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Hhhhhhh this is gonna be embarrassing 4 me to write out shshjsjs but I LOVE your writing and I have a request

If your like up for it, could you write another yanfic? But cowboy x ‘showgirl’ (a dude cross dressing for fun) it’s sfw

Like the cowboy goes to one of the readers shows and is immediately obsessed with the performer who he assumes is just a really flat woman, but when the cowboy goes backstage to find the woman he’s met with a man who looks identical to the woman on stage and realizes that the woman of his dreams was actually a man and to the cowboy that’s even better

N they go on a date and it’s fluffy and shit cus i love fluff and cowboys, i really fucking love cowboys

-🎱

✶ ﹑ love at first performance ﹏

NOW STARRING : Soft cowboy (Cole Hudson) x show"girl" reader

「ㅤSFWㅤ」ㅤCole goes to watch one of reader's show and was captivated by the performance but he didn't know that reader wasn't really a showgirl.

✙ warnings — fluff, reader cross-dresses, addresses reader as woman in the first bit (he doesn't know yet) use of her once! I'm not very good at portraying a cowboy well...

notes ,, this got me doing my research ! not too sure if this is accurate for show girls (⁠｡⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) not proofread!

Dusty boots scraped on the floor as Cole navigated through the bustling crowd; his heart raced from how many people there were. As the cowboy wandered in the dimly lit venue, his gaze fixated on the stage where beautiful women dressed in flamboyant clothing that glittered and swayed with their movement, danced along with the rhythm of music blaring through speakers. One showgirl especially caught Cole's attention. The way your body moved like water was hypnotising and he coupling stop his heart from thumping against his ribcage.

At first, Cole wasn't interested in these loud events; always scarin' his poor cows and his horse, but this time his pal had really insisted for him to visit one. 'It would be fun,' he said, 'see lots of spectacular performances and maybe some cute girls,' he said. So, Cole rode his horse into the heart of town and here he was now, stuck between sweaty bodies and glaring lights in his eyes.

That one performer though, your radiance was brighter than the other showgirls. Cole was entranced by your dancing, oh how he wishes he was there with you, hand on your hips, slow dancing under the soft streetlights of his home town. He slid his hat off, placing it over his chest almost like he was trying to muffle the sound of his racing heart. The costumes were bright, dazzling, and flowed easily in the wind. They were also quite revealing, accentuating the girl's cleavage and showing off the performer's midriff. All but you.

Cole noticed the lack of well— a larger chest like the other girls had, but he just assumed you were flat-chested. That didn't matter to him, besides, he prefered modesty anyways. After a few minutes, your performance was unfortunately coming to an end. The music faded out and the vibrant lights dimmed as he watched you all bow. The venue filled with deafening clapping but Cole couldn't help but stare starry-eyed at you as you walked off stage. He needed to meet you in person.

The next act slowly made their way to the stage but Cole couldn't care less about them; it was a horse show! He's pretty skilled with horses himself so there was no need to stay. Once again he pushed through the crowd of cheering people, weaving his way out of the venue. When he emerged out, Cole was hit with the crisp night air, a stark contrast of freshness compared to inside the venue. His eyes scanned the area, trying to find where the performers went after their show and he was able to spot a small tent that had light seeping out of the gaps. Cole walked over to said tent and grazed the fabric with his fingertips in hesitancy. He took a deep breath; his chest heaving before he shut his eyes and pushed the fabric aside, walking inside.

He opened his eyes as he walked in, a few showgirls turned around to look at him with confused faces and he just stood there dumbfounded. The words he wanted to speak were clogged by the lump in his throat. You walked up to him, waving your hand infront of his face, "Hey, are you okay?" You asked with a raised eyebrow. He blinked a few times before tilting his head down to meet your gaze. Christ you were beautiful, almost hauntingly similar to the showgirl he was infatuated with earlier. "U—um, I'm looking for a specific showgirl that performed tonight and I was wonderin' if I can... find her," He mumbled out, his eyes locked onto your features as if he was assessing your face. "Are you two, by any chance, relatives of some sort?" He questioned, his country accent shining through his voice.

The girls giggled while taking off their make-up and Cole shot them a confused glance. You sighed with a small chuckle and you looked down at your feet, "By any chance, would this 'showgirl' you're looking for, be me?" Once again, Cole stared at you with his jaw open. He felt his heart strangely flutter despite knowing that you were a guy. He swore he wasn't into guys but you were— different. Not like any man he's seen. He just couldn't shake off his attraction towards you.

"You're a fella?"

"Yeah, you got a problem with that?"

"Well I'll be damned, you are one beauty."

The mixture of his country accent and your more refined accent strikingly contrasted but for some reason complemented eachother. City boy meets country boy. It seemed like Cole had a staring problem because once again, he was blankly gazing into your eyes. It was charming though, how Cole always looked like he was admiring you. Pretty flattering to say the least. Out of nowhere he spoke up...

"How 'bout takin' a ride on my horse?"

How did you get here? Holding onto Cole's waist, you screamed pathetically. Your eyes were screwed shut and your cheek was pressed against his back, all you could hear were hooves thumping on the ground and Cole's warm laugh that echoed through the valley. You two were going so fast that you swore you'd fall off if you didn't hold on tight enough. "You enjoying the ride darlin'?" Cole chuckled, peering over his shoulder to see you clutching onto him like a koala, "Slow down, please!" He ignored your pleas to slow down, "C'mon sweetheart, open your eyes, the stars tonight are just somethin' else!" He yelled through the noise of the wind instead. When he saw that you didn't budge from your terrified position, he just let out a soft laugh and placed one hand over your ones that were clasped around his waist. The warmth of his calloused palm spread to your fingertips and you almost forgot how cold it was tonight. "We're almost there, don't worry," his voice was gentle and thick like honey as he reassured you.

You weren't used to this, not used to the serene silence of the nature, not used to the wind beating so hard against your body, not used to clinging onto a cute cowboy for your dear life as he rode his horse with such passion. You've grown used to the smoke filling the city, used to the loud noises of late night partiers and engines running, used to being by yourself in an apartment with only the warmth of your blanket to keep you company. When was the last time you felt so— free?

The wind died down and you two slowly halted to a stop; you didn't even realise. "You can let go now sugar," Cole giggled as he waited for you to look up from the comfort of his back. You raised your head, your eyes meeting the beautiful scenery of a small cliff with forests lining the background and a starry display of the night sky that seemed like the stars were winking at you. This was a sight you could never see in the city. Cole slides off his horse, planting his two feet on the floor before extending a hand up to you to help you get off too. Your hand reluctantly meets his, the warmth of his palm returning to your finger tips as he guides you down, catching you when you hopped off. The way he handled you was so gentle, as if he was a beast and you were a fragile butterfly.

"Guess you could say we're on a date, huh?" Cole's smile punched your gut from how soft he looked, his hand never left yours. You scoff at his remark — but in a light-hearted way — as your eyes leave his instead, and returned to the scene presented infront of the both of you. It really did seem like a date, far more romantic than any fancy dinner in the big city. Oh and the way his eyes aren't even looking at the sky. He's looking at you. "Ain't it a sight for sore eyes?" He marvelled, and you know he's not talking about the scenery.

"Yeah, it really is," You breathed out quietly like your breath had just been taken away. Cole's eyes finally leave you and he stared at the soil beneath him before he spoke, his voice hushing to barely above a whisper, "You goin' back to the big city soon?" He doesn't want you to leave. Not now. Not yet. Before you could speak, his large hands bring yours together and he traps them between his. His eyes were wide and his brows were furrowed, "Please don't go," he blurted out, embarrassingly higher pitch than he wanted his voice to be.

Your eyes soften as you couldn't help the giggles that escaped your throat. Your eyes lingered on his hands over yours and you noticed the way his fingers trembled slightly but his strength in his grip never faltered. He wasn't allowing you to leave. You did have time before your next gig so, why not?

"Maybe I'll stay for a little longer."

Your heart ached when you saw Cole sigh in relief, his eyes darting everywhere but yours with dusted rose cheeks. He let go of your hands, clutching his own. "I reckon I'll take you out to the strawberry farm my buddy owns. You can't find nothin' sweeter than the fresh grown strawberries out here," He proposed, his fingers skimming over his own knuckles. He was somewhat afraid that you'd reject him. You were so sophisticated, so refined that he couldn't help but feel silly next to you, a big performer who traveled the country to entertain. You, on the other hand, almost instantly fell to your knees from his adorable invite. Strawberry farming? With this cute cowboy you just met? Hell yeah!

"Sounds like a deal, um—" You just realised, you never got his name, "Oh! It's Cole, Cole Hudson," He replied, tipping his hat at you. Jotting his name down in your mind, you glanced at the sky, and noticed that it was incredibly dark, your manager and the girls would be worried if you were nowhere to be found in an unfamiliar place, "Well, I guess it's time to let you be. Let me take you back to your place for tonight." A whistle breaks through the silence in the air as Cole called over his horse, her hooves tapped against the floor in a trot as he took your hand in his and hoisted you up onto the horse's back before hopping on himself, "Hold on, sweets," He smiled, waiting for you to wrap your arms around his waist, securing yourself to him. With a gentle nudge of his foot and the flick of the reins, he guided his horse forward.

You were a little braver this time, keeping your head up as you tried to look around you but it was practically useless now as everything was pitch-black. You wondered how Cole could navigate in such darkness, maybe it was because he travelled up this same path multiple times and knew it better than the back of his palm. As of now, you put your whole trust in him to escort you to your hotel safely.

The lights of the town in the distance inched closer as you two finally made it back. The town was eerily quiet as many people were presumably asleep at this hour — it was so different to the city. "Thanks for the ride, Cole, I really enjoyed it," You thanked him while fumbling to get off his horse; you were still getting used to it. Cole had a hand gently caressing the mahogany-coloured fur of his mare as he looked at you with those hazel eyes of his.

"See you here tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sure."

You found yourself rushing to meet up with Cole the next morning. Something in you just— felt at home with him. You met up with him, he took you on his horse, and after a few long conversations about seemingly anything that popped into your minds, you and Cole arrived to the strawberry farm. It was a surprisingly big farm with green rows of leaves with a pop of red peaking out from behind the leaves. Cole helped you put on your boots and strapped a hat to your head to shield you from the harsh sun of the countryside.

"I'll teach ya how to find the sweetest ones," Cole grinned, flicking his head to the side as he encouraged you to follow him. He trudged along the rows of strawberries with his sleeves rolled up above his elbows, showing his well-built forearms. He had given you a little basket and labelled you on 'basket duty,' but you didn't complain. You stared at his back while he proudly walked infront of you, it was now that you realised how big he was compared to you, both in height and muscle. Could you grow to his height in the future? Probably not.

You were snapped out of your trance when Cole squat down and reached a hand out to one particularly red strawberry, "Here, this is a good one," he hummed contently before plucking it off the stem before handing it to you, "Y'see, a bright red tells you its a sweet strawberry, and these green caps are also good," Cole explained. He placed the strawberry into the basket and turned back around, walking forward with peeled eyes. He wanted to find the best ones for you.

"How 'bout you try, darlin'?" Cole asked, glancing over his shoulder before reaching out his arm to encircle around your waist, drawing you closer and leading you forward. "Alright," You hesitated on agreeing but why not give it a try? You couldn't get this experience anywhere in the city. Your eyes caught on specific strawberry that fit the 'Sweet Strawberry' criteria that Cole suggested to you. Vibrant color? Check. Green cap? Check. You picked it off the stem and showed Cole for approval. He placed a hand on his chin as he looked like he was lost in analysing the strawberry. A smile plastered on his face and his dimples appeared, "You'll ain't gonna know 'till you try it."

Bringing the strawberry to your lips, you sunk your teeth into it, the refreshing sweetness meeting your tongue. Your gaze was casted off into space as you took some time to process how to describe the taste until you suddenly felt warm fingers tilt your chin up. Before you could question it, Cole leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, savouring the taste of the strawberry that was lingering on your lips. It was only a small peck before he pulled away. You swear you were just swept off your feet and— was it getting really hot or was it just you? You stood there, frozen, unsure of how to act after that kiss. That was enough to send your heart running laps.

"It's real sweet, you sure did a good job pickin' that one sweetheart."

♡

notes ,, I loved writing this so much! Thank you nonnie ♡♡ I wasn't planning on writing this much but I just had to ,, anyways! If you wanna see more Cole please request scenarios/date ideas/etc etc, also, thank you for 400+ followers ♡ my read more thing keeps breaking so don't mind if its kinda weird!

Content: M!reader fucking a Minecraft slime.

Content Warnings: Monster-fucking, taking advantage of a mob, degrading insults, shame kink, rough fucking, slightly primal.

Context: A long-time fantasy of mine, written by a dickless virgin.

Context: Slimes are little/big dummies that spawn everywhere in flat, aka "superflat", world types. More info here.

You were working on a particularly large build in your creative world when your mind had started to wander. You hadn't realized that the wet squelching of slimes you had grown so used to had wormed their way into your imagination until you became uncomfortably aware of how hard you had become at the thought of fucking one. You knew it was wrong. These were brainless creatures that threw themselves off the builds they spawned on with no hesitation. They had to be one of the dumbest things you had ever laid your eyes on. But that's largely what turned you on. There was something about that wrongness that sent shivers down your spine. The depravity of fucking something that didn't even have the agency to breed with its own species made your cock twitch in your pants.

You weren't sure what you were expecting when you placed a hand on the surface of the cube. It was cool and just barely firm enough to hold a shape. Something almost primal in you couldn't help but let out a pleasured groan as you dug your nails into its moist, squishy body. Pushing it into the ground to keep it still. You pulled out your dick with your other hand and palmed yourself until it was slick with precum and goo. “O-Oh shit.” You breathed as the head of your cock penetrated the surface layer. It was like the slime was sucking you in. You pushed until your dick was completely buried into its translucent body. Oh God the sounds this thing made once you pulled out and thrusted back in. You weren't in your right mind. You couldn't have been. The wet slapping of your body against the slime, the squelching of your cock sliding in and out of the hole you'd mercilessly fucked into its side, the sheer degeneracy of using a creature half your size to pleasure yourself as if it was a fucktoy. You railed the little shit until your cock head was getting caught inside its spongy core. You threw your head back in pleasure as you blew everything you had into the dumbass you had pinned to the ground. You were taking this to your grave.

Content: Obsessive male reader

Content Warnings: Obsession, mention of rape, degrading names

Context: An old WIP inspired by my warped concept of love

You loved her. Just the thought of her had you leaking precum, making a mess in your pants. You loved her so fucking much that you hated her.

You wanted to revenge-fuck her for what she'd done to you. For the state just the thought of her left you in. You wanted her crying and begging you to stop because it hurt and you'd just keep fucking her until she's fucked too stupid to do anything but lay there and take it. You'd make her cum on your dick whether she liked it or not because that's exactly what a stupid slut like her deserved.

God she was so fucking perfect. You'd skip classes just to follow her her around the school, catching up on the recorded lectures later. Your cock would strain in your pants as you watched her, only ever from a distance. If you ever came too close to her, you might not be able to control yourself.

And you hated her for that. You hated how hard she made it to resist. How everything she did made you sick from butterflies. How you had to settle for your hand because she wouldn't understand how much you loved her.

Thinking about writing fics for male reader. PM me if you want me to write something for you.

LOVE’S LITTLE DAGGER. KTH / M!READER

summary. taehyung hates your guts, so you rearrange his. maybe he likes it more than he should.

wc. 3.6k

tags. smut | (eventually) sub bottom!tae, dom top!reader, playboy!tae, unprotected sex, brat taming (?), overstimulation (implied), teasing, handjobs, choking, shotgunning (position, i think?), they’re both very verbal and annoying, use of “puppy” and a couple mentions of “whore” (tae receiving) so maybe a bit of degradation

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DON'T BE A TEASE ! — m!reader

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 :: guido mista

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 :: gunplay(?) the gun isn't loaded though, bad sex pun(s?)

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 :: pew pew, pass pass! technically, reader's gender isn't at all specified, but mista uses the masculine term for bastard in italian at the end.

minors dni 18+ content ahead

mista tensed up at the feeling of his back against the cool sheets on the bed that you so effortlessly pinned him to. you could see in his obsidian eyes that he wanted you to kiss him—so you did. he resisted at first but gave in to his desires after a few seconds. the kiss became a heated battle for dominance—which you quickly won due to your vast experience. your kisses, no matter how much he could try to prepare, would always have him melting like butter on a hot sunday afternoon.

eventually, mista had to break the kiss to take a breath, and it was then that he noticed his revolver in your hand. he gave you a questioning look as if to ask what you were planning to do with his gun. last he checked it wasn't loaded—but that did little to help his confusion, if not confusing him even more. guido had very little time to think about it before he felt the barrel against his cock, which he only just now realized was full mast.

“oh my. looks like one of your pistols were loaded, after all.” you say, chuckling softly at guido's reaction. his face only seemed to gradually redden as he looked up at you. “as many times as we've done this, it's funny how you still get embarrassed.” you traced the outline of his bulge with the gun, watching in amusement as his cock twitched in his leather pants.

“it's embarrassing because you tease too much–” mista mumbled, looking away from you. “you know how much it turns me on when you do these things..”

you set the gun down on the nightstand beside you before standing up. mista once again looked up at you, confused. you gestured towards the clock on the nightstand, hoping he'd get it—but of course, he didn't. “i have a meeting to attend in about an hour. i don't know when i'll be back, so i'll just leave you to.. take care of mini mista.” you say, grabbing your coat from a nearby chair, slinging it over your shoulder, and heading for the door.

“bastardo– if you're gonna start something, then finish it!” the other man exclaimed, clearly annoyed as this wasn't the first time you've teased him—only to leave him hanging before you got to the good part. “i hate you.” he mumbled.

“love you too, guido.”

BOTTOM CAESAR ZEPPELI HEADCANONS — m!reader

sorry this is short. i accidentally deleted the original draft, and wrote down whatever i could remember.

minors dni — 18+ content below

he's very skilled with his tongue. and he knows it.

he takes pride in the noises he hears you make as he deepthroats you. sometimes he'd rather have you fuck his mouth- he loves when you violate him.

caesar is loud. unless you cover his mouth or put something in it, he's going to have people thinking that he's being tortured.

speaking of torture..

when he misbehaves, you'll tell him that you won't fuck him until his behavior improved. he thinks you're joking until about two days pass, and you haven't even so much as touched him-

caesar is a stubborn man, so he uses the toys he has hidden away, but they don't satisfy him the way you do.

after about three days, he gives in. you don't forgive him until after you've edged him to the point where he starts to cry and babble apologies.

his nipples are sensitive, too. if you tease them while fucking caesar, it doesn't take long for him to cum. for this reason, he tends to try to hide them even though he loves how you play with his tits.

on the topic of tits..

his pecs jiggle when you fuck him. more specifically when he's riding you. his cock twitches whenever you stare at them.

whenever you massage his breasts, he gets hard immediately. he secretly wishes he could lactate so he could breastfeed you. or maybe have him become your cow slut.

hi ! 🤍🖤 this is a new blog, i usually just lurk on here but i've decided to open my own page and try writing for skz ! there's a lack of m!reader fics on here, so i'll try my best to fill the gap :salute: feel free to request anything with m!reader - cis or trans, doesn't matter to me . read under the cut to see a little more what to expect from my page!

what i will ABSOLUTELY write about:

- anything bang chan (especially sub!chan)

- threesomes with any pairing !

- headcanons about the members

what i probably won't write about:

- dubcon, 1ncest, huge age gap, etc. - all uncomfy

- almost anything is allowed ! i will update this list if anything comes up

< about time >

pairing:: bang chan x older male reader genre:: smut // fluff - - minors dni!! word count:: 2.9k summary:: you’re an overworked college student and your best friend, bang chan, is a famous kpop idol. he’s constantly busy and you haven’t seen him in months. he surprises you with a visit late one night, and scenes in the movie you watch sparks a flame you didn’t know existed between you two. warnings:: smut !!! unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), slight d / s dynamic, dirty talk, praise, slight pet play if you squint, swearing, petnames, age dynamic & honorifics, crying notes:: my first work on here :fingers-crossed: not entirely proofread either srry ;; i’ve actually never seen ‘about time,’ but i know vaguely what happens in it- bare with me if i get anything wrong ,,</3 i don’t know how to end stories i’m so sorry

it’s been a long day. you’ve been working on your homework all day- reading textbooks and taking notes, replying to insufferable classmates on discussion posts, studying for an upcoming test. all you want is someone to hold you, and nobody comes to mind.

that is, except for your best friend, chan.

he’s always there when you need him, but he's beyond busy. he’ll pick up every call within a ring or two, but never has time to talk more than five minutes. but he never forgets to text you good night, sleep well, to dream happy thoughts.

you groan, leaning back in your chair. would he come over if you asked? does he even have the time? is he even still in korea? you spiral and spiral until you eventually pick up your phone, deciding to find out for yourself.

he picks up before the first ring, a coarse voice filling your ear. “y/n? you okay? it’s 2am, sweetheart.” your heart aches at the petname.

“i- sorry. i’ve been up working on homework, i didn't mean to wake you up.” you whisper into the phone. chan laughs gently.

“i’ve been up. don't worry about me, it's just good to hear your voice.” a silence falls over you, registering his compliment. “you there?”

“yeah- yeah, sorry. just…” you bite your tongue. “i miss you, chan.” he sighs on the other end of the phone.

“i miss you too. look, how about… i wrap things up here, and come over?” your eyes widen.

“wait, really? can you even do that?” chan laughs again.

“of course i can, y/n. i don't have a schedule tomorrow, so i can do whatever i want tonight. would you like that?” chan teases.

“yes, please. i need you.” you bite your lip at your neediness. chan chuckles, and you hear a rustling on his end of the phone.

“you need me, baby boy? did i hear that right?” you groan, squeezing your eyes shut.

“that’s hyung to you, sir.” you correct.

“you're barely older than me! don't make me call you that.” chan whines.

“yeah, yeah. hurry up over there and come over, okay?” chan huffs playfully.

“okay. give me like thirty minutes, i'll head out right as i finish.” you smile, pursing your lips together at the thought of seeing him again.

“see you soon, channie.”

“see you soon, y/n-ie.”

---

it's almost exactly thirty minutes before you hear a knock at your door. you jump up, running to unlock it, greeted with your best friend dressed in all black.

“hi, channie.” you say softly, playing with the hem of your shirt. chan smiles, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“hi, hyung. i missed you.” chan whispers as you sigh, wrapping your arms around him, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. chan chuckles, squeezing you tighter. “you okay?” you shake your head.

“just… long day. needed to be around someone.” chan nods, caressing your back, holding you tight.

“i know, sweetheart. i’m here now, okay?” you bury your face deeper into his neck.

“okay.”

it feels like eternity, standing there in the atrium, hugging chan. but you wouldn't have it any other way. chan breaks the silence, clearing his throat.

“hyung, let's go to your room. you need to get some rest.” you groan, holding chan tighter.

“i'm not tired. i still have work i need to do, i’m so behind and-”

“hey, hey.” chan pulls away, holding your shoulders at an arm’s distance. “don't worry about all that. just get some rest, with me, yeah?” chan cups your face in his hand, caressing your cheek. you lean into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut.

“okay.. fine.” you give up, melting into chan’s touch. chan giggles, moving a hand from your shoulder down to your hand.

“that’s my hyungie.” chan praises, leading you up to your bedroom. 

once you get there, you sit against the headboard of the bed, pulling a blanket over your lower half. “let me help you.” chan offers, sitting beside you and gently pulling the blanket over both of you. “we can watch a movie or something if you want?” chan suggests, snuggling closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and laying his head on your shoulder.

“we can watch something, i'm okay with that.” you lay your head against chan's head, closing your eyes and sighing softly. chan moves a hand to your thigh, caressing it softly.

“alright, anything in particular you want to watch?” chan asks, rubbing small circles on your thigh, feeling your breathing slow down. “or should we pick something together?” chan hums, enjoying the warmth of your body against his.

“what was that movie you watched with stay the other day?” you ask. “i was busy when you watched it, so i never got to see it.”

“oh- about time?” chan blushes. “that’s like my favorite movie. i’d so be okay with watching that again.” you smile, reaching for the remote and turning on the tv. you pull up the movie and press play, chan’s thigh against yours, his hand caressing your skin.

the two of you enjoy the movie, cuddling and leaning against each other. about halfway through, a sex scene pops up on the screen, shocking you. you purse your lips, trying to focus on the screen, instead of the hand on your bare thigh. chan continues caressing your skin, seemingly unbothered by the scene on the tv.

“hyung.” chan whispers, moving his hand closer to your inner thigh. “i’ll stop if you tell me to.” you shake your head, eyes falling down to the blankets, covering chan’s hand.

“it’s.. it’s okay.” chan hums, continuing to stroke your thigh, matching the rhythm of the movie's steamy scene. he keeps his gaze on the screen, as you bite your lip and refuse to look up. chan slowly snakes his hand up your inner thigh, dangerously close to your crotch. chan nuzzles his face against your shoulder, as you bite back a whimper.

“hyung...” chan murmurs, turning to you, stopping his hand right above your growing bulge. “do you want me to stop?” his voice trembles, his breath warm against your neck.

you shake your head. “no, i… please keep going.” the movie forgotten, you purse your lips together, turning away from chan from embarrassment.

“good boy.” chan praises, his heart pounding out of his chest. he slides his hand up to your clothed erection, palming it gently through your shorts. chan presses a soft kiss to the side of your neck, slipping a hand under your shorts and cupping your length over your underwear. you whimper, squeezing your eyes closed.

“channie…”

“shh, it’s okay, hyung. i’ve got you.” chan reassures, stroking your erection through your underwear. he presses soft kisses down your neck, nibbling gentle marks into your skin. “so fucking hot for me, yeah?” chan teases, increasing the pressure slightly.

“shit…” you bite back a moan, looking down at where chan is touching you.

“i know, baby.” chan coos, feeling you twitch beneath his touch. “i want to make you feel good, okay?” chan whispers, sliding his hand inside your underwear and gripping you gently. “is this okay?” he asks, his own erection straining against his pants.

“yes, yes, please, channie.” you beg, your dick twitching in chan’s hold. you shift the blanket, moving it off your crotch so you can watch him touch you. the cold air is a welcome feeling, as chan’s hand is so warm against you.

“fuck, hyung.” chan gasps, his eyes widening at the sight of your hardened length. he takes a deep breath, leaning down and taking you into his mouth.

“chris! oh, fuck.” you buck up into his mouth at the sudden feeling, his mouth warm and tight around your cock. chan chuckles around you at the use of his real name, as he moves a hand down to play with your balls gently.

chan hums around you, sucking harder, his tongue dancing along your shaft. chan caresses your balls gently, eliciting another whimper from you. “you taste so good.” he lifts off your cock to breathe, then dives back in, swallowing your length fully and bobbing his head rhythmically.

“channie, oh my god.” you bury a hand in his hair, just petting it, not trying to force him to stay down on your cock. you throw your head back, whimpering as chan swallows around you.

“i’m not stopping, hyung.” chan promises, leaning back down, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks you deep. chan releases your balls, gripping your thighs tightly, hard enough to leave marks. “cum in my mouth, hyung.” he begs. chan increases his pace, sucking harder and bobbing quicker, his saliva dripping down your shaft. he takes you fully in his mouth, his nose brushing against your pubic bone. you hold back a loud moan and bite your bottom lip. 

“close, channie. so close.” chan nods, swallowing around you, humming gently. a hot flash runs through your body, your hips bucking involuntarily into chan’s mouth. you come with a loud groan, filling chan’s mouth with your warm seed. you shake through your orgasm, your body going weak and your head falling back against the headboard. you pant, petting chan’s hair as he gently sucks you clean.

“there you go, baby.” chan praises, swallowing your cum and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. he presses a kiss to the side of your cock, humming happily. “are you alright?” chan asks, looking up, concern in his voice. you nod, visibly exhausted, opening your eyes slowly to see a red-faced chan with a crooked smile, his mouth slightly open.

“i- thank you, chan. that was…” chan giggles, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

“anytime, hyungie.” chan smiles, his heart racing. he sits closer to you, pulling you into a hug. “how do you feel?” he asks, his erection hard against your hip. you blush, leaning into his hug, shifting so your hip brushes against his bulge. chan whimpers, burying his face into your neck.

“i’m okay… what about you, channie? can i help you?” you whisper, caressing his inner thigh. chan whines, breathing heavily against your neck.

“hyung...” chan stammers, his erection pulsating against your hip. “i want to fuck you.” he confesses, his voice barely audible. “but only if you're okay with that.” he adds, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

“oh, god.” you throw your head back in shock. “i want nothing more than that. please?” you plead and chan lets go of you, throwing the blankets off you both, sitting in front of you. he carefully guides you to lay on your back, your head against the pillow. chan giggles, slipping your shorts and underwear off your legs, leaving you alone in your shirt. chan slips off his shirt, revealing his perfectly toned body. you purse your lips together, admiring his body. “you’re so beautiful, chris.” chan blushes, looking away, covering his face with his hands.

“stoppp… i’m not.. i’m not beautiful.” you pull chan down, his legs kneeling on either side of your torso. you cup chan’s face with one of your hands, the other placed on his chest.

“you’re perfect, in every way. you’re so, so, pretty, christopher.” chan whines, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his face flushed red. “i mean it, baby. you’re so beautiful.” chan groans, pulling himself up.

“okay, okay, i get it, you’re in love with me.” chan teases, kneeling on his shins, slipping out of his shorts and underwear. you tilt your head to the side, admiring chan’s body.

“you’re not wrong. i’ve kinda always been in love with you, chris.” chan stops in his tracks, making eye contact with you.

“i… i love you too, hyung.” chan mumbles, his heart overflowing with emotion. he looks down, pumping his cock twice, his tip wet with precum.

you melt, reaching your hand out to hold chan’s. “so pretty, channie.” chan shakes his head, shy, taking your hand into his.

“hyung…” chan whimpers, his eyes locked on yours. he positions himself between your legs, his tip pressing against your entrance. “are you sure?” he asks, his voice shaking. you nod.

“i’m sure, channie. i’m good, go ahead.” you squeeze chan’s hand. chan takes a deep breath, pushing in slowly, hissing as he feels the tightness of your entrance. he stops, waiting for you to adjust. 

“you okay?” he asks, his face flushed. you squeeze your eyes shut, gripping chan’s hand tightly.

“so- so big, channie.”

“sorry, hyungie.” chan apologizes, pulling out slightly and slowly pushes in again, a little further this time. “i’ll be gentle, i promise.” he whispers, his eyes locked on your face. you purse your lips together, gripping chan’s hand as tight as you can.

“it’s okay- ah,” you whimper. “you can go deeper. i can take it.” chan nods, thrusting slightly deeper, eyes blown wide at the sensation.

“fuck, you’re so tight, hyung.” he groans, starting a gentle pace, rocking back and forth out of you. you throw your head back at the burn, squeezing chan’s hand at every thrust. he squeezes back gently.

“puppy, feels so good.”

you can feel chan twitch inside of you, and he collapses onto your chest. he breathes heavily, holding your hand tight, stalling the movement of his hips.

“call me that again.” you chuckle, slipping your free hand into his hair.

“what..? puppy?” chan whines, burying his face into your shirt. he ruts up into you involuntarily, groaning as he pushes deeper into you.

“you’re driving me crazy, hyung.” his thrusts pick up again, going deeper every time. you softly pull his hair, groaning at the wonderful mix of pleasure and pain.

“just like that, puppy, you’re doing so well.” chan gasps into your shirt, his pace growing frantic. he fucks you harder, his free hand gripping your hip tightly. you moan loudly, eyes blown wide, watching chan fall apart on top of you.

“i’m- fuck, i’ll cum if you keep calling me that.” he bites the fabric of your shirt, his dick twitching inside of you as he ruts deeper into you. you squeeze his hand, pulling his hair so he lifts his head. chan looks up at you with teary eyes, a pout on his lips. you pull him closer, kissing him gently, your tongue running over his bottom lip. chan whimpers into the kiss, his dick throbbing inside of you. he slips his tongue inside your mouth, matching the frantic movement of his hips. he bites gently at your bottom lip, licking into you hungrily.

“good boy,” you whisper between kisses. “just like that, puppy.” you suck on chan’s tongue, squeezing his hand. chan moans into your mouth, his thrusts becoming sloppy. he fucks you harder, feeling his orgasm building up.

“hyung!” chan cries out, holding your waist tightly. he gasps between kisses.

“come on, puppy, you’ve got it.” you praise, kissing his nose. “come for me, pretty boy.”

chan chokes out a sob, arching his back, releasing into you. he kisses you hungrily, riding out his high. “i love you, hyung.” he whimpers, spilling his seed into you, pumping it deeper. you pet his hair gently, letting go of his hand. you cup his face, caressing his cheek, wiping a stray tear off his face.

“you did so well for me, puppy. i love you so much.” chan nuzzles his face into your hand, quietly letting the tears fall. “hey, hey, are you okay..?” you panic, frantically wiping his tears with both hands. chan nods in your hands, taking a deep breath.

“yeah, i’m sorry, just…” chan wipes his own tears away, embarrassed. he buries his face into your chest, murmuring. “just overwhelmed.” his voice cracks. your heart aches.

“i know, baby. i’ve got you.” you hold him closer, petting his hair and kissing his scalp. chan whimpers, holding onto you tightly. he lays on top of you, panting heavily, trying to catch his breath.

“you made me feel so good, hyung. thank you.” he mumbles into your shirt. you chuckle, tilting his head up by his chin to meet your eyes.

“anytime, channie. that was perfect.” you kiss chan’s nose. he giggles, kissing your lips tenderly. he smiles into the kiss, burying his face into your neck.

“thank you, hyung.” he whispers, nuzzling his face against your skin. you squeeze chan in your arms, sighing contentedly.

“i’ll hold you as long as you need, but we need to clean up soon, baby.” you caress his back, skating your fingertips along his muscles. chan shivers, snuggling into your embrace. he nods slightly, then slowly sits up, slipping out of you with a groan.

“we- we should clean up now, i think.” you nod, sitting up, wincing as globs of chan’s cum spill out of you onto the bedsheets. you chuckle, looking down at the blankets. 

“we’re gonna have to do laundry, too.” chan giggles, helping you up to your feet, kissing your shoulder.

“let’s do that tomorrow, yeah? for now…” chan pulls you in for a passionate kiss. “let’s take a shower, okay?” he whispers against your lips. you nod, rubbing your nose against his.

“good idea, pup.” chan blushes, covering his face with his hand.

“stoppp it, hyung.” he whines, turning away and heading towards the bathroom as you follow closely behind, knowing that tonight is nowhere near over.

oh my gawd... thank u guys so much for 100 likes <//3 .. that means the world to me u don't understand ㅠㅠ i'm working on some anon requests so look out for those in the next week ! i'm wrapping up my finals so it'll take a little bit, but i'm putting my all into every request :fingerscrossed: again, my asks are open, so feel free to send in anything ! ty again <333

< about time >

pairing:: bang chan x older male reader genre:: smut // fluff - - minors dni!! word count:: 2.9k summary:: you’re an overworked college student and your best friend, bang chan, is a famous kpop idol. he’s constantly busy and you haven’t seen him in months. he surprises you with a visit late one night, and scenes in the movie you watch sparks a flame you didn’t know existed between you two. warnings:: smut !!! unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), slight d / s dynamic, dirty talk, praise, slight pet play if you squint, swearing, petnames, age dynamic & honorifics, crying notes:: my first work on here :fingers-crossed: not entirely proofread either srry ;; i’ve actually never seen ‘about time,’ but i know vaguely what happens in it- bare with me if i get anything wrong ,,</3 i don’t know how to end stories i’m so sorry

it’s been a long day. you’ve been working on your homework all day- reading textbooks and taking notes, replying to insufferable classmates on discussion posts, studying for an upcoming test. all you want is someone to hold you, and nobody comes to mind.

that is, except for your best friend, chan.

he’s always there when you need him, but he's beyond busy. he’ll pick up every call within a ring or two, but never has time to talk more than five minutes. but he never forgets to text you good night, sleep well, to dream happy thoughts.

you groan, leaning back in your chair. would he come over if you asked? does he even have the time? is he even still in korea? you spiral and spiral until you eventually pick up your phone, deciding to find out for yourself.

he picks up before the first ring, a coarse voice filling your ear. “y/n? you okay? it’s 2am, sweetheart.” your heart aches at the petname.

“i- sorry. i’ve been up working on homework, i didn't mean to wake you up.” you whisper into the phone. chan laughs gently.

“i’ve been up. don't worry about me, it's just good to hear your voice.” a silence falls over you, registering his compliment. “you there?”

“yeah- yeah, sorry. just…” you bite your tongue. “i miss you, chan.” he sighs on the other end of the phone.

“i miss you too. look, how about… i wrap things up here, and come over?” your eyes widen.

“wait, really? can you even do that?” chan laughs again.

“of course i can, y/n. i don't have a schedule tomorrow, so i can do whatever i want tonight. would you like that?” chan teases.

“yes, please. i need you.” you bite your lip at your neediness. chan chuckles, and you hear a rustling on his end of the phone.

“you need me, baby boy? did i hear that right?” you groan, squeezing your eyes shut.

“that’s hyung to you, sir.” you correct.

“you're barely older than me! don't make me call you that.” chan whines.

“yeah, yeah. hurry up over there and come over, okay?” chan huffs playfully.

“okay. give me like thirty minutes, i'll head out right as i finish.” you smile, pursing your lips together at the thought of seeing him again.

“see you soon, channie.”

“see you soon, y/n-ie.”

---

it's almost exactly thirty minutes before you hear a knock at your door. you jump up, running to unlock it, greeted with your best friend dressed in all black.

“hi, channie.” you say softly, playing with the hem of your shirt. chan smiles, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“hi, hyung. i missed you.” chan whispers as you sigh, wrapping your arms around him, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. chan chuckles, squeezing you tighter. “you okay?” you shake your head.

“just… long day. needed to be around someone.” chan nods, caressing your back, holding you tight.

“i know, sweetheart. i’m here now, okay?” you bury your face deeper into his neck.

“okay.”

it feels like eternity, standing there in the atrium, hugging chan. but you wouldn't have it any other way. chan breaks the silence, clearing his throat.

“hyung, let's go to your room. you need to get some rest.” you groan, holding chan tighter.

“i'm not tired. i still have work i need to do, i’m so behind and-”

“hey, hey.” chan pulls away, holding your shoulders at an arm’s distance. “don't worry about all that. just get some rest, with me, yeah?” chan cups your face in his hand, caressing your cheek. you lean into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut.

“okay.. fine.” you give up, melting into chan’s touch. chan giggles, moving a hand from your shoulder down to your hand.

“that’s my hyungie.” chan praises, leading you up to your bedroom. 

once you get there, you sit against the headboard of the bed, pulling a blanket over your lower half. “let me help you.” chan offers, sitting beside you and gently pulling the blanket over both of you. “we can watch a movie or something if you want?” chan suggests, snuggling closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and laying his head on your shoulder.

“we can watch something, i'm okay with that.” you lay your head against chan's head, closing your eyes and sighing softly. chan moves a hand to your thigh, caressing it softly.

“alright, anything in particular you want to watch?” chan asks, rubbing small circles on your thigh, feeling your breathing slow down. “or should we pick something together?” chan hums, enjoying the warmth of your body against his.

“what was that movie you watched with stay the other day?” you ask. “i was busy when you watched it, so i never got to see it.”

“oh- about time?” chan blushes. “that’s like my favorite movie. i’d so be okay with watching that again.” you smile, reaching for the remote and turning on the tv. you pull up the movie and press play, chan’s thigh against yours, his hand caressing your skin.

the two of you enjoy the movie, cuddling and leaning against each other. about halfway through, a sex scene pops up on the screen, shocking you. you purse your lips, trying to focus on the screen, instead of the hand on your bare thigh. chan continues caressing your skin, seemingly unbothered by the scene on the tv.

“hyung.” chan whispers, moving his hand closer to your inner thigh. “i’ll stop if you tell me to.” you shake your head, eyes falling down to the blankets, covering chan’s hand.

“it’s.. it’s okay.” chan hums, continuing to stroke your thigh, matching the rhythm of the movie's steamy scene. he keeps his gaze on the screen, as you bite your lip and refuse to look up. chan slowly snakes his hand up your inner thigh, dangerously close to your crotch. chan nuzzles his face against your shoulder, as you bite back a whimper.

“hyung...” chan murmurs, turning to you, stopping his hand right above your growing bulge. “do you want me to stop?” his voice trembles, his breath warm against your neck.

you shake your head. “no, i… please keep going.” the movie forgotten, you purse your lips together, turning away from chan from embarrassment.

“good boy.” chan praises, his heart pounding out of his chest. he slides his hand up to your clothed erection, palming it gently through your shorts. chan presses a soft kiss to the side of your neck, slipping a hand under your shorts and cupping your length over your underwear. you whimper, squeezing your eyes closed.

“channie…”

“shh, it’s okay, hyung. i’ve got you.” chan reassures, stroking your erection through your underwear. he presses soft kisses down your neck, nibbling gentle marks into your skin. “so fucking hot for me, yeah?” chan teases, increasing the pressure slightly.

“shit…” you bite back a moan, looking down at where chan is touching you.

“i know, baby.” chan coos, feeling you twitch beneath his touch. “i want to make you feel good, okay?” chan whispers, sliding his hand inside your underwear and gripping you gently. “is this okay?” he asks, his own erection straining against his pants.

“yes, yes, please, channie.” you beg, your dick twitching in chan’s hold. you shift the blanket, moving it off your crotch so you can watch him touch you. the cold air is a welcome feeling, as chan’s hand is so warm against you.

“fuck, hyung.” chan gasps, his eyes widening at the sight of your hardened length. he takes a deep breath, leaning down and taking you into his mouth.

“chris! oh, fuck.” you buck up into his mouth at the sudden feeling, his mouth warm and tight around your cock. chan chuckles around you at the use of his real name, as he moves a hand down to play with your balls gently.

chan hums around you, sucking harder, his tongue dancing along your shaft. chan caresses your balls gently, eliciting another whimper from you. “you taste so good.” he lifts off your cock to breathe, then dives back in, swallowing your length fully and bobbing his head rhythmically.

“channie, oh my god.” you bury a hand in his hair, just petting it, not trying to force him to stay down on your cock. you throw your head back, whimpering as chan swallows around you.

“i’m not stopping, hyung.” chan promises, leaning back down, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks you deep. chan releases your balls, gripping your thighs tightly, hard enough to leave marks. “cum in my mouth, hyung.” he begs. chan increases his pace, sucking harder and bobbing quicker, his saliva dripping down your shaft. he takes you fully in his mouth, his nose brushing against your pubic bone. you hold back a loud moan and bite your bottom lip. 

“close, channie. so close.” chan nods, swallowing around you, humming gently. a hot flash runs through your body, your hips bucking involuntarily into chan’s mouth. you come with a loud groan, filling chan’s mouth with your warm seed. you shake through your orgasm, your body going weak and your head falling back against the headboard. you pant, petting chan’s hair as he gently sucks you clean.

“there you go, baby.” chan praises, swallowing your cum and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. he presses a kiss to the side of your cock, humming happily. “are you alright?” chan asks, looking up, concern in his voice. you nod, visibly exhausted, opening your eyes slowly to see a red-faced chan with a crooked smile, his mouth slightly open.

“i- thank you, chan. that was…” chan giggles, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

“anytime, hyungie.” chan smiles, his heart racing. he sits closer to you, pulling you into a hug. “how do you feel?” he asks, his erection hard against your hip. you blush, leaning into his hug, shifting so your hip brushes against his bulge. chan whimpers, burying his face into your neck.

“i’m okay… what about you, channie? can i help you?” you whisper, caressing his inner thigh. chan whines, breathing heavily against your neck.

“hyung...” chan stammers, his erection pulsating against your hip. “i want to fuck you.” he confesses, his voice barely audible. “but only if you're okay with that.” he adds, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

“oh, god.” you throw your head back in shock. “i want nothing more than that. please?” you plead and chan lets go of you, throwing the blankets off you both, sitting in front of you. he carefully guides you to lay on your back, your head against the pillow. chan giggles, slipping your shorts and underwear off your legs, leaving you alone in your shirt. chan slips off his shirt, revealing his perfectly toned body. you purse your lips together, admiring his body. “you’re so beautiful, chris.” chan blushes, looking away, covering his face with his hands.

“stoppp… i’m not.. i’m not beautiful.” you pull chan down, his legs kneeling on either side of your torso. you cup chan’s face with one of your hands, the other placed on his chest.

“you’re perfect, in every way. you’re so, so, pretty, christopher.” chan whines, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his face flushed red. “i mean it, baby. you’re so beautiful.” chan groans, pulling himself up.

“okay, okay, i get it, you’re in love with me.” chan teases, kneeling on his shins, slipping out of his shorts and underwear. you tilt your head to the side, admiring chan’s body.

“you’re not wrong. i’ve kinda always been in love with you, chris.” chan stops in his tracks, making eye contact with you.

“i… i love you too, hyung.” chan mumbles, his heart overflowing with emotion. he looks down, pumping his cock twice, his tip wet with precum.

you melt, reaching your hand out to hold chan’s. “so pretty, channie.” chan shakes his head, shy, taking your hand into his.

“hyung…” chan whimpers, his eyes locked on yours. he positions himself between your legs, his tip pressing against your entrance. “are you sure?” he asks, his voice shaking. you nod.

“i’m sure, channie. i’m good, go ahead.” you squeeze chan’s hand. chan takes a deep breath, pushing in slowly, hissing as he feels the tightness of your entrance. he stops, waiting for you to adjust. 

“you okay?” he asks, his face flushed. you squeeze your eyes shut, gripping chan’s hand tightly.

“so- so big, channie.”

“sorry, hyungie.” chan apologizes, pulling out slightly and slowly pushes in again, a little further this time. “i’ll be gentle, i promise.” he whispers, his eyes locked on your face. you purse your lips together, gripping chan’s hand as tight as you can.

“it’s okay- ah,” you whimper. “you can go deeper. i can take it.” chan nods, thrusting slightly deeper, eyes blown wide at the sensation.

“fuck, you’re so tight, hyung.” he groans, starting a gentle pace, rocking back and forth out of you. you throw your head back at the burn, squeezing chan’s hand at every thrust. he squeezes back gently.

“puppy, feels so good.”

you can feel chan twitch inside of you, and he collapses onto your chest. he breathes heavily, holding your hand tight, stalling the movement of his hips.

“call me that again.” you chuckle, slipping your free hand into his hair.

“what..? puppy?” chan whines, burying his face into your shirt. he ruts up into you involuntarily, groaning as he pushes deeper into you.

“you’re driving me crazy, hyung.” his thrusts pick up again, going deeper every time. you softly pull his hair, groaning at the wonderful mix of pleasure and pain.

“just like that, puppy, you’re doing so well.” chan gasps into your shirt, his pace growing frantic. he fucks you harder, his free hand gripping your hip tightly. you moan loudly, eyes blown wide, watching chan fall apart on top of you.

“i’m- fuck, i’ll cum if you keep calling me that.” he bites the fabric of your shirt, his dick twitching inside of you as he ruts deeper into you. you squeeze his hand, pulling his hair so he lifts his head. chan looks up at you with teary eyes, a pout on his lips. you pull him closer, kissing him gently, your tongue running over his bottom lip. chan whimpers into the kiss, his dick throbbing inside of you. he slips his tongue inside your mouth, matching the frantic movement of his hips. he bites gently at your bottom lip, licking into you hungrily.

“good boy,” you whisper between kisses. “just like that, puppy.” you suck on chan’s tongue, squeezing his hand. chan moans into your mouth, his thrusts becoming sloppy. he fucks you harder, feeling his orgasm building up.

“hyung!” chan cries out, holding your waist tightly. he gasps between kisses.

“come on, puppy, you’ve got it.” you praise, kissing his nose. “come for me, pretty boy.”

chan chokes out a sob, arching his back, releasing into you. he kisses you hungrily, riding out his high. “i love you, hyung.” he whimpers, spilling his seed into you, pumping it deeper. you pet his hair gently, letting go of his hand. you cup his face, caressing his cheek, wiping a stray tear off his face.

“you did so well for me, puppy. i love you so much.” chan nuzzles his face into your hand, quietly letting the tears fall. “hey, hey, are you okay..?” you panic, frantically wiping his tears with both hands. chan nods in your hands, taking a deep breath.

“yeah, i’m sorry, just…” chan wipes his own tears away, embarrassed. he buries his face into your chest, murmuring. “just overwhelmed.” his voice cracks. your heart aches.

“i know, baby. i’ve got you.” you hold him closer, petting his hair and kissing his scalp. chan whimpers, holding onto you tightly. he lays on top of you, panting heavily, trying to catch his breath.

“you made me feel so good, hyung. thank you.” he mumbles into your shirt. you chuckle, tilting his head up by his chin to meet your eyes.

“anytime, channie. that was perfect.” you kiss chan’s nose. he giggles, kissing your lips tenderly. he smiles into the kiss, burying his face into your neck.

“thank you, hyung.” he whispers, nuzzling his face against your skin. you squeeze chan in your arms, sighing contentedly.

“i’ll hold you as long as you need, but we need to clean up soon, baby.” you caress his back, skating your fingertips along his muscles. chan shivers, snuggling into your embrace. he nods slightly, then slowly sits up, slipping out of you with a groan.

“we- we should clean up now, i think.” you nod, sitting up, wincing as globs of chan’s cum spill out of you onto the bedsheets. you chuckle, looking down at the blankets. 

“we’re gonna have to do laundry, too.” chan giggles, helping you up to your feet, kissing your shoulder.

“let’s do that tomorrow, yeah? for now…” chan pulls you in for a passionate kiss. “let’s take a shower, okay?” he whispers against your lips. you nod, rubbing your nose against his.

“good idea, pup.” chan blushes, covering his face with his hand.

“stoppp it, hyung.” he whines, turning away and heading towards the bathroom as you follow closely behind, knowing that tonight is nowhere near over.

a male reader blog gbless... what headcanons (fluffy and/or nsfw) do you have about bang chan dating a feminine guy? i rly love pink and skirts and chunky high heels so i want to project!!!

notes:: hihi! this is so cute, i think he would absolutely love having a partner who loves to dress up and be cute with him <//3 ty for the request :pray:

bang chan having feminine male partner headcanons !!

< sfw >

oh. . . he is so whipped for you, don’t even let him get started !

he loves it when you dress up for him, be that in a frilly skirt or a short sundress, he can’t keep his eyes off you

he helped you build a little display cabinet for all your platforms and high heels so you can choose from them every time you go out

he does your makeup for you sometimes, getting flustered when you watch him intently

“ don’t – don’t look at me like that.. ” he blushes, hiding his face from you.

when you close your eyes to let him do your eye makeup, he gets distracted 

he just falls in love all over again, cupping your face in his hands and gently kissing your cheeks, making you giggle

if you have long hair, he loves to braid it and help you wash it, loving the scent of your shampoo ;; he’ll lose himself playing with it, obsessed with how soft it is

and if you have short hair ! he still loves to run his hands through it, kissing your scalp and getting you cute clips to hold back your bangs

“ my pretty boy.. ” he buries his face in your hair. “ you smell so good, baby. ”

he loves buying you cute pink things for you, whether that be plushies or more clothes or his weekly flower run

if you’re shorter than him, he loves the height your heels and platforms give you, making it easier for him to kiss you

paints your nails for you with special little designs

calls you his prince and nuzzles his face into your cheek when he sees you after a while

“ baby boy, c’mere. ” he holds his arms out, pouting until you wrap your arms around him.

sits you on his lap while you watch a movie, resting his head on your shoulder

sneaks a hand on your ass when around your friends – he can’t help it !

if you’re younger than him, he loves to baby you and tease you about the age difference

if you’re older than him, he’s so so flustered by everything you do ;; he called you ‘noona’ once as a joke and it just stuck

“ noonaaa~ ” he whines, tugging at your skirt when you’re alone. “ come cuddle with channie.. please..? ”

< nsfw >

can’t keep his eyes off you no matter what ;; maintains eye contact the entire time

he’ll make you keep on your skirt, loving the way it bounces with every thrust

kisses every inch of your skin, leaving small marks all over

goes feral when you wear lingerie for him, his hands won’t let go of your body

“ fuck, baby, you’re so pretty for me. ” he groans as he trails his hands down your chest.

when you wear lipstick, he begs you to wrap your mouth around his cock

seeing the red stains littering his length drives him insane

he holds your hair back, biting his lip to hold back his ceaseless sounds

cums as soon as you look up at him through your eyelashes ;; he can’t handle seeing how pretty you are

“ oh my god – so good, can’t– baby boy, i’m coming– ” he throws his head back with a whimper.

when he tops, he quite literally loses his mind when you’re still all dressed up for him

put on a sundress ? he’ll fuck you until you can’t walk for a week

loves it when you ride him with a skirt on ;; he slips his hands under it and grips your hips, grinding you down on him

he makes you keep on your thigh-highs whenever you wear them, laying you down gently on your back and pushing your legs back against your chest as he rocks into you gently

“ just like that, beautiful, taking me so well. ” he whispers into the crook of your neck as he fucks you.

when you top, he’s a complete mess

he loses it when you rake your fingernails against him, leaving trails of pink on his pale skin

tries to hold back his noises but your rhythm shakes him up, crying out for you to keep going

reaches for your hand as you fuck him, squeezing and holding on tight

calls you hyung when you top – regardless of age – he wants to feel small compared to you

“ hyung, fuck – feel so full. ” he whimpers, holding your hand tightly. “ you’re so big, i’m losing it. ”

Let me take care of you

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Male Reader

Word count: 912

p.s. this was a request from the lovely @megamonstermuffin, I'm sorry it took so long, I'm in a bit of a creative block, but I plan to write a lot next month! in fact, I want to post a list of which fandons I write for, so stay tuned. and always remembering REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

They were tired, but Y/N particularly was exhausted. Being an Avenger was definitely not an easy task, especially when you're not a super soldier with enormous stamina and strength greater than most people.

Y/N knew how to handle himself of course, Doctor Strange didn't take him in as his apprentice just because the boy was kind, he took him in because he was very skilled with magic. But magic can be tiring, and very tiring.

Y/N and James opened the door to their newly rented apartment, they had been living together for a month. And almost two years they were together as a couple.

Him and Bucky together was something no one predicted, not even themselves, but it was one of the best things that could have happened to both of them. Y/N was lonely, he had already learned to fend for himself on the streets of New York for some time when Stephen Strange found him, Bucky was a man out of his time, and the recent “loss” of his best friend, Steve Rogers, it made him feel even more out of place.

The two were people who didn't fit into society very well, but they found the perfect fit in each other.

"Are you okay magic boy?" - Bucky asked as soon as they arrived home.

"You know I hate that nickname" - Y/N said.

"But you're really magical" - Bucky said giving his boyfriend a kiss

Y/N liked that side of Bucky, the side of him that flirted with the boy, that was romantic, flirtatious and playful, Bucky didn't show that side to everyone.

'But seriously, you look very tired, I know today was difficult for all of us." - Bucky said again.

"Well, I may be magical but I don't have the physical resistance of a super soldier, my love."

"Come, I'll draw a bath and make our dinner."

"Bucky, there's no need, I know you're tired too".

Bucky looked seriously at his boyfriend and placed his hands on his face.

"Let me take care of you, please?"

"How can I resist those big blue eyes? Alright, let's go."

Y/N was still getting used to having someone take care of him, he had forgotten what that was like, he spent so much time taking care of himself that sometimes when people offered to help him, he felt like he was bothering them.

Bucky smiled as he looked at his boyfriend, recognizing Y/N's reluctance to accept help. He knew that his boyfriend was used to taking care of himself, but he also wanted to show that he was there to share the burden of the difficulties.

While preparing a relaxing bath, Bucky took out his phone and connected a device to the speaker, his playlist of relaxing music started playing. Soft music began to fill the apartment, creating a serene atmosphere. After a while Bucky called for his boyfriend.

"Y/N, I know it's hard to accept help sometimes, but you're not bothering me. I want to do this for you. Let me take care of you today." - He asked once again with his big, asking blue eyes.

Y/N sighed, feeling the warmth of Bucky's words. He allowed himself to accept that affectionate gesture, something that was still new to him, even after so long of the relationship.

The bath was prepared with scented salts, creating an aromatic cloud that hovered in the air. Bucky helped Y/N undress and gently led him into the hot water. He sat next to his boyfriend, gently massaging his shoulders as the water washed over them.

"Relax, my love. I'll take care of everything tonight" - Bucky said, kissing the back of his boyfriend's head.

There was another thing that Y/N couldn't get used to, in the best way possible. Whenever he felt Bucky's touches it was like he was being transported directly to paradise. His boyfriend's lips were perfect against his skin, and the mixed sensation of a flesh arm and a metal arm was incredible.

Y/N allowed himself to close his eyes, leaning against Bucky's chest. The soft music and gentle touches helped soothe his tired mind and body.

After the shower, Bucky prepared a comforting meal, something simple and delicious that they both loved. They sat at the table, sharing laughter and conversation, enjoying each other's company.

After dinner, Bucky took Y/N in his arms and carried him to the couch. He covered them with a soft blanket as they watched a movie, cuddling and exchanging subtle touches.

As the night came to an end, Y/N snuggled into Bucky's arms, feeling loved and cared for. He fell asleep with a smile on his lips, silently thankful for having someone like Bucky by his side.

That night, Bucky took care of Y/N not just with gestures, but with all the love and affection he could offer, promising to be there for his beloved, no matter the circumstances.

Dick Grayson x Male reader

summary: reader is sick and Dick decides to stay and take care of him.

cw: fluff

word acount: 1.K

After a long and tiring night of work, you finally manage to leave and return home, to the comfort of your bed, however, what you didn't count on was a sudden change in the weather and a day that was sunny and warm, ended up becoming cold and rainy.

You walk through the streets completely soaked and disheveled, with the cold wind battering your face and chest. You try to walk as fast as you can, and finally, you reach your shared apartment with your boyfriend Dick.

You quickly took off your wet clothes and took a hot shower, eating everything you could find before going straight to bed, you were exhausted.

~ cut time ~

You wake up feeling awful, your entire body aching, hot, with a headache, and feeling nauseous. "Oh no," you think to yourself, "this can't be happening," as the thought of being sick had not crossed your mind, and you couldn't afford to miss work.

You try to get up, but fail miserably. "No, no, no," you whisper to yourself, "I can't be sick right now." Suddenly, the door to the bedroom opens, and you see Dick, your boyfriend, enter the room.

"Is everything okay?" Dick asks as he approaches you and pulls you into a hug. Suddenly, he draws back, exclaiming, "Oh crap, you're burning up!" He goes on to say, "I knew that rain you caught yesterday wouldn't do you any good. Don't move from here, I'll go get the thermometer." Before you know it, he's racing out of the room and towards the bathroom to grab the thermometer.

You make another attempt to get up, only to fail again. Your whole body ached. After a while, you finally give up and settle back onto the bed, awaiting Dick's return.

When he finally returns, he is holding a thermometer in one hand. "Here, take it, you must be sick," he says, as he approaches you. "Crap, I can't get sick, I have to work," you reply.

"Don't worry, I'll call your boss and tell him that you're sick and can't come in today. He'll understand." Dick says, before sitting down next to you and taking the thermometer. "Here, take this." Dick says, handing you the thermometer. You take it, place it in your mouth, and after a few minutes, it beeps.

"37.08°C!!" Dick exclaims. "Crap, your temperature's really high. Stay here, I'll go get the medicine." Before you can respond, he's running out of the room towards the bathroom and opening the cabinet to get the medicine box.

After a while, Dick returns with a glass of water and some pills in his hand. 'Here, take this,' he says, offering the pill to you. He continues, 'This will help lower your fever.' You reluctantly get up, take the pill, and wash it down with the glass of water to help it go down.

"Thanks," you say, making a slight face, before settling back into bed and pulling the sheets up over you. Suddenly, you feel the bed sink from the other side, and moments later, a pair of strong arms pull you close. It's Dick.

"What are you doing?" you ask, groggily, your voice raspy. "Helping my boyfriend feel better," Dick replies, with a smile. "Dick, you don't have to-" you begin, but Dick cuts you off by pulling you closer. "I insist," he says. "Besides, we can spend some quality time together. We haven't had a moment like this in a while," he adds, pulling you even closer.

"Thank you, I don't know what I'd do without you. You're the best boyfriend in the world." you say with a smile, causing Dick to let out a light laugh. "Get some rest," he says, placing a soft kiss on your head. "I'll be here by your side if you need anything. Love you."

The warmth of your bodies combining to create a comfortable and warm environment, you simply smile and begin to relax. so, in no time at all, you and Dick drift off into a deep sleep, snuggled up against each other. Without a doubt, he truly is 'the best boyfriend in the world'.

ac: this was bigger than I thought it would be 😭😭 so forgive me if it's too long, this is my second fanfic and I'm trying to get used to it. Thank you everyone for reading.

the new boy

paring : peter parke (tom holland) X male reader

genre : fluff

summary : Peter introduces the school to the new boy (you) and a friendship with something more begins to blossom.

You were slowly adapting to your new life since you moved with your mother and stepfather. Today was your first day in a new school, and while you were nervous, you were also excited to meet new people and make friends. As you entered the grounds of the school, a sweet-looking boy approached you.

He was smaller than you had imagined, wearing a shirt with a Star Wars design on it, he had brown hair, and seemed timid and kinda jittery, but in a cute way.

"Hey, uh... I just wanted to welcome you... I'm Peter... Peter Parker, and I've been here since first grade, and I'm considered a good student, so... they They I was asked to show you around and stuff..." he whispers "I'm really not sure what to say"

"Hey, eh… nice to meet you Peter, my name is Y/N… and as you probably know I… am new here…" you say with a brief smile.

Peter suddenly noticed he was lost in your smile. It was so radiant and expressive, like the light of the sun had been repressed and now radiating from your face. Peter was caught off-guard and blushed for a moment before becoming stunned, unable to avert his gaze. He was then able to recover himself and continue the conversation, avoiding the awkward moment.

"Well, uh... yeah, I guess I should introduce you to the school now, right?"

"Ah, yeah, sure, I would appreciate that." Peter nodded his head in affirmation "All right, follow me, I'll show you the classrooms and other areas of the school."

As you and Peter walked around the school, you had a blast chatting about all sorts of things you had in common. You discovered that both of you loved reading and collecting comic books about superheroes, building complex Lego sets and even playing similar video games.

You could feel a spark of friendship igniting between you, and it was so nice to have someone to talk to and forge bonds with over shared interests.

✁ ..time cut..

Finally, you two arrived at the end of the tour of the school. Peter had showed you all the classrooms, hallways and areas of the school. You realized that you two shared many interests and you were feeling more and more connected. It was now time for you to part ways, at least temporarily, since both of you had to head back to class.

“Well, I guess it's a temporary goodbye... I really enjoyed showing you around... and I really liked you... I mean... meeting you... sorry...” Peter says feeling his cheeks start to heat up "Okay that's cute" Peter squints his eyes and turns even redder than he was, you laugh a little at his reaction and then continue talking "I felt the same way, thank you for taking the time to do this” You say with a brief smile "You're welcome... well I should get to class. I hope to see you later!" Peter speaks with a small smile on his face.

Before parting ways with Peter, you quickly thought of something and called him. "Hey, hey, before we part ways, do you think we could go out to explore the city this weekend? I don't know much around here, so if you could go with me and show me some fun places... if you want, of course." Peter looked at you for a moment, seemingly a little surprised, then smiled and nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, sure, it's a great idea, I'd be happy to do that." Peter answered, with a big smile.

"Perfect," you say with a smile "Then... I guess I'll see you at lunch, right?" "Yeah, of course," Peter replies, nodding his head and giving a smile "I liked getting to know you Peter." You say with a smile "You're a cool guy." Peter felt a wave of warmth and happiness wash over his mind and heart "Ah, I..." he said, becoming even more flustered "I... I say the same, it was a pleasure getting to know you too, Y/N." Peter replied, smiling and unaware of just how red he was getting.

“See you at lunch, then," you say, glancing over your shoulder with a brief wave and turning to find your class. While Peter stands there, with an infatuated smile on his face, not realizing just how red he was getting.

It was certainly set to be more than just a great friendship between these two young boys.

ac : Sorry guys this was longer than I thought 😭😭 I hope you liked it ❤️‍🩹 who knows, we might have a second part of this story…

I hate liking you

paring : steve rogers x male reader

genre : angust and fluff?

word quotation : 1.078

summary : you think Steve hates you, then one day you decide to confront him and discover something else (much better)

You are part of The Avengers and somehow you get along with all the members, except one, Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America. You don’t know why, but whenever you try to interact with him, he avoids you or simply ignores you. Whenever you try to give an opinion on something, he simply arches his eyebrows and furrows his brow, sometimes simply ignoring you or disagreeing, as happened again this time.

You were in the conference room with the rest of the team discussing a strategy for defeating some monster or being that had come from another dimension in space. While some were talking about their strategy, you decided to share yours, but as soon as you spoke, Steve quickly countered saying it “wouldn’t work” and that it “could harm the entire team if this were done.” This left you silence for the rest of the meeting, only observing.

After the meeting, you waited for everyone to leave, leaving only you and Tony, who was your close friend. Tony noticed how bothered you were with what happened at the meeting and decided to speak up, “Your idea was good, but-“ Before Tony could finish, you cut him off, “I don’t understand what his problem is. It’s always like this, whenever I’m about to say something or whenever I’m about to give an opinion on something important, he simply dismisses me. I think he hates me.”

“Nah, he doesn’t hate you, he’s just a complicated guy to, uh…you know, he came from a different era than we’re in now,” Tony tries to reassure you. “I don’t think that’s the problem. I’ve seen the way he acts with everyone on the team, and I’m the only one he doesn’t get along with.” You speak with an indignant expression, shaking your leg in a frantic manner.

“I think you should talk to him, it’s better than coming to your own conclusions,” Tony says, trying to help you resolve whatever issue there might be between you and Steve. “You think I didn’t try? He either ignores me or makes it seem like it's no big deal… which it could be… but either way, I've tried talking to the guy, and he's clearly not open to talking to me."

"It doesn’t hurt to try one more time, try to catch him off guard, maybe a scare will make him talk,” Tony suggests in an ironic tone before standing up from his chair. "Come on, it's late, and a superhero needs to rest. Plus, I've still got some projects to finish.” You sigh before you stand up and pass through the door, giving him a soft “thanks” before you leave.

after that same day

You were already in bed trying to fall asleep, but what Tony had said was preventing you from having a peaceful night's rest. You shifted restlessly in bed, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, but none seemed to work. You then decided to go to the kitchen and make a hot milk to see if it would help you fall asleep.

You descend the stairs and walk a few more meters to reach the kitchen, only to notice that someone else was already there. The kitchen was completely dark, except for the light from the open fridge illuminating the robust figure standing with its back towards it, preparing some food.

You didn't have to try very hard to recognize who the figure was. It was Steve, and you quickly thought about going back to your room, but before you did, you remembered what Tony said - "catch him off guard" - and This was the perfect time.

You quickly and silently entered the kitchen, trying to make as little noise as possible as you approached Steve, who was too preoccupied with adding cinnamon to his own hot milk to notice you. Without hesitation, you called out to him, causing him to freeze and in a split second, grab his cup of milk and quickly move away from you.

Before he could move any further away from you, you instinctively grabbed hold of his arm and tugged him back towards you. It was unusual, considering he was a "super soldier" and you didn't have the same amount of strength as he did, but you didn't think about it too much as you now had him face to face and could ask your question.

"Why do you hate me?" you ask without any hesitation. "Why do you hate me, Rogers?" Steve is taken aback and tries to say something, but not much comes out. "What...I...what kind of a question is that?" You sigh and quickly say, "You didn't answer my question, why do you hate me? Why are you always avoiding me and ignoring everything I say? This definitely has an answer, Rogers, and I think I deserve to know."

You and Steve lock eyes for what feels like a million years, the tension between you palpable enough to be cut with a knife. Steve sighs before finally speaking, 'I don't...I don't hate you...I hate that I like you.' You stand there frozen and stunned until Steve speaks again, quicker this time. 'But I realize...that's not a problem.' In a split second, Steve closes the distance between you and he, your lips fitting together like two puzzle pieces.

The kiss is calm and passionate, and you make no attempt to draw away, so you remain there in the darkness of the kitchen, just illuminated by the light of the refrigerator, embracing each other and enjoying each other's company.

Hey guys, I really liked this, I was inspired by a part of a headcannon that I read from fear street, written by @mordredisacoolname , so I owe him all the credit ❤️‍🩹

Steve Rogers x Male Reader, the 'I Hate Liking You' story was amazing and we need a part 2, I need to know what happened after they both kiss.

Yes yes yes, of sure, I'm programming myself on this, a smut maybe?

Your Help

paring : peter parker (tom holland) x male reader

genre : angust and fluff

summary : peter needs your help after a mission

On an ordinary night, you were enjoying music in the comfort of your apartment, when you heard a knock on the window and soon after a voice calling your name. The voice was familiar, and you immediately recognized it. It was your boyfriend, Peter. "Hey? Y/N...? Can you please open here...?" Peter's voice sounded weak and tense, causing you to panic. Without hesitation, you ran to open the glass window, only to be greeted by a vision that shocked you deeply.

Peter's face was marked by bruises, his clothes torn and stained with blood, showing evidence of a previous combat, his heavy eyes showed the extreme pain he was going through. Despite the injuries, he gave a weak smile, desperately trying to mask his pain. He looked at you with a touch of hope and vulnerability, while he was there, leaning on the window. He didn't want you to worry, but it was clear that he was in serious trouble.

It was evident that, as a superhero, he was used to dealing with dangerous situations, but this one seemed to be different. "Peter...what happened to you?" You say opening the window quickly and helping him enter the warm and cozy apartment.

"Oh, it's nothing, just a small beat...he was just..a little too big.." Peter tries to smile, but makes a grimace of pain. "Can you...can you help me with some of these...cuts, please." Peter finally looks at you with those slightly watery brown eyes.

You study him with your eyes before finally answering "Yes, Yes, of course.. can you stand walking to the bathroom?" You ask approaching him a little more "Of course..I can" Peter says "Okay, I'll go, I'll help you, okay?" You say approaching him and putting your arms around him to support him to be able to go to the bathroom without making much effort.

You gently lead Peter to the bathroom and help him sit on the edge of the bathtub. “I think a shower would be good to care for the cuts and maybe relax a bit,” you say, looking at him. Peter nods in agreement, acknowledging the need for a shower to take even better care of his cuts.

“Yes, it’s better to take a shower. It will relieve some of the pain and fatigue,” he says as he rises carefully, leaning on the wall once more to avoid carrying weight on his injuries. Peter approaches the shower, preparing to take off his clothes and step in.

✁…After the shower

"Okay, let's take care of it, okay? Maybe it hurts a little... but it's nothing you haven't already felt" you say trying to give a slight smile trying to make you as relaxed as possible "It's okay.." he says between sighs, you then begin to carefully examine the damage, cleaning the blood and applying dressings.

Peter observes you take care of your wounds. With each soft and careful touch on the injuries, a sigh of pain escapes from his lips, but he tries to stay calm. "Thank you..." he murmurs with a hoarse voice, trying to control himself so as not to complain about the pain of the wounds. "I...I really don't know what I would do without you." Peter says with a slight corner smile.

"Nah, you don't need to thank me, I like to be your personal nurse" You speak with a slight smile changing your attention to look at him who also lets out a slight laugh in the form of a tired sigh.

After a few minutes Peter leans against the wall and relaxes a little, knowing that he is in the capable hands of his partner, and takes a deep breath before closing his eyes. "I'm already finishing here, you're going to sleep here, right?"

"I..I didn't bring sleepwear..don't worry I can get home well" you turn your attention to him again "I have your clothes that you left here, they're clean, you're not going anywhere, you need a proper rest, and I'm not going to discuss this with you."

Peter knew you were right, he had no way to go around jumping through buildings, at least not now "Well, if you insist...", he answers with a sigh. "Great! I'm done here too, I'll get clean and comfortable clothes for you, I'll be right back, okay?" You say taking one last look at Peter before leaving the bathroom and going to closet to get a pair of clothes.

"Okay, here it is" You say entering the bathroom again with the clothes "Do you want to help get dressed?" You ask Peter, who kindly signals yes with his head "okay, come here". So you help your boyfriend get dressed and help him walk to the room, laying him on the bed carefully so as not to touch any injury.

"Is everything okay?" You say joining him lying next to him "Yes yes, I just...I keep thinking about how much you do for me...thank you for..all this" Peter says pointing to his own body already patched "I love you very much you know that, right? I don't know what would be without you" Peter says turning to look at you "Nah, don't thank me for that, I love you too much to find anything that does minimally bad" you say with a slight laugh

Peter who also laughs, says "You know, you're the best boyfriend anyone could ask for" Peter speaks with an attempt to stretch to you to give a light kiss, you understand the message and quickly seal your lips with his resulting in a calm and comfortable kiss. So you end the night, hugged, snuggled up to each other, just enjoying the heat that radiated between both bodies.

Observation: Okay, that's not cool, I really didn't like this story, this wasn't reviewed so I'm sorry for any mistakes you have ❤️‍🩹

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Y'all have a fine ass meal today

Mirrored Eyes and Temper

Prompt: Soulmate AU, your soulmate has one eye that is the color of their soulmate and one of their regular eyes. The eye colors shift one puberty onsets for one. Their eyes switch colors back after they meet and complete the bond. They can also feel each other's emotional states.

Pairing: loki Laufyson X Male!reader

Request: NO

Author's note: the writing will be weird, trying out a new style and trying to change things up a bit. Its sorta 3rd person but also not, idk we’ll learn together. as always enjoy and don't forget to repost if. they maybe a part 2, idk though

Warnings: swearing I think, maybe some angst. Canon divergence

word count: 4.6k

Not proofread

Loki POV:

Loki his entire life was always acquainted with multiple eye colors, with him being a shapeshifter and constantly playing tricks around the palace with the staff, his brother, and his brother's friends. Blue, green, gray, brown, yellow, purple, whatever color he could think of his eyes could shift to when he was changing form. Somedays, he just changed his eyes, others he would change his entire appearance or to another species. Whatever suited his fancy for the day. Most days he stayed in his normal Asgardian form, green eyes, porcelain skin, black hair and went about his days. For several hundred years, both of his eyes were one color so when he woke up with one eye normal and the other one gray he was confused. This confusion hit him 2 fold about 20 minutes later when he was sitting at his desk and felt dread, followed by embarrassment for an unknown reason.

‘By the gods, this is going to be a nuisance.’ Loki thought as he rolled his eyes and left for the dining hall. As he sat down he wished his mother a good morning and started to make his plate of food. His mother noticed his change in demeanor and asked what was different. He sighed and explained that he got his soul bond and was mirroring the emotions of his bonded. His mother nodded understandingly then changed the topic to the lessons they were to have that day.

Growing up he was taught about the soulmate clause that dictated when a person was in the adolescent stage, one eye would change to match their soul's other half and that they would be able to feel the emotions of the other half. He hit puberty about 200 years ago and was well into his “adult years” (roughly 20 years in midgarden years). He tried to change his eye color using his magic, only for one eye to remain gray.

(y/n) POV

When (y/n) was in elementary school he took a class that taught kids about “soulmate bonds” and how important they are. The Soulmate bonds dictate that as a kid comes of age, one eye will change to match their Soul’s bonded mate (using the term mate lightly) and it will only change back when they finally meet and make eye contact. The soul bond would also allow the other to feel the emotions of their bonded. (y/n)'s eyes were always one solid gray color until one morning sometime in junior high. He woke up and went to the bathroom after grabbing a towel and looked towards the mirror and froze in his spot. One of his eyes was a light green with a swirl of a sort of various colors to it, like it was dipped in an oil spill. He blinked and rubbed his eyes in disbelief, as if it was just a trick and shook his head. When he looked back in the mirror he saw that the eye that was once gray was still green. He took a deep breath and took his shower before going and getting dressed then going downstairs to join his mother, father and 2 brothers. He sat at the table and said his good mornings before working on making his cereal

‘Be cool. If I don't say anything, mom won't notice.’ (y/n) thought as he started eating. His mom pressed a kiss on his head as she sat down. He continued to try and evade his mom’s sight. When his older brother's eye shifted she got super excited and started fussing over him and doting on much more, something (y/n) wanted to avoid. A couple years behind his brothers in age, he knew it was coming and he dreaded it. He was lost in thought when he heard his father (y/n)l his name. Snapping his head up, (y/n) looked toward his father and internally cursed himself as his mother let out a joyful screech.

“My baby finally got his soulmate eye match! It’s a special day! Come, let mom see it.” His mom said and he sighed and looked at her.

“It's not that special, Wyatt and Elijah got theirs already. “ (y/n) said as he stood from the table and went to leave the room.

“ ‘not that special?’ what do you mean not that special. It's the day my baby boy will become a man.” His mother fussed and flicked his forehead playfully. His brothers snickered and sped out the door before they could receive the mom look. (y/n) groaned and blinked in disbelief.

“Mom, I have to get to school.” (y/n) said as he stood up, finishing his bowl, moving towards the door. She sighed and let him go.(y/n) decided he wouldn’t look for his soulmate and focused on his schooling and getting into a good job.

It wasn't until he was in his tech engineering class in his 1st year of highschool that he got a hall pass to use the restroom. As he was washing his hands, he noticed that his eye had changed from the green oil spill like eye he was used to, to an icy blue with patches of yellow. He seemed to be caught in some sort of a trance as he watched the eye change color. It was like watching food dye mix with water, going from blue, to brown, to multiple shades of yellows and oranges then purple before settling back down on its original color. He decided to start wearing a patch over his eye to hide the color that seemed to change everyday to avoid questions

(y/n) graduated highschool in the top 5% of his school and got a full ride to Stark Industries and became an engineering tech, working with Tony Stark personally and becoming somewhat of a personal advisor for the Avengers, regarding equipment tune ups and maintenance. Over the years he felt a very slight hint of annoyance in his daily life and distaste. He was mainly able to ignore this and continue working. One day he was off duty and just relaxing in his room and felt a wave of terror and anger rip through him suddenly, knocking the breath from his lungs. He quickly rushed to the mirror to see if the eye would help give him an idea of what was happening. When he looked in the mirror he noticed the eye that was ever changing, one solid red color. (y/n) was in shock when he noticed that the skin just lining the eye, maybe an inch around was blue, and cold to the touch. He watched as it shifted back to his normal skin tone and watched as the eye changed back, with the red undertone now present, no matter the change in color. He vowed to never let anyone see the eye to avoid the questions that would come with it.

(y/n) was 23 when he fully became a tech for the avengers and moved out his moms house and into the compound, with his own fully furnished room and access to the lab to work with Tony and Bruce. Tony claimed it was because it was safer than living in an apartment complex, (y/n) didn’t see the reasoning behind it but complied, thrilled about not having to pay rent. Tony asked about the eyepatch, comparing him to Fury (which (y/n) didn’t understand since he never met Fury.) and giving him the nickname “Captain (y/n)”, which annoyed (y/n) immensely but he learned to deal with it. Whenever Tony tried to ask (y/n) about the patch, (y/n) said he was in an accident that caused him to lose his eye growing up. Tony knew this was bullshit but never pushed the topic again after he kept pestering (y/n) about it and was snapped at by Pepper for not respecting (y/n)’s boundaries.

Things went smoothly after that and (y/n) was thankful for it. He continued to work like nothing happened and it was smooth sailing for a few more years after that. Until Thor came back from Asgard with news. His brother was sentenced to live on midgard with limits on his powers, as punishment for his crimes committed during the Battle of New York. The team was on the fence until Thor explained he would have very limited power and Hiemdall would have an eye on him at all times. This calmed the team down a bit and the move started. Tony had the room down the hall from (y/n) renovated and refitted for Loki. The date was set for one month's time on midgard for Loki to be moved in.

One morning (y/n) was getting dressed and watching his eye with interest as it swirled with color when he heard a knock on his door. He sighed and slipped his eyepatch on and worked on braiding his hair to keep it out of the way, ignoring the knock at the door. The knock came again and he let out a low grunt then looked at the clock, 8:39 am.

“Just a moment.” He called as he finished up the braid and adjusted the eyepatch again. The knocking persisted. He growled a bit as he slipped his shoes on and made his way to the door. Swinging it open, he looked at the person on the other side.

“What? I’m a little fucking busy right now.” (y/n) snapped and glared at the person

“No need for the attitude, (y/n). You woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning? Anyway, I wanted to remind you that Loki will be here around 1ish today.” Tony said as he shot (y/n) a shit eating grin, which caused (y/n) to roll his eyes.

“No, you interrupted my routine. Thank you for the reminder. I was about to head down to the lab anyway. Will you be joining me?” (y/n) asked as he moved past Tony, closing the door.

“When am I not in the lab? Of course I’ll be there. Blueberry?” Tony retorted and shook the bag in (y/n)’s direction. (y/n) let a small smile slip and accepted some from Tony as they talked about the new project they would be working on as they walked to the lab. Once they got to the lab, (y/n) shrugged off his overshirt, leaving him in a black, thick strapped tank top and rolled his shoulders, showing off his tattoos. He had one tattoo that spanned the length of his arm. It was a black and white tattoo of a snake skeleton and crows skull that ended at his wrist and shoulder (the crow skull framing his shoulder) . He had a few small pieces that ranged from his mom's name on his chest and a death head moth on his other shoulder. He made sure his hair was out of the way before getting to work on improving some of the team's gear (mainly Natasha’s widow bites and figuring out a better collapsing system for Clint’s bow) and various other gear that needed upgrading. After tinkering with the gear he started helping with the project Tony was working on. He got lost in the project until JARVIS announced Thor would be arriving soon. Tony looked at (y/n) and decided it would be a good idea to take a break so he could greet Thor. (y/n) told Tony to go ahead and would see if he could make some progress with the coding and the plating in the new suit Tony was working on. Tony nodded and left (y/n) to work.

A few hours (y/n) managed to figure out that there was a small spot in the coding that caused the program to crash and moved on to fixing the plates that seemed to get stuck when the suit was shifting. (y/n) removed the patch so he could see the plates better. He started to work on it for a while before getting frustrated and called it quits. (y/n) threw the screwdriver in frustration and cringed as it clattered on the floor. He sighed and went to grab it when he felt eyes on him. He looked up and saw Bruce standing there, watching him. (y/n)’s eyes widened as he scrambled to grab the eye patch.

“Shit, fuck. Bruce, you can’t say anything to anyone.” (y/n) said as he slid it back in place and put the screwdriver on the table.

“I won’t tell anyone. But answer me this. Why hide your eye? Having a soulmate connection isn’t something to be ashamed of y’know.” Bruce said as he made his way in the room. (y/n) sighed and sat down on the stool that was behind him

“I’m not ashamed of it. I hid it because I wanted to focus on my life. I don’t want to be bothered with people asking why it was constantly changing and that it never seemed to stay a single color.” (y/n) said as he looked at Bruce, deflating a bit. Bruce nodded in understanding and held a hand out to (y/n), a silent agreement to keep it quiet. (y/n) grabbed his hand and Bruce spoke up again.

“Tony told me you would still be here, said to tell you that dinner would be done soon and he wants you there.” Bruce said as he took a step back. (y/n) rolled his head, his neck popping as he stood back up.

“He has JARVIS and yet he sends someone to collect me. No offense Bruce.” (y/n) said as he walked towards his shirt, grabbed it and led Bruce out of the lab, locking it behind him.

“None taken. I’m pretty sure Tony does that to annoy you.” Bruce said with a little humor in his tone.

“Not surprising, it works.” (y/n) said as he shook his head and started towards the common area. As (y/n) entered the room he saw Thor, Nat, Clint and Steve lounging around the room.

“Good evening everyone. I am gonna shower then I’ll be back. As you can see, I am gross” (y/n) said as he motioned to his grease coated arms, stained clothes, and messy hair. Everyone made some motion in acknowledgement and Thor stood up to greet (y/n).

“Brother (y/n)! After you bathe, would you bring Loki here for dinner?” He asked/ exclaimed as He pulled (y/n) in a bear hug. (y/n) didn’t move, exhausted.

“I can try, but no promises.” (y/n) said after Thor let go, immediately moving toward his room. After he entered his room and locked his door, he removed his eyepatch and grabbed a towel. He stripped down and went to the bathroom to shower, glancing in the mirror. He was taken aback that his eye was a soft green, the red undertone a little less visible. After about half an hour of scrubbing and rescrubbing he felt like he had gotten all the grime off and got out, wrapped the towel around his waist and went to his closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a simple black shirt. He dried himself off and got dressed then worked on drying his hair before pulling it back in a very loose braid, rebraiding the teal ribbon into his hair in support of her fight against her ovarian cancer. He hadn’t seen his mom in a while but called regularly and learned her cancer had come back. After he was satisfied with his appearance he slipped on a clean, maroon colored eyepatch and ventured out into the hall and knocked on the door down the hall to his and waited for it to open

After a bit, he knocked again, a bit harder and waited. He was stunned when the door opened and he saw the god before him. Then suddenly his eye stung a bit and he got a pounding headache. (y/n) played it off and told Loki that dinner was ready and tried to put some distance between them. Loki grabbed his arm and stared at him, eyes squinted.

“The eyepatch, What is it for?” Loki asked as he took in (y/n)’s appearance fully.

“I had an accident as a kid, lost my eye as a result. Now let's get moving. Don’t want them to think you murdered me, or whatever”. (y/n) said as he noticed one of Loki’s eyes was the same shade of gray his eye was. He panicked internally and removed his arm away and basically sprinted down the hall. Loki watched as (y/n) put distance between them and followed behind him, all the more curious.

This continued for months. (y/n) staying away from Loki while not secluding himself. (y/n) decided he needed to talk to Bruce. One evening he knocked on Bruce's door and waited for Bruce to open up. Bruce invited him in and they sat down.

“I am gonna say something and I need you to not freak out or get upset.” (y/n) said as he took the eyepatch off and set it on the bedside in Bruce's room. Bruce nodded and looked at (y/n) to continue.

“I think Loki is supposed to be my soulmate.” (y/n) said and dropped his head as another headache came on. Bruce’s mouth fell agape as he looked at (y/n)

“Are you sure?” Was all that Bruce could muster. (y/n) nodded as a tear fell from the pounding in his head. Bruce sat next to (y/n) and pulled him into a gentle hug and offered to get him some meds for his head and (y/n) nodded, unable to speak. Bruce got up and went to collect some pain meds for (y/n). All of the sudden (y/n) was in severe pain and his eye burned like the fires of hell as he collapsed on the ground, world going black

(y/n) opened his eyes and blinked at the harsh white lights as he tried to sit up, his head throbbing. He was immediately pushed back down as someone stood up and placed a hand on his shoulder. The next thing he was aware of he had a wider visual field and quickly placed a hand over his face, feeling for his patch. It wasn’t there. (y/n) panicked and started looking for it.

“It’s not here, don’t freak out. You do have some explaining to do though” Tony’s voice rang out, stern. (y/n) shrunk into the cot, as if he was being scolded for being caught stealing something.

“Yeah, I know.” (y/n) said as his eyes adjusted to the room. Once (y/n) sat up, he asked JARVIS to have Bruce bring his eyepatch, feeling out of place without it. A couple seconds later JARVIS sent back that Bruce was on route. Tony sat up and looked at (y/n). (y/n) refused to make eye contact with Tony, knowing that the genius man would be able to figure out that he was hiding more than he let on. The two men sat in an uncomfortable silence and Tony kept quiet for once while (y/n) was gathering his thoughts.

Once (y/n) gathered his thoughts and got his story straight he told Tony everything from the eye changing colors to talking to Bruce because he caught him without it before dinner (He left out the suspicion of Loki being his soulmate, spare Tony the heart attack). He took a break when Bruce came in to hand the eyepatch to him and asked how (y/n) was feeling. (y/n) gave him a hand motion that signaled he was fine but also still in some pain. Bruce immediately understood and went to get some pain killers for (y/n). Bruce excused himself so he could inform the team that (y/n) was ok.

After Bruce left, Tony looked at (y/n) again, thoughts whirring.

“The fainting spells, are those new?” Tony asked as he stood up. (y/n) rolled his eyes and sent a frown in Tony’s direction. (y/n) swung his legs over the bed and worked on standing up. Tony rushed over to support (y/n) as he attempted to stand. (y/n)’s legs were wobbly but he stood up and got his bearings. He adjusted his clothing and made sure his ribbon was in place.

“Yes. This hasn’t happened before. How long was I out?”

“Only an hour or so. You scared Bruce to death and had everyone worried, including Loki, which was a bit strange, but whatever. Let's go get some food for you. That should help.” Tony said as he walked with (y/n) to the kitchen in the common area. As soon as he stepped in the room, Peter ran up and hugged him.

“(y/n)! We were all worried about you, even Ms.Natasha. Even if she says she wasn’t. What happened?” Peter asked as he pulled out of the hug. (y/n) walked to the kitchen and made himself something quick to eat and looked back towards peter.

“Don’t worry about me, spiderkid. Things are good. Low blood sugar is all” (y/n) lied to him, to put him at ease

“No, don’t bullshit me. What happened?” Peter said, frown settling deep on his face.

“Truthfully, I don’t know. I was talking with someone and the next second I was waking up in Medbay.” (y/n) said between bites of his food. (y/n) didn’t know it but Loki was lurking in the back of the room, watching and gauging his body language to look for signs of deceit. (y/n)’s whole body showed signs of deception and it interested Loki further.

After (y/n) ate and chatted with the team, he excused himself for the night and left to relax and get some rest, on Tony’s request (hypocrite). As (y/n) looked towards the mirror, he saw his eye was now a deep red, then a feeling not unlike guilt and grief racked through his body as slipped off his shirt, shoes, and pants before slipping into bed and fell asleep, exhausted from the day.

Loki POV:

Loki had been in this place for all of 3 hours before someone came knocking on his door, demanding attention. He ignored it, hoping it would go away. When the knocking persisted he got up and opened the door. Loki was met with a look of shock and the feeling of astonishment in his gut as this mortal looked at him. Why astonishment? He wasn’t sure. Loki watched as The man in front of him winced and tried to play it off.

“The eyepatch, what is it for?” he asked, curious. He scanned the Males appearance, long hair pulled back into a loose braid with a teal ribbon threaded into the separate lock that was then braided into a big braid, maroon colored eyepatch, plain black shirt and jeans with some boots on the bottom.

“I had an accident as a kid, lost my eye as a result. Now let's get moving. Don’t want them to think you murdered me, or whatever”.” The man said as he put space between the two of them. Loki watched as the man scurred down the hall and out of sight as he felt a sense of panic that fluttered through his chest.

Several months went by as Loki adjusted to the climate of the tower, dealing with the slightly hostile environment. Most of the time he just stayed in his room, coming out to receive food and bring back his plates, which he washed (he's not a monster. He understands he is a guest, just not by will). Most of the time he spends reading, practicing his very limited magic or sharpening his dagger and tidying his room up. He also learned the man's name. He can say in his opinion the name “(y/n)” fits well for him.

One night as he was reading a book that was on the shelf when he felt a pain rip from his chest and he rushed to the door and tried his teleportation into (y/n)’s room. He felt the earth shift and suddenly he was in (y/n)’s room. He quickly looked around for (y/n), not taking the time to take in the room. He grunted out of frustration and rushed out and into the common room.

Thor stood up and greeted Loki. “Brother what can I do for you?” Thor asked and he wrapped an arm around Loki’s shoulder.

“No time for pleasantries. Where is (y/n)? I have a suspicion that he is hurt?” Loki said, shrugging off Thor's arm and scanned the room.

“I am not sure, let's ask around.” Thor said as he put his arm down and looked up towards the ceiling. “JARVIS, where is Brother (y/n)?”

“(y/n) is in the Medical bay, he is currently in a comatose state for about 15 minutes” JARVIS reported back. Loki’s eyes widened and he rushed off towards the med bay. He was close to rushing in when he saw Tony and Bruce sitting by the cot and he quickly ducked back behind the corner and listened.

“I don’t know what happened Tony, (y/n) came to talk to me about something and he said he had a headache. He asked me to grab him some pain meds if I had any, which we both know I always do for the days I end up hulking out on mission. So I went to grab him some and suddenly he was unconscious on the floor. I panicked and (y/n)led you.” Bruce said as he stood up. Loki tried to use his cloaking and slip into the room. He stayed in the corner and watched the scene unfold, while keeping an eye on (y/n)’s unconscious body.

After Tony and Bruce finished their conversation, they both left and Loki slowly slinked over to the bed and placed a hand on (y/n)’s. A strange tingling sensation once their hands connected. Loki stood there for a minute before turning and stopping in his tracks as Tony rounded the corner.

“Well, hiya reindeer games, what are you doing in here? You hurt or something?” Tony asked, not noticing Loki’s hand touching (y/n)’s. Loki stepped back and walked towards the door

“No, I was looking for (y/n). I will be taking my leave now.” Loki said with a slight snarl in his tone as he exited the room. Once he was out of sight he teleported back into his room for a while. Eventually he made his way to the common area to collect dinner. For once he was sitting in the back of the room while he ate. He heard (y/n) and Tony walk in and watched as Peter got up and rushed to (y/n), asking what happened. (y/n) lied and Loki couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty, like it had something to do with him.

Loki sat there and listened to the conversation flow between the team before (y/n) called it a night and disappeared down the hall. quickly and quietly Loki took his leave and went down the hall towards his room, stopping for a sec by (y/n)’s room. He planned on knocking and checking in on him but decided against it and retired to his room for the night. He spent most of the night thinking about what happened before he drifted off to a restless sleep.

The part two

Reflection and Bonded

This is a continuation of Part one "Mirrored eyes and Temper"

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson X male!reader

Request: yes @winter-world

warnings: a bit of angst and some ooc Loki. swearing i think and a fuck ton of fluff.

Word count: 3k

Authors note: I changed the writing style a bit. I didn't like how the last one was set up. Anyway, repost if you enjoy and read happily. start below the cut. As always, not proof read.

(y/n) woke up the next day to a knocking at the door. He groaned as he sat up and slipped his eyepatch on. Rolling over he looked towards the door. He looked towards the clock on his nightstand, 11:46 AM.

“I guess I overslept, huh, normally Tony would have woken me up by 9. Maybe he is still concerned about what happened last night.” (y/n) thought and ran a hand over his face

“Come in.” (y/n) said and sat up. His hair was messy and the blankets pooled at his hip. He watched the door open and to his surprise Loki slipped in and closed the door, eyes not looking in (y/n)’s direction. He noticed Loki was carrying a tray with various fruits and a cup with what (y/n) hoped was coffee.

“What a surprise, a prince bringing me breakfast.” (y/n) said as he swung his legs over the bed but not standing. Loki looked up and his face went red for a couple seconds when his eyes landed on cal. More of the tattoos he had were on display this time.

“Actually I brought food for both of us, if you don’t mind of course. Tony asked me to check up on you. Y’know, considering what happened last night.” Loki said after he let out a small cough. “I brought you some coffee. Figured it would help wake you up. Tony did tell me to relay that you’re being put on paid leave, whatever that means.” Loki prompted and (y/n) nodded, his jaw tightening a bit.

“Figured he would. Sit. there is plenty of room on the bed.” said as he patted the bed. Loki sat on the foot of the bed, placing the tray between them. (y/n) picked up an apple and took a bite.

“Thank you for breakfast. Now, tell me about your morning. ” (y/n) said and continued to eat, looking towards Loki with interest sparkling in his uncovered eye. Loki picked up a grape and ate it before motioning in the direction of the common room area.

“I woke up around dawn, wrote a letter to my mother and read for a while. I think sometime around 8 AM Tony had his AI summon me to the common room. I went out there and had a meeting with the team about my situation. Apparently Nick Fury wants to contract me to correct my ways and maybe get the public eye off my back. So they decided I would start training with them. No powers, Just weapons. After the meeting I went and trained against My brother and Clint. It went pretty well. They put up a good fight for a while but eventually the training match ran stale so we called it for the day. I was dismissed and went to wash up. That was about an hour ago. After bathing Tony called for me again and asked me to collect food for you and check on you. I waited a bit and read some more then here I am.” Loki explained and (y/n) just listened as he munched on the apple. (y/n) nodded and sent Loki a soft smile

“Do you miss her?” (y/n) asked as he placed the core on the tray and went to grab his coffee.

“Who?” Loki gave him a perplexed look. “you’re mother. Do you miss her?” (y/n) asked again as he took a sip from his coffee.

“Yes, dearly. I plan to send the letter later today, if you would like to join me.” Loki said, his face going pink at his ears before regaining his composure.

“If you would like me to, I will.” (y/n) said as he placed the cup down.

“I wouldn’t mind your company.” Loki said as he grabbed an exotic looking fruit from the tray and started peeling it. (y/n) looked at it.

“What is that?” (y/n) asked, interest building in his core “sìol searbh” Loki said as he finished peeling it. “It translates roughly to ‘bitter seed’ it's a common fruit from the Asgardian markets. It's a little taste of home” Loki said as he cut a piece off and handed it to (y/n)“Is it actually bitter, or is it just the seeds that are bitter?” (y/n) asked, skeptical of the fruit in his hand. “It’s actually quite sweet. Contrary to the name. It becomes bitter when eaten with the skin on or when it is out of season. After the harvest they can be left to ferment and are normally turned into a mead on Asgard.” Loki supplied and took a bite.

(y/n) took a bite as well and his eyes widened with delight at the taste of the fruit. It was sweet, a little bitter and had a sort of smokey taste, with a texture that was good too. (y/n) finished chewing and swallowed before he looked back to Loki

“Wow, that was amazing. If I have a chance to go to Asgard I will make sure to collect some.” (y/n) said and rolled his head, neck popping. (y/n) let out a sigh of relief and felt a faint flutter in his stomach.

“Hmm. My soulmate must be nervous or excited. Anyway, what did you write to your mother? If you don’t mind me asking.” (y/n) asked and saw Loki smile softly.

“I wrote asking about how she was. I also asked a couple questions about how Odin is and everyone is doing at home. Nothing too specific.” Loki relayed and looked in his lap. (y/n) felt a shift in body language in him as a sinking feeling ripped through him. Loneliness and longing for home. (y/n) moved the tray and moved closer to Loki, placing a hand on his leg, near his hand.

“It's ok to be homesick, y'know. I am homesick quite often. My mom is sick at home and I would do anything to be with her right now.” (y/n) said and rubbed his thumb over the back of Loki’s knuckles. Loki looked back at (y/n) and smiled. Suddenly (y/n) felt himself being enveloped in a hug. (y/n)’s eyes widened and he melted into the hug. He felt something wet hit his back and squeezed a bit tighter as he felt a deep sadness in his chest. He heard Loki sniffle and a choking sob come from his throat.

“Shh, it's okay. I am here for you. I will stay here as long as you need.” (y/n) said as he cradled Loki’s head and rubbed his back with his other hand.

They sat there for a couple more minutes as he let Loki cry and release his emotions for a while. After Loki finished crying he pulled out of the hug and wiped his eyes.

“I’m sorry, that was embarrassing. I don’t kn-” Loki started but (y/n) cut him off.

“Hey, shh. It's not embarrassing. It’s okay to cry. It’s human nature. Excuse me, asgardian nature. “ (y/n) said with a soft chuckle. Loki let out a soft smile

“Thank you (y/n). y’know, no one has treated me like this before.” Loki said as he grabbed (y/n)’s hand, feeling better.

“What do you mean?” (y/n) asked looking at his and Loki’s hand, a slight blush gracing his face.

“Like I’m not a monster. My whole life I was treated like less. Except my mother. They looked at me like they were waiting for me to snap or attack them. So, thank you” Loki said as he intertwined their fingers. (y/n) smiled and looked at the clock.

“How about I get dressed and we deliver that letter. Then we can get lunch or something, since I apparently don’t have work for a while?” (y/n) suggested and Loki nodded. (y/n) finished off the coffee. Loki stood up and grabbed the tray before making his way to the door. (y/n) quickly stood up.

“Hey Loki?” “yeah?” (y/n) quickly made his way over to Loki and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. Loki flushed red and blinked.

“Sorry, to forward?” (y/n) asked. Loki snapped out of his trance

“No, never. I just wasn't expecting it. I will be in the common room when you get done” Loki said, placing a kiss on (y/n)’s forehead. Now (y/n) was blushing hard as Loki shut the door.

(y/n) smiled and went to the bathroom to shower and get dressed. Today (y/n) wore a pair of black jeans with his everyday boots and an olive green sweater and a black eyepatch. He rebraided his hair in a more complex style, teal ribbon braided in. He stepped out of his room after grabbing his wallet and headed to the common room. As (y/n) walked in he saw the team and wished them a good morning. They all responded with a good morning or a question about how it was feeling. (y/n) responded with that he was fine and was going to run some errands. Steve asked if he needed some company and he said that Loki was going to go with him but thanked him for offering. That comment got some looks of concern

“Are you sure? You do know he's dangerous right?” Clint asked as he turned to look at (y/n). (y/n) rolled his eyes and pointed a finger at him, clicking his tongue with disapproval.

“He isn’t dangerous. He was misguided by something that held him prisoner. Plus if he is dangerous, that just means he is qualified to protect me if something happens. I don’t wanna hear it again. It is rude to talk bad about someone.” (y/n) said as he went and got some water. A couple minutes later Loki came striding out into the room.

“You ready?” (y/n) asked as he set the dirty cup in the sink. Loki nodded and they went to leave. Once they stepped into the elevator and pressed the button to go to the garage. Loki kept some space between them. (y/n) looked at him confused before stepping a bit closer to him.

“Thank you.” Loki said and relaxed a bit before he looked at (y/n).

“For what?” “defending me. I heard what Clint said” Loki said and looked down towards the ground.

“Look at me.” (y/n) said and turned Loki’s face toward him. Loki compiled and held eye contact with (y/n). Without letting go of Loki’s face (y/n) spoke

“What they are saying isn’t true. Clint is bitter. I understand why he would think that way. But he needs to understand you weren’t in control of yourself. I know that, you know that. Their words mean nothing. Ok?” (y/n) said as he continued to hold Loki’s jaw carefully.

“Ok.” Loki whispered and put his hand on (y/n)s. Once the elevator opened they separated, they put some space between them, hands intertwined and made their way to (y/n)’s car. (y/n) opened Loki’s door and shut it once he got in then went to his side and climbed in, buckled and started his car.

Once they were on the road (y/n) noticed Loki shifted to look like a different person.

“Y’know, don’t have to do that. I don’t care what the population thinks about me being out with you. I want them to see us together, not me and a stranger. Plus it could help with your image.” (y/n) said as he grabbed Loki’s hand again. Loki let out a shuddered breath and dropped the illusion and nodded

“I just don’t want you to get hurt.” “If there was a threat I would trust you to protect me. If there is a threat of cameras, I got you” (y/n) said, a soft smile on his face as they drove.

After a while of driving, they made it to the post office. (y/n) parked and shut off the car. Loki went to open the door.

“Hey, no. Let me do that” (y/n) said as he removed the key from the ignition and rushed to open the door for Loki. Loki blushed and stepped out, taking (y/n)’s hand. They made their way inside the post office. Loki received a lot of scared looks and angry words. (y/n) would step between them and fire back some words that were not so pleasant and then the other patrons would move along. Once the letter was deposited they left, Loki feeling better and hungry.

(y/n) laughed a bit as Loki’s stomach growled and they went to a diner near the Post office. They ate and swapped stories from childhood and present day. (y/n) and Loki learned alot about each other. After they ate and got back into the car, (y/n) turned to look at Loki.

“It’s almost dark, do you wanna see my favorite spot in New York?” (y/n) asked, feeling a bit shy.

“Of course. If you want to show me, I would be honored to see it.” Loki said as he leaned back in his seat a little. (y/n) smiled and pulled out of the post office parking lot and drove for a while before turning down a dirt road. He pulled up, parked, and shut off the car.

“Come with me.” (y/n) said as he opened Loki’s door. He made his way to the hood of the car and sat on it. Loki was amazed when he saw the sky.

“Wow, it's beautiful.” Loki said as he looked out over the city, the lights shining bright.

“When I need a break from everything, I come out here and watch the sky and the city. Helps take the stress off. I figured you would like it. You said something about when you were little you would stargaze with your mom.” (y/n) said as he looked at Loki, taking in the sky and the stars.

“Yeah. Thank you, it's really beautiful.” Loki said as he looked at (y/n). (y/n) bit down some anxiety and grabbed Loki’s hand.

“I need you to trust me on this. I am going to show you something. Don’t laugh or ask any questions, okay?” (y/n) said as he let out a shaky breath. Loki nodded and watched as (y/n) took off his eyepatch and kept his eyes closed.

“Okay, ready?” (y/n) asked as he took another deep breath.

“I am ready when you are, take your time” Loki said as (y/n) slowly opened his eyes. Loki gasped as he saw (y/n)’s now uncovered eye matched his.

“Loki, I think I am your soulmate.” (y/n) said. Loki was stunned and launched at (y/n) in a fury to hug him, effectively causing them to tumble to the floor. Loki cradled (y/n)’s head as they hit the ground, pinning (y/n) to the ground. (y/n) nervously looked up at Loki and smiled when felt something in his stomach. It was a warm feeling of Joy and completion. The true intertwining and bond of souls. Loki was panting a bit as he felt his eye buzzing and noticed (y/n)’s eye fading to a gray, the bond complete. Now both of (y/n)’s eyes were gray and shining with adoration. (y/n) watched as Loki’s gray faded to match his other oil slip eye that he became so familiar with. They both blinked as they adjusted with their own eyes. Loki pushed his forehead so it was flush with (y/n)’s.

“(y/n)?” Loki asked as he looked at (y/n) “yeah?” (y/n) responded as he looked into Loki’s eyes.

“Can I kiss you? please?” Loki asked, nervousness fluttering in his chest, which doubled as (y/n) became more nervous.

“Yes, please kiss me.” (y/n) said, almost out of breath. Loki grabbed (y/n)’s jaw gently and tipped it up, placing his lips softly on (y/n)’s. (y/n) deepened it almost instantly and wrapped his arms around Loki’s neck. Loki and (y/n) kissed for a few minutes, only breaking when they had to breathe. (y/n) panted and looked up at Loki.

“Has anyone ever told you that you could steal the breath from someone like that?” (y/n) said and Loki let out a loud laugh, grinning from ear to ear.

“We should probably go before the team thinks you kidnapped me.” (y/n) Joked and Loki helped him stand. They got in the car and drove back to the compound. Once they got back to the compound, (y/n) dusted himself off and they made their way inside, holding hands the whole time. Both men finally complete and the night sky shines bright. Once they got inside The team noticed (y/n) wasn’t wearing his eyepatch and then they noticed that (y/n) and Loki were holding hands. The team tried to bombard them with questions until Bruce (surprisingly) spoke up.

“Guys, Leave them alone. They are happy. When have we seen (y/n) happy? Like never. So drop it” Bruce said before going back to his activity. (y/n) nodded a thanks at him and led Loki down the hall, dropping him off at his room.

“I will see you in the morning?” (y/n) asked and looked at Loki.

“How about I spend the night and we watch a film or I read one of my books to you?” Loki suggested, not ready to separate for the night. (y/n) nodded and let Loki into (y/n)’s room. They spent the night bonding some more before falling into a blissful sleep, finally complete.

electric chair

“HOW'S IT HANGING?” ── art donaldson x male reader.

𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓— headcanon [ 2.3k ] 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒— male reader〳established relationship / college!au / sexual content: handjob [ r!giving ]; public exhibitionism; cum play; dirty talk. 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄— okay, so hear me out [ nsfw ]!

Art Donaldson who liked to hang out while he waited for you in the dining hall.

‣ You've always been an indecisive person, so he watched you from his seat with impatience.

‣ Anticipation—nibbling on his nails and bouncing his foot on the stretcher of your seat.

‣ It seemed like you were syncing with him because you were equally as impatient, habitually tapping your foot because the card reader was taking its sweet time accepting your payment.

‣ Bounce.

‣ Bounce.

‣ Bounce.

‣ His cock sat heavy through the opening of his zipper. Thick and flaccid under the table, despite the rush of adrenaline and arousal pumping through his veins.

‣ Occasionally, Art gave himself a squeeze, kneading himself to your oblivious backside.

‣ God, you looked incredible wearing his shirt. It was a simple tee, but Art felt powerful watching you openly flaunt yourself as his.

‣ One person would pass by, and he was quick to cup himself as best as he could. Though, Art's effort was in vain as his soft dick measured amply within the palm of his hand.

‣ Squeezing would just squish himself against his shorts, and then make him appear even bigger and more noticeable.

‣ And that was the reason why he did exactly that.

‣ How would he defend himself? Honestly, no amount of excuses could vindicate this illicit behavior.

‣ It wasn't a surprise that it made Art throb thinking about being caught red-handed with his cock in his hand.

‣ "Your honor, I'm an athlete and I sweat profusely."

‣ "Now, I don't want to offend the public jury, but we shall leave it at the simple fact that my cock catches all the sweat that drips down my body, and it is an absolute pain in the ass keeping it confined in the middle of this heat wave."

‣ Could you blame the guy for wanting to air himself out?

‣ No, that wouldn't cut it, would it...

‣ If he was being honest, it was more than simply chasing after the sexual thrill of potentially being caught. He would've done it more often if that was the case; be more brazen and creep out from the shadows for someone to catch a glimpse of him.

‣ But really, after narrowing down his list of reasons, Art found that this kink of his was ultimately your fault.

‣ That someone always had to be you. Thinking about you within the context, this entire scenario, was the reason why he sought for the thrill of it all.

‣ Maybe playing sports at a young age had changed his perception of the naked body, but Art was comfortable in the nude.

‣ Locker rooms weren't a big deal for him growing up—other than the fact that he had numerous wake up calls regarding his sexuality, but that was beside the point.

‣ What was the point was that Art was used to seeing naked bodies, and also that you and him were roommates.

‣ You two shared a small room together; one bunk bed over the other—although, your bed was beginning to look more or less abandoned as you preferred spending the night in Art's arms ever since you two began dating.

‣ All in all, sharing a room meant sharing a bathroom, and sharing a bathroom meant changing in front of each other.

‣ On paper, it wasn't a big deal. You two did many activities together, and sex was almost always at the top of the list—stressing over exams and tennis practices were a heavy contributor in how often you two procrastinated with an apologetically long evening of fucking.

‣ Yet despite how much you knew about each other, familiarized oneself with the other's body—from the inside and out, you continued to be startled over the sudden appearance of Art's naked body.

‣ It happened every time whenever Art changed in the middle of the room, or if he wanted to air dry his freshly-showered body, or he simply wanted to tease you with his cock because—

‣ It was your god-damn fault that he got off on shocking you.

Art Donaldson who smeared that smug smile across his face when you walked back with your food, and brazenly stood up for you to see.

For you to panic.

‣ It was amazing to witness.

‣ To watch you excitedly make your way towards him with a jog.

‣ To watch your eyes cast lower at something strange within your sight-line.

‣ To watch the joy drain from your face, sinking and dripping until it matched the color of the rattling bones struggling to hold your body.

‣ You were a deer in headlights, but you were surprisingly the smart one of the pact, sprinting towards him before anyone could catch a glimpse if you spared a second longer.

‣ "Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?!"

‣ "Fuck, (M/N), you just got me so hard."

Art Donaldson who made you finally surrender to his demands—after a passionate debate—and join him at the table.

‣ "Fuck, just like that..." Art promised to keep himself close to the table, hiding his hips and cock under the table, while you stroked his cock beside him.

‣ "We're going to get caught, Art..." despite your complaints, you had to admit that there was something about the absolute pleasure residing on Art's face that made you warm in your chest, and throbbing hot at your crotch.

‣ Though, that never stopped you from taking precaution of being on guard. You constantly peeked over your shoulder every second, utilizing your backpack propped on the table as an obstruction to any passerby's sight.

Art Donaldson who loved his handjobs wet and sloppy, just as much as he loved gazing into your panicking eyes as you gave into his pleasure.

‣ Without Art asking, it was a natural response for you to spit a load of saliva on your palm every now and then, and renew the varnish over his large cock, just like how he liked it.

‣ "See? It isn't so bad, right? Just two guys hanging out together." Art joked, laughing at your eyes rolling, and continuing to do so into the kiss he appeased you with after.

‣ Sweet and gentle; mouths held one another, giving and taking with warm and languid swipes of tongues, lips, and sounds.

‣ "Kind of offended that you just labelled us like we're two classmates who happened to meet while shopping for protein bars."

‣ "I have a protein bar I can feed you with."

‣ Even with the scale of the cafeteria, Art memorized the sounds of your thick spit coating him with every stroke despite the oncoming crowd of friends and circulating air conditioners working against his favor.

Art Donaldson who loved how committed you were to his shenanigans, and then seeing you come around to it—as if you didn't need persuading.

‣ Your grip was tight around his shaft, pumping the curve of his erection from base to head with the guidance of the thick cock veins bulging from Art's arousal.

‣ It was the smallest and most intricate details that drove him crazy. Your thumb would come up to squeeze at his plump cockhead, and your lips would purse at the sight of his pre-cum spilling over your fist in heavy doses.

‣ Another sticky leak would roll over your knuckles, and that would be enough to induce you to part your pretty lips and taste him off your hand.

‣ "Shit, you're so hot... I'm so close, babe," Art bit back a moan when you resumed your strokes while palming the tip of his cock with the other. His hand had been resting on your thigh, knees touching yours since you had the idea to angle the chairs for the sake of your wrist.

‣ When you felt confident enough that the coast was clear, your other hand fondled Art's heavy balls to keep them from swinging with every stroke. You coated the sack in a matching sheen of your loyalty for him, massaging your spit into the swaying flesh to strengthen your bond.

‣ You felt Art's balls jolt.

Art Donaldson who loved the way you craved for him, just as he craved for you. Every touch of yours was delirious, maddening, and eager for the inevitable.

‣ Art pulled you closer, scooted your chair until his legs and knees tangled with yours in an all-so confusing twisting that he was too deeply inside the stomach of rapture to crawl out and help fix.

‣ "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Like that—no, don't loosen your grip. Hold my cock harder. Like that. Yeah... Tighter. Fuck. More spit. Don't forget my balls."

‣ He had no shame, lounging back in his seat like this, spreading his legs far apart, practically for the whole world to see. They would've if Art hadn't purposely chosen a nearly empty day to make you jack him off on.

‣ His arms were behind his head, subconsciously flexing his biceps while his nearing climax was beginning to dawn on him.

‣ You could feel this cock veins throb. More pre-cum dribbled out whenever you held Art firm at the base of his thick cock and squeezed upwards.

‣ You marveled at the glorious sight.

‣ His swollen cock—beaten red and throttling with an incoming eruption the faster your strokes began.

‣ His glorious arms—Art's tennis training and hard-work evidently flaunting through the stretch of his short sleeves.

‣ You were going to get back at him, for making you so unbearably hard in your shorts. Your cock felt stuck.

‣ It was begging for help, scratching at the zipper with agonizing throbs, and the only thing you could do was helplessly feel it suffer while growing envious of your boyfriend, who was tightly swaddled in his gratification—stemmed from your own hands.

‣ "Oh, shit—" Art's lips parted open, then struggled to close them as his body was assaulted with a violent attack of all kinds of sensations.

‣ You watched him. He watched you. You both shared a gaze—something unforgettable, something meaningful.

‣ Sweet honey was practically dripping from his eyes—thick and slow to flaunt the beautiful and plentiful nectar the bees had collected from.

‣ Thick like Art's cock as your hand worked him at an unceasing rhythm.

‣ Beautiful like how he didn't need to say those three special words to you out loud because—the way he looked at you provided with you significantly more assurance than those words ever can.

‣ Sweet and plentiful like how Art was expecting him to release because of you—all over you.

‣ He'd already decided that it was going to be all over you.

‣ All over you.

‣ Marking his fucking territory.

‣ His shorts had rolled up, and you glimpsed at the flex of his thighs.

‣ And as you predicted, then the spread of his legs before he rolled his hips into the air, into your fist, igniting a heated battle between the tight confines of your palm and his ardent hips.

‣ You knew him all too well.

‣ Art was quick on his feet. Brazen in his step as he rose from his seat. Abruptly, he tore your grip off of him under the influence of his need to mark you, and arched his hips forward, fisting his cock.

‣ You watched in aroused stupefaction, alternating your gaze from his cock to the surrounding perimeter in fear of intrusion.

‣ The thought of being caught in the act made you condemn yourself to eternal hell, yet you could see yourself absolutely turn mad if everything you had worked for—worked on Art's big, thick, and swollen cock—was all for nothing.

‣ You needed his release as much as Art did.

‣ Lowering himself to muffle a groan into your lips, Art deftly aimed his cock towards the center of your crotch, pumping, jerking, squeezing, kneading, and jacking himself to oblivion.

‣ With a gasp, Art freed his cock and let himself loose.

‣ He had a hand on your nape, pulling away from the kiss in time to angle your head, and force you to watch him spill all over your jeans.

‣ Art's cock erupted in thick and heavy spurts—sweet and plentiful like he had predicted. Creamy white loads layered messily over your crotch, and the strength of his shots were enough to splatter the seed onto your shirt.

‣ His moans were buried into the top of your head,

‣ "Asshole—" despite your complaints, you secretly marveled at the beauty of it all.

‣ The mess, the courage, the warmth, the wetness—all of it beautifully and brazenly executed, even if it had looked like you spilled a cup of milk on yourself, simply because Art had a kink for shocking you.

‣ Art pressed multiple kisses to your lips; one for relieving him, one for his appreciation, one as an apology for the one-sided gratification, one simply because he can, and one last kiss—because a kiss told a thousand words.

‣ "You look—fucking amazing," he muttered, cleaning his dripping cockhead over your shirt before tucking himself into his pants, and zipping himself back up.

‣ You swiped a finger over a droplet of cum on your shirt and sucked it off, groaning in delight at the faint salty, yet sweet taste. And then another groan—a much more annoyed tone—as the concluded affair dawned on you. Or rather, became a heavy stain on your mood.

‣ "I'm getting you back, I swear to fucking god, Art—I have work later!"

‣ "What? You think I'm a menace or something? It's better to do that than come on public property—"

‣ "You're actually so annoying, you know that?"

Art Donaldson—who loved the way being with you had so many surprises up its sleeves.

Every day was always an eventful one—a memory that would serve his heart an endless platter of love, lust, and affection, until it swelled grander than the night before.

Monumental—to accommodate, hold, and cherish your very own existence for himself, and no one else.

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