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darlingbabyboo · 8 months

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The Fluffy Life of Dating a Delinquent

Tokyo revengers boys and the little things they do (that I want because I'm lonely lol)

Warning: extreme fluff, just Tokrev characters being in love with you

Mikey is the type to buy snacks for you, no matter what. It doesn't matter what time of day it is, he's got some food for you too. He's calling you at 3am in the morning and telling you that he got you some chips, can he come over. He thinks sharing food is the best way to share love and well, he's right ❤

Izana will know everything about you. Your favourite colour, your favourite places to go, what you like to watch. Honey, he got you. You're his assignment and he's passing with an A+. He's the best person when you're sad because he knows exactly what to do. He can cheer you up in five minutes, tops.

Draken is so protective of you 😭. He knows he's well-liked and he's got an entire brothel, might as well take advantage of it. He wants to take care of you, and he knows you need boundaries and space sometimes but he lives a bit of a dangerous life, he needs to make sure you're taken care of. If someone actually got a scratch on your head he's killing them. No questions asked.

Hakkai didn't come from the best family. After the death of his mother, everything kinda fell apart. That's why he wants to start new traditions with you. Getting take out every Friday, matching accessories, whatever it is. He considers you family and he can't wait until you two pass down these traditions to your children.

Baji names cats after things related to you! Your favourite things to eat, do, whatever! Anything that's remotely related to you, that's the new name of the cat! Has given cats pet names that he usually uses for you, sometimes it's a bit confusing, but it's more so endearing.

You can say all you want about Kisaki but no one can say that this man isn't your biggest fan. You're the only one in his eyes but you're also the best. You got no competition but you're also destroying your competition with the twitch of your finger. Ain't it nice, to be someone's one and only 😆

Ran's ideal date is a sleep date. You two watching a movie on the computer, cuddled together under the blankets. He lasts half the movie but it's worth it because he has his hands on your waist and chin on your shoulder. He says he's not a cuddler but his grip on you is like iron, he will not let you move.

Mitsuya will fit you into his schedule no matter what. He's got two younger siblings and a Hakkai to take care of but he always has time for his baby. Yeah, he has three late assignments, five new outfits to make and grocery shopping to take care of, but please tell him about your day. Will take a break from what he's doing for his beautiful baby.

Might not look like it, but Benkei has the best hugs. You guys see him latting Shinichiro's head, now imagine those big strong hands wrapping around you. He's so warm and comforting, his hugs are meant for a higher power. Even if he's strong, he's incredibly careful around you. Big strong men being delicate for you despite their strength 🤤

Rindou makes mixtapes for you. You're always on his mind and when you're on his mind, he just makes a playlist for you. You and him probably share a Spotify account at this point with the amount of playlists dedicated to you. And they all have the same sappy titles 'to the Love of my Life'.

You ever see someone looking at their partner in the picture instead of at the camera. Yeah, that's Shinichiro. He knows that he was lucky to get you, and he's in awe that you still choose to be by his side. Now, the only time he smiling is because he's looking at yours 😁

Cooking together, the best and tastiest love language around. Fits that best boy, Angry has it! Will make your faves, and he HAS to learn food from your culture. He likes going on picnic dates because he can show off his skills to you, and he loves hearing your enjoyment (and you're the real winner with how delicious everything is). You two cook together. Though if you're one of those who are a mess in the kitchen, Angry's just happy to see you enjoy things he made. Pls praise him though, he won't say it but be revels in your praise. Your words are everything to him ❤.

Takemichi is loyal to the end. Don't worry about this boy lacking, he's here for you. He could be in a room of models but the only one he's got his eyes on is you. You're #1 to him 🥰

If you hate someone Chifuyu hates them even more. You say something bad about someone once, he despises them forever and wants to sell their soul to Satan. He will not forgive and he will not forget. He loves you and he will never get other people who don't feel the same.

Wakasa would quit smoking for you. The minute you cough around him, he's throwing his cigar away and replacing them with lollipops. No matter how much he might miss them, your lungs are more important 😙

Those things that you're obsessed with that no one else really cares about? Kakucho will erase those worries, easy. He doesn't mind your ramblings, encourages them. Will keep it all in his mind and remember them so he can participate deeper with things. Your interests are his interests hun!

Kazutora loves spontaneous dates so much. And he makes sure that you two go on them often. Wants to make sure that your relationship never weakens so he loves being around you, and the best way to be around you is doing your favourite things! He will sneak you out if need be so you two can have a picnic in the moonlight.

You need some support, good thing Sanzu offers it unconditionally. Going from things like you needing help on wash day to you needing to cover up a body, your bae's got your back. He might not enjoy doing everything, he's just a tad bratty, but no matter how loud he's complaining throughout, he still gonna do it!

Smiley will defend your honour! He hears some bitch talking about you, he won't let that slide. Blood will be spilled. Someone got something fun to say about your heavenly skin, he gonna kill someone. He's like Draken if Draken was an unhinged gremlin. He will beat someone up and then look at you with a smile on his face like, are you okay precious?

All your dreams of drowning in a strong man's clothes (that's a fantasy we all have, right?) are fulfilled with Mucho. He's so much taller than you (and if not, he's got muscles for days) so whenever you steal some of his clothes, you swim in them. It's a beautiful, comforting, amazing feeling.

Atsushi is the kind to learn how to braid just for you! He knows that going to a barber is expensive so he's got your back. He's doing goddess braids for you, cornrows, whatever you desire. And if you're not a braid person, well good thing he can learn how to!

Shion's pet names are ridiculous! Will call you baby cakes all the time and then start calling you pumpkin the next day. Is he doing this because he's stupid yes but he also likes to see your little smile. All he wants is your goofy little smile 😘

Takeomi is a planner, always, and you're always going to be part of his plans. When he's talking about the future, you're going to be part of it. It's so sweet how casual he is about it, you two will just be laying down in his bed holding hands and he'll be mentioning how good you'd look with a ring on your finger.

Hanma is secretly a romantic. He's an adrenaline junkie in the end though, so he spins things to an insane degree. Sneaking up a ferris wheel and kissing you under the moonlight, telling you to skip school so you guys can watch the sunrise and sunset, skinny dipping at the beach! If it's a bit too much, he gotchu. He's fine with both of you just hanging out on your bed or chilling in the bath. He's not your typical love interest, but he's surprisingly understanding and sweet 😍

Can y'all tell how deprived I am 😭. Also, not proof read because I'm lazy!

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residenthughes · 1 year

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starting afresh

pairing: leon kennedy x gender neutral reader

word count: 1.3K

tags/warnings: fluff, domestic fluff, re4r leon with re2r haircut/hairstyle

summary: it's been six years since the raccoon city incident. some things change, and some things stay the same (where re4r leon cuts his hair as short as it was in re2r for the first time)

notes: whoever made the mod(s) for leon to have his re2r hairstyle in re4r, no words. just take my money. I'm begging. but if y'all have seen those screenshots/played with the mod yourself, you just know how good he looks with his hair short :((( makes me so soft! hehe

feel like i kind of stepped up my dialogue here, thanks to all the fics I've been reading as of lately 😈 couldn't be more thankful, haha! hope y'all enjoy this and please feel free to let me know your thoughts on this!

“What do you think?”

You’re at a loss for words. Jaw slack and eyes wide. You’re overreacting, you know you are but this quite literally came out of nowhere. It was an uneventful, slow Sunday. As per yours and Leon’s routine, the leisurely day was spent draped in a citrus scented duvet and immersing yourselves in cosy cuddles to recharge for the long week ahead. It was only when your lips ghosted over the rosewood marks of love peppered across the expanse of Leon’s clavicle, hands feverish and wandering that your actions ceased upon the growl of your stomach.

Leon can only laugh, kissing away the flush of your cheeks as he mumbles against your forehead. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s make some food.”

You pout, wanting to beg for five more minutes (like you hadn’t before), bones aching for the pamper the cloudlike bed provides, but Leon’s already leaving you, arms extending up to the ceiling as he stretches. The sliver of afternoon light peeking through the curtains basks his toned body in all kinds of flattering light, muscles expanding and contracting.

Leon turns to look at you, lips plump with love as the duvet drapes your body like some fine ballroom gown. He swears his heart beats out of his chest. There really is no one as beautiful as you.

“Race you to the kitchen?” A teasing eyebrow is raised and even though Leon sets himself in motion to sprint, you don’t budge. Not even an inch.

He deflates, eyes rolling as he pads over to your side of the bed.

“Don’t wanna,” you mumble as you attempt to bury yourself into the bed, cocooning yourself with the dark shadow grey duvet. “Too lazy.”

Leon sighs. “I’ll give you a piggyback ride?”

Your attention is grabbed. You remove the duvet from your face, sly smirk positioning itself amongst your features.

“I’m listening.”

You cupping behind your ear is what does it for Leon. Dramatic as always.

A huff of amusement sounds from him. Considering the extent as to which the man spoils you rotten, you should be babbling for him to recant his offer, carrying yourself to the kitchen before you two move in a synchronised dance practised all the years you’ve been together as you make food. But Leon’s already perched up on your side of the bed, back towards you with his hands behind him.

“Of course you are,” he beckons for you with the flutter of his fingers, an easy smile sent your way over his shoulder. “Now, hop on before your stomach eats itself.”

You follow his lead, as you always do. Hooking your legs around his waist and circling your arms loosely around his neck. You don’t forget to show your appreciation, peppering his nape with kisses that have laughter pouring out of Leon like honey. Once you’re in the kitchen of your shared apartment, Leon sets you down on the cold countertop with the squeeze of your thighs and opens the fridge.

“Shit,” you crane your neck to look into the fridge too. Much like your stomach, it’s pretty empty. “Need to head to the store if we want something edible for dinner.”

“Is there anything for now at least?” You really can’t be arsed to wait to go get some groceries, make a meal and then eat.

“Kind of, but we definitely need to go shopping after this.” Leon states as he brings out the remnants of the fridge. You go to grab the spices from the cabinet and the last of the eggs and stare at your ingredients.

“Let’s get this party started.”

You groan.

Leon can be so lame sometimes. Yet so lovable all the time.

Once the appetising brunch made with nothing but the utmost of love settles in your stomach, you reluctantly begin to egg yourself on to completing the rest of your weekend’s work and preparing for your Monday back at the office. Blue light glasses perched against the bridge of your nose, you gnaw at the end of your pencil, legs crossed in the way Leon always jokes in the shape of a pretzel. You’ve left quite a bit of work for yourself to complete tonight, so you don’t see yourself leaving your workspace anytime soon.

Leon understands, he always does. Kisses your forehead delicately and murmurs something about getting some stuff from the grocery store for dinner. He’s out the door before you can get a word in. You now understand why he left in such a hurry, understand why he took longer than usual.

Before you, your longtime partner, with long dirt blond locks that framed the angles of his cheekbones, sports a new hairstyle. Or should you say old. You haven’t seen him like this since you first started dating - bashful young adults about to embark on their journey into adulthood, sweaty palms linked and heart beats in sync. Ever since the ruinous events of Raccoon City, you noticed that with all the scars and burdens Leon carries with him that he never once looked the same. Face gaunt and eyes sunken in. It took a long while before life returned to his eyes. And though you were beyond ecstatic that Leon was seemingly getting better, you couldn’t help but take note of his hair. He never cut it like before. Never.

Opting for longer strands of his gorgeous hair, Leon always gave a chuckle and said, “thought you always wanted me to grow my hair out,” whenever you asked. It was sweet of him to do so, sweet of him to say, but you and him both knew that wasn’t entirely true. However, you never pried - that was not in your nature, and certainly not evident in all the years you’ve been with Leon. So, you didn’t ask again and when the time came that Leon’s huffs of annoyance filled your ears as he struggled with keeping the strands out of his face, he departed with a smile and cut a mere two inches off his almost shoulder length hair. It remained that way for the next six years.

Now, having grown into his rugged features, the short hair length from all those years ago conjures something else in you. It feels nostalgic but new - feels right and looks that way too. But more than anything, you feel proud. Proud of Leon and all that he is, all that he’s become despite everything.

“Barber went a bit crazy, didn’t he?”

Oh, bless him. He’s so awkward, so endearing it hurts. Pools of blue avert your gaze, the floor apparently more interesting, fingertip scratching the surface of his cheeks that burn with ruby red. This is a big moment for Leon, you think, but you know better than anyone that he doesn’t want it to be. Just wants your reassurance and all the calmness that comes with it.

Your hands against Leon’s cheeks shift his eyes to yours, getting an eyeful of the absolute fondness that swims in your eyes. He simply drowns in it - knows the glimmer in your eyes signifies the pride that swells in your chest, the tenderness of your touch loving and reassuring. He did well, has always done so well. Deserves his flowers and the whole damn garden.

“Maybe,” you giggle and your joy is contagious. Smiling with you, Leon feels you twiddle the strands of his hair between your fingers. Slow and gentle - like your love is. It’s so sweet. “But, I’m not mad at it. Not one bit.”

In all the time you’ve been with Leon, there hasn’t been any more than a handful of times you can recall where he willingly leaned on you for support. Not because you lacked the capacity to do so, but because the solitary nature and secrecy of his job kept him from doing so. Facing his nightmares as much as he could by himself, meeting his new nightmares on missions by himself - everything by himself. But in moments like these, where the significance of his trauma can be lost in translation, he surrenders himself to you. Altogether. Unabashed and brave. He couldn’t be more dashing than he is right now, all versions of himself served to you on a silver platter.

You fall in love all over again.

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yawnderu · 4 months

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good god girl you deserved every one of those followers and more aaGHHH

ehhh these days can't stop thinkin about how horangi would be as a husband. the domestic bliss and all. i personally wouldn't even touch a man in real life, not even mentioning the wedding and shit, but him? i'd learn how to fucking cook for this man and i HATE doing it for someone other than me. the house\apartment would be (somewhat-) polished at all times. ughhhuchuuchghnb. i want to go grocery shopping in the late evenings together or cook him solyanka IDK MAN JUST SOMETHING

PLSSSS I DIDNT NOTICE THE IMAGE THE FIRST TIME I READ THE ASK SO I WAS LIKE

THANK U SO MUCH BTW!! LOVE THE IMAGE JKEFHBJFEB honestly same cuz irl men give me the ick bur Horangi?? pretty voice with the deep voice?? I'm ready to be a cute little housewife NHJFBEBEFHJ

Horangi would be such a great husband!! :((

Like imagine him finally having something to look forward to?? He paid his debts already, he can spoil you as much as he wants to get rid of the urge to gamble his money away. Anything you look in the store?? Consider it yours. What kind of man would he be if he doesn't spoil his wife?

He's so damn needy when he comes back from deployment :(( wanting to cuddle you all the time and hold you as much as possible, enjoying coming home to a clean house and a tasty meal waiting for him. Speaking of that, this man absolutely DEVOURS anything you give him. His wife's meals are SO much better than MREs no matter what you cook, he'll enjoy it like it's his last meal on death row ejhbfhjfbeejbfh

#horangi mw2 #horangi #cod mw2 #cod #call of duty #cod modern warfare #horangi x reader #kim horangi hong jin #horangi cod #stray answers

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noroi1000 · 1 year

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Hi, I have a request and I hope you like the idea. Have you heard of the word Karen before? Have you seen any videos about Karen’s? Well if you did I thought that it would be kinda funny if y/n, Gojo and Geto meet one. (Btw this is a Geto x y/n x Gojo) and if you watched Karen’s videos before, you know that a lot of them show Karen in supermarkets. Well anyways the story starts like this. Y/n Gojo and Geto live together btw, and is morning and she wakes up to do her morning routine and start breakfast etc. while doing breakfast she realized that they’re almost out of groceries. They wake up and she told them about it and agreed to go grocery shopping later. After a few hours they went to the supermarket and everything was normal, (also can I ask if you can put a funny scene we’re Gojo is sitting inside the cart and Geto is pushing it while y/n is embarrassing and annoyed at their childish antics) and in one of the food isles there was this lady (the Karen) just minding her own business and the three of them were next to her. Gojo went to another isle to get something so it was just Geto and y/n (btw Geto and Gojo call y/n rarely by her name, they usually just calls her babe, honey, sweetheart, etc.) So Geto and y/n we’re just talking and he would call her that and the lady over heard it and thought they were a couple. Gojo comes back and also called her with nicknames. Then the lady heard this and was confused and she immediately asked who was she dating and she told both of them. The lady at first laughed at the situation thinking it was a joke and said “your so funny young lady. You know a couple is between with one man and one woman.” But y/n said the same thing again and this time the lady was shocked and disgusted. And as any Karen would, the lady started making a big scene. (The conversation through the fight can be however you want but I ask that she said something really offensive to y/n about her dating two men and it made her a bit emotional). The ending can be however you want. Sorry if it’s weird, I thought it would be Interesting to read Gojo and Geto meeting a Karen in the wild.

Karen in shop

a/n: I had never seen the movies before, nor had I heard of it. But I've been researching about it, and I don't think it's that bad.

Warnings: swear words, typical Karen

You woke up in the morning as usual. Somehow slipping out of the arms of your boyfriends who keep you pinned between them as you sleep.

So getting out of bed was hard for you, but you managed to get your body out from between them.

You didn't want to wake them up because it looked cute that Satoru was looking for you in his sleep and started slowly cuddling up to Suguru. It was so fun and cute. However, you left your bedroom to do everything you do every morning.

Your morning routine isn't all that complex. You don't do so many things to your body every morning. Especially since you have no plans today. So you'll just sit at home and do nothing. You don't want to leave the house. You guys can just sit on the couch together and watch movies. Or do something. Or eat together, then do something, then cook dinner together, take care of yourself and finally take a long bath together.

You will need a day of laziness...

Have you even considered making breakfast to pass the time? Something other than Breakfast cereals with milk or a sandwich.

After putting on your clothes, you went to the kitchen. You were glad your slippers were soft and kept the cold floor out of your feet.

The best fluffy slippers are the ones your boyfriends bought you. They know your taste so well. Perfect color and perfect size.

That's why you love them.

You'd probably have to buy them the same.

Because you see Satoru walking around the house with socks on and Suguru wearing flip-flops without socks. Well, he likes traditional Japanese shoes, so you don't forbid him. However, you would like to see them wearing fluffy slippers around the house.

You turned on the kettle to make black coffee for Suguru and sweet for Satoru. Such a routine. The person who gets up first makes coffee for everyone else.

You reached for three mugs to make you warm drinks.

In the meantime, you decided to come up with something to eat. So that it tastes good to you and also to them.

You can't eat sweets alone. And you won't let Satoru eat those sweet, colorful cereals with milk and coffee with sugar again.

And you also don't want Suguru to eat bread with some condiment, washed down with black coffee.

You need some change to break your constant routine. Eating the same thing gets boring over time.

You opened the fridge to see the shelves were almost empty. Apart from a few jars of various jams that Satoru eats with waffles or pancakes. There wasn't much inside either. You also found some lunch from yesterday, but neither of you will get enough of it. Especially since Satoru is a glutton. The same can be said about Suguru...

You quickly looked in the other cupboards to find at least flour and eggs. To make even pancakes.

There was almost nothing there.

Already completely pissed, you sighed, and went to the bedroom.

Just to wake them up.

As you entered, you noticed that Suguru was lying on his back, phone in hand, while Satoru's head was resting on his shoulder while he was still sleeping, his long limbs stretched out all over. The length of the bed.

Your bed is huge, mainly because it can easily accommodate three people. And they are tall, and their shoulders and chests are quite broad. That's why it was the most convenient for you.

"What's up, baby?" Suguru asked as he watched you walk over to the bed.

And suddenly you climbed onto the high mattress to put one leg over his body, and sat on his lower abdomen.

"We need to go to the store..." I murmured, feeling the sleepiness return as you touched the bed.

"Sure, we'll go after we have breakfast." He told you and put the phone on the nightstand.

"We must go now. Because there's nothing to eat for breakfast." You said running your hands over his stomach, feeling the hard muscles under his shirt.

"There's nothing at home?"

"No... Satoru probably ate everything yesterday..." you said looking at the white-haired boy.

Suddenly, Geto hit him with his elbow, causing him to wake up.

"What...?" He groaned sleepily.

"Did you eat everything in the house?!"

"I don't know... I was hungry..."

"Hey hey, Suguru, don't torment him. We'll just go shopping and he'll pay for it." You said grabbing Suguru's hand.

"Fine... But let me sleep some more..."

You hoped he would be calm and sleepy all the time. However, the moment you took a large shopping cart, he suddenly came to life.

And Suguru wasn't angry with him anymore.

The white-haired man jumped into the cart, and you thought it was about to burst.

He started laughing as Geto pushed him across the parking lot like little children.

They nearly fell over a few times, but that didn't stop them.

You ran after them, telling them to stop. it was funny, however people stared at you...

And when you managed to get your white-haired boyfriend out of the shopping cart, you entered the store.

You were hoping for a quiet shopping experience. Even if you were there with them, and life with them is not always easy.

"Honey~honey~, could I pick up some cereal?"

You looked at Satoru who was looking at you like a child.

"You pay, so sure. Take what you want." You told him, plucking a strand from his white hair.

It probably stuck to him while he was getting dressed.

"Thanks honey~." he pecked your cheek with a smile before walking into another alley.

"What do we need?" the dark-haired man asked you.

But you were more focused on the woman who was standing near you, looking in your direction.

do you look weird? Or maybe he is looking at the products that are in front of you on the shelf?

"Uhm... Maybe bread first? Could you pass me some top shelf sugar?"

He smiled and reached higher, grabbing the wrapper before putting it in the cart he was driving as he followed you.

"Anything else, honey?" he asked.

"Let's go get some bread."

"Yes, princess." He winked one eye at you, making you blush a little at his charm.

Why was he able to change his attitude in such sudden moments?

From a cute boyfriend to being pissed at Satoru to being cute again.

As you approached the woman, she looked at you again. By staring at you.

Now you're sure she was looking straight at you.

While you were choosing fresh baguettes for breakfast, Satoru returned with his arms full of cereal wrappers.

He threw it all into the cart.

"You're crazy, aren't you?" Suguru asked, looking at his friend with a raised eyebrow.

"Our Mochi said I can! You know, she's our girlfriend and she treats us equally! You get your favorite coffee and food, I get my favorite sweets. And she's sweet to me too!" He smiled, and pulled you by the waist.

"We share, and we both have the same. Remember." Suguru said, pulling you away from him, and pulled your back against his chest, bending your neck to kiss your lips.

"Do you always have to make scenes? I love you both equally." You said as you pulled away from them.

Your relationship is that you love them and they love you. You agreed to it because you couldn't pick one. And neither of them would give up on you.

You ended up like this, and each of you knows that there isn't enough jealousy between them to fight to keep you for just one.

They don't want to make you choose, so you don't choose.

Because you love them both.

And the moment you said that, that woman who was next to you came over to you.

Standing in front of you, her face didn't seem pleased. On the contrary, she was confused, but it was negative.

"Excuse me, I heard what you were talking about. And I have one question for you, girl, which one are you dating?" She asked pointing at them with one hand.

"Um..." He hesitated a little.

Why should you tell a stranger your private things?

But in the end, you guys are open about your relationship...

"I'm dating both of them." you said.

The woman looked more indignant. But suddenly she smiled slightly. It wasn't a genuine smile.

"You're so funny, young lady. Haha... A relationship is between one man and one woman." She said covering her mouth slightly with her hand.

You looked at the old woman's face.

Did she really think you were joking??

"I'm not trying to be funny. I say it as it is. The three of us are dating." You said again.

And then her face changed. The smile faded, and disgust appeared on her face. Especially when she was looking at you.

"That's not a relationship." She said reproachfully, snorting a little with irony. "A normal relationship is one where there is a man and a woman. Two people. Two men or two women is not normal. And more than two people in a relationship is an anomaly. This sort of thing should be illegal."

"Why illegal? No one can command anyone they fall in love with." You snorted, already pissed at her behavior.

"Oh, I see. You don't have a brain, do you? Because no sane person with a brain would do something so disgusting!" she raised her voice. "Don't you feel it's so disgusting and horrible? You spend time with one man and then go to another! You cheat on one with the other and then vice versa! You're not normal, bitch. People like you are destroying society."

"Oi, grandma, did anyone ask for your opinion? I think that you are an abnormal person without a brain, since you approach people you don't know and tell them that they are abnormal. If you had any sense, you wouldn't say your racist views, and you wouldn't openly show that you are homophobic. I understand that old age, when no one wants you anymore because you are old and ugly, is painful. But an old and mean women who lives like it's the Middle Ages, no one will like." Satoru said, leaning down to her height.

"Did I say something to you?" she asked indignantly.

"By saying my girlfriend is a bitch, you're insulting me too. 'Cause the only bitch I see here is you. Probably racist, homophobic, and yet you don't tolerate small deviations from normality. I'll blow you away whore, You're twice my age or even three times my age and my hair is naturally white! Since birth! Oh no, fucking kill me for making my hair an old man's color! You don't even like what we look like? Gouge out your eyes! Don't look at people who are disgusting to you!"

"A woman having more than one man is just a whore–"

"I suggest gouging out your eyes as well as cutting out your tongue." Suguru said, keeping his hand on your shoulder so you don't take what she says personally.

"I'll call the police. I know people like you, long hair, piercings and tattoos! All you want to do is kill and hurt people."

"A woman who believes all the rumors... So annoying... I could tattoo your face on my ass that says "I have her in my ass ", or "shit on the bitch ". You want it? No, I wouldn't want my ass to be as ugly as your face."

Then you started walking away to finish your shopping.

Satoru followed you.

"See ya'!" he shouted, showing two middle fingers to the woman.

When you got to your car, you packed a large pile of groceries and wanted to go.

And then Satoru decided that he buys you pizza and also buys food for tonight's movie night.

#gojo #geto #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x you #gojo satoru #gojo x y/n #jujustu kaisen #gojo x reader #geto suguru #jjk x reader

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luvring · 2 years

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BRUH I REALLY WISH I DIDNT ASK FOR MICAH YUJIN IN ANON FKDNXKDNXK Okay anyways HIII I USED TO BE AN ANON HERE BUT NOW I HAVE AN ACC HAHA FEAR ME /j...unLESS-- OK ANYWAYS pls share that discord u talked abt!!! i wanna joinnnnn AND ALSO A PART 2 FOR MICAH OUR KING????? YES P L E A S E

— micah yujin boyfriend hcs 2

don't worry guys this one was not as long. (part 1 here !) also wow. a past anon..wow. heyy 😍 and the discord link is on the official itch.io page i think but !!

https://discord.gg/Smhppc7J :]

always sends you funny posts/videos he finds and makes sure to react to each one you send Him

^ has and will continue to send you videos where the 12 year old kid is matching initials as soulmates and you show up.

sends you pics of skrunkly (and him) basically on a daily basis. always captions it something stupid (/affectionate)

^ combining these two to discuss cat trends that you keep sending him so he goes OH THAT'S A GOOD IDEA

micah loves doing chores with you!! grocery shopping, Laundry And Taxes, etc etc. #QUALITYTIME i get it. you might not be Quick with him around but it's fun so i consider it a win

^ wants to try cooking new meals with you, especially any of your own cultural food ! if you can't cook then he Will offer to teach you

if you give him any jewelry he won't take it off (said by girl who does the same thing)

do(n't) play co-op horror games with him. will go in guns blazing then start yelling and running to you when he inevitably gets in trouble. actually pretty good when he tries but he doesn't try so what do we do now🤨

^ if you're playing a competitive team game and he's on your team,, there's a good chance micah will Sacrifice Himself very dramatically. if you sacrifice yourself he swears on your life to avenge you

would be very much (sends random text at 3am) (you respond) (wow i cant believe you're Awake?)

you must have a build-a-bear date. it is Necessary. personally i'd get sonic and tails together but you guys do you?

trying to get up in the morning w this guy...one of you is definitely not letting go and repeatedly asking for 5 more minutes until you're inevitably in bed for another hour

there's multiple times where you come home and find him hugging something of yours fast asleep. sorry. i am so sad

shakes you violently. do his makeup. sit on his lap and do his makeup. make him sit somewhere and stand in between his legs and do his makeup. do it . do i

micah is very good at knowing when he should be serious . if he knows you've had a bad day he does everything he can to make you comfortable and remind you he loves you — snacks, cuddles, watching the show you guys always watch, rambling so you can just listen, bringing skrunkly over, etc etc o(-(

currently imagining someone performing on the street, micah bowing and offering a hand, and saying "would you offer me this dance, your highness?" like i will burst into tears rn

i think when he hears an animal he repeats the sound. sorry this isn't boyfriend specific but like a bird cawing and him cawing back. meows at stray cats. you stopped walking 3 minutes ago and micah is still crouching on the ground trying to get its attention

he was not kidding about the maid dress thing. the Real trick is to show up in a matching maid dress/butler outfit. is micah frozen in place staring at you,, maybe

you know those stuffy riders. the mall animal rides. i'm not even going to finish this thought you know what you need to do.

grabs your shoulders and says smth like you're my ride or die before going on big carnival rides. like..thank you. makes some kind of competition out of it (who screams the most/least, etc etc)

^ makes little jokes about those couples in lines but would be that couple with you. "we're the exception, obviously."

have you seen that guy's abs. anyways. micah doing the push up kiss thing. you cheering him on because he "gets way stronger" when he knows his angel is there

if you dye your hair to match his/skrunkly he will explode. might cry a little idk

doesn't realize it sometimes but he stands in front of you to block the sun when it's super sunny

if you hurt yourself he kisses wherever it is. goodnight

bites u /affectionate

not to act like some old married couple or anything but he Will ask if you want to watch like, home renovation shows together. which i love btw. he gets very opinionated

uses the reversible octopus plushies

if you're sitting next to each other and micah notices you're tired he'll wordlessly pull your head to lay against his shoulder

would use one of those apps where you can send each other notes/drawings as a widget. will he write a cheesy pun or draw a penis That Is Not Up To Me

#error143 #micah yujin #micah yujin x reader

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el-hawthorne · 2 years

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When Their Ex Send Them Proof That You are Cheating Behind Them but They Trust You

Words : 2.475

Pairing : TXT X Reader

Rate : PG 13+

Genre : fluff, established relationship

Warning : none (?)

A/N : The title is long, just like TXT's song title, ik.

Soobin

It was holiday, so he used that chance to sleepover at your house

Your family like him a lot and considered him as part of your family too

Like, your mom would proudly introduced him to your neighbors as her son

Your father really likes his company, especially as his fishing mate. He listened to your father, a lot

Your brother thought he is cool and too good for you (and he earned a lot of smacks from you, lol), but he was happy that he didn't have to worry about you because you're basically in good hands

Then, there was time that both of you spent time alone, it was shopping for groceries at the market.

He couldn't help but smile when he saw you running like a child towards an old woman who sells street food.

When you were chatting and buying some food, he received a message from his ex, accusing you of cheating behind his back by sending him a picture of you kissing a random man.

He frowned when his ex said that she took the picture just now.

Heally? You were literally with him right now. You even ran towards him and called his name which sounded so endearing.

"You should try this! This is my favorite snack!"

He smiled when he looked at you, especially with the way your eyes were shining when you looked up to him.

You frowned, "What's with that smile?"

"Nothing," he said before he crouched down just to peck your lips that made you surprised and blushing, "I just wanted to kiss you."

"What was that?" You slap his chest and try to get angry at him, clearly embarrassed because of him kissing you in the crowd.

But still, you could hear his contagious yet lovely laugh when you hid behind his chest.

Yeonjun

Every weekend, you and Yeonjun would always empty your schedule, so you and him could spend quality times together.

Even though it's been over five years since both of you were dating, it always felt like you just met him yesterday when your colleague introduced both of you towards each other.

All of this time, dating Yeonjun always feels amazing. And fortunately, Yeonjun also feels the same.

You and Yeonjun were honest towards each other and would communicate over everything. Looked like both of you learned a lot from the past relationships you had.

For the whole week, you and Yeonjun decided to rest inside the house and didn't go anywhere, simply enjoying each other's presence and getting cozy.

How's your holiday going with him?

More like he didn't let you cook for breakfast, doing chores together while listening to your favorite music.

In the afternoon, he was playing games while resting his head on your lap and insisted on having your hands playing with his hair. While you were watching some movies.

If your hand wasn't on his hair, he would pause his games and take your hand and place it on his hair again while mumbling, "play with my hair."

In the evening, you decided to take care of the garden in front of your house. Yeonjun likes to buy some plants, because he said the meaning of those plants remind him of you. And Yeonjun? He decided to cook dinner and thought that maybe he could cook some dishes that you like recently.

He would be very annoyed when the music suddenly stopped because someone was spamming his message endlessly.

"This better be important," he groaned when he opened the messages he had, only to find out that his ex sent him some pictures of you kissing your ex.

Seriously? His precious time was already wasted because of his ex. He knew how toxic his ex was. But it was too much when he already blocked his ex, but then his ex used their new numbers to contact him, then claimed that the pictures were taken just now. Meanwhile, you were clearly outside of the house to take care of your childs (read: the plants).

You were confused at Yeonjun when he cuddled you at night. No, you didn't mind him cuddling with you. But you could sense that something was wrong with him, because he seems somewhat irritated about something.

"You okay, Jun?" you asked him softly.

"Hmm?" He sniffed at your neck, "you could sense it already."

"Yeah, it's obvious."

He sighed, "My ex, I don't know why he didn't leave me alone, but they are too much."

You frowned before your hands cupped his face and looked at him, straight in the eyes and wanting him to see the worry in your eyes, "What did they do?"

"They accused you of cheating behind my back when you spent your time with me. I don't even know how they find my new numbers and find a girl who looks like you."

"Hey, it's okay. Thanks for trusting me," you said as you hugged him and let him rest in your embrace.

"You know, you're the only one I love, right?" he whispered before he slowly falling asleep.

Beomgyu

It's like another day when Beomgyu was busy doing his job. Sometimes he even forgot to eat that could lead him to get scolded by you.

But he didn't when you were scolding him, because even though he didn't admit it, you looked cute when you were mad at him and he knew the worries you had over him. That means, you cared about him. A lot.

You even made his food and texted him to remind him that he should eat.

Well, after he got into hospital because of him overwork himself, you really took care of him. Thanks to you, his parents now would be less worried.

It was already afternoon. He thought you already sent him a text with your pictures attached to remind him to eat his lunch.

But he got a text from his ex instead. He frowned when he saw your pictures holding a stranger's hand in a caffe. His ex said that they took it just now.

And seconds later, you video call him. He thought he would see you, but he saw his dad instead.

"Dad? Why is Y/n's phone on you?"

"Dad? I thought I already sent Beomgyu's text to remind—oh, hi Gyu!" You waved your hands in front of the camera.

"When will your work finish? Come here as soon as possible to have dinner together. Our Y/n is going to sleepover here," his father said.

He chuckled as he looked at your cheeks covered in flour, then looked at his father who also whipped for you, "I will go home as soon as possible."

"Y/n?" Beomgyu heard his mother's voice.

"I'm coming, Mom," you said as you ran to the kitchen again, leaving Beomgyu and his father alone.

"What is she doing now?" Beomgyu asked his father.

"She just learned your other favorite foods from your mom."

After some nice chats he has with his father. Beomgyu fulfilled his promise to visit his family in Daegu, might be to have a sleepover as well because you were also staying.

He completely ignored his ex' text and even forgot it as soon as he saw your figure in the kitchen.

He immediately clung his hands on your waist as you felt your shoulder became heavy because of him resting his chin.

You already knew it as soon as you smell his scent that you really like. His skin's scent is really nice and you couldn't describe it in words. It's just your favorite.

"What are you doing? What if mom and dad saw us?" You blushed, but couldn't hide your smile either.

"Mom and dad are taking care of the garden in the backyard. But even if they saw us, who cares? Everyone knows how I become when you're around me. I just couldn't resist you."

"What are you cooking right now?" he asked you softly.

"Your favorite foods. Your mom taught me how to make it. So I can make other foods and then you wouldn't be bored with my foods that I make for you."

He kissed your neck gently before mumbling, "Doesn't matter. Everything you cook is delicious, Y/n. I will always eat it."

"Even a rock?" You turned your body to look at him and smirked.

Beomgyu's hand naturally found your cheeks before caressing your cheeks gently, "Even a rock you cook sounds more appetizing than the best chef's masterpieces in this world."

"Ew, cheesy."

He chuckled after your reaction, before he leaned close to kiss your lips with so much gentleness behind his gesture.

Taehyun

You and Taehyun were rewarding both yourselves after such a hectic month by going to a bar.

Your friend's bar to be exact.

He was talking to your friend—the owner of the bar. While you were enjoying yourself as a DJ guest.

"The DJ is pretty," he said to the owner as the owner chuckled at him.

"You should've thanked me because I introduced her to you."

He hummed in agreement.

You were too immersed in being a DJ, but later you realized that Taehyun was still staring at you.

He didn't even bother to look away and still looked at you as you saw his lips made a smile that you really love.

You winked at him before you focused on the music you played.

An hour later, you were done. You decided to spend your time with Taehyun and catch up with your friend—the bar owner.

But while you were approaching Taehyun, Taehyun received a message from an unknown number. There was an attachment, and it was your picture with a random man. The sender said that you were cheating behind his back.

He asked the sender when the picture was taken. And gotcha! The sender said that it was taken right now.

Then, Taehyun received his favorite cocktail from the bartender.

"A lady asked me to give this to you. She gives this, because you look attractive. Also, she was asking if she can get your number," the bartender said.

"May I know who the woman is?"

"She is right there," the bartender pointed at you who who winked at him, again.

He smirked, "Well, do you have a paper and a pen?"

After the bartender gave him the paper and pen, he wrote something and gave it to the bartender.

As when the bartender approached you, you received a paper. It was from Taehyun. Seriously? He really going to give you his number when you already knew it?

But then, your lips stretched outside as making a beautiful smile when you read what's inside the paper.

"I love you," it said.

"I love you too."

Hueningkai

'where are you?'

Hueningkai is staring at his messages which he sent to you hours ago.

But still, you didn't answer his phone.

He sighed before he decided to put his phone inside his pocket and continued his work.

But still, Hueningkai was thinking of you, since you didn't answer his call last night and didn't reply to his messages at all.

It kind of made him worried.

He knew you weren't like this before. You're not usually like this. Something must be going on.

Poor this man, he was trying to focus on his work, but you were invading his mind.

After his work was done, he was determined to visit you today.

Before he went to your house, he noticed that someone sent him a message.

He smiled immediately, thinking that message might be from you.

But nope, to his disappointment, it was from his ex.

He actually got sick of his ex. But for his close friends' sake—since his ex is the sister of his close friend, he didn't delete it and hoped that she would change for good.

But seemed only like a wish as his ex was still obsessed over him.

His ex sent him a picture of you kissing a guy in a bar. She said the picture was taken last night.

He frowned.

You actually didn't like going to bars as you hate going out too much. And he clearly remember about how much you despised that place after your sister almost getting raped there.

He ignored the message and drove to your house.

As he arrived at your house, something was off. He saw your brother was out of your house and brought a bag.

"Hyung! Glad you came here! I was going to call you!" He said.

"What's going on?" Hueningkai asked as his frown was clearly visible on his forehead.

"Noona was sick since last night and fainted. Glad that I came here. Before anything worse happened to her."

Hueningkai was worried about your situation. So he took your brother to get inside his car and drove towards the hospital.

Your brother explained to him that he was still in another city when you called your brother to ask him to bring you to the doctor because you were feeling unwell. You didn't want to ask Hueningkai because he has a huge and important project that made him stay in the office. And when your brother came, you were already fainted. Turns out you were having dengue fever.

"You don't have to worry anymore, hyung. She's fine now. The doctor said she just has to eat well, take the proper medication, and rest."

When Hueningkai arrived with your brother, they clearly saw you watching your favorite tv series while eating potato chips.

"Noona."

"Jungwon, what took you—Hueningkai?" You frowned at him, "Didn't you have to finish your project? You know that's actually important for you—"

"Jungwon, can you leave us for a while?" He asked as Jungwon nodded and left you and Hueningkai alone.

"Well, screw that. You're more important. How come you're not telling me about your condition?"

"Uh … I left my phone at home," you awkwardly smiled at him.

Hueningkai sighed as he walked towards you, "You made me worried over you for the whole day, you know? I was so upset when you're sick, and I failed to take care of you."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"No, it wasn't your fault for being sick, don't be sorry about this," he kissed your neck affectionately and sniffed into it, it felt warm because of your fever. But still, he liked your smell.

"I love you," you kissed his nose with your chapped lips.

"You forgot to kiss me here," he whined as he pointed to his lips.

"I'm sick, I don't—"

"Fine, I'll do it instead," he said, not giving you a chance to say no as his lips already met yours.

***

El : long time no update, I'm still stuck at mafia Beomgyu and I wasn't on the condition before, yeah. I hope you guys are doing okay and taking care of yourself. I love you<3

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simply-not-an-egg · 4 months

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A List Of Messages From Ex-Family That Fill Me With Rage - Part Three (BD Edition)

*I went NC with these people in October 2023 after years of suffering. I've wanted to post about them in the past but never did being concerned for them potentially stumbling upon this. I have far too much rage in me to give a shit now.

**Messages are from my biological father (BD for short), and half-sibling on his side (HS for short).

***As some context, I had been trying to rebuild a relationship between us all after moving out to live full-time with Mum at 16 (a true angel on earth). It was amiable after 3 years, and then I was stabbed in the back. This was the downfall.

****I see a therapist on a regular basis, but in saying that I do also suffer (medicated) anxiety and depression, and I am also diagnosed Autistic and suspected ADHD.

*****Obvious TW for psychological/emotional abuse. Anything in bold is a comment from me.

"HS was rather distressed at the content of some of your messages" Ironic considering she started the conversation with the same sorta shit but I BET she didn't tell you what she had to say about you, huh? Guarantee there was no mention of her telling me about how you called her a "rude and ungrateful pric" in the middle of store and pointed at her. Guarantee there was no mention of her telling me about her mother calling her a "fucking idiot" because of her own ADHD. No, those things just so happened to be left out of the conversation huh? Because, of course, *I'm* the bad guy.

"This has also upset her because she genuinely wants a relationship with you" Cool. I wanted one with her too. But she hurt me, as are you know, in a torrential way. So, not my problem - she shouldn't have been a bitch in the first place.

"... the way you were treated here, for the most part, was perfectly okay" The self-harm scars and persistent suicidal ideation, along with the attachment issues and untrust of others say otherwise but okay babe.

"You were raised here in the same environment as __, __, and __ and none of them have any of the same issues" None of them had a disability. And it wasn't the same. There was favouritism whether you want to admit it or not. Ntm, two of the mentioned lived majority at their dad's place so they didn't have to deal with their mother like I did.

"The first six months of your life was a stressful and busy time" Idk why they were so caught up about this in particular, but I agree to this sentiment, yes, they were.

"I could not just take time off" The issue wasn't that you were working. The issue was what you did when you came home. The 1 time Mum left you alone with me to do some grocery shopping, she was home within 20 minutes because you couldn't handle the fact that the helpless, colicy, newborn baby was crying. You prefered playing your playstation instead of taking care of me. You left Mum to do everything for me. You went so far as to sleep on the fucking couch because god forbid you have to listen to your own baby crying in the night because they're hungry or need changing or just need a cuddle.

"I had a photo of you on my work station" Hooray! You did the bare fucking minimum!

"I'd visit you every night after work" You didn't. There were witnesses, and not just my mother who worked tirelessly to keep my helpless newborn baby ass alive. On occasion you visited WITH her, but you never went on your own volition. It was always Mum and my grandmother (who FLEW FROM FUCKING BRISBANE TO CANBERRA) that were caring for me. And sadly, it always has been.

"I had to work full time whilst your mother stayed home" Plenty of father's create wonderful relationships with their children even working full time. As do mothers. This is not an excuse for your behaviour. And again, you loved your alone time and playstation more than me once it came to being home (once again, this is all documented whether in writing, in photos, or filmed).

"No different to when __ was born" It was though. You actually slept in the same room as her. You actually got of your ass and helped with her when needed. You actually willingly spent time with her after work and built a relationship with her. You didn't treat her as nothing more than a trophy to show that your bloodline lives on to some degree.

"You were a pretty happy kid until high school" I wasn't. And oddly enough everyone else around me seemed to see that except for you. Maybe if you'd been more attentive you would've understood that, no, Emma was not, and never was happy around you. Her silence was due to her being afraid, not content.

"I wasn't in a position to push" You were a parent as well. You had every right to push for an earlier diagnosis.

"... I never bought you new clothes. It was becasue you never asked" A child shouldn't have to ask for the bare fucking minimum. But why am I surprised? You refused to pay child support all these years and consistently forced Mum to pay half my fees when you could most definitely afford them on your 6-figure pay compared to her minimum wage job where she would be LUCKY to scrape in $50k a year. Fuck, even the last birthday present you bought me wasn't even all you (it was a diving with sharks experience that cost $250. I scrape in $10k a year, if that, and *I* can afford that. You make $180k+ per year. Make it make sense).

"You still didn't communicate your needs to me much" Ever stop to consider that I did but at some point stopped trying because I realised it wasn't doing jack shit?

"You voluntarily and happly came with us on holidays" Ever stop to consider that I was too scared to say no?

"At times frustrations would boil over ... this is pretty normal for any household dealing with the pressure of every day life" I agree, but what isn't normal is bullying your own children, belittling their existence, and giving them lifelong trauma because your happiness was more important than theirs.

"It's a male trait to want to fix problems" It's an autistic trait too. Yet somehow I always had enough empathy to understand that people just need to be comforted and not every tear-fest has to have an "answer". Sometimes people just cry. Sorry that isn't a good enough reason for your emotionally immature brain to understand.

"Sometimes girls just get emotional and cry" So do boys. It's not exclusively a female thing. But god forbid, again, that someone cries without reason. It isn't very "tough" of them to do such a thing.

"You won't be <perfect> as a parent either" No, I won't be. But at least I'll know how not to traumatise my children which, as a child of abuse yourself, you'd think you would have learnt as well. Apple doesn't fall far from the tree though, so it seems.

"I do think you have created a world in your mind where you believe the way you were treated here was far worse than what it really is" "For me, it was the worst day of my life. For you, it was just another Tuesday."

"Don't misunderstand that as an invalidation of your feelings" Riddle me this - WHAT THE FUCK ELSE IS IT SUPPOSED TO BE THEN??

"I wish you a quick recovery from your current state" This is just fucking funny lol.

"It may explain why you can't see that my intentions were always good, even though they were" Ah yes, blame me being disabled for not being able to see your apparent nobility throughout the years. Even though it's clear as fucking day to everyone else around me that your intentions were definitely not always good, and even if such a thing was the case, just because it's what you intended, doesn't mean that's what happened.

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alexisloghman · 2 years

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Love in a cornfield

It was a chill summer evening. The sun was already setting and everything was embraced by a golden shimmer. The corns waved in the soft wind. You could hear a few birds nearby. The road, that had been built 20 meters away from the cornfield, was silent. If one didn't know better you could assume that this cornfield was in the middle of nowhere, far away from any civilization, although it was actually still a part of my hometown.

My hometown, Shearville, wasn't small. It was considered a city, even had its own university - but living here was peacefully. You wouldn't see TOO many people out on the streets. Sure, there was always someone walking around, going grocery shopping or being on their way to their next class - but this was never comparable to how it must feel like to live in a BIG city. I loved that about Shearville. I could just be on my own here. I didn't have to talk to anyone if I didn't want to. I could avoid people if I felt like it and at the same time I could always find someone for some small talk. And sometimes I did like making new friends a lot.

But right now I didn't feel like meeting someone new for a quick chat. Right now all I cared about was this perfect, peaceful summer evening and the beautiful girl sitting next to me, enjoying it with me.

"I love being here", she whispered softly, her eyes focused on the sunset. A smile crept its way onto my face and I yet again studied her features. Her eyes were blue. It was a warm color and quite light. In the middle you could make out some grey parts. I thought them to be very beautiful. Even more did I love the look she held in her eyes when she looked at me, though. It held something indescribable, something that I made out to be deep feelings, maybe a hint of admiration - although I wouldn't say there was really anything about me to admire, nor would I want her to admire me for anything. But whatever it actually was and no matter what it really meant, I fell in love not just with her, but also her eyes, over and over again, every time I saw them look at me. "Thank you for showing me this place", I whispered back. Her soft lips gave a smile and her hand found mine.

Her skin was soft. It felt good under my fingertips. The grip her hand had on mine was soft and firm at the same time. It made me feel secure. Her presence made me feel secure. She was able to calm me down like no one else. If I usually would be upset or nervous about something, just her mere presence could wash away all of my fear. I wouldn't mind my problems as long as she was in my arms.

I felt her thumb stroke my hand. She was talented at this. Rubbing my back, hugging me... I loved her touch. Her hands on my skin... her skin on mine...

A blush formed on my cheeks as I thought about how much I loved her touch on me. One kiss, a touch or even just some words whispered in my ear and I could go from firm to putty in her hands. A simple snip of her fingers and she got me hooked. In a very good way.

I assume she could sense my thoughts because her lips started to smirk at me. Her eyes sparkled and her hand made it's way up my arm to my waist.

"I like being with you a lot", I whispered softly and quietly. The smirk transformed into a soft smile. A smile that made a vocalization of her answer unnecessary. Her smile itself told me enough - she liked my presence at least as much as I liked hers. I felt my heart swell up. It beat faster as I pulled her into my arms and laid us down onto our blanket.

We had come out here to relax a little, drink some ice tea and watch the sunset. She loved sunsets and I must admit the ones we could watch from up here, on this hill, the cornfield was on, were especially beautiful. She had a good taste at that. Smart as my girlfriend was, she had brought a blanket, so we could sit down while we would wait for the sun to set.

Her arms wrapped around my waist and hugged me tightly. With her head on my chest and her body cuddled into mine, I felt like I was in heaven. Never had I though to find such peace in another person's arms. Never had I thought there was someone out there who fitted so perfectly to me. We completed each other. Her ups made up for my downs, as did mine for hers.

She snuggled closer to me, her fingers sneaked its way under my shirt and softly stroked my stomach. My heart felt like it was about to explode by all the feelings I felt. I would even find it hard to breath - not necessarily in a bad way though.

I kissed her head and whispered into her ear: "I'm so much more than just in love with you." Her grip on my torso strengthened. I recognized this move to be a sign of happiness. She often pulled me deeper into her embrace when she felt very happy. "You're 'very in love' with me?", she chuckled smiling. My smile widened at her half-serious joke. "More than that", I answered and kissed her ear. After a deep breath I finally whispered: "I love you."

It was the first time either one of us had said these words and I could tell hearing them made her very very happy. Her soft hands gripped the back of my neck firmly and pulled my lips into hers - a move that always killed me, if i may say so. Her kiss was soft, yet strong. Longing and saying more than a thousand words. Getting this response was so much more than I would've dared to wish for. She pulled me close and kissed me with all the feelings her heart held for me. The feelings I could see and loved so much to see in her eyes. And feeling them felt even greater. My mind went blank. All I could think about was her, all I felt was her. Her body softly rocking against mine - what she probably didn't even notice -, the smile on her lips, her tongue playing with mine and her hands in my hair. The kiss felt like a try to get as close to me as possible and I welcomed that. Even without any air left between us, I still wanted her closer.

She pulled away from my lips to smile at me. I couldn't remember if I ever saw a smile as bright as this one on her face before. Her eyes sparkled as bright as never before. Seeing this expression on her face widened the smile on mine. My heart beat wildly. It had raised to such a huge size, I expected it to jump out of my chest at any second. The squirrels in my stomach were running wild. I felt pure bliss. Being in her arms made me feel content.

"Can you say it again?", she whispered smiling brightly. I smiled even more at that. By now my cheeks and jaw were hurting. And so I earned yet again another one of these emotional, perfect kisses, that made me love her even more and that I decided I could never ever get enough of:

"I love you."

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Visible Mark - Part 3

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: Being Bucky and Steve’s best girl feels too good to be true. Word Count: Over 4.9k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal fingering, groping, dirty talk, tension, feels, possessive behavior, slight angst, minor harassment, tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (they’re warnings, okay?) A/N: Welcome to the next part of my tattoo AU! This is follow up to Visible Mark Part 2 and the end of Phase 2! Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Thank you, lovely! Banner created by yours truly, but Bucky and Steve photos were provided by the talented @nix-akimbo ! This AU wouldn’t exist without them. And divider by the beautiful @firefly-graphics !

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You glanced at your phone as you pushed your cart down the aisle, checking an item off your shopping list. You somehow managed to sneak out early to get groceries. It wasn’t easy considering that your boyfriends traded off cuddles. Seriously, how did they manage to keep you in an octopus hold through the night? And how were they always so warm?

Smiling to yourself, you stopped to grab a couple of bags of chips. You made sure to get their favorite flavors. They were always thinking of you and you wanted to do the same for them. You knew the inevitable phone call with Peggy was coming, but you wanted to go about your day like normal and not let your imagination run wild. Before you could push your cart forward, you heard someone whistle behind you.

“Well, well. Fancy seeing you here.”

You turned around, a tight smile on your face as you saw Grant Ward and Billy Russo. They didn’t bother to hide that they checked you out, which made your skin crawl. The two of them always gave you bad vibes when you managed to see them. “Yeah. Fancy seeing someone at a grocery store,” you said, turning back to walk away.

“What’s the rush?” Billy asked as they followed.

“I don’t like to mingle in the aisles,” you replied.

“Surprised you’re out by yourself. Don’t you have Bucky and Steve attached at your hips now?” Grant chimed in.

Sighing, you stopped when Billy quickly walked around to the front of your cart. “Contrary to popular belief, they do let me out on my own,” you said sarcastically.

“Shit. So you really are fucking both of them?” Billy questioned, a dark smirk forming on his face as he leaned on the cart. You stiffened when you felt Grant right behind you, keeping your mouth shut tight.

“Always thought you were sort of innocent. Never pegged you as a slut," he whispered in your ear.

You inhaled sharply, the word making you feel cheap and dirty. Was that how people in town saw you? A little slut who wasn’t satisfied with one man? No. The people who cared, who mattered, supported you.

“If that’s what you’re into, we can show you a good time,” Billy leered, licking his lips.

You lifted your chin, refusing to let them demean you. "I'm not a slut. I’m their slut. Now get the hell out of my way.”

“I don’t think that’s what you really want,” Grant chuckled, brushing his fingers along your neck.

You were two seconds away from throwing your elbow back when you heard someone storm down the aisle. You felt Grant pull away and you wanted to burn the spot where he touched you. Billy instantly let go of the cart as well, his hands up as he backed away. You saw Thor come into view, meeting your gaze. The enormous blonde looked furious to see the other men so close to you. His brother, Loki, was close behind and looked bored as he took in the scene.

“Thor. Buddy. We don’t want any trouble,” Grant tried to placate.

“What is the meaning of this?” Thor asked, clapping a hand on his shoulder to push him further away from you.

“'What is the meaning of this?' What century are you in?” Billy mocked before the blonde swung his thunderous stare his way. “Lighten up. We were just talking.”

“Somehow I doubt you two are good conversationalists,” Loki said, looking at his brother. “But is this any of our business?”

“It is and it doesn’t look like she wants to talk to them,” Thor snapped, his gaze considerably softer as he looked at you. “Do you wish to speak to them?”

“They called me a slut. So… no, I don’t,” you answered confidently, mentally smirking when you saw Grant’s smile fall.

Loki looked more interested in the conversation now. “Did they? You two insulted the lady because…”

“She’s fucking Bucky and Steve. Is she fucking you, too? If she spreads her legs for those pricks, we figured-”

You gasped when Thor stepped forward and grabbed Grant by his collar. Did everyone forget they were in a grocery store? You didn’t want to be the cause of a fight.

“As entertaining as that would be, I wouldn’t,” Loki warned Billy when he moved to intervene.

“The next and only word out of your mouth will be an apology,” Thor ordered.

“Sorry,” Grant said through his teeth after a moment.

You nodded, not wanting to drag it out or make a big deal out of it.

“I better not see you bothering her again,” Thor said, letting Grant go. “Finish your shopping later. Consider yourself lucky that Barnes and Rogers weren’t here.”

“This isn’t over,” Grant whispered as he walked past you. Billy winked as he joined him, leaving you alone in the aisle with Thor and Loki. It took a moment to realize you were shaking. Was it anger? Disgust?

“Are you alright?” Thor gently asked.

You nodded quickly. “I’m fine. That was just… unexpected,” you said as evenly as possible, though you weren’t sure how you felt. Grant and Billy hardly ever talked to you, but their intentions were pretty clear.

“We can wait and walk you out,” Thor offered, ignoring Loki as he rolled his eyes.

Your chest tightened as you nodded again. “I’d appreciate that. I’m actually grabbing a few things to make for your party.”

“I’m glad you’ll be there and I’m sure whatever you make will be delicious,” he smiled.

You took your time walking through the rest of the store, much to Loki’s annoyance, as you listened to Thor tell a story about a recent tattoo he designed. He was so proud and animated as he spoke to you, like he was happy to have you as his audience. You found yourself much more relaxed by the time you went to pay. He even bagged the groceries for you as Loki checked the time. Similar to your boyfriends, the large blonde was a gentleman.

"Thanks again," you said as they walked you out.

"There is no need to thank us. Had it been my little one in there, Barnes and Rogers would have stepped in," Thor said, easily carrying your bags. "And I hope you do not take what they said to heart."

"I didn't," you tried to dismiss, glancing at Loki as he raised an eyebrow at you. He no longer looked annoyed as he studied you.

"I do question your taste since you threw in your lot with Barnes and Rogers," Loki said softly. "But doing so did not give Ward and Russo the right to treat you as if you were beneath them. Because you are not."

The truth was, you weren't ashamed of your relationship, but it hurt that others thought they could reduce you to something less than what you were. "That means a lot, Loki."

"Do not tell anyone I said that. I do have a reputation to uphold."

"You have a reputation?" Thor deadpanned.

You burst out laughing at Loki's expression. The pool party was going to be a blast.

"I'm gonna kill them," Bucky swore as he unloaded one of the bags.

"No, I'm gonna kill them," Steve corrected him, shutting the cupboard harder than normal.

"There's two of them. We can both kill them."

"Nat can help us hide the bodies."

"Sam can give us an alibi."

You sighed as you shut the fridge and turned to face them. Both of them were fuming, which was kind of adorable. You should have known Thor would let them know what happened before you go back. "You are not killing them. Though I wouldn't object to you holding them down and tattooing 'PRICK' across their foreheads."

The boys exchanged a look as your eyes went wide. "We could do that…" Bucky said seriously.

"I was kidding!" you said, wishing you kept your mouth shut because you wouldn't put it past them to actually try that.

"They can't just get away with calling you that," Steve said, running a hand through his hair. The agitated look on his face faded a bit when you went over and gave him a peck on the lips. "I'm serious, sweetheart. We won’t tolerate that."

"I get why you’re both angry. It upset me, too,” you told him as you took his hand. “But I’m not going to let you two start a fight over it.”

“But the fact that it upsets you is reason enough. If they say or try anything else…” Bucky stopped as you looked over your shoulder. You stood still for a moment when he clenched his metal hand before you moved, gently taking it in yours. Holding both of their hands seemed to anchor them almost as much as it did for you.

“If they do… you have my permission to do anything that doesn’t get you sent to jail,” you conceded.

“Really?” Steve asked with a smirk. “Sweetheart, do you have a mean streak?”

“Only against people who hurt the ones I love,” you answered, letting them go to unpack the rest of the last bag. You knew Grant’s words hurt them as much as they hurt you, but you hoped they didn’t read into what you just said. You didn’t even want to read into that. It was still too soon.

“Doll?” Bucky asked, reaching for your hand again when you finished.

“When are we calling Peggy? Now? I think we should call her now,” you said rapidly.

“Now?” Steve questioned.

“Yeah. Now is good,” you nodded, sidestepping them to leave the kitchen. You sighed as you walked to the living room. All the preaching about communication and you were closing yourself off for no reason, other than misplaced fear. Because what if something happened on this call? What if everything changed?

“Hey,” Bucky said from behind you before you could sit, turning you to face him. You lifted your gaze to meet his, seeing a bit of fear behind his eyes as well. “You have me. You know that, right?”

Your throat went dry as you nodded. Bucky didn’t let just anyone in, but he trusted and cared for you enough to open up. That meant everything. “And you have me, too.”

He tipped your chin as he brushed his lips against yours. The infinite gentleness as he wrapped his other arm around you made your heart race faster. It was a nice distraction, even if it was temporary.

“You sure you want to call now?” Steve asked again, his phone in hand as Bucky broke the kiss.

“Trying to avoid it?” Bucky responded, taking a seat and pulling you into his lap.

“I’m not. I want to know what's going on,” Steve promised as he sat down, twisting and turning the device between his fingers. “I don’t know what to expect, but I’m just glad you’re both here.”

“Wouldn’t be anywhere else, punk,” Bucky swore.

It was an honor to witness the bond between them, especially in moments like this. Steve was vulnerable, even if he did his best not to let it show. And Bucky would never leave him alone like that. You wouldn’t either.

“Whatever she has to say…” Steve swallowed as he looked at you. You wanted to wrap your arms around him and assure him that you had him. And that he had you, too.

“We’ll figure it out together,” you smiled softly, hoping it would ease him. Because it was the truth. No matter what was said, even if everything did change, you didn’t want to give up on either of them.

Steve exhaled as he touched the screen, making sure to put the call on speaker as it began to ring. The sound taunted you and you felt Bucky tense a bit at the second ring until you ran a hand through his hair. All three of you were on edge as it kept ringing. After all of that, would she not answer?

“Hello?”

You nearly gasped when you heard Peggy speak and it took everything in you not to answer.

“Hi, Peggy,” Steve said after a beat.

You weren’t sure if he meant for it to be there, but you heard affection in his tone. Or maybe he was just being polite. You couldn’t hold that against him. Once upon a time, he was going to marry her.

“Hello, Steve. It’s… good to hear from you,” Peggy said and there was no mistaking the affection from her. It made you lean in closer to Bucky, but you gave Steve a small smile.

“You kept calling. I owed it to you to call you back,” he pointed out, glancing at you as Bucky pulled you even closer. “But it isn’t just me here. Bucky’s here.”

“Peggy,” Bucky said as cordially as he could.

“James,” Peggy replied, some of the warmth gone. There was no lost love between them, clearly. “I don’t understand why-”

“-And our girlfriend.”

You thought the call dropped when a few seconds went by. Hearing Steve call you their girlfriend felt good. And the fact that he was upfront and unashamed, it felt even better.

“I apologize. Did you say our girlfriend?” she questioned and you wondered if she was judging her ex.

“I did,” Steve said with pride. Why did that send a rush of unexpected heat through you? “Bucky and I are both seeing her.”

You quietly introduced yourself, even though she didn’t ask for your name.

“Hello," Peggy said politely enough, but you wished you could have seen her face to get a true read on her. Was she surprised? Hurt? "I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting to speak to anyone else. I… also wasn't expecting to hear that."

"I understand it may be a surprise, but whatever you have to say to me can be said to them. It isn’t to put you on the spot. I just don’t want any secrets between us.”

Peggy cleared her throat. “Why exactly did you think I called?”

“I don’t know,” Steve said quietly. “Can you tell me, please?”

“It’s Sharon, Steve. She’s sick.”

"Sharon?" you whispered.

“That’s her cousin,” Bucky whispered back.

“She’s sick?” Steve repeated, sitting up straight. Worry filled his eyes and you didn’t blame him.

“Yes. It’s a long story, but she’s going to Metro-General for treatment. I’ll be moving just outside of town to help until she gets back on her feet.”

For the first time since the conversation began, there was a waver in Peggy’s voice. It sounded like she was on the verge of tears. It made you shift a bit in Bucky’s lap. It felt like you were suddenly intruding, even though Steve made it clear he wanted you to be there.

Steve ran a hand over his face. “I’m sorry, Peggy. I had no idea.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. She's strong. Always has been. I simply didn’t want you to be surprised if you saw me in town soon since I’ll be there in less than a week.”

“If there’s… anything you need, will you let us know?” Steve offered. You weren’t sure if it was out of kindness or sympathy.

“Of course, but I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“It isn’t an imposition,” Bucky chimed in, placing a soft kiss on your temple.

“Thank you, James,” Peggy said. “And thank you, Steve.”

You leaned your head on Bucky’s shoulder, not paying attention as the conversation continued. Peggy’s cousin was sick. Peggy would be in town. You knew how vulnerable people could be when a loved one was ill.

“...Thank you again, Steve. I’m thankful that you returned my call.”

"I’ll help however we can. As a friend,” Steve emphasized, which made you lift your head. The loving smile he gave you filled you with guilt. He was trying to assure you because that was the kind of man he was.

“Of course. As a friend, yes. I… I should go for now. Goodbye, Steve.”

“Bye, Peggy.”

You slowly exhaled as you looked between Steve and Bucky. Both of them looked concerned, but also relieved. Had they feared the worst, too?

“Steve, are you okay?” you asked, leaning over and placing your hand over his.

“I think so,” he said, turning his hand over to hold yours properly. “I feel terrible for Sharon. She’s a good person.”

“She is. I hope she pulls through,” Bucky agreed. “You gonna be okay seeing Peggy around?”

“I’ll be fine. I have you two,” Steve answered, gazing at you. “Are you okay?"

"I am," you swore, that guilt creeping in again. He should have been concerned with himself, not you. "I think we all feel better knowing what's going on. And it meant a lot that you told her who I was."

"Because I have nothing to hide," Steve swore. You believed him.

"Are you worried about seeing her?" Bucky asked, kissing your temple again.

"I have nothing to worry about," you assured them.

"Thank you again for being here," Steve whispered.

You squeezed his hand as you leaned over, your kiss soft and deep as your lips touched. “Like Bucky said… we wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

“Damn it, Clint!” Mandy shrieked when he did a cannonball into the pool, splashing her and Natasha in the process.

Clint shook his hair out as he surfaced. “Did I hear you scream, Mandy? Nat, is that how she sounds when you’re between her-”

“-I will end you, Barton,” the redhead threatened, grabbing a towel to dry herself and Mandy off.

You laughed as you sat on the edge of the pool, swirling your feet around in the water. Since the call, things felt lighter. Steve was more relaxed, even as he worried for Sharon. Bucky had an extra bounce in his step, knowing that things were secure and right. And the weather was perfect for the party.

“Thor, are you sure I can’t give you a hand?” you asked as he stood at the grill.

Thor took a swig of his beer, pointing at you with the bottle. “You brought a small feast. What kind of host would I be if I made you cook more?”

You smiled sheepishly. The boys teased you for going overboard with the side dishes, but you wanted to do something nice after Thor stepped in to help you at the store. “Are you sure?”

“You just soak up some sun,” Sam winked, going to help Thor. “Besides, your soldiers don’t want you to lift a finger.”

“My soldiers?” you repeated, leaning back on your hands.

“Yeah, your soldiers. And you’re their captain. You tell them to jump and they’re already in the air,” Sam chuckled.

“How high am I jumping?” Bucky teased, carrying a plate of hot dogs and burgers over. Steve was right behind him with drinks in hand.

Dignity be damned, you almost fell into the pool when you got the full view of them. Both were in their swim trunks, their muscles and tattoos on full display under the sun. How did they manage to keep taking your breath away? Would there be any oxygen left in your lungs?

“So… everything is okay,” Natasha stated as she took a seat beside you.

“What?” you asked, your gaze still on your boyfriends as they stood at the grill.

“Everything is okay,” she stated again, nudging you. “I know you talked to Peggy. And if it hadn’t gone well, I wouldn’t have expected you here.”

“Yeah. It’s okay,” you smiled as you pulled your gaze away. “I don’t know why I was so nervous. Actually, I know why, but it’s not like I had a right to feel that way.”

Nat shook her head a little. “Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Brush off your feelings like that?” she asked, nudging you again. “The two of them may share a brain cell, but you? You keep acting as if you’re not allowed to feel the way you do. Why?”

You swirled your feet again as you tried to piece together how you wanted to respond. “Because they keep showing me that I mean something to them and… I don’t want them to doubt that I’m the right girl for them.”

“You’ve really fallen for them, haven’t you?” Nat smiled to herself.

You glanced over at them again as they laughed at something that Sam said. Their smiles brought a smile to your own face. You could spend every day listening to those happy sounds and never grow tired of them. "I fell before they were mine."

“They make you happy, so let yourself have it.”

“I thought you and Mandy were going to stop assuring me,” you teased. “And speaking of… thank you for making her happy. She deserves it.”

Both of you turned your heads in time to see Mandy dunk Clint’s head under the water. “Yeah, she does,” Nat smirked, jumping in. “I should save his ass.”

You laughed as she swam over to help. She was right. Your feelings were valid and you deserved to be happy. And you had every right to have some fun, too.

Smirking to yourself, you stood up and waited until you knew Bucky and Steve looked your way. You slowly arched your back, stretching and closing your eyes as the sun rays hit you. After a moment, you opened your eyes and swayed your hips as you walked to the deeper end of the pool.

“Rogers! Watch it. You’ll burn it!” Loki snapped, making you smirk more.

You knew your boyfriends had their eyes on you and only you as you stopped and stretched again. You pushed your chest out, enticing them, but you didn’t look their way.

“Barnes, move!” Loki snapped louder. “Thor, get them away from the grill!”

You finally looked over, seeing a bit of smoke rise from the grill. It gave your men a dangerous look as they stared at you. You blew them a kiss before you jumped in. The water felt good as it washed over you, making you smile as you surfaced. Two splashes nearby had your heart racing as your boyfriends rose from the water seconds later. Watching the droplets drip down their skin, you suddenly felt like prey instead of the siren.

“What are you doing, doll?” Bucky asked as he swam close to you.

“Swimming,” you said sweetly, moving just out of his grip.

“You’re teasing us,” Steve corrected, nearly closing the distance in one stride.

“I’m doing no such thing,” you smiled before Bucky moved behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Yes, you are,” he whispered, gently biting down on your earlobe. “You’re driving us crazy. You didn’t let us have you this morning.”

“I was busy cooking,” you reminded him as Steve moved in front of you.

“You’re not cooking now,” Steve pointed out, giving you a soft kiss. “You’re teasing us in that sexy two-piece. And you think you’re safe because our friends are here.”

“But here’s the thing,” Bucky whispered as Steve’s hand slid between your legs. “Our friends don’t care where we get you off… or when.”

Your eyes widened when your bikini bottoms were moved aside. Yeah, you were definitely the prey. And feeling those fingers slide along your folds, it wasn’t the pool making you wet. “Are you really…”

“Unless you don’t want us to. We never want you to be uncomfortable, sweetheart,” Steve swore. True to his word, his fingers went still. Bucky didn’t move a muscle either, simply keeping you warm between their bodies.

Your best friend was feet away, splashing around with her girlfriend. The others were lost in their own conversations. Hell, they knew you had the vibrating butterfly in the night of the poker game. Would this really be a stretch? “Please, don’t stop.”

“That’s our girl,” Steve murmured, gently sliding a finger into your wet channel. “You didn’t let me properly thank you for being there with us.”

“You don’t… fuck, need to thank me,” you protested as Bucky’s mouth moved to your neck. Your lips tingled, aching to feel Steve kiss you again.

“Yes, I do. We both do,” Steve said, pushing his finger deep.

“We’re demanding and you put up with us,” Bucky whispered, sliding a hand under your bikini top. Your lips parted in a gasp as he gently pinched and toyed with your nipple. It always felt so good with his metal hand.

Steve brushed his nose against yours as you gasped again. “We’re selfish for wanting you so much, but you make us insatiable. Fuck, you’re soaked. Have we been neglecting you?”

You could only moan as he added another finger. Was it the thought of being outside that excited you? Or knowing that everyone would see what they already knew? That you belonged to them? Maybe that was what excited you the most… simply being their girl.

“No,” you whimpered as you squirmed, rocking your ass back against Bucky with desperation. How did they reduce you to a mess so quickly?

Bucky licked a slow stripe along your pulse up to your ear again. “Should we fuck you here? Let us take turns slipping our cocks in and out of you?”

Steve kissed you deeply when you moaned, curling his fingers when his other hand went to your hip. With expert ease, he gently lifted and lowered you back down. Fuck, he was making you fuck yourself on his fingers. “Would you let us, sweetheart?” he breathed into your mouth. “I wonder how many times we’d make you come before anyone noticed.”

Your legs shook, your spirit trying to leave your body as you climbed higher. You’d let them fuck you all over Thor’s pool, deck, house, wherever they wanted. “I’ll let you wreck every hole.”

Bucky sputtered as he gripped your breast, Steve’s fingers stilling again as his eyes went wide. It felt good that you could surprise them. “Every hole, doll?”

“Every hole,” you moaned as Steve’s fingers moved along your walls again. “The question is… which one of you gets my tight ass first?”

“Jesus FUCK,” Bucky growled, a bit of water splashing around you as he rocked his hardness against your ass. “You can’t just say shit like that. We need a warning."

“Why not?” you whined when Steve brushed his thumb along your clit. You knew their cocks had to be aching for you and that rush of power was heady. “Don’t you want to fill me up?”

Steve’s forehead met yours as his fingers moved relentlessly. The hard and deep thrusts almost matched how his cock felt. “Until we’re dripping out of you, sweetheart.”

“You'll have to plug me,” you moaned, biting your lip. It was nearly impossible to hold back your sounds. You reveled in their touches, swearing that steam rose from the water from the fire that burned inside you. Your body wound tighter and tighter, gripping Steve’s arms as he nailed your g-spot.

“Tonight,” Bucky groaned with want. “Please. I need to feel that tight hole around every inch of me.”

“She didn’t say you’d get it first,” Steve growled.

“I… get to decide,” you managed to say as your head fell back. The pleasure built with such force as they practically bickered over who would ruin you first. You felt like you were in danger of exploding as you clenched around Steve’s fingers. “I’m… Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“Do it, doll. Soak his fingers like our good girl. You’ve more than earned it,” Bucky encouraged, pinching your nipple again.

You cried in ecstasy as you let it wash over you, giving yourself up to the pure feeling of being theirs. Your cunt clenched almost painfully as your wetness coated the thick fingers inside you. You couldn’t even writhe in their grasp, their arms effectively keeping you trapped and making you feel it all. It wasn’t just the coil breaking. It was set on fire, every nerve ending heated from the pleasure in your veins.

“Almost came just from that sound,” Steve admitted as he slipped his fingers free.

You smiled as Bucky fixed your top, still feeling how hard he was as he held you. “Almost? I’m gonna be hard until I get to fuck you.”

You laughed breathlessly until you realized how quiet it was. “Um…” you trailed off as you peaked over Steve’s shoulder. Mandy, Natasha, and Clint were no longer in the pool. Sam was missing, too. Only Thor and Loki were still outside.

“If you’re quite finished, how do you want your burgers?” Loki asked.

Blood rushed to your cheeks before you smiled. “I think I have enough meat right here.”

Thor threw his head back as he laughed. “Rogers, Barnes. If you let her go, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Bucky promised, kissing your shoulder.

“Not letting go, Thor. Find your own best girl,” Steve added.

“I’m not letting go either,” you smiled, making no effort to move out of the water or their arms. You had nowhere else to be, except where they were. And the fear of falling in love with them? It faded more and more with each passing second because the future was bright. You deserved it.

Peggy smiled as she reached over, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind Briana’s ear. She was so beautiful. “I know the move won’t be easy, but I’ll be right there. And I can’t wait for Steve to meet you. He’ll adore you.”

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There's never any peace

Pairing: Leigh Shaw x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: fluff, a lovely established relationship

The Request: I saw you're still taking holiday requests!! what do you think about doing one where Leigh and R were just going to have a casual Christmas but then they get a last-minute text that EVERYONE is coming over to celebrate Christmas

Authors Note: I feel like I interpreted this request a little differently than was expected but hey that's the fun in stories and writing isn't it!

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Considering you and Leigh had just gotten engaged you both had discussed and decided that just for this Christmas it was just gonna be you and her. To fully relax after the excitement of the engagement and just be in peace with two of you stuffing your faces all day with food, drinking all the alcohol possible and rewatching Christmas movies you both had seen a hundred times since you both were kids under a blanket with the fire on with your dog and cat on either side of you. You both were okay and agreed with this plan…. Your families however the second you both discussed this with them it may as well have been world war 3. Needless to say, you both were quite taken aback that they calmed down and accepted it once you explained the reasoning. It made you both feel very uneasy but you carried on and thought nothing of it.

Here you both were a few days before shopping for groceries for Christmas dinner and dessert just enough for the both of you. As you were picking up so food just about to throw it into the shopping basket you heard from behind you “Y/N/N I love you but we don’t need those this year.” You look down at your hand and place it back and shake your head “force of habit Leigh you know that.” you giggle as you hear her mumble trust me I know.

Once you finally pulled up into the driveway you sighed in relief. “Leigh I am not changing from my pyjamas and lazy clothes for the next few days. I am not leaving this house until this holiday season is finished with.” Leigh smirks as she stares at you she gives you a high five “ohh you don’t have to worry about that same. You are going to be seeing good old natural Leigh, no makeup, messy bun and who doesn’t give a damn about anything.” you smile and lean over the dashboard to kiss her “excellent because I love being around that Leigh, it is my favourite Leigh to be around.” Leigh pats your chest and gets out of the car as she mumbles suck up.

After a while, you both settle down with your takeaway, glasses of wine and cuddled up underneath a blanket intending to spend the next few days in the exact position.

You had woken up far too early for a morning but it was Christmas morning you decided to let Leigh sleep for longer as you chose to let Leigh sleep for as long as she possibly could. As you opened the door to your bedroom slightly your dog and cat both ran to the bed to sleep as close as possible to Leigh. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight as you closed the door quietly.

You lost track of the time of how long you had been prepping the food for later on but the next thing you knew was Leigh was walking into the kitchen her arms wrapping around you as she bit into a piece of chocolate as you heard a muffled Merry Christmas. You smiled and handed her your coffee mug “Merry Christmas.” Leigh groaned at the sight and smell of the coffee as she placed multiple kisses around your face “oh my God. I love you, I love you, I love you. You are the best, you’re so good to me. Mwah!” you grin as you see her skip off to the living room with the pets following right behind her. You waltz in a few minutes after Leigh holding another mug of coffee as you kiss the top of her head. “All the dinner stuff is cooking so it should be done in a while even though it is early. I know we’d prefer to get dinner out of the way and get to eat all the junk food sooner.”

“You know me so well.” Leigh leans up and places a kiss on your lips.

“I’d be worried if I didn’t considering I’m getting married to you.”

“I would offer you alcohol but 1. It is far too earlier and 2. As much as I love drunk Leigh I don’t fancy taking care of drunk Leigh and her forgetting our first Christmas engaged.”

Leigh huffs crosses her arms and pouts like a child “as much as I want to disagree. I agree with your last point I want to remember this Christmas with you, sweetie.”

You grin as you both lean in and place soft kisses on each other's lips, you both chuckle when you feel your dog and cat nuzzle in between the two of you. “They get the jealousy and possessiveness from you Leigh.” Leigh scoffs and rolls her eyes. You both didn’t get each other many gifts because you both thought the engagement was a big enough gift as it was. But she got you some more records for your record player. Whilst you got her a new laptop and some more equipment for her home office, to help her out more with her writing. Which you both were appreciative of.

Both of you were cuddled up on the couch after eating probably far too much than what was necessary but you both couldn’t deny the fact it was so delicious. So here you both were absentmindedly watching the movie that was being shown on the television. As you ran your finger around the rim of your wine glass. Discussing just how much had to be planned for this wedding and especially how Leigh wanted this wedding to go considering her past. As much as she said this was your wedding as well you wanted to make sure she was comfortable with everything going on, hell you even offered to just run off and elope and get married in private and come back and surprise everyone.

Leigh was tipsy and you couldn’t lie so were you, you both had gotten to the stage of sitting at each end of the sofa attempting to throw sweets into each other's mouths. It had started off perfectly it was going in every single time. But as it progressed it would miss completely. It would either hit off another section of your face or be thrown way off target. Which led to you both running to make sure the pets didn’t eat it. Once you both started to settle down again you had gone to the kitchen to get some glasses and bottles of water to sober up considering it was still early in the day. At the instance, you and Leigh started to sober up both of your phones went off at the same time. You both stared at each other as you hesitantly reached to your phone. You both uttered fuck in unison as you turned to each other and said at the same time.

“My family is coming over now.” that instant the doorbell and knocking started you both took a deep breath as you reached the door and open it. You both greeted them with a small Hi as all of your family barged in past the two of you. The scene of both of your families running around the house and kitchen with even more food made you both feel sick to your stomachs but you both stared at each other and grinned. “I mean at least we got a few hours to ourselves and kind of had our own Christmas day.”

Leigh nodded slowly “Let’s be honest we both knew when they agreed with us about having the day to ourselves it was too easy. We knew they were gonna show up and that’s why you subconsciously got up so early so we could still have some of the day to ourselves.” You rub your arm up and down Leigh’s arm and kiss the top of her head, as you and Leigh are just standing there taking each other and everything else in you hear both of your mother’s at the same time exclaim “are you two just gonna stand there or are you gonna help?” You both tense lightly and mutter we’re coming, mom.

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postwarlevi · 2 years

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Self Ship tag game!! Hope you guys wanna do this :) Also I want to do this haha

Your anime self ship person: Levi

Your ship name: Leviza (lmao just came up with that)

What do you call each other: Levi likes my name best, love if he's feeling cuddly, angel when he's reminding me how much I mean to him, brat if I'm annoying him. I use his name out in public, call him sweetheart when by ourselves, captain to mess with him, handsome if he's feeling down on himself.

Who confessed first: Levi did, totally by accident. It started with a simple "I like you" one day when we were hanging out together, and with stuttering and blushing cheeks he tried to revise it when he thought maybe I didn't feel the same. Turned into "I think you're beautiful. What I mean is...!" So I helped him out and told him his blush is the cutest thing I've ever seen, and he stood there stunned going "what's that mean?" **rolls eyes** "I like you too, Cap!" Have to spell it out for him!

Who kissed who: I did. Took a couple weeks. We were literally talking about it and he said he's never really been sure when physical affection is okay, and said I'd have to help him, when it was okay with me, of course. So I showed him that it was more than okay. He liked that.

How long you have been together: 3 years now. Friends first for a time before, got to know each other and 'dated' for a couple months before he brought up making it official. He's always nervous about doing things too early. Sometimes it drives me mad but I want him to be okay initiating things.

Are you affectionate: Hand holding in public is usually it. By ourselves this man is the biggest cuddle bug, don't let him fool you. Literally will whine if I get up to be productive, and then dare turn me down if I seek him out when he's busy. But he really likes kisses, so guess who always wins :) Lazy mornings in bed and couch cuddles are our favs.

Living together/married: Living together almost a year. Thrown out ideas of marriage, like what we would want or where we'd honeymoon. It's fun to talk about. Sometimes if I stay up late with him he'll actually sneak in a random question like "what kind of flowers would you like?" He might be saving my answers. Starting to wonder if he should plan a proposal or just up and ask :)

Kids: Right now we are cat parents. Aren't opposed to kids. Adoption is something we both think about, but can't figure out how to bring up to each other yet. But it's close to both of our hearts considering how Levi grew up.

What your friend group looks like: Levi introduced me to Miche, Hange and Erwin. Jean, Connie and Sasha are my main crew, even if they knew Levi first.

How you each get along with your friends: I get along with his friends great, and they are now my friends. We all have game nights together and Levi rolls his eyes when we come up with stupid answers and laugh sometimes, but we catch him smiling too. I call Hange just to talk sometimes. Levi...tolerates my friends. He doesn't mind Jean by himself since he can act mature, but add Connie and Sasha to the mix and he's out. At least, tries to be! But if one of us is feeling down we're usually at our house for late night snacks and movies. Levi can't avoid it.

Night in or night out: We like staying in way more. Either ordering takeout or helping each other in the kitchen. A quiet evening in, in comfy clothes please.

Your favorite date day/night: My cheesy answer is anytime we're together is my favorite, even just grocery shopping :D Though once in a while we dress up fancy and take in a theater show. Turns out we really like musicals! Who knew?? Also, mystery dinners! You know, where you have to find out who killed who while you eat and the actors put on a show around you. There's not much interaction involved on our part, so Levi doesn't mind, and he's really good at solving the clues and guessing correctly!

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You all probably already know my answers lmao

Friendship questions inspired by this haha

Here's a Jean version too!

Here's a copy and paste version

Your anime self ship person:

Your ship name:

What do you call each other:

Who confessed first:

Who kissed who:

How long you have been together:

Are you affectionate:

Living together/married:

Kids:

What your friend group looks like:

How you each get along with your friends:

Night in or night out:

Your favorite date day/night:

There's so many questions to ask! We can do another round if you want another time :) 10 to 12 questions good? Weekly maybe?

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You are under no obligation to participate. But if you do I'm tagging you in the next one haha Even if I didn't tag you, go for it! Just picking ones I thought might want to do it :)

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adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy · 3 years

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A/N: If there’s anything I learned from doing this, it’s that vampirerry is an utter WHORE. Good for him!!!! As for myself, I’m done with the semester and my term projects and finals left my singular brain cell fried, so this was a nice way to get back into writing again. I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you to the anon that suggested it, this was super fun to do! :D

read you’re someone i just want around here

word count: 6k

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

Harry is very attentive when it comes to aftercare with Y/N. The sex they have is often rough and includes toys, degradation, and multiple rounds, so he believes aftercare is non-negotiable. Rough sex can be fun, but if it’s not followed by a lot of communication and post-performance support, it can take a hard emotional toll on a person. Even when intimacy isn’t meant to be inherently sentimental, there has to be a certain level of connection and etiquette surrounding it, or it could end badly for both parties involved. He always checks on her immediately after they finish, simply to gauge her headspace and how her body is responding, and after he’s made sure she’s alright, he goes into his usual routine of skin-to-skin contact and gentle coddling. Reassurance and praise is just as important afterwards as it is during, because it’s good to let a partner know that your appreciation runs deeper than just the physical need felt in the heat of the moment; everyone deserves to feel valued beyond their body.

Harry proceeds to clean Y/N up after every session, because it’s the least he can do since she’s usually the one getting the brunt of the work. He’ll fetch a clean towel dampened under warm water to wipe her clean, or he’ll offer to help give her a bath or a shower— whichever route she prefers. Harry dresses her, and changes the sheets if need be, and tucks her into bed to ensure she’s nice and comfortable. If it’s been a particularly intense session, he’ll go the kitchen and bring back a snack and a drink— a granola bar and a Gatorade, or some chips and her favorite juice, or if she’s feeling especially hungry, he’ll happily go out of his way to prepare her an actual meal— and he insists on feeding it to her bit by bit until she’s come to enough to handle it on her own. If she’s not hungry, he at least brings her a glass of water and urges her to drink it; better to be safe than sorry. After that, more cuddling is the status quo, which normally ends in Y/N falling asleep in his arms, and Harry has absolutely no problem with that at all.

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

Harry’s favorite body part of Y/N’s is probably her chest. Yes, he likes it for sexual reasons— obviously— but there are innocent reasons for his fascination, as well. He likes how responsive she gets when he touches her there— how he can get her going just by groping her the way she likes it, or by using his mouth to tongue across her nipples until she’s writhing in pleasure and whining for more. He loves leaving hickies all over her tits, probably more than she likes receiving them. It’s just so fucking hot seeing himself marked all over her, especially when she’s putting on a bra and he can see all of the dark bruises scattered across the cleavage spilling from the undergarment. Filth aside, he also enjoys loving all over her chest. Absentmindedly cupping them while they’re snuggling, nuzzling his head between them while they’re watching television, massaging them under her shirt with his large palms as she sits back against his chest, sipping a glass of wine and chatting away, unwinding after a long day. It’s a form of intimacy; it provides a type of closeness nothing else can.

As for his own favorite body part, it’s a tie between two different areas. He loves his thighs— they’re one of his most prominent features. They’re thick and meaty and sensitive, so they’re the perfect sweet spot to touch when he wants to get riled up. Given his previous response, it can be easily deduced that he likes to get hickies there, as well. The marks look great peeking out from under his briefs (for the short amount of time they last, anyways) and they make a great accessory to the large tigerhead tattoo along his left thigh. It’s artwork, really; a proper Picasso.

His other favorite body part...well, take a lucky guess. It’s likely not that far off— literally, considering it hangs right between his thighs.

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

Harry’s personal preference is cumming inside. He adores feeling the way Y/N tightens around him when he finally orgasms (she’s just so warm and soft and unbelievably tight; it’s like she was made for him), almost as much as he loves seeing her reaction. Her body will immediately start to wriggle and her back will arch as she releases broken little whimpers, clinging to his shoulders with her nails and begging him to fill her until he’s milked his worth. Hearing her ragged breathing and feeling her sweaty chest stutter against his is enough to do him in, but when she goes as far as to gnaw on his ear and whine a soft little, “Want it all, baby. Want you dripping out of me when we’re done.” Well, that’s enough to kill him all over again.

Of course, there are times when Harry likes seeing himself all over her, too. On her outstretched tongue, or smeared across her pretty face and plush lips (she looks particularly cute when it ends up all over her eyelashes), or streaked over the valley of her tits, or pooled at the center of her tummy. If he’d been taking her from behind, then he likes seeing it run down the backs of her thighs, or splattered across the dip of her spine. And if she’d been giving him a handjob, then seeing himself dribbling down her fingers is just as good. Why? Because those fingers usually end up in her mouth, which means he ends up all over her tongue, and so the cycle comes full circle. How poetic.

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

Did Harry suggest wearing a matching set of a vibrating cock ring and buzzing bullet to do grocery shopping once? Yes. Did he drop three glass jars of peach preserves by accident as a result, causing them to have to book it out of the bread aisle while trying to look as unsuspicious as possible, which failed horribly because they were literally hobbling like a crippled elderly couple? Also yes. Did they end up fucking in a Target fitting room? Definitely.

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

A lot of experience. Tons. Immense amounts. Insane amounts. Two hundred years of the same seven continents just means two hundred years worth of sex across every single one. And it gives you plenty of time to find the clitoris, as well as giving you a chance to learn the female anatomy like the back of your hand. That being said, Harry doesn’t doubt he could make Y/N cum with his wrists tied behind his back and a blindfold strapped to his face. In fact, he’s made her cum just by using his thigh, so that in itself is enough credibility to last him several more lifetimes. The toy chest in his closet and the fact that he’s well-endowed are bonuses— he knows more than enough tricks to keep her satisfied with just his tongue. Not to mention his fingers— they’re long for a reason.

F = Favorite position

Funny enough, Harry doesn’t have one. He’s spent so many decades cycling through every possible position in existence, it’s gotten to where he can’t pin-point a preference; all positions are unique, and they each have their own appeal. Reverse cowgirl is nice because he likes watching the way he stretches Y/N open with every plunge of her hips, and it also gives him the luxury of marking his rings across her ass in the process. Regular cowgirl is nice, too— having her chest bouncing in his face is nothing short of a divine miracle, in his opinion. Doggy style is a staple, and there’s always different add-ons he can apply to spice it up; for example, taking her from behind with her wrists tied to her ankles, or bending her over the kitchen counter with her face pressed into the marble, or fucking her against his glass wall with her hands and chest flushed to the cool surface as their breaths fog the floor-to-ceiling window.

Missionary is a tried and true option, and just like it’s prior counterpart, it can be enhanced with a variety of extra tricks. Bondage is a good condiment, against the wall is always a nice touch, spread-eagle never goes wrong, and just having her legs wrapped around his lower back is more than enough. However, he does have two favorite variations of the position. The first is when he mounts her legs onto his shoulders or along the inside of his elbows to open her up more, and then just ramming his hips down at a very specific angle that hits her g-spot just right, pounding her into the bed so hard she tears the sheets off the mattress. The second is a cowgirl-missionary hybrid: he sits back on his heels and uses the steep downward slope created by his thighs as elevation, pulling her ass onto his tilted lap and swinging her legs over either side of his hips. He gropes her waist with his palms and yanks her forward, bouncing her against his cock and watching her completely dismantle as he nudges all the right places with as much speed and force as she deems fit.

And then there’s fucking from the side, but that’s a whole other extensive conversation he doesn’t have time for.

Actually, maybe Harry will entertain it for a minute or so. He usually throws one of Y/N’s legs over his neck to get a deeper range, manhandling her roughly onto her side and yanking her closer to his body by her waist, grasping it with stern vigor and holding her down against the mattress, grunting out a gravelly, strict command along the lines of, “Stay fucking still.” He’ll drill into her at a brutal, consistent pace, staining his fingerprints along the curves of her torso and sponging damp kisses onto her ankle, smirking into her skin as he watches her fist at the duvet in a futile attempt at maintaining her bearings. It’s pretty evident that she can’t, though; the way her eyes lull around their sockets from his harsh stride does a terrible job at hiding her lack of self-control, alongside the fragmented curses she gasps out whenever he nudges her g-spot with the head of his cock.

“Oh, that was such a pretty noise. Did I hit that little spot you like?”

Her response will be begrudging, as always, which he thinks is ridiculously useless considering he can see her burying her face into the pillow to hide how her jaw drops open in sheer rapture. “No.”

“No?” The vampire leans forward, stretching her leg towards the headboard and preening at the garbled squeak that escapes her gritted teeth, plunging deeper as he lowers himself to her level. He knots her hair around his knuckles, tugging sharply until her face is tilted back enough to meet his fiery gaze. “Then why are you starting to shake?

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

It depends on the mood, honestly. There are definitely serious moments, but Harry enjoys the humorous ones just as much. He already adores making Y/N laugh and smile on a regular basis, and that desire only grows when he’s buried between her thighs, simply because she just looks so fucking cute laughing with her hair splayed around the pillows in a messy halo, her sounds of glee stuttering due to how sharply she’s jolting against the bed. He loves feeling her giggle into his mouth as he cracks sarcastic jokes and makes stupid witty comments that break the intensity in the air, especially because she’s usually clever enough to return them with some of her own. Then they both end up snickering like idiots as he tries to keep a solid pace, which eventually tapers to a messy, haphazard stride as their laughter drowns out their goal to the point where he has to take a genuine break to collect himself. There’s tons of examples— how could there not be? Sex is hardly ever perfect, so awkward moments are not only expected, but guaranteed. What better way to handle them than with a bit of humor?

There was an incident once where Harry accidentally knocked their foreheads together so hard, they both bruised (which he responded to with, “I’m pretty sure this isn’t what Cosmopolitan meant when they suggested matching couples tattoos.”). Another time, he got so into the moment he didn’t realize he was jack-hammering the top of her head into the backboard until she brought it to his attention (and made a comment saying it sounded like a sped up version of the beat to We Will Rock You). A bad case of the hiccups. Y/N burping right in his face halfway through his orgasm. A random leg cramp that made him think he was going to need amputation to survive. Accidentally rolling off the bed or couch onto the ground and nearly dislocating both of their spines in the process, getting his cross earring tangled in her hair and nearly ripping off his ear trying to get it out, and the unfortunate collapse of a pillow fort he’d spent over an hour building. He even sneezed in her face once, and when she instinctively went to shove him back, she wound up slamming her palm into his nose so hard he nearly passed out. Nose bleeds aren’t necessarily sexy, per se, but he just dug blindly through her nightstand until he found two new tampons somewhere in that black hole she calls a drawer, shoved them in his nostrils, and kept going. No one can ever accuse him of being unresourceful.

Queefing. Lots and lots of queefing, which he usually starts mimicking with his mouth, and then she responds to that by whining and telling him to cut it out, and then he takes to mocking her whining instead. It normally finishes with them laughing so hard that Harry’s cheeks hurt from smiling so big, but it’s a good type of pain. The best type of pain.

H = Hair (how do they groom?)

Harry likes keeping himself neat and orderly, but he doesn’t enjoy going bare, so trimming is his grooming preference. There’s just something so unappealing about a completely smooth dick— it looks like raw chicken and it’s fucking disgusting. He doesn’t have anything against a good bush, but it tends to get unruly and he’d rather not have to overcomplicate his shower routine. And honestly, he can’t trust himself because last time he had a full front yard going, he got shitfaced and tried to braid it on a dare. Keeping the hedges trimmed is the ideal landscaping option, and it just looks way hotter— a uniform dusting of hair is a good accessory and it just makes everything look more cohesive, given that he also fancies keeping his happy trail thick. It’s all about aesthetics, isn’t it?

I = Intimacy (the romantic aspect)

It’s no secret that Harry’s been somewhat detached from intimacy for the last two hundred years or so. Intimacy is reserved for genuine romance, and that’s something he hadn’t entertained since before the lightbulb was invented. But now that he has Y/N, intimacy has crawled its way back out from the deepest recesses of his subconscious, where it had been shoved into a bottomless pit with the rest of his trauma. He likes it— he likes opening up to her in any way he can, because sharing those obsolete parts of himself with someone again is more fulfilling than he ever imagined. He likes kissing her randomly when she’s halfway through a sentence, just to feel her words die off abruptly in her throat as she gives into his gentle gesture, a delicate smile spreading across her satin lips. He likes whispering sweet phrases of encouragement into her hair when they’re tangled amidst sweaty limbs and rumpled sheets, reminding her of how much he cares for her and how beautiful she looks when she’s so far gone and how she makes him feel like his entire body has been set alight. He likes sponging soft pecks across the stretch marks along her thighs and across the dimples on her belly, her skin candy and velvet on his tongue as she releases a watery sigh that lets him know he’s doing all the right things in all the right places. He just likes letting her know she's special to him, in any and every way he can.

Intimacy forges timeless bonds, and he reckons that assumption is unarguable, considering he knows a thing or two about eternity.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Harry likes to jack off, obviously. Who doesn’t? It’s why he has an entire section of his toy chest dedicated to self-pleasuring tools. Vibrating cock rings, an array of lubes that range from temperature-changing to sensation sensitivity, and a few pocket vags that get the job done whenever Y/N is out of commission (usually because of work). His favorite one is an electronic sleek black model that is made of a premium silicone material and has a variety of massage settings, suction strengths, and internal textures. It’s designed to make the session feel more real, and yes, it was expensive, but self-love is always worth the splurge.

The beauty of living on his own is that he can get off wherever and whenever he wants, without having to stress about someone interrupting an important step in his pampering routine. He usually does it in his room and on his bed, simply because Y/N’s pillow is close by and the experience is heightened when her scent is swimming around his hazy, bliss-drunken mind. If Harry is feeling particularly needy, he’ll ditch the toy all together and just hump one out against the mattress or cushion. If it’s a particularly restless day, he’ll take a toy downstairs and lazily play within himself on the couch while browsing through Netflix. Those instances usually average a few tamer orgasms rather than a single large one, but he’s not complaining; his stamina comes in unapologetic waves that stem from a never-ending supply, and he certainly has the time to kill. If Harry gets the sudden urge in the shower or while he’s relaxing in his jacuzzi, he won’t bother fetching a trinket; he’ll just stroke one out with his hand, using the cool metal of his trusty lionhead ring to tease the tip until he brings himself to orgasm. It turns out daylight crystals have more than one use.

There is one common factor amongst all these different choices, though: Y/N is present in every fantasy. And if the vampire is feeling especially bold, he’ll grab his phone and take a video of whatever he’s doing to himself, and then she’ll have a nice little gift waiting for her once she gets out of the café for the day. That usually leads to him receiving a present in return later that evening, and then he’s dialing her contact before the clip is even done playing, and then what he does during his alone time doesn’t require him being so alone anymore.

K = Kinks

Harry has tons— in fact, he has so many, he can’t really keep track. And he also has the sneaking suspicion that if he were to ever jot all of them down, he’d end up locked in some type of sex addict rehabilitation center. Bondage is a big one, so he’ll start there. He’s great with ropes, given that he learned his way around them ages ago. Chains are nice, but they can be a pain to set up without the right equipment; he’s thinking of getting a reinforced metal hook installed into his ceiling, like the one in his storage closet, which he uses to keep his punching bag secure. Handcuffs, obviously— velvet-lined, straight metal, fuzzy coverings, he’s got it all. Dominance, degradation, Daddy, Sir, choking, brat-taming, spanking, flogging, slapping— impact play in general, to be honest— spitting, wax, praise, begging, masochism, branding (mild stuff, no molten metal shit), collaring, discipline, dirty talk, edging, exhibitionism, face-fucking, face-sitting (with him on the receiving end), giving oral (is that a kink? It is now.) gagging (both the action and using the actual object itself), breeding (he hates that term but that’s the official name, unfortunately), teasing, voyeurism, role play, and… he thinks that’s it. Oh, and blood, but that doesn’t really count for apparent reasons.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Y/N’s couch is sacred, at this point. Their entire relationship started on that lumpy, worn excuse of a sofa, and it’s seen them through their progression from strangers to friends with benefits to lovers to more. It’s comfortable enough, the dark color hides any explicit stains, and the cushions always smell of her signature mixture of honey and lavender combined with Snuggle fabric softener. It’s finicky, but irreplaceable. His kitchen counter is a close second. It’s provided a lot, taken a lot, been through a lot— through a lot of Lysol wipes, to be specific. If it wasn’t marble, it likely would have been reduced to chunks and rubble by now, courtesy of his enhanced strength gripping the edges as he slams her against the smooth surface. The backseat of his Cadillac is consecrated, as well; there’s just so much erotic appeal to fucking in a car with rock music blaring in the background, muffling the obscene sounds of bodies connecting and a mixture of fever-pitch moans. The couch, the counter, and the Cadillac— the Unholy Trinity.

The jacuzzi is nice, too, but for the sake of his clever little “c” alliteration, he’ll leave that one as an implied token.

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

As much as Harry claims he likes full submission in bed, he can’t deny that he loves being challenged. Delivering punishment and coaxing out an orgasm is so much more satisfying when he has to fight for it; it’s so fucking hot watching his girlfriend try to best him in a power struggle, especially when she finally— and undeniably, since he always wins— caves under his will and winds up begging him for what he otherwise would have gifted her freely. That’s where the brat-taming kink comes into play. He likes it when she mouths off and makes snarky digs, and he enjoys it even more when he tries to set her in place and she amps her disobedience as a result. There’s nothing more attractive than a battle of wits with someone who is a perfect match in every way. And when she channels her attitude into physical gestures, it riles him up beyond compare. For example, when she smirks and rolls her eyes, despite the fact that there’s trails of tears staining her cheeks and mascara smeared all over her waterline? Christ, he could go feral.

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

No feet, no feces, no beastiality. There’s probably more, but those are the ones off the top of his head.

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

Receiving oral is great— he highly recommends it, solid ten out of ten— but giving it is so much better. Harry’s always been a giver, even when he was young and barely knew his way around a woman’s undergarments. The stereotypical expectation for a person who is beginning to explore their sexuality is that everything they do, they do for their own gain. It’s a selfish realization, yes, but it’s a primal type of selfishness that no one can truly be blamed for. It’s a simple concept: when you start having sex, you want as much personal benefit as possible. It’s only natural. But from the second Harry became sexually active, he came to find that providing release to his partner outweighed the bliss he could get from letting them pleasure him instead. It’s not direct pleasure, but rather cognitive, which more often than not translates itself physically. And when it comes to Y/N, that euphoria manifests tenfold.

Nothing compares to having his face buried between her legs as she tugs and yanks at his hair desperately, her chest heaving and jaw falling open as he uses his tongue to unravel her from the inside out. Spitting sloppily onto her folds and hearing the raw gasp of aroused shock that escapes her sore throat, which causes his swollen lips to spread into a dirty grin as he latches onto the sensitive bud at the thick of her core, fiddling with it until her legs are trembling uncontrollably around his sturdy shoulders. Watching her features go slack as he bobs his neck fervently between her thighs, swiping the bridge of his nose across her clit over and over until the entire bottom half of his face is drenched in her excitement. Fucking his tongue into her and feeling her buck against his jaw as she holds him in place with her fingers tangled in his curls, whimpering his name repeatedly in a voice so shattered, he could probably build a mosaic with the fractures. Feeling her drip down his chin and into the collar of his shirt, savoring how sweet she tastes as he pins her hips down against the bed and groans feverishly into her cunt, his ego idolizing the image of her so disheveled under his influence.

A measly blowjob is hardly any competition to that. Harry could very well cum just from eating Y/N out. In fact, he has, and that in itself is all the proof he needs.

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

This is one of those other factors that depends on the mood. If Harry has been waiting all day for it, his impatience bleeds into his rhythm, which means he settles for fast and hard. It means he settles for bending her over the back of his couch with one palm around her throat and his other fingers in her mouth, pounding into her with so much force, the sofa starts shifting across the ground. If Y/N has been teasing him endlessly for a decent amount of time, it’ll be rough and deep, but not fast; he’ll drag it out for as long as possible, just to make her regret acting like such a spoiled brat. That’s when he brings out the paddle, or the crop, or just manhandles her across his lap and spanks her until she’s apologizing profusely through her whines. If he’s in a soft, romantic headspace, it’ll be slow and sensual, with lots of gentle caresses, giggly kisses dusted across eager lips and droopy eyelids, and penetrating strokes that make his toes curl and tummy clench.

Pace is relative, but the message behind it is all the same: I want you more than anything, and I’m going to show you just how deeply I mean it.

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

Quickies are fun, Harry will admit. They’re filthy and messy, and they show just how far gone two people are for each other to the point where they can’t wait to feel one another at a later time; that they need to be together now, or they’ll go absolutely insane. Quickies are saved for when the urge strikes at random times. For when he’s out with Y/N at a park, sitting under the shade with his head in her lap as she combs his curls out of his eyes and thumbs over his chin affectionately, and the sun filters through the tree canopy just right to where it illuminates her lashes and the suppleness of her cheeks in a manner he deems ethereal. For when they’re at the mall, walking hand in hand and licking at ice cream cones as they survey the shops, and she reaches over to wipe a bit of Rocky Road off the corner of his mouth, replacing the stain with a soft stipple of her lips instead. For when they’re out eating dinner and playing footsie under the table like immature teenagers, and she’s trying to steal a French fry from his plate but he keeps fighting her off with his fork because, “I told you to order your own, but you wanted those disgusting potato skins instead!” And she’s laughing so brightly and unapologetically, giving him a look that so obviously tells him she can’t wait to get him alone, and nothing seems quite as flawless as that fraction in time, then and there and nowhere else.

These simple but memorable moments cause him to get love boners, which he jokingly refers to as “sniffy stiffies,” where “sniffy” has to do with being sentimental, and “stiffy”...well, that one is pretty self-explanatory, no? It always ends with them shagging in the car, or in the family bathroom of a diner, and in the case of the park, in an obscure area of the forest that lines the jogging trail.

Quickies are just that— fast, but meaningful nonetheless, because they come from a place of genuine emotion. They’re fleeting, but unforgettable. Sniffy stiffy quickies, if you will.

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

Taking risks is the norm in Harry’s life, especially when it comes to his sex habits. He’s proven time and time again that he has no problem riding along the seams of a dare and just barely making it out unscathed, so experimenting outside of the bedroom is just another day in the life. Fingering Y/N in a music room in an antique shop, getting road head during a two hour drive back to Los Angeles, ripping his girlfriend’s panties out from beneath her dress at one of California’s most prestigious restaurants— the list is endless, really. Harry likes to think he has a gift for coming up with inspirational quotes on the spot, so he’ll lend his expertise here and now: “A life without risks is a life that isn’t worth shit.” It even rhymes, so he knows sorority pledges will have a ball putting it in their Instagram bios. A bit of charity work for the bird-brained.

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

Endless stamina. Literally. Vampires don’t stay tired for long, so he could be ready to go again within seconds. And he can last long, as well; his stubbornness and pride depend on it, and he likes making his partner cum first as an ego boost. He can go as many rounds as Y/N can and more, though he won’t push it. He doesn’t want her to end up in the ER with a bruised cervix.

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

Harry could run a sex shop from his closet; Y/N doesn’t take the piss by calling him “Fifty Shades” for no reason. He uses them on himself, he uses them on her, and he got high once and tried to sword fight Y/N with a dildo, so it’s safe to say he definitely uses them quite a bit. If his Lovesense Lush 3 vibrator could talk, he’d be drawn and quartered for excessive debauchery.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Harry loves teasing, that’s no mystery. Winding people up is one of his most practiced skills, so of course that would channel into his intimate life. He’s mastered it, though it’s not like it’s hard. A drawn out blink here, or a feathery touch there. An inch of space between his and Y/N’s lips to establish some tension, or squeezing her inner thigh with his palm hard enough to draw a tiny squeak from her chest. Touching her through her clothes, or leaving a trail of wet kisses down her throat and stopping right at her cleavage. Biting the sensitive skin along the inside of her knee, or dragging the tip of his cold nose down the center of her twitching tummy. Lapping slowly at her nipples until they perk up, or sinking a single long digit inside her and keeping it there just to feel her clench around it needily. And once he gets a pattern going, teasing molds into edging, edging molds into begging, begging molds into praise, and before he knows it, he’s hit four of his kinks with one roll of the dice.

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

Harry is very vocal in bed, and he’s not ashamed of it. He knows for a fact that Y/N loves it, and if him being loud gets her worked up, then he’ll let his throat go out in the process. He’s noticed that in different situations, he has an arsenal of sounds for each. If he’s being rough and dominant, he tends to groan, grunt, and growl. If he’s being desperate and needy, he turns to whines and whimpers to communicate how he feels. If he’s too zoned into the moment to distinguish all his emotions, broken moans and stuttered mewls are his default. No matter the circumstance, they all take the same route: they start low and soft, and escalate in volume proportional to the intensity of the moment. So what if half the building is hearing him orgasm for the third time as he mocks his girlfriends sobbing pleads and calls her his “dirty fucking whore”? Let’s be honest, it’s probably the highlight of their week. He has a great voice— a sultry, deep baritone that compliments his English accent nicely— and anyone would be lucky to hear it spew the filth it does. He’s yet to get many complaints, so he doesn’t intend on stopping.

W = Wildcard (random headcanon)

An honesty hour moment seems interesting, so he’ll confess a few tales from his past. The first time Harry ever went down on a girl, it was against a tree in a garden and he nearly asphyxiated under all the layers of her gown. A couple of years later, he ended up getting oral from a reverend’s daughter against a tree, too, for the morbid irony and associated religious revenge. And to drive the point home, oral was only the beginning of what she gave him. His first decade as a vampire was definitely his pettiest.

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

It’s not uncommon knowledge that Harry’s well-endowed. He remembers how insecure he was the first time he had sex— a shocker, he knows; he was insecure?— and how he knew barely anything regarding sizing and how to use his assets accordingly. But it’s been ages since then, and now he definitely knows his way around his own body (let alone his partner’s), and he most certainly knows that he’s above average not only as a person in general, but when it comes to what’s in his trousers, as well. Harry won’t specify inches— he loves how speculation drives others mad— but it was big enough to give Y/N a decent pause the first time she pulled down his pants, and it’s big enough to leave her absolutely fucked every single time, without a single miss. If that’s not credibility at its finest, then he doesn’t know what is.

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

Harry’s sex drive is insatiable, to say the least. His vampirism combined with his narcissistic tendencies makes the ideal cocktail— cocktail— for the constant fuse that’s always burning under his skin. He’s ready to go at all times; Y/N just has to say the word and he’s pulling on a pair of sweatpants as he grabs his keys, hopping down his complex’s corridor toward the elevator on one foot as he tries to get his last shoe on the other. Lazy morning sex is probably his favorite; he’s come to find it’s when he’s most pent up, usually after a sleepless night of feeling Y/N’s body heat radiating through all of his cold limbs. It also sets a great tone for the rest of the day, and he just loves seeing Y/N wake up to him lying on his side with his temple resting on his fist, his elbow propped against the mattress as he poses the other on his hip in a theatrical diva stance. He’ll smile at her giddily with all his pearly teeth, dimples twitching as his lashes flutter dramatically, dirty intentions written clear all over his face (“Good morning, hon—” “Wanna have sex?” “Harry, it’s ten in the morning.” “Is that a yes? Because it’s not a no.” “I haven’t even brushed my teeth!” “That’s fine, I’m gonna stick my dick in there anyways.”)

All in all, his libido is insane, and he’s lucky that Y/N’s is up to par or else he would have worked her into an exhaustion-induced coma by now.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Harry just...doesn't. Maybe once every few weeks, but definitely more often now than before he had his girlfriend. Sleeping just comes way easier when he has someone he cares about resting beside him, their inherent warmth thawing the stiffness from his muscles and putting his racing mind at ease. He feels safe enough around Y/N to let his guard down— both literally and metaphorically— and that seems to help with his supernatural insomnia; it sedates that nocturnal hyper-instinct in his brain that demands he be aware at all times, muffling the animalistic part of him that has been manning the reins for the better half of the last two hundred years. He doesn’t need to be so on edge anymore when everything he needs is just an arm-length away. Especially when she’s usually willing to lend her chest as a pillow, and who is he to neglect her wishes.

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aerimomo-mellon · 3 years

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Skz as Boyfriends!

Paring~ SKZ x Reader

Genre~ informative lol

A/N~ yep it was requested! Enjoy 친구 <3

warnings? none. (idk mention of bed related things haha)

SKZ M☁List II Main M☁List

시장……..

✿ Bangchan

We all know this guy and you all have read enough of him I think, to know what imma say. (But for special purposes why not..)

This guy is really really serious about relationships and you are probably the one because he just can’t help loving everything about you.

The fact that he is yours even with all the responsibilities and work he has as a leader and idol is a miracle itself. Therefore consider yourself LUCKY to have the most caring and loving man anyone could have.

Dates- He likes movies hence movie nights and date to the theater are often. If not then he likes taking you to a sports event or the beach cause yeah. ( that vibesssssss you know? )

PDA = 3/10 why?, because as mentioned earlier he is responsible for many important things and he doesn’t want to have any misunderstandings about you and dislikes hate in general. That 30% I gave him was because he would only do PDA if really needed.

In Bed things? Umm not often actually but once in a while yes WHILE he would like it I’m sorry I mean LOVE it..

Con? Yep time! Sorry girl but that time you need, it’s hard for him to fulfill every time.

Cute extra info- Doesn’t mention it but secretly likes when you poke his dimple and say he’s cute.

✿ Minho

There are these majority conceptions, as I said majority but not all cause there are stays who know that he is a sweet guy deep deep down.😉

If you’re his s/o he will give every bit of him to you and expects the same for you. I would categorize him as a boyfriend wo acts like a mom lol. It maybe hard to digest that information but trust me this feeling I have from my gut I can say that he is also very caring. Although he might not say things like I will be there whenever you need me or even I miss you, care for you, but he doesn't need to say this anyway. As action speak more than words our Minho is the same.

Dates- He likes to balance it between what you like and what he likes as well. If you are a new couple he straight up asks what you prefer. Plus point he likes to take you to cat café if you like cats too.

PDA = 0.5/10 why? honestly speaking this guy literally hates to express his feelings. That .5 is literally him agreeing that he is yours and that's it. (when someone asks that is)

In Bed things? I personally think it depends on his mood and not yours. Yup. Somedays he wants you a lot and somedays he likes his space. I'm not saying he hates cuddling but more than that on days he is either tired or stressed he likes to keep that little limit to what happens next.

Con? Attention... you would literally take his cats away from him to get his attention.

Cute extra info- likes it when you call him and yourself Appa and Eomma to his cats.

✿ Changbin

Changbin being the puff/ strong guy(sorry that sounded disturbed lol) We all know how babied he likes to be.

Him as a boyfriend is just very natural, I mean from the way he takes you on a fancy date to even putting nail polish on your left hands. Everything is very genuine and he loves it. The Boyfriend to always apologize first.

I find him as someone to take attraction and the next step which is relationship very seriously. ( the person to be very calculative, it can beat Chan honestly..)Knowing that he is afraid to hurt people in any kind of way, to hurt you even as an accident breaks his heart.

Dates- Our Dwaekki loves taking you on dates with loads of food or snacks. A typical Korean restaurant or even food stalls, he loves seeing you eat than to be broken when you might have some kind of sickness due to eating problems.

PDA = 5/10 why? Because he likes your opinion. He is okay with either if you insist on a particular one but slightly leans on less public knowing. Holding hands and probably hugging you wouldn't be a huge problem for him.

In Bed things? he loves it anytime honestly... if he is horney he is getting what he wants and when you are same goes to you.. you'll get what you want..

Cons? Too much aegyo which makes you do things you don’t necessarily want to. (Stay blessed)

Cute extra info- Praise him! (x100) loves it when you say things like " my boyfriend is so strong.." or even " those arms mmm..."

✿ Hyunjin

I mean do I need to say how into he is with this??? Damn this man is the most prepared man a girl could have. The type to know everything about relationships... from trending couple fashion to even special not important but cute couple events..( that he probably found randomly scrolling through google)

He knows your anniversary, birthday, your moms birthday, dads and basically your whole family knows him too. He also keeps track of your monthly cycle too cause he likes being responsible for you..

He is the type to get jealous very easily BUT wont admit it when you ask. Likes to braid your hair while learning from YouTube.. Likes to buy you so many colorful cute hair accessories. (loves your hair..)

Dates- we all know this guy is fancy so he likes fancy dates but he can also be the complete opposite.. Fancy~ maybe to a art restaurant or even on a fancy boat cause why not.. Normally though~ likes to take you to an art museum or at night to take you on the roof for star gazing..

PDA = 2/10 why? I've probably given hints on my fictions with Hyunjin about this in particular. He prefers keeping this in private and that 20% is with his members (barely)

In Bed things? This guy couldn’t be more romantic lol. Loves being prepared for this buys every thing you both need… and yeah loves it.

Cons? He buys Kammi more hair clips than you sorry….

Cute extra info- likes when you get mad when he cut his hair lol. I apologize to all the stays I know he is cute every time but that long hair just hits different….

✿ Jisung

The craziest boyfriend you could have and will only have. You would low key love your relationship with this man I’m telling ya…

You two would have so much fun like toddlers. He is honestly the cutest, funniest, talented etc.. man you get all in one.. ahaha..

Likes to buy you the most stupid things that actually works for a daily living..( that thing he bought to watch on his phone while laying down 😵)

likes to joke around and talk to you a lot.. gurll listen to him he loves it. He likes to value your problems as well so listens to you too.

Dates- likes to watch anime so you two usually have this anime night cuddle sessions but if he were to plan something outside he would prefer to take you to the amusement part lol.

PDA = 8/10 why? honestly he likes showing you off cause he is fond of you. Basically doesn't care what others think... his parents know you, members, friends outside the group, and stays know you exist lol.. 20% i kept for a reason because he doesn't like it when things get out of handle so he wont do anything to the extent..

In bed things? yes he likes it but that turns up into a tickle fight or even a complete cringe but cute moment..

Cons? He might be very sensitive leading to him being upset and you having to apologize...

Cute extra info- loves it when you kiss his cheeks or just play with them in general..

✿ Felix

I had to bring this up at some point lol.. stays probably know the video where he says his clothes are boyfriend material lol...and yes i agree hands down!

A boyfriend material in his own way ahaha.. i mean we all know he loves to be cared for and loved. That Bangchan! spoiled little youngbok.. i personally feel or think two ways. Either he likes being cared for by you or he takes care for you since now he gets to be the older one..

Felix likes speaking in English so if you know English he would speak both languages as well. Likes to give you blowjobs cause he fell in love with you lol..

Dates- Shopping malls, window shopping, UNO on a picnic lol all these are his favs and so are yours .. Personally speaking he likes to take you to places where he can take lots of pictures of you..

PDA = 4/10 why? I don't know haha yup its just a feeling where I'm in between of two opposite thoughts.. I fell like he shows you to his members and family but not more than that.. (Olivia is most likely to love you)

In bed things? Likes being pampered and loves it when you lead.. happens pretty often actually..

Cons? yes! he like being touchy and so do you but he does it too much which beats ya.. and jealous really easily! and he lets you know that..

cute extra info- compliment him on his freckles and he will blush literally a tomato 🍅..

✿ Seungmin

Sweet really sweet.. he is the typical Korean boyfriend you'll get haha even better than that.

He just likes to talk to you or even look at you all day and keep that puppy smile on him.. The type to sing you a song to sleep or whenever you ask him to. likes to hear you sing too.. attempts to make you laugh but ends up, giving up.

He likes kissing your eyes when they are closed.. or when you just fell asleep after the song likes to give your eyes quick pecks..

Dates- He likes walks and that's why you go on evening walks and return when it's dark.. likes holding your hands. He likes grocery shopping with you, takes you to the rooftop to talk about life and its shitty problems.. Basically effortless things that make your relationship happy for what it is.

PDA = 1/10 why? I mean do I need to tell you this? he is like Minho but just a little bit more obvious.. Prefers to express his love when you two are alone..(that's it)

In bed things? umm yes but no.. i mean he gives in to your begs but I feel like Seungmin is just too into cute cuddling and these things are only when he is very desperate ..

Cons? not much but maybe ignoring you when you ask if he can buy you ice Cream for the fifty-sixth time..(but gives in anyway)

Cute extra info- He likes when he sees you in his clothes.. but doesn't say it and acts like he doesn't..

✿ Jeongin

Baby, baby, Baby..... he is our baby boyyyy but his savage ass towards his Hyungs just breaks it all hahaha…

Jk he is actually really cute, caring, sweet and likes to be protective. It may not suit him but yes he likes scolding people if done wrong to you..

You might be older or younger honestly he doesn’t care.. he is very respectful to you either way. He loves you and is very shy too which you find cute.

Dates- Asks you for your opinion or his Hyungs. He still is very inexperienced so he doesn’t know but sometimes likes it when you two spend time on the swings of some random park with fruit juice 🧃..

PDA = 0/10 why? Cause no no no no not even to his members haha he is just too shy and likes to keep his relationship in its own boundaries.

In bed things? Nope please! I’m sorry stays but I just can’t with Jeongin… (no further details he is just so precious to me)

Cons? He understands very late.. like you trying to say you want to cuddle, kiss etc.. without words he won’t get it. Just fucking be straight forward with our baby.

Cute extra info- honestly everything is cute about him so I can’t fit it here sorry… stays use your imagination here…

끝…

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abimess · 3 years

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My beautiful, hurtful secret // Part 4

Therese Raquin x Reader

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Summary: In the 1860s, love can be dangerous for people like you. And it gets even more dangerous when it involves a married woman. But Therese loves you just the same, so you’re willing to do whatever it takes to have her. [6.685 || 15.494]

Warnings: period story; angst; fluff; smut (18+ only!)

Hey, guy! I hope everyone is doing well.

First, I want to say that this chapter got a lot longer than the others, but that's because we have a lot of things going on in it haha Hope you enjoy it.

And second, a massive thankyou to my dear @yourtaletotell who created the name of the festival, because I honestly could never

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In the weeks that follow, you and Therese meet secretly almost every day. But all meetings are short-lived since there is always something determined to interrupt you.

Being honest, you are well aware that any amount of time spent with Therese would never be enough. Still, it was too little time. And even though you knew every inch of her body by now, you wanted to know her soul just as much.

And apparently Therese felt the same way, because soon your meetings began to consist mostly of you cuddling, talking about the most diverse subjects, or just enjoying each other's company in silence.

But the feelings you had towards one another were beginning to become too big for that small, secluded room. Besides, Therese had always craved to see the world, and you were more than willing to show it to her. So you begin to think of ways you would be able to do so, even considering all the restrictions and hindrances the two of you would have to face.

"We should go to the park." You comment one day as you and Laurent walk to the grocery store and your brother frowns. "Do what in the park?" he asks and you smile, playfully. "What you do in a park, brother." You answer and he rolls his eyes.

"Breathe the fresh air, reconnect with nature." You speak with exaggerated passion and the man giggles, shaking his head. You giggle too, but soon it dies down and you swallow dry.

"We should invite Camille and Therese to go with us." You comment trying to sound casual and risk a glance at Laurent. When you see the knowing smile on the man's face, your cheeks heat up. "Oh, now I get it." He replies in a teasing tone and you laugh in embarrassment.

When your brother approaches you and gives you a light playful nudge you roll your eyes, your cheeks burning even more.

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You shake your hands anxiously beside your body, taking a deep breath. "You'll end up having a stroke, sister." Laurent teases, a little ahead of you as he opens the door to the shop. You roll your eyes, feeling your cheeks heat up, and push your brother lightly, using your other hand to hold your messenger bag at the side of your body.

"Good afternoon, ladies." Laurent greets Madame Raquin and Therese as soon as you enter the store. You smile at the two women, greeting them as well, and as soon as your eyes meet Therese's, you feel your heart skip a beat.

"Oh, you got here just in time!" Says the older woman as you both approach her with puzzled gazes, and Madame Raquin points to some sets of fabrics on the counter. "Could you please help me carry these to the back of the shop, darlings?"

"Of course, Madame." Laurent says helpfully and tilts his head for you to help him. You leave your bag on the counter and hurry to get the remaining fabrics. The two of you then accompany Madame Raquin, who leads the way with a grateful smile on her face.

Meanwhile, Therese follows you with her eyes until you’re out of sight, and then something else catches her attention. When you hurriedly put your bag on the counter, some of your belongings ended up slipping out of it. Letting curiosity get the best of her, Therese runs her eyes through the various loose papers and open notebooks.

A small smile plays on the young woman's face as she reads the words. The verses, so harmonious and ravishing, held Therese's attention completely and the brunette couldn't stop reading them. There was more than just grace in your poems, there was truth, and also a certain familiarity that Therese couldn't recognize.

"It's wrong to snoop, you know?" Your voice from behind her makes Therese startle, snapping her out of her trance. In one swift movement, the brunette turns to you, and giggles embarrassedly when she sees your amused smile at her.

"What are you doing?" You ask in a knowing tone, and Therese giggles once again, waving her hands dismissively. "Nothing, just looking around." And you nod, an expression of false credulity on your face and Therese rolls her eyes. "Fine, I was reading your poems." She admits, slightly embarrassed, and you smile, needing to hold back from kissing her.

You open your mouth to say something, but Madame Raquin and Laurent return to the store and you both turn your attention to them.

Laurent casts you and Therese a knowing look and you clear your throat, scolding your brother, but the man just smiles. You look away from your brother, putting the fallen papers back into your bag and then slung it over your shoulder.

"So, Madame." Laurent says, turning his attention to the older woman. "My sister and I have intended to invite Camille and Therese to a stroll in the park on Saturday."

You walk to your brother's side and risk a glance at Therese, having to hide a smile afterwards when you see the brunette's eyes slightly wide in expectation at you.

"Is that so?" The older woman says with a delighted smile and you and your brother nod politely. "What do you think, Therese?" Madame Raquin asks her niece, who offers her a small smile. "It sounds like a great idea, Madame." Therese agrees, glancing over to you briefly, and you look down, disguising a smile.

You let Laurent settle the details of the outing with Madame Raquin, who makes it clear that she will let Camille know as soon as he gets home from work. Meanwhile, you concern yourself solely and exclusively with looking at Therese as often as you are allowed, without being suspected of doing so. Your heart skipping a beat every time her anticipation-laden green eyes meet yours.

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"If you told me you tried on all your clothes, I wouldn't be surprised." Laurent sneers as soon as he sees you coming into the kitchen.

This is, in fact, the fourth or fifth outfit you've tried on already. But you wouldn't let him have the satisfaction, so you just roll your eyes with a grimace and the man chuckles.

"Come on, we should get going." You say, walking to the door of the small apartment and Laurent gets up from the couch. "Oh, wait!" Your brother says and you stop, turning to look at him. As soon as you do, he points to your chest. "Your shirt is stained."

"What?" You ask, looking down and frantically searching for the stain. It's not possible that the one outfit you finally liked was stained. But a few seconds later you can't find the said stain, and you raise your eyes completely unamused as you understand your brother's antics.

"You're an idiot." You say slightly annoyed, giving his shoulder a shove before turning to the door again. When you hear Laurent's chuckle behind you, you roll your eyes.

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"The Art sur l'encre is taking place in Marseille this year." Laurent comments as you're in the carriage heading to the Raquins' residence.

Art sur l'encre is an art festival which gathers amateur artists from different regions of the country in order to promote and divulge national art. You and Laurent go every year, him to sell his paintings and you to sell your writings.

The festival was an excellent opportunity and always bore good fruit for both you and your brother, so you were always looking forward to it. However, with your mind completely taken by Therese, you didn't even remember the event.

You hum in agreement, your gaze lost out the window, and Laurent frowns, confused by your lack of enthusiasm. Before he can ask why, though, the carriage stops and you get off.

Having arrived there close to the agreed time, it doesn't take long before Therese and Camille join you, and the sight of the brunette makes your brain stop for a moment.

The woman is wearing a silvery dress, a hat on her head that matches the tone of the garment perfectly. And all you can think is that she looks gorgeous.

As you and Laurent exchange greetings with the two of them, all you want to do is tell Therese how stunning she is. But you can't, so you settle for a polite hug, placing a brief, discreet kiss on her cheek. Therese gasps softly, just loud enough for you to hear, and you turn away from her with a satisfied little smile.

Camille sits down next to Laurent, both of them engaged in a conversation about work that you pay no attention to. With Therese sitting next to you, it’s impossible to pay attention to anything else.

You exchange glances frequently, shy smiles crossing your faces every time you do. And when Therese settles into her seat, moving closer to you, you don't mind.

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You walk for some time, Laurent and Camille a little further ahead while you and Therese stay a few steps behind.

The fresh air of nature fills your lungs, invigorating you completely. The rustle of the leaves swaying against the wind and the water rushing in the river in the distance envelop you in a delightful sense of peace. But none of that compares to the feeling of having Therese by your side.

"This is nice." The brunette comments, as if reading your thoughts, and you smile, humming in agreement shortly after. "I thought you might like it." You comment, your voice loud enough for only her to hear, and Therese smiles.

"Why?" she asks and you frown slightly, turning your gaze from the surrounding trees to the woman beside you. "What do you mean?" You ask, oblivious, and Therese giggles lightly, the sound making your chest warm.

"What were your intentions bringing me here, miss (Y/l/n)?" She rephrases the question, and you chuckle shyly. "I noticed that you're always home. I figured it would be a good idea to see the world a little bit." You explain with a smile on your face and Therese watches you, feeling her heart beat in a different way as she watches you gesturing to your surroundings. "Besides," you say, clearing your throat, "I figured it might be a good place for a first date."

"A date?" Therese asks, perplexed. She looks at you with slightly wide eyes, her cheeks burning red, and you give a little smile. "If you want it to be, of course." You add, a twinge of embarrassment in your voice that makes Therese want to hug and kiss you right now. But she can't, so she just smiles.

"I'd love it to be." She replies, her voice laden with endearment, and you smile, happy, feeling your own cheeks blush now.

You both know it's not a date. More than that, it could never be. Because a feeling like yours would never be accepted anywhere, and to make matters worse, Therese is married, to one of your childhood friends for that matter.

But neither of you wants to think about it now, pushing the guilt and hurt to the back of your minds, and you smile silly smiles, starting to walk a little closer to each other. Not close enough to look suspicious in someone else's eyes, but close enough for your hand to occasionally brush against hers, causing a wave of warmth to travel through both your bodies and make your hearts beat a little faster inside your chests.

"... Let me sit down for a moment." You hear Camille's voice up ahead and look up to see the blond sitting in the grass next to a tall tree.

You both then approach the two men and as Camille pats the grass, inviting Therese to sit next to him, you shift your weight between your feet, trying to disguise your discomfort. When Camille lays his head on the brunette's lap, you look away.

"Notice this, Laurent. If you get married you'll find yourself with a portable pillow." Camille teases and the only thing that comforts you now is to realize from Therese's features that she looks as unpleased as you do.

"Don't flaunt your good fortune, my friend." Laurent says with a knowing tone, risking a quick glance at you, and you clear your throat, feeling your neck grow warm at your brother's insinuation.

Soon you all sit down and talk about some random subjects. Camille comments on the bear exhibited for people to admire in the downtown square and you wonder why anyone would enjoy seeing a creature that should be roaming freely confined like that.

The conversation flows on for a while longer, especially between Camille and Laurent, and you try not to laugh at the blond man's clear admiration for your brother. You also notice that Therese is rather quiet, her gaze lost somewhere ahead as usual.

You sigh, wondering what happens to the smiling, cheerful woman who shows herself so easily to you when the two of you are alone.

Feeling your gaze on her, Therese looks over to you. Instead of averting your gaze, you hold hers, offering a small, warm smile that Therese easily returns. You only wish you were able to know what is going on in her mind.

Soon the conversation between the two men catches your attention again, and you settle down awkwardly as you hear them talking about renting a boat and going to watch the sunset on the river.

"You can go without me, I'll wait for you here." You comment, avoiding the looks of the other three. Camille protests and you just giggle half-heartedly. Laurent remains silent, and when you notice Therese's eyes on you, a confused expression on her face, you shrug.

"I don't like boats." You explain, but the frown on her face intensifies. "Why?" she asks, curious. You giggle embarrassedly, lowering your gaze to your lap where your hands rest, you massaging your knuckles.

"I can't swim." You shyly admit, and Therese flashes you a smile laden with endearment. Her heart warms inside her chest at the sight of your figure, immediately wanting to wrap you in her arms. But then it aches, knowing that she can't do that.

"Yeah, I'd rather not go either." You hear Therese say and immediately lift your eyes to her. She flashes you a reassuring smile, to which you return with a grateful one. The intensity that your heart beats for her is surreal.

"You two can't stay here alone." Camille says, lifting her head from Therese's lap and sitting up to look at you. "Of course we can." You comment with an amused smile. "We could go see the garden over there." You comment, pointing to the eastern area of the park.

"This is very girly like." Camille jokes and you chuckle half-heartedly. "Come on, Camille." Laurent says, shifting his knowing gaze between you and Therese before turning to the blond again. "You and I will go on the boat ride and let the girls enjoy their afternoon."

You exchange a brief, shy glance with Therese, your cheeks both blushing at the possibility. Camille doesn't take long to agree. You then stand up and say goodbye to the two men, and once they're gone, you turn to Therese, smiling.

"Shall we?" You ask, placing one hand on your back and indicating the way with the other, and Therese smiles back. "We shall." She replies, holding up her dress and stooping in a curtsy and you giggle.

You walk side by side into the garden, just the presence of the woman beside you being enough to make you feel on cloud nine.

"Has it always been like this?" Therese asks suddenly and you look at her. "Camille and Laurent." The brunette adds, noticing the expression of confusion on your face, and you giggle.

"For as long as I can remember." You say, flashes of your childhood running through your mind. Therese watches your nostalgic expression with a fond smile. "Everything Laurent did, Camille had to do as well. They were quite inseparable, if you ask me."

You tell with a chuckle and Therese laughs too, but then a thoughtful frown takes over her face briefly. "What happened?"

"Life happened." You say shrugging. "We moved away and didn't see each other anymore." You add, and there is something in your tone of voice indicating to Therese that maybe she shouldn't continue asking, so she just hums quietly and admires the flowers that begin to surround you.

"Did you like them?" You ask after a while and Therese runs her fingers gently over one of the pink flowers at the height of her hip before turning to you. "Them what?"

You giggle and stop walking. Therese mimics your movement, turning to you shortly thereafter. "The poems." You reply and a smile immediately appears on Therese's face.

"I loved them." She says, a genuine ear-to-ear grin on her face that makes one of your own to grow. You look down, shyly, and Therese tilts her head, admiring your embarrassment. "You write very well, (Y/n)." She compliments, and you lift your gaze to her again.

"I wonder if I've ever read any of your writing in the papers." She comments with a slightly raised eyebrow and you chuckle dismissively. You give her one last look before walking over to some flowers on her right, your hands in your pockets.

Therese doesn't understand your willingness to hide your pseudonym from her, but she thinks it best not to press the issue and walks to your side.

Admiring the flowers together with you, all the brunette can think about is your poems. Your verses so charged with emotion and intensity, she wonders once again if you have ever written about her.

"Give me your hand." You comment softly, rousing Therese from her thoughts. She blinks a few times, looking at you, but you take a moment to look at her again, a small smile playing on your lips when you do.

Therese looks around, and when she sees no one around, she reaches out her hand to you. You take your hands out of your pockets and hold Therese's. The woman smiles lovingly as you bring her hand to your lips, depositing a soft kiss on her skin. But the smile falters briefly when you lower her hand again and she feels you placing something in her hand. A folded piece of paper.

A mixture of curiosity and anticipation takes over Therese's face and you smile reassuringly. "It's for you." You say and Therese watches the piece of paper. As she begins to unfold it, you place your hand over hers. "Not here. Let's enjoy ourselves right now. Leave it to read later, when you miss me." You say with a charming smile and Therese's eyes are drawn to it.

When she looks into your eyes again, she smiles, nods, and tucks the paper inside her dress. You look down and smile as you see the flower lying on the ground just in front of your foot.

Therese watches you crouch down with a curious frown on her face. She watches you pluck one of the small blue flowers on the ground and stand up again. "Do you know what this is?" You ask, showing her the flower. When Therese shakes her head in denial, you smile.

"It's a Myosotis flower." You explain, looking at the flower in your hands, and Therese shifts her gaze between you and the small blue flower, finding it hard to decide which of you to admire at that moment. "It's also called a forget-me-not flower. For some they symbolize sincere love and fidelity. For others, protection and luck."

Therese watches you ramble on, a genuine smile on her face and her heart beating faster with your words. But when you look away from the flower to her, the brunette feels it stop. "But either way, it only makes sense that I give you one."

You hold out the flower to her and Therese gasps. Your fingers brush against hers as you look at each other intensely, your gazes loaded with the words neither of you had the courage to say directly, for fear that reality would come crashing down, charging you with your sins. But Therese almost heard you say them, and you can see them too in the way her eyes sparkle at you. So it is all right.

She admires the flower for a while, a passionate smile on her face, and you admire the woman who holds your whole heart in her hands, a fulfilled smile on your own at the knowledge that you have hers in yours as well.

"I'd say we're having a pleasant first date." You comment playfully, and Therese raises her eyes to you. She has a happy smile on her face as well, but her eyebrows are slightly knitted together in a thoughtful expression. Before you can ask, though, she speaks. "It would be better if you kissed me."

"What?" you ask, feeling your heart beat faster, and unconsciously look around for anyone who might be watching the two of you. Therese observes your apprehension with an amused smile.

"You're afraid." She remarks and you return your gaze to her, shifting your weight between your feet nervously. "Are you not?" You ask, uncertain, and Therese flashes you a smile. She takes a step forward and you immediately straighten your posture.

"Don't be afraid." She says in a whisper, her eyes straying to your lips, and you swallow dryly. "Danger passes by those who look at it right in the eye." She whispers lower and lower, her breath hitting against your lips invitingly and you can't hold it in any longer.

Taking one last brief look around, you lean in, finally connecting your lips to hers. Therese sighs, returning the kiss without a second thought, and you feel your whole body relax. Relax so much that it feels like you're flying. You wouldn't be surprised if you opened your eyes and found out that you were both flying several feet off the ground.

But then the kiss ends, and you are not flying. But Therese looks at you with those big green eyes that constantly take over your mind, her slightly swollen lips curved into a fond smile, and you realize that it comes to the same thing. You were already flying, even if you weren't.

You continue walking and talking about the flowers. Therese occasionally steals a kiss from you. Every time you turn into a flustered mess, and every time she lets out a contented giggle that is briefly followed by a satisfied smile.

It doesn't take long before Laurent and Camille join you again. Laurent looks at you with a small teasing smile, but you couldn't care less, you were too happy to care.

It's getting dark and you decide that it's better to head back home. You sit in the carriage in the same position as you came in and Therese takes advantage of the low light of the early evening and the pile of clothes on her dress to hold your hand on the seat. You intertwine your fingers with hers with a small smile on your face.

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It had been days since the date-not-date with Therese and still a smile seemed unable to leave your face. Your cheeks would be numb right now from smiling so much if it weren't for the fact that your entire body was already numb from the constant flurry of thoughts about the brunette.

"(Y/n)!" Your brother's voice sounds loud beside you and you startle. Only now you notice that you are walking through the streets of Paris next to Laurent and not in the garden with Therese.

You blink a few times, looking completely oblivious, and Laurent lets out a chuckle, already getting used to your increasing daydreaming.

"As I was saying," he talks in an amused tone and you clear your throat, trying to pay attention to him, "I've already bought the tickets to Marseille." He announces and you frown. "What's in Marseille?"

At your question, Laurent stops walking abruptly. You stop immediately afterwards and look at him confused. "What do you mean what's in Marseille?" He asks, shocked, and when you don't show any reaction, he laughs incredulously. "(Y/n), Art sur l'encre!"

"Right!" You say, squeezing your eyes shut. You expect a wave of anticipation to fill you now, as it always does. But the thought of going to the festival doesn't bring you any excitement at all. Instead, you have an idea.

"Hey, why don't you invite Camille?" You suggest, and Laurent widens his eyes, astonished. "What?"

"Yeah, he never goes out." You begin, running your fingers through your hair nervously, but your brother's expression remains unchanged. "It might be good for him, you know? To spend a few days away from Madame Raquin for a change."

"(Y/n), what are you saying?" Laurent asks, clearly not buying your argument of worrying about Camille. You take a deep breath, surrendering. "That I'm thinking about not going."

"Sister, have you gone crazy?!" He asks, completely incredulous. "The festival is a great opportunity to sell your works and-"

"You can sell them to me! You already do that anyway." You retort, remembering all the times your brother had to do the negotiations because no one wanted to buy "a woman's work." And to think that artists claimed to be open-minded. Pathetic.

Laurent watches you for a few moments, examining your features and you hold his gaze, determined to follow through with your decision. Soon he narrows his eyes. "Is this about Therese?"

You don't answer. And your silence makes Laurent chuckle incredulously. "God, (Y/n), it even sounds like you love her." He scoffs, looking away. You again do not respond, and when he returns his gaze to you and sees your expression, his smile dies.

"What?" he asks in an inaudible whisper, his tone of voice laden with disbelief and his expression charged with concern. You shrug. "I love her." You admit. And it is as if the weight of it all comes crashing down on you now. You love her, with every little bit of your body. But you can't have her, because she's not yours to have.

"I love Therese." You repeat, your voice shaky and tears in your eyes. Laurent approaches you, wrapping you in a tight, comforting embrace. You hug your brother back, allowing yourself to cry on his shoulder.

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"What a splendid idea!" Camille comments as soon as Laurent finishes inviting him to go to the Art sur l'encre with him.

You and Laurent have been invited by Madame Raquin to lunch on Sunday, so you are sitting at the table now, eating, along with Camille and Therese.

The fact that Therese is sitting right next to you helps you not to look at her so often. However, her being close like that was more than enough to unsettle you. The way she constantly brushes her leg on yours doesn't help.

"I don't know, son." Madame Raquin comments, clearly apprehensive at the thought of her son sleeping away from home. "There's nothing to worry about, Madame." Laurent says in a persuasive tone. "It's only one night. We'll leave Saturday morning, come back Sunday evening."

You watch the interaction expectantly and, noting that Madame Raquin still doesn't seem very convinced, you decide to add. "Besides, Madame." You say and wait for the woman to look at you to continue. "Laurent is the most caring person I know, I'm sure Camille will be in good hands."

Your words seem to have reassured the older woman more, and the confirming smile you flash her makes Madame Raquin smile back. "It might be a good idea, indeed." The woman finally comments, and Camille celebrates, beginning to talk with Laurent about the festival soon after. You exchange brief glances with Therese, both of you smiling in anticipation.

"But what about you, (Y/n)?" Camille asks and you frown, wiping your mouth with a napkin. "What about me?"

"Why aren't you going?" He asks and the others turn their gazes to you. You clear your throat and give a dismissive smile afterwards. "I have already sold all the writings I had. I think it will be better to stay home and keep working." Madame Raquin and Camille smile proudly, seeming to believe your lie. But soon the blond frowns.

"But it's not a good idea for you to stay home alone, is it?" He comments and you force a smile. Normally, you would be grateful for your friend's concern. Under the current circumstances, however, that was the last thing you needed.

"Oh, she doesn't have to be alone, she can stay here." Madame Raquin comments and you try to disguise your excitement, the plan seemed to be flowing better than you expected. You contain a smile. "Thank you, Madame, I'd lo-"

Your speech is interrupted by a kick to your shin. You grunt, more in surprise than pain, and try to disguise the noise with a cough. You risk a glance at Therese and the brunette widens her eyes and shakes her head in denial, briefly but energetically.

You feel your heart heavy inside your chest. All of this was precisely so that the two of you could finally spend a night together, something you had always fantasized about. Did she not want to sleep with you anymore? Would all this be for nothing?

You clear your throat, trying to send those thoughts away, and return your gaze to Madame Raquin again, forcing another smile. "I would love to, but it won't be necessary. Honestly, I don't see any problem staying home alone." You say, and Madame Raquin makes mention of insisting, but Laurent interrupts her. "There' s really no need, Madame. We're friends with our neighbors, I'm sure (Y/n) will be fine."

After that, both Camille and Madame Raquin drop the subject and you return to eating lunch. The two men go back to making plans for the festival, but all you can do is focus on your food, lost in thoughts. It was not possible that you had got it all wrong.

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It's Monday afternoon and thoughts of Sunday lunch have occupied your mind ever since. Maybe you really did get it all wrong. Maybe Therese really didn't want to sleep with you in the first place and it was all just silly daydreams.

But she opens the back door for you now, wrapping her arms around your neck and kissing you right away, as she always does, so all thoughts are swept away somewhere far from your mind, somewhere completely out of your reach.

You enter the room, and just as Therese locks the door, you hold her by the waist, spinning her around so that she's facing you, and just as your lips meet hers, she giggles. You smile, that being your favorite feeling in the world.

Several minutes later you are lying on the bedroom floor, Therese with her head resting on your chest and you running your fingertips down her shoulder. You don't see how the brunette smiles at your touch.

"I loved the poem you wrote me." Therese suddenly comments and you smile. "Oh yeah?" You ask, your tone carrying amusement, and Therese's smile widens as she rises enough to look at you. She hums in agreement, remembering how you spoke about her in the poem.

So personal, so sincere. She already knew you paid attention to her, but having you describe her in such a thorough way, clearly choosing your words with care, made Therese's heart light up in an even greater way. Her cheeks burned as she remembered how you described who she is and what she represents to you.

"But I think you overdid it." She comments in a playful tone and you frown. "What do you mean?" You ask, genuinely confused, and Therese shrugs her shoulders. "I'm not all that."

"Of course you are!" You respond immediately, wrapping your arms around her, but Therese smiles unconvinced. "You are all that to me. You are my moon, and all my stars." Your voice is full of honesty and intensity, making Therese's breath hitch. She leans in, connecting her lips to yours in a soft kiss that makes every hair on your body stand on end.

"And you are my sun." She says in a whisper as the kiss ends, a confession only you are allowed to know. You stay there in silence, her forehead against yours as you enjoy each other's closeness, trying to push away the weight of reality that seems to be getting more and more overwhelming.

Therese lays her head on your chest again, and as you deposit a soft kiss on the top of her head, you remember yesterday's lunch.

"Can I ask you something?" You begin, uncertain, and it doesn't take long for the answer to come. "Sure. What is it?" Therese's voice is soft, but your stomach turns anxiously anyway.

"Why didn't you let me accept your aunt's invitation?" You ask, holding your breath when Therese rises from your chest to look at you again, a confused frown on her face. "I thought you wanted to sleep with me."

"Of course I do." She says immediately, placing her hand on your face, caressing your cheek reassuringly. "Then why did you-"

"It's easier to sneak you in if you don't." She replies and, when you frown, she smiles. "Of course I want to sleep with you." She assures and the relieved smile that appears on your face makes Therese's own smile widen, her heart warming in her chest.

"But if you accepted the invitation my aunt would want to keep you company all night long. Believe me, she's obsessed with you." She adds the last part in an annoyed tone, rolling her eyes, and you giggle. "And what about you?" You ask and she frowns.

"What do you think of me?" You ask in a mixture of curiosity and teasing that makes Therese's heart beat faster. She had a significantly long list of words she would use to describe you. But confessing them still seemed too hard. She doesn't want to lie to you though.

"Well... several things." She admits, running her fingers down your jaw, and the way her cheeks take on a light shade of pink makes your heart warm inside your chest.

"Oh yeah? Good things, I hope." You say with a smirk and Therese lets out a giggle. "The best." She confesses in a whisper and closes the distance between you two, connecting her lips to yours. With your smiles, it's hard to continue with the kiss, but you do it anyway.

When the kiss ends, Therese runs her fingers lovingly along your collarbone and you smile, placing a brief kiss on the tip of her nose and the brunette giggles. She then moves her fingers down to your chest, and when they find your locket, she stops.

"What is this?" She asks, her hand on the necklace, and you take a deep breath. You make mention of getting up and Therese gets off of you to allow you to do so. As you sit down, Therese does the same, a frown on her face.

You open the locket, revealing two small photographs inside. You move the locket toward her, inviting her to have a look at it, and Therese sits closer to you, holding the small item in her hands.

Running her eyes through the photographs, Therese sees a couple in one of them and three children in the other. She smiles as she recognizes your features in one of the children. Next to the small youngest version of you, she sees a young Laurent, a small smile on his face as he wraps an arm around your shoulder protectively. But Therese frowns at the third child, a few weeks old baby in your arms.

"That's my family." You explain, and the suddenness of your words makes Therese raise her eyes to you again. But when you offer her a small, reassuring smile, she looks at the photographs again. "My parents, me, Laurent and... our little brother."

Your voice cracks a little and Therese once again raises her eyes, her eyebrows frowning with concern. "What happened?" she asks cautiously, even though she already has an idea of what the answer might be. You take a deep breath, and when Therese notices tears forming at the corners of your eyes, she holds your hand.

"The plague." You say simply, and Therese's breath hitches. "First it was my father, then my mother. Just when we thought it couldn't get any worse, the doctors said my brother was sick too." You explain, and at that moment you no longer even try not to cry, the tears rolling down your face freely.

Therese pulls you close, placing your head on her chest. You don't object, wrapping your arms around her and taking a deep breath, letting her affection comfort you.

Feeling her heart aching, Therese deposits several kisses on the top of your head, murmuring words of condolence. You looked less than ten years old in that picture, and to think that a child had to go through all those horrible things made Therese's eyes burn.

Soon you're breathing normally again, the pain of the past slowly coming back under control as your sniffles become less and less frequent, and you lift your head from Therese's chest. She places her hands on the sides of your face, wiping the remaining tears from your cheeks, and you lean in, giving her a soft, lingering kiss. When you pull away, you offer her a small, grateful smile.

"It was hard at the time." You comment, your gaze fixed on the floor as you recall all the struggles you and Laurent had to face during your youth, all the things you had to do for each other to get this far. You smile sadly. "But we're here now, me and Laurent. At least we have each other, and I'm very grateful for him. Laurent showed me the world, taught me everything I know. I only wish I could've done that with Cameron as well."

"Cameron?" Therese asks in surprise. You look at her and the brunette remains frowning as the pieces of the puzzle seem to fit together bit by bit in her mind. Then she widens her eyes slightly and raises them to meet yours.

"You're Cameron." She quietly speaks, a twinge of doubt in her voice. You smile sadly, nodding slowly. "Yes." You confirm, and Therese alternates her gaze between your eyes. "It was the way I found to honor him. To keep him alive. Beyond my memories."

As you explain, Therese's mind spins. How could you be Cameron? Sure, she fantasized about it over and over in her mind. But this becoming true was surreal. Actually, it wasn't. Besides the similarity between your writing and Cameron's, there was something about both of you that made Therese's heart beat harder in her chest in the same way. It was not surprising that they were both you.

The revelation stirred Therese intensely, though, and for lack of words to say, she holds your face and kisses you. You pull her close, reveling in the gentle touch of the woman who has you completely. When you part, you both breathe heavily.

"I love you." Therese admits breathlessly, and your mouth goes dry immediately. She said them. The words you both avoided saying for so long. Because of fear. Because it was wrong. Because it couldn't happen. But she said them. So now there was no reason for you not to say them as well.

"I love you." You confess equally breathless and Therese smiles, kissing you once more. As you smile against each other's lips, your head spins frantically, your heart screaming out for her.

Therese didn't just have you in the palm of her hands. She also had your future.

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And that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed it, thoughts and comments are always welcome ツ

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mayaflowerxs · 3 years

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hi there! can you do nsfw a-z for hendery? thank you! <3

NSFW Alphabet w/ Hendery

Warning: Smutty!

A/N: Thank u for the request hope you enjoy!

Aftercare:

He’s alllll for aftercare. Even if he’s not there with you and are doing phone sex he still does it. He’s asking you if you’re okay, to go get cleaned up, get some rest, eat and take a few minutes to yourself. If he went too hard on you he tends to stay with you whether it’s on the bed cuddling or just flat out following you to make sure you’re not having a hard time walking or doing any other activities that’s requiring you to move. Your safety means the world to him so even when you tell him you’re fine he won’t stop budging. At one point I can see him brushing you off and sending you to the couch or bed while he cleans and fixes the place up.

Body Part:

Not really a body part but he loves your hair. He loves tugging your hair just as much as he loves his being tugged.

Cum:

In any hole really. Hendery is just a sucker to see you full of him. He doesn’t like it splattered on you because he’s convinced it’s being wasteful and he may or may not have a breeding kink 😶

Dirty secret:

He has an oral fixation. Like the dude is literally in love with eating you out and sometimes it can get too much for you when you two get intimate. He can’t help it he loves it so much but won’t show it because he thinks you might get annoy of him constantly attacking your pussy :( so when you two do get handsy he seriously does not hold back at all. If he gets to a point where he has you practically sobbing then so be it but he’s not going to back off until he’s for sure done with you (if that’s what you’re into)

Experience:

I see him as experienced. Had a partner here and there and definitely went past making out. But oh boy they just didn’t hit the way you do. Everything he always wanted to try out was with you which is why it’s all the more special. Because you’re so accepting that he grows more and more confident in pleasuring you.

Favorite position:

Definitely doggy and cowgirl. He needs to be in charge. Now when you’re in cowgirl he never once has you think you’re in charge. I see him as one who’s very dominant behind all that goofiness. He’ll have you leaned down on his chest, an arm around your neck and the other around your waist as he relentlessly pounded into your fucked out cunt. Not holding back until every last drop is deeply stuffed in.

Goofy:

Okay he’s definitely goofy in the beginning. He’ll crack a hole here and there and overall just make it all the more comfortable. But as soon as the first moan leaves one of your guys mouth he’s inner dom comes out and no more Hendery now you’re face with Kunhang.

Hair:

Honestly it’s one or the other. No I’m between he’s a pretty confident man so he won’t worry whether he still keep it nice and trimmed to bare. If he wants to leave it as is he will and same goes for you. He literally does not mind what you do with your girl down there as long as he’s stilling tapping it it’s literally all that matters to him smh.

Intimacy:

The only time there’s real intimacy is if you two have been away for a long time. Missing you so much just as has him wrapped around you the entire time. And when you two are climaxing he’s pressing kisses to your shoulder, temple, lips anywhere silencing telling you, you did a good job and he loves you so so much.

Jerk off:

Oh yeah. He does it quite often. The boy literally is a puppy who grew attachment issues. He tends to miss your touch and presence and eventually that longing turns into sexual frustration that he just can’t tame. Kinda surprised how he still hasn’t been caught cuz of how often he does it especially since he shares his room. He loves to jerk off with you, so phone sex is a must.

Kink:

The biggest breeding kinker. Bondage. Those are his go to but he’s up for anything. Nothing is ever a routine when it comes to him he always has to try something new, nothing to big of a new but just something to spice things up. So things like choking, he grew fond of that as well. He also tried using ice but it only irritated him because the ice wouldn’t stop sliding down so that was a big turn off for him which only resulted in him taking out his frustration on you, annoyed that it didn’t work out to well but hey you didn’t mind. You got fucked by a frustrated Hendery that’s a pretty win win for you.

Location:

Okay hear me out, Hendery is literally in denial when it comes to this. But the man can literally do it ANYWHERE. Just with the right amount of edging and or sexual tension is why gets him to snap. Usually when his mind isn’t going fuzzy and he’s not in a lustful state he won’t even think to the idea of taking you in a public restroom. Or fucking you in the car in a parking lot filled with other cars. But as soon as you begin to tease him or whisper him how much you need him he slowly starts turning into the dommy man you oh so love just like his regular self and before you know it you’re coming back home with a slight limp.

Motivation:

How lost you get. You will be minding your own business but won’t notice how every move you’re making is a bit more seductive to Hendery’s eyes. He snaps as soon as you flash him that ‘innocent’ smile at him and that’s when he has you pinned. He also loves how confident you get, when you’re in the mood you don’t hold back. Already on a mission to tag Hendery’s whereabouts and pounce on him. Seriously ends up falling more in love with you when he’s all of a sudden gets dragged away from his activities and pushed onto a surface to lay or sit on. Biting his lip as you begin to attack him in kisses. Yeah he’s a goner right then and there.

No:

Honestly Hendery says no to anything he considers not that fun or interesting. Like the ice, won’t ever do that again what a waste of time and ice.

Oral:

My god YES. He loves you sucking him but usually he gets impatient because he’s the one who wants to eat you out. Might get a bit selfish because you like oral too so he might take up your time just so that he gets to work on you. The boy literally loves eating pussy he can go for hours and not get tired. Though eventually it gets too much your hands are pushing at his head and legs desperately trying to shut, hot tears running down your cheek by how sensitive you’re getting. Close to seeing spots.

Pace:

He has a good pace. Not too fast or slow, doesn’t stop often nor does he pound into you continuously without break. He knows exactly what pace to go which is right in the middle of it all which is what gets you to cum hard. His pace reflects on his thrusts and stamina and when all three come together he gets his baby happily pleasured which is all that matters to him.

Quickies:

Into it definitely. Hendery is overall a sex addict. That’s the truth. And the thing is he does good when you’re not around, for some time. But once your in view, in arms length or just the mention of your name is an instant click in his brain to desperately fuck you to tomorrow. Always before practice, after concerts, before grocery shopping. Hell he might even drag you to the bathroom and fuck you while you two were in the middle of shopping. He’s all for it and he’s not ashamed of it.

Risk:

Doesn’t give a fuck. Quite frankly he wishes someone catches you two in the act. Just the mere thought already has him climaxing so hard. Just seeing the shocked face of someone catching him fucking you balls deep is probably a deep desire of his. Like I said earlier this man can fuck you anywhere and won’t care who can see.

Stamina:

This boy has such a high sex drive he’s learned how to keep a high stamina. Hell even after you two are finished he still might have some energy he still needs to let off but never acts upon it because he sees how tired and worn out you are he just no longer has the heart to keep you going. You already did so much for him his needs can wait.

Toys:

Yes! I see Hendery as secretly kinky so using toys is a must for him. He’ll mostly use them to edge you on, yes he might like using them but he will never have a toy make you cum. If anything only he can, not even a toy shall do that to you. I also see him as the type to have lots of phone sex with you and have you use them but as soon as you’re close to cumming he’ll demand you to get rid of em and use your fingers to finish you off.

Unfair:

It’s a 50/50 for him. Usually he likes to tease you but not for long. He’s not the biggest fan of not giving you what you want.

Volume:

I feel like he’s one who’s kinda shy to show you his sounds of pleasure when you first go out but the more he gets comfortable and the more you reassure him he gets more vocal. Now that doesn’t mean he’s the loudest mf, I feel like he is only ever loud when he hits the spot to the point where his fingers are practically leaving a bruise on you by how good it feels. But other than that he’ll most likely grunt and have heavy breathing. Sweat running down his forehead which is what gets you going and have you get him to grunt louder when you either ride him faster or squeeze around him.

Wildcard:

When he plays video games with the boys he tends to have you on his lap throughout the game. Cock warming is his absolute favorite. He treats it like a challenge. How long can he have you on his lap without fucking you and usually it lasts around four rounds until he’s saying goodbye and fucking you from behind. Letting all his sexual needs on to you who is currently shaking his desk top like crazy.

X-ray:

Feel like he’s a bit over average. I feel like he’s more long than girthier but doesn’t mean it’s skinny as hell. Don’t get it twisted the boy be packing no doubt.

Yearning:

The man craves for you literally all the time. The only time he doesn’t yearn for you is if scheduling is kicking his ass and he’s too sleep deprived to even eat properly. Even then he might make it up by having lazy sex with you as soon as he wakes up. You guys have sex pretty regularly, if anything it’s a lot than regularly. You must have some nice working birth control because man with all these rounds and you’re still not knocked up. Only making it a challenge for Hendery to succeed in. And let me tell you once he challenges himself he most definitely succeeds.

Zzz:

Hendery is either or. It’s either he’s so worn out of his energy he falls asleep or he still has some energy left and uses that to clean up and yourselves. Usually because of how much he puts you through you’ll be the one knocked out so he’ll probably distract himself by playing the drums or doing what Hendery usually does.

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