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cherrykindness · 3 years

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wild tweets |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: as newlyweds, you and harry read thirsty comments for buzzfeed.

warning: it's thirsty tweets, so below there is adult humor 😳

"It's a bright, sunny morning in Los Angeles, and there's nothing I want more than to be on BuzzFeed and read wild tweets alongside my husband."

"Thirsty tweets, babe." Harry corrected, laughing out loud with the producers behind the cameras.

"Thirsty Tweets." You said quickly, putting your hand over your mouth to stifle a giggle. "I'm terrible at that, I'm sorry. Can we start over?"

"Let's take a break for one to two minutes. You've given us a great introduction, Y/N."

You shook your head, smiling shyly before turning to Harry, who was already watching you with that easy smile at the corner of his lips. You liked how his hand remained firmly on yours, making those circular movements with the thumb that always served as a natural medice for your anxiety.

"You look so fucking beautiful."

The pleated dress with flounce sleeves fit you like a glove. You had made peace with the various shades of white since the wedding and knew that Harry liked to see you in that color too.

"Thank you, you're not too bad either, Styles."

You intimately suspected that Harry would always seem far beyond that "not bad" that came out as a euphemism from your mouth. He wore nothing but a pair of bell-bottom pants in a strong shade of blue and a soft vest printed with fluffy little sheep on a striped American collared shirt - in your opinion, no one could look better in farm animal clothing than Harry Styles and Princess Diana with her red "Black Sheep" sweater in the 1980s. In contrast, you knew your husband well enough to know that he was arrogant and knew exactly how hot he looked - you also made your thoughts clear enough when you kept him backstage beyond ten minutes in a rather heated kissing session.

"Are you anxious?" you asked curiously, remaining with downcast eyes fixed on the strokes that remained assiduous on your warm skin. "To read about how the whole internet dreams of fucking my wife?! Of course." Harry joked, leaning over to leave a small one on your cheek. "We agree on that, don't we? Although I'm a little nervous, I'm really interested to know all the crazy things they say about you. Everyone knows you're mine at the end of the day, that's enough."

At the end of the break, you and Harry made a silent agreement that you should be the first to pick up one of the scattered papers in the red pot. There were quite a significant amount of tweets, and as much as you were used to reading rather sordid things about your husband on the Internet, the excitement was there as if you were wading into uncharted territory.

"I would be a good girl all year round if Santa guaranteed me a threesome with Harry and Y/N Styles on Christmas Eve." You laughed, Harry staring at the camera with an expression close to the meme of the surprised Pikachu. "You guys are incredibly nasty, I love it."

"If that was the first one, I'm really worried about the next ones." Harry commented with a little corner smile, picking the next tweet out of the bucket. "I have an entire folder on Pinterest dedicated to Harry Styles' hands, and let me tell you why: those hands are art, and art needs to be recognized."

"What- Guys, you promised you wouldn't post my anonymous tweets here." You quipped with false reproach, laughing at your own stupid joke while everyone else in the studio did the same. "But I can't blame her, honestly." Shaking your shoulders, you opened another piece of paper. "Harry Styles finally confessed that he wrote Watermelon Sugar for Y/N!!!! Are you guys imagining the same thing as me?!!!!!! 🥵🍆💦"

"Exhausted emoji, eggplant emoji, and water emoji?" Harry frowned, staring at the tweet you held up. "I imagine you're in need of a vacation somewhere refreshing and you're craving a fruit that everyone eats like it's really a vegetable."

"That reminded me of that story-" You laughed, hiding your face on the table as Harry continued to offer a poker face to the camera, struggling not to keep up with you laughter. "I'm sorry, lovie, I have to share this with the rest of the world." You stated, wiping a few tears from the corner of your eyes. "Harry always wears those fancy suits to concerts, right?! Right! Turns out he looks really hot in some, like his ass molds perfectly into those tight pants and everything. I was home that night because I wasn't feeling well enough to face the big crowds, but I was still following everything on twitter. It was a concert in London, not so far from where we lived at the time, so it was obvious that he would come home after it was over. I follow some portals that do really fast updates of pictures, videos, etc; everything that happened at Harry's concert was on my timeline in a matter of seconds. When one of these profiles uploaded a picture of him with his back to the camera in a heavily accentuated black and white suit, I quickly sent him the image along with a peach emoji and then wrote "looks good tonight". He didn't reply to me until a few hours later, of course, but I obviously didn't expect a "ready for a Fifth Avenue peach salad for dinner?" and numerous cutlery emojis."

Harry rolled his eyes comically, indulging in laughter as did everyone else who occupied the backstage area.

"I'm against the eroticization of emojis." He said between uncompensated breaths, shaking his head negatively. "Let's go to the next ones, please, I'm already feeling exposed enough here."

"I like your old-fashioned spirit, baby." You assured him with a smile, laying on the sturdy shoulder hidden under the fluffy fabric.

Harry chuckled low, leaving a little kiss on the top of your head before selecting the next paper. The fans would die when that video aired, everyone was sure. You two easily forgot the cameras when you were side by side, and the public display of affection had never been a problem.

"My life mission is to look at someone the way Harry looks at Y/N and be reciprocated the way Y/N looks at Harry, then I could die happy." Harry read. "That was very good and healthy, thank you!" He smiled. "But don't settle for death in that case, please. Just make sure to keep that person around forever."

"Awn, we got so sweet now." You made a pout. "Thank you for sending us something so cute! I really hope you find the right person soon." Sending a kiss to the camera, you moved on to the next tweet. "I wouldn't want to get a golden ticket to visit Willy Wonka's factory, I would like to get a golden ticket to actively participate in Y/N and Harry Styles' Honeymoon.

"That was creative, so I will disregard the fact that you removed my last name from my wife's name." Harry joked.

"I will always be an Y/L/N." You flashed the tongue. "We had a great Honeymoon, but I know you guys already know all about it because there are pictures all over the internet of outings that I don't even remember existed."

"Even though we chose a rather reserved city, many paparazzi still managed to photograph some of our nights there." Harry agreed. "There was one particular day when we opted to have dinner at a restaurant near the beach. Y/N had found it even before the trip, it was pretty laid back and we could spend the evening at karaoke. I don't really remember what happened, but we woke up the next day with a terrible hangover, still wearing the clothes from the dinner and with several headlines saying that I was cheating on my wife in the middle of our Honeymoon with a blue-haired italian girl."

"That wig made me sexy, man." You blinked, laughing as you remembered the situation. "It's a shame the paparazzi only got low quality images, but I swear I looked really amazing that night. Italy, I miss you."

"We're coming to the end and I haven't had to ask production for a glass of water yet, thank you to whoever selected these tweets." Harry raised his thumb to the camera, smiling before turning his gaze back to the small paper he had chosen. "Y/N could literally punch me in the face and I would just bow down and thank them for it." He laughed. "She has heavy hands, so I would rethink that choice."

"It takes strong hands to be a superheroine." You blinked gracefully, referring to your works as a Marvel actress. "I move around a lot during the night, so I'll take this lovely opportunity to say that twitter can dismiss all the malicious theories about Harry always show up with a new bruise all over his body."

"Please stop making indecent assumptions while Y/N is aggressive with me at night only unconsciously, her father has access to social media."

You laughed, clearing your throat before reading the next obscenity aloud.

"I would sell all my possessions to have Y/N sitting on my lap for ten seconds."

"Oh my God." Harry laughed out loud, throwing his head back. "I should have said that in our wedding vows."

You shook your head, laughing low as you set the tweet aside.

"That was pretty funny and cheeky, I approve."

"Okay, looks like we finally got to the last one." Harry announced, waving the paper in the air dramatically before opening it. "Harry could literally crush me with those boots while fuc- I need that glass of water." He said dumbfounded, hiding his face between his hands after throwing the tweet over his shoulder. You laughed out loud next to the organizers, and meanwhile Harry leaned his head on your bust, staring at you still with wide eyes. "Please promise that we will be careful with our future children on the internet."

#harry styles imagine #imagine1d #imagine harry styles #harry x reader #harry styles x reader #harry imagine

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captnjacksparrow · 3 years

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Hi.

How is it possible that the studio let ops and eds of Naruto feature in the anime? I mean c'mon, even a child can see how romantic they are. The lyrics, the visuals, the story/feel and meaning, all of it!!

Kiss me kiss me all night?? Really? How else are people supposed to interpret it? Even if some other studio was commissioned to make them, it's not possible that they just brought the ideas for ops and eds out of thin air. They must have submitted the concept/storyboard/song/lyrics beforehand to Studio Pierrot. No way studio Pierrot was not aware of how romantic they were. Not possible. It wouldn't have happened without their tacit approval and permission. Studios just don't work that way.

I am sure the studio was very aware of Sasuke and Naruto's romantic love, the producers aren't stupid or inexperienced. So they deliberately let the eds and ops be.

So what, it was just queerbaiting knowing SNS would never actually happen? Fanservice? What else could it be?

Also, how cruel and fuck those fuckers. 😤

I cannot predict the exact reason, anon.

But I am pretty sure, it was not for Queerbaiting. Definitely not!!!

As you and I both know that the world we currently live in is majorly Homophobic. I am just speaking generally. The fact that we cannot even google 'Who was Naruto's first kiss?' and expect an honest answer that it was Sasuke. Please don't Google this question unless you want some extreme bleeding from your eyes, ears and nostrils. Same with Youtube, Twitter, Reddit... Like you cannot even talk about SNS in a general discussion.

So, what we can infer from this is that such Homophobic creeps does exists in majority.

If I really want to bait people to watch this Anime, why should I target people whose numbers are very less as compared to the people who constitutes the majority??? What do I even gain???

What I would do is to make some steamy scenes between SS and NH in all my ops and eds, and it would definitely catch everyone's eyes!!!

I've said this countless times and I will say it again, I don't ship SNS in a sexual way but as Soulmates. But if someone ships them sexually, I don't get bothered at all or rather I enjoy their content all the same.

Having said that,

Just ignore those ops and eds for a moment... Let's talk about posters, most of which were drawn by Kishimoto himself.

Click on the picture for better resolution. Because there are lot of details in the following poster.

Now, what do you understand from this picture???

The above poster screams 'Sexual Innuendo' on many levels. Even to my unromantic eyes, I could see the hidden stuffs blatantly.

Naruto was seen eating watermelons and watching a battle between two beetles which was marked with Blue and Red... which indicates Sasuke and Naruto. And for every 4 wins, he strikes the name on the notepad that’s next to him, (you could see the words SA, NA written on the paper, meaning SAsuke and NAruto). It seems Red Beetle won the first round. LOL.

Sasuke was seen doing 'something questionable' while looking at Naruto. If anyone who claims that Sasuke's actions were normal, then they must be really naive. It’s just not!!!! No matter how you look at it....

Pinky was seen wetting over her beloved 'Sasuke-Kun'.... I mean she was literally wetting so bad... Look at the water getting sprayed from the water hose. Also look at the placement of her hands. ROFL.

Am just going to leave it at that!!!

What was Kishimoto trying to convey from this???

Pinky wets over Sasuke... Ok, we all know that.

Sasuke, ummmm.... Also likes Naruto in THAT way??? That's a news to me!!!

Logically speaking, Sasuke is the popular character especially among girl fans. Everyone wants to self-insert with him in some way. If I am an author who created a character like Sasuke, why would I make him look at Naruto ‘like that’???... Instead I would get more money if Sasuke looked at Sakura in a teasing manner. Just look at the popularity of that hot garbage ‘Sasuke Retsuden’..... I could easily make a Sasuke’s version of 50 Shades of Grey and sleep on a Golden Bed. I don’t have to design a poster in this way!!!

And then there's this,

This is another handiwork of Kishimoto where Naruto and Sasuke were seen tilting their heads in the opposite direction and looking at each other like they were ready to kiss each other!!! I will forcefully make my sibling to get treated from the Hospital if she looks at me like that!!!

And finally this...

Sasuke is looking at Naruto with some seductive sensual look. I think this is the movie poster of ‘The Bonds’. It’s not Kishimoto’s work but SP’s. Imagine if Sasuke looked at Pinky like this!!!!

All these posters were drawn with some ‘Sexual Innuendo’... blatantly or subtly. What is the need for that??? Queerbaiting??? Well, if that’s the case, Kishimoto could’ve stopped with that famous Chapter 3, ‘Accidental Kiss’ and be done with it. There’s no need for VoTE1 and VoTE2 confessions. And all those repressed feelings and stuffs.

Because the pattern of Queerbaiting is that you already know it in your heart that it’s a Joke. I repeat you will know it’s a Joke.

For example, Naruto and Sai.

2 Chapters in, we saw Sai was making 10 Dick Jokes about Naruto

and he was also seen interested in Naruto’s well-being like wanting to feed Ramen, protecting him from Sasuke and Karui’s attacks.

This is called Queerbaiting. Making one of the secondary male character to be 'seemingly' interested in the Main Male Character and usually it won't go anywhere. And we know it.

As for Fanservice, I've seen one and SNS don't even qualify under that.

Yes, In Japan, KakaIru was the popular ship.... More popular than SNS. Hence, Kishi made a cute scene where Kakashi saves Iruka from Pain.

This is called Fan Service!!! It means you do something for the fans which doesn’t change the plot in anyway.

What I call as an extreme fanservice was pairing up Naruto with Pinata and Sasuke with Pinky. Just imagine if Naruto married Pinky and Sasuke married Karin.... Do you see any change in the storyline of Boruto???? Absolutely Nothing. Still, Sasuke would have preferred to be around Naruto and his Son.... Naruto would have adopted a new kid called Kawaki. This is the laughable fact of Narutoverse. No matter whichever girl they marry...... Their bond would have remained intact.

So Queerbaiting, Fanservice...... You guys can go out and eat popcorn!!!!!

All those Openings and Endings with romantic subtext, I see them as an extension of What Kishimoto was trying to convey through his subtext in his Manga. And we should be happy that the Studio didn’t try to censor it.

Let’s take this one!!!!

We saw Naruto’s important people in this same ending.... He had Iruka, Kakashi, Sakura (I seriously don’t know why this Biashhh was there.... probably to evade extreme homosexual vibe and since Naruto is the titular character) and then Sasuke!!!!

However when it comes to Sasuke’s side it was crystal clear.... It was just Naruto and Naruto alone. And that’s the truth. Otherwise why did he leave Naruto in VoTE1 with such a painful expression? Whereas with Sakura he looked like ‘Why is this girl coming in my way?’ especially he was showing his back to her the whole time???

So, the Studio knew it. They definitely are not some dunce who just want to spout some meaningless stuffs out to the public. They really did their utmost best to convey their relationship through these ops and endings.

Especially this.... LOL!!!!

The sexual tension that was emitting throughout this ending was easily noticeable, even without the song ‘Please Kiss Me’!!! And this is the only ending that featured just Naruto and Sasuke. And with that Song placement, the tension becomes almost palpable.

Do I think this ending was accidental???

No freaking way!!!!!

These are all carefully planned and produced with thorough inspection. So, just like you said, anon, the producers of this studio know what their relationship was. They did their utmost best to bring out Kishimoto’s drawings into Anime reality. Despite all of these, still people couldn’t see the story beyond the surface level probably because of Homophobia or Lack of Understanding a media and it’s subtexts. They conveyed what they wanted to say without receiving any strong criticism and at the same time people still believe they are brothers/friends. So, it’s a win-win situation on many levels for both Kishimoto and the Producers.

The Day when someone starts to question themself that ‘Why Naruto and Sasuke were hiding their feelings if they were just friends/brothers?’.... Then that day, they will surely come to understand the real relationship between Naruto and Sasuke!!!!

#ask #sns #sasunaru #narusasu #sasunarusasu #sasuke #naruto

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monstas1ut2 · 3 years

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(3/3) Eren Yeager

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

Send a DM just to trap me (damn)

Threw your bitch in a taxi (taxi)

Wanna get drunk and nasty? (Nasty)

It was inevitable, of course he was going to find out.. Now here you are, sitting in your mothers house trying to figure out what you could've done differently. It's not only embarrassing but it sucks because that's your father, he's your everything , he's the man who adopted you. All you had to do was stay away from Eren.. though you couldn't even do that..

"Cheer up, here.. I got watermelon and pineapples.. I know it's your favorite.."

The woman with glasses, your mother handed you the soft bowl that held your favorite fruit. Her eyes staring at you softly as you were sitting on the floor. It was like you felt like you didn't deserve a bed right now.. In all honesty though, it wasn't fully your fault.

The soft, warmth that you had from the strong arms that touched you in ways... that night had kept you asleep. His hair fit his face so well and he said so many things that night that was hard to pass by. It wasn't a joke, Eren knew what he wanted.. and that was you.. and still is.

The many missed calls from him was ridiculous and the texts were everlasting. He figured he'd messed up, that or you were maybe drunk last night..? You didn't seem drunk.. that's just because you weren't.

"I should've stayed away from him..."

"Cupcake, you can't keep blaming yourself. Shorty-pants tends to be that way with Eren because of their past. There's nothing wrong with Eren technically, he lost his parents at a young age, in front of his eyes.. so he's a bit mental from that.." the words came out of Hange's throat and you nodded slowly. The thought still edged you on though, why did Levi want you away from him..?

Just because he has mommy AND daddy issues? That is a bad sign for sure, but at the same time.. Eren has done nothing but shown you his kind side. As well as his sexual side but we ain't gonna talk about that.

"So why... did dad kick me out... because of that..? Or cuz of their background together..? Eren is nothin but nice to me.. I would've backed off otherwise I ain't stupid to stay wit a nigga that beats on me.."

These words spat out in direction of no one in particular since nobody is here.. but it hurt. You wanted to scream so badly but what good would it do anyways.. Slowly slipping a pineapple chunk in your mouth. You watched as Hange was conflicted on what to say.. which is odd.

She has known Levi longer than anyone.. but Levi is still a mystery. So all she could do was direct this somewhere else...

"He'll be fine later okay? Don't worry... just.. eat your fruit, someone's comin to see ya in a little bit.. mkay?"

It's almost been a month.. and you didn't see Levi becoming fine any day now.. from what you could see, you were abandoned just like whoever your real parents were..

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

Standing outside to get some nice air, your eyes watched the car in the driveway pull off. It was Hange's bmw. Her mission was to get Levi to straighten up and fly right, but you told her there wasn't any need. The damage was done already.. right?

Hange does tend to make things right though, she's just that lovable of a person..

Letting out a sigh, you'd decided to finally turn your back and try to go back into the house but your ears were kinda deceiving you. Your head whipping back towards the driveway as you saw the car that was there. It wasn't Hange for sure, though that black, porche was nobody's but..

Eren's...

His taller form immediately moving from that car and eventually coming to face you.. in all honesty he wanted to yell and scream and do everything in the book.. but seeing your pretty eyes tear up was enough for him.

After a few silent minutes passed, the two of you were now wrapped up in each other. As close as you two possibly could be on the comfy couch. Just bathing in each other's scent and aura. It was a nice feeling nonetheless, but at the same time, Eren was confused as to why you were so quiet. Why didn't you answer his messages or his calls...

"I'm sorry... I ain't mean to ghost you like that... but, he uhm..."

Swallowing down the tears that were edging to release again. Eren's green eyes stared into yours, his ears ready to hear everything you had to say to him. He wasn't going to ignore these feelings you had.. why would he?

"He found out... and he didn't like it.. obviously. He kicked me out...so I live here now..." your words spilling out of your throat, it sounded like you were in pain. Your glossy eyes staring up at Eren, who happened to be a bit more annoyed than anything. The past was the past... he didn't understand why Levi was so strung up on him. The two never had good relations, they always hated each other... Maybe in a past life too..

"I'll talk to him.."

"N-No, do you have a death wish..?"

"For you... I'll do anything you want.. if you wanna come live with me that's aight with me..." Eren offered up everything he could think of. There's just this feeling, he didn't want to leave you... but he also didn't want you to be abandoned by your father...

Eren knows that technically, that's already happened to you.. but you grew up with Levi and Hange..

"We gonna talk to him together... he ain't gon kill you if I'm there.. even if he hates me.."

"He Doesn't hate you... not him... he just pissed right now." Eren was correct, Levi was simply annoyed at the fact that you decided to spend the night without his knowing... and at EREN's house nonetheless. Levi already could think about what happened in that bedroom... though if you played your cards right, you could probably make it seem like it didn't happen...

Probably...

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

The paperwork continued to pile over, Hange's steps being big as she stepped over the books and papers. Honestly, this has to be the first time she's seen Levi like this. His house was a mess.

And that's something you don't hear everyday.

"Shorty! Shorty mc shorty pants...? Ah!" Hange was obviously teasing the male but she ended up tripping on one of his shoes that was in his office, man was he living in this one room?

Her glasses were put back on her face as she looked up at the desk. Seeing Levi tapping on his keyboard quickly. He himself probably didn't notice the way he was living at the moment... when he does he'll probably scold himself.

"You sir, need to get it together!" Hange spoke as she stood back up, and she earned a loud and annoyed sigh from the male.

"Look, shitty-glasses I don't have time for it right now!"

"Don't yell at me! This is about your kid wanting to isolate herself from the world because you can't stop being an asshole!" Hange quickly spoke as she then moved back from Levi, making sure her distance was far... still managing to joke in instances like this.

"Stop trying to pry them apart! I've seen Eren! He treats her like a Queen and he even gives her these looks that makes it known... he's not going to hurt her... not to mention she might hurt him first.. physically.. I've seen her throw a shoe at him once.." Hange chuckled out at her last sentence but Levi didn't seem like he was in a laughing mood.. nor was he ever...

"Fine" Hange huffed, her cheeks reddened at the fact that she couldn't persuade Levi-that's what she thought-and she immediately left his office, though came back and kicked one of the books over...

The two slender fingers he had was pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to surpass the headache that already arrived.

"Get out.."

"Daddy I ain't do nothin wit him, I just fell asleep I swear..-"

"I don't care!"

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

"I'm tired.. I'm goin to sleep Ight..? Pick me up tomorrow..." your words softly sliding out as Eren stared at your soft lips. This however made you smile and wrap your arms around him. Pulling him down to your height to kiss him gently. His lips still tasting like sugar...

Today, Eren kept you company and he even offered to take you out tomorrow... so all wasn't lost..

Eventually you'd closed your bedroom door and decided to get ready for bed. Gently laying in your bed after putting a scarf and bonnet on your head. The soft pillow was cold and that only made you a tiny bit more happier...

Knock knock

As you were about to close your eyes, the sound of knocking was on your door. That could be nobody but Hange... right? Considering this is her house but normally she just opens the door... without knocking..

"Come in...?" In a bit of a confused tone, you'd propped yourself up so you could get a better look at the door.

"Why say 'come in' if you're unsure... you're going to get yourself killed.."

"Daddy!" Your voice shrilled with happiness... and all Levi could feel was that same energy.. he may not like your little... boyfriend.. but he loves you.. his beautiful daughter...

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

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moonlit-jeno · 4 years

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pairing: mark lee x female reader

warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex

August 2nd, 11:43 am

Mark always looks the most innocent when he’s sleeping. There’s no worries about being good enough or stressing about what he has to do next, no furrowed eyebrows or clenched jaw. Just your boyfriend looking like an angel, snoring peacefully under the morning light. You almost feel bad waking him up, but you figure the steaming plate of food in your hand is enough to make up for it. Plus, it’s almost noon.

“Baby, wake up.” You kiss him, leaning back to set the tray of food on his nightstand before crawling onto the bed, settling yourself next to him. “Mark,” You sing his name softly, scratching your nails up his bare chest just the way you know he likes it. He shifts a little in his sleep, but doesn’t wake up. You pinch his nipple.

His eyes fly open and he jolts, looking down at his chest before following your hand to your face. He pouts. “I was sleeping.”

“Sorry.” You giggle even though you’re not, stroking his chest soothingly. The pout turns to a content smile and he lets his eyes flutter closed, his head falling back onto the pillow with a soft sigh. The peace only lasts a moment before he seems to wake up a bit more and he flies under the covers in record speed. “Mark, wha-”

“I’m naked.” He squeaks out, pulling the covers up even more to hide the dusting of pink covering his cheeks.

You just look at him. “And? Mark, I’ve seen you naked before. We literally had sex last night.” “Oh yeah.” He says thoughtfully, pushing the covers down so that his upper body is free. There’s a hopeful sparkle in his eyes when he looks at you. “Wanna give me a little reminder?” “Mhmm.” You humour him as he leans up to kiss you, pulling away when he tries to deepen it. “Maybe later. I have something else for you to eat right now.” His eyebrows furrow in confusion when you crawl to the edge of the bed, turning around to present him with the tray of food. “Happy birthday!”

His mouth opens and closes as he looks from you to the tray, and back to you. “You did this for me?” Mark asks, eyes wide. You nod. “Wow, fuck. Thank you so much.” He turns to kiss you and you nearly spill the tray, barely managing to save it from tipping over. A blueberry falls onto the sheets and you plop it into Mark’s mouth. He stands to push the sheets back a little bit, giving you room, before running out to the bathroom with the promise that “you’ll never even notice he’s gone.”

He’s sporting a pair of sweatpants when he returns, tied loosely enough that they’re barely staying up, and he wheezes when you brush your hand against the waistband. You smile innocently at his narrowed eyes and he drapes an arm around your shoulder when you wiggle a little closer to him, petting your side. His other hand reaches for the tray, hovering indecisively. “What’s this?”

“A smoothie.” You answer him, giggling at how he inspects the glass in his hand. “Strawberry, pineapple,” You lean into his ear for the last part, pressing a kiss to the skin just to watch him shiver. “Watermelon.”

Mark’s eyes go wide when he takes a sip out of the metal straw and he turns to look at you, impressed. “Wow, this is so good.” He holds the straw out to you. “Try some.” “I don’t think I need the straw.” You lean in to kiss him, tasting the sweetness of the drink mixed in with the mint from his toothpaste. “Mhmm, you’re right. It is good.” “Stop teasing me.” Mark pouts when you reject his second kiss. He tries again and you hold a piece of french toast to his lips to block him. “Food now, kisses later.” You push it past his lips and he hums in satisfaction. The two of you eat breakfast in a peaceful silence, content to just enjoy each other’s presence. Mark’s still trying to wake up and you’re just happy to snuggle into his side, nibbling on your piece of french toast.

“C’mere.” Mark sets his glass aside and tugs you into his lap. His lips are sugary sweet, maple syrup and fruits mixing on his tongue as you lick the sweetness off of him. There’s powdered sugar on his nose that you kiss away, wiping the excess with a giggle. His hands are hot on your hips and he slides them up your back, stroking at your skin beneath your shirt. “Wanna show you my appreciation.” He cups the side of your cheek with one hand, tilting your head to the side and deepening the kiss. A moan leaves you at the way he handles you so easily, boldly taking what he wants. You easily follow his lead, curling your hand in his hair and tugging when he nips at your lip.

His other hand moves down to rest on your ass and a jolt rips through you when he squeezes, your hips rutting against his unintentionally. A moan rumbles out of his chest and you eagerly drink in the sound, sliding your knees a little wider in an effort to feel him better.

“Can I ride you?” Mark breaks the kiss to catch his breath, yet he starts coughing at your question. You try to look innocent but you can’t help the laugh that leaves you at his flustered state. Mark laughs too, though it quickly breaks into a swear when you start rocking your hips at a more impatient pace.

“God yeah,” Mark groans, moving his hands to tug at the waistband of your shorts. “How is that even a question?” You giggle and kick your panties off, leaving you in nothing but Mark’s oversized t-shirt. He tugs at the edges of it when you go to pull it off and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “Can you leave it on?” It’s impossible to say no to him when he looks at you like that, dark eyes round with his question, his tongue coming out to wet his lips. “You like seeing me in your clothes?”

“Mhmm, you look fucking hot.” He agrees easily, kissing you again. His fingers press against your entrance to feel your wetness and you whimper, but he pulls them away just as fast. “Like knowing you’re mine.” “Someone’s a little possessive.” You joke, tugging his boxers off. He laughs and fake roars at you, sending both of you into a fit of giggles. “Oh my god, Mark, stop making me laugh. I’m trying to sit on your cock.” “Oh, my bad. I would never dream of stopping you from doing that.” Mark’s eyes lock on where you slide yourself along his length, dragging him through your folds. He licks his lips.

It’s always been so much fun to tease Mark, you can’t help yourself. “And what do you dream of?”

His hand moves to hold his cock, his other hand guiding you to sit down. “It looks something like this.” Mark fills you up so nicely, your eyelids fluttering as you sink yourself down slowly. He swears and his head falls back to hit the headboard, hips bucking up to push himself deeper. Your core burns but in the sweetest way possible, making your head spin with the pleasure.

“Mhmm, fuck.” Mark groans, kissing you messily. His tongue massages patterns against your own and you lose yourself in it, whimpering when you start to grind your hips in circles against him. “So fucking tight. Come on baby, ride me.” Another press of his lips to yours, a soft slap on the ass. “Make us feel good.” And you do. You wrap your arms around his neck and ride him slow, taking him in deep and basking in the fullness. Mark wraps his arms around you too, hugs you close to his chest and kisses you as if he doesn’t need oxygen. The slow, gentle pace fits with the morning and it feels so good, but you know it isn’t enough to make you come.

Mark moves his kisses to your neck when you brace your hands on his shoulders and start to bounce, tilting your hips so that he hits that spot, letting your head fall back on your shoulders and your jaw go slack. You cry out his name and he swears, moving one hand to your thigh, smoothing his hand up and down in a soothing motion. His other hand disappears under your shirt, slides up your tummy to find your breasts. He pinches a nipple and your hips jolt, pace faltering before you pick up speed.

“G-god, Mark, you feel so good.” You pant out dropping one hand to rub at your clit. It ties the knot in your abdomen even tighter, makes you ride him more frantically. “Am I- am I making you feel good?” “So good.” Mark reassures you, stroking your cheek with a tenderness that has your heart warming. “You’re always so fucking good to me.” His hand moves to your back and pushes your chest towards him, his mouth going to kiss at your breasts over the fabric of his shirt. A loud cry leaves you when he takes you nipple into his mouth, kissing and sucking at the bud through the fabric of his shirt. The pleasure reaches impossible heights and you curl one hand into his hair, keeping him there.

Mark ignores your whine when he pulls back to admire his work, his thumb swiping over the peaks poking through the now-see through fabric. “So pretty,” He breathes, blowing cool air onto the wet fabric. “So pretty, y/n. Are you going to come?” “Soon.” You gasp out, electricity running through your veins, heat pooling at the base of your spine. “Want you to come first though.” He delivers filthy, open mouthed kisses to both of your nipples, dropping his thumb to your clit and replacing yours. The circles he rubs into your bundle of nerves are harsh and unforgiving and send you hurtling to the edge so quickly that your head spins. He blinks up at you with deceivingly innocent eyes. “But I want to see you fall apart on my cock.”

You fuck yourself down on him even harder, flying over the edge and crashing head first into your orgasm. A loud moan leaves you along with swears and sobs of his name, your hands clutching him as close as possible to you. His thumb doesn’t let up on your clit, and the swears about how fucking tight you are get muffled into your chest.

There are tears in your eyes from how good it feels and your thighs are screaming for a break, but you keep bouncing on his cock because you need him to feel good. You need to make him come. It’s the only thought on your mind, and you’re so focused on it that you scream when Mark takes over. He leans back and draws his knees up, moving his hands to your hips to hold you steady, fucking into you with all he has. It’s so much to handle, especially without a break from your first orgasm, and all you can do is sob and cling to him, your body going lax as he takes over. Already you can feel yourself racing towards another high.

“Mark,” You gasp out, burying your face in his neck briefly before tilting your head up, searching for his lips. “Mark, kiss me.” He does, of course, even if it is filthy and depraved as you hold each other close, desperately chasing after your highs. Mark moans out that he loves you just before he comes, and you sob out a reply as he fucks you through his own orgasm and fills you with his come, the friction on your clit enough to make you come for the second time.

You melt into his chest as you come down, the bliss flowing through your body making you sleepy and cuddly. Mark must feel the same way, his chest rising and falling heavily as he tries to catch his breath, his hand stroking your back lazily. A couple of soft moans leave him as he comes down and he grinds his oversensitive cock up into you once more before pulling out, his cum immediately starting to trickle out of your core. You whine, squeezing your thighs closed at the feeling. He presses his lips to your forehead and you tilt your face up for more kisses.

The two of you lazily make out for what feels like forever, just kissing and holding each other. You break away to pout at him. “I need to pee.” Mark wraps his arms around you even tighter and whines. “No, don’t leave yet. I’m so comfortable.” You laugh and struggle against him, pinching his nipple in protest. He grumbles something. “Mark, I’m going to pee on you if you don’t let go.” His arms fall away in defeat and he sits up. “Fine, let’s go.” You stand up to waddle away but he grabs your wrist, pulling you back to him. He presses a kiss to your knuckles and strokes over the skin with his thumb. “I love you.” The look of adoration in his eyes makes your heart melt and you smile, stroking his hair before pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I love you more.” His arms wrap around your waist and he kisses you slow and deep, and you know that this will turn into another hour of making out if you don’t interrupt him. “Mark, I’m dripping cum onto your carpet. Let go!” He grumbles and complies, scurrying after you with an eager “Can we shower together?”

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hwrryscherry · 4 years

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The one where Harry & Model Y/N do a interview together.

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blurb: Harry and Model Y/N do their first ever interview together on the Late Late Show with James Corden and they play "Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts".

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I loved this concept SO much!!! And I really hope you guys like it too. Thank you anon for requesting this😍😍😍

The Late Late Show with James Corden producers called you and Harry trying to book you both to be on the show and to an interview together. You have to admit it that you got nervous; of course you had been through tons of interviews before but to do a double interview with Harry is a whole new level. You both are really private about your relationship and it's kinda rare to actually see one of you talking details of it, and it also had something to do about the larries fans. You were really concerned about them, you never want to disrespect them or even upset them in some way, even though some of them made fun of your relationship, they're still Harry's fans and you respect all of his fans without exception. But anyway, after a lot of talking between your management and between both of you too, you agreed to go and also felt a lot more comfortable because it was going to be with James, that was already friends of you guys.

It was set up that you both will be playing a game in the show called ''Spill your guts or fill your guts'', which actually worried you a little because of the hard questions but besides that, you were really calm, Harry made you calm. He was so great at calming you, I think it's the fact that those past 2 years you both had been through ups and downs and you got quite great at calming each other. And by the way, your man looked SO nice! You were kinda matching actually, as you both were wearing grey. You were in a grey suit and Harry had a grey sweater on looking stunning.

James called both of you on stage and you entered smiling and waving to the crowd as yoi walked towards James's direction. Harry gave him a big hug and you followed by hugging James as well. You both sat in the couch besides James's desk as the crowd got more silenced.

— It's so great to have you here! — James said to you both as he sat down on his chair — Honestly, I really thought you wouldn't accept!

— Oh, Y/N didn't want to! — Harry said quickly making you give him a slightly slap on his arm — Sorry, we had to discuss it! — Harry corrected himself making the crowd and James laugh.

— I never said I didn't want to! I said WE HAD to discuss it! — You corrected him making an emphasis on the ''we had''.

— Alright that's acceptable! Anyway — James looked at the papers on his hand and then back at you — How are you guys doing? I feel like I haven't seen you both in months because you always disappear!

— We've been good! — Harry said while playing with his rings in his hand. You crossed your legs as James stared at you. You couldn't help but start laughing a little because he was fixedly looking at you at that made you a little nervous!

— Yeah, we're pretty good! It's been a nice year! — You answered honestly — And we don't disappear! We just... I mean, I feel like there are times when we actually kinda get away from the world a bit. I truly don't know why. We just focus on spending some quality time together as a couple because we both work so much and we spend a lot of time traveling so it's something really important to keep the relationship stable. And we do it specially in the begging of the year, because that's when we celebrate our anniversary, so I guess it's just a habit that we have to disconnect and enjoy our time together so we can just focus on us and what we expect from the relationship on the following year. And it's the best time to do it because the holidays just happened and he have a little no work time to really be just us.

— Oh right! And how long have you been together by the way? — James asked, he actually knew the answer of that because you're all pretty great friends and you and Harry actually hangs out a lot with James and his wife.

— It's been two years now! — You answered.

— Yeah, it's been a bit now! — Harry completed.

— Oh so, you both weren't dating on the VS Show 2017? Because there were a lot of rumors by the end of the show! — James asked.

— We were not! We actually met at the VS, we took a long time to actually start dating, we started dating in early january 2018, I guess — Harry answered as he slided his hand on his perfectly styled hair.

— Oh, I see... And do you guys plan the future? — James asked making you and Harry exchange looks while smiling at each other — Oh, I like that look... Marriage? Kids? We ALL want to know!

— I mean... yeah! It's almost impossible to be this long in a relationship and not plan it! — Harry said — And I feel like we enjoy a lot of the time we spent together, it's been quite a journey and it's nice to have someone that you really care about and you want to have a future with by your side at some of the most important moments of your life, but I think we both agree that we still have a lot of things to experience before taking this step, you know, the marriage step. But yeah, I can't wait for a time when this is going to be a thing for us! I'd marry her in a heart beat and she knows it! — Harry said. He looked focused while talking but as soon as he felt your gaze towards him, he blushed and started smiling like a little boy who just got his favorite candy.

— So, you won't pop the question anytime soon? — James asked teasing Harry about his reaction over your gaze. As James were close friends with you guys, he knew how much you loved each other and actually everyone could see how Harry kisses the floor you walk by. He is head over heels for you and he melted anytime your hand touched him and anytime you smiled or even looked at him. Everyone who was close to you guys would know that you're the one for him and he's the one for him.

— I mean... — Harry had a cheeky smile on his lips — Who knows.. The year is just starting, 2020 it's a new year!

— And what's your thoughts on that, Y/N? — James asked looking at your blushed and smiley face.

— I agree with whatever he said! I was actually too distracted admiring his beauty to hear what he said. — You joked making Harry blush even more. You were head over heels about his man and this man only, totally in love with him.

— Alright so, on the next block we'll "Spill your guts or fill your guts'' where you'll see Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N answering the most crazy questions! We'll be right back! — James said to the camera that stopped filming immediately. You both stand up and walked with James to the other spot in the stage where the game was set up. It was a big rounded table with some of the most disgusting things you've ever saw and smelled. Apparently James wasn't going to play with both of you, but you could also see there was bull penis, cod sperm, chocolate cockroaches, hot sauce, 1.000 year old eggnod and banana smoothie in the table. But anyway, you just chatted with Harry and James until it was time to start shooting again.

— So, we're back, and we're about to start playing ''Spill your guts or fill your guts''. — Harry said as the camera started filming again — And apparently, I'm going to host this part, unless you want to? — Harry asked looking at you across the table.

— No, you can do it! — You answered as you sat straight in the chair looking at the things in the table — I'm nervous I've never done this before.

— Oh yeah, you've never done it! Well that's exciting! — Harry said before letting a small evil laugh leave his lips making you laugh as well and roll your eyes — Ladies first! — Harry said and you took a deep breath before taking a paper card in your hands. — So what am I eating? — Harry said as you both looked to the table.

— I guess...hum.. you can stay with the hot sauce! — You said cheeky smiling at him spinning the table to put the hot sauce in front of him.

— You know how much I hate hot sauce! — Harry said frustated while looking at the sauce.

— I know! — You said right before you whispered a low ''oh god'' before reading the paper — I love this! — You said laughing a little — Alright, Harry explain to the world the meaning of ''Watermelon Sugar'' — You said laughing as you watched Harry's face goes red when he listens to what you asked.

— Well... — He took a deep breath before laughing a little. He's face went completly red as he thought of explaining it — I guess it's about, hum.. Giving pleasure...to your significant other...hm.. by eating a watermelon! — He said pausing a little containing his laugh. Of course everyone knew the real meaning of Watermelon Sugar but neither of you had ever actually defined it with the exact words about the meaning.

— Alright! That was good!...Very convincing! — You looked at him with a slightly mocking expression as you saw Harry trying to decide on what he's gonna make you try.

— Let's go with the banana smoothie! — Harry said with a huge malicious smile on his lips.

— No fucking way! — You said immediately. Harry knew how much you hated banana, actually you'd rather die than eating a banana, so he just laughs — Harry...

— It's a game! You gave me the hot sauce, I'll give you the banana smoothie! — He said and you tried your best to do your pity face, even with the doggy eyes basically begging for him to chose everything else except the banana smoothie. — Alright, alright — Harry sighed making you smile as he now changed the banana smoothie to the bull penis. It was bad, but way better than banana. Harry got a paper card and laughed a little when he read what was written — You're one of the most notable supermodels on your generation and also are friends with some of the greatest models from your time. Rate Kendall, Gigi and Bella to best to the worst catwalks.

— Oh god! — You covered your face with your hands making Harry laughs out loud. You looked at the bull penis quietly and then at Harry again — I feel like I could answer, right?

— I feel like I could answer! — Harry completed putting an emphasis on the ''I could'' making you laugh and then slide your right hand through your hair.

— We've talked about this before, I know, but it was a healthy gossip between a couple... — You said staring at Harry's face thinking — I'd say... — You started but then stopped as the crowd cheered a bit.

— Just eat the penis! — Harry says quickly after letting out a long breath and making you laugh a little by the controversing of the words of your easily jealous boyfriend.

— If I might say, I'm very surprised you're asking me to eat another penis! — You answered quickly seeing Harry's eyes widen at you as he had a big smile on his face.

— I mean, it's just bull penis! — He said and you just agreed looking at the penis again — I mean, I could help you answer this.. Blink twice if the worst one is...

— I'M EATING THE PENIS! — You shouted getting one of them in your hand and just throwing it in your mouth chewing it slowing with a very ugly face because you knew Harry would actually say it, he can be the next gossip girl. — This is disgusting! This is probably the worst thing I've ever putted on my mouth.

— That's funny I thought you liked a penis in your mouth! — Harry said lowly making you literally choke and spit the bull penis in the small bucket you had in your hand and then drinking water as you tried to contain your laugh — But I mean, how much horrible things have you ever put on your mouth, right?

— That's not the point! Focus on the game! — You said as you looked through the rest of the things in the table — As I ate the penis, I'll give you the cod sperm so we can match later. — You said positioning the cod sperm in front of him — Actually, how did they got the sperm out of the cod? — You asked and Harry laugh looking at it as he said he had no idea. You picked another paper card and let out a loud laugh — I LOVE this game! Between Niall, Louis, Liam and Zayn, rank their solo careers to best to... — You laugh at the exact moment Harry covered his forehead with his head. He got the napkin beside him and wrapped it around his neck, then he got the fork with the cod sperm and stared at it quietly.

— Just put it in your mouth and swallow. Don't look at it! — You said innocently making the crowd laugh and Harry to look at you with a mocking expression while trying to contain his smile.

— Right, because ''don't look at it, just swallow'' fixes everything. What are you gonna tell me now? Should I spit or should I swallow? — Harry joked making you laugh realizing what you actually said.

— I mean, I'd swallow it! — You said joking back while holding back your laugh. Even though you were actually shy, you and Harry were used to always making sexual jokes so it was normal to you, and very funny too as you'd do it all the time. But Harry did as you said and threw it in his mouth, but he spit on the bucket beside him. It was your time again and he chose the chocolate Cockroaches and read the last question.

— Who is the most surprising celeb to ever slide into your DMs? — Harry asked making you smile thinking if you should tell it or not even though you knew exactly who it was and so did Harry. You'd always tell each other when someone flirted with you because this helped a lot to deal with all the being extremaly jealous story — WHO IS HE? — Harry joked making you let out a laugh.

— I mean.. I'd say you, for sure! I was really surprised! — You said making him smile because even though he knew you were very excited when he answered your DM, he was definetly not the most surprising celeb to slide into your DMS but he accepted the answer either way.

— Alright, this was fun! — Harry said finishing the game and then the camera came back to James and the new guest of the show.

You and Harry left the studio of The Late Late Show in NYC and grabbed dinner at a french restaurant in the city exactly like you both said you'd do in the end of the night. In the restaurant, you basically talked about the game and how fun it was to do this together and how much you loved going through new experiences together and how much you wanted to see what the future will bring to both of you, because even though the future was uncertain, you both had 100% of certain you wanted to spend it together.

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my-simp-land · 3 years

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My Whole World

Bucky wants to go for a motorcycle ride, and you end up going with him as his "chaperone." A beautiful kaleidoscope awaits you. Bucky x reader. 1954 words. Fluff. Have fun on the ride :))

“Hey Friday? Do we have any grapes?”

“We do not, Miss. We have gala apples, bananas, blueberries, mangos, strawberries, and watermelon.”

“Strawberries and sugar, it is. Thank you, Friday.”

“You’re welcome, Miss.”

It’s a short walk to the kitchen. I’m on hall GERS, so I have to walk through the common area to get to the kitchen. As I approached, I could hear quite the argument. Likely, Bucky and Sam. Or Bucky and Tony. The way I describe it, and it might be my bias, but Bucky isn’t actually the problem. Bucky and Sam were like a married couple; they could fight all day and go home and climb into bed together. Bucky and Tony are something else though. After Bucky’s rehabilitation in Wakanda, it took a while for Tony to accept Bucky’s apology and allow him to stay in the compound without constant surveillance. That was a tense period of times. Bucky always tries to be kind to Tony, but if Tony gets slightly agitated then it’s on.

“It’s just a ride. The bike has trackers. My arm has trackers. I can even be back before dark.”

“I don’t care, tin man. You’re not leaving the premises without a chaperone. You live with the Avengers, and if you run or turn or get captured, what does that say about us?”

“I won’t be turned! Shuri got it out of my head! And Vision and (Y/N) made sure of it! I don’t understa-”

Now is a good time if any. “Hey guys. Have any dinner plans?”

Silence.

“Well...I’m just gonna grab some strawberries real quick then I’ll be out of your hair.”

It was deathly silent as I arranged my plate with strawberries and fixed a little ramekin with some sugar. It’s usually Sam and Bucky that do the staring contest, but Tony can be childish too.

“I don’t think I need a babysitter.”

“And I don’t care.”

And the bomb dropped. They were yelling over each other to quite a degree. Yelling was never your thing. Or any loud noise in all honesty. Trauma does funny things to you. You could see Steve and Sam at the common room entrance and Wanda and Nat at the other hall enterance. I’m certain we are about to see the beginning of the second civil war.

“YOU’RE SCARING (Y/N)!”

“YOU’RE THE ONE THAT BROUGHT IT UP WITH HER STILL HERE! YOU SHOULD APOLOGIZE!”

“YOU RAISED YOUR VOICE FIRST! IT WAS JUST A NORMAL CONVERSA-”

“BULLSHIT! YOU JUST CAN’T LIVE WIT-”

“i’ll do it.”

Everything seemed to stand still. Onlookers happened to turn to me, and Bucky and Tony were locked in another staring contest. I guess I’ll have to say it again.

“I’ll do it. I’ll ride with you, Bucky. Just- just stop yelling please.”

Bucky sighed and looked away from Tony, losing the contest. “Doll, you don’t have to ride with me. I’ll just put it off. You don’t even like motorcycles. I’ll just hang here.” He tried to do that smile that would make me agree. I coud see it in his blue eyes that he was sad about it though. It seems to him that I’m agreeing with Tony about him needing a babysitter.

“No. We’ll ride. I trust you to drive.”

His eyes nearly doubled in size. I knew I hooked him. It wasn’t often that someone said that to him, even after his rehab. I do trust him though. He’s always protected me on missions, HYDRA and Avengers alike. He’s the most dangerous person I know, but I know without a doubt that he would save me should something happen on our drive.

“Okay. That’s settled. Thank you for riding with Tin Man. I’ll see you two once you’re back.”

Tony turned and left the kitchen. It seems like everyone else cleared out pretty quick too. That just leaves me, Bucky, and my strawberries.

“You can uh, eat before we go. I didn’t plan on being back soon.”

“Okay.”

“And maybe something a little warmer. It gets cold on the mountain after dark.”

“Alright. I’ll meet you in 45.”

A quick snack, refresh, and change of clothes later, I was stepping into the garage to meet Bucky. When you stepped in, you could spot Bucky near the back looking at Tony’s father’s car. Tony would keep them out of sight, but Bucky and Steve enjoyed them. It also reminded them of how different they are.

“Hey Buck. Ready to go?”

“Yeah, doll. Just...looking. Steve is letting us borrow his bike. Let me show you some safety stuff on it...just in case, y’know.”

We walked over to the Steve’s bike. It was a pretty bikes, but you’d seen it plenty. Steve loved that thing like it was a child. Bucky however, he was something else. He had his long hair pulled back into a half up half down look. His stubble had recently graduated into a beard. The extra dark hair on his face made his blue eyes pop even more. His outfit though. It was rare to see him out of his usual hoodie, basketball shorts, and slides or his field outfit. He had dressed warm for the occasion. Bucky wore his leather coat over a navy henley. He wore dark jeans and heavy iron toed boots. He was the definition of…

“Doll, you listening?”

“Uh, no.”

“I figured as much. Put your helmet on and we’ll go.”

“What about your helmet? I know you might not have much up there, but it is quite a pretty face.” His eye roll was so hard it probably could’ve detached his eyes.

“Super soldier, angel. I don’t nee-”

“James Buchanan, I will not get on a death trap motorcycle with someone who doesn’t have a helmet on. Do you even have a driver’s license? Muchless a motorcycle license?”

“I’ll put a helmet on if you don’t ask about my license situation anymore. Deal?”

“You drive a hard bargain. Okay, deal.” I handed him my helmet. He slipped it on as I grabbed another. Maybe this was a bad idea.

“Hop on, doll. Yeah, just like that. Scoot closer. Closer. Like right up against- yeah. Yes. Alrighty. Your feet will rest here and here. Keep them there so you don’t burn yourself on the motor. Perfect, dollface. Now, just hold on. Not- no. Doll, hold on to me. You won’t have any stability behind me.”

“I don’t know about this…”

“You agreed. Just hold me like you hold that big green frog marshmallow thing.”

“Bucky!”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you clutch that thing. I’m honestly surprised you haven’t busted it yet. Now hold on.”

“I hate you.”

He laughed that sweet beautiful laugh. It was rare to get a genuine laugh out of him, so maybe this death machine was worth it. “I know you do.”

And we were off. Back tire skidded and fish tailed behind us. Tony would complain about that. My helmet was glued between Bucky’s shoulder blades. My screams and Bucky’s laughter filled the comms. The wind blew past us, but my arms didn’t let up on Bucky’s torso. My heart felt like it was beating out my chest. I’m certain he could feel my heart on his back. I could feel us turn through the curvy mountain roads. Thankfully I listened to Bucky and got a thicker coat or I would be frozen to the bone.

“Doll, look up.”

“No. My head is gonna fly off if I look up.”

“I promise, doll. Don’t you trust me.”

Fuck.

I would much rather be shot again than lift my head from the safety of Bucky’s back, but he pulled the stupid trust card. “You can do it, angel. It’s so worth it.”

It was slow motion. My head came up, and the wind blew across my helmet and down my neck. I had to blink to get used to the light again. Everything was so beautiful, The yellow-greens of the spring leaves created a beautiful kaleidoscope of colors around us. White blossoms littered the road and fell around us. Sunbeams poked through the leaves and reflected off in a perfect way.

“Wow.”

“Yeah. We’ll stop up here to watch the sunset.”

Everything seemed to slow down. I was so enamored by the scenery I didn’t notice Bucky stealing glances at my big head. I definitely looked like a bobble head.

Bucky pulled off the road onto a lookout. We had the perfect view of the valley.

“Wow Bucky. Look! You can see the compound from here! Oh wow. The trees are so pretty. Everything is...golden.”

“Yeah. I remember driving up here a couple times before the war. The first time I came was not long after Becca was born. I was still really young, but I remember the stars sparkling. It was the first time I had ever seen them. Y’know, being in Brooklyn and light pollution and what not. I knew I wanted to spend every night here, just looking at the stars.”

Bucky shuffled a little closer. I could feel the heat radiating from him. We faced the sun as it set deeper into the valley. Everything was turning from a nice green yellow to orange and golden,

“The second time was not long before I was shipped out. I had saved up enough for gas to borrow my pa’s truck. We spent all day here. It was unbearably hot all day. Poor Steve, he was still a bean pole, and I basically had to sell my soul to keep him long enough to see the sunset. It was worth it though. I would do it everyday for him. We stood here, just like us, and watched the sunset. We’d seen the sunset plenty, but his face when he looked up and saw those stars. His face was priceless.”

I could see how much Steve meant to him, and how much he missed his home. Even though he was getting better at fitting in, it still wasn’t where he belonged.

“I’m sorry, Buck. I wish I could take you back.”

“No, no, no. Doll. I didn’t mean it that way.” His hands covered my shoulders, flesh and metal. “I’m trying to say...oh lord how do i? I’ve only brought my best friend here and now you and...I don’t know. I’m not as smooth as I was. Just uh...I want you to know that you’re special to me. In a Steve but not Steve way.”

My mouth was a perfect O. I knew I was daft, but this is a new low. My brain was already short-circuiting, but I shut down when he grabbed my face. I was stuck staring into his ocean blue eyes.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

His soft lips touched mine. My body was suddenly in motion. Our chests were squished together and my hands found their way to the back of his neck, his hair intertwined my fingers. In that moment, his breath became mine. Our souls were one. Everything I was flowed through him, and everything he was flowed through me. Fuck the sunset, this is something else.

We pulled away. It was like post nut clarity. “I hope you did the same for Steve when you brought him.” Bucky died laughing. The full belly laugh that would hurt if you laughed too long. It was highly contagious because I was leaning into him. “You know Steve is too modest to do something as passionate as that.”

Our laughter trailed off, and we were left staring at the valley. We missed the actual sunset, but you could begin to see the stars poking through.

“It’s like looking over the whole world.”

“Yeah, my whole world.”

yoooo. i hope you enjoyed. i love doing little domestic pieces like this. if you have some ideas for domestic pieces you want to see, please send me an ask. i can't promise i'll write since i'm inconsistent af, but it might motivated me more :))

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Headcanon - Their adorable moments

This work, 他们可爱的小瞬间, was originally written by 君兮耶君兮 on Weibo, and she has given me permission to translate it 🌸

[ VICTOR ]

Dislikes the dinosaur onesie you bought for him, but still wears it when you’re being coquettish

Occasionally finds Pudding a hindrance because you cuddle it before giving him a hug whenever you return home

Enjoys watching your cheeks puff up after he feeds you because it gives him a warm contentedness

Will get sulky if you don’t give him a goodbye kiss before leaving

If you're in a bad mood and don't feel like eating, he’d worry that his culinary skills declined

After marriage, he has never once taken off the ring on his fourth finger

Even though he claims that Shiba Inus are childish, he’s been using the cup and blanket you gave him

When he sees the doodles of things related to him on your draft proposals, he will be in a great mood

Before marriage, he welcomed it when the entire company called you “Lady Boss”

Likes calling you “Dummy” because it sounds special

“Victor, why did you sneak a kiss?!”

“I did it openly.”

[ GAVIN ]

Really wants to take a stroll underneath the ginkgo trees of Loveland High with you

Spent a very long time learning the bass so he could accompany your piano playing

When he doesn’t dare to tell you that he’s injured, it isn't because he’s afraid you’d be angry. He’s afraid you’d be sad.

He prefers eating spicy food, but he says he loves all of your dishes

Before marriage, his face would blush whenever someone addressed you as “Sis-in-law”. He never denied it.

As the saying goes, “Even heroes have a weakness for the charms of a beautiful woman.” Gavin reflects this saying well - to him, your tears are deadly weapons

He remembers the milk tea you like, along with your preferred sugar level and toppings

If you make him a bento, he will definitely open it in front of everyone

Enjoys bringing you flying to see the stars in clear weather

He doesn’t like it when Flyer licks you

“Gavin, are you feeling around because you want to hold hands?”

“Yes.”

[ LUCIEN ]

When he sees the things his Snail Girl has left for him in the laboratory, his mood is great for the entire day

Before sleeping, he remembers to place your phone further away to reduce radiation

When sharing an umbrella, it will always lean towards you

A picture of the two of you is on his desk

He always gives you the first bite of the white tea flavoured ice-cream

There are plasters in his pocket just in case your shoes chafe your feet

He waits for you at the office after work, and the receptionists recognise him

As your program advisor, he asks for compensation in the form of kisses and hugs

He likes watching black-and-white movies with you because when he sees the story being played while holding your hand, it feels as though he’s living through it

When he sleeps, he will subconsciously draw you into his arms and hug you really tightly, never letting you go in this lifetime

“Lucien, that’s my cup.”

“I know. I hope the Little Butterfly can see that I’m hinting for a kiss.”

[ KIRO ]

80% - 90% of the time Kiro talks back to Savin, hides snacks and eats sumptuous meals is because of you

When he sees delicacies, the first person he thinks of is always Miss Chips

He enjoys playing games with you at home. Even if you're a noob and end up dragging him down, he won’t leave you in the lurch

He really likes bears and bunnies, and they feature on both of your matching pyjamas

He loves buying couple items. At one glance, one can tell that they come in a set. Just like the both of you.

Whenever he returns home, the first thing he says is: Miss Chips, I really missed you.

When he’s jealous, he resembles a pufferfish

Enjoys flaunting your relationship on Weibo. If he makes you angry, he’d get advice from his wide fanbase

When eating hotpot, he insists on mandarin duck hotpot. It’s not because he can’t eat spicy food, but because it symbolises a happily married couple

When performing, he will reserve the best seat for you. After performing a song, he’d show you a tiny, secret code that only the two of you know about

“Miss Chips, I left the center of the watermelon for you~ Is it sweet?”

“It’s just like you - extraordinarily sweet!!”

[ SHAW ]

When he says “bye” before the leaving the house, he definitely needs a reply. Otherwise, he’d come back and say it again in a louder voice

He only drinks mixed Cola in Live House. He doesn’t drink alcohol, nor does he allow you to

Even when he says he'd let you starve to death, a deliveryman will come knocking at your door the next second, bringing you all of your favourite food

Loves to play pranks on you like causing thunder to roar. When you’re afraid and burrow into his arms, he chuckles happily

He rarely blushes. But if you take the initiative to kiss him, he takes revenge

He doesn’t like looking at the weather forecast because he finds it inaccurate

Loves seeing you flustered and exaggerated. Deliberately makes you angry so you’d pay more attention to him

When he’s hugging you, he removes his jacket so you don’t get jabbed by the rivets

He’s a student who often skips classes yet his grades are good. It really makes one want to give him a punch.

He only sleeps well when his arms and legs are wrapped around you, caging you in his arms

“Shaw!! The potatoes I planted are gone!?”

“I’ve told you so many times - my field of study isn’t digging!”

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ri-ahhh · 4 years

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hi can you write about spending a valentine’s day with gray pls?

valentine’s day smut w/ gray? + more haha sorry couldn’t put them all in

A/N: I’m sorry this is a day late. It was supposed to be 90% smut but somehow it took on a mind of its own and turned into this monster.

warnings: smut, extremely cheesy, way too long

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It should be a given understanding that Valentine’s Day is the dumbest, most antiquated, overrated holiday that’s ever existed. That had always been your take on it, even as a little kid — the worry of spelling your classmates’ names correctly on cards imprinted with cheesy Scooby Doo and Spongebob puns; the expectation to dress up nice in the hopes you would get asked to be someone’s Valentine in the hallways of middle school; the potential embarrassment of being the only person in class who didn’t get bought one of those stupid roses from a ‘secret admirer’ in high school.

There’s simply too much pressure surrounding the idea of professing your love or even your mere fondness for anyone and everyone in your life. The fear of rejection if you do, and the judgement if you don’t. It had always made you anxious, whether you had someone to share the day with or not.

But this Valentine’s Day, as a young twenty-something, you were actually (secretly) looking forward to it. Conner was your first adult relationship, with the title of ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’ and labels and commitment. He’s cute and smart and charming and yours. So, sue you if you were quietly anticipating wearing that SavageXFenty set beneath a brand new dress while you went to dinner after being greeted at the door with roses and a box of chocolates.

And yet here you are, on February 14th, hood of your sweater drawn over your head as you rummage through your freezer with a clear target in your mind. Your eyes are blurry and swollen, but you find the pint of birthday cake Nada Moo with ease, and you slam the freezer door closed a little harder than you really mean to as soon as it’s in your grasp.

You’ve just popped the lid off when your phone buzzes on the kitchen counter where you’ve plopped down to eat your depression snack in a more acceptable place than your bed or the couch.

You see Grayson’s name accompanied by a goofy, up-close picture of him smiling filling the screen, and hesitate. He’s one of your best friends, and clearly done nothing wrong, but you’re not sure you’re capable of handling anyone of the male species right now after...everything.

At the end of the day, though, it’s Grayson. He knows heartbreak almost better than anyone, and you’ve coached him through it on more than one occasion. Maybe he can spew back some of your own advice if it comes to that.

You swipe the bar at the bottom of the screen, and your ceiling suddenly replaces the image of his silly, handsome face. “Sup?”

“Yo. Am I interrupting anything? Sorry, just remembered what day it is.”

You swallow. “Uh no, you’re not.”

“What’s wrong?”

You bite your lip hard, digging your spoon into the softened ice cream. Was it that obvious just from your voice that you had been upset? Or does he just know you that well?

“Nothing.”

“You sound like you’ve been crying.”

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie. Let me see your face.”

There’s a beat of silence, and you concede. “No. I’ve been crying.”

He’s quiet, and you can’t bring yourself to look at his own face in the corner of the screen. You shove the chunk of ice cream past your lips, and after a moment he says with a softer tone, “Crying on Valentine’s Day is never a good sign.”

You’re glad that you’ve gotten so much of your tears out already, because you feel the inevitable prickle behind your eyes that would have been full-blown waterworks a few hours ago. You scoop another bite. “Conner cheated on me — has been, cheating on me. I found out last night.”

Grayson sighs your name, and something about the genuine sympathy in his voice makes you even more emotional. “Fuck. I’m so sorry. What a piece of shit.”

You shrug even though he can’t see, and sniffle past the lump in your throat. “It’s whatever. I’m still in shock more than anything. Hurts like hell, though, still. I let him have it when I saw the texts and he hasn’t tried to call me once. No texts. Nothing.”

He’s silent, but it’s that raging silence you know oh so well from him. It doesn’t happen often, but anyone who knows Grayson Dolan knows that when his volume comes down, he means business. A loud and obnoxious Grayson is a happy one, but a brooding and quiet one means serious business.

“Do you want me to go beat his ass? I’ll do it.”

A smile cracks your scowl before you know it, and you shake your head. “No thanks, Gray. As much as I’d love to see that happen, I like your face the way it is. And not on a mugshot.”

He chuckles a little, and you feel your chest lift some just hearing the familiar depth of it. “Well, do you at least want me to come over later? I totally get if you need to be alone, but I know from experience sometimes what helps the most is having good friends around.”

You’re a little surprised. “You don’t have a date?”

“Nope.”

“No one from the roster hitting you up?”

“I don’t have a roster,” he argues playfully, but you both know that’s a lie, if not at least a stretch of the truth. “And even if I did, you’re more important. Always.”

You sigh and take another bite. His words make your neck tingle and your toes wiggle, but you ignore it; your brain is full of confusion as it is. “That makes one man in my life who thinks so, I guess.”

You finally prop your phone up against the fruit basket sitting in the middle of your bar so he can see you. Grayson takes in your image, which admittedly must look kind of pathetic, and you watch his jaw clench and release in a way that you can’t deny is utterly sexy.

“Is an hour okay? Tell Vanessa to come, too.”

“Benito took her to Tulum for the weekend,” you say, referring to your best friend and her boyfriend. “She did threaten to get on a plane and come home early for me, though.”

Grayson grins crookedly, but his jaw is still tight. “Well, tell her you’re in good hands. See you in an hour?”

You give it one last quick consideration; you already feel this much better just talking to him on the phone. Nothing bad could come from him being in your apartment, and you trust him. “Yeah, that’s fine. But just so you know, I’m already at the stage of eating ice cream at 10:30 AM.”

“Did you forget you’re talking to the emotional ice cream eating champion? No judgement here.”

You finally let out a giggle, your spirits officially lifted. “I’ll see you soon.”

True to his word, Grayson arrives at your door about an hour later, his arms laden with milkshakes from Monty’s, a gift bag decorated all over with sparkly hearts, and a gorgeous bouquet of flowers.

You’re stunned. The only thing you’d managed to do in the time it took him to get here was take a quick shower in attempts to rid your face of some of the puffiness, throw on some shorts this time with a fresh hoodie, and toss the used tissues scattered around your place into the garbage.

Before you can say anything, he holds out the flowers. “They were out of roses. But I know you like pink.”

You reach out for them slowly, eyes wide, your fingers brushing his when you grasp the plastic wrapping. His cheeks are a similar color to the petals, and it makes both your heart and your lips smile.

“Peonies are my favorite,” you say truthfully. “And yes, especially pink ones. Thank you, Gray.”

“You’re welcome,” he says, sounding relieved.

As he crosses the threshold of your door, he leans down to kiss your cheek, and you can’t help but hum quietly and pull him in for a hug. “That gift better not be for me, either,” you mumble into his chest.

Grayson pulls back, his eyes sparkling, but keeps you close with an arm wrapped loosely around your shoulders. “Oh, this? No, this is for my other best friend I’m trying to cheer up on Valentine’s Day.”

You slap his arm playfully, and lead him into your kitchen, pulling out a vase from the cabinet beneath your sink for the flowers.

The bag has a few gifts in it: a new Comfy (“I remembered you ruined yours when that ketchup bottle exploded all over you the other day”); a huge bag of watermelon sour patch kids (“I know they’re your favorite. Also ice cream gives you brain freeze after the first pint or so, trust me”); and a heart shaped box of your favorite chocolates (“you can eat them or burn them, I wasn’t sure which you’d appreciate more but either is fine with me.”)

You appreciated all of it, more than he would ever understand. All you can do is fling yourself at him weakly, completely overwhelmed. “Fuck you, you’re gonna make me cry all over again.”

Grayson envelops you in those huge, muscular arms, cooing behind that laugh you love so much. “Is that a really backwards way of saying thank you?”

You grunt in affirmation, and with you still wrapped up in his arms, he starts waddling the two of you back the short distance into your living room.

“Here,” he says, coaxing you down into the blanket nest you had created on the couch. “You chill and find a movie. I’ll make popcorn.”

You do, and he does, and the next few hours are spent lounging about in your apartment. Having him here with you is doing wonders from keeping your mind from going down the paths you’d been spiraling towards ever since you saw the messages between Conner and no less than four other girls on Snapchat. You don’t believe in snooping, but finding the first one had been an accident when he received the snap while you had his phone, and your finger happened to press the icon at just the right moment.

In your eyes, though, the image of one pair of tits that weren’t your own was enough justification to see what else you could find.

“I hate to admit it, but I’m kind of relieved,” you told Grayson a while later, Shrek playing on the TV quietly. He’s sitting next to you, far enough apart for there to be couch space between the two of you, but close enough to share the oversized blanket thrown over your laps. “Obviously what he did is so fucking shitty and I’m not justifying it in any way, but I can be honest with myself now and realize I wasn’t in that relationship for the right reasons. There wasn’t anything there emotionally at the end of the day.”

“You still have every right to feel hurt by what he did, though. It’s a huge violation of trust,” Grayson assures, reaching out and squeezing your hand gently.

You squeeze back and grimace at him. “Yeah.” You let out a little mirthless laugh and shake your head, heat flooding your cheeks. “It’s so embarrassing, too. And finding out the day before Valentine’s, no less. Like, I just wanted to look cute, have a nice dinner, have some nice sex, and just... I don’t know. Have an actual Valentine’s day for once. No pressure or anxiety or anything.”

Grayson stares at you in that way he does — so intense and almost intimidating if there wasn’t a genuine warmth behind it. You’re suddenly aware of his thumb brushing the back of your hand slowly. He squeezes your fingers again.

“So, let’s do it, then. You and me.”

You arch a brow at him, smiling at the rosiness in his cheeks when he realizes what he might have implied. “The dinner part, I mean. And the dressing up. Even though I think you look plenty cute right now.”

You roll your eyes, but for the countless time that day, your heart flutters happily. Looking back, you can’t remember the last time Conner had complimented your appearance, let alone after hours of crying and lazing around in sweats, sugar crystals stuck to the corner of your lip.

“That would be great, except there’s no way we’re getting into any restaurant at this point,” you remind him. “Probably no delivery, either.”

“I’ll cook for you,” he counters, throwing the blanket off his legs and standing up with a groan. He stops to stretch, and the way his arms go over his head makes his shirt ride up at the bottom, exposing a chunk of hard muscles and golden skin.

You swallow, eyes trailing up the rest of his torso appreciatively. “I don’t have much.”

He’s already rummaging through your pantry, though, and pulls out a half-full box of pasta, a jar of marinara sauce, and a leftover chunk of sourdough bread. “You got salad stuff?”

You nod, and he opens the fridge to find some lettuce, peppers, and other salad fixings before setting them with the pasta ingredients on the counter. “Go get dressed, look as cute or not cute as you want. I’ll take care of this.”

He’s absolutely unreal. “Gray-”

Grayson holds up his hand. “Ah, no, I’m doing this. You deserve it. Also, I’m hungry. It’s a win-win.”

Your stomach growls as well, and that’s all the convincing you need. While he gets busy in the kitchen, you tidy up the living area some before heading to your room. You feel a little silly, making your third outfit change of the day, but you also like the giddiness in the pit of your belly at the thought of Grayson doing all of this for you. You might as well take advantage of having someone like him in your life. Show him some Valentine’s appreciation of your own.

You forgo the slinky red number you had planned to wear to the restaurant with Conner, and opt instead for a rather unsuspecting blouse-jeans combo, which happen to both respectively frame your tits and ass perfectly.

The lacy, bright pink set in the back of your closet might have made it beneath your clothes, though. The prettiness of it made you feel that much better, even if no one else was going to see it.

Maybe.

Padding back into your kitchen after running a flat iron through your hair and throwing on some concealer, mascara, and lip gloss, you find Grayson draining the pasta into a colander in the sink.

Grayson does a double-take when he sees you standing there admiring the flex of his bicep as he holds the pot. “Hey! You look amazing.”

“If you say so,” you joke, bumping his hip with yours as. You pass him to pull plates and bowls out of the cabinet.

“I do,” he insists quietly.

Arm outstretched mid-reach, you look over at him, locking eyes with his hazel ones. He looks a little surprised by the words that left his mouth, like he meant for them to stay inside his head. There must be some kind of challenge in your gaze, daring him to elaborate.

He busies himself with the pasta again hastily, his voice low. “Conner is a fucking idiot. To do that to you. To let you go. You don’t deserve that. Especially not today.”

Plates in hand, you rest them gently on the counter with your lower lip caught between your teeth, and peer over at this handsome man you’re so proud and lucky to call your best friend. He’s everything you thought Conner was — cute and smart and charming — but so much more — beautiful and good and kind.

And he’s been right here in front of you the whole time.

You reach out and touch his elbow softly. The hairs on his forearm are crisp but soft, and you follow them down to that gleaming watch on his wrist.

“You know,” you start quietly, fingers tracing the links of the band before flipping his hand over to trace the lines of his palm, “you keep talking about what I deserve today. But you deserve all that and more. You deserve someone’s love that matches your own.”

He watches your delicate fingers on his large, calloused palm, then trails his eyes up to yours when he feels their attention on his face. A piece of hair flops into his eyes, and you reach up without thinking or any hesitation to push it away again with a little smile playing on your glossy lips.

You look down and lay your palm flat against his, admiring the difference in size between your hands for a moment before interlocking your fingers with his.

“I love you.”

Your eyes flit up to his in surprise; he beat you to the words.

“In case that wasn’t obvious,” Grayson continues, turning towards you. “And I hope that’s not too much for you to handle, with everything you’ve had hap-”

“I love you too, Gray,” you interrupt, stepping that much closer to him so you’re nearly chest-to-chest with him.

“Yeah?” He sounds almost boyish in his astonishment, and it makes you want to hold him tight and never let go.

“Yeah,” you giggle. “A lot. I’m sorry it took me getting dumped to realize it.”

He shakes his head, his hand resting on your cheek gently. “Can I kiss you?”

You nod once before he’s swiftly ducking down to claim your lips with his. They’re soft and pliable, and you feel their effects from the nerves in your scalp all the way down to your bare toes.

“Grayson,” you breathe, lashes fluttering open as he pulls back just enough to look at you concernedly.

You smile, bigger and brighter than you have all day, and cup his stubbled cheeks with your hands, scratching your nails gently against his jaw. “I just wanted to say your name.”

Grayson grins now, too. He kisses you more insistently now that he’s got the taste of you on his tongue, which he flicks against the underside of your top lip as he breaks the kiss. “Say it again.”

“Make me,” you challenege, voice breathy and excited, eyes closed as you savor his sweet breath against your lips. “In my room.” You feel him tense up a bit, and you open your eyes to meet his questioning gaze, biting back a smile at the inevitable hope also shining there. “I’m sure.”

With that, Grayson hauls you up into his arms, and you wrap your legs around his waist with a squeal as he buries his face into your neck. He starts making the way to your bedroom, cooked food left long forgotten in the kitchen behind you.

“Are you wearing my signature scent?” he asks, inhaling your skin deeply.

“Mmhm,” you hum, threading your fingers through the back of his thick hair. It’s so long again, and you give the dark strands a sharp tug that makes him grunt. “Part one of my gift to you. Since you got so many for me today.”

“Part one, huh?” he says, crossing the threshold of your room. “What’s part two?”

“What I’m wearing underneath this,” you whisper in his ear, giggling loudly when he lies you down on the bed with more of a toss than he might have intended. “If you want it, that is.”

He looks at you like you’ve lost your mind at the mere suggestion that he wouldn’t, and you take that as enough encouragement to tug at the bow tying your forest green silk wrap blouse together.

The folds part open and expose your chest, clad in that pink lace demi-cup bra with the cage detailing over the tops of your breasts. Grayson moans and dips down to nuzzle your cleavage, breathing in the scent of your warm skin. His hands trail up your sides, from your hips to your rib cage, until they settle in the dips of your waist. His touch ignites you, makes your back arch and your hips grind up against his thigh between your legs, just from the sensation of his hands on these new parts of your body.

“Grayson,” you sigh, and he smirks up at you with his chin on your tits when he realizes that’s all it took for you to say his name again.

You grab his cheeks and kiss that smugness away, shifting your legs so they’re wrapped around his waist once again, pushing down on the small of his back to get your centers to meet.

Both of you gasp into each other’s mouths when his erection rubs against your pussy, even through all the layers of clothing still on your bodies. You reach down blindly, still attacking his mouth with yours, and feel around for his belt.

His pants come off, followed by yours, and he sits you up enough to push your blouse off your shoulders rather gently considering the intensity of everything. Once the garment is tossed over his shoulder, you’re down to nothing but that pretty lingerie and he in his boxer briefs.

There’s a moment of pause and clarity for the two of you, staring into one another’s eyes as the reality hits of what you’re about to do. What it means to both of you. Grayson stares down at you, and places a hand over your rapidly thumping heart.

“Beautiful,” he says quietly, dragging his hand up your chest, over your throat, until he’s cupping you’re cheek and stroking your lip with his thumb.

You smile in return, then part your lips with your eyes locked on his, encouraging him silently to slip that digit in your mouth.

Grayson’s eyes darken, and he offers you his pointer finger instead, swallowing hard when you suck and swirl your soft, wet tongue around it.

Suddenly, he’s rolling the two of you over, switching positions so he’s on his back and you straddle him. You smile happily, taking your turn to duck down and attach your lips to the pulse point his neck, grinding down on his cock with a slow, steady rhythm.

“You’re so amazing, Gray,” you tell him, nipping at the lobe of his ear before kissing the underside of his chin. “Can’t believe you’re all mine now.”

“Can’t believe you’re mine,” he growls back, cursing when you trail your kisses down the center of his body, giving each one of those moon’s their own special attention before continuing down.

When you get to the waistband of his underwear, you trail your tongue on the edge of the elastic and watch his abs contract with each shaky breath he takes. One little move of your hands, and you’ll finally get to see what he’s really packing.

But before you can even hook your fingers there to pull down, he’s tugging on your hair. “Fuck, fuck, c’mere. Please.”

You pout, but follow his lead, licking back up his muscular torso until he’s able to drag you to him for a deep, wet kiss.

“Sit on my face,” he demands, shuffling down on the pillow to make more room for you.

That takes you off guard. “But—”

“Do it. Please. I fucking have to taste you.”

Your body must be working ahead of your brain, because before you know it, you’re straddling Grayson’s face, his tongue is sweeping through the wetness in your slit, and his dark eyes are peering up at you from between your thighs.

“Oh... oh!” you cry out when his tongue starts flicking against your clit. He goes back to swiping up all your arousal, then suctions his lips around your clit. He’s using one hand to hold the lace of your thong aside, and the other dips first one finger, then two inside of you. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good...”

Grayson moans, the vibrations erupting around your clit and sending you right to the edge already. You reach back and palm his cock, rock hard in his underwear still, and squeeze as he makes you cum all over his mouth.

He gets his fill of your cum as he groans and keeps up the motion of his fingers, the pressure of his lips, the softness of his tongue as your pussy pulses with each contraction of your orgasm. You wait for him to start letting up, but something about the way he’s working you just makes those waves stay steady rather than die down again. Maybe that’s his intention, because when you drop your head down to look at him with your mouth wet and agape, there’s a sparkling mischief in his eyes has he eats you out like his last meal.

Your hips grind against his face of their own accord, and you delve one hand in his hair while the other supports you on the headboard. You gasp out a quivering, breathless laugh as it all becomes just too much, and you try to lift off his mouth.

Grayson isn’t having it, though. He wraps his arms around your thighs and holds you down, reveling in the moans and whimpers and squeals as he makes you cum again.

“Oh my god — enough, enough, I can’t...” you whine, shoving on his forehead until he releases you and drops his head to the pillow. You could already see it by the crinkles in the corners of his eyes, but he’s smirking wide, chest heaving as you slink your way down his body.

You collapse next to him in a daze, and he rolls on top of you smoothly, peppering little kisses to your cheeks, your jaw, your nose. When you’re back in your right mind, you nudge blindly at his face so his lips find yours. He tastes like your pussy, and you sigh happily as you lift your heavy arms to wrap around his neck while his scoop beneath you, holding you close.

You continue to indulge in each other for a while, in the kisses you hadn’t been allowed to share until now. There’s something exciting about his familiarity and yet also this strange newness that has you absolutely desperate for him in every way.

“This is crazy,” you say when you pull back for air, studying his face hovering right above yours. You push back that stubborn chunk of hair that keeps falling into his eyes with a soft smile. “How did we end up here?”

Grayson turns his head to press his lips to your palm. “I don’t know. Is it too much? Should we stop?”

You shake your head vehemently, and he grins. “No, please. I think I just have to grasp that you’re really... mine now.”

He chuckles. “How do you think I felt watching you with that loser for five months?”

The mention of Conner makes you feel nothing — nothing other than gratitude for Grayson, that is. You slide your hands down his back, over his ribs, across his abs until your hand cups his dick.

His hips thrust into your touch, and you grin up at him demurely as you finally delve your hand past his waistband until you’ve got his length completely in your grasp.

He’s hot and hard and thick, and you start stroking him just to gauge the reaction in his face. He doesn’t disappoint, his jaw gaping open slightly, his breaths picking up, a flush rising to the apples of his cheeks.

Without warning, he reaches down and grasps your wrist. You pout, but he asks hastily. “Are we gonna have sex?”

You smirk. “Hell yeah.”

Grayson grins and shakes his head. “Alright, then you gotta stop.”

“Already?” you tease, letting him sit back and hook his fingers in the tiny string of your thong at your hips.

He gives you a look as he pulls the scrap of lace down your legs, then stands to push down his own underwear. Your mouth waters at the sight of him, and you wish he’d let you blow him some before you hit the main event, but he says, “I’ve wanted you for too long to take any chances about screwing up the first time.”

You melt a little, reaching for him as he climbs back on the bed. “There should be some condoms in the drawer there. Just to be safe after... you know.”

He nods and dips down to kiss you before leaning over to riffle through the top drawer of your nightstand. He comes back with a purple square, which you take from him.

“Gotta practice an activity safely,” you wink, tearing open the condom and rolling it down his shaft quickly.

“Shut up.” Grayson rolls his eyes, but smiles softly as he settles between your legs just right. “I love you.”

“I love you,” you whisper, gasping as he starts to sink inside you.

“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers as your walls suck him in and grip him tight.

He goes slow for a couple of minutes, allowing both of you time to adjust to each other. He stretches you out so much better than anyone you’ve ever been with, and you can’t help but clench around him when you see those tattoos and smell his cologne and hear his voice — all things that remind you that this is Grayson fucking you.

He growls the first time you do it, then sits up hastily, pulling his face out of your neck when you do it again. He tucks his knees beneath him, sits on his heels, and hauls your hips into his lap as the speed of his thrusts picks up incrementally. Until he’s fucking you for real, and your tits bounce in your bra with every upstroke.

You shove an arm beneath your pillow, enunciating the curves of your body, and watch his expressions as he fights to hold back. His hair is disheveled, lip caught tight between his teeth and muffling his deep, satisfied sounds that mingle with your open higher-pitched ones. He catches your eye and his hands on your hips grip you so tight for a moment that you’re sure little bruises will be there in the morning — not that you mind.

“Fuck,” he whispers harshly before slowing his hips and shifting down to give you a deep, sloppy kiss. “Turn over.”

You moan into his mouth, then follow his order, rolling onto your front as soon as he pulls out. You expect him to haul your hips up into the air, but he moves your hair off your neck and trails sweet kisses from shoulder to shoulder, his hand sweeping down the subtle curve of your back until he’s gripping your ass.

Grayson’s hand moves down your thigh and pushes it up and out once he’s cupping the back of your knee. The angle encourages you to twist your upper half until you have sight of him once again in all his angled, sweaty, muscular glory.

“Fuck me, baby,” you beg him, already anticipating the fullness inside you again. Needing it.

“Want me to fuck you?” he asks needlessly, pushing into your pussy once again. You moan loudly, either in confirmation or from pure pleasure, it doesn’t matter. The angle is tighter, the tip of his dick hitting a spot so perfectly accurate inside of you that you can’t concentrate on anything other than how good he’s making you feel. “Yeah. So fucking sexy. So beautiful...”

“Gray.. oh fuck yes, right there,” you whimper, catching onto his arm as he leans over you and gives you those hard, steady strokes.

“Open your eyes, baby, lemme see them when you cum,” he growls out.

You open them as much as you can, your vision blurry, but you can still make out those handsome features soaking in the pleasure on your face. Watching and waiting for you to get yours so he can get his.

As soon as you’re clenching like a vice around him, Grayson is letting go into the condom. You can vaguely feel the throb of him as he cums in spurts, the sound of his masculine, drawn-out groans making you shiver and tense up even more on his dick. If it’s possible for anyone to sound as sexy as they look, Grayson achieves that in spades.

He collapses on the bed next to you, and you have just enough strength to roll over until he’s got you gathered in his arms. You nuzzle into his chest and try to process everything. You had been hoping for nice sex today, and instead you got the best sex of your life.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence while you both catch your breath, after he pulls and ties off the condom, you smile into his cooling skin with a satisfied sigh.

“Thank you for making this the best Valentine’s Day of my life. Especially after it was starting to look like the worst.”

“You made this the best day of my life, period,” he says, kissing your forehead. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Gray.”

#the relief i have in finishing this lmao #im sorry its a day late this took way more effort than i thought it would #dolan twins #grayson dolan #smut #blurb #g blurb

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agustdakasuga · 4 years

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A Place Called Home | Chapter 5

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

Throughout your week at home, Taehyung slowly settles back and Namjoon is recovering well as he gets more comfortable around the house. One day, he even defended you when someone threatened you. However, the happiness is broken when Taehyung accidentally brings up the past.

“Namjoon! Breakfast!” You called out the back door. The wolf hybrid looked up from his spot in the garden and nodded, removing his gloves and heading over. He wanted to help out in some way while staying with you so he did light chores like gardening. He was still uncomfortable around you but at least he wasn’t threatened by you anymore.

You plated everyone’s breakfast. All 4 hybrids that lived with you are ‘wild species’ so they mostly ate meat but you still had to make sure that they had some vegetables and fruits.

“Watermelon!” Jin grinned and took a slice from the plate, chewing as he helped you take the utensils out from the drawer.

“I’ll go wake Yoongi and Taehyung.” You said and Jin nodded as you washed your hands, heading upstairs. You went to Taehyung’s room first. He was, for some reason, sleeping upside down.

“Taetae, wake up. Breakfast is ready.” You called softly. His head perked up first, slowly peeking open one eyes to look at you before dropping his head back onto the mattress. He let out a loud yawn, stretching his limbs as he groaned.

“I’m awake, (y/n)...” He said, sitting up but spaced out. You ran your hand through his hair, pinching his cheeks lightly.

“Go wash up and head down.” You chuckled. After leaving him, you went to Yoongi’s room. He in his recliner by the bay window under his heat lamp instead of laying on his bed.

“Yoongi!” You laughed and jumped on him.

“Oof!” He caught you in his arms before you could fall and hurt yourself. Dropping his head back, he let out a groan of annoyance as you snuggled with him. He kept his arms around you, let out a short huff, ready to fall back asleep with you. You lifted your head.

“Yah. Don’t go back to sleep. I’m here to wake you up, not fall back asleep with you. I made breakfast today so you better show your appreciation by eating it.” You giggled.

“Alright, kitten.” He pressed light kisses down your jaw.

“That’s enough for now.” You pulled away before things could escalate. Grabbing Yoongi’s hand, you tried to pull him to stand up. He knew you couldn’t actually lift him but still gave you the benefit of the doubt by slowly standing up with his own strength. You pushed him to his washroom to wash up and left the room.

“Kim Taehyung! You’re still in the position I left you.” You called out, seeing him sleeping in a sitting position. Hearing you call his full name, he quickly scrambled out of bed and went to the washroom.

“Did you sleep well, Namjoon?” You asked as you slid into his seat.

“Yes.” He looked up from his food.

“Jinnie, I’ll go to the grocery store. Do you have a list of things you want me to pick up for you?” You smiled.

“Here.” He handed it to you. Yoongi and Taehyung came down, taking their respective seats. You placed their plates in front of them and they gratefully dug in. Like every morning, you made them their drinks, adding on Namjoon’s regular hot black coffee.

“Yoongi, could you help me add on more coffee to online order?” You asked and he nodded, taking his phone out.

After breakfast, Taehyung and Namjoon did the dishes while you walked the two oldest to the door as they had to head to work. With hugs and kisses, they finally left.

“I’m going to the store.” You announced to the two hybrids.

“I wanna go! I’ll go get changed!” Taehyung grinned, dashing up to his room. You smiled and turned back to see the wolf hybrid standing there, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. It was as if he had something to say but just couldn’t find the words to tell it to you. You chuckled, knowing what he wanted to say.

“We’re leaving in 10 minutes, Namjoon.” You sang and went to your own room to get ready.

Luckily, you, Yoongi and Jin decided to rent a second van with more people in the house. If it proved to really be necessary, you agreed that you would buy a van for your family to use permanently.

“Let’s go.” You grabbed the keys. Taehyung respectfully let Namjoon sit in the passenger seat while he sat at the back. As you drove, you cast Namjoon short glances every now and then. He looked peaceful, staring at the scenery outside the window. When you pulled up, the two boys followed you into the giant mega mart.

“Can I get snacks, (y/n)?” Taehyung asked excitedly.

“Knock yourself out.” You chuckled, beginning to scan through Jin’s list. Namjoon offered the push the cart for you.

“Namjoon, you can get what you want to, you know?” You teased.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Whatever you want.” You shrugged, placing the pasta sauce into the trolley. Only after Taehyung placed a few bags of his snacks into the cart, then did Namjoon put one bag of beef jerky in as well. You smiled to yourself, that was one small step in the right direction.

“Move.” You turned around to see Namjoon being shoved forward by this lady. She frowned, almost giving Namjoon a look of disgust before reaching to get herself a pack of noodles.

“Hey!” You called out and she turned to you.

“You could have asked him to move nicely. There was no need for such hostility. I think you owe him an apology.” You crossed your arms. The lady looked at you as if you had gone insane.

“Yah. Who do you think you’re talking to, little girl? No way am I apologising to an animal. He shouldn’t even be blocking the way. Next time, put him on a leash.” The lady scoffed and you balled your fists, feeling your nails dig into your palms. She smirked triumphantly, seeing you not retaliating.

“It’s because of ignorant people like you that the world is a bad place to live in. Who are you to call them animals when you act worst than them? You should be the one on a leash, not them.” You growled.

“Why you little!” She raised her hand and slapped you. In an instance, Namjoon and Taehyung were standing in front of you, growling. They bared their teeth, tails rigid.

“How dare you lay a hand on her?” Taehyung’s voice was low.

“Leave now while you have the chance.” Namjoon warned as they stepped closer to the lady.

“T-This is insanity!” She backed away in fear and ran off. You sighed and shook your head. Namjoon growled at the onlookers, making them scurry away to mind their own business. Taehyung’s expression softened as he came next to you and caressed your red cheek lightly. He whimpered slightly, almost as if he was in pain as well.

“She hurt you.”

“It’s alright.” You smiled softly, placing your hand over his. But the two could smell how much guilt and sadness you were giving off. You felt bad that they still had to live in such an unfair society.

“Let’s continue and go home, hmm?” You told them. Namjoon stared at your back. How could you come out of such an ordeal and act like nothing happened? He has never met a human like you before. You actually stood up to another human to protect him. You even asked that lady to apologise to him!

“Here.” You felt something cold press against your cheek as you sat on your couch. It made you jump slightly.

“Thanks, Namjoon.” You blushed as you pressed the ice pack to your face.

“You didn’t have to do that.” He mumbled.

“Why do you say that? That lady was disrespecting you and that wasn’t right at all. I’m sorry you had to go through that.” You sighed.

“I don’t deserve that and you don’t have to apologise. You should have just left it. Hybrids like us, we’ll always be viewed as stains, creatures that weren’t meant to exist. It’ll be better for your sake if you just let them be.” Namjoon closed his eyes and shook his head.

“Don’t say that. Namjoon, you’re no different than me or the next guy. You didn’t deserve to be treated like that. You and every other hybrid has every right to be here and live your life.” You smiled.

“You’re very stubborn.”

“So I’ve been told.” You grinned, remembering how Yoongi would always remind you of your stubbornness.

“Look, Namjoon. I became a doctor to save hybrids because I think they should have every privilege any human has. They deserve just as much love and attention. I spend every waking moment trying to make the world a better place for hybrids to live in. You, Taehyung, Yoongi, Jin and all the hybrids out there are worth fighting for. If I get hurt doing it, so be it.” You shrugged.

“Thank you.” Namjoon said.

“You’re welcome!” You grinned. You patted his head and got up to go get dinner ready. Looking at the stocked fridge, you made some stir fried pork belly and mixed noodles.

“I’m going to shower!” You said once the food was done. You went upstairs to take quick rinse. When you came out, Taehyung was waiting for you with a smile. You stroked his head. One of the sleeves of your shirt slipped down and he saw 3 long jagged marks on the front of your shoulder.

“That.” He said and you looked down to where he was staring at, quickly pulling the sleeve up.

“It’s nothing.” You shook your head.

“You were attacked by a hybrid.” Taehyung wasn’t going to let the topic go. He felt immense affection for you and even if there were only light scars left, he felt a slow anger boiling within him.

“Just forget it, Taehyung. Let’s go have dinner.” You said. Taehyung frowned, not wanting to let it go. He followed you downstairs, where the other three were seated, waiting for the two of you. Yoongi and Jin were still in their work clothes. They all grabbed their plates and began to scoop their portions onto it.

“(y/n), why can’t you tell me about those scars?” Taehyung asked and you froze. A cold silence took over the room as your eyes raised slightly to look at Yoongi.

“Yoon-”

SLAM!

He stood back with so much force that the chair fell onto the ground, making you flinch. He stormed upstairs and you heard the door slamming shut. You closed your eyes with a sigh. You couldn’t blame Taehyung as well, knowing he was just curious and worried for you.

“Jin...”

“Already on it.” The boy slid out of his seat and walked to find Yoongi. You sat down beside Taehyung.

“Tae, I know you’re curious and worried but there’s a reason I didn’t want to bring it up. It’s... a sensitive topic for both Yoongi and me. When Yoongi first woke up from his coma, he was very guarded. He had been hurt by humans and was afraid. I pushed his boundaries and he had every right to defend himself. I never blamed him but he blames himself.” You explained.

“I’m sorry... I didn’t know.”

“I know, baby. It’s just hard for Yoongi. He lives with the guilt despite my reassurance. That’s why we never bring it up.” You patted his head. He nodded sadly and you squeezed his shoulder.

“I’ll go see how Yoongi is.” You stood up and left. You knocked on the door and Jin opened the door. Smiling a little, Jin stepped aside for you to go into the room. He stayed by the doorway to watch you. You entered Yoongi’s room to find him sitting in a corner, balled up and sniffling.

“Yoongs.” You called softly.

“Go away.” Yoongi mumbled softly. You refused to leave him and began to walk closer to him.

“Yoong-”

“I SAID GO AWAY! OR DO YOU WANT ME TO HURT YOU AGAIN?” Yoongi lunged forward to swipe at you but thanks to Jin’s quick reflexes, the fox was able to pull you back before you could get hurt. You stood there, frozen, stunned by Yoongi’s actions. Jin growls warningly as Yoongi backed away, sitting back down in the dark corner of his room.

“Let’s go.” Jin held your hand and led you out of there. You were still in shock, your legs giving way as you fell to the ground, Jin setting you down softly.

“Jagi? Are you hurt?” Jin asked. You shook your head. The only hurt you felt was in your heart. You quickly scrambled to your feet and ran into your room, slamming your door shut.

You were almost scared. There was so much animosity in Yoongi’s eyes, like he was really telling you to back away. And yet, you could also see the fear and vulnerability in them. You just wanted to hug him.

“(y/n)...” Taehyung whimpered by your door, sitting on the ground. His ears were folded down and his tail lay limply by his side. He too, started to cry softly, thinking it’s his fault for causing all of this. He pawed at your door gently but you didn’t come to open it for him.

“Come on, Tae.” Namjoon said.

“No...” Taehyung shook his head. Namjoon sighed and retreated to his room to turn in for the night. He was only a guest here, he couldn’t do anything.

“Tae tae, let’s let (y/n) have some space, alright?” Jin crouched down next to the crying tiger.

“Hyung... (y/n)... It’s all my fault.” Taehyung cried.

“It’s not, sweetie. No one blames you. But now, (y/n) just needs some time alone to think, alright? Let’s not force her and stress her out even more.” Jin persuaded. Taehyung looked at your door again before standing up and following Jin. Jin tucked Taehyung into bed and gave him a kiss on the forehead before retreating to his own room.

No one really had the right to say anything. This was purely between you and Yoongi. This incident happened even before Jin came so he couldn’t do much either.

Through the night, Taehyung had somehow found his way back to your door step curling up right by the wood with only a pillow tucked under his head. Yoongi woke up earlier, not wanting to bump into you, when he saw Taehyung.

“This kid...” Yoongi clicked his tongue, taking a blanket and draping it over Taehyung’s sleeping form before adjusting his cap and leaving.

“Tae?” You almost tripped over the tiger as you were coming out of your room. Why was he sleeping outside your door? You shook him lightly and he slowly opened his eyes, still half asleep. Holding his hand, you led him back to his room and tucked him back into bed.

“Good morning.” Namjoon greeted you first when you closed Taehyung’s door behind you.

“Morning.” You forced a smile. Your eyes trailed to Yoongi’s door.

“He left early. His scent is faint.” Namjoon informed and you nodded your head stiffly. You went to clear the pillow and blanket by your door. The pillow was definitely Taehyung’s but you knew the blanket was Yoongi’s. He had specifically requested for this fluffy, black blanket at the store you were at.

“Jagi?” Jin’s voice broke your train of thought.

“Huh? Oh, morning Jinnie.” You turned your cheek to let him give you a peck. Quickly, you folded Yoongi’s blanket neatly.

“Could you help me put this in Yoongi’s room? I’ll go get started on breakfast. Taehyung is still asleep.” You requested. He nodded, taking the folded material from you. You went downstairs to see Namjoon making the respective drinks.

“Here.” He handed your mug to you.

BEEP BEEP

You took your hospital beeper from your pocket and frowned when you read Code Orange. Although your shift wasn’t supposed to start for the next 2 hours, it seemed that there was an emergency that needed you to head down early. Code Orange meant that there was an external emergency and it was all hands on deck.

“Jin? It’s Code Orange, I have to go. Can you fix breakfast please?” You asked the fox as he was coming down the stairs.

“Yeah, don’t worry about us. You better go. Good luck, stay safe.” Jin said as you ran upstairs to get changed and grabbed your bag. Jin and Yoongi made it a point to also remember all the colour codes for your hospital.

You drove to the hospital, seeing all the ambulances pull up. Scanning your ID, you wore your coat and headed down to the emergency ward. Even the hospital director was there.

“There was a big fire caused by arson in a shelter. We’re taking a bigger portion of patients since we’re the bigger hospital in the area. Team A, take priority patients. Team B, second tier and Team C, take care of superficial injuries. Team D will help categorise the patients that are already here. Team S, we’re going to the heli pad. Lower teams, prepare to assist if necessary.” The director said.

“Yes, director!” Everyone got ready. You were a part of Team A. Team S were five of the most senior doctors of the hospital. The moment gurneys were wheeled in, everyone split.

“Doctor, we are going to get as many blood bags as we can for the blood bank. Shall we also call donors if there isn’t enough?” The head nurse asked.

“Yes, allocate a corner for transfusions. Call our list of donors to come down if they can.” You nodded.

“We’re going to ER 3.” You helped the nurses wheel the first patient in.

“Today, a shelter was set on fire. Police investigations-”

You drowned out the sound that was playing on the television, sliding down the wall to sit on the ground. Closing your eyes, you sighed and ripped the mask off your face. You sat in the quiet hallway outside the operating theatres, finally feeling some peace from the hectic day.

“Good job today.” A can of coffee appeared in front of you.

“Sunbae... Thanks. You did good too.” You smiled softly, receiving the can of cold coffee. She smiled and sat down next to you, drinking from her own can.

“How was your side?” You asked.

“We lost 2. They didn’t even make it to the table.” She informed with a sigh. Dr Yu was also part of Team A, with you but you had to operate at different ends of the hospital. Your side lost 2 hybrids as well. Usually, you would just want to go home and hug your own hybrids, let Jin and Yoongi comfort you. But Yoongi didn’t even want to look at you now.

“You should go home and rest. I’m going to head home too.” She stood up, stretching her arms. You nodded and gave her a hug before parting ways. Getting in your car, you headed home. But you didn’t enter the house.

“Is (y/n) back? I smell her.” Taehyung asked. He was worried sick. It was 2 am and there had been no call from you.

“She’s in the backyard. But I think it’s best to leave her alone for now.” Namjoon said. He smelled you and they could all smell the blood on you.

“Yeah, I saw the news.” Jin nodded, staring out the glass door. He saw you sitting on the ground, your back to them. In front of you, there were lighted candles. You didn’t exactly know how many casualties there were but you just lit 10 big candles for all of them.

“May your souls find peace in the afterlife.” You whispered as you clasped your hands together.

“(y/n)?” You turned to see Jin standing there.

“Hey, Jinnie.” You smiled softly.

“May I?” He asked. You nodded, patting the space beside you. He plopped down in the spot, being careful not to hit any of the candles. Jin closed his eyes and put his hands together to say a small prayer as well. He was there to mainly act as a form of support if you needed it like always, just that this time, Yoongi wasn’t on your other side.

“You did good.” He comforted.

“But was it good enough?” You sighed, looking up.

“Hey, you did your best. It’s a hard pill to swallow but you can’t save everyone. Some times, it’s better to let them go rather than them being in pain here.” Jin spoke and you agreed.

“I just hope they catch whoever did it. That would be the best form of justice.” You said.

“Did you manage to get anything to eat?” Jin asked.

“No, I’m too tired. I might just head to bed. Did... Yoongi come home yet?” You asked back and Jin nodded. He could smell your emotions, you were giving off such negative emotions and it made him sad too. Helping you stand up, Jin blew off the candles and walked you back in.

“I’m going to bed.” You smiled tiredly and went to your room, shutting the door. Jumping into the shower, you scrubbed yourself clean of all the sweat and blood. When you came out, there was a knock on your door.

“Namjoon? Is something wrong?” You asked when the wolf poked his head in.

“Nothing’s wrong. Just... are you okay?” You were taken aback by Namjoon’s question. Was he concerned about you?

“I’m fine. Thanks for asking. It’s just been such a hectic day that my mind is a little frazzled. But I’ll be okay. Sorry, for what happened last night. You’re our guest and that wasn’t very nice of us. I should have handled it.” You shook your head. Namjoon softened, you were taking all the blame on yourself.

“Don’t apologise. None of it was your fault.” He daringly reached forward to cup your cheek.

“Thank you. But I shouldn’t have provoked Yoongi, causing him to lash out. I didn’t respect his space.” You chuckled.

“You should sleep. Goodnight.” Namjoon said.

“Goodnight, Namjoon.” You smiled and walked him to the door. He left, retreating to his own room while you got under the covers. The lack of sleep from the night before and the exhaustion from the long day was catching up to you. Your eyes fluttered shut the moment your head had touched the pillow.

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Through Fire and Ice Chapter 11

(Technoblade x Reader)

Chapter 11

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“Ugh…” You woke up with an over-powering headache. When your eyes opened you questioned where exactly you were… This wasn’t Niki’s ceiling. Looking around you sigh… Right… You had a home now. Your stomach turned with nausea… Or was it hunger? This caused you to groan out. How did you even get here? You couldn’t even remember much of last night. Just small parts of the drinking game, as much fun as that was, your memory was now trashed. You weren’t sure you ever wanted to drink again after how you felt now. You knew that if someone offered you any sort of alcohol you would retch at the smell of it.

The house had a draft to it so when you got up you took your blanket with you, wrapping it around your shoulders. You let out a groan at your headache. When your feet met with the cold ground, you shivered. Making your way to the door, you turned the doorknob. Out in your living room you focused in on Technoblade, who sat on your couch. When the door opened to reveal you, he looked over at you, as if he were a deer in the headlights.

“Mornin’.” You rubbed your eyes when they had gotten blurry. The springs of the couch sounded off throughout the room and his footsteps toward you caught your attention.

“How are you feeling?” The look he gave you made you blush. You gave a half shrug unable to meet his lingering eyes.

“Like shit if I’m being honest.” Your voice sounded scratchy, and you tried clearing your throat. Your eyes felt really heavy and irritated as if you had been crying. “This place is cold…” You wrapped yourself up tighter in your blanket.

“I’ll build you a fireplace,” His words were hesitant, and you wondered why. He led you to his old spot on the couch, and he summoned a canteen in his hands. “You need to drink water.” He handed you his canteen and he headed into the kitchen. Sipping on the water, you appreciated how cool it was on your tongue.

You felt yourself dozing off on this couch. You wondered why Techno was here. Did he stay the night just to make sure you were okay? You let a smile show on your lips as you laid your head down on the couch. The sounds of Techno’s activities in the kitchen calming you to sleep. Every now and then you would take a swig off of the canteen and go right back to resting your eyes. The cold still getting to you.

Techno had come out to check on your resting form, seeing that you were still shivering, he laid his cloak over you once more. You very tiredly thanked him, and he knelt down so he could be face to face with you. He studied your features, and when you were out like a light, he brushed your hair out of your face. He wasn’t out of the woods yet; he didn’t know if you remembered last night. He didn’t want you to be embarrassed, and he certainly didn’t want to lose your friendship.

He stood, upon hearing the food in the kitchen sizzle. He would talk it over with you later… Whatever you wanted to do he would live with it.

Sometime later, a knock rang out in the living room and Techno cringed when he heard it. His eyes scanned over your sleeping form, relieved when you hadn’t woken up from the sound. Letting out a relieved sigh, he hastily made his way to the door. He expected it to be Dream, but when he opened it to reveal Niki, he let out a sigh in relief.

“Oh, thank goodness.” Niki put her hand on her chest as she smiled at him, looking relieved. Techno stepped outside closing the door behind him so he wouldn’t wake you up with their chatter. “I’m glad this is the right house.” She lets her eyes wander over the porch. “I just wanted to check in on you two.”

“Things are alright here.” Techno shrugged leaning against the railing of the porch. “She’s sleeping off a hangover right now.”

“Well… What about you Techno. How are you feeling?” Niki looked at him with her curious blue eyes, cocking her head. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to but…” Techno put a hand up to stop her. His eyes glued to the dark wood door.

“I’m alright, everything’s alright…” Techno started. “But last night she kissed me when I brought her home.” He could see the excitement well up in her, but he could only sigh as he ran his hand through his hair.

“What did you do?” Niki asked as she clasped her fingers behind her back.

“I ran away, because she was drunk.” He grumbled, watching as Niki processed his words.

“You did the right thing Techno.” She gave him a reassuring smile. He nodded pushing himself off of the railing. His eyes scan over Niki, one of the only few people to actually treat him as an equal. He cleared his throat.

“Did you need help today?” He would take over your route if need be. “I’ll step in for her, seeing that she’s not in the best shape.”

“I’ve got the route for today.” She waved him off. “But if you would help me out in getting my order of supplies from the farm today, I would really appreciate it.”

You had woken up to the smell of food, your stomach twisted and turned. Hearing voices from behind the front door. You got up to use the bathroom, taking a moment to look at yourself in the mirror and wincing at your ragged appearance. When you were done in the bathroom you looked around for Techno, finding no sign of him in the house. The food still crackled in your smoker. Your eyes slid over to the front door.

You approached the door, putting your hand on the doorknob. You were about ready to turn the knob when you heard the word ‘drunk’ escape Techno’s lips. Niki told him he did the right thing, but… What were they talking about? Your head pounded and you weren’t sure you had the mental capacity to think about it right now. You opened the door after Niki asked him to get supplies for her shop.

“Good morning!” Niki smiled at you as she brushed her hair out of her face. “Last night was so fun!”

“I really wish I could remember it.” You chuckled, pulling Techno’s cloak tighter around your shoulders. You had traded your blanket for Techno’s cloak when you walked around. Techno couldn’t help but notice the way it looked on your frame. The red complemented your features. He felt relief from your words, he visibly relaxed, but at some point, he knew he would have to talk to you about it.

“It’s a shame, really.” Niki clicked her tongue. “Techno danced with you, I have never seen Techno dance,” The hybrid shot her a look, begging Niki not to go on. She gave him a taunting look back. It was a playful look, but it didn’t help the anxiety Techno felt about this whole situation.

“Then I’ll just have to get him to dance with me again.” You half shrugged, a smile pulling at your lips. You didn’t know the weight of your words, but to Techno, that’s all he wanted. To hold you close, sway you to the beat of the music. To hear the laughter spill from your lips like it did last night. He stood there still as a rock, barely listening to the chatter between you and Niki. Some semblances of hope for the future, alight in his eyes.

“I have to go but I’ll see you later Techno?” Niki looked up at him expectantly and he nodded. “Just go talk to Sam, he should have it ready to go.” She gave you a wave as she stepped off your porch and started heading back toward her bakery. You looked up at Techno curiously.

“Does she need help?” You asked, guilt churning in your stomach, you really didn’t want to let Niki down. She had shown you a lot of kindness. She was a great friend. Techno nodded as he led you back into the house.

“I’m going to grab a shipment from the farm for her.” You walked back to your place on the couch, taking another swig off of the canteen. “If you’re feeling better you could come with me…” You hadn’t picked up on the nervousness in his voice because you were more fixated on your headache.

“Mm hmm,” You pressed your palm against your forehead to relieve some of the throbbing pain. He looked back toward you, noticing your state. When he tended to the food in the smoker, he doubled back, and he knelt down as his eyes worriedly bore into yours.

“Headache that bad?” He asked, when you nodded, he let out a sound of disapproval. “You still have that golden apple?” You slightly nodded, summoning forth the apple from your inventory. “Eat that apple and it should help quite a lot.”

Your eyes scan over the shiny apple in your hand. When would you ever need to use this apple? Maybe for when you and Techno go through the nether? You hesitated, opting to save the apple for later. Techno gave you a nod, standing once more, heading back to the kitchen. It wasn’t too long before he was serving you a plate, you had dozed off on the couch once again. He woke you, nudging your foot with his.

“Don’t feel like you need to eat this, if your body can’t handle it, don’t push it.” He handed you the plate. Steak and eggs were laid out on the plate along with a watermelon slice. You smiled at him and thanked him. You weren’t sure how much of this you were going to be able to eat, but you were very appreciative of him. The two of you shared a nice morning filled with a good breakfast and good conversation.

You weren’t able to eat too much, but what you did eat helped you. Your head didn’t throb as much, and you weren’t too nauseous after that, but you still had your moments. The two of you found yourselves mid-day on your way to the farms. On your way there, Techno pulled you in the cart.

“You realize, you can’t ride in there when we have Niki’s shipment right?” Techno said smirking when you gave him a mischievous smile from inside the cart. You winced when the cart hit a bump in the road, which jostled you around a bit. Your fingers tapped on the wood, as you retorted back.

“Yeah, but that’s why I could just ride on your back. You’re the best pack mule.” You beamed at him, giggling at the unamused expression to cross his face when he looked back at you. He wasn’t having any trouble carting you around and he quite enjoyed this, he enjoyed joking with you on things.

“Wait that’s why I was going to take you mining with me…” Techno joked, “You’re supposed to be the pack mule.” Techno reveled in your laugh, as you leaned forward.

“I’ll be the worst pack mule you’ll ever see Techno.” You rested your arms and chin over the front of the cart, so you could see past Techno. You looked around at all the businesses and other buildings that had been nothing a month ago. Techno gave you an amused grunt, as he shook his head.

The walk was short but during the process, you saw Phil flying through the cave overhead. You marveled at the sight. People around you hooted at Phil when he passed them. He was really graceful flying through the air. Curiously, you watched him as he disappeared from your view. Techno chuckled at your reaction.

“That reminds me…” Techno started. “Phil wanted to see if you were okay with dinner and family game night tonight after we deal with this. If you’re feeling okay.” Techno looked down at your expression gauging your reaction. Shrugging your shoulders, you nodded, thankful that you felt immensely better now.

“I think it’ll be okay; I still have a headache but I’m hoping that will go away soon…” You trailed off as you saw a group of girls staring at the two of you. They were passing by, as if they were on their way to the residential district. One of them scrunched up their face, whispering to the other ones. Techno followed your gaze, seeming to walk faster with the cart, he quietly moved his body in front of you obscuring their view of you.

They watched the two of you as you passed. Feeling the heat rise up to your cheeks, you bit your lip, feeling embarrassed. You started wondering if they were laughing at your appearance… Having not putting much thought into how you looked for the day, you didn’t care, you weren’t feeling well… But now you felt like you should have cared… They erupted into laughter, which made Techno’s hold on the cart tighten, his knuckles turned white as he grasped the handle.

“What was that about?” You questioned, he looked down at you moving back to his original position. His hair shielded his face from your view.

“I don’t think that they like hybrids.” He said simply. You hadn’t considered that. You never saw him as a hybrid, you hadn’t ever come into contact with a hybrid before him, but no one told you to stay away from them. Knowing that there was more he wasn’t telling you, your eyes furrowed up at him.

“Do you get treated like that often?” Your heart sunk when he nodded. A sigh escaped his lips, as his fingers twitch anxiously.

“I don’t think I get treated like that because I am a hybrid, maybe it has something to do with it… But I think it’s because of some of the things I have done in the past.” He cleared his throat and you decided not to question him further because he seemed uncomfortable. “We’re almost there.” He changed the subject, and you hoped that you would be able to help him vent about his past even for just a little bit.

The farm was incredibly impressive, the progress that was made from the first day was phenomenal. Huge fields with crops laid out on different floors in this massive hole in the wall, they were all automated thanks to Sam. Right next to the farm, was the tree farm coupled together with Tubbo’s bee farm, all of the bees had access to the crops, furthering their growth. The frontage of the place was made of glass, so it would be hard to steal from the crops without someone seeing.

Grabbing Niki’s order had gone well, Tubbo and Tommy had kept you busy at Tubbo’s bee farm, and Techno had talked to Sam. Sam ended up requesting for more redstone that Techno had already mined up, in return for emeralds. Who was Techno to deny such an easy request, especially when there were emeralds involved? Sam wanted to get more farms into motion, but he needed the redstone to do it.

Techno watched as the two boys introduced you to another person. Techno had seen him around, but he had never really talked to him. Another hybrid, like himself, he watched you laughing at one of his jokes. Techno and Sam made their way over to the four of you and Techno planted himself behind you, his eyes scanning over the goopy stranger.

“Techno, I’d like to introduce you to our person working on the slime farm, his name is Charlie.” Sam clapped a hand down on Charlie’s shoulder. Immediately regretting his choice, he draws his slime covered hand back and tries shaking the goop off, only to wipe it on Tommy’s shirt when the slime won’t come off so easily, making the younger boy start to yell and curse at Sam. Techno watched you giggle at the entire thing, his heart warming at the sound of your laugh.

“Friends call me Slime!” He held an oozing hand out toward Techno to shake his hand. Techno chuckled and shook Charlie’s hand. The slime stuck to his hand; strings of slime lingered between his fingers. He wasn’t bothered by it. In fact, this was nothing compared to the carnage of war that had clung to him once upon a time.

“Techno,” He smirked pulling his hand away, when you and Slime had started talking again, Techno walked over to Tommy who was still yelling at Sam over his now slime covered shirt. This time Tommy saw Techno coming over.

“Like hell am I letting you do what Sam did… BITCH!” Tommy directed at Techno, before he ran off, with Tubbo trailing behind him. Techno and Sam shared a look and Sam helped Techno wash the slime off. His eyes would drift over to you and Slime every once and a while, he grimaced at the puns Slime would say. He liked watching you make friends though, he liked watching you live your life to the fullest. From what you told him, you didn’t do that before you met him, you even seemed to have some trauma from your old life, Techno wanted to take you from all that.

When the two of you left, you helped Techno pull the cart, not that he needed the help. But you felt bad just walking next to him, not doing anything. The two of you walked in comfortable silence the rest of the way back to Niki’s. You helped unload the cart, Techno taking the brunt of all the work. You just sat there loading things into his arms so he could take it in to Niki who would put everything in place. You wanted to do more, but he wouldn’t let you, seeing as you weren’t fully recovered from last night.

Techno did end up packing you on his back when the two of you were on your way to Phil’s house. Mostly because you mentioned it again jokingly, but this time he didn’t joke. So… Here you were… On this Piglin hybrid’s back, your arms wrapped around his shoulders. His arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you on his back. You pressed your cheek against his back, listening to him breathe. He was so big compared to you. His scent calmed you to the point of where your eyes fluttered closed. You felt entirely safe with him. He was your best friend, but deep down you knew you wanted more. Even if he didn’t want you like everyone else who had abandoned you in your life. Being friends would be enough.

You were lost in your thoughts when you felt him stop. Opening your eyes, you were met with the familiar sight of Phil’s door. You remembered the last time you were here. You were scared to meet Phil, as if he would stab you again. But when you actually got to talking with him, he gave off a vibe, that could only be described as fatherly. He was a good guy who you caught in a bad moment.

Techno didn’t bother knocking this time, he just opened the door, letting the two of you inside. This was his temporary home, even if it was just a couch. He set you down on the floor gently, his eyes scanning over your sleepy face, to make sure you were okay.

“I’m home Kristin,” Techno sounded off toward the kitchen. The clink of dishes could be heard before she side stepped to the opening of the kitchen. Her eyes landing on you. She gave Techno a smirk, before waving.

“Hey guys, make yourselves comfy,” Kristin enthusiastically said as she returned to doing the dishes. “Phil and the kids will be here shortly,” The whole house smelled of good food. Techno sat you down on the couch, allowing you to take advantage of the down time, he wrapped his cloak around you once more, and let you sleep. He took this time to go help Kristin, chatting about life with her. She was just as special to him as Phil was.

It wasn’t long before everyone had come bustling in, Tommy immediately going to change his shirt. Ranboo even came in with his dragon egg strapped to his chest as if it were a small child. Tommy, Tubbo, Phil, Wilbur, along with Niki, when her job was done, had come in. The whole gang had shown up and Techno enjoyed how easily you fell in line with all of them. This group was an amazing one, and it had only gotten better with you in it.

There were too many people to sit at the dining room table, so it was decided that everyone would eat in the living room. Tommy flicked his carrots at Tubbo during the meal, letting out a boisterous laugh. Phil questioned Ranboo on his fashion choices considering the egg. Niki and Wilbur sat quietly in their corner quietly talking. You didn’t exactly like that she stayed back when there was a larger group, and you were happy that Wilbur plopped himself down next to her. Kristen played a good hostess, making sure everyone was happy.

When the games rolled around, nothing but laughter… and competition could be heard, Wilbur and Tommy were at odds on many of the games, showing just how competitive they were. But in the end, they were smiling, and everything was right in the world… Well at least since they came down here. Techno would help you if you didn’t know how to play any of the games. Niki had found that her game was a card game called B.S. and for some reason, Ranboo was really good at poker.

All in all, the night was a success… And it was another night that Techno would keep close to his heart. He left his worries at the door; he would come back for them at another time.

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obscureamor · 4 years

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❝𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭, 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠❞

❥ takeda ittetsu x fem! reader x ukai keishin

❥ t/w | nsfw, dubcon, mentions of past noncon, light choking, manipulative behaviors

» a/n | part of the lovesick server collab! the prompt was ‘yandere purge au’

Takeda Ittetsu and Ukai Keishin.

They were an odd pair, but they worked nonetheless.

When you first met Takeda, he was the sweetest thing ever. He was the physical embodiment of a sweet candied apple you’d get during the holidays. You remember him showing you around the school and making sure you had all your bearings straight as his assistant teacher. The sweet, sweet smile laced on his lips was nothing compared to now, nothing compared to the way he looked at you with such adoration as the TV played low in the background. If it was possible, his eyes would have glimmering hearts and a halo of love would be atop the crown of his head as he stared at you. It was the look a child gave the toy they’ve been begging their parents for.

Meeting Keishin was a different story altogether. He had heard so much about you from his dearest friend Takeda and at first, he didn’t see it. He didn’t see the hype and the ethereal being Takeda made you out to be. Keywords being at first. Many nights at the bar turned into Takeda getting drunk off his ass, spewing too many emotions and ballads about you. His words laced strongly with such fondness and passion. It was the words someone would spew out when they rambled about their interests.

The way your hair was as soft as rabbits fur.

The way your lips reminded him of watermelon sugar when you wore that pink tinted lip gloss.

The way your panties were as cute as you.

The way it was dangerous how you left your apartment key under your doormat for just anyone to use.

The way you smiled oh-so-proudly when you completed a grueling task, calling out to him with a ‘Look! Takeda-san!’

The words never failed to have his cock twitching in his pants. Takeda could name everything and anything about you. That’s what made Keishin pay attention to you, that’s what made Keishin offer up his apartment for protection during the purge.

It would be stupid of you not to accept.

You weren’t as well endowed as Keishin. In order to get up to his place, you needed to go through the store first, and the metal gates keeping everything under lockdown were stronger than your flimsy wooden apartment door. But with the way Takeda was staring at you as you tried to read the book you’d brought along… you couldn’t focus. When you finally felt him look away, the breath you’ve been holding was let out. You could see him fiddling with his glasses in the corner of your eye, cheeks flushed pink for reasons unknown to you. Keishin isn’t doing anything special, just sitting on the couch next to you as he smokes his cigarettes. You hate how calm he is.

You wonder if this is how it’s always been for him, being able to sit back inside the comfy confines of his home while all hell broke loose outside. Has Keishin ever wanted a darling to take for himself? Was he ever madly in love with someone to the point of going to extremes on the well-known purge night?

Now that you think about it, you didn’t know much about Keishin. He was Takeda’s friend and you’ve seen him on the rare occasion that you help out with the volleyball team. Those instances were the worst. Whenever you were around to help, Takeda and Keishin would always let the players and managers go home early. It’d be late at night as the three of you would bring down the net and collect volleyballs, wheeling the cart into the storage room. You could remember with such detail the way Keishin trapped you against the cart, hands on either side of you as you could feel him grind into your ass, hardened cock poking you.

You didn’t know that Takeda was watching… neither of you did. He watched on, small whimpers leaving his mouth as Keishin used you until he eventually came, spilling his hot seed all over himself. Takeda didn’t notice the tears leaking out of your eyes or the way you bit down on your lip hard to at least save some dignity. All he knew was that you looked beautiful as Keishin was rutting against you.

It was stupid of you to accept Keishin’s offer because of that, but you knew he wouldn’t try anything, not with Takeda around.

You feel light-headed, nauseated as you feel the need to pass out. You didn’t drink or eat anything that would cause the suspicion to arise within you of being drugged. You chalk it up to anxiety. You’ve always gotten like this during the dreaded purge. Although you’re all high up, you can still hear the screams of those who are outside. The ‘where are you, darling?’ and the ‘get back here’s. You felt for everyone still out there, but you were getting fidgety, eager to leave even though not much time had passed.

You just needed to get out of here and away from Keishin.

It makes you tense up, a small squeak leaving your mouth when you can feel his hand fall on top of your thigh. You look at his hand before your eyes trail up to his face. He’s focused on the TV as an aerial shot of major cities comes to view. There’s houses being broken into and people chasing each other. You can tell that he knows what he’s doing with the way his cigarette hangs smugly from his lips. The lit end is growing a bright vermilion as it burns, just like your face is burning hot at the feel of his skin on yours. His hand starts to trail up, slowly dipping into the plush of your inner thi—

You stand up, making sure you have your phone on you before you speak, “I-I’m, uh, going to go use the bathroom.”

You spare a glance at Takeda, already seeing the way his brows furrow, lips slightly parted. You give him a soft smile before continuing on your way.

The first thing you do when you’re inside the bathroom is lock the door. A deep sigh leaves you as you lean against it. You pull your phone out of your pocket, scrolling through your contacts.

‘Tanaka S.’

You click on it. Hoping she’ll pick up, hoping she’ll at least take your mind off things and tell you you’re just paranoid. That everything will be okay and that you’re safe with Keishin, safe with Takeda. She knows them better than you do.

“Come on. Come on,” you mutter to yourself.

It rings.

Once

Twice

Thrice

You wait until the sound of her voicemail plays, the beep giving you your cue to speak.

“Hey…” You sigh out. “I-I just, uh… I’m safe for one, but— just— something doesn’t feel right. I don’t know… Saeko, please call me back,” you whisper.

You pull the phone away from your ear and it’s only now that you notice the call ended right as you were about to send off the voicemail.

“Fuck,” you hiss.

You try again. This time there are no rings. The call doesn't even get a chance to start.

Someone from the outside must have a phone jammer on… but is that possible? Would it really reach up here? It’s silent as you try to process what's happening. Until it isn’t. There’s shuffling outside the door and unless Keishin needs something from his room... no one should be there. You slowly step away, phone in a death grip as you narrow your eyes. You don’t see any shadows creeping in from the bottom of the door.

‘I’m going crazy,’ you think. 'I’m just paranoid. Takeda would never let anything bad happen to me.’

You brace yourself as you open the door. The feeling of relief that washes through you is as clear as day when you see no one outside or anywhere near the hall. Your shoulders sag as you sigh out and continue on your way.

‘Huh?’

It wasn't that much of an off sight, but coming back to an empty living room isn't all that soothing. Maybe Keishin did go off to his room, but that still wouldn't explain Takeda’s disappearance. Your feet are moving and suddenly you take great interest in the things on Keishin’s kitchen table. There are pamphlets from places you don’t recognize, but there’s one… ‘Yandere Emporium!’ It shows a plethora of supplies, one of them being a... a phone jammer. It’s circled with a red pen, the type he uses when he corrects students’ work. You're too caught up in your discovery that you don't hear the person coming up from behind you. There's a gasp that leaves you as their arms come to wrap around you. Your body tenses up and you already know who it is from their stature.

“Keishin,” you warn. “You can’t— You can’t do this here, please…”

He's kissing at your neck, hand going to cup your mound while the other goes to grope at your tit. It’s instant when your vision starts to cloud as you're reminded of that time in the storage closet. The time Keishin whispered in your ear that if he had more time he’d take you fully and properly like you deserve. It's only now that you remember something you tucked away so far in the corners of your mind…

'When the purge comes around you better be ready, y/n.'

A sob leaves you only to be muffled by Keishin’s hand. You can feel his fingers pry your mouth open, worming their way in and resting on your writhing tongue.

He can't do this. He can't do this with Takeda around. He won’t.

Where is Takeda?

Your eyes widen as he shoves his other hand down your pants. You can feel his forefingers rubbing at you through the fabric of your panties and you feel like you're screaming— you think you're screaming but you can't tell with the way your blood is rushing to your ears. You can't move. You scream at yourself to fight back and it finally seems like you have control over your limbs again. Your hand is tugging at his wrist, clawing at it and you can feel your nails digging into his skin. You completely stop when you hear him groan out, eyes widening because it should hurt. Why is he acting like it doesn't hurt?

“Calm down.” He chuckles. “You act like I won't treat you right.” He grinds into you, grunting at the way his cock fits snugly between your ass.

It's a miracle when you catch sight of the bespectacled man. Keishin lets the hand in your mouth drop down to your throat. The fact that he’s not even trying to hide his actions from Takeda should be a big red flag for you. You always looked at the world through rose-tinted glasses and that's what Takeda loved about you so much. It reminded him of flowers blooming in the summer and it only showed him how sweet you really were.

“T-Takeda! Takeda, please help me! Pl—” your voice starts to die down when you realize what’s wrong. “Please…” you whisper looking at him with shaky lips and eyes filled with disbelief, filled with betrayal. Takeda wrings his hands together, cheeks flushed a cherry red as his eyes dart from Keishin’s hand down your pants to your face. You can already tell he’s hard… hard at the sight of you crying and getting used by his colleague.

Your head falls back onto Keishin’s shoulder as you cry, biting your bottom lip as his fingers shove your panties to the side and finally make their way inside you.

“How are you going to get help from him when this was his idea all along, sweetheart?” Keishin taunts.

This was his plan all along.

Your eyes clench shut, desperately trying not to think about the way Keishin’s fingers are thrusting in and out of you. You can hear the sound of screeching, wood dragging against the floor. When you open your eyes, you can see Takeda staring at you. He’s sitting at the kitchen table, eyes studying your figure.

“Are you gonna cum?” Keishin mutters. “You gonna cum all over my fingers, huh, pretty girl?” He can feel the way your walls are tightening around him and just when you’re about to cum, just when you’re about to give in, he pulls them out. You watch as he holds them up, fingers spreading and slick glistening on them. He brings them to Takeda’s mouth. Your eyes widen and you watch as Takeda's lips wrap around Keishin’s fingers. There's a lewd sucking noise that rings in your ears as Takeda cleans off your essence.

You don't do much except keep your lips in a tight line when Keishin brings those same fingers up to your mouth. “Open your whore mouth, y/n,” he whispers. His hand squeezes around your throat and your mouth drops open. He groans at the way you lap at his digits, tongue swirling around. You don’t like how you’re giving in so easily, how you’re letting this happen, but what can you do? It’s either stay safe here or have someone else who has their eye out for you take you.

What if they’re some sadistic freak? What if they want to hurt you because they don’t want anyone else to have you?

It’s overwhelming. The thoughts. The emotions.

You can feel Keishin bending you over the kitchen table, pants and panties being pulled down. You blink once, twice, thrice as the clicking of his belt resonates in your ears. It reminds you of the bell at the diner Takeda and you used to go to. He was always eager to drive you two there as it was a long way from Miyagi. It was 24 hours and when you two were swamped with his students' work to grade, you’d always spend hours there. Hours talking, hours telling Takeda about yourself and now that you realize it… it was mainly you who did the sharing. You knew things about Takeda… just not as much as he knew about you.

You whine when you feel the head of Keishin’s cock slide along your opening. He gives no warning as he pushes in relatively easy and there’s a laugh that leaves him as you try but fail to muffle your gasp.

“Finally,” Keishin groans as he bottoms out within you, walls fluttering around his length. His hands fall to your ass, pulling the soft flesh apart before pulling out and thrusting back in. You moan as he seems to hit deeper than before, as he starts kneading the flesh, calloused hands giving you a sensation you’ve never felt. “Finally I get to experience this tight ass pussy.”

Your nails are digging into the tabletop. You feel like a rabbit that’s being taunted and teased by foxes before being eaten. Although, it’s already happening. You’re already being eaten and Takeda was the sly fox who planned everything. He gained your trust, your comfort, and planned out something so horrible it’s eating you alive. Your face is covered by your forearms, trying desperately to hide the way you’re panting and moaning out as Keishin’s cock fills you up again and again. The feeling of someone's hand stroking your hair makes you flinch. Takeda’s face is all you can see as you lift your head.

“Do you feel good?” His brows furrow, eyes looking over your face for any signs of discomfort. His question echoes in your head. You know it’s genuine… everything about Takeda was. “Do you want Keishin to go faster?”

You can’t control it when you nod your head, when a ‘Keishin, faster, please’ falls from your lips.

“Keishin, you should probably—” Takeda starts, but everything is blurred out as Keishin’s hand starts to rub at you. You can hear a muffled ‘I know what I’m doing specs.’ as you cry out in both pleasure and humiliation. Humiliation because your hips seem to be chasing each one of his thrusts. Pleasure because when Keishin lifts one of your legs onto the table you wail out, creaming just from the sensation of his long cock hitting even deeper.

It makes you feel nauseous when Takeda’s hand comes to hold yours. His thumb rubs over your knuckles and you don’t know how he’s acting like you’re not getting railed by his friend right in front of him.

“You’ll be staying with specs,” Keishin grunts out over the sound of smacking, stray curses leaving his mouth as your walls clamp down around him. “Of course I’ll still visit you from time to time, but you're his.”

You nod your head. Your free hand comes up to root into Takeda’s hair, a squeak leaving him as you pull him in for a kiss. He tastes like candied apples with a mix of you. You can feel his hands come up to your face, wiping away the new set of tears that are falling. You don’t know how much time is left, but when the purge ends and if you’re still here… Keishin is right.

You’re completely and utterly Takeda’s.

You won’t have a chance to leave him until the next purge, won’t be able to resist his shaky smiles and the way his face heats up when you get a little too close. His plan wasn’t all that difficult and getting Keishin to help him with the promise of finally being able to fuck you wasn’t in vain at all. It didn’t take much convincing to get Keishin to come onto you in the storage closet either. It painted Takeda in a wholesome light. It made you trust him more than you did Keishin.

“Fuck,” Keishin hisses. “I’m gonna fucking cum. I’m gonna fucking fill up this pretty little cunt.”

He’s rambling. Keishin doesn’t know what he’s saying as your walls flutter around him and you cry into Takeda’s mouth as you cum again. The feeling of his warm seed flooding into you is so overwhelming— you drop. You drop onto the table, head in your arms as you sob. You feel empty when Keishin pulls out of you. He pulls your bottoms back up and they both watch as you try to collect yourself. It’s silent as you push yourself off the table, Takeda’s arms wrapping around you instantly. He whispers sweet words into your ear as his hand rubs your back soothingly and you can’t help but fall into his comforting and familiar embrace.

You remember falling asleep in Keishin’s bed and the faint feeling of your unconscious body being moved as he carried you to Takeda’s car is heavy in your bones— the rest is a blur.

All you know is that when you wake up in what you could only assume as Takeda’s bed, you’re not alarmed. When he comes in, sitting down next to you to try and explain his side, his reasoning, your heart clenches as tears gather in his eyes. You don’t say anything as you hug him, cutting him off and pushing your face into his chest. His shirt dampens from your tears, but at least you’re in his arms and when you whisper out his name he can’t help but smile... letting his regretful façade crack.

And like a rabbit, you’re completely devoured whole by one sly fox— you were too sweet, too trusting of Takeda Ittetsu.

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dont-be-ugly · 3 years

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The Five Times Y/N teased Bucky, and the one time he finally got back at her

Summary: Part two of Angels and Bar Accidents. Y/N and Bucky are forced to stay at the tower alone for a week, while the rest of the Avengers go out on various missions, vacations, and family reunions (for the alive family members, of course).

MONDAY

They didn’t notice the absence of anyone until it was to late. There was a note on the table stating everyone had went out on various things, and the first to be back home would be Tony. They had the whole tower to themselves. Y/N was walking around in one of Bucky’s sweaters, and short shorts, with her hair pulled back, while Bucky was sitting eating with no shirt and jeans.

Y/N was humming ‘Rasputin’ quietly, while searching the cabinets for something. “What are you looking for, doll?” Bucky asked. “My lollipops. I want something sweet, but not to sweet.” She answers, standing on a stool, trying to reach the top shelf. She sighs, her wings fluttering softly. The area was to small for her 10ft wingspan, and she couldn’t quite reach the top shelf with her 5ft 3in self.

“Bucky.... could you help me?” she sighs, yet again. “Sure thing, doll” Bucky laughs. He walks over to where the young girl is, and grabs her lollipops with ease. “You really are a doll. Cute, innocent, sweet, and small.” He teases. “Rude!” She exclaims, handing him a blue raspberry lollipop. “Thanks” he says, unwrapping the wrapper, and setting the it on his tongue.

“No problem!” She smiles, grabbing a watermelon lollipop. She unwraps it and sets it in her mouth. She continues humming, as she walks over, and sits across from where Bucky’s seat was, muttering something about innocence. She absentmindedly scrolled through Twitter. She had her hand on the stick of the lollipop, twirling it around her mouth.

Bucky sat down, watching Y/N silently. He was staring more specifically at the lollipop in her mouth. He knew she was doing it absentmindedly, she needed to keep her hands on something (wink wink) but she was also teasing him. She didn’t notice, of course. But she was. Y/N felt his eyes on her and looked up. “Can I help you?” She giggled, now noticing what she was doing. “In more ways than one.” He replied, seriously.

She smirked, got up, and walked over to Bucky. “Too bad.” She gave him a kiss, him tasting watermelon, her tasting blue raspberry. She pulled away, and skipped off, knowing this would rile him up.

If only he got his hands on her.

TUESDAY

Y/N was usually neutral when it came to heat and being cold. So, when the next day rolled around, she had to switch from sweater, to crop top, just to avoid the scorching heat. She sighed, before getting the best idea. She knew she was absentmindedly teased him yesterday, and played into it, so why not mess with him today?

Y/N knew teasing Bucky was dangerous ground, but adrenaline kept her from stopping. She had only ever teased him once purposely, and that lasted three days. She slipped on her favorite dark red crop top, it was almost see through, lacy, and sleeveless. Perfect combo.

She walked in the kitchen and grabbed a popsicle, opening the wrapper, before heading out to the training room. Bucky was training, as per usual, not paying attention until he heard the close. “Hey doll.” He said, walking over to her. He went to hug her but she slipped past him. “Don’t touch me, you, babe, are very sweaty. Sweat is gross.” She makes a disgusted face. “Fair enough.” He chuckles, and heads back to the punching bag. Y/N watches, licking and sucking on her popsicle.

He doesn’t notice at first, but eventually catches on. “You’re walking in dangerous ground, doll. Stop teasing me.” He says seriously. Y/N just smirks, turns around, and walks off, purposely swaying her hips a little more than usual. She waits just by the door, and laughs when she hears the frustrated noises coming from the room.

If only he got his hands on her.

WEDNESDAY

Today was accidental. Y/N was wearing one of Bucky’s shirts, with no shorts underneath. Bucky had it planned, where she would attempt to get a lollipop, which was in a new cabinet, on the highest shelf, and had to ask him for help.

She fell almost into his trap. Almost. Here she was, standing on the all-to-familiar stool, reaching for her lollipops, the shirt lifting, and leaving almost nothing to his imagination. He silently shifts. She turns around and steps down, now looking at Bucky’s frustrated face. “Like the view?” Y/N laughed.

“You’re teasing me again.” Bucky wines. “Whoops.” And with that, she walked out.

If only he got his hands on her.

THURSDAY

They had gotten an invite from Tony, who was still on vacation, to a gala happening the Monday after he gets back. That meant Y/N had to try on dresses. And had to get someone’s opinion. She had been lucky to slip out of his grasp, but he was getting more and more riled up about it. They both knew that when he fought Y/N, she would never tease him like this again.

“Last dress, I promise!” She pipes, walking in the kitchen. It was a gold dress, that went to her upper thigh, cut out holes on the sides where her hips where, thin straps, and a V neck that left little to anyone’s imagination. He sat, jaw dropped, admiring his girlfriend’s figure.

“I take it you like it, huh, Buckaroo?” She giggles. He clears his throat, standing to approach her, but as soon as he gets 10ft away, she runs.

If only he got his hands on her.

FRIDAY

Y/N had somehow managed to, not only avoid being near Bucky for to long, but convince him to go swimming with her. He was overly frustrated, and her in a swimsuit didn’t help. It was a dark red bikini, laced around the edges, thin straps, and was somewhat see through.

He had managed to keep a straight face for five minutes, before he finally broke. He grabbed Y/N, careful to to hurt her. “I forgot my wallet at the tower. Could you teleport us?” He lied. He felt bad lying to her, but she had been teasing him all day for the past four days, today the fifth. He wouldn’t let her escape this time.

“Yeah, sure.” She teleported them back, and before she could run, he had his hand around her neck, and her pinned against the wall. He squeezed slightly, but not enough to hurt Y/N. “You’ve been teasing me doll. All. Damn. Week. And I’m not going to escape for a fifth time. Now, will you behave? Or will I have to add to your punishment?”

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