters on the wall and toys tucked away on a corner.

Either this was the worst kidnapper of all time, or he wasn't kidnapped at all, and this is actually someone giving him shelter.

And for some reason, that's even more suspicious.

Lockett got out of bed slowly, making sure to leave it made as well in case this new captor isn't fond of messes. He looked around the room more carefully, analysing the posters on the wall and the many decorations— It was neat, but with some hastily done cleaning on certain spots. The wardrobe was used, with the paint used to cover it being scratched and peeling off on the corners and bases. One of the handles was also missing, which can only be because someone was way too rough while opening it. There were constellations and flowers drawn on the ceiling, on some of the walls, and even engraved in the furniture. The toys all seemed to be in well taken care of condition, assembled on shelves and inside the box in a particular order. All things considered, now a bad bedroom at all, being clearly meant to be used by a child, but why was he specifically here?

That question would have to wait. His bag was kept inside the wardrobe, but his sword was missing. Shit. Well, I guess that if anyone tries to mess with him now, they'll just have to talk to his fists then.

Lockett approached the door, uncertain if it would be open at all, or if he should even attempt to leave. On one hand, his brother was out there somewhere by himself, he couldn't be wasting time pleasing the same people who kidnapped him, but on the other hand, perhaps it'd be possible to negotiate an agreement with these guys? There wasn't much time to weigh out the pros and cons, Marsi needed him fast. He ultimately decided to just leave. After all, if he happened to stumble on his kidnappers, they could probably talk it out or something.

With a deep breath, he turned the doorknob, and…

It opened effortlessly.

Huh.

That was easy.

Too easy. Something is going on.

Putting his guard up before he left, he tried getting a bearing to what kind of house he was stuck in. Seemed like it was a residence of some kind–big family, with several rooms for each member. The problem with that theory, however, is the fact they were all labelled with signs he didn't understand, likely numbers. Maybe a hospital? And this was also the second floor.

He slowly descended the staircase, holding onto the railing with both hands for security's sake, and being as quiet as the creaky steps underneath his feet allowed him to be.

The first floor seemed to be much of the same thing, save for more open space. There were bookshelves near the walls, more posters, several chairs, and propped up weapons. What were those for? He didn't want to find out. Walking through the room, it seemed to be a living space of some kind- some kind of waiting place? For what? Maybe this really was a hospital. It made him slightly more relieved, but it was still unnerving enough to make him want to take one of the daggers off the wall.

"Marsi? Are you here?" He called out, not too loudly, as to not alert anyone else in the vicinity. "It's me, Lockett-"

Lockett walked around for a little longer, until his ears suddenly perked up with the sound of indistinct talking. Not in a language he recognized, but it wasn't in a tone of voice meant to be threatening, either. He followed the noise, eventually ending up in what seemed to be the actual proper healer's den of this space, and crouched behind some of the beds when he saw the man who was speaking.

He was very large, like an adult titan, with long blond hair trapped up in a large bundle on top of his scalp, but bone-white horns adorning the sides of his head instead of what he was used to. He seemed to wear some kind of white cloak, with pink accents decorating the sides and bottom of it. His tail was swishing peacefully from side to side as he talked to a patient- a child? It was hard to tell, his body covered them entirely.

"[There we go, little one,]" He spoke again, in a low, gentle voice. If it wasn't for the fact Lockett didn't understand a word of what he was saying, it might've even been soothing to hear. "[That should cover your injuries. Are you still feeling cold? We could get you closer to the fireplace if you'd like!]"

"Thank you for the patches mister," Marsi-! "But uhm, I don't think I know what you're saying. My brother speaks a lot of languages, maybe you could talk to him instead!"

Hearing Marsi's voice again was a relief, but he seemed confused, was he in danger? Unlikely, but the healer man being so close was still setting off alarms in his head. Without thinking twice about it, Luis came out of his hiding spot and extended the knife forward-

"HEY, YOU!"

The man turned around, finally giving Lockett a glimpse of his face. He had a long, greying beard tied into one single braid, with his moustache hair having little ribbons on the ends of it, and glasses, as if he didn't look enough like a nerd. On his forehead, there were two more horns, significantly smaller than the ones on the back. This man must be aasyran. Lockett had met a handful back in the day, along with… eugh. Anyway,

"[Ah, you must be this little guy's brother! I'm happy to meet you. My name is Fehal'ri, what's yours?]" He spoke again, with a smile on his lips despite being threatened under knife point. This man was much larger than Lockett, so maybe he just wasn't intimidated enough… or maybe he didn't understand what he was saying either.

"Get away from my brother. Or I WILL hurt you." Lockett said warningly, approaching slowly and looking directly at Marsi. Either this guy gets the hint or he gets stabbed.

"[Hmm, you must not speak Aasyr…]" He muttered something, putting his hands up slightly and getting off the way to Marsi "[Very well. I see you look threatened, so I will allow you to converse with your brother first before we can make proper contact…please do not stab me.]"

Seeing as how the healer seemed to comply, Lockett slowly went around him, keeping eye contact locked all the way, and then grabbed Marsi, going to the other side of the room with him.

"[Oh, uhm-! I was expecting you to, ah, allow me to finish his medical check-up first-?]" The aasyran attempted to approach again, and Lockett promptly put a knife to his throat as a warning not to do so. ["Ah. Understood. My apologies. Carry on"]

He waited until he was comfortably out of zone, then pocketed the knife and gave Marsi a tight hug, almost squeezing his horns right out his skull.

"Marsi! You're okay- oh by the spirits you're okay, I'm so happy to see you… is everything alright? Did this guy hurt you? Were you okay out in the snow a little while ago?" Lockett asked in rapid succession, holding the smaller titan by the cheeks gently.

"Slow downnn!! I'm okay!" Marsi smiled, hugging his brother back "Everything is fine now. I uhm, froze a little bit back there, but this guy treated me! He's nice, don't worry. I don't understand a word of what he's saying though."

"Man, me neither. I'm just happy you're alright…" He held him tight, but guilt tugged away at his brain. He froze? How long was he out fighting that tomarath for? Was he cold? What happened? Is it because he was just too far? He shouldn't have let him go on his own, he should've-

"Lockett?"

He snapped out of it, looking down at his brother with a slight smile. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Was just… worried for you."

The aasyran man watched from the other side of the room, fascinated by their speech, trying to annotate anything he could understand in a little notebook. Lockett noticed, and, as he picked up Marsi to leave, he kept an eye on him.

"We're leaving now. Don't try to stop us. You will get hurt."

He didn't seem to understand, but after a moment, things seemed to click-

"[Wait! No! You can't leave yet, you're both very vulnerable, your brother is recovering from the glosel, you need to stay!]" He said, getting up suddenly and reaching out to them, which resulted in Lockett promptly slashing his fat fingers.

"[OW- Rude!]" He yelped, wiping the blood away before covering them with his other hand, which started glowing almost immediately upon making contact with the injury. "[Ugh- hold on-]" He says, reaching into one of the counters behind him to grab something. A weapon? Something to punish the two with? They're not sticking around to find out.

Lockett bolted it, holding onto Marsi as best he could as he went through the door and out into the living space. The way out must've been a corridor away, until all of the sudden-

"[Hold on now, little man!]" Some other person said from a distance, using magic to hold him in place. Panic set in, and Lockett held onto Marsi as tightly as he could. If they want to hurt his brother with their weird magic, they're going to have to go through him first.

"[Oh, thank Sol you caught him, Uri. I was really scared they were gonna get out.]" The man from before appeared, with some kind of cards underneath his arm. Oh gods, they're really gonna have a conversation now aren't they.

"[I was watchin' the whole thing happen, I figured two skittish lil' dudes like these were NOT gonna stick around for long with the way you were talking to them.]"

"[I was trying to be friendly! I thought it came through!]"

"[Hah, man it did not at all.]"

Lockett watched the two with confusion, eyebrows furrowing deeply as he tried to make sense of whatever the hell these people were talking about. Inside the magic bubble made the world outside look like deeper shades of pink, with the aasyrans outside looking like warped up versions of themselves, but it wasn't that uncomfortable, to give them credit. Just annoying.

"[Look, I speak a little bit of titanic, maybe they'll warm up better with me.] Ehem…" The second person cleared their throat, crouching down to meet the titan's gaze. "Halo, mi namers ise, U.R.I.E.L. was your?

Lockett had to really squint to understand what they were saying. It was a very… foreign accent, to say the least, and it was vaguely based on what sounded like Icia Comora, a common-grounds language that his village used to trade with others.

"Ah, finally, someone I understand. Well, I'll tell you my name, but you have to take me out of this shitty bubble first." He said, as slowly as he could so the other person didn't get confused. They nodded, and said something to the healer before actually bursting the bubble, which caused him to fall through to the floor.

"Okey, this good?"

"Mm, could be a lot better. What do you two want with us?"

"Ahh," They said, trying to come up with the right way to say what they wanted, "We ar not enem. We heal. Your brot, he urt"

"Okay." He paused for a second "What do you want with us though."

"Ah," They seemed confused, as if they already stated what he wanted to know. "Err, we help? We help heal your brot. You aso urt, we help"

"Okay- we're really not getting anywhere here. Look, awesome of you to have helped, but we don't need more healing."

"Ah! But! Where go nex? Your brot, stille stick?...sok- [ugh hell on earth, how do you say this-] sic! Calt out, very icky"

Lockett thought for a while. Marsi could definitely still be sick- His healing factor isn't nearly as strong as his, and it could be a few days until they can find more civilization. Staying here could definitely be beneficial, but what would be the terms?

"...What do you think Marsi, should we trust these guys?" He asked, unbothered with the person's need to understand him now. "It could be a while until we can stay someplace like this again."

"I think these guys are pretty nice… we can probably trust them, right? They did heal me"

"Hmmm… Alright. You guys win. We're staying. What are the conditions?"

The aasyran seemed… dumbfounded by that.

"Huh?"

"You know- What's the cost? What's the catch for us living here?"

"Oh-! No no no! No cost! You cood ! God? Gud. You gud. Stay long, til heal, key?"

"...Alright. Sure."

The person seemed ecstatic, shouting out to the other person about something. Both seemed okay with the two staying here for now, so maybe this wasn't such a bad thing…

Maybe it could be like this for a while. Just some quick downtime. Then it's back to the road… soon.

________________________________________

Dictionary:

Tomarath: A large arctic creature resembling that of a bear, with a longer body and fur, protruding fangs and claws.

Kithar: A shiifiice insult that basically means "cowardly" or "pathetic". Or it could just mean c☆nt. We'll never know :]

#my oc stuff #original art #magocs #solar years #original character #my art #my writing #writing #fantasy #artists on tumblr #oc: luis #oc: marsh #[these characters are them from the past !]#original writing #fantasy writing

21 notes · View notes

sesamestreep · 11 months

Note

Sam/Bucky, 29

29. It’s 2am and I’m cursing your name (from this prompt list) more gbbo AU shenanigans, as per usual. with permission from the bake off queen herself! Set pre-all stars season by a few years 🩷

“You know what, Buck? This is all your fault.”

Bucky lifts his gaze from the digital readout on the kitchen scale to look at Sam, who is doing a fairly impressive job of looking stern for someone who also has powdered sugar on the tip of his ear. He assumes Sam doesn’t know that last part, though, and he decides it’s funnier if he doesn’t tell him.

“I’m not saying you’re wrong,” Bucky says, tiredly, “just that you’re going to have to be more specific.”

Natasha makes an soft, amused snorting sound from Sam’s other side but doesn’t look away from the recipe she’s been staring at for the past ten minutes. She’s got her hair piled on her head and secured with an enormous claw clip and she’s making the sort of face she normally reserves for when she encounters one of the few languages she doesn’t speak a word of, but she is also tapping her foot and mumbling along to the B-52s song that is playing softly out of a bluetooth speaker (a concession to the fact that everyone else in the house is asleep and also that Sam regards baking in silence as a weird form of punishment), so she must not be in the worst mood.

“‘It’ll be fine, Sam,’” Sam says, in what Bucky guesses is probably supposed to be an impression of his voice. He’s pretty sure he doesn’t sound like Joe Pesci in real life, but he does try to avoid hearing recordings of himself talking, so it’s hard to be completely certain. “‘We’ll just bake our cakes for the wedding AFTER the rehearsal dinner!’”

“You said it was a good idea!”

“Yeah, that was one-month-ago-Sam! He didn’t have to get to the airport at 5 this morning! He’s not still up at 2 in the morning with your dumb ass, either!”

Natasha mutters something under her breath in Russian that Bucky refuses to acknowledge because he does not want to translate it for Sam.

Instead, he says, “Okay, yes, this is stressful now, but it’s all going to be worth it tomorrow—”

“Today,” Natasha interrupts.

“Not helping,” Bucky replies. “It will all be worth it when we surprise Steve and Peggy with everyone’s cakes at the wedding tomorrow.”

“Today,” both Natasha and Sam correct him, and none too gently either.

“Whatever,” Bucky grumbles. He takes a deep breath in through his nose and then releases it slowly. He tries adopting a sweeter tone with obvious effort. “Is there something I can help you with, Sam? Anything I can do to be of service? To atone for this terrible idea of mine?”

Sam looks suspicious at first—or maybe just aware that he’s being placated—but he also can’t seem to fully fight off the smile that eventually takes over his face. He shakes his head, still smiling, and says, “Just get me some more butter from the fridge, will you?”

“Yep. Absolutely. Wait, how much?” Without waiting for an answer, Bucky steps closer to peer at the recipe over Sam’s shoulder. The same shoulder that, naturally, collides with his own as Sam steps back to show him the recipe. This leaves them in a weird sort of prom picture pose as they look at the iPad together and Bucky doesn’t have to look at Natasha to know she’s smirking at them.

“Damn, is there enough butter in this thing, Sam?” he asks, just because he needs something to do besides think about how broad Sam’s shoulders are or how good he smells (even accounting for the fact that they all smell like sugar and vanilla right now).

“Fuck off, man,” Sam says, shoving him lightly. “I thought we were cool for a second there.”

The absolute last thing Bucky feels right now is cool, which is why it’s good that he’s about to stick his head in a fridge and look around for ingredients. It will give him time to calm down, and also avoid looking at Natasha for even longer.

“I’m just saying, I’d like Steve and Peggy to make it to their honeymoon without, like, any heart attacks or anything like that.”

“You’re back on my shit list now,” Sam replies, not even looking at him. “Natasha, remember this day!”

“Oh, I imagine I’ll have trouble forgetting it, Sam,” she says, coolly, as she moves to rinse some fruit in the sink.

Bucky does as he was told, then, with the attention off of him, and searches for more butter in the fridge, feeling both relieved that he and Sam are back to their usual bickering and oddly disappointed to be out of Sam’s good graces so quickly, even if it is mostly them joking around. One of these days, he vows, he’ll figure out how to feel normal about Sam Wilson. Just maybe not tonight.

#no comment except 👀#the gbbo au #bake off au #sam wilson #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #sambucky #firstelevens #mutuals admiration society #taylor swift song prompts #prompt fill #prompt fic #homelywenchsociety #that’s my writing tag! don’t worry about it!

13 notes · View notes

high-fidelity1 · 1 year

Text

Ceilings

Warnings: smut adjacent, day-dreaming

Summary: Sam x reader have grown up together but the reader hopes for more. Is it possible for the reader to finally get what she wants before Sam leaves town for good this time?

Word Count: 5k+

“You do know we’re going to have to find another place to sit and smoke when this dump finally opens to the public, right?” Sam asked. He quirked his eyebrow, tilting his head downwards trying to catch my eyes with his.

“Yeah, but we still have weeks before that happens. Pass the blunt,” I said, though I didn’t bother waiting on the courtesy of him handing it to me, taking it from him instead the moment the words left my lips. I pressed the tip of the filter tightly between my lips before sucking the soul of out the dwindling thing. He chuckled and tucked a wild piece of hair that fell out of the bun behind his ear.

It was fairly dark where we sat - our legs dangling from the second story beam on an under-construction building, the only real light coming from the yellowed streetlamp a block away. There were piles of brick or maybe it was limestone, sitting on the side, and a temporarily abandoned crane parked nearby just waiting for the morning to come around to be put to work once again.

The building had sat deteriorating for the better half of a decade before it was bought out in a biding war. The new owners started renovations not long after the paperwork had been notarized and yet none of these things ever stopped Sam and I from using this as our smoking spot. Soon enough, walls and first story ceilings had been put up, plaster was set to dry.

“You know, I kind of like sitting on the second story better,” he said.

“Not me,” I said, “I wish that stuff down there would dry faster.”

“Really?” He laughed. “But the view is so much better from here. Look, there’s our houses.” He extended his arm, pointing to a miniscule dot between the tree branches.

“No offense Sam, but I really don’t care about seeing our houses from a higher viewpoint than normal,” I laughed causing him to snatch the blunt from out of my hands once again.

“It’s not just that, you can see the stars better from here too,” A frown settled on his face.

I tilted my head back to peer through nonexistent roof, but instead of being met with the soft glow of the stars that I had been expecting, I got nothing but plush, grey storm clouds just waiting on sweet release.

“That would be great Sam, if we could actually see the stars,” I said.

“Shut up,” he rolled his eyes, giving me a slight push against my shoulder.

It started in middle school, I think. From the moment that the moving truck pulled into the driveway of the house a few doors down and the gangly-looking boy got out, I knew we were going to be instant friends. And, I was right. We road our bikes as far up the streets as our parents allowed, staying out until the echoes of our names were heard. It was Sam’s idea to sit on the porch of the run-down building, letting me catch up with him one summer night. The two of us out of breath sat for a while, eating snow cones, talking about the trouble and chaos his two older brothers seemed to live in at the time.

It was a tradition that continued until soon enough our time in high school came and snow cones turned into shakily rolled joints, and bikes turned into cars that barely started. But those weren’t the only things that changed. Sammy started dating almost right away. He bounced from girl to girl, dragging me behind them to every basement party some stoner held on an otherwise quiet Friday night. I dated too, occasionally, but nothing ever seemed right or seemed to last and I never understood why.

I didn’t notice it right away. Hell, it took me a lot longer than I’m willing to admit, even to myself, but there was one night – one night that Sam and I sat on that porch, the cool of the concrete scraping against my thighs. Danny was throwing the party, the last big party of our senior year.

I pulled my knees to touch my chest, “Where’s Gracie tonight?”

It was unusual to see him sitting so content. Not when there were plans or girls to attend to, not when his latest interest was in question. That night it was Gracie.

He shrugged his shoulders, “At home, I suppose.”

I hummed, focusing on pushing my cuticles back with my fingernail. “She didn’t want to go to the party tonight?” I asked.

“She’s going to meet us there,” he said nonchalantly.

It was here, when the glow of that damn streetlamp hit the crown of his head, haloing around him, that I realized - Sam wasn’t that gangly little boy I met so long ago.

“Sam?” I asked as softly as I could manage, as if I was scared, he’d actually hear me.

Those doe eyes met mine in acknowledgement, urging me to go on.

“Why didn’t you want to bring Gracie with us tonight?” I bit down on my tongue. The burden of hope pounded in my chest, aching for a specific answer.

His eyes softened, and for a split second, I thought there was a chance the answer I was searching for would be found. “This is our thing,” he gestured to the space around us, “It would be weird to bring someone else, even Danny. Besides, I’m not sure Gracie and I will last much longer.”

I turned my attention back to the tree in the distance, humming once again in response. I tried to fight back the disappointment stinging in my eyes, threatening to spill over. It was silly, anyways, to hold out the hope that your revelation of feelings for my best friend would suddenly awaken a movie-like romance.

I tried to bring it up once or twice throughout the years. Each time was met with my lack of confidence. But here I was, sitting next to Sam, the thick of our thighs brushing against each other, giving me goosebumps on this rather warm midwestern night. The words sitting on the tip of my tongue, the urge to place my hand on his thigh sitting on the tips of my fingers. But I stopped, telling myself once again that it wasn’t the right time or something dumb like that.

“Do you think the stars look down at us in the same wonder as we look at them?” I asked, desperate for something to take my mind off the flex of his jaw with every puff he took. I looked to the sky, straining my eyes to see even the brightest star.

Sam didn’t answer. His melodic laugh rang through the quiet, calling my attention quickly back to him. I could count the little lines on the sides of his eyes with each laugh he took, he was that easy to get lost in. It took a minute, but there had always been something so contagious about hearing him laugh, and soon enough I was joining in with him in disbelief over the cause.

“What?” I asked in a breathy chuckle. “What’s so funny?”

His laughter had quieted down, but the smile remained, and his eyes never left mine. I shifted on the beam under his stare.

“Nothing,” He said, “It’s just, that was kind of cute.”

It was as if my world stopped for a brief moment. Since that night of Danny’s party years ago I had tried to come up with the confidence to tell Sam that I was in love with him. Eventually the hope that he would just magically feel the same way and admit it first to relieve me from my misery disappeared entirely. I could feel the thumping in my throat of a hopeful heartbeat at Sam’s little confession – if you could call it a confession, that is.

I silently thanked the universe for providing such a dark night to cover the redness crawling up my cheeks. Maybe this was my opening, maybe if this was Sam’s way of testing the waters, I should meet him halfway.

If there had been an opportunity to do anything about my feelings, it was now more than ever. Who knows what would’ve happened if those first few raindrops hadn’t landed on the bridge of Sam’s nose? In utter disbelief, he looked up only to be hit again by the rain, only this time it hit him directly in the eye causing him to squint.

I let out a rather disappointed sigh, defeated in what was probably my last attempt to tell Sammy before he and his brothers left town in what seemed like it would be for good this time. The rain now coming down harder than before, leaving scattered dots along the soft of my shirt.

“We should go before it really starts coming down,” I half smiled.

“I guess you’re right, come on,” he said. I took his hand in mine as we both made our way to our feet, balancing on that steel beam.

It was amazing to see Sam effortlessly make his way down to the first floor. He scaled the side of the building where the brick was loose and poked out, jumping off a few feet from the bottom onto the sandy ground. He quickly tucked those wild strands of hair behind his ears and shook the thin flannel out from around his body. Sam looked up at me, beckoning me to come down and join him.

“Will you get down here already?” He shouted, his hands cupping each side of his mouth.

But I stilled. “I don’t know, Sam. It’s a long way down, what if I fall?” I spoke.

He smiled gingerly, “Take the risk.”

For a brief moment I stopped to consider my choices. Stay stuck up here, lonely, cold, and now considerably more wet than what I started with, or take the leap of faith and climb my way down to Sam.

Without giving me a second more, Sam shouted once again, “Besides, if you don’t get your ass down here soon, I’m leaving you to walk home.”

With arms held out on either side, I balance-beamed my way over to the same wall Sam had just climbed down. Clutching the brick for dear life, or until the edges left marks in the palms of my hands, I steadied my footing on the brick. Slowly – painfully so – I made my way down, something that I knew would be killing Sam.

Eventually my foot hit the last of the bricks, leaving my only task to jump down those last few feet. “Come on, just jump,” I whispered to myself.

So, I did.

I landed in a puddle of water that I swear wasn’t there before with a splash that hit up the sides of my calves. If I hadn’t been before, I was now soaked to the brim and freezing cold with each breeze of the storm that hit me.

“And she sticks the landing!” Sam threw his arms into the air. “See, I told you there was nothing to worry about.”

“Except now my shoes are soaked,” I let out a huff. The layers between the sneakers and my toes now full of water, making a painful squishing sound with every move I made.

“You’ll dry. Now, let’s go before we both end up with a cold,” he scolded.

Sam’s beat-up sedan was parked a few blocks down to try and avoid being caught at our building. The two of us ran side by side to the doors of his car. He struggled with the keys, fumbling to find the unlock button leaving us to continue being soaked by the persistent downpour. By the time I hit those pleather seats, my hair was pressed to the sides of my face from the rain, and my shirt was two shades darker than what it started out. Sam turned the heat in the car on full blast, rubbing his hands in front of one of the vents attempting to warm and dry them. I shivered, rubbing my hands up and down my arms to dry and retain warmth, my teeth beginning to chatter as I patiently waited for the air to finally change temperatures.

“If I had known it was going to rain, we could’ve stayed and smoked at the house. Sorry,” he said rather sheepishly.

Without a thought, I placed my hand against his own, “I love the rain,” I said.

“You could’ve fooled me by the way you are shivering over there,” he chuckled. It was then that I realized where my hand had fallen, and still rested. Quickly I removed it.

“I’m fine, Sam,” I said, clearing my throat.

“I guess if I was going to get rained on with anyone, I’m glad it was with you,” he said. Silently, he put the car in drive and began maneuvering the winding road back to our neighborhood.

I wiped the hair still pressed to my face away, “It was kind of lovely, wasn’t it?” I asked.

“Lovely?” He mimicked.

“Yes, it is a word in the English dictionary you know,” Jokingly I pushed the side of his head near the driver’s window, eliciting a quiet laugh from him as he bounced back.

“I know that,” he said, “Just wasn’t sure you did.”

“I would’ve thought you’d be nicer to someone who is probably the only friend you have left in this town. Especially just days before you leave it,” I said.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he said. He paused, sucking in a breath before continuing, “It was lovely, now that I think about it.”

Sam hummed along to whatever song he put on the radio as he pulled into my driveway. The lights were out in the two-story house – the idea of going inside an empty house gave my heart the same feeling. My time with Sam was fleeting, and as chicken as I was, I knew the slot was shrinking if I didn't do something.

He threw the car in park but didn’t make a move to unlock the doors. Instead, he lifted a knee and turned in his seat towards me. Sam reached out to turn the radio into more of a murmur before opening his mouth at the exact time I did to say something.

We giggled, stuttering over words. “Go ahead,” he gave me the leeway.

“I was just going to say that … I’m really going to miss you, Sammy.”

The air in the car took a sudden shift. What was once lighthearted, and fun turned somber and serious. The pitter-patter of the rain and the slow melody from the radio filled the otherwise silent gap surrounding us. It wasn’t my intention to start crying, and if I was any good at hiding it, I could’ve passed it off as raindrops coming from my hair, but Sam was too smart for that. He took the pad of his thumb and swiped it across my cheek, catching it mid-fall.

“Hey,” he whispered, “I’m going to miss you too.”

I leaned my head into the palm of his hand, just letting reality sink in. He was leaving, who knows when I’d see my best friend again.

Maybe it was fate, if that sort of thing even exists, maybe it was the way those down-turned eyes softened the moment my head rested in his hand. Or maybe the universe kindly sent me a slap in the face, either way there wasn’t a force on earth that could’ve stopped me from what I did next – not when Sam’s voice rang in my head, take the risk.

I grabbed his wrist, the one still supporting me, and pulled it away from my face. It was almost comical how fast his eyebrows squeezed together, confused as to why. He started to move away, as if he had done something wrong.

“Wait,” I said, stopping him in his tracks. I reached out to grab the side of his face, “I just want to try something. Hold still,” I whispered.

I shifted my knee underneath me, giving just the sort of lift I needed to reach him. His eyes raked me up and down as I moved in closer. Gently, I brushed my lips against his. Not much of a kiss, if you could even call it that, but enough for the flutters in my stomach to churn and my heart to pound like a kick drum.

I pulled back only an inch or two, just enough to see meet his eyes once again. I couldn’t tell – I couldn’t tell if this had been a mistake if I had just ruined our friendship once and for all. I couldn’t gauge his thoughts or feelings as I had always been able to before.

“I’m – I’m sorry.” I dropped my hands from his face and began to face the humiliating truth. Sam didn’t feel the same as I did. “I shouldn’t have…”

I quickly moved to get away from him, to get out of the car and into my house, when it was me who was stopped this time. Sam grabbed the meat of my arm pulling me back towards him. “Hold on,” he said.

His hands took turns climbing their way up to my cheeks, cupping them and bringing me back to where are foreheads were pressed against one another – still damp from the rain.

“Try again,” he urged.

I watched him lick his lips, mimicking his movements for myself. Slowly, I nodded – my eyes never leaving his as we moved towards each other once again. When our lips brushed this time, it didn’t last long, at least not before the seas parted and we crashed into each other.

Sam’s hand moved to tangle in my hair, my own fisting his flannel. With each press of his pillowy lips against mine, my heart only glowed brighter. It was warm and comforting like the glow of a porch light left on for someone to come home to. It was everything.

Never once breaking, I moved to straddle his lap in the front seat of his car. It wasn’t as if Sam was protesting, in fact his hand pressing my chest flat against his own was enough invitation to do so.

His tongue swiped my bottom lip, asking permission to move further. I couldn’t help but elicit a smile into him, the invitation was more than accepted – this I made sure he knew by gently pressing my teeth against the flesh of his lip. That seemed to be all the confirmation Sam needed to dance his tongue along mine, as if the two muscles were waltzing the night away.

The hand still fisted in my hair now tugged gently, coaxing my head to tilt backward. Sam broke the kiss to instead plant a chaste kiss on the corner of my mouth, and several along my jaw. His lips connected repeatedly down my neck until they reached a sweet spot where the depth of my collarbone curved, causing the smallest noise to escape the back of my throat. I could feel Sam's lips stretch into a smile, satisfied with the part he played.

He reached behind with a free hand to let it travel under my shirt. I tilted back my head further, trying to give Sam more access, trying to feel him a little more when the back of his hand nearing the strap of my bra hit the car horn startling the both of us. We erupted in a fit of giggles after steadying heartbeats, untangling fingers, and arms. Sam pressed his forehead against mine, giving me the strangest sense of Deja-Vu - like I had seen this all before.

His lips pink and swollen, Sam took a breathy laugh. “That was – uh – wow,” he spoke.

“Look who needs a dictionary now,” I smiled, pushing the hair out of his face.

“How long have you been hiding that from me?” he asked.

“Way too long,” I admitted.

It was pure bliss, Sam smiled as he planted a kiss against each of my eyelids, on the tip of my nose, and the corner of my mouth. I let out a content sigh as I pulled his face away so I could finally see it in the light of the streetlamp.

“What a hell of way to say goodbye,” I said. Though it came out with the intent of a joke, it felt far from it the moment the words left my mouth.

The valley between Sam’s eyebrows creased, something I prayed I could be the one to smooth out for eternity. He pushed away from me slightly, the once warm spot now chilled with the space between us.

“Goodbye?” He asked.

“I just meant –“ I began, but Sam cut me off with his thumb against my bottom lip.

“I don’t want to go,” He whispered like it was a secret.

“So, don’t.”

The warm of string lights illuminated the slight mess of my bedroom, but it was just Sam, I reminded myself the moment we entered the empty house, and again after stepping through the tattered door to my bedroom. It was just Sam, my best friend, who comes into my room all the time, who has seen the clothes scattered against the floor, who has seen the messy bed time and time again. But when Sam closed the door behind him, when he shed the flannel he was so fond of to the floor, he no longer existed as just Sam.

Sam slowly padded his way over to me until we were toe to toe, the back of my knees hitting the soft edge of my bed. He grazed his fingertips along my arms, giving the breath in my lungs every reason to quit. I let my head fall into his shoulder for a moment, just basking in the gentleness of his movements.

He pulled back, guiding my eyes to meet his own. “What do you want?” He whispered.

There was a hesitation in my voice, barely able to choke out the word, “You.”

A look in his eye seemed unsure. It was the first time I had ever seen Sammy nervous around me. Then, I remembered, those same three words that led us here in the first place. So, I cupped his jaw in my hands, preparing to rise to my tippy toes to meet him on his level, and spoke lowly, “Take the risk.”

Without another word Sammy came crashing down into me. His lips meeting mine in a feverish rush. Teeth raking down to the base of my neck, his tongue replacing every so often to sooth the reddening area. I reached up to pull the hair tie from around his bun, letting it hang down and tangle within my fingers.

It was a whirlwind, clothes were abandoned left and right, discarded to the floor with the rest of the mess. Goosebumps rose all along my body, something that certainly amused Sam. My heart beat like a kick drunk as our mouths connected again. Sam coaxed me backward until I was laying among the plethora of plush pillows.

I inhaled sharply when Sam’s hand brushed against my lower belly. He moved to pick up my bare leg instead, setting my foot against his chest. He smiled so sweetly down at me before placing the smallest of kisses against the bone of my ankle. I laughed just briefly at the odd but intimate action.

There was a twinkle in his eye. He continued the soft trail of kisses down to my knee pausing to let his eyes wander over my face. He seemed satisfied with the reaction he tore from me, and in turn, he continued on.

There was a moment, as small as it was; a moment where the glow of the lights hit the whites of his eyes, where everything seemed to slow down. A moment I wish I could keep forever. It seemed surreal, but I couldn’t help the words that came out of my mouth.

“I love you.”

A hesitant smile pulled Sam away from his fixation on making his way up from my ankle. He crawled up to meet me nose to nose.

“Say it again,” he softly demanded.

I tucked a piece of hair behind his ear, “I love you.” I said surer of myself this time. Sam’s lips sunk into mine without hesitation. Something told me he felt the same.

I laid with my back against the mattress, a thin sheet barely covering my exposed body. A rustling in the space next to me caused the turning of my head. Sam was there, sprawled out onto his stomach, his hair fanned out to the side, his eyes watching my every move. I shifted, turning to face him completely.

Sam reached out his hand to brush along the round of my cheek bones. He let out a content sigh. “You’re so beautiful,” He hummed.

I smiled, a small sad smile. It was time to face the music, I suppose. Stupidly, I allowed a single tear to flee the safety of my eye. Sam furrowed his brows catching the tear with his thumb.

“You’re sad?” He asked. “Did I do something wrong?” The worry stretched across his face.

I shook my head, hoping to dissipate the sudden tension in the room. “Not at all,” I assured.

“Why are you crying then?”

“It’s just lovely to lay here with you,” I said.

He smirked, huffing a laugh. “There’s that word again. Lovely,” he trailed off.

The bed was warm; Sam served as a human furnace with his bare skin against my own. He was summer in all its glory, he was everything I loved about life. Another tear fell, I wished it could stop but there was no hope. Realty destined to set in the moment we left the solitude of each other’s embrace.

“But why the tears?”

It was fear that the tears were born of. Sam was set to leave with his brothers and while I have no regrets of where my burst of confidence led us, there was a sinking feeling that I couldn’t shake. Something that reminded me that Sam was destined for greater things beyond the abandoned building we frequented. But how could I tell him all of this? How could I stand in the way of the tender moment we shared?

A few more drops escaped, but I was content, I think. It was easier to lie basking in the comfort of his touch than to feel heavy in the chaos of my mind.

“I want you to stay,” I whispered - it was the best I could do.

Sam hesitated. He knew, at least that’s what I told myself in the moment, what I was really asking.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, “Not now.”

“Don’t forget about me when you’re on the road,” I said. Our fingers intertwined lazily with one another.I needed to get out in the open. Something I needed to say before my eyes closed and this was all subject to disappear.

“Forget about you? Never,” he smiled. He tapped his finger against his head. “You, my love, are ingrained in here for eternity.”

I pulled myself closer to him, until our bare chests touched. Sam wrapped his strong arm around my waist, our legs creating an unbreakable knot. I could feel Sam’s breath slow against the top of my head, his limbs growing heavier with each passing moment – sleep already taking over his body and threatening my own.

Just as my eyelids drooped and I snuggled further into him until his amber cologne was all I could smell, I let out a sigh and lazily whispered, “I don’t want this to end.” Though it came out more as a plea than anything.

It was still dark when I awoke the next morning, the clouds still blanketing the sky. It was warm in the bed, Sam’s soft snores creating a white-like noise calming every nerve in my body. Gingerly, I turned back into his embrace shaking him gently awake. He stirred, fighting the thought of opening his puffy, sleep deprived eyes but eventually he lost the battle.

“Morning,” he said into my hair.

I looked up at him. How lucky was I to be here with him? How many times had I daydreamed about this moment, about the two of us together? I was so delirious I almost forgot the looming truth of it all - Sam was leaving soon, and who knows if he wanted to or would come back. It was the same thoughts that plagued me late last night before the two of us fell into the depth of our slumbers, and it was something I cursed being the first thing on my mind on an otherwise joyful morning.

“Good morning,” I said pushing the thought out of my head. I looked up at Sam. The slightest bit of stubble graced his chin and upper lip and for a moment I wondered what he would look like with facial hair. I reached up to let it scratch my hand.

He rubbed his eyes. “I know, I need to shave,” He chuckled stretching his arms behind his head, but I was in no way ready to get up.

“I don’t know,” I said. “You don’t think all those girls you meet would like a little facial hair on you?”

“Don’t tell me you are already getting jealous,” he said with a smile.

I sat up, resting my weight on my elbow and looked down at him now lying flat on his back. “Can’t be jealous of something that isn’t mine, now can I?”

“Oh. Not yours?” He asked. There was a glint in his eye, something that told me he wasn’t worried. Something that caused that flutter to return to my stomach. “If this is your way of asking me whether or not I’m yours, you should just come out and say it.”

Sam guided me by the arms with a slight tug to sit on his hips. I peered down onto his bare chest, using my palms to steady myself. I smiled, “Okay then. Sam, what are we?”

“A jab to my heart, I can’t believe you’d hit me with such a relationship question after the first night,” he said.

Embarrassment in the shade of crimson rose to my cheeks. I was taken back, and that was a severe understatement. I shifted my weight, trying to gather my feet from underneath me to leave. That’s when a smile grew wide along Sam’s cheeks.

“I don’t want anyone but you, silly. Haven’t for a long time,” he said holding my wrists in place. “Never want too again.”

“What took you so long?”

“Couldn’t find the words,” he said.

Without warning, he reached out to poke me in the ribs. In a fit of laughter, I fell down into his chest. Our lips met, soft and sweet, and noses bumped against one another as our tongues begged for entrance.

We spent the next hour or so in bed, acting as if nothing had changed really – except the confession of two lovesick people and touching places we had never ventured too before. But soon enough it was time for him to go. Sam left his flannel with me, buttoned tightly around my body. The collar still smelled like him; I never wanted to wash it.

I walked him down to where his car sat in my driveway. Our time together was fleeting, he was leaving the next morning.

“You’re still coming to the bon voyage party my parents are throwing tonight, aren’t you?” he asked.

He leaned up against the door of his car, pulling me by the edge of his flannel closer to him. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I beamed up at him. “Besides, if I didn’t go, you’d be stuck defending yourself to your brothers again.”

“Geez, don’t remind me. I say one thing about liking that stupid pop song all over the radio and they’ll never let me live it down,” he rolled his eyes.

“I mean they do have a point,” I jested.

“Oh no, not you too,” He threw the flat of his hand against his forehead.

“I’m sorry but Royals? Really?”

“It’s a good song,” He defended his choice, pouting slightly.

“I’m sure you are right,” I said.

We laughed, standing on the outside of that car. It was loud, and lighthearted and beautiful. It was something I hoped would last forever, but soon, my laughter died down and all that remained was his. Then suddenly, the world around me disappeared like water down a drain.

The light around us faded, the smell of his flannel stayed but the material no longer clung to my body, and the warmth of his touch, of his embrace left with the blow of the wind. Nightfall surrounded us, and my attention snapped back to reality.

Sam’s laughter still sounded next to me, but there we were, sitting on that metal beam of the two-story building. Confused, I turned to Sam and asked, “What's so funny? How long have we been here?”

“You really don’t remember?” He asked. I shook my head. “You asked if the stars look down at us the way we look at them.”

Oh.

“You are definitely high,” he said. “You zoned out there for a moment, huh? We’ve only been out here fifteen or so.”

It wasn’t real. None of it. Not the drive to my house, not the confession of feelings, not the kiss. Oh god the kiss. I reached my hand up and ran my finger along my lips. I could still feel the tingle from the touch of his on mine, the touch that never exist. In this sobering moment, I couldn’t even recall the last time I had been kissed, it had been that long.

“Yeah, I-I think I’ve had too much. I should get home,” I stuttered.

Sam pressed his lips into a thin line and agreed that it was probably time to go anyway considering the joint was down to the last puff. The two of us got up and scaled our way down the side of the building, heading to his car parked down the block.

“You’re still coming to the party tomorrow night, right? I want you to meet Samantha before I leave town. I think you'll like her,” Sam said. He rambled on, talking about his new girlfriend and the impending trip.

Meanwhile, all I could think about was the Sam I had before. The one that didn’t exist. And somehow, the sadness that bubbled within me felt all too familiar, like something I’d seen before.

#sammy gvf #sam gvf #sammy kiszka #sam kiszka #gretavanfleetpov #greta van fleet #gvf fanfiction

2 notes · View notes

angelbluediary · 1 year

Text

It has just simply been one of Those Days.

Nothing is terribly wrong. Is it ever? I dig for things to upset me. I unconsciously seek out what will ruffle my feathers.

Maybe it's because I didn't get much sleep last night and I was woken by my neighbor too early. Maybe it's the high of birthday weekend flatlining now that it's all over, my special time, my day of Me, gone now and staying gone for another whole year.

When did I become so vain and needy?

Is this why I've stayed isolated all this time? Did I know deep down that it was either stay distant and cool, or crumble to pieces?

In this last week, I've been so much more social with my online (cam) community. I've been utilizing the Discord the way it was designed to be utilized. Daily 'round-the-clock messaging. And it's been so fun. But then in the lulls, when nobody replies to me, or when someone posts a gif of a sexy girl with features I don't have, or when I don't get the response I was expecting (and basing my mood on), I feel almost manic.

I've become overly attached. I signed off with "I love you" during my birthday stream a few days ago, something I'd vowed to myself never to say as my camgirl persona. I find myself oversharing just a tad, here and there, more than I normally would, anyway. I place more and more expectations on my members as reasons my day is bright and exciting.

And is this fair? Not entirely. But at the same time, with the nature of my relationship with them, they could be doing more. My livelihood is based upon selling interactions with myself to men. Yet I give these men free, constant, daily interactions with me because they tipped for a certain club at some point this year and because they chat in my room and occasionally give me some dollars. I have to keep a boundary line for myself; I've been slipping and really depending on these guys for my socialization needs too much. I am practiced at loneliness. Not at group chats and attention on demand. I get a taste and I need more, more, more. Needier and needier. My fondness for them becomes claws I want to sink in, make them love me most out of everyone, make them stay forever, make them give me everything because don't I deserve it? Haven't I been so patient and good this year? Meanwhile, in other corners of the Internet, I'm losing my grip. I used to receive lots of glowing attention and even gifts from Fetlife, and now it's becoming a source of disappointment and annoyance. Today, pain. A very stupid man with entitlement issues blowing up at me because I dared to indicate no interest in having sex with him. He tore my character apart, called me names, blocked me, and I sat with an ache for longer than I should have given the situation and the person. My skin feels especially thin today. I am little and raw and in need of love, praise, adoration, treats, sweetness. My face keeps scrunching up with a sudden bout of tears. Nothing ever falls but my hurt is so close to the surface and there's no particular reason for it. I'm just sad.

And I know material items won't necessarily fix me but they do feel good. I want that puppy ears and tail set I can't buy for myself because it's PayPal only and I'm banned from that service. I want it to honor the headspace I keep semi-slipping into, to embrace it and fully inhabit it, to make my feelings of smallness and dumbness something freeing and sweet instead of bad. To transform my negative emotions. I have made so many not-so-subtle hints at how badly I want this thing, with the link in the Discord, and a limited supply in the store, and a sale that will end... I can't talk about it anymore or I'll be annoying. And the only thing worse than not having that set right now is coming across as annoying and unlikeable to this community I find myself basing my validation on.

#off my chest #annoying myself

0 notes

witch-hazels-musings · 3 years

Note

I WOKE UP JUST IN TIME AAAAA

Can I request the tall boys (Childe, Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya + anyone else you think you wanna add or change (except maybe Childe because I love him)) reacting to you having animal-like features (like ears and tail)

What they would do if by some accident they themselves end up getting animal features (like fox ears and tail for Childe, cat ears and tail for Kaeya or Diluc, dragon features for Zhongli, etc) do they become clingy and display cat behavior of rubbing themselves on you? Something like that aaaa I'm so sorry if this doesn't make sense it's my first time requesting

experiments gone wrong

(eehe these men *cough* zhongli *cough* will be the death of me)

Warning -> sfw, fluff (kissing, character suddenly acquiring animal like features)

Character X GN Reader | anthology

Includes: Childe, Kaeya, Zhongli

As an alchemist, you really should have remembered the most important rule -> don’t leave unmarked bottles out where people can drink them …

So you couldn’t be too surprised by the turn of events that followed

Childe

He went to bed earlier than normal, but you didn’t think anything of it. Perhaps he had a terrible day and just wanted to sleep it off, there wasn’t any reason to pester him about it anyway.

The next morning, you felt him slip out of bed, a yawn falling from his mouth as he made his way toward the bathroom. Turning, you claimed more of the bed and attempted to sleep just a little bit longer. That was until you heard a wild cry and shot up in an instant. You were already partially out of the bed when Childe burst into the room.

He looked at you, you looked at him, and as your eyes drifted from his ears to his tail, you understood his reaction.

“WHAT?” He shouted into the bedroom.

Oh archons, to see him like this … you wished it was easier for you not to think about how adorable he was, but it was impossible. The soft ears that peeked from underneath his hair, the fluffy tail that didn’t know how to stop moving, and the frantic face he gave you were all just perfect

“What happened??” He asked, running back to the mirror before returning his attention to you. Quickly, you made your way to his aid and did your best to calm him.

“I’m not sure, did you do anything strange yesterday?” You pulled his face toward you, cupping your hands against his cheek and running your fingers through his hair.

“Not that I know of … uh, oh! I found this …” He reached for a small bottle on the bathroom counter and handed it to you. Shit.

“Did you drink this??”

“ … yes.”

“CHILDE!” You burst into laughter, knowing it wasn’t the right time but also unable to control yourself. His expression was distressed and worried and, as best as you could, you tried to bring yourself back to calm. “This wasn’t supposed to be consumed …”

“A-am I going to die?”

“No, you’re just going to be, well, this it seems.”

“How long??”

“I don’t know, a few days maybe.” He dropped his head into his hands, his ears drooped and his active tail dropped toward the ground. Wrapping him in your arms, you offered him reassurance while trying not to laugh. “You’re very cute though.”

You caught sight of his tail moving slowly back and forth and added more pressure to your hug.

He found that it wasn’t as bad as he thought, in addition to the extra features, he also was able to gain other advantages - his eyesight was much better in the dark, his sense of smell more keen, his agility top notch

You were sure he had grown attached to them in the short time he had them - so when the option came for him to revert, you were sure it would be a tough decision

Still - to keep him trapped like this, with features that weren’t his own - you didn’t want to be cruel

“Here,” You put the bottle down in front of him. His ears perking up at the item and his fingers reaching to grab it. “All you have to do is drink that and everything should go back to normal.” You said with a slightly wistful tone to your voice. It was somehow sad to think these adorable additions leave would be gone soon.

“What if it doesn’t work?”

“I’m not sure. We will just try again if it doesn’t though.” Quickly, he took the cork from the lid and moved the vial to his lips. His ear twitched as he smelled the concoction. “I’ll miss this.” Resting your head in your hands you watched as he downed the liquid in one go.

“It’s hard for people to take me seriously like this …”

“Did people take you seriously before?” You joked, winking at him.

The next morning, he stirred in bed next to you, his hair brushing against your face and making you wake up before you wanted to. As your eyes adjusted, you instantly recognized what you thought was hair was actually ears and the giddiness of your heart jump-started you awake. It didn’t work -- oh no, guess you’d have to keep trying.

Kaeya

Waking up next to Kaeya was your favorite thing. It was an opportunity for you to be close to him, to witness his relaxed expression, and know that in these moments he trusted you over anyone else.

So, when you woke and found him pressed against you, your hands absentmindedly began to run through his hair, over his shoulders, as you meandered your way into the waking world. There was something soft that flicked against your hand, but you pushed it away. It happened again, confused, mouth turning into a scowl and eyes rudely being pried open, you looked down to see what was making you irritated.

You were wide awake when you saw the cat ears sticking out from Kaeya’s blue hair. They were richly shaded, deep blues with tips of white and perfectly placed on his head. Shifting, you tried to get a better view and the action made him stir.

“Mmm, stop moving.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around you and holding you steady. Tapping his arm, you tried to get his attention.

“K-Kaeya …”

“What is it?”

“Do you feel okay?” You asked, your voice shaking and hands hovering over his ears.

“I feel perfectly fine, why do you ask?” He kissed your chest before nuzzling back into his place.

“You … you’ve got cat ears.”

He laughed and pushed your comment away. His legs moved under the sheets and you swore you saw something poke out from the bed. “You’re pulling my leg, I didn’t know you could be this funny so early in the morning.”

“I’m not, see.” Stealing his hand you placed it on his head and watched as his fingers ran over the ears which were sticking straight up. When his eyes shot open and his hand began to move faster, pulling, tugging, examining the feature, you tried not to laugh as his confused expression turned into a slight panic. He shot up, his legs moving so he could sit on the bed but winced when he did so. That’s when the both of you saw the tail.

“Hold on, let me get ready, just … don’t freak out.”

You rushed around the room to gather up your items, your gaze continuously falling on the incredibly still, unmoving frame that was Kaeya.

After calling on Albedo to come and offer assistance, only to find that the features would be around for a few days … Kaeya started to get more accustomed to them

He was for sure rattled but bounced back rather quickly - in fact, the features seemed to get him even more attention than he had before and he found that the added bonuses were helpful when he needed them for his knightly tasks

Not to mention it seemed he was more affectionate than normal, and not in the way he normally was, it was more in a … cuddly, interested, curious manner

One evening, you found yourself reading over several books that Albedo had recommended and became rudely distracted when Kaeya pushed his way under your arms and nestled into your lap

“Hey there.” You called down to him, hand dropping to his shoulder as he nuzzled against you.

“Give me attention.”

You laughed at his pouting expression, his lips turned downward and ears twisting to show he could be trusted. “I’m currently trying to figure out how to fix this, I can’t do that if I’m giving you all my attention.” His eye squinted for just a moment before he moved more into your lap and nearly pushed the book in your hands onto the floor. “Kaeya!” The playful laughter that filled his ears was as tantalizing as the drinks he let touch his lips.

“You can figure that out later. How can you possibly resist me right now anyway?” He asked, pushing against you until your back pressed into the couch and his hands weaved their way around your body. His hair tickled your face as he nuzzled into your chest and, even though his hips dug into yours, you didn’t seem to mind the closeness he was trying to find.

“Okay. Fine, I’ll look into it more later.”

“What excellent news.” He practically purred as he slid his way to your neck and let his body rest against you.

Zhongli

It’s been so long since he saw himself with such features - and, to be honest, he didn’t notice them for some time. It wasn’t until you returned and the items in your hands fell to the floor upon seeing him that his attention was captured

“Zh - Zhongli!?” You babbled, making your way to him and not knowing what to rest your eyes on first. Was it the pair of elegantly shaped horns that sprouted between his brown locks of hair? Was it the golden slits in his eyes that reminded you of the reptiles roaming around the rocky paths of Liyue? Or did you look at the scales that decorated his face in such perfect placement?

“Has something transpired?” His expression was one of concern, but also one of disillusionment. Did - did he not notice?

“Are you feeling nostalgic today?”

“Not particularly, what makes you ask?”

“Well … you look kinda like … I mean hold on.” You quickly disappeared down the hallway before returning with a small handheld mirror, one that Zhongli had purchased for you some time ago. Handing it to him, you waited until it started to register on his face the changes to his appearance, and that’s when you noticed the long claws which jutted out from his nail beds.

“Huh, this is peculiar …”

Sitting down across from him, you placed your hands on the table and watched as he examined the reflection of his face. “So you didn’t do this?”

“I must say that I did not, though It is rather pleasant to see …” His voice trailed off and you watched as he fussed with his hair, touched the horns on his head, and opened his mouth to check and see if - yup, he had canines much like a dragon too. That’s when it hit you.

“Did you … drink anything strange?”

The mirror found its place upside down on the table, his glowing eyes shifted to you as he took in your question. You let him think and finally, he gave you his answer. “I do recall there was a strange vial on the counter when I awoke. Ah - my dear, are you unwell?” He asked as your head dropped onto the table.

The strangest thing about Zhongli holding these features was that he seemed … perfect for them and it was becoming quite the problem to hide

You were much too cautious that someone may discover who he really was with these pretty telling additions to his wardrobe, so you asked him to stay home for a while until you could get some answers

He didn’t seem to mind, and when you were finally able to gather up all the items needed to prepare an antidote for his condition, you were finding it very distracting to make the concoction at home

The bubbling liquid warned you it was much too hot and so, with adept fingers, you turned the nobs and burners down so as to not overheat or scald the liquid inside. The aroma that filled your nose was … unpleasant to say the least, and so you finally succumbed to the need to wrap your nose in a clean cloth.

Turning your back to the equipment, you made your way toward the drawer where the rags were kept but when your eyes caught sight of Zhongli standing by the window, you nearly fainted.

He was wearing a robe, the material had slid down one of his arms and rested in the crook of his elbow. It gave you pause and allowed you to see the toned torso which was normally hidden by the layers of clothing he wore on a regular day.

Since he found no need to properly get dressed, he had reserved himself to lounge about in clothes that felt ‘more suitable’ to him, as he explained.

The light from the sun flashed across his chest, laid softly against his face, and illuminated the golden speckles in his hair - you wondered if it was because of the horns, perhaps they were reflecting the light and making him look ethereal in the warmth of the sun. He crossed his arms and shifted his weight as he looked beyond the window, almost as if he was yearning for something far beyond his reach.

“I think I’m nearly done.” You explain, tying the towel around your face and returning, reluctantly, to the concoction behind you.

As you began to spoon out the unnecessary ingredients until you were only left with the pure grade potion, you didn’t notice how he had moved to your side until the small vial was filled.

“Here you -- oh!.” He stood right in front of you. His eyes were dangerous, burning, focused. “I didn’t see … you …” He reached around to the back of your head and skillfully undid the makeshift mask you had created moments ago. When it was off, he took the vial in his hands and placed it onto the counter before returning his attention to you. “Are you … okay?” You asked, tracking the movements of his face as he leaned down toward you.

His lips hovered barely over yours and the closeness of him made your heart flutter. “You are mine, are you not?” His voice rattled your bones from the intensity, it was oppressive and supportive all at the same time.

“Y-yes?”

His lips pressed against the corner of your mouth, “You belong to no one else?”

“No …”

“Good.”

It’s a good thing the instructions never said anything about, ‘consume immediately’ because you were very distracted for some time.

tag list: @star-gods @mercurysmaiden @dourpeep @clemmywrites @pepperoncinipizza @handswritteeen @lucifucker @beelsdessert @odafashioned @coolcats09 @ninqat @musekala @sufzku @mooshymello @heavenlyang @plenilunegazes @glazelilyy @justyoureverydayqueer @idunkar @solowmomo @twokissesforamelia @the-mermaid-of-mondstadt @fuwon @goat-mama-breezie @angelmelt @lucacandy @shesleire @mariana @zentoruu @smol-knife @nightlywallows @aoirohi @nitorious-ghost @mguerra11 @maiiikoo @actstfbla @youaskedfurret @nonniechan @evolcahra @tempehlust @zenith-impact @plumpkie @jaggedsi @salty-salty @onlyhereforinteractivestories @gultonluvv @shy-specter @liebestraumss @jaemjenjam @softlybeloved @anatthesavage

#genshin impact #genshin impact X reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact musings #genshin impact fiction #childe X reader #childe #genshin childe #kayea x reader #kayea #genshin Kayea #Zhongli X reader #zhongli #genshin zhongli

819 notes · View notes