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harryconcepts · 1 year

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part 77

I can't stop thinking about blue collar harry omg like he's out working hard all day and he comes in and gives you a little kiss but he's sweaty so he doesn't want to let you get too close so he goes to shower and you join him 😵‍💫 definitely very "my pretty little wife, so sweet to me" giving you kisses under the warm water 😵‍💫 definitely some touching bc you both get worked up 😵‍💫 afterwards he tells you to get dressed cause he's taking you out 😵‍💫 he watches you get ready and once you spray your perfume on he can't help but give you a few kisses on your neck he just loves it 😵‍💫 and he was raised right so he's always holding doors and carrying your purse and escorting you with a hand on your lower back 😵‍💫 he never lets you pay for anything and it's clear money isn't an issue for him 😵‍💫 sometimes he's sore after a long day so you give him a little massage and he always makes it clear to you how grateful he is 😵‍💫🤕

harry getting a little stern with you 😋 being in a bad mood for whatever reason and you've been snapping at him all day, finally he grabs your jaw to make you look at him and he says "that's enough, you don't get to be mean to me when i haven't done anything wrong" and he doesn't let go until you tell him what's wrong and why youre in such a mood 😋

aster when his angel takes a nap at his house ☹️ she's soooo tired after class so she just goes there and crashes in his bed and when he comes home from work he finds her all cuddled up with the stuffed animal she keeps there ☹️ he wakes her up so gently bc it's time for supper and he's kissing her forehead to be soft and not startle her ☹️ when she sits up a little he sees her mascara is smudged everywhere and he can't help but smile and say "you had a good nap, hm?" running his finger over the black smudged under her eyes ☹️ she nods and cuddles into his chest bc she's not awake yet ☹️ he hugs her close and kisses her head saying "just wanna sit for a while baby?" and she lets out a little "mhm" and he reaches over to grab her bunny and tuck it into her arms again ☹️🤕

he is soooo convincing saying "i actually just bought a spare toothbrush and that special coffee you like 😁 oh and did I mention it's going to be cold in the morning? maybe even a little icy and I know you hate walking to class when it's icy 🤨 but i actually have a car so there's that! and also i know you hate going out after you've gotten settled for the night and you do seem very comfy in bed here so maybe it's best if you just stay 😁"

please he would go to every appointment with you 😔 he hates that you're hurting and not feeling well but he tries to stay positive and say "it's gonna be okay, they'll figure something out" and he would ofc go with you to get a treat after to make you smile 😔

okay I have a period tracker app and there's these little sex/women's health articles that come up a lot on there and I just saw one that was like ideas for foreplay 🤭 and the first one was called the 20 minute challenge where you set a timer for 20 minutes and you and your partner are allowed to do anything except touch down there 🤭anyways u know who I'm thinking about and i fear he would love it 🤭

riding harry for the first time on grammy night 🫶🏻 usually he's on top and kind of sets the pace but you're just feeling feral after seeing him so sexy all night so you push him down on the bed and straddle him 🫶🏻 he's surprised but definitely okay with it when you go for his belt buckle 😋

texting sneaky linkrry a short and sweet little congratulations text after his win and you don't rlly expect a response bc you know he's out celebrating but he texts back less than 5 minutes later thanking you and asking if you'd like to celebrate with him 😁 you think he has a big group together but when you get there it's really intimate maybe like 10-15 people and you're surprised he invited you and you're feeling a little awkward but he's running up to you and giving you a huge kiss on the cheek clearly very drunkie 😁 you're blushing bc you didn't think he wanted people to know you're kind of a thing but he's all over you all night 😁 a few people leave and you get worried thinking he's just too nice to ask you to leave but he keeps giving you drinks and any time you say "you've had a long day are you sure you don't want me to-" he just shushes you and asks you questions to distract you from leaving 😁soon you're the only person left and he's all "i thought they'd never leave" and he's coming to give you a proper kiss for the first time all night 😁 definitely some very tipsy and filthy sex later but for now he just wants a kiss 😁

PLEAAAAASE BEING HIS NORMAL NOT FAMOUS GF AND TOO NERVOUS TO BE IN THE CROWD AND HAVE EVERYONE KNOW YOU and he totally understands and never wants to push you so he lets you know it's totally okay for you to hide out backstage 🥹 and afterwards he's immediately running to you giving you the biggest hug nearly crushing you but neither of you care 🥹 he's basically giddy saying "I can't believe- I didn't think i would actually-" and he cuts himself off bc he can't wait to kiss you 🥹

the fact that harry does a lot of strength and resistance training and he gets so bulky all over his body.... thinking about watching him do pull ups or literally anything else and you're basically drooling just staring at him... he definitely gets all smirky when he realizes you're watching and he blows you a little kiss before he keeps going..... horny

yes i just sent something soft but I'm a whore first and foremost so here we are! the thought of gentle mocking truly never leaves my mind like..... it just fits so well in so many situations..... when you're sitting on his lap making out with him and you start to rock your hips on his bc you're already dripping and he grips your sides to stop you and says "that desperate for me already baby? haven't even touched you yet" and forcing you to look in his eyes even when you're blushing trying to look down 🤭 i can feel very much him saying "that's okay, I know your pussy is always just so sensitive for me, hm? she's always so needy" and making you admit to it before he'll give you anything more 🤭 he loves edging you over and over until there's tears in your eyes and then he pouts at you while he thumbs them away and says "poor baby, it's just so much hm? just want to cum so bad don't you" and you nod hoping he'll be nice and let you but he just pouts even more and says "that's too bad, I'm not ready to let you cum yet" and he smiles when that only makes you whine more 🤭 and when he's had you cumming so many times it almost hurts and you're grabbing at his hands to stop him from touching he's just all "oh is it too much for you? thought you wanted to cum so bad, what happened to that?" and you're sooo pouty saying "too sensitive ☹️" and he brushes his thumb over your lip saying "put that away, good girls don't pout" 🤭 and he's so close to you crowding your space saying "you're gonna give me a few more, kay baby? I'll be gentle though, i promise" and his voice is soooo condescending and mocking 🤭 he kisses back down and he's trying to be a little bit nice and leave your clit alone for a while but his nose still bumps it every time he moves and his tongue is really not giving you any time to calm down 🤭 he just does whatever he wants and he's a little mean sometines I'm so ferally horny 🤭🤕

actually I think maybe you wouldn't do it tonight bc you're both tired and drunk and just in shock but you fall asleep together and wake up around noon tmrw and it's so on bc it's sinking in that he is now a 4 time Grammy winner and that's your man 😋😋😋

going to plugrry for some gummies on your first valentine's day after breaking up w your bf. he doesn't know you broke up so he's all "no hot date tonight?" and you kind of look down saying "not so much" and he hears how sad you sound so he looks up, and he kind of can tell by the look on your face what happened and his face gets soft and he says "I'm sorry" and you just shrug and say "so how much today?" but he shakes his head and says "on me, don't worry about it" and you're all "are you sure?" and he says "you're too pretty to be looking so sad on Valentine's day" and that makes you blush but you just look away 😋 he finishes bagging up your stuff and you're feeling brave so you say "and what about you? who's the lucky girl tonight?" and he just laughs a little saying "no actually, this is my busiest day of the year so I don't have time for that today" and you say "ahh of course, all the pathetic lonely girls hit you up all day I bet" and he looks at you with a little frown saying "don't say that" and you shrug saying "it's kind of true" but he says "it's not, not at all" and he goes to give you your stuff but then he stops, you look at him for a second and you're about to ask what's going on but he says "do you want to maybe- you could stay? we could smoke a little, I have food so we could, you know, eat if you wanted?" and he sounds so nervous to be asking but you say you'd love that before he can get too nervous 😌he looks so relieved and he's definitely blushing a little 😌 he says "I'll get some stuff together, wanna pick a movie?" so you go over to the TV and get comfy while you find something to watch and he's very happy to see you making yourself at home 😌 he brings over all the snackies he can find and he looks a little nervous saying "or if there's anything else you want I can order something or-" and you cut him off saying "I'm fine, this is good thanks" 😌 he hands you the blunt and lets you do it first before you pass it back to him and he's not shy about how he's staring at your lips 😌 maybe a little later when you're both a little floaty he asks if you've ever tried shotgunning and ofc he's very willing to show you how it goes 😌the whole night youre just laying around watching dumb shows and eating lots of snacks and you're both so giggly and it gets late and you're tired so you end up staying the night 😌 in the morning you make sure to tell him it was the best valentine's day you've had in a long time 😌

harry loves his chubby gf so much ........ he is obsessed with touching you and how soft you are and he loves squishing your cheeks and how when you wear his shirts they're a little snug he's just so down bad I need him

I get very moody and sometimes mean when i need to eat and I feel like harry would handle that so well 😭😭😭😭😭he would know you're not feeling well so when you snap at him he maybe just raises an eyebrow and says "I'm not going to fight with you when you just need to eat something, we can talk after you have some food" and that makes you more snippy bc everything he says is bugging you at the minute but he gets you something or he would even make you some food even though you're not being nice 😔 he would leave you alone bc he knows you need some space and an hour later you come to him and give him a hug saying "I'm sorry i was so mean to you" and he hugs you back saying "it's okay, feeling better now?" and you nod and thank him for taking care of you 😔🤕

harry would love how warm you get after you take a nap🤕 when you're just sooo tired you tell him you're going to lay down for a bit and he would want to come with you even if he isn't tired 🤕 I think he would wait until you're asleep then he would get up and do some stuff around the house but an hour or so later when you come find him and wrap your arms around him and put your head on his chest bc you're not quite awake yet, he tucks your head under his chin and murmurs "you're so warm" and keeps you close 🤕 then he would say "did you sleep well?" and you nod, he says "that's good" and gives you a kiss on your forehead 🤕

harry waking you up in the morning 😭 he turns your alarm off bc he hates it when it startles you awake he wants to wake you up gently 😔 he gives you lots of kisses and soft little "good mooooorning baby" and you're pushing him away, saying "it's too early" even tho it's nearly 11 and he just smiles and says "even if i made you breakfast?" and you stop, you open one eye to look at him and say "are you lying" and he scoffs acting all offended saying "am i lying 🙄 would i lie to you? about breakfast? is nothing sacred? 🙄" you huff and roll over again saying "if you're gonna be annoying I'm going back to sleep" but he laughs and says "im kidding, I'm not lying I did make you breakfast" but you're still just toooo sleepy so you turn your head and lay down on his chest 😔 you say "i need to sleep some more" and he laughs saying "okay baby you can sleep some more" but a few minutes later he's kissing your face again and he whispers "are you sure you want to keep sleeping because I went out and got you coffee and the ice is melting more and more every second you lay here" he is the most annoying in the mornings I just know it

no no no no him giving you money all the time.... you text him saying "Harold 🙄" and he's all "yes?" acting like he has no idea what you're talking about 😌 you say "stop giving me money" and he's all "what money?" he's such a pest but he just wants to take care of you 😌

harry when you haven't been doing well 😔 he's doing everything he can to help, he cooks meals and helps clean up around the house and he gives you a million hugs if that's what you need 😔 he takes a nap with you whenever you're tired even if he's not, he'll lay down with you for a few hours to make sure you're getting enough sleep 😔he's always letting you know that he's there to talk if you need it but otherwise he'll just be with you and let you know you're not alone 😔

and whenever you're sad 😔 you come to bed one night and just lay on him, resting your head on his chest and not saying anything 😔 he leans down to kiss your head and says "hi baby" and you don't say anything, and he can just tell you're sad 😔 he hugs you tighter saying "it's gonna be okay, i promise" and he doesn't let go 😔

i don't want to think about how feral harry was in the bedroom last night.... he's sooooo high on adrenaline he's shaking and he can't stop smiling and definitely lots of manhandling you bc he's just so wound up and you're both so feral...... he leaves so many love bites bc he wants to mark you up to remind you that youre his.... definitely lots of teasing and edging you and making you beg before he lets you cum bc he gets off so much on you needing him and praising him.... I'm not well I'm going to go get my straitjacket

harry really just .... he loves making you cum .... he loves having you on his lap and making out with you and he loves flipping you over so he can go down on you .... he loves holding your hips to keep you still so he can go to fucking town .... he loves making you cry for him ....... okay ... also he loves fingering you literally so much.... he loves laying kind of halfway on top of you so he can still kiss you while he reaches down.... he loves getting you so wet with gentle touching so that when he finally tries to slip his fingers in it's so easy..... he loves being at the angle where his palm presses on your clit while his fingers work ...... he loves kissing you while you cum so he can feel you moan into his mouth .... okay ... and he loves hearing you beg.... when he's been teasing you and keeping you on the edge for way too long and you're so impatient he gets all smirky and says "beg me for it" ....... he slows down and refuses to give you anything more until you beg sweetly enough...... he wants to hear "please, I need you to let me- please" he just gets off on hearing you beg..... okay

harry also loves edging you until you're actually crying bc you're so worked up and frustrated then he pouts at you and wipes the tears away saying "poor thing, let me make it better" and making you cum until you see stars 👍🏻

DO NOT think about harry lifting you up and putting you on his lap so he can have you close and give you some kisses

whenever older h is feeling mean he makes pretty girl ride his thigh and he refuses to touch her 🤭 he's all "oh yeah? if you're so desperate then you can get off just like that, you don't need my help" 🤭🤭🤭🤕

flying in to surprise harry at the birthday show 🥹 you tried so so so hard to get there on time but it just didn't work out and you get there when it's mostly over. then you're waiting backstage and on the last song he catches a glimpse of you and does the biggest double take and when he realizes it's really you waving at him he breaks into the biggest grin anyone's seen all night 🥹 after he's immediately running into your arms and pulling you to his dressing room saying "i can't believe you're here" kissing you all over bc he missed you 🥹 you tell him happy birthday a million times and he's smiling so big and he's just so full of joy 🥹🥹🥹 later you're laying together and his head is on your chest and he says "you made my birthday wish come true" and he pulls you a little closer 🥹

harry wouldn't let you cheat he would make you break up w your bf first before he touches you and idk why but that makes me horny 😵‍💫no because you sitting on his lap with his hands on your hips ... whining bc you want to kiss him so bad ..... but he just turns his head and says "I told you we're not doing anything until you break up with him, so did you break up with him yet?" and you whine out a no and he says "then I guess we're just sitting on the couch, aren't we?" 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫youre trying to kiss him but he says "mm mm, I don't want to be yours until you can be all mine"

harry who has a huge crush on you invites you to his birthday show and he invites your bf too bc he's trying to be nice, your bf says no bc he can't stand harry but you tell him you're still going bc he's your friend 😋 harry ofc invites you backstage afterwards for the little celebration and he "accidentally" arranges things so you'll be sitting next to him 😋 when he gets a little drunkie he gets touchy with everyone but esp you bc you're such close friends 😋 at one point he plants a big kiss on your cheek and you're both giggling and soon you're basically on his lap and you're sooo close 😋 he feeds you a little bites of cake and someone gets a picture of you all cuddled together laughing and it gets posted on someone's private story and your bf sees it 😋 he gets soooooo mad and Harry's all "hm... that's too bad isn't it.... well I have some leftover cake so if you want to come over...." 😋😋😋😋😋

I have never been sane once in my life so I'm thinking about overstim 🥰 idek which of your harry i like the idea most with but probably aster bc he's so soft but also very filthy 🥰 anyways she gets a little overwhelmed and starts trying to squirm away from his hands and his tongue but he just grips her thighs and pulls her back down the bed to him 🥰 he says "you're not going anywhere until I'm done with you" and she lets out a pathetic little cry when he starts mouthing at her clit again 🥰🤕

#harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles/reader #harry styles/you #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #harry concept #harry styles blurb #harry styles x y/n #harry styles imagine

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mindswriters · 2 years

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eddie munson nsfw headcanon!

currently sitting in a boring geography class and i can't get this shit outta my mind so i just have to share it as a quick quick hc! also this pic ++%%¡%+

warnings: +18, smut? idk but definetely nsfw. also eddie himself being hot af

eddie munson IS 100% a pussy pleaser!!! his pleasure is making you feel as good as is humanly possible

sometimes, like if you had a bad day, or if he knows you're feeling too needy, he doesn't even care if he's cuming or not, as long as you do he's satysfied

that being said leads to some dirty facts like:

his favorite positions are the ones where he can see your face, look you dead in the eyes while making your insides go crazy

if you keep your eyes closed for too much time, he'd definitely go like "hey hey hey princess, you're not gonna look at me? come on, wanna see those pretty eyes while i'm fucking you, yeah? open your eyes for me"

the man simply LOVES to finger you i mean look at those hands and rings fuuuck

having you breathless, devoted and fucked out just from the touch of his skilled guitarrist fingers?? it gets him on cloud 9

for him, it almost compares to the feeling of having you cuming around his dick

he prefers fingering you than giving you head; that because he can level his face with yours, attack your face, neck, collarbones n shit at the same time he's pleasuring you down there

if he feels you getting close, he'd bring his forehead to rest above yours, make you stare up at him and whisper dirty praises like "does it feels good, princess? making a mess on my fingers yeah? come on i got you, let go for me" until you finally fall apart

and then he'll do it over and over again because his favorite thing in the world is to see you fall apart for him!!

ie, overstimulation!!!

sometimes, and out of nowhere, this boy comes to you with tons of stamina, you know by the feral look on his eyes that you're in for a long night

he'd have you cuming on his thigh, then his fingers, his face, his cock, everywhere and more than once

maybe he'd even try to lick you clean after he's done, leading to one more orgasm that reaches you hard and fast

you know you've been screaming and whining "too much eds too much" for hours but nothing compares to last ones

it's all TOO much

and by too much i mean you almost hyperventilating from pleasure

but the after care man just 🤌🤌🤌

even though seeing you lose control of your breathing scares him as fuck, he'd focus in calm you down as fast and sweetly as possible

in the moment he notices you struggling he'd stop whatever he was doing to take of you

if it's your breathing he'd grab one of your trembling hands is his and bring it to his chest, so you can feel his heartbeating and his breath

stroking your face and your damp hair with his other hand he'd go like "hey hey shh princess, you're okay, yeah? breathe through it, with me, okay? look at me" while coordinating your breath (almost like they do with pregnant women)

and he'd always try to give you little smiles, so you can actually calm down and not think that he's freaking out inside

when you start to go back to your normal, he'd soothe you and softly kiss your cheeks, whispering sweet praises like "shh you did so good, you're so good for me, my pretty girl, you know i love you, right? let me see that sweet smile of yours, huh?"

i mean, ugh this man is fucking perfect!!!

after you're okay and just cuddled up in bed, he'd talk to you and make sure that you're okay with everything that happened

"i mean, i know it was too much, but fuck sometimes i can't control myself, i'm sorry, i just love you so much, princess. was that too much for you? because if yes i promise it won't happen again" he'd worry

and of course it's okay for you, eddie is everything you could ever dream about, you know he'd never hurt you or push your boundries too much

and you make sure to let him know that.

after this sappy shit you guys would probably fall asleep, or just take a nap, but not before he ask if you need anything and provide you all the cleaning and loving you need

in resume, he's a sweetie!

hell shit this got longer and more specific than i expected, kinda figured out that i'm too much of a non-stop talking to write headcanons

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #st4 #stranger things imagine

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megumiya · 3 years

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needy | oikawa tooru

↳ pairings. timeskip! oikawa tooru x f!reader

↳ summary. if only your boyfriend knew how hungry you were...

↳ includes. sub!oikawa + fingering + pet names + oikawa is called good boy + dry humping + praising + a little bit of handjob + overstimulation + unprotected sex + some degradation at the end. let me know if i missed something!!

↳ wc. 1.6k

a/n. first smutty long fic in my life sksksks hope this isn’t bad ssjjsjsj but yeah oikawa’s moans have been filling my thoughts lately edited: sorry for reposting again i noticed the one i uploaded before wasn't the edited doc :c

“I didn’t hear you arrive!”

Oikawa’s eyes flutter open at the sound of your voice. His tired body shifts its position on the couch to face you. Today’s training had left his limbs and body sore as ever and the only thing in his mind is the softness of your shared bed.

But your needs are different than his.

You clench your thighs, watching his legs spread on the couch, the fabric of his shorts looking a little too tight for his thighs and especially for his crotch, making the outline of his cock more visible than usual.

“Hey princess”, he says, a slight smile gracing his lips as he stares at your figure wrapped in an oversized shirt. “sorry, baby, i just got home, training started a little la—”

“I missed you” you cut him off, placing yourself on his lap. Oikawa’s eyes squint in confusion noticing the notorious warmth radiating from your core. His gaze lowers trying to catch a glimpse of your underwear when you yank his hair, making him stare back at you.

Feeling his length right under your hole makes you bite back a moan before innocently throwing your arms around his neck. Your clothed breasts press against his torso evoking a smile from you when his breath hitches in his throat.

“A-are you alright, pretty girl?”, he asks, the growing tent on his shorts pressing more evidently against your naked cunt.

You shake your head and automatically his large palms find their way to your thighs, caressing the plush skin as they move up, reaching for the dip of your hips. His chocolate eyes widen when he notices the absence of your underwear “no panties?”

“I don’t need them, right now” your voice sends blood directly to his dick making him stiffen, “I need this”, you coo, batting your eyelashes as you palm his length.

“Princess, wait—” he breathes, his head is thrown back as you rut your hips against his cock experimentally “Fuck―”

Smirking, you start humping against his shaft harder, firmly holding onto his neck for support. He is sure if you keep that pace you’re gonna make him cum in his shorts but he couldn’t care less.

You stare at your boyfriend with hungry eyes, watching with amusement how his face contorts as he gets close to his high. That’s when you stop humping him.

“Why—Why did you stop?” he says in the form of a weak pant as you grab his wrist pulling it between your legs, moaning when you feel the contact between his finger pads against your pussy lips.

“Good boys make their girlfriends cum with their fingers first. Yeah?” your mouth latches at his jaw, leaving kisses and bites on your way to his neck, sucking his pale skin. He whines in desperation as you chuckle. “Mmh? Use your words”

A part of his brain still wants to sleep but the other gets drunk more and more in your praise, fantasizing about being used for the sake of your pleasure only, his body turn into a mere fuck toy.

“I’ll be a good boy! I’ll make you cum all the times you want, princess. Just want you to feel good” Oikawa whimpers, his hand still buried in between your thighs waiting for your approval to start working on your cunt.

You smile sweetly at him before pressing a messy kiss on his lips, rutting your core against his palm.

His long fingers trace the outline of your slit, quickly getting coated in your juices before spreading your pussy lips.

“Yeah, just like that!” you encourage him and Oikawa bites his bottom lip, suppressing a growl when he finds your puffy clit.

Holding onto his shoulders, your nails dig into his skin as he starts making slow circles over the sensitive bud. He stares with nothing but pure fascination at the perfect “O” your mouth makes with each of his strokes, your mind slowly drowning in pleasure.

One of his thick fingers slips into your drooling cunt, eliciting a loud moan from both of you. Giving slow, languid thrusts, he slides another finger in, knuckles deep inside you as his thumb reaches for your clit.

“ ‘M close Tooru”, you breathe, fueling new determination into the setter’s movements increasing the pace in which he’s thrusting his fingers, ignoring the ache of his wrist. You grasp his shoulders, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten.

Oikawa rubs your clit roughly, making your hips buckle against his palm as you chant his name. Your gummy walls tighten around his digits, creaming on his large hand and soaking him. He unplugs his fingers from your cunt watching with a happy smile the thin layer of your arousal coating them.

“Go ahead,” you say and immediately he brings his fingers to his mouth, humming as he swirls his tongue around them. “Good boy, making me cum only with your fingers”

You lean, pressing a tender kiss on his lips as your hand snakes down to the hard bulge on his pants, ripping a whine from his lips.

“Does it hurt, baby?”

Oikawa nods softly, strands of hair falling on top of his forehead as he stares at you with need. He only wanted to pass out on his pillow but now the ache beneath his shorts is too much to handle.

“Want to be inside you, please”, he mumbles with half-lidded eyes, earning a cocky smirk from you.

And who are you to deny when he has been such a good boy?

“Don’t worry Tooru, what type of girlfriend would I be if I left you full with cum?”

Sliding down his shorts, you lick your lips looking at the evident tent, noticing a dark patch on his underwear. You stare back at him, grinning at the blush on his cheeks before taking his shirt off.

Your movements are too slow for his liking. You play with the waistband of his boxers causing his hips to buckle up before tugging them off, finally letting his cock free.

Throwing his head back, Oikawa hiss when the cold air hits his swollen dick. The tip of its, head angry red as trails of precum ooze from it, glistening under the lights of your living room making your mouth water.

You wrap your hand around the base giving it a few pumps that have a constant trail of pants and huffs coming out from your boyfriend as he straightens. His hands move to your hips as you place yourself above his aching dick.

“I missed your cock so much,” you say, lining your entrance with his length, slowly letting your weight drop until the fat head of his dick slides inside you, deliciously stretching you out.

“So tight—” Oikawa mutters, eyes shut tight as your warm walls strangle him. He digs his fingers on your skin, a long moan slipping past his lips when you start rocking your hips “Fuck— gonna cum. ‘M gonna cum”

Oikawa’s face heats up as his cock twitches inside you, a thin layer of sweat covering his face, sticking his brown locks to his forehead giving him a blissful look. You keep rolling your hips at a merciless pace when a broken moan falls from Oikawa’s mouth, white, sticky cum filling your cunt to the brim.

His sounds are enough to make your walls convulse too, milking him dry as you throw your head back, feeling hot spurts hitting your cervix.

“Tooru, more~” you mewl and his hips instinctively buckle up, desperately fucking his cum inside you, “~Need more of you”

“Princess, I—nghhhh” your hands travel to his chest, pinching his sensitive nipples and rolling them between your fingers drawing out the sweetest sounds from the setter. “—It’s too much!”

“But you said you’ll make me cum as many times as I want” you pout, halting your movements and staring at his fucked out expression with needy eyes. Oikawa looks down, remembering his words. He didn’t think you’ll be this insatiable tonight. “Just one more, okay?”

He hardens again. Wondering how you’ll use him next was strangely arousing and with a weak nod, he grounds your hips, helping you ride his sensitive cock, ignoring the pain.

“Good boy” you praise, starting to bounce on his dick, ripping a stream of moans from his pretty mouth.

Finally, you remove your upper piece of clothing smoothly, allowing an eager Oikawa to latch his lips to your breasts.

Between whines and huffs, he licks your nipple as his hand fondles your other tit, squeezing the soft flesh eliciting a whimper from you, a familiar heat nestling in your lower belly, making your eyes roll.

Oikawa feels your pussy walls starting to spasm around him, Using the last bit of his energy, he grounds his feet on the floor to thrust up into you, searching for your climax.

But the urge to cum is too big for him. His hips stutter for a moment before he paints your insides white, grasping firmly the skin of your hips.

“Sorry, sorry—” he whimpers with red cheeks before hissing at the extra sensitivity. Taking a shaky breath, he slams his hips upwards with deadly precision, hitting that spongy spot that had you gushing in seconds.

Your mouth falls open, letting out a strangled moan, finally coming undone. The mix between your juices and his cum soak his lap and part of his shorts.

Covered in sweat, you both collapse on the couch, panting, completely exhausted.

“Thank you.” you say after a couple of minutes, pressing your cheek against his bare chest, suddenly yelping when his hand gropes your ass harshly.

“Ah, don’t thank me, doll, once I take a nap I'm gonna use you like a cumdump”

#oikawa x reader #oikawa smut #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru smut #🍥— cami's writing ;#my.tooru #hqintheclub #tw: praise kink #tw: overstimulation #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu x reader

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straightupsickfics · 3 years

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can i request some sambucky with sick bucky and he keeps stealing Sam’s hoodies and Sam can’t find them until he finds his boyfriend has them

Meep both of these are so cute and work well together so I combined them into one sambucky college au <3

****** Sam knows he's pretty bad at keeping up with his laundry, but he's also pretty sure he's not two-entire-drawers-of-missing-clothes bad. It's only been a week since he last braved the building's laundry room; ten days, tops. And since he's been wearing mostly sweatshirts and hoodies to combat the relentless rain they've been having lately, his laundry basket isn't even that full.

So... where the hell are the rest of his clothes?

Because it's somehow still raining, Sam had gone to reach for his favorite red sweatshirt, but it hadn't been in his usual drawer. He'd know it anywhere, the one that had been though the wash a few times too many, had one string missing, and stretched-out sleeves that had long since seen better days. But he'd gotten it a few summers ago, on vacation with his parents on a particularly cold August night, and he hasn't been able to let it go just yet.

That trip to the beach was one of the last vacations they'd taken together before he left for college, for one thing. For another, the sweatshirt is just that comfortable, and sometimes long nights in the library called for exactly that.

Sam's momentarily distracted from the case of the missing sweatshirt by a text from Bucky... Then another, and another. Three texts in a row from his distinctly anti-texting boyfriend is never a good sign, Sam knows.

Sammy

I'm cold. Come study on my couch?

I'd bribe you with a kiss but I'm still sick :(

Sam smiles down at his phone. Bucky is only ever needy like this when he's down with a cold or a hangover or some other ailment that leaves him stranded on his couch. Steve loves to tease them because in moments like those, Sam is the only person Bucky wants or even has patience for. Sam once to point out that Tony is the same way, but Steve's eyes just go all soft and melty when he tries, so it really isn't worth it.

You're really gonna make me trek all the way over to you in this rain huh? When I'm sick next I fully expect you to remember this moment, Buckybear

I'd trek to the moon and back for you, Sammy :)

Have the germs invaded your brain?

I love you too <3

Sam shakes his head, pulling on a long-sleeved t-shirt, a pair of Converse, and his jacket before making the walk to Bucky's apartment. Hunkered down under his umbrella, Sam has music blaring through his headphones as he lets himself daydream about finding an apartment off-campus somewhere with Bucky next year. It would be nice, even if it meant the laundry pile would likely be twice as high.

Sam's entering truly sappy territory, envisioning the two of them adopting a cat, waking up together every day, kissing the crook of Bucky's neck while he cooks them dinner... And before he knows it, he's outside Bucky's door. He lets himself in with the key Bucky had given him a few months ago, and finds two things upon entering the living room.

First, Bucky really does look sick, taken out by the cold that's been making its way through the engineering program these last few weeks. His nose is flushed pink, and he looks like he'd only just woken up from a nap. Bucky's long hair is pulled loosely back, a few strands falling onto his pale face, and there are mugs and tissues on just about every available surface.

Second, Bucky is wearing his sweatshirt. The vacation hoodie, missing string and all, is draped around Bucky's shivering frame, visible even beneath the monstrous pile of blankets he'd managed to assemble for himself.

"You came," Bucky says, tired eyes softening when he looks at Sam. He holds out a hand for Sam to join him on the couch, shooting him an apologetic look when he has to turn to the side and cough into his elbow. It sounds like it hurts, and Sam can't help but wince at the sound. He really must be feeling bad.

"I came. Freezing cold because I couldn't find a single sweatshirt to wear in this rain. You wouldn't know anything about that, now would you?" Sam asks, sliding down onto the couch beside his boyfriend.

"Oh," Bucky says, flashing him a tired smile. "I... might?"

Sam rolls his eyes. "Didn't know I was dating a common thief," he says.

"I get cold!" Bucky defends. His voice sounds rough with congestion, and Sam feels himself soften. "And I like this one. Smells like you," Bucky continues. "You know, back when I could smell things," he sighs.

"Yeah, yeah," Sam says. "Germ it up. That's like a family heirloom."

This gets him a laugh, one that quickly turns into another coughing fit. "We have very different definitions of the word heirloom, Samuel."

Before Sam can argue the point, though, Bucky's nose twitches, and Sam watches his face scrunch up against the ticklish feeling, then crumble as he leans forward, sneezing a good few times in quick succession.

“Hehhngsh! HhHEhsschhhew! Hdt!...H'essSSHHhhoo!” Bucky sniffles into the ragged handful of tissues he has clutched in his hand, and Sam grabs a few more from the box and passes them to him.

"Bless you, Buck," Sam says, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "You sound worse than you did on the phone yesterday."

"Stark got me sick," Bucky groans. "He gave me the plague."

"Wasn't Steve sick last week too?"

Bucky glowers at him. "Tony was first, and he's germier."

"Right. The fact that you spend every waking hour you're not with me with Steve has nothing to do with it," Sam nods like this makes any sense at all. "Have you taken anything recently?"

"DayQuil, a little earlier," Bucky explains, making a face. "Mostly I just keep falling asleep."

"You do look exhausted," Sam says softly, running his thumb along the dark circles beneath Bucky's eyes. He can almost feel Bucky melt into the soft touch, and lifts his palm up to rest on his cheek. "You're lucky you're cute, you know that? No one else would have me walking in a monsoon."

"You love me," Bucky says, sighing as Sam pulls him into a hug. He really is the clingiest sick person Sam's ever met, but he can't find it in himself to complain, even if Bucky is wearing a stolen hoodie, and Sam will most definitely be sick this time next week.

"You're a thief, and a menace," Sam says, tucking a stray strand of dark hair back behind Bucky's ear.

"I'll wash it!" Bucky says. "I'll do the rest of your laundry next time I do mine, will that make up for it? You hate laundry."

"We can do it together when you feel better, how's that?" Sam offers, mind drifting back to his earlier thoughts of a future life together, which would almost certainly include regular laundry days. More sick days, too, he knows. Neither of those things sound quite so bad with Bucky curled up against him like his life depended on it. "And I do love you," he adds.

"You know, if you stay over tonight, you won't have to go back out in the rain," Bucky mumbles into Sam's shoulder.

"Smooth," Sam laughs. "Should we find a movie for you to fall asleep to?"

Bucky mutters something incomprehensible, his face smushed against Sam, his voice wrecked with congestion.

Sam decides on an old rom-com he used to watch with Sarah when she was sick growing up, and settles himself in to listen to the rain fall as Bucky's breathing evens out into soft, snuffling snores against him.

#my fic #sam//bucky #anonymous #idk but sam having an emotional support sweatshirt and bucky stealing it when he's sick is the cutest idea ever

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touyasdoll · 3 years

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Complicated - Chapter Two

Chapter One: Here

Pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x reader

Warnings: self-degradation/self-doubt

Word count: 2.2k

A/n: Gonna rework this and ditch the first person POV, jsyk.

A/n pt. 2: This story does contain spoilers for the show/manga. The dates/ages of characters are going to be shifted around a bit.

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It's been two days. Is he gonna call? Text? Completely forget I exist?

I sigh, trying to expel the anxiety balled up in the pit of my stomach.

Why would he call? We talked for, what, five minutes? He seemed older too. You were in your damn school uniform, idiot. He's obviously got more important shit to do than chat up a schoolgirl who can't mind her own fucking business.

"Ugh," I groan to no one but myself in my apartment. "I'm really just the biggest fucking jackass, aren't I?"

Flopping down on my bed, I let out another weighty sigh and bury my face in the plethora of pillows piled beneath me.

Relax. Maybe he'll text. Maybe he won't. And if he doesn't he's just sparing you the embarrassment that you would inevitably bring upon yourself.

A yawn escapes my lips as I feel a wave of drowsiness wash over me. Glancing at the clock, I could see it was hardly 5 PM.

Fucked up sleep schedule, here I come.

The familiar comfort of my bed allows me to quiet my thoughts enough to fall into a shallow sleep, until I'm startled awake by a vibrating sensation coming from underneath my chin.

I blink against the harsh light emitting from my phone, squinting to see who was disturbing me.

What the--oh shit!

It was an unknown number. Recognizing that it could be him, I sit up faster than I have ever managed to after a nap and fumble the phone into my palm, eagerly sliding my thumb across the screen to accept the call.

"Hello?"

My breath hitches and I bite my lip in anticipation as I wait, eager to hear his deep, silky voice on the other end.

But the pause on the other side of the line seems just a little too long. Something is off.

Is this him? Is it..just some creep? A prank? What the hell?

"We've been trying to reach you about your car's extended warranty."

My eyes slam shut, a shake reverberating through my spine as a cocktail of anger and embarrassment wash over me.

That's it. Hope is off limits from now on.

"Fucking great."

I tap the end button, half ready to throw my phone out the window.

Instead, I decide to check and see if I missed anything else while I was out.

Hope is off limits.

I shake my head, trying to erase the little embers of hope that persist, praying that maybe he did reach out.

To my surprise, there's a text from an unrecognized number.

Unknown: You free tonight, doll?

Holy shit.

Looking above the message, I see: Today 6:58 PM. I wince as I dare to look at the clock, which mercifully reads 7:26 PM.

Tapping the text box, I don't give myself the chance to overthink this opportunity.

Me: For you? Sure thing.

Tossing my phone onto the bed, I nod my head, processing the sudden burst of confidence I seem to have found.

I'm not like this. What is it about this guy? He's just that--a guy. One that I don't know. And now I'm just gonna meet up with him?

He's literally a stranger. Who the hell do I think I am?? Is my vagina just running things now? Gonna run out and meet up with some strange dude, because he's pretty and charming?

You know who else was pretty and charming?? Ted Bundy.

That's right, you said it. This is dumb, logically. This is everything everyone’s ever warned you about.

My phone buzzes and my heart rate spikes in response, tearing me from my spiraling doubts.

Unknown: Our spot. 30 minutes. See you there.

A noise that I've certainly never made before eeks past my lips as I process his instructions.

Fuck it. The possibility of this guy being a serial killer has been assessed. I'm going, risks be damned.

You're an idiot. You're an idiot. You're an idiot.

I sigh for the umpteenth time today, waging war in my own mind.

I don't know what it is about him, but I have to see him again. Nothing bad is going to happen. It'll be fine.

That's what I tell myself as I exhale, until I catch my reflection.

My hair is disheveled, my mascara askew. I didn't even bother to take off my uniform before I passed out.

As if I weren't flustered enough, now I gotta make myself looking somewhere near presentable and get down there in time.

Here goes nothing.

Fifteen minutes fly by and I think I've managed it as I step back to look myself over in the mirror once more.

The shortest pair of high-waisted shorts I own, paired with a low-cut black crop top and my favorite slip-ons. My make-up doesn't look perfect and there's not much of it, but it's touched up, and my hair is at least brushed.

Okay, no turning back now.

Grabbing my keys, I tuck my phone in my back pocket and make my way to the meeting place.

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Our spot. The man is smooth and I think that he knows it.

I re-read the last message he sent for probably the thirteenth time in the past five minutes.

The clock in the corner of the screen reads 8:02.

Maybe he won’t show. Maybe this is a joke. He and his buddies with come around a corner and laugh as they speed off.

Damn, can I chill? No. He’s going to be here. And I’m going to act like a human fucking being. A normal girl. Someone he could like; I’m capable of that.

Aren’t I?

Scanning my surroundings yet again, I take in the scenery. I never really get out at night, but the city looks so pretty this way. There’s not too much traffic, especially considering that it’s a Friday night, but there are some people milling about up and down the sidewalk. Some look like they’re on their way home. Some look like they’re on their way out for a night on the town.

“Hey there.”

My eyes are quick to follow the sound of his voice. I look up and he’s strolling up to the bench where I’m seated, the same one where I bandaged his arm the other day.

His hands are shoved in his front pockets, thumbs pushed through the belt loops of the tight, black jeans he’s sporting. His white t-shirt dangles off of his frame in a way that suits him, offering a glimpse of his muscular chest. A black coat completes his ensemble and he certainly looks the part of the typical bad boy.

But, damn, does it look so good on him.

“Hey, there. How’s the arm?”

I scoot over a bit, allowing for ample space between us if he were to take a seat. To my surprise, he sits towards the middle of the bench, so that his thigh brushes against mine as he settles.

I tuck my hair behind my ear, glancing down and covering the noise I want to make with a quiet clearing of my throat.

“It’s good. You do make a pretty decent nurse, sweetheart.”

He grins and pulls his coat sleeve back, revealing the still bandaged wound.

“Wait, have you changed that?”

You’re such a mom. You better hope he’s into MILFs, because otherwise this ain’t gonna get you where you wanna go, girl.

His brow furrows in an expression that tells me all I need to know before he even speaks.

“What do you mean? Changed what?”

A quiet sigh leaves my lungs as I hold out my hand.

“May I?”

His puzzled expression doesn’t falter, but he shrugs and offers his forearm up for inspection.

Carefully, I pull back the tape holding the bandages together and slowly begin to unwrap them.

That is, until the smell hits me. I barely catch of glimpse of the reddened skin before my nostrils detect the scent of burned flesh and excess viscera.

“Oh, dear. Have you even unwrapped this thing?”

Trying not to agitate anything further, I delicately wrap the bandages back around his arm, taping them down once again.

“No, should I have?”

I look up and my gaze meets his, a sense of true ignorance evident in his expression; I try not to laugh. I really try, but a soft giggle escapes nonetheless.

“Yes! I mean, if it doesn’t hurt, I’m sure it’s not that bad right now, but you should be cleaning and redressing a wound like that once every 12 hours at the very least. It’s been what, like, at least 50 at this point?”

His good arm reaches for the back of his neck, scratching at it as he dons an apologetic half smile.

“Sorry, I’m not exactly nurturing by nature, doll. I don’t know the first fucking thing about this kind shit.”

I cock a sympathetic smile as I look at him, sitting there looking almost helpless. I guess he is, in a sense. It’s actually kinda cute how he doesn’t seem to have an inkling of how to properly care for himself.

Because that’s absolutely what you want in a potential relationship. Someone to fix, how fun! Why not open up a shop for broken boys? Girl, when will you learnnn??

“Well, I don’t have anything on me right now, but if you don’t mind coming back to my place, I could clean it up there? And I’ll teach you how to keep up with it this time.”

I guess not today, motherfucker.

“Coming to my rescue again. You must be in a hero course, huh, doll?”

His smile is so naturally disarming as he stands and offers his hand out before me.

“I don’t mind, if you’re sure you don’t. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable and I don’t wanna be a burden. I didn’t ask you out tonight for you to have to play doctor on me again.”

He seems so sweet, so genuine. Maybe he is broken, but everyone deserves kindness. He looks like he hasn’t seen much of that. And as cliché as it is, maybe I can help him. Maybe he can help me.

I slip my hand in his, smiling as flirtatiously as I can manage as he pulls me to my feet.

“I don’t mind. I was kind of hoping I might get to play doctor on you again anyway. Maybe you could even return the favor.”

I brush my fingers against his as our hands disconnect, taking a page from his own book and watching his expression as my skin glides against his.

Or maybe we could just do this. This works too. No muss, no fuss. But oh my goodness what if what I just did was weird and he’s not even interested??

His eyebrows rise for just a moment as he chuckles and glances down, still grinning as he puts his hands in his coat pockets.

“Well, sweetheart, I don’t know much about medicine, but I do know how to give a pretty thorough physical exam.”

Something twitched deep inside my belly as my breath caught in my throat and I damn near tripped over my own two feet as we started walking.

Thankfully, his reflexes were quicker than my inate ability to fuck things up and his good arm reached out to steady my frame as he stepped in front of me.

The delicious scent of his cologne mingling with remnant cigarette smoke nearly made me dizzy as my hands connected with his chest, now completely unable to ignore the muscles just beneath his thin shirt.

“You all right there, doll?”

Long, slender fingers find their way under my chin. His thumb just barely brushing the edge of my bottom lip as he strokes it over my chin.

His eyes are practically piercing mine as he carefully lifts my face to his. Who knew being in such close proximity to someone so beautiful could be this paralyzing.

Holy fuck. Forget fixing me. He can break me and I’ll probably thank him for it.

The strong hand on the small of my back threatens to rob me of my breath all over again and I have to fight to keep any semblance of composure in his arms.

“Yeah.” I tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear and will myself to break eye contact. “You always have girls falling for you this quickly?”

I pity laugh at my own joke, wishing my quirk was something that would allow me to disappear.

But then he’s chuckling too. It’s melodious at first, but then it morphs into a deep reverberation that sends all the right chills down my spine as I level my eyes with his again.

He looks like an enigma personified. His eyes look so gentle and warm, but his smile reads so sad. The words that leave his lips sound like both a warning and an invitation to my flushe red ears.

“Trust me, princess. You don’t wanna fall for me. I’m no good for you.”

Oh, but it’s too late for that.

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mashiraostail · 4 years

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Hi I'm soft, can I please have a fix of Aizawa's S/O taking care of him after the USJ attack?

soft is the mood!

“Shouta, pick your head up.” “it’s up-” “No, it’s not, look straight ahead.” A pause as he shifts, then you huff, “thank you.” You comb careful fingers through his tangled hair. Normally you’d really be on his case about letting it get like this, but given the current circumstance..you supposed you couldn’t hold this against him, he was in practically a full-body cast, after all. You spray some more detangler into it. “How do you feel?” You ask quietly, running a comb through the newly wet strands. “The same.” His voice is indifferent, if he was in pain he wasn’t gonna tell you. You just hope he’s not lying. “Not better or worse?” “Just the same.” He nods again and you hum pulling all his hair back off his forehead and temples, away from his ears. “I’m sorry.” “It’s not your fault.” He deflects you. “I know. But I’m sorry you’re in pain.” You retort and he mutters something before saying louder, “I’m not in pain. The medicine is fine. And recovery girl is doing her thing. I should be alright in no time.” “Shouta. It doesn’t matter how you’re going to feel it matters how you feel now.” He can’t see you from his seat between your legs, but he can tell your frowning from the hardness in your voice. And you’re right. “Yeah. It’s alright. Sorry I know I shouldn’t do that. It’s not that bad really. I get a headache sometimes, but for the most part the medicine works. ” “It’s okay.” You kiss the back of his head and he slumps a little bit forward, you can tell he’s done talking about it. “Do you have the elastic?” He nods at it where it rests on the bedsheets by his leg. He can’t help but feel a little useless right now. He can’t do anything, not a single thing. He needed you or Hizashi for everything, he couldn’t even bend his fingers. “Shouta Aizawa I am not going to tell you to pick your head up again.” You say it meaning to sound stern, but there’s a little laugh underneath it that makes him grin under all the bandages. In all fairness he appreciates your usual prodding, if you handled him like glass he’d honestly simply feel worse. “It just feels good.” He picks his head up again anyways, he couldn’t help it, you were effectively putting him to sleep, your fingers carefully slowly pulling through his hair, wrapping the strands around each other. You just hum at him affectionately, pulling him back lightly by his hair to kiss the crown of his head again, “push that elastic over here.” He does his best, it’s probably not as close as you wanted or much at all to really be helpful but you reach it anyways. “Thank you.” He just hums back at you. “How is it?” You pull away after wrapping the tail of the braid in an elastic a few times, “not too tight?” Aizawa shakes his head as much as he can. “It feels better this way, thank you.” “It won’t get too tangled now either.” You hum, leaning back into his pillows and letting him follow, resting his tired frame against your chest. “Are you exhausted?” You hum and he nods, he’s always tired sure but he can stay up usually...but right now...just sitting up for a few minutes while you cleaned him up was enough to put him out of commission, he’d only gotten up for the day a few hours ago and he already wanted to call it a night, it was hardly even noon. “Why don’t we take a little nap? I’m tired too honestly.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders gently, “and then when you wake up we can take off some of the bandages, recovery girl said she’d stop by as soon as she could this afternoon so we can leave them off for a little bit until she gets here, let everything breathe?” “That sounds good.” It feels stupid to be so upset. he wasn’t mean to get like this, he was rational, level headed, but all he wanted to do right now was cover your arms where they rounded his shoulders, he wanted to hold you back. “You know for, a guy who isn’t allowed to shower you still smell pretty nice.” He feels you press a long kiss to the skin behind his ear, one of the only places exposed. “Take a deep breath Sho.” You lean into him, “it’s alright.” He falls asleep with relative ease after that. When he wakes up again you aren’t behind him anymore. A first aid kit is on his nightstand, and he can hear you pattering around. It takes about 5 minutes for you to find your way back in there. “Oh! You’re awake!” You sit beside him, “recovery girl came while you were asleep. Feeling any better? You could have called when you woke up.” He did, a little, and he felt worlds less swollen, though the looseness of the casts on his arms should indicate that to be a reality rather than just a feeling. “I was gonna, I just woke up so it’s fine.” He shuffles a little bit and you nod. “You really did yourself no favors going back to teach so early.” You scold him, sitting before him in his bed. “I had to.” “No, you just let Hizashi talk you into every hair-brained scheme he comes up with.” You beacon for him to sit up, “you need to be more careful. I know you probably don’t want to hear this from me...” You start removing the casts on his arms, “but you seriously had me worried.” You’d held off giving him this speech until now, he supposed he should hear you out. “When I saw you all wrapped up in the hospital..” You carefully slide one off, “I thought I was as good as on my own again.” You start wrapping his arm in some tough feeling bandages, he guesses Recovery Girl healed the break, now it was just a crack, a sprain maybe. Either way, he probably had about 2 more days of these slings. “I’m proud of you for keeping your kids safe. I can’t say I would have done anything differently.” Your voice gets quiet, “but how would you feel if it were me sitting there like you right now?” He nods curtly at that, not even really wanting to imagine it. You pull him toward you by his jaw and press a long kiss to his forehead, covered in bandages. “She said we could take these off now.” You add and he hums gratefully, “thank god.” You unfasten the wrapping and slowly unwind it until his face is exposed. You’d seen his face a few times since the incident, taking bandages off to change them, it was only for a few minutes but still it was nice to see your boyfriend’s face instead of a mummy man. His nose is wrapped up in a splint and there’s a row of stitches under his eye but at least it��s still Shouta. A couple of extra bumps and bruises sure, but Shouta nonetheless. “I’m so proud of you Shouta.” You take his jaw in incredibly tentative hands, unsure of what hurt or felt tender without the support of the bandages. “You’re really strong..” Your voice is somehow softer than your hands on his skin. He clears his throat, you’d been together a long time and he always knew you loved him sure but it was palpable right now. “I just did what anyone else would do...” He’s really not used to all the priase, part of being an underground hero he supposed. You chuckle at that. “I should have guessed you’d say something like that.” You tuck a loose strand of hair back into it’s braid, “either way, you’re really brave. Those kids are lucky to have you...I’m lucky to have you too.” “It’s been 10 days since we kissed.” You can tell he’s trying to slink out of the spotlight, despite the only people in the room being the pair of you. “Maybe that’s why you haven’t started feeling any better.” You laugh as you move to sit beside him on the edge of the bed. “That’s a pretty good theory.” He agrees leaning forward a bit, of course you oblige him, you hated to sound selfish but you missed him like this, you didn’t mind taking care of him and you always would be there to do it whenever he needed you but he got broody about it...well more broody than normal. Getting to feel him relax into a kiss was nice. “well now that that’s out of the way, we really could use a shave. Stay there.” You stand up and he groans, “I could just go into-” “No way mister tough guy.” You shake your head at him, “you wanted to go to the sports festival, and teach so bad even with all your broken ribs? Well this is the price you pay. Until Recovery girl says the breaks are all healed you aren’t getting out of that bed when I’m around, do you hear me?” You sit back down, “save your energy for the kids. I’m here and I wanna help, so let me.” He supposed he couldn’t argue with that, and your hands felt mesmerizingly nice on the sides of his neck and jaw, his eyelids are heavy by the time you’re done with him, carefully patting his newly shaven skin dry. “Thank you.” He lets his head drop back into the pillows and you hum, “my pleasure.” You say it like it’s nothing, it rolls off you like water, he can’t put into words how much that puts him at ease. “No, seriously, thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He opens his eyes and looks up at you, “I’m really lucky to have you.” He turns your words back around on you. “I’m glad I’ve got you worrying about me.” “Make me worry like this again and you’re dead meat, Shouta.” He huffs out a quiet laugh at that, “I don’t know, I think some broken ribs, 2 broken arms a broken leg, broken nose and a fractured orbital plate was well worth it for all the extra attention I’ve been getting.” “If you want more attention just ask! Don’t break every bone in your body you maniac!” You wanna wack the back of his head but you stop yourself. He just looks really happy with himself, “but it’s sweet when you worry.” “I can worry about you without you almost dying!” You can’t even pinch his nose because of the splint, “seriously Shouta!” “Alright, alright I’m kidding.” He insists, “come relax a little.” You don’t argue, instead you just climb into bed beside him. “How’s it feel?” You reach out and brush your hand over his jaw, “I didn’t shave it all, you’d look naked.” He laughs as you lean back against him, “I appreciate that, and It feels better, thank you.” You hum and turn his head toward you. “It’s good to see your face.” You thumb affectionately at his cheeks and he clears his throat as you continued, “I missed it.” “Yeah I...guess it’s good to be seen.”

#aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa x reader #eraser head x reader #bnha x reader #bnha request

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defschoice · 3 years

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The Foreigner Part 1

Characters Got7, Stray Kids and Reader/fictional character

Genre: adoption, kidnapping, family reunion,

Words: 3255

Summary: One day she gets kidnapped and taken to South Korea and when she wakes up she's in a big room that looks like a dance practice room which it also is and it's located at the company called JYP. She's been stuck there for a few hours over night when a bunch of boys comes in to practice and finds her when they start to speak to her they find out she doesn't speak Korean that well so they can't communicate with her in any way until they find out that she's very similar to one of the boys but still different in a way

Crystal's POV

It's was now Monday the 21th of July and I have now been in this room for 20 hours without any food or drinks or anything. I don't even know what kind of place this is or where in the world I am.

I was sitting thinking to myself about how I could get out or when there would maybe come some when I heard footsteps and voices. It sounded like a bunch of male voices which I'm not a fan of at all.

As I crawled down to the nearest corner of the room the door opened and it stormed in with boys and the light also got turned on which hurt my eyes at first.

When they saw me all their talk stopped and they just stood there and looked at me.

"Hey, little one. What are you doing here?" He said but I didn't understand a word of what he was saying.

"Aish! I don't think she understands what you're saying Mark" a tall man with a brown mullet said.

"Try and let Jackson or Jinyoung speak to her, maybe she understands them" the mullet man continued to say.

The others stepped away when a semi-tall man came over and sat down in my level as he started to speak a language I actually understand.

"Hey how are you?" He asked and I slowly started to losen up a bit because of how soft his voice is.

"I'm afraid" I said to him as he took his arms around me.

"Do you understand me if I speak English to you?" He asked as he took a piece of hair behind my ear

"A little bit" I said as he nodded his head.

He stood and walked over to other boys.

"So what did you talk about with her?" A very tall man asked him as he looked at me.

"Well seems to be that she doesn't really speak but she understands a little Korean" The boy with glasses said to all of them as they nodded their heads.

"So if we s say something to her she won't reply with words? The tall boy asked.

"Basically yes unless we learn her some Korean." The The boy in glasses said as he looked at me.

As I sat there in the corner another of them came up to me and he was kinda pretty for a man being.

As he came closer I became more closer to him I ran up to The boy in glasses and hugged him tight as he took me up in his arms.

"Maybe we should introduce ourselves so you know our names. Wouldn't that be a good idea?" He asked me as I nodded my head and hurried it in his neck.

"Well I'm Bambam and I speak Thai sometimes" he said as I nodded.

"Hi, I'm Jinyoung"

"Hi, I'm Yugyeom"

"Hi, I'm Jaebum"

"Hello, I'm Jackson"

"Yo, I'm Youngjae"

"Hey, I'm Mark"

They all said one by one.

As I was sat in Jinyoung's lap he looked at me.

"What's your name sweetie?" He asked looking at me.

"3276" I said showing him my arm with the numbers on.

Jinyoung looked worried at the other boys and then at me "Sweetie, don't you have a real name?" He said as I just looked up at him with big tears eyes.

I just nodded my head as a no.

Crystal's pov

The boys looked worried at me when I nodded my head as a no. I hate attention especially when it's all on me and nothing else. I could feel how my eyes started to tear up as I thought of everything that had happened and my parents so I just yelled out "mummy!" As I hide in Jinyoung and started crying softly.

"Awe sweetie, I'm right here okay? I'm gonna protect you" he said as I started to calm more down while the boys just awed.

Soon after I was carried over to a couch as they all were starring me which I didn't like as I mentioned earlier.

"We're gonna have to do some dance practice now, so you can just sit here and watch us, for the time being, is that okay?" Jinyoung asked as I nodded my head and they started dancing.

A few hours later

Darkness. That's all I can see. Not again. Did the boys kick me out or throw me back to the bad guys? Please don't! Not that place again.

There's nothing I can hear. It's all quiet. Suddenly footsteps are coming towards me, ripping the darkness away from me. Looking at it, I all this time had a back over my head. Where the hell am I?!

"Well hello, sleeping beauty. Did you have a nice nap?" The man in front of me asked. I just sat shocked to answer him. Big mistake. Next, I knew was pain on my cheek. Where're the nice boys when I need them?

"Answer me, you little brat!" He yelled at me. I jumped in fear, causing him to smirk. Pain from my side always made him happy. A sick kind of happiness. Remember only for eomma.

"Y-yes, s-sir" I answered in fear.

Smirking he walked over to the dark side of the room. What does he even want from me anyway? I have nothing. I'm only here for eomma so she doesn't get the pain and has to suffer more.

Turning all the lights on, he revealed a woman. Tied up, just like me. Please don't be eomma!

"You see, 3276 I know I have never been able to break you. Yet. Do you know who I found walking around in the streets yelling your name? Your very own mother" He said ripping the bag away from her head too. No! Not her! He already killed appa. Not eomma too!

"Eomma!!" I screamed with tears in my eyes. She locked eyes with me. Crying too.

"You see 3276. She is going to suffer too. All because of you. I hate to do this to you. Wait, no. I don't. I know this is the only way to break you from the inside." He craped ommas neck hard caursing her to gasp for air.

"If your omma didn't fall in love with your coward of an appa. We wouldn't be here" He started. Punching omma in the face. Leaving a bloody nose. "YOU COULD HAVE BEEN MY DAUGHTER!!" He screamed, making both omma and me jump in fear. "But no! She chose Nick, you asshole of an appa!" Yelling again he begin to beat her up. Being more and more violent. Until I screamed he would never be my appa. That was the last drop he needed. He pulled out a gun shooting omma multiple times all over her body.

"EOMMA!!" I screamed, looking in the eyes of Jinyoung. Crying my eyes out I jumped down from the couch and in his arms. Holding tight onto him.

Jinyoungs POV

I don't know how long we had been practising but suddenly I heard small cries coming from the couch. I stopped the music and made my way to her. Is she okay was the only thing I could think of. When I saw her I immediately yelled the boys over. How the hell do we wake her? We started to yell her name. Nothing. Shaking her she sat up bright and screamed omma. We locked eyes and she soon was in my arms. Holding onto me like I was going to dissapair in front of her. I hold her tight. Calming her down. What did she go through to have this bad of a nightmare?

Jinyoung's POV

I looked up at the other boys as they all looked worried about what just happened. I hugged her tight as I could feel how she was crying and shaking.

"Guys I think we should end practice for today and just get home" I said with a sad and serious look on my face.

As we were walking down the hallways of the jyp building, Stray Kids came walking towards us.

"Are you guys done with practice?" Chan asked us.

"Yes we are, you can use it now if you want to" Jaebeom replied looking quick over at the girl and back to Chan again.

"Great thanks, mates" Chan said as he did the bro hug with Jaebeom.

Right before he left to be with the rest of SKZ he looked at me with a questioning look on his face.

"Who's that little princess?" He said as he lightly giggled at bit.

"I'll explain it you later bro" Bam said as Chan just nodded his head and went into to practice with the others.

A few hours later

Jaebeom's POV

As we arrived at our dorm, we all went over to the couch and sit with Jinyoung and the girl.

"How about you tell us a bit about yourself?" Mark asked with his soft voice. She slowly nodded her head as she was clinging on to Jinyoung after from what happened.

"I'm 10, idk my name, I have no family and I like music" She said with a cute little voice.

"We are your family now if you want to live with us?" Youngjae said as he smiled at her. She nodded her head and slowly got up from Jinyoung's chest and now just sat on his lap.

"What of kind of artist do you listen to?" Jackson asked her calmly.

"I really like listening to NCT, I think they have a really cool style in music" She said as she suddenly lighted more up in her mood and became more relaxed around us.

"Nice, do you have a favourite in the group?" I asked her whilst smiling at her.

"Yes, I really like Taeyong he's so cool and especially with his rapping" She said as she got all excited about it.

"How cute!" Yugyeom said as he laughed a little bit.

As we all started to clean up around the house, she came up to me and looked at me.

"Jaebeom oppa, when can I get a name like you guys?" I looked down at her big brown eyes who shined like diamonds and crystals as i lifted her up on the kitchen table to sit.

"What do you want to be called?" I asked her as she shrug her shoulders "I don't know, can't you choose something?" She asked looking tired.

"Sure I can. What do you say about we call you Crystal?" I asked where and her eyes lit up like stars in the night sky.

"I love it Jaebeom oppa, thank you!" She said as she hugged me quick and let go again.

"Where's Jinyoung?" She asked suddenly going back to being terrified as she grabbed on to my hand tight.

"I think he's in his room, come here let's go into him" I said to her as I lifted her up in my arms and placed her on my hips as she immediately gripped tight onto me like something was gonna happen.

"It's okay I'm right here, nothing is going to happen to you" I said trying to calm her down as we reacted Jinyoung's room.

"Jinyoung, there's someone here who wants you" I said when Jinyoung came up to take a tired and scared Crystal in his arms.

Jinyoung's POV

After Jabeom left I placed her on my bed and started to change into my pyjamas.

"Jaebeom has given me the name Crystal" She said shy.

I looked at her in awe.

"How nice, do you want him to be your dad?" I asked as she slowly nodded her head while she quick said "Pls don't hurt me for choosing him" I sat down beside her when she flinched a but.

"Crystal, look at me. I'm not going too hurt you, I would never do that. It's great that you find trust in him. I'm the mum of this group anyway, so you don't need to worry and if anyone ever hurts you, then we will take care of it" I said as she hugged me tight and stared crying as I tried to calm her down till we eventually fell asleep both us.

Next day...

Jinyoung's POV

I looked around in my room as I realised what happened yesterday and found a sleeping Crystal in my arms. I sat up and let her sleep as I went out in the kitchen and started cooking breakfast for the boys.

Soon the the kitchen was filled boys who clearly where hungry for the food.

"Hyung, this smells delicious!" Yugyeom said as he sat down at the table together with Bambam and followed by the rest of the boys except from Jaebeom who hasn't come out yet.

"Hey Jackson have you seen JB?" I asked looking at him as he just shrugged his shoulders a bit.

"Last time I saw him he went into your room to check on Crystal I think" He said as he filled his mouth with Rice.

Sooner than later JB came out in the kitchen with Crystal half asleep in his arms as he sat down at the table.

"Hey princess, did you sleep well?" I asked as I walked over to her taking her up in my arms so JB could eat.

She just nodded her head as she rubbed her eyes "Mmmm" she just said yawning a little bit while she rested her head on my shoulder.

"Hey Youngjae, could you and the other boys watch her for me and JB as we have some stuff we need to do" I asked winking at JB as he choked a bit on his rice.

"Sure Hyung, We can take her to the park. What do you say to that Crystal?" He asked as she just nodded her head slowly.

This is going to be interesting as she doesn't really speak to other than me and JB, but I can feel that she will connect fast with Youngjae.

Youngjae's POV

Me and boys decided to take Crystal to the park so we or she wouldn't disturbe JB and Jinyoung hyung.

"Crystal, don't want to go play with some of the other kids at the playground?" I asked her as she just nodded her head as a no.

Until Jackson got up and said "Come princess, I'll go with you" He said clearly more excited about this than Crystal but she agreed with going along with him in the end.

Before they left Mark yelled to Jackson "Yo Jackson you better not loose her, okay? Keep an eye on her and stay close to her" Jackson just nodded his head not really carrying about what Mark said I think.

Jackson's POV

As we walked to the playground I looked down at Crystal as she looked up at me.

"So what do you want to do?" I asked her as she pointed to the swings and we went over there. As we got closer and I started swinging her I noticed a really pretty girl like omg she is breathtaking. I looked at Crystal as I said.

"Sweetie, uncle need to go for a short time. I'll be back again soon I promise but you need to stay here okay?" I said as she nodded her head and continued to swing by herself.

15 minutes later...

As I went back to the swings where I left Crystal she was gone... shit the boys are going to kill me when they find out. I started looking for by slowly calling her name so the boys wouldn't notice that i literally just lost her until Mark came over and tapped my shoulder as i flinched a bit of nervousness.

"Hey Jackson, how's it going?" He asked smiling but I knew that smile and it wasn't a good one it was the I know you did something wrong but I'm trying to kill you right now smile.

"It's going great hyung don't worry" I said trying to play it a bit cool.

"Great then where is she?" He asked putting his arm on my shoulder.

"We're playing hide and seek so I can't tell you" I said trying to come up with a lie hoping he wouldn't find out the truth.

"Why don't you just tell me that you lost her instead of this?" He said looking straight at me.

"Fine... I got distracted and when I came back she was gone. I'm sorry" I said looking down at the ground.

"I'm disappointed in you cuz you didn't listen to me as I said but let's find her before it gets dark, wait here and I'll tell the other boys.

Crystal's POV

As I sat on the swing waiting for uncle Jackson to come back I saw a butterfly, it was so beautiful so I had to follow it not watching where I was walking or in which direction when suddenly i was lost and couldn't find back to where uncle Jackson and the others where.

I got really scared as I'm not used to be myself in a place i don't really know. I tripped over something and started to get an anxiety attack as to boys was walking up to me which made me even more scared.

Felix's POV

As me and Han were walking a little late night walk along Han River we saw a little girl who was sitting on the grass crying so we walked up to her but she started to flinch and get even more scared.

"Hey calm down we're not trying to hurt you, we just want to help you" I said as she looked up at us for the first time.

I took her up on my lap as we sat on a bench when Han whispered to me "Yo Felix doesn't she look a bit like Changbin?"

I looked at her once again and saw it a little bit but not much.

"What's your name?" I asked her while trying not to sound too scary with my deep voice.

"C-Crystal" she said sounding very shy and scared.

I looked at her trying to calm her down.

"Nice. My name is Felix and that is my friend Han Jisung" I said as she bowed shortly at him and he bowed back.

"What are you doing out here alone? Where's your parents?" I asked her as she became even more silent.

"I was with uncle Jackson at the swings and then I got distracted by something and got lost" she said as something hit me when she said Jackson

"Jackson as in Jackson Wang from GOT7?" I asked her as she just shrugged her shoulders.

"I just want JB appa and Jinyoung eomma" she said as she started crying into my chest.

"We know your appa and eomma" I said to her as she lifted her head once again.

"You do?" She said sniffling.

"Yeah they're in the same company as us, we talk to them a lot" I said as she calmed a lot more than she's ever been this whole time.

"Let's take you with us back to our dorm as it's getting late, okay?" I said as she nodded her head yawning a bit as I lifted her up and we started walking towards the dorm.

We sooner than later arrived at the dorm and as soon as we went in Changbin widened his eyes as soon as he saw her.

"Yoona???" Changbin said shocked...

#Spotify #got7 #jackson wang #jaebeom #jinyoung #youngjae #jaebeom fluff #stray kids #changbin #bang chan #hyunjin #jeongin

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splendidlyimperfect · 5 years

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For @oceanwaves-blog, because you are lovely person and sometimes life can be rough, but we always have people who care about us.

Summary: Gray's not feeling great, so Natsu comes up with a surprise to help him feel better. Rating: General Audiences Pairings: Natsu Dragneel/Gray Fullbuster, Rogue Cheney/Sting Eucliffe Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Depression, Music, Inspired by Music, Family Feels, chosen family, sweet husbands, Best Friends, Fluff, minor hurt/comfort, Happy Ending, Gray's a bit depressed, but Natsu's a good husband

“You okay, Snowflake?”

Natsu slipped up behind Gray in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Gray’s waist and kissing the back of his neck. Gray sighed, leaning back into the embrace and putting his hand over Natsu’s on his stomach.

“I dunno,” he said quietly, waiting for the hiss of the Keurig to stop before grabbing his coffee mug. He didn’t turn around, just ran his thumb over the back of Natsu’s hand and stared at the tiles along the counter. “Just tired.”

“You always say that when you’re sad,” Natsu murmured against Gray’s neck. He pulled Gray tighter against him and kissed behind his ear. “I love you.”

“Love you too, mon coeur,” Gray said softly. “I dunno, I’ve just been... work is stressful and stupid things are getting to me.” He rubbed his face, then took a sip of his coffee. “My shoulder’s been hurting which is dumb cause it’s been seventeen years.”

“Not dumb,” Natsu said, taking Gray’s hand and placing it on his scarred left arm. “This still hurts sometimes too.” Gray ran his fingers gently down Natsu’s forearm and across his wrist. “I’m sorry you’re feeling shitty,” Natsu added. “Anything I can do?”

“Mm.” Gray set his coffee down and turned around slowly in the circle of Natsu’s arms. Natsu gave him a soft smile and leaned in for a kiss. “Kisses are good.”

“You guys are so sweet it’s disgusting.” They both looked up to see Sylvie standing in the doorway of the kitchen, a smile on her face and her arms crossed over her chest. Gray laughed, letting go of Natsu and moving over to hug Sylvie.

“That’s new,” Natsu commented, kissing Sylvie on the cheek and pointing to the ring in her septum. “What’s your mom think?”

“She thinks you’re a bad influence,” Sylvie said, rolling her eyes and gesturing to Natsu’s own piercings. Natsu laughed, leaning back against the counter. “It’s better now that I’m in the college dorms, though. We fight less.”

“Told you,” Natsu said. “You want a coffee before we head out, or you ready to rock?”

“Already stopped at Starbucks, your frappucino is in the car.” Sylvie grinned.

“You’re my favorite niece,” Natsu said. “Don’t tell Kiya or Ada.” Then he turned and pulled Gray into another quick hug. “You gonna be okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” Gray said, kissing Natsu’s forehead. “I’ve got a bunch of work stuff I’ve gotta get through. Go have fun with your music.”

“’kay.” Natsu waited until Sylvie was back at the front door before pressing another soft kiss to Gray’s lips. “Text me if you need anything, okay? Je t’aime.”

Gray sighed, pressing his face into Natsu’s hair before letting him go. “Je t’aime aussi.”

~*~*~*~

“Why do you have Uncle Gray’s meeting notes?”

Sylvie stood in the middle of Ryos and Sting’s basement, frowning at the sheaf of papers on Natsu’s chair. There were several crumpled pages, covered with Gray’s neat handwriting and various doodles in the margins.

“’cause I have an idea,” Natsu replied, grabbing another chair. He turned it around, straddling it and crossing his arms over the back. “But I need your help.”

Sylvie raised an eyebrow and Natsu grabbed one of the pages, pointing at the doodles - they were actually lines of music that Gray had written. “I wanna learn to play this,” Natsu said, “but I can’t read music, it’s almost as bad as reading books.” He made a face. “If you play it on the piano, I can pick it up by ear, though.”

Sylvie took the music from Natsu and glanced over it. Sting appeared behind her, peeking over her shoulder and shaking his head.

“This is why I play the drums,” he muttered. “No music.”

Sylvie started humming under her breath, fingers following the hand-drawn staffs and notes that Gray had scribbled down.

“C’mere,” she said, gesturing for Natsu to grab his guitar and come sit next to the piano. She sat down and hovered her fingers over the keys, tapping out a few wrong notes before falling into a rhythm. She played the first few lines twice, then turned to Natsu, who closed his eyes and started picking it out on the guitar.

“How do you do that?” Sting asked, leaning against the piano and watching Natsu’s fingers dance over the strings as he corrected himself.

Natsu shrugged. “It just sounds right,” he said. He plucked out the melody a few more times, then nodded for Sylvie to keep going.

Half an hour and some creative flourishes later, Natsu was able to play the song from memory. He switched over to the electric guitar, fiddling with the setting on the amp before running through it again.

“I’m pretty sure this was supposed to be a classical piece,” Sylvie said, kicking her feet up on a chair and twirling a strand of purple hair around her finger. Natsu grinned at her, running through a quick series of notes and ending on a loud chord.

“It’s more fun like this,” Natsu argued, looking up at Sylvie and Sting. “Now all it needs is some drums and bass.”

~*~*~

Gray sighed, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. The comptuer screen was making his head hurt, and part of him desperately wanted a nap. He wished Natsu were home.

As if reading his thoughts, a text popped up on his phone.

hey snowflake, hows work? u wanna come for super? ryos is maknig that pasta u like. but if u dont wanna be with ppl i can come home. love u. <3

Gray smiled, tapping his fingers against the phone screen as he contemplated the question. He glanced out the window – it was still light out, and the drive to Ryos and Sting’s place would take him along the beach. And as much as he felt like curling up under the blankets right now, spending time with friends was probably a better idea.

The sun was just setting as Gray drove along the beach, soft layers of gold and pink slowly slipping behind the curve of the park behind him. It helped calm Gray’s nerves, and by the time he got to Ryos and Sting’s place, he was already feeling better.

“Hey, you,” Ryos said as he opened the door. He examined Gray’s face, then pulled him into a hug. “Bad day?”

Gray shrugged, returning the embrace and then leaning back to kick off his shoes. He resisted the urge to repeat the usual just tired, and instead said, “sorta.”

“Well, I made linguine,” Ryos said, motioning for Gray to follow him into the kitchen. “They’ve been downstairs all afternoon, I haven’t seen them since they got here. You want something to drink?” He opened the fridge and gestured to the bottles of beer in the door.

Gray shook his head. “Not supposed to drink with the new meds,” he said, settling down at the kitchen table and fiddling with the napkin on his plate.

“Are they helping at all?” Ryos asked, grabbing the water jug from the fridge and setting it on the table.

“I dunno.” Gray shrugged. “It’s only been a week, it’s hard to tell. I still feel weird about taking them, which is dumb because Natsu’s been on meds for forever.”

“I’m sorry,” Ryos said, sitting down across from Gray. “I hope they help.”

“Me too,” Gray said softly.

The door to the basement opened and Natsu popped his head out, smiling when he saw Gray.

“Hey, handsome,” he said, moving over and kissing Gray’s head. “I knew you wouldn’t say no to pasta.”

Dinner was comfortable and familiar, and Gray felt some of the melancholy slip away as they ate and traded stories back and forth. Sylvie talked animatedly about her mechanical engineering program, and Natsu teased her about the guy she was dating.

“You still think kissing is gross?” he asked, laughing. Sylvie rolled her eyes at him, sticking out her tongue.

“You know I do,” she said, grabbing another slice of garlic toast. “And so does he.”

“Have Ur and Xavier met him yet?” Gray asked around a mouthful of salad. Sylvie shook her head.

“I was actually thinking of bringing him for brunch on Sunday,” she said. “I just hope papa doesn’t embarrass me.” When Sting raised his eyebrows at her, she elaborated. “He wore socks with sandals to Félix’s graduation last week.”

“The horror,” Ryos mumbled from behind his wine glass.

“It was atrocious,” Sylvie muttered.

~*~*~

After dinner, Natsu grabbed Gray’s hand and pulled him toward the basement.

“C’mere,” he said, “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Gray frowned, but followed Natsu down the stairs into the practice space they’d set up. Natsu and Gray had spent a weekend helping Ryos and Sting soundproof and paint it, and they kept all of their instruments there.

“Go sit,” Natsu said, nudging Gray toward the couch. Ryos sat down as well, kicking his legs up over Gray’s lap and watching as Sting settled down behind the drums. Natsu grabbed his guitar and fiddled with the amp a bit, while Sylvie did the same with her bass.

“What song is it?” Gray asked, tipping his head back against the couch cushions.

“Surprise,” was all Natsu said. He did some quick tuning, then settled down on the stool and began to play.

Gray watched, fascinated, as Natsu’s fingers flew across the fret, dancing through a ridiculous progression of notes that ended in a loud chord. It was quickly followed by Sylvie and Sting joining in.

The song was bright, energy flowing through the notes, and Gray tapped his fingers against Ryos’ legs to the beat. They were almost thirty seconds into the song when Gray realized it was his music.

“I... wrote this,” he said softly, and Ryos raised an eyebrow at him. “H-how...”

Natsu’s eyes were closed now, and Gray knew he was playing from memory, fingers picking out each note. Natsu had described it to Gray once as colors, splashes of light that jumped out at him and dragged his fingers to the right places.

Gray’s face softened as he watched, memories surfacing of Natsu at seventeen, curled up in the corner of the youth center with his acoustic guitar, hair falling in his face while he played. He was always so gentle with his instruments, even when he was dancing riffs down the fret of the electric guitar. Gray thought of those hands on him, tracing circles on his arms, curling in his hair.

Natsu was gorgeous, and Gray was so, so lucky.

The song ended on a flourish, and Natsu bit his lip ring as he looked up at Gray while the final chord rang in the air. Gray realized his cheeks were wet and he wiped them quickly.

“Hey, don’t cry,” Natsu said softly as he set down the guitar and moved to the couch, crouching down in front of Gray and running his hands up and down Gray’s thighs. Ryos slipped out of the way, giving Gray and Natsu some space.

“You stole my notes,” Gray said softly, reaching out and brushing Natsu’s bangs out of his eyes.

“I did,” Natsu said, sliding onto the couch next to Gray. He kissed Gray’s cheek, then rested his head on Gray’s shoulder. “Did you like it?”

“Of course I did,” Gray whispered, sliding his fingers between Natsu’s and squeezing his hand tightly. “You’re amazing.” He sniffed, looking up at the other three, who were all pretending not to look. “Thank you,” he said, loud enough for Sting and Sylvie to know he was talking to them as well.

“It was fun,” Sylvie said, plopping down on Gray’s other side and snuggling up next to him. Gray sighed, leaning his head against hers and feeling an overwhelming sense of nostalgia for the little girl who used to climb into his lap and demand he read to her. “But I told Uncle Natsu it was supposed to be a classical piece.”

Gray snorted. “I don’t think he’d play classical music if you paid him,” he said, and Natsu nodded in agreement. “And it sounded good.” Hearing Natsu’s interpretation of his notes was... Gray couldn’t think of a word to describe it.

“Well, you know what that means,” Natsu said, bringing Gray’s hand to his lips and kissing it. Gray raised an eyebrow at him, and Natsu smiled. “You’re just gonna have to write more music for us.”

#fairy tail #ftlgbtales #ftlgbtfics #gratsu #stingue #gray fullbuster #natsu dragneel #sting eucliffe #rogue cheney #fluff #bit of angst #they're so in love with each other it's almost gross

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kweebtrash · 5 years

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Practice Makes Perfect (M)

Pairing: Hui x Reader

Warnings: First Time, awkwardness, bj’s, Hui being an absolute sweetie

Summary: I’m still bad at writing fluff but I made a quick drabble thing about sucking Hui’s dick for the first time LMAO. Hope you like it, my sweet cupcake <3

I listened to the steady rhythm of Hui's heartbeat that coupled with the rise and fall of his chest. The same heartbeat that had lured me to sleep also coaxed me out of it. My body was a little tense from being smushed between his body and the back of the couch. We had somehow fallen asleep in the middle of watching some cheesy horror film that bordered on pornographic. Our laughs had turned into yawns and the warmth of the piles of blankets on us didn't help. I stretched a bit, feeling my shoulders and back crack into place. Hui stirred slightly, his plush lips buried in my hair as he tightened his arm around my shoulder. I loved having days with him like this. We hadnt been dating long and we rarely got time to even chill together. This was basically a miracle that opened within his schedule and the first thing he wanted to do was spend time with me. And of course we napped for half that time. It made me giggle to myself. To others we may have seemed boring but to us this was perfect. Warm blankets, a stupid movie, rain spattering on the windows, and tight cuddles.

I sighed softly, running my hands just under his shirt to feel the heat of his skin. My thumb traveled up and down the length of his abs, his perfect body never failing to make me blush. He shifted again, and i could tell he was teetering in and out of sleep. I returned my head to his chest, taking in the fading scent of his cologne as my hand dipped underneath the waistband of his pajama pants to rub at his v line. My eyes trailed down to where my hand rested and curious thoughts started floating to my head. I bit my lip mulling over if I should open up this chapter of our relationship. It was pretty hard to resist him honestly, even though i was a basket of nerves that was always too scared to go past making out. He never pushed me further either and was always a gentleman, always smiling when we stopped and resuming our previous activity as if it was nothing. He deserved so much.

My fingers moved a little lower, grazing over the slight bulge in his briefs. His hips slipped upward making me cup him in my palm. He sighed softly, his head falling to the side, exposing his neck. I kissed the newly revealed skin, trailing kisses up and down his jugular as my hand coaxed him to life. His soft sighs morphed into short groans as he finally stirred awake. “Hey…” he said huskily. He rubbed his eyes and looked down at my hand. “What are you doing?”

“I thought it might be nice to wake you up like this...is it ok?” i asked.

“Yeah...yeah, it is but...I didn't think you'd want to so soon.” He gave me a sweet kiss, pushing my hair back slightly.

“It's ok. I think I'd like doing this to you. Just dont laugh at me okay?”

“I would never. But um… it's a little better to stroke it when it’s wet.”

“Wet?” I nodded. “Oh...duh.”

Hui sat up a bit. “Dont force yourself, seriously.”

I ignored him and instead directed my attention to pushing up his shirt and laying kisses across his stomach. I wiggled myself down a little more, getting into a more comfortable position between his thighs. I avoiding looking up at him for now and kissed my way down to the waistband of his pj pants. I could feel him watching me as i pulled the fabric away from him and set my kisses on the outline of his cock through his briefs. My lips traveled the length of his shaft paying extra attention to his tip. I mouthed him softly as my hands stroked the expanse of his thighs around me. Hui set his head back against the armrest as he slid his pants and briefs down a little further, exposing himself fully to me. I didnt expect him to be as thick as he was nor did i expect my body to react to him instantly. It felt like i was suddenly craving to have him in my mouth. I swallowed back my fears and took him into my hand, guiding him to my lips.

The first lick earned me a gasp before Hui slapped his hand to his mouth to mask his sound. For a split second i thought something was wrong until i felt the pulse beneath my fingers. I repeated the soft kitten lick before wrapping my lips around the tip drawing short pulls from him. He kept his sounds muffled but continuous, giving me a little bit more confidence to take the entirety of his head down. It was a bit suffocating, filling my mouth almost completely. My fingers dug into his thigh as i focused on breathing through my nose. Suddenly his hips bucked and he pushed me back a bit. “T-teeth!”

“What?” I panicked.

“Teeth. Um...open your mouth a little wider so your teeth dont...um scratch me. It hurts.”

I covered my face instantly, instantly regretting my lack of knowledge and trying to showcase my pathetic skills. “I'm sorry!”

“N-no! Baby, it's okay. Seriously. There's a first time for everything!” He caressed my cheek gently, smiling down at me and making my face burn even brighter. “Can you keep going? Please?”

I looked down at him and nodded meekly, recapturing him in my mouth and resuming my slow sucks. I kept my mouth open a bit wider, guiding his shaft with my hand in to reach a bit deeper and forgo the impact of my teeth. He settled back again, nodding down at me to let me know it felt much better. I closed my eyes and sighed gently around him, getting used to the heavy heat in my mouth. My head bobbed and bounced, my tongue gaining more confidence to edge along the sides and trace the veins within him. Eventually his hips added a bit more force, shoving his cock towards the back of my throat. His hand cupped the back of my head, keeping me in a firm place. “Ahh...just like that.” He licked his plush lips and dug his fingers into my scalp slightly.

My hand fell between his thighs exploring the sensitivity of his balls with my thumb. I pressed into them, cupping them in my hand and giving them a lengthy squeeze. The moans he let out made me press my thighs together feeling myself get wetter with each one of his sensual sounds. Hui rocked his hips slowly though i could tell he was holding back. The head of his cock was just brushing against the back of my throat. I tried everything in my willpower to not gag around him, my eyes clenching shut as my toes dug into the couch. He was swelling now, filling my small mouth further. I let out a small whimper, squeezing his base with one hand while the other remained focused on massaging his balls.

“S-shit…” I heard him hiss out. “Babe, hold on.”

I pulled away again, curious as to what i was doing wrong. “Hmm?”

“I-i...uh...i wanted to stop you in case you didnt want to….um...swallow.” He bit his lip, his sweet puppy dog eyes dodging my gaze as his cheeks warmed up.

“Well were else are you gonna put it?” I cocked my head to the side, a puzzled look on my face.

“I mean...i can just...do it on myself.”

“What! No!” Now my cheeks were starting to burn. “I want to try it at least!”

“I didn't know! I just thought id let you know!” He covered his face and groaned. “Sorry, this isnt sexy.”

I smiled and moved myself up briefly to kiss at his hands before moving them away. “You're the absolute sweetest Hui.” I kissed him, humming softly in approval against his lips. “And you're always incredibly sexy. That's why i wanted to take care of you.”

“Ahh...well i-i'm glad you think so…” He let out a nervous chuckle before looking down between us. “I like watching you...the way your lips look around me. How cute you were trying to make sure i felt good...And maybe we can keep practicing?”

I nodded and shimmed down to my previous position, licking my lips before taking him in my mouth again. I pulled him back in deeper this time, making sure to draw the hot soft sighs and moans out of him again. I felt his thighs tensing beside me, his back arching slightly off the cushions as his hand got lost in my hair. He said my name over and over, mixed in with a few curses before i felt his release across my tongue. I swallowed back, gulping down a few times as it continued to flow. Slowly, the tension in his body released and he pulled away gently. I quickly wiped my mouth not wanting to make a mess everywhere and look like those gross ass pornos. I shuddered even at the thought.

I slid back between the back of the cushion and the warmth of my boyfriend, looking up at him longingly. He pulled me into a heated kiss, his taste shared between us. I clutched onto his shoulder as our tongues worked against one another, soft pants and moans echoing in the living room. His sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling slightly and leaving me practically breathless. “H-hui…” I mewled.

“That was the best way to wake up I have to admit.” he laughed. “But i'm thinking that maybe I can practice on you now?”

I buried my face in his chest, clutching onto his shirt and trying to hide. “I think i'd like that too. Practice makes perfect after all.”

#hui #hui pentagon #pentagon fanfiction #pentagon fanfic #hui fanfic #hui fanfiction #lee hwitaek #requests #hui smut

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moonlight-moogle · 6 years

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BTS as Daddies

warnings: dd/lg, slight sexual themes.

Kim Namjoon/RM

ok first thing first

WE ALL KNOW THIS BOI HAS A DADDY KINK

like excUSE ME

king daddy™

anygay

I think Namjoon would be a semi-strict daddy

have a list of rules you have to follow

and lord knows if you break them you’re gonna get punished

Namjoon values trust and would feel as a daddy it's his job to punish you, if he didn’t, he’d feel like he had broken your trust a little

he has great self-control

the minute you use your safe word, he’s already getting you cleaned up and the bath’s already running and he is ready for snuggles

cuz don’t get me wrong

Namjoon isn’t all rules

he would be the biggest cuddle bug.

loves to have you sit on his lap

plays with your hair all the time

kisses your temple a lot cuz he’s tol

low key high key whipped for you

constantly checking up on you to see if you’re okay, even if its just a hand on your shoulder

he’s so patient with you

never raises his voice

prolly calls you ‘little one’

reads you bedtime stories

I'm sorry I'm just

uwu

in conclusion

Namjoon is a very good daddy. you are in safe hands, little one

Kim Seokjin/Jin

Kim Seokjin

where do I start with this boi

I picture him as a very soft daddy

kinda protective

like if anyone ever were to judge you for being a little and living the life you lead...

boi he’d be ready to throw hands

not really

Jin takes shit from no-one and would know when to cut people out

he’s a shady bitch

if someone judged his little girl/boy for being their cute innocent self, it’s their loss for not seeing how wonderful they are

thinks the world is too cruel for your little heart

is afraid people will judge you so prefers if you keep little space in the home

knows from looking at you when you’re in little space

calls you something cute like ‘little puff’

showers you with kisses

constantly taking pictures of you

lives for his time with you

you want daddy to dress as a prince?

done

you want to play tea party?

daddy will bake cupcakes

hates to see you cry

literally swOOPS you up in his arms if you ever hurt yourself and cry

tuts at you and calls you silly when you have a tantrum

less strict than Namjoon

only a few basic rules

“no swearing” and stuff

less enthusiastic about punishments

most you’ll get in terms of physical punishment is spanking

and that’s if you’ve been really bad

Jin opts more for timeouts and no TV time

occasionally will opt for orgasm denial if he’s feeling particularly satanic

best in the game at aftercare.

has set treats, candles, bubble bath, blankets, stuffies, pacifiers - ANYTHING his baby needs

I'm realizing only two members in that this is gonna make so soft uwu

Min Yoongi/Suga

this boi is my bias so um

strap in

I think Yoongi would be more like Namjoon in terms of how daddy he is

he’s highkey whipped for you

doesn’t show it in public

prefers to spoil you with the gummy smiles in private

definition of patient

you could be having the mother of all bitchfits, screaming bloody murder and this boy would sit there and watch until you’ve tired yourself out

just sighs “are you done, kitten?” and wipes the tears from your face

yes he calls you kitten

he always makes time for you, no matter how tired he is

lives for naps with you

loves it when you curl yourself into him

buries his face into your hair because he loves your smell

rests his hand on your neck

he doesn’t mind bringing you outside when you’re little as long as your hand stays locked in his

kisses your forehead cuz it makes him feel taller

he’s more laidback than Namjoon in term of rules but will go all the way with punishment if he needs to

owns a remote control vibrator

boy don't play around

will buy you the cutest onesies and pacifiers

lives for that cute smile on your face when he puts it on you

I'm just imagining him smiling with his whole mouth at you

then kneeling down and taking the pacifier out of your mouth to kiss you

U W U

watches Disney movies with you

loves it when you straddle his lap and lay across his chest so he can wrap his arms around you

you’re literally the only person he’ll allow in his studio with him.

the walls and desks are littered with little drawings that you do for him while you’re with him

speaks more with actions than words

little fleeting touches to check your okay

such a sweetheart during aftercare

has you sit between his legs and massages your arms

hums to you softly and plays with your hair

makes you feel like you re the only thing in the world that has ever mattered to him

cuz sometimes he believes that

Jung Hoseok/J-Hope

OK SO

I think everyone knows that Hobi is quite literally a ball of sunshine

this reflects a lot into his daddy-ness

his little will never

repeat

NEVER

be bored

almost Yoongi level sugar daddy

actually, screw that he’s probably more of a sugar daddy

you literally have any toy you want

half your wardrobe is all supreme and bucket hats cuz he likes it when his baby dresses like their daddy

dances with you all the time

this boy has so much energy oh my god

he’d love to bring you to the park and push you on the swings

shows you off to everyone

especially bangtan

fairly laid back

doesn’t like having a lot of rules cuz he just wants you to live

can be stern if he needs to be tho

punishments are probably limited like Jin’s

timeouts are as painful for him as they are for you cuz he just wants to hug you

this boy would very sadistic in the bedroom

did I hear

edging??

perhaps some orgasm denial?

overstimulation

high key satan

really hates to raise his voice at you

has had a few slip ups here and there when you’ve been particularly difficult

rights his wrongs almost immediately

definitely is not above saying sorry just cause of the power a daddy has

daddy/little relationships are all about trust, communication, and understanding that everyone is equal

Hobi would value these immensely

Hobi seems like the type of person that if you were to bring up littles to him, he might think it was weird at first

but then he’d see how happy it would make you

and he’d be whipped

I picture Yoongi and Namjoon as naturals at being a daddy

I feel Jin and Hobi would have to learn

the fact that you put that much trust in them would melt their heart

Hobi would strive to be the best daddy you could ever ask for

you best believe this boy would braid your hair.

kiss your cheek and giggle into your skin like a lovesick fool

calls you his little angel or ‘cherub’

the type to make you chocolate chip pancakes for aftercare

Hobi would never really have considered being a daddy until he met you

and lord is he thankful he did

you are quite literally the moon, sun, and stars to that boy

frick im soft

Park Jimin

this boy is my ultimate bias wrecker so

strap

the fuck

THIS BOI

THE SOFTEST BOI

whipped™

buys you pretty clothes and takes Polaroid pictures of you to keep in his wallet

you’re his phone background and his desktop background

gives!you!so!much!praise!

calls you his doll

literally just doesn’t say your name

just calls you by complimenting you

“gorgeous, come over here.”

“how are you, pretty?”

is so soft for you

kisses your nose and pinches your cheeks

thinks you’re so cute he could eat you like a muffin

playfully nibbles on your skin to hear you giggle

sits with you and lets you braid his hair

loves!to!see!you!in!stockings!

spins you around when you dance to hear you scream laugh

you literally make him cry from laughter

he has rules for you but not as much as Joon.

has been known to get quite frustrated with you if you have tantrums

Jimin has quite the temper on him and does slip up and yell when he’s stressed sometimes

almost immediately regrets it and feels so bad

god forbid if he makes you cry

literally would never let go of you

c u d d l e s

punishments are like a mix between Hobi and Jin’s

he’ll have no problem putting you in time out if you’re being a little shit

he will use punishments like orgasm denial and edging but he wouldn’t be as satanic as Hobi and Yoongi to use overstimulation

the softest thing in aftercare

cleans you up, puts on your favorite movie and cuddles you in bed

gives you stuffies and a pacifier and kisses your forehead

watches you fall asleep to make sure that you’re okay

will check up on you for days afterward

I literally had to stop like three times writing this part cuz of all my uwus

Kim Taehyung/V

my fuckin boi

Kim Taehyung

is a literal puppy

so playful

you are literally this boys entire world

brings you outside to take aesthetic candid shots of you he later posts on Instagram

a lot of them are pictures of you with Yeontan

or in pink frilly outfits, he bought for you

calls you his precious little babygirl/boy

puts flowers in your hair

loves when you wear his clothes

literally will purposefully give them to you to wear around the house

brings you for drives - usually to go get ice cream

sings to you ALL THE TIME

does that cute thing where he laughs and claps his hands when you sing with him

gets really into it so he’s dancing around the kitchen, belting out Disney bops with a whisk in his hand

your lips are his favorite thing

but has a kink for kissing your hands

just loves to have your hand in his

Tae is literally the most understanding, caring person so if he ever felt the need to punish you for breaking rules he’d have like a proper talk with you about it

“why didn’t you listen to daddy, precious?”

would always be worried that he had done something wrong

it’s his life goal to make you happy

would never raise his voice but he does get frustrated if you’re misbehaving and he doesn't know what to do

Tae!would!be!so!into!begging!

literally, if he was ever punishing you he would make you beg and scream for so long before he let you cum.

might not even let you cum if he’s feeling particularly sadistic

if it’s too much for you, he’s so soft with aftercare

makes you hot chocolate, lays you across his chest and sings you to sleep

will remind you of how much he truly adores you and how good you are

he sings your praises to the rooftops

plays with your hair and rubs your hips

wakes you up in the morning to cuddles and TV

aftercare is one of his favorite things

he’s honestly so content being a daddy

you are literally the most precious thing in the worl to him

once again

U W U

Jeon Jungkook

this boi ruins me holy hell

I feel like at first, Kookie would be slightly out of his comfort zone knowing that he has to care for someone

yano

cuz he da maknae

everyone babies him

but after a while, I think he’d really enjoy the change

you’re his princess/prince

and you rule his house

you are spoiled, let me tell you

we all know that this boy strong

he would carry you everywhere in the house

he’s gotten used to the constant cries of “daddy, up!” when he’s in a room

loves to cook for you

has you sit on the counter with him while he makes dinner

you’re his little assistant chef

sneaks little nose kisses between giggles

loves to kiss your shoulders and your neck

sits with you at the table and colors

always puts yours on the fridge

bounces you on his lap all the time

gave you a bunny plushie to remind you of him

needless to say, it's your favorite

gets frustrated quite easily if you’re being difficult

timeouts are his punishment of choice

usually leaves you there for five minutes

always comes over and kneels down to you

makes sure you say that you’re sorry and then scoops you up in his arms for cuddles

isn’t fond of orgasm denial

prefers overstimulation

this boi top of his game on this

carries you to the bath for aftercare

is so kind and gentle when he takes care of you

dresses you in the softest PJ’s

literally carries you around and bounces you gently in his arms

gets you a bottle and lays in bed with you

loves your butt

taps it gently to help you sleep

sings to you

you are literally his favorite thing

in the world

I AM

SO SOFT

AHH

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skeletorific · 6 years

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Okay. I'm not sure if this has been asked yet, but...what's it like to hug one of the skeletons? Any AU is fine, pick your faves.

Oohh shit this is a recent one but I’ve had it in my head for days

UT!Sans: Its rare he’ll hug you impromptu (unless you’re dating). When he does its usually to say goodbye. One armed squeezes that are warm, but fleeting. His hoodie smells like old ketchup that quickly overpowers whatever detergent Papyrus tries to use.

On rare occasions, when you’re upset and just need some comfort, they last longer. His hand rests on the back of your head, lightly stroking your hair as he hushes you. The layers of clothes soften the sharp edges of his bones and he gives off an unusual amount of warmth for a skeleton. Something to do with his magic storage. He’s quiet, just letting you process and trying to let you feel his presence

When you are involved, its usually from behind. His ribs pressed against your back, his head tucked into the crook of your neck as he breathes you in and asks you how your day went. He likes feeling your heartbeat, slow and steady, letting him feel how calm you are around him. His favorite sound to fall asleep to. In fact he might just drop off while you’re standing there. Sans for fuck’s sakes we’re in the kitchen-

UT!Papyrus: Frequent, platonically or otherwise. Especially when he gets excited. When’s he’s managed to finally get the puzzle how he wanted it and he just picks you up and swings you around, yelling about how great it is and how happy he is to share this with you. He smells largely like laundry soap, with a little bit of MTT brand cologne. He can be a bit poky but fortunately, he’s a fan of soft sweaters which can dull it a bit.

When you’re upset it’s much less violent. In fact, chances are seeing you cry is going to set him off too. He picks you up and takes you to the couch, your head on his chest and his knees forming a natural wall between you and the outside world. He talks rapidly, assuring you that it’s going to be alright, that you and he will get through this.

Oddly enough he’s not much for impromptu cuddling. He’s more of a get up and go kind of guy and while he’s more than happy to set aside some time to cuddle he doesn’t do it much spontaneously. Still, lots and lots of really good hugs.

UF!Sans: He will literally only hug you if you are either dating or in deep emotional distress and no one else is around. Not very touchy feely. Even when its the latter its almost unbearably awkward. He doesn’t know where to put his hands to make this not weird and he just gently pats your back and waits for you to let go. Given how damn fluffy that hoodie is I cannot recommend letting go for a while though. He smells like mustard, smoke, and metal from the scrap he always carries in his hoodie

When you’re dating its a whole other story. Any time alone is spent resting on his chest. When you’re within reach you’re safe. Also, what can he say, he likes touching you, like squeezing you at odd moments or stroking your hair, speaking in low murmurs and feeling your warmth wash over cold bones. He’s usually got a bruise or two and a couple hairline fractures which can make it a somewhat risky process, but for him its more than worth it.

When you’ve just been under threat, or when he hasn’t seen you for a while, they’re tight and inescapable. His ribs are pressing in deep and it hurts a bit but you don’t really care. Arms are locked tight around you and his mouth is by your ear, breath ghosting along your neck as he whispers assurances or welcome homes.

UF!Papyrus: Not a hugger, even if you are dating. Seriously, not about that life.

Two exceptions. One, again, emotional distress. And holy shit is it awkward. Edge is seriously not much for the “emotional comfort” friend. He’s shifting awkwardly, patting your head and muttering things like “THERE, THERE”. And holy shit are his bones poky. The battle body is NOT helping. He smells like dryer sheets, metal, and dust

Second exception. When you’re both involved In bed, when he thinks you aren’t awake, he’ll end up curling around you, face buried your shoulder and arms gently drawing you to his chest. Breathing you in, enjoying the unusual closeness. He’s touch starved and will never admit to it, so this is one of the few times he’ll allow himself a little license. He’ll occasionally whisper praises, soft words, things that take him months to say to your face.

Once you start to wake up he’ll let go, backing off a little to preserve the illusion of space. If you were awake the whole time….congrats on the blackmail material, he will give you literally anything to make sure you tell no one

US!Sans: Like his Tale counterpart he likes giving hugs frequently, and he’s got that extra Sans Squish™ that makes it even more comfortable. Or at least it would if Blue didn’t often severely underestimate his own strength. Seriously, people have ended up with bruises. He gets excited.

Blue is one of the few skeles who know a single fucking thing about decent cologne and at all times smells faintly like citrus. He likes keeping packets of lemon tea in his bandanna because it makes things smell clean.

Cuddling or moving around? WHY CHOOSE? His favorite is to have you piggy back so you get the closeness without the limitied mobility, but he also like you to koala with him and loves cuddling while he does more busy work or reading. Touch can work as an extra stimulation that helps him focus while he reads or writes.

US!Papyrus: Gods he loves hugs and has no fucking clue how to ask for it. Like, seriously, just go up and hug him, chances are he’s not gonna push you away. And he’s actually not bad at them if you can get over the overwhelming cigarette aroma. Got a perfect knack for exactly how long it can last before it gets weird as well as a good tightness ratio.

Once you start dating he likes sliding his hands down and scooping you up by lifting your thighs and hitching your legs around him, carting you to the nearest couch for naps. When he’s forced to get out of bed he is seriously weak for you just koala-ing him and clinging to his torso while he does what he has to. Stretch gets cold pretty easy and this is a nice layer of heat. When you’re doing stuff he fucking drapes himself on you and won’t get off no matter how much you ask, shit-eating grin the entire time.

SF!Sans: He tries to pretend he doesn’t like hugs but he’s got a lot of Blue in him yet. Do yourself a favor and don’t try to initiate it unless you’ve got a pretty well established relationship, he’ll shove you off none too gently, growling.

If he does initiate it its usually in a fit of jealousy, whether dating or not. He’s trying to shove it down the others throat that this is his human, not theirs. The hugs way too tight and painful, and go on way too long. He’s glaring the entire time. When will this nightmare end.

But something changes. You walk in on him, upset over something. The stress of it all weighing on him too heavily. Rus has been out longer than he said and isn’t answering his phone. Any variety of reasons, and you can tell that he’s in a vulnerable place. You ask him if there’s something you can do….and he just grabs you. Wrapping his arms around you from behind, tight but not the usual bone-crushing fare. His face is buried in your hair, and you can’t see his face but you can hear the hitch in his breathing, feel his chest heaving shallowly, and know that he’s trying his best not to cry.

Don’t try talking to him, he needs silence right now. But he holds you quietly, clutching you like an anchor for twenty minutes or more. Finally, he releases you, cheekbones slightly flushed and muttering thanks before getting up and leaving the room.

SF!Papyrus: Not the cuddly type but he likes keeping you close. One arm hitched around your waist is usually enough, a reminder to others the consequences of messing with you. Its also a way to keep you at hand for emergency shortcuts.

Hugs with him are slow and quiet. Long moments in the kitchen, late at night, with your head tucked under his chin and him rocking slightly, feeling you pressed against him. Like Stretch, Mutt reeks of smoke, but also dust. He’s warm though, and gentle, pressing your full body against his and letting both of you just feel each other. He especially likes to hold you while you’re wearing this jacket, looking down and seeing that face poking out of the familiar black material just makes him feel all kinds of good inside.

#undertale #underfell #underswap #swapfell #sans #papyrus #uf!sans #uf!papyrus #us!papyrus #sf!papyrus #us!sans #sf!sans #hugs #fav #headcanon #fluff

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mama-ghostie-61542 · 3 years

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A Thousand Lifetimes

Rated M++ for themes and language

If you recognize it--IT AIN'T MINE

Sorry for any OOC-ness.

Chapter 9

Kihyun

After the stunning revelations of the night before, I was having a slow day at work. It wasn't that I was off by much, but that I was exhausted, so I was a little slow on the uptake.

It was nearing three when we wrapped up recording for the day. Generally, we have more stuff to do, but today was an easy day. We were released to the dorm, and I went to go grab a nap. Sadly, though, all I could do was twist and turn. I decided to get up and read the next chapter.

Bryn PoV

It had been a few weeks since I talked to anyone. I had sent Kihyun's money back the very next day, slightly afraid it wouldn't make it. But seeing his face on my phone three hours later had me smiling.

"Hey! What's up," I asked.

He sighed. "Did you seriously send it back already?"

"Yep."

"Why," He asked. "Anyone else would have kept it."

"But I'm not anyone else. I hate asking for help. If I ask for anything, I never ask for money."

"Why," he asked.

"I make enough to be comfortable."

"Comfortable, huh? What's comfortable?"

"Pay the bills and have a little left over. Out of curiosity, why do you ask?"

"Just wondered. There is so much more I want to ask, but I-I'm not quite sure how to ask."

I laughed. "It's always been my experience, that it's better to just get it out there."

He swallowed, thickly, "Umm. Ok. Uh. What do you do?"

After taking a deep breath, I answered, "I own a yarn shop and I am a Natural Health Consultant."

"Wow," He whispered. "What does a Natural Health Consultant do?"

I chuckled. Most people wanted to know about the shop, not my degree. "I-um-I work with peoples primary care physician to get folks the best healing possible. It's generally in the cases of heart disease, diabetes, and stubborn skin rashes," I laughed.

"Now, that is cool," he smiled. "So, is it just a side hustle?"

"No," I laughed, "But most people don't see a Traditional Naturopath, they see an N.M.D. However, most integrated medicine places here have at least one natural health professional they work with, depending on the clients needs."

"Wow. You really are more than just a pretty face."

"Who told you I have a pretty face?"

"Joey let me see pics. You're beautiful, by the way."

I could not help the blush that slowly spread across my face. "Thank you. I think you are pretty handsome, yourself."

"Aww," he gushed, "No, I'm not."

"Agree to disagree, there, Sweet Pea."

"Joey," he asked.

"Joey," I agreed.

He chuckled, "Do you get the feeling he's trying to set us up?"

Laughing, I answered, "I do. But I think he may be right. You know he sees stuff, right?"

"Yeah, I know. I was the first person in our group he told. Oh God. Umm. I need to be honest. I'm not sure how to say it, so I will just lay my hand down here. I-uh-I-um-I have dreamed about you since I was a kid."

I could tell he was biting his lip.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Tell me something no one else would know.

"Ok," he started. "Um-You have nightmares where you are lost in the woods and screaming for someone."

"How did you," I started.

"I have them, too; but from the other side. I can hear you screaming but I can't seem to find you."

"Haka," I asked, softly, tentatively.

"Hey," He answered.

If I hadn't been sitting at my desk, I would have been on the floor. "Oh, God," I whispered. After a pause, I said, "I don't know whether to scream, cry, or throw up."

He laughed. "Well, hopefully none of those things. Please don't scream, hearing it in dreams is bad enough. Please, don't cry, because I'm not there to fix it. And Please, God, Please, don't throw up."

"Sympathetic puker?"

"Yes," He answered. "I want to see you."

"Not a good idea. Not with what is going on in the world, right now."

"True. A year from now? I hate to try to plan that far ahead, but maybe, just maybe, things will work out."

"Well, there is normally a convention in Hawaii in early summer."

"I will try to save as much PTO time as I can between now and then. Cross your fingers and hope."

"Fingers crossed," I said.

"I've got stuff to do, so I will talk more later, Ok?"

"Sure, I answered.

"I'm gonna say this, and please don't freak out, but I have felt it for a long time and," He rambled.

"Haka," I yelled, cutting him off. "I know. I already know," I said before I bit my lip. "I know how you feel, trust me, I do. I feel it, too. You aren't crazy, nor are you alone." I swear I could feel his smile and his relief. "But, my dear, I am nothing to write home about."

"Are you kidding me," He started, "I have been in love with you since I was 15. Woman, I could write volumes about you, and still have several lifetimes worth to say. You, Woman, You are amazing."

Blushing, I replied, "I don't see how."

Kihyun PoV

I could feel her blushing. "Then I will keep telling you until you have no doubts. You are amazing, you are awesome, and I," I stopped.

"I know," she whispered.

"Good," I replied.

I started to nod off so I set the story off to the side for the night, and got ready for bed. She curled up behind me and snuggled into the back of my neck.

'Night, Haka. Rest well, my King.'

'Night, Mami.'

I was so focused on sleep, I did not notice the slight tickle in my chest that happens with her sometimes. If I had, I would have felt the slight sorrow and could have held off the nightmare that night.

As it sat, she came and tucked me in as usual, but a few hours after I had fallen asleep in her arms, I had the worst nightmare.

I was, again, in those woods, and this time I was the Elk. She was there and that band around her ankle had her trapped. She was screaming as the band and rope that had her hobbled became razor wire cutting into her skin. I could not do a thing to help her.

But, my blind panic and pain must have ruffled the thread between us because in that moment, as I made my decision to lay down with her for support and comfort, I felt her spirit beside me, soothing me and telling me, 'It's just a dream, Love. I am here. Wake up, Haka, it's just a dream.'

In my state of half asleep and still with the residual images in my head, I rolled to where I felt her, and curled around her.

Her touch was both soothing and calming. 'Tell me what you saw?'

I shook my head as echo's of the images assaulted me again. I could still smell her blood in the air. I could still feel her fingers scramble for purchase on my pelt as she struggled to stand, could still hear the echo of her screams as the razors went deeper into her skin.

'I'm going after Joey. I'll be right back, my love. Hold on,' I heard her whisper in my hair.

In less that 20 seconds, a firm hand was on my arm. I had no more than sat up.

Honey POV

I was sound asleep when I felt a small but strong hand on my arm. 'Joey, Wake Up,' was all but shouted in my ear. I knew that voice. My sister. The fog stubbornly refused to lift.

'C'mon. Get up, Lu-Lu! Kik needs you,' was shouted as an outer presence shook my arm.

I was up and off like a rocket at that. She is the only person I will EVER allow to call me that version of 'Red'. And I know that her calling me that in the middle of the night means right now. I took off down the hall, following the sobs.

There was Kihyun, sitting on his bed, tears pouring down his face. I recognized the panicky look on his face as one I had seen on my own several times. I felt the presence of my soul sister, her spirit sweeping past me to settle next to him. He seemed to sag against her spirit, drawing strength and serenity from her. I couldn't hear the conversation, but I knew, somehow, she was soothing him.

It hit me then, just how perfect they are together. I could almost see his head resting against her shoulder as her arm was around him, petting him, in a fashion.

He suddenly shook his head and said, "No. I don't even want to think about it or what it means. Cause if it means that they are gonna hurt you before you get away..." he trailed off, as he shook his head. Then he near shouted, "No. It's a chance I won't take. I won't allow you to sacrifice yourself like that. Not for me, not again."

Then, I heard her again, 'Then tell him or I will.'

He sighed and whispered, "Alright, my love. I'll tell him." Looking at me, he said, "Best get everyone up, I only want to tell this story once. Seeing it once was enough."

Everyone got woken up and gathered in the living room as Kihyun settled into an easy chair with a pillow and a blanket.

From the far end of the couch, Min growled, "What happened, and why are we all awake?"

From his chair, Kihyun answered, "Another nightmare. She thinks I should share this one with you."

As they all sat back, Kik seemed to turn his head slightly and nod then whisper, "Love you, Ghost."

The unseen presence in the room swept off and left us.

I looked at him curiously.

"She went back to her place to handle some things there with the kids," he sighed and started, "Tonight, as I laid down to sleep, I cuddled with my Queen like I normally do. There is a thin silver thread that connects our souls, much like the red thread, but far older. I didn't notice the small flutter of her sorrow, and somehow, unconsciously, it became a nightmare.

"I have had nightmares before of her being trapped in the woods. This time, I was an elk. And while the normal vines were gone this time, there was this black band around her right ankle that attached to a rope and had her more or less hobbled to that bit of earth.

"As I came up on her, she was fighting to get it off. I leaned forwards to help her but the second I got within, I'd say a foot or so, it turned into razor wire and was cutting her foot off.

"I couldn't do anything to help her, and she could not get loose. The more she fought to loosen it, the tighter it got. Then, as she scrambled to hold on to me, I could smell her blood. She wrapped her hands in my pelt and was trying to stand, but the razors cut her deep. I could hear and feel her screaming. As I settled in next to her to offer what comfort I could, Her spirit woke me up. When it became obvious, I needed a bit more help, she woke up Honey. I have never been so afraid for her."

Min stood up and directed him back to bed, saying, "Go get a bit more sleep," as he left the room. When Min returned, he asked me, "What did you see about her?"

"Other than the way she sat? Not much. She is damned good at cloaking. So good she is damned near a chameleon."

"Do you think she would come back and let us see," asked HyunWoo, his brow knotted with worry.

I nodded, "She might."

Min sat down on the rug, between the coffee table and the entertainment center. "If we are going to help our soul sister, we had best get comfy, it may be harder than we think to fix it."

About that time, a presence entered the room.

'He's back to sleep. I figured you would want to talk to me.'

I nodded. 'Let Min see your ankle.'

I have never seen Min turn that exact shade of green before turning that shade of red. When he does, it generally means it is BAD.

'What the hell, Sis! Are you actively trying to make yourself lame,' Min shouted. 'There is a curse here. This is beyond my help. Stay here, I need to go get Ate,' Min said as he stood up.

Ten seconds later, He and HyungWon were walking into the room.

A second after that, Kihyun was scrambling back down the hall.

HyungWon was looking at Sis's ankle when Kiki opened his eyes enough to see what was going on.

'Baby, what's wrong?'

'Joey wanted Min to check out my ankle. Min went after Ate,' she said.

'This curse is very powerful. It will take all of us, together, to break it. Boys, get ahold of it. Kihyun, hang on to her,' he said before yelling for Changkyun.

When he rounded the corner at a run, HyungWon said, 'Mahipiya. Washte. IkiyA nitha Ate kichi Ina.'

Changkyun gathered the woman in his arms and nodded at her whisper, before growling at Kihyun.

"What?" asked HyunWoo.

"That is your nephew."

"Of course he is," HyunWoo grumbled as he sat up, only to be cuffed in the back of the head by HyungWon.

"We have bigger things than your sister's descendants to handle. Unfortunately, I fear this will be too much for us to handle,' He said as he sat back and grabbed his phone, sending out a quick text.

In less than 15 minutes, Hoseok was knocking on the door.

'Ahh. Glad you could make it on such short notice," HyungWon said as he opened the door.

A/N)--

Once again....I tried with the Lakota.

Mahipiya. Washte. IkiyA nitha Ate kichi Ina.--Cloud. Good. Help your father with your mother.

#original writing #my writing #twin flames #twin flame #twin souls #twin soul #soulmates #soulmate #soul mates #soul mate #soul connection #past lives #past life #astral travel #spirit projection #fanfic #fan fiction #monsta x fic #kihyun fic

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melonlordheroes · 6 years

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Merge Dreams: Elise 01

-With the Summoner off in the distance screaming her way through the Tempest Trials, Elise has decided it's a good day for a nap. Curled up under a shady tree in the courtyard, the Nohrian youngest drifts into the depths of her dreaming mind where a familiar scene plays.-

Elise: Huh... this is the antechamber before father's throne room. Wonder why I'm here of all places?

-A small giggle sounds off in the room, echoing off the walls. Elise smiles in spite of herself and lays a hand on her Gravity staff... just in time to bat away a small blast of magic! Still giggling, another Elise steps out from behind a pillar. Part of her is missing...? A wide cut stretches from the edge of her neck down her chest but rather than exposed bone, Elise realizes it is as if that part of her body was just erased!-

Dream Elise: Oh, wow! So fast! I mean, not that it woulda hurt you much anyway- I don't hit real hard.

Elise: Hi there, um, me!

Dream Elise: (Cheerily) Hi, me! Do you know what happened here?

Elise: Nope! Not a clue. Did dad make you see-through?

Dream Elise: Huh? Dad?

Elise: Yeah! Did you fight dad in this room instead of Castle Shirasagi?

Dream Elise: ...I didn't fight dad, Elise. (soft frown) Big brother... there was an accident. Sort of.

Elise: ...Oh.

Dream Elise: Xander didn't MEAN to. I just didn't want him to hurt my big brother!

Elise: A-Are you saying he tried to kill Leo?!

Dream Elise: No! Not THAT big brother. Corrin!

Elise: Corrin...? But she's not my brother, she's my sister!

Dream Elise: Oh... (pause, giggle) Ohhh, did your Corrin not side with Hoshido? You're lucky. My big brother Corrin did. It wasn't fun. We cried a lot. What was it like? Fighting with your big sister, I mean.

Elise: We... she didn't pick either of us. It's a long story but--

Dream Elise: I don't have time for a long story! I'm here to make you stronger! (playfully waggles her staff.) I'm gonna become part of you and you'll get stronger. I hope you can take a hit better. You know. Just in case you have to get between Xander and Corrin too.

Elise: Xander would never turn his sword on Corrin! Either of them! They're his brother and sister too!

Dream Elise: I thought the same thing. (looks down, quietly) Then Corrin went to Hoshido and father said he was a traitor. Anyway, no more talking! We'll meet again some other time. I got a job to do, you know!

-Dream Elise twirls her staff and approaches Elise, arms open to hug her tightly- but Elise puts a hand on her shoulder and shakes her head.-

Elise: Nuh-uh. I wanna talk about this now.

Dream Elise: I don't.

Elise: I do! You said XANDER killed you and that my big sister sided with Hoshido. That's kind of a big deal, you know! Why are you acting so weird?!

Dream Elise: ... (sigh) Okay, Elise. Let's make a deal- if I told you what happened now, it'd break you, okay? It'd-it'd be too much for you. But maybe you'll meet other Elises who'll make you stronger. We're gonna meet again, promise... and I'll tell you all about what happened then. Just get stronger first, okay? Once you've met more Elises and gotten their strength I'll be back and we can talk about everything.

Elise: ...

-Frowning, Elise removes her hand from her dream double. The formerly seethrough space on Dream Elise is glowing red.-

Elise: I don't think it's that I'M not strong enough to hear it... you're just not strong enough to talk about it yet. (smile) But that's okay. I mean... just based on what you HAVE said, it was really traumatic for you. As much as I want an explanation, I see why you don't wanna talk about it. And that's fine! You said we'll meet each other again after I get stronger, right? When you're ready to talk, come find me. And I'll listen to all of it.

Dream Elise: ... (hic)

-Dream Elise sniffles and starts to cry. Moving quickly, Elise hugs her double tight as she starts to wake up. As the dream fades to white around her, Elise hears a whisper that says "I trust you". As her eyes open, Xander's in front of her and her body hurts like nothing else.-

Elise: Owwwww!

Xander: Elise! Thank the gods, you were groaning in your sleep... did you have a bad dream?

Elise: Huh...? Oh, no. It was a weird dream, though...

Xander: Weird?

-Elise rubs her arm and groans as an apple drops from the tree branch over Xander's head. Reacting with surprising speed, she bats it away with her staff and yelps from the pain of moving so suddenly, but internally acknowledges that she seems to have become faster! Xander's gaze never leaves Elise.-

Elise: Feels like I ran for miles in armor...! (wince, rubs arm) I have a lot more appreciation for Effie now, jeez... anyway, yeah, I had a weird dream. And I hurt now. Don't know why, though!

Xander: (concernedly) Let's take you to the healers- I know you're fond of Princess Sakura, perhaps she has something for fatigue?

Corrinne: What's going on, big brother?

-Elise looks over to spot the familiar sight of her older sister, walking over with a look of concern on her face.-

Xander: Hello, Little Princess.

Elise: (wave) Hi, big sister! I'm made of ouchies.

Corrinne: Made of ouchies, huh...? Did you overdo it while training?

Elise: Nope. I had a weird dream and now I hurt.

Xander: I was about to take her to the Healer barracks. Care to come with?

Corrinne: Absolutely. Here, Elise, I'll carry you- just like old times!

Elise: Really?!

-Corrinne smiles as she hooks her hands under Elise's arms.-

Corrinne: Really. Ready? Up!

Elise: Up!

-Corrinne lifts Elise up and onto her shoulder.-

Elise & Corrinne: --AND AWAY!

Elise: (giggle)

Xander: (amusedly) I seem to recall carrying both of you like that as children. Though I wonder if I still can...

Corrinne: I don't know, big brother- I'm pretty heavy in my armor!

Xander: Is that a challenge, Little Princess? Very well. Allow me!

-With little warning, Xander scoops Corrinne up as well creating a small tower of Nohrian royalty. Elise squeals happily, hugging onto Corrinne tightly for balance while the dragon princess wobbles slightly. Corrinne manages to steady herself in Xander's grip and the future king looks rather pleased with himself.-

Xander: Consider your challenge met!

Corrinne: Whoa, big brother! (laughs) Elise, look! You're so tall now!

Elise: I can see everything from up here! Are you gonna be able to walk like this, big brother?

Xander: I am certain of it. While my hands were made to rule Nohr... my arms were made for carrying little princesses. Now, let's see about that healer!

-With some effort, Xander starts off toward the Healer barracks. Elise laughs, the tingling pain in her limbs all but forgotten.-

#merge memories #melon lord heroes

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Hope I'm hitting up the right author here - for the Communal kitchen verse, can I request a fic where (since they have many children now) bucky and tony are constantly interrupted trying to have teh smexy times?

cowritten by @27dragons

A/N As might be obvious from the prompt, this fic contains a LOT of smut, grouped together by ridiculous situations. Almost getting walked in on by kids (no actual smut is going on while the kids are in the room, but it’s a close thing. Rikki is 20 in this fic.)

For Communal Kitchen followers; this story takes place after End of Tomorrow and is some silly antics to comfort you after a rough ride with EoT.

For NON communal kitchen readers: the plot to the rest of these stories is mostly irrelevant except to note the following relationships: Rikki, Jaime, and Sasha are Bucky’s children, as part of a Hydra experiment. Zoya/Zinobiya is Natasha’s daughter via Tony as the sperm donor (sort of… it’s complicated. Read Through Him, Me and Fertile Ground if you want the background on that)

Sasha/Sav is Inhuman, as well as being part supersoldier, so he has some interesting abilities. They don’t come up in this fic, but it’s what Jaime’s looking for; the coldcuff controls Sasha’s abilities and keeps him from setting himself (or other people) on fire

The Long Winter

The meeting broke up early.

Tony didn’t get to say that very often; in his experience,meetings tended to run over schedule, rather than under. But this meeting brokeearly, which meant Tony had two whole hours for lunch before he had tobe at some investor presentation on pain of having one of Pepper’s shoes shovedup his ass.

There were other, much more pleasant things to do with his ass inthe two hours he had, so rather than fuck around with traffic, he left Happy tobring the car home and took the armor instead. He called Bucky as he tookflight. “Hey babe, guess what? Meeting’s out early. You free for an earlylunch? Or… lunch?” Best to be at least a little subtle; these days,Tony never quite knew when an impressionable minor would be listening in.

“Oh, I think I can bring you a little somethin’,” Bucky responded.“Managed t’ get Sasha to eat and he’s actually napping.” There was ahasty scrambling noise before JARVIS cut the connection.

Tony didn’t bother with the doors or the elevator, either. They’dbarely had time for a parting kiss that morning before Tony had to leave forhis meeting, and Tony wanted to make the most of every second of hisunexpectedly long lunch break. He did one acrobatic swoop around the penthouse,because it was fun (and because he was pretty sure Bucky would already bewatching) and then dropped onto the landing gantry and let the automated systemstrip the armor off. It needed to be cleaned and checked for wear, anyway.

And if he put a little extra strut into his step, well, that washis own business, and his husband’s.

Bucky was leaning against the wall, partially hidden in theshadows, arms crossed casually over his chest. “Ain’t you a sight?” He steppedinto the light, the thin tank he was wearing still damp with sweat and histight workout shorts clinging to his thighs. He let the corner of his mouthtwitch up into a grin. “Wasn’t expectin’ to see you til dinner.”

“I wasn’t, either,” Tony agreed. He stepped out of the boots, thelast of the removal rig folding away, and another two steps brought him withintouching distance of Bucky. “Guess I just got lucky.” He dragged a fingertipdown Bucky’s arm. “Your turn to get lucky?”

Bucky caught Tony’s fingers, turned his hand and brought it to hismouth to kiss Tony’s palm. “With you, always,” he said. He sucked Tony’s indexfinger into his mouth, teasing, watching Tony’s face intently as he did so.When Tony’s eyes went half-lidded, he let go, tugging Tony in for a kiss.

Tony melted easily into it, hot and eager already. He slipped onehand under Bucky’s workout tank, dragging the calluses of his fingers acrossthe skin at the base of Bucky’s spine, teasing at the elastic of those shorts.“Probably we should take this inside before another news ‘copter catches us outhere,” he said when Bucky let him come up for air.

Bucky ran his hands down Tony’s back, took a long, lingeringcaress of Tony’s ass through the flight suit. “Let ‘em watch,” he said roughly,then shook his head. “Prob’ly right, though. Stevie’d have our heads on th’table if we’re in the tabloids.” He didn’t take his hand off Tony’s backside,though, even when they turned to go into the penthouse.

They were barely through the polarized glass doors before Tonystarted stripping off the flight suit. He’d redesigned it for easier egressafter the first few Bucky had ruined with eagerness, but it still took longerthan he’d like. He kept his eyes on Bucky, though, wondering if he’d ever betired of that view. It didn’t seem like it.

(more and all the smut below the read more… or catch the fic at A03)

Bucky peeled out of his clothes in seconds and was already tuggingon the autozips that ran down the side of Tony’s leg, pressing open-mouthedkisses on each inch of exposed skin, dropping into a squat. He lingered,fingers sweeping down Tony’s thigh and then gazed up, eyelashes lowered. “Mmmm,hey there,” he said, tongue flicking out to wet his lower lip. “Got somethin’for me, to whet my appetite?”

Nope, Tony was never going to get tired of the way Bucky looked athim, hungry and predatory. Hnnng. “I bet I can find a little something for youto nibble on,” Tony promised, hoarse. He slipped his fingers into Bucky’s hair,curled the strands around them and pulled gently, watching Bucky’s expression.

Bucky ran his thumbs up the insides of Tony’s thighs, the flightsuit still around his calves, too impatient to wait. He dropped a line ofkisses over Tony’s belly, breath hot against Tony’s skin. “Mmmm, this is nice,”he said, voice low, almost like he was talking to himself. “Havin’ you homeunexpected-like.” Bucky rubbed his cheek against Tony’s hip, then licked downthe curve, making a beeline for Tony’s cock, already half-hard. “Gonna–” Andhis mouth closed, hot and wet and slick, over the head, tongue skating alongthe ridge. He pulled back “–enjoy this.”

“Good,” Tony managed. “Be worried if you– ohhhh.” He lostthe thread of his thought there, swimming in sensation. You’d think he’d getused to it, the things Bucky’s mouth could do. “Ohhh, yeah. I’m gonna enjoy it,too.”

The thud of preteen feet on the stairs was all the warning theygot; Bucky jerked back with a bitten-off curse and Tony started franticallypulling the suit back into place. Bucky snatched up his discarded clothes andbolted for the nearest door – the one that led back out onto the landinggantry. JARVIS politely shifted the polarity of the glass to hide Bucky just intime as Jaime came up into the penthouse.

“Dad? I thought you were in a meeting all day.”

“Several meetings, but one finished early,” Tony said, and he waspretty sure he even managed to sound mostly normal. “Did you need something?”

Bucky came back in the room, his tank stretched out a bit so thehem was brushing the tops of his thighs and his shorts were on inside out, butit probably wasn’t noticeable, as long as Jaime stayed on the other side of theroom. He scraped one hand through his hair, the back of his neck red.

“Sasha needs a new coldcuff and the spares are all lockedup,” Jaime said.

Bucky stared at him. “You live in a building full of spies andsuperheroes. No one can pick a damn lock?”

Jaime’s eyes rounded. “You said we shouldn’t do that anymore,” hepointed out.

Bucky made a disgusted noise. “So, now you’re listenin’ tome? Hell of a time…” He took a deep, steadying breath.

“I’ve got it,” Tony said, patting Bucky’s shoulder comfortingly.So much for Sasha’s nap – if he needed a fresh cuff, that meant he was awakeand in a seriously bad mood. “I’ll go get the cuff and see if I can talk somesense into the toddler. You… maybe get your shower or something.”

“Yeah, okay, right,” Bucky said, grumbling and pinching the bridgeof his nose. “J? Start the shower?” He glanced over his shoulder at Tony, thenadded, “better make it cold, okay?”

“Come on, baby,” Bucky said, after Tony had almost fallen asleepinto his chicken diane and green beans. A whole day’s worth of meetings – notto mention Angry-toddler Sasha, seriously Bucky’s youngest had taken theterrible twos and run with them for the better part of three years now – andTony was visibly exhausted.

(Tony and Bruce and sometimes Hank McCoy had been working onpre-developing the stims that Tony had managed to get addicted to in thefuture, but so far, they hadn’t been able to get it just right.)

Tony mumbled something sleepy, and Bucky sighed, then lifted him up.“I got ya, princess,” he teased, holding Tony close to his chest, feeling thatwarm, cuddly contentment all the way to his toes. “Gonna take you up to bedbefore you hurt yourself.”

Tony hadn’t gone quite limp in Bucky’s arms; he had one arm slung‘round the back of Bucky’s neck to steady himself and he was drawing lazycircles on Bucky’s pecs with one finger. There was a tenseness in Tony’s bodythat belied the half-sleeping pose he was projecting. His heart sped, just asBucky nudged the elevator summons, and so Bucky wasn’t quite surprised whenthat wandering finger circled his nipple, or when Tony’s chocolate brown eyesopened as soon as the door closed behind them.

“Faker,” Bucky accused his husband, letting fondness seep into histone.

“Are you complaining?” Tony wondered idly. He didn’t wait for ananswer, just leaned in to lick at Bucky’s collarbone, then nipped sharply,sending a shock of heat through Bucky’s body. “Besides, I think we had someunfinished business to attend to…”

“Yes, yes we did,” Bucky said, decidedly. He tried hard not toresent Tony’s business, as Tony himself said it more than once, someone had topay the bills around here, but it was hard (Bucky rolled his eyes at his ownthoughts. So hard!) not to miss him, when he was gone. They’d at leastlearned their lesson enough that Tony took the armor with him whenever Buckycouldn’t be with him (and Bucky scared the hell out of most of Tony’s businesspeers and clients). “Gonna demolish you.” Bucky shifted his grip untilTony was upright, legs around Bucky’s waist.

Bucky turned, pushing Tony against the wall of the elevator, mouthseeking Tony’s, eager to sample Tony’s lips.

Tony groaned and met Bucky’s mouth with his own, just as eager.His hips were already rolling against Bucky’s as his hands clutched at Bucky’sshoulders hard enough to leave small, regrettably short-lived bruises. “God,been thinking about this all damn afternoon,” Tony panted. “Boring fuckingmeetings, and trying to pay attention, but all I could think about was yourmouth and your hands and your dick. Jesus Christ, but I need you, baby.”

Bucky shuddered, unable to keep himself from rutting obscenelyagainst Tony’s body, felt the heat of him even through their clothes, whichweren’t going to last but a second as soon as he got the door lockedbehind them. God, god, Tony was writhing against him, climbing Bucky like agoddamn tree. His mouth sealed over Tony’s, mercilessly plundering the silkencavern, tasting. The elevator opened with a soft ding, and Bucky pushed intothe penthouse by muscle memory.

In the very small portion of his brain that wasn’t occupied withhis armful of eager husband, Bucky considered the distance to the bedroom anddecided that the chair was closer. He took two steps to the side and droppedinto it, Tony ending up straddling his thighs.

Tony glanced up as they dropped, grunted understanding, and pulledBucky’s shirt off quickly before going to work at his own buttons. Buckywould’ve preferred to just rip the thing off him, but he settled for helping,unbuttoning from the bottom up as Tony worked from the top down. Finally, theshirt was on the floor, and as Tony reached up to pull off the undershirt,Bucky surged forward to catch one of those sweet nipples and torture it. Tonygasped and fumbled off the tee, then curled his arms around Bucky’s shouldersand head, holding on for dear life.

“I gotcha, baby,” Bucky crooned, rocking Tony up, flexing histhighs to rub and press against the hot vee between Tony’s legs. He unhookedthe placard to Tony’s pants, tugged at one side and let the zipper slide downas he dipped his hand inside. He leaned back to watch Tony’s face as he palmedTony’s cock through his satin briefs. There was nothing – nothing –Bucky liked better than watching Tony come undone. So, so beautiful in hispleasure; all the little worried frowns and the wrinkled knot between hiseyebrows let go, and he was just… utterly divine.

Tony wriggled into a more secure position, tucked as close to Buckyas the chair would allow, and then leaned back, putting his hands on Bucky’sknees for balance. “God,” he sighed, “Bucky… yes, more, please.” Hisback arched in pleasure, the curve of his body as elegant as Clint’s bow. “Comeon,” he said, somewhere between begging and demanding. “Need you. Want you,honey, please…” His eyes flickered shut, then opened again to watch Buckyfrom under his eyelashes, unfairly sultry.

Bucky unbuttoned his jeans, heard the fabric tear as he pulled toohard on his own zipper. Shrug. He had more pants. Twisted in the chair, rubbingagainst Tony with entirely too much unnecessary wriggling, but that was okay,because oh, god, Tony felt so good, so eager and they were–

Knock. Knock knock knock. Thatwas the door to the kid’s floor.

Go away, Bucky’s brain snarled.

“No,” Tony whined softly, head dropping to Bucky’s shoulder. Hetook a couple of deep breaths, and let the last one out slow. “Maybe it’ll besomething fast and easy?” He took another breath, looked down – probably tomake sure they wouldn’t be exposing themselves to whoever it was – and liftedhis head to call, “What do you want?”

Sasha pushed open the door hesitantly, then signed, hands movinggracefully. The boy had learned to talk in the last few months, but particularlywhen he was upset, he regressed back to non-verbal. “Jaime’s sick.”

Bucky jerked involuntarily. Which, oh, god, was probably not thebest idea. “How’s he sick?” Supersoldier kids didn’t get sick. One ofthe perks of being a superhero-parent. No flu or chickenpox or ear infections.

Sasha twisted his fingers together and stared at his feet in anagony of indecision, then finally made a spread hand, thumb near his mouth, anddrew it down. Bucky blinked; that was the sign Sasha used for foods he didn’tlike and anything involving his brother’s favorite TV show, Adventure Time.But also the original meaning–

“He threw up?”

Sasha nodded.

Tony groaned, low in his throat. “Ug, okay, we’ll… Go keep aneye on him and we’ll be right there.” He waited until Sasha had closed thedoor, then rested his forehead against Bucky’s. “I swear…”

“My turn t’ adult,” Bucky said. “Get some sleep, baby. Maybe wecan get in a roll in the morning, yeah? You like that, little sleepy wake-upsex?” He couldn’t help pressing up against Tony, one last time, letting all hiswant and frustration grumble out of his throat.

“Mmm, yeah, that sounds like a good plan, babe.” Tony ducked infor a fast, hot kiss, a promise for Bucky to collect later, then slid offBucky’s lap with another wordless whine of complaint.

Bucky let the first few words of his commands whisper in his mind,just enough to bring himself down off the edge. He couldn’t push further thanthat, his kids were both in awe of, and terrified by, the Winter Soldier. Justenough frost to cool himself, and then he got up, scowled at his jammed zipper,and then tugged his tee back on. He paused to watch Tony walk, the sway of hiships captivating, into the bedroom, before heading down the stairs to find outwhat was wrong with his son.

Dark and warm and sleepy, Tony floated just below the surface ofwaking. It was there; he could feel it waiting, but he wasn’t ready for it yet.He could feel Bucky curled around him, one arm wrapped over Tony’s waist, afoot tucked between his ankles, breath puffing against his neck, hips snugagainst his ass.

And mmm, that might be a reason to wake up a little more, the heatof Bucky’s length pressed against Tony’s skin, already hard, rocking just alittle. Just enough to let Tony know that he was awake and ready for someaction. After yesterday’s little string of cockblocks, Tony was feeling prettyready for it, too. He swam through the sleepy lethargy to push back intoBucky’s body, to tip his head and turn it enough to see Bucky’s face when heopened one eye. “Mmm, morning, sweetheart.”

“Hey gorgeous,” Bucky answered. He was sporting some epic bedhead,long mahogany hair flat on one side and curling against his neck on the other.He nuzzled at Tony’s neck, breath stirring the fine hair at the back of Tony’sskull, sending flash-pulses of sensation across Tony’s nerves. His left handtraced a line, so soft, down Tony’s arm, across his ribs, and rested on hiship. The click of tiny, delicate plates in his fingers made an interestingcounterpoint to Tony’s pulse. He licked down Tony’s spine, slithering lowerinto the bed with each wet, warm kiss.

Tony hummed with interest, his entire body waking up and comingalight one bit at a time, like watching a computer boot up. He slid his fingersover Bucky’s metal ones, feeling the little plates catch against his skin, thendragged a slow line up the arm toward Bucky’s shoulder, as far as he couldreach without rolling over to disturb Bucky’s progress. “And a good morning itis,” he purred, letting himself luxuriate in the electric zings of pure lustthat Bucky’s mouth was pressing into him.

“God, you taste good,” Bucky rumbled. “Could jus’ eat you alive.”He made it down to the base of Tony’s spine, licking that flat triangle there,hand firm on Tony’s hip, pinning him in place. He nipped the curve of Tony’sass and deposited a kiss on his buttcheek.

Gently, he rolled Tony over, ass up, fingers teasing at the backof his thighs, just under his ass, encouraging him to rut against the sheets.“Oh, god, I like to watch that, look at you, baby,” Bucky said, his voicehoarse with wanting.

“Look all you want,” Tony said, stretching his arms out andburying them under the pillows, “but more touching would be good, too. I’mdefinitely on board with more of the touching.”

“Uh-huh,” Bucky said. He sat up, smacked a light hand down onTony’s cheek, just enough to elicit a squeak. “I’ll take care of you,babydoll.” He ran a finger down Tony’s crack. He reached across Tony with theother hand, fumbling on the bedside table and found the lube. A soft snick, andthen Bucky was drawing a silicone-slick circle around his hole. “Like this,baby, you want it?”

“God, yes,” Tony said. Barely awake and already half-begging. Hedidn’t care; it had been too long and an even more torturous wait than usual.“Need you in me, want it hard.” He shivered at only the thought; hewanted to feel the ache for the whole rest of the day. And then go againtonight, maybe, too. Yeah, that would be… Mmm. He rolled his hips up,inviting more.

Bucky leaned over him, pushing and testing at the muscles there.“Tony, yes,” he growled, low and eager. “You got it…” Bucky made a soft,wanting sound as Tony clenched down on his finger. “Get up on your knees, baby,grab the headboard. I am gonna fuck you right through the mattress.”

“Oh, god yes…” Tony pushed up onto his hands and knees,then groped for the headboard. It shouldn’t have been as difficult as it was,but Bucky was teasing at his opening, pushing and tugging, and god…

“Sir,” JARVIS said neutrally. “I have rather an urgent call foryou both from Ms. Barnes.”

“We’re busy, J,” Tony gritted.

“Yes, sir,” JARVIS agreed, “but she says the matter will notwait.”

“I’m gonna cry,” Bucky complained, then, “put her through, voiceonly.” He took a few breaths, then, “What is it, Rishka?”

“Father, Tony,” Rikki said. She didn’t sound anything other thanmildly annoyed. “Ellie got a flash she thought you should know about. She says–” in the background, Ellie’s voice. Not her normal, smart-ass sarcasm, butthe sleepy, almost dreamy tones of the seer “–that you shouldn’t do what youwere about to do. Tony’s gonna break his wrist when the bed colla– OH, GOD,ELLIE, GROSS! You didn’t tell me they were fucking. Oh, god, oh, god,I’m hanging up now.” The line went dead.

“Is this a joke?” Bucky demanded of no one.

“Ellie doesn’t usually joke about her visions,” Tony pointed outreluctantly. He sat back on his heels and looked down at his hands. “I…really cannot afford a broken wrist right now.”

Bucky closed his eyes for a long moment. “Right, right,okay, yeah, I… no, that’s fine, Tony, you don’t, I know.” He blew out a puff ofair and then rolled to his feet, reaching for his clothes. He tamed his hairinto a messy bun. “I’m… gonna go find Steve and go for a run. An’… maybe weshould think about replacin’ the bed? I mighta… done some structural damage toit, or somethin’? I’ll… sorry, babe, I’ll be back soon.” He leaned over,quicklike, and pecked Tony on the mouth, before striding out of the penthouse,running shoes in one hand.

Tony watched him go sadly. “Structural damage, right. Project fortoday, I guess.” He flopped back down on the bed with a sigh.

The bed creaked ominously. Maybe it was for the best that they’dstopped when they did.

“Definitely the project for today.”

As if in agreement, the bed creaked again and then one side of itcollapsed, rolling Tony onto the floor. The headboard wobbled for half a secondand then collapsed the other way, and – yep, if Tony had been holding it wherehe usually did, it would’ve trapped his hand and probably broken something.

Damn it.

The bedroom was obviously cursed, that was the only fuckingexplanation for the last two days. And the shop, his usual back-up spot forgetting his husband alone and naked, was out because Jaime’s tutors had givenhim some fairly hefty projects and Jaime was in and out of the shop at allhours as inspiration struck.

Bucky was within an inch of stealing one of the quinjets forrecreational purposes, putting it on the ceiling on autopilot and nailing Tonyon the rather uncomfortable back benches. No one could accidentally walk in onthem at fifty thousand feet.

He’d gone down to the shop anyway to prompt Tony into rememberingthat eating was a thing, following along behind his husband like a junkyard dogand feeling miserable about it, when he spotted the weapons’ locker. No one wasever in there, except Bucky when he’d lost another pistol and needed areplacement in a hurry. Everyone had their specialty weapons, designed andmanufactured by Tony; these were just spares. So even if there was a call toAssemble, no one would come in there, at least.

Bucky nudged Tony, grabbing the back of his rock-and-roll teebefore he got into the elevator and raised his eyebrows, tipping his chin atthe door. “Wanna make a pit stop, babe?” He licked his lips, not quite meaningto, but god damn he was almost in pain from wanting Tony so bad.

Tony’s eyes flicked to Bucky’s mouth, pavlovian, and then to thedoor. “In there?” His voice spiralled with disbelief. A second later, his brainseemed to catch up with the rest of his body, and he nodded fast. “Yeah, yes,good idea, let’s– Oh, god, all the damn ‘blocks, I’m wound so tight…”He thumbed the lock and shoved the door open, all but tumbling through.

Bucky took care to lock the door behind them before pouncing onhis husband, kissing frantically, biting at Tony’s mouth like he was starving.He wasn’t even being gentle, necking with Tony like they were teens at a movie,one hand already on Tony’s fly. “Wanna taste you, baby, gotta, oh, letme,” he babbled. He stroked Tony a few times through his pants, feeling him up.Groaned as Tony stiffened against his palm.

Tony leaned back against the wall and spread his legs, and thatwas all the invitation Bucky needed. He fell to his knees and took hold ofTony’s pants–

There was a sound. At the door. Bucky froze.

“What is it?” Tony asked, whispering. His hand crept toward hiswatch, which had all kinds of protective toys hidden in it.

The pinwheel hatchlock spun, slow and unsteady. That shouldn’thappen; there hadn’t been an alert. Bucky reached over, his fingers searchinguntil he found the grip of a pistol. They were usually stored loaded, unlesssomeone had fucked up, at least. He stepped forward, letting Tony take up ashielded position behind him.

The door cracked, then opened…

A tiny person pushed into the room and slammed the door shutagain, giggling.

“Zinny,” Tony said, sounding somehow both exasperated andrelieved. “What are you doing in here?”

Zoya turned huge, rounded eyes up at them. “Shhh!” she commanded.“Hidin’ seep!”

Bucky thumbed the safety and tucked the pistol in at the small ofhis back. “The door was locked,” he pointed out. Of course, now one ofthe genius-spy-assassin-monkey-children could pick a lock. Of course.

“Best hidin’!” Zoya proclaimed happily. “You hide too, Unca Buckyan’ Unca Tony?”

“I guess so,” Tony said drily, obediently lowering his voice forher. “Who are we playing hide-and-seek with?”

The hatch spun again and Zoya squealed, running around behind oneof the archery racks, eyes wide.

Tash poked her head in the doorway. She was holding a bowl in onehand and had a fork wedged firmly in her mouth. “Zin,” she muttered around hermouthful, sighed in exasperation, and pushed the fork into a bowl of greens. “Notthe weapons room, I said –” She stopped, glanced at Tony and Bucky, then hereyes went wide. Her gaze lingered on Tony’s mangled shirt, the red and purpleof a rising lovebite visible against his bronze skin. She gasped, allexaggerated exasperation. “Yasha! In front of my salad!” She brandishedthe bowl at them.

Tony’s head fell against the back of Bucky’s shoulder as hegroaned. “We’re cursed,” he complained.

“Zin,” Tash said, holding out her free hand. “Come on, weaponsroom is off-limits. We talked about this. Let’s go before something shoots offin here.”

Bucky flushed, embarrassed, but refused to drop his gaze, even ifhe could think of absolutely nothing witty to say, knowing, knowing,that they were going to have to endure Tash’s sly humor and snide remarks allthe way through dinner, and it would be worse if they actually took thetime to finish anything. Heaven help both of them if they were ten minutes latefor dinner at this point. As soon as the door closed pointedly behind the twored-heads, Bucky almost squashed Tony against the wall. “Not. Fair.”

“Seconded,” Tony whined. “When they talk about how hard it is toraise kids, I didn’t realize how literal that was going to be…”

Cursed. They were absolutely fucking cursed. They’d triedhiding in Bucky’s bolthole apartment, and were interrupted by a squabblebetween the cleaning bots, who usually remained hidden but considered thebolthole their own personal territory thanks to Bucky’s training.

They’d gone to Tony’s executive office in the SI offices – afterhours; they weren’t animals – only to have Pepper come over theintercom to remind Tony that there were security cameras in there, and if theydidn’t put their clothes back on right now, she was going to destroyboth of them with her bare hands.

They went to a local sci-fi convention (and were almostrecognized, but played it off as being really good cosplayers) andchecked into the hotel, but were interrupted four times by someonepulling the fire alarm as a prank, until they gave up.

Bucky even tried pulling Tony into the vents, but Clint stumbledover them.

That wasn’t even mentioning the three separate occasions whenthey’d been nearly all the way undressed only to have the Assemble alarm sound.

All in all, it had been more than a week since they’d managed tohave sex, and if it had been a week where Tony was off on a business trip, thatwould’ve been manageable, but no, it had been a week of almostgetting to have sex and then being interrupted at the last. Possible. Second.Like an entire week of edging. It was maddening.

Tony flopped into the (new, structurally reinforced) bed thatnight and almost didn’t even want to try. He stared at the ceiling andwondered what was going to fuck things up this time. “JARVIS?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Kids all in bed and asleep?”

“Sleeping soundly, sir.”

“Villain activity?”

“No unusual activity at the moment.”

Tony glanced toward the bathroom, where Bucky was. “Seal all thedoors and if anyone asks for us, send them somewhere else. I don’t even carewhere. No calls, period. I do not care if SI is on fire or Ellie sees mebreaking my leg. I will take the fucking broken leg if it gets me laid.And we’re not Assembling for anything smaller than the entire goddamn countryat hazard. If it’s just a city, the rest of the team can handle it. You gotme?”

“I understand perfectly, sir.”

Bucky came out of the bathroom, towel around his shoulders,wearing a fluffy terrycloth bathrobe that Tony had given him for Christmas oneyear, and he almost never actually wore, preferring, Tony thought, to showingoff his chest when fresh out of the shower and tempting Tony with a towel hunglow around his waist. His gaze flickered up to check Tony’s face, then back tothe window with its admittedly impressive view, but not really what Tony wantedhim looking at.

“Honey? Everything okay?” Bucky’s vision wasn’t as impressive ashis hearing, but it was better than Tony’s.

“Do you know, statistically speakin’, that there are, globally,seventy-nine million people having sex at any given minute of any givenday?”

Tony considered that. “That sounds about right,” he agreed. “Wantto come over here and join them?”

“Gettin’ close to th’ point where I might kill someone t’ be ableto take you to bed and stay there ‘til the job’s done,” Bucky said. He wasstill staring out the window, however, hadn’t even twitched in Tony’sdirection.

Tony got up and joined Bucky at the window, slinging his armaround Bucky’s waist and leaning into Bucky’s side as he, too, looked out overthe city. “Pretty sure that would just cause more interruptions, not fewer.”He glanced at Bucky, sighed. “If we give up, the terrorists win.”

Bucky shuddered at Tony’s touch, then pulled him closer. “Can’thave that,” Bucky said, mildly. He shifted a little, then tipped Tony’s chin upand lowered his mouth for a kiss. Soft, gentle, not demanding or rushing oranything, a tingling pressure of lips and breath and nothing more. “You know,it ain’t jus’… that. It’s more’n that, babe. Miss bein’ close withyou. Feels like you’re half th’ world away.”

Tony nodded. “I know. Hell, it might be easier if I washalf the world away. But hey, I know you heard me talking to JARVIS. I’m allyours tonight. Promise.”

“I’m all yours,” Bucky said. “All th’ time. Always.” Hesighed into Tony’s embrace, kissing him again, soft and easy. He cupped theside of Tony’s face, thumb brushing over his jaw, down his chin, urging Tony’smouth open for him. Teased at his lip until Tony leaned forward to meet him,and still it was slow. Exquisitely gentle. Like Bucky thought Tony mightdissolve into nothingness, float away on the breeze. “I ain’t so good withwords, doll. An’ I love you, so much. Sometimes, this–” he ran a hand lightlyover Tony’s chest “–this is the best way I know how t’ show it to you.”

It was sweet, and perfect, and unbearable. “Love you,” Tony said.“Forever, for the rest of my life, I love you. Come to bed, honey.”

Tony had never witnessed Bucky so tentative; each touch and caresswas deliberate, stroking Tony’s skin, dropping soft, heated kisses, but hemoved with heartbreaking caution. He kept his eyes on Tony’s face as he laidTony back on the bed. If it wasn’t for the way his hands were shaking, the wayhe worried his bottom lip with his teeth, Tony might have thought he wasdisinterested. He nuzzled at Tony’s throat, tonguing that spot where Tony’spulse throbbed. “God, Tony,” he murmured into Tony’s hair. “Baby,sweetheart, my life, my love.”

Tony combed his fingers through Bucky’s hair, trying to soothewhatever strange mood had gotten under Bucky’s skin. “I’m here,” he promised,“right here, just for you.” He took Bucky’s hand and laid it over his heart,pressing it down to feel each beat. “Just for you, but god… Touch me, Bucky.Need you to love me now.”

Bucky’s chin snapped up at that, and he looked at Tony with suchan expression of longing that it made his throat go dry. “Oh, Tony,” andthat came out choked and stricken, before Bucky kissed him, hard and wet, witha touch of wildness to him that got more aggressive as Tony opened up to him.His hands were everywhere, fingers tangling in Tony’s hair and tugging his headback to expose his throat, the metal fingers dancing down Tony’s side. With twofingers, so gentle, barely moving, Bucky stroked down the line of Tony’s cock,the polished metal slick and cool against his skin.

Tony arched into it with a gasp, letting Bucky move him whereverand however Bucky wanted him. Bucky was like a force of nature, unstoppable anduncontrollable. And yet if Tony breathed a word of complaint, Bucky would stop.Tony had no doubt at all of that. It was a heady sense of power.

Not that he wanted any of it to stop. He was desperate for everytouch, every taste, every sensation. “My soldier,” he whispered. “Yes.”

Bucky made a high, reedy, needy sound in his throat. He shuckedhimself out of the bathrobe, let as much of his skin touch Tony’s as possible.Then slithered down the length of Tony’s body, spread his legs to make room,paused to savor the moment, mouth mere millimeters away from Tony dick, waited.Watching Tony’s face intently. “Bucky, yes?” He lowered his mouth a fraction,lips opening.

Tony shuddered. “Bucky, more,” he begged, fighting to lifthis hips, to twist them, anything. “Please.”

Bucky waited just a little longer, eyes sparkling with delight,then…

He opened his mouth and took Tony in, all the way to the base inone slick, wet pull, tongue working in brushing strokes as he went. When he hadTony all the way back, his throat pulsed as he swallowed, sucking his cheeksin. He twisted his chin from side to side, giving Tony friction and brilliantsensation, then pulled back and almost off before sliding back down. His lipswere a tight ring over Tony’s dick and Bucky’s tongue was sweet, achingtorment.

Oh, god. “So good, Bucky, oh… Fuck, I’m not goingto last…” He’d been too keyed up for too long to let any kind of tease slowhim down. “Bucky, baby, honey, you are a goddamned miracle.”

Bucky slid back, reluctantly. He licked once, then again, at thesensitive crown. “Can’t have that, baby, you gotta wait for me.” He glanceddown and then groaned at the sight, Tony’s dick quivering and glistening.Tasted it again, like he couldn’t resist.

A soft whimper slid out of Tony’s throat, but he couldn’tdisagree. It was always best if they came together. Which did not stop him frombucking up into each lingering, careful touch in search of friction and heat.

He managed to pull himself together enough to twist around toreach for the drawer in the nightstand with the lube. “Fastest prep ever,” hesuggested, tossing the bottle down the bed. “I want to feel every bit of you.”

Bucky gave Tony a Look, with a capital L. “You know I ain’t gonnatake th’ risk in hurtin’ you, Tony,” he said. He wet his fingers, slid his handbetween Tony’s legs to tease and circle him, which, if Bucky was going tolecture him, at least he wasn’t leaving Tony hanging while he was doing it, andTony could ignore the scowl Bucky was giving him as he twisted and wriggled,trying to move Bucky faster, harder, now now now–

Oh Christ– Bucky slid one finger in, crooked it and stroked alongTony’s prostate, once, twice, three… oh, god, practically tortured it,rubbing and pressing, but just one finger… used his thumb to tease at Tony’srim. “I got you, Tony, baby, relax, honey, I got you…”

“This is not a relaxing situation,” Tony shot back. “Come on, Ijust… God, I need you so bad, Bucky, please. I know you love to makeme squirm but– fuck! –I’m begging, I just need you in me, come on…”

“I need you,” Bucky said. He added a second finger, scissoredthem, watching as Tony twisted, hissed at the pressure. “Need you so bad, wantyou so much. Want you t’ open up for me, there we go, yeah, like that, baby.It’s good, it’s good, I’m gonna give you what you need. There you are, baby.”He tugged, light, against the rim, then pulled his fingers out. Lubed himselfand lined up. “Oh, god…” Pressed the head of his cock in. “I got you, Tony.Bring me home.”

“Come on, honey,” Tony urged, rocking his hips up, pulling Buckyin closer. “Want all of you, every inch, as deep as you can go.” It ached inthe best way, that slow slide in. It was almost the same way his heart ached onthose rare occasions that he woke up and Bucky was still asleep and he couldwatch through those quiet moments. God, but he loved Bucky. “Love you,” hesaid, panting and wrapping his leg over Bucky’s hip. “My soldier. Come onhome.”

Bucky groaned, straining, and his metal hand came up to push atTony’s thigh, spreading him wider. The plate shifted, a sharp pinch, and thenheat spread from the bruise as Bucky switched his grip. And then Bucky buriedhimself in Tony’s body, thrust in all the way to the hilt, demanding and urgentand perfectly imperfect. “Oh… god.” Bucky leaned in, tucked his faceagainst Tony’s throat.

“Yes,” Tony moaned, wrapping his arms and legs around Bucky. “Giveit to me, honey. Give it to me good, I need you.” It felt so good, likepart of him had been missing and was returned. And he still wasn’t going tolast.

Bucky rocked him, pushing deeper. He lifted himself up, hands oneither side of Tony’s head and ploughed into Tony, spine seemingly as flexibleas a snake’s. “Look at me, baby, lemme see you,” Bucky pleaded. And oh, god, itwas hard to keep his eyes open while Bucky was doing such delicious things tohis body, but at the same time – once he met Bucky’s eyes, near black withdesire – he couldn’t look away. “There you are… come on, baby, touch yourself,so close, I’m… oh, christ, fuck, Tony, you’re so…”

Tony thought he was going to come the instant he touched his dick,but he managed to keep it together, barely. He stroked himself nice and easy,maybe every three of Bucky’s thrusts, not wanting it over yet. “You feel good,honey? Tell me how much you like it.” Bucky had a bit of a love-haterelationship with talking in specifics during sex; pushing that button waseither going to speed things up or slow them down, and either way, it was awinner for Tony.

Bucky shivered, and the movement did interesting things to theplace they were joined together. “Yeah, you always wanna hear about it,” hegrowled, “you want me t’ tell you how warm you are, how slick and tight ‘roundme. The way you move, god, you make me th’ best kinda crazy, like I’m an inchfrom touchin’ eternity. Everythin’, everything you do, makes me wild. I c’nbarely keep my hands off you, an’ I…god, need you so bad, Tony. God, soperfect, look at you, god, how you take me, how much you want it.” He wasmurmuring in Tony’s ear, praise and worship and needy and eager, telling Tonyhow sweet he was, how good it felt, how every little twitch and flex wastranslated directly into his cock, his balls, how soft Tony’s skin was, howgood he smelled. “Baby, you’re th’ best thing I ever touched, can’t believe,sometimes, that you let me.”

Tony almost laughed at that. “We’ve been together for more thanfive years, sweetheart. You’re going to have to believe it eventually.” Henuzzled up under Bucky’s jaw to leave the sharp little bites that made Buckyshudder with sensation. “Mm, love it when I get you to talk dirty for me.S’when I know you’re wound up nice and tight.” He moved his hand faster,matching Bucky’s rhythm. God, he wanted to come; he could feel it buildingright at the base of his spine.

Bucky’s arm slipped under Tony’s back, yanking him down, pinninghim in place as Bucky slammed home. The intense, focused expression faded asBucky got closer to his own release, until he was almost sleepy-looking, eyeshalf-lidded, breath speeding. “Tony, oh, god, you feel so damned good, I… youunravel me. Oh, god, Tony, Tony, come on, I’m…” Bucky threw his head back, hiships moving reflexively, working in Tony with abandon.

“Yeah, honey, let it go, come on, I’m…” Tony’s breathing wasgetting rough and raw, and electricity built in his balls. He was going tocome, any second, just one… more… push– The world dissolved into fire, andhe was pretty sure he yelled something. Maybe Bucky’s name, maybe justnonsense. Didn’t matter, didn’t matter, not with the way his bones were turninghot and liquid, oh god, it felt so good…

Tony’d been flattened by his supersoldier before; at least thenewer mattress was somewhat softer, so he could still breathe. “Oh, god, Tony,”Bucky managed. “Christ.” He heaved a few deep, almost sobbing gaspsbefore he shifted his weight. He rolled off and sprawled out, taking up morethan his fair share of mattress. He kissed Tony’s forehead.

“Fuck, I needed that,” Tony sighed. “I love you.” He didn’t reallywant to move at all, but he groped around enough to hook his ankle underBucky’s leg.

“Needed you,” Bucky said. “I was this far–” he held out hisfinger and thumb about an inch apart “– from spontaneously combusting.”

Steve was leaning against the fridge, arms crossed over his massivechest with his very best Your Captain is Disappointed in You look plasteredacross his face.

Bucky stopped dead. Tony was following so close behind, theirhands twined together, that he actually ran into Bucky’s back.

“What th– Oh, hey, Cap. What’s… with the face?”

Bucky raised an eyebrow. He knew they’d told JARVIS not tointerrupt them, but surely if there’d been an assemble call, J would have said something.Which meant that Bucky had no idea why Steve was looking at them like he wasgetting ready to chew steel and spit staples. And assign them both to KP orsomething.

Steve unfolded his arms. “I’m interested in your explanation forthis,” he said shortly. “Pepper is going to stomp on us with cleats forthe bad PR.”

Bucky actually turned and looked behind him, to see if someoneelse – Clint, for instance – might be following, and therefore a betterreceptacle for Steve’s anger. “Um, what’s this?”

From his back pocket, Steve withdrew a folded piece of newsprint.He flattened it carefully, then slammed it down on the kitchen table. “This.”

Bucky took a few more steps into the kitchen to look.

Oh.

Oh, crap.

Tony leaned around Bucky’s arm to look as well. “Oh. Well, crap.”

The article itself was wild speculation, headline coyly suggestingthat the Winter Soldier was cheating on his meal-ticket husband and had dodgedout of sight when Iron Man returned unexpectedly.

But there was Bucky, on the front damn page, buck-assed naked onthe Avengers Tower landy gantry, backed up against the door to the penthouse –from a week ago, when Jaime’d chased him outside in a hurry. Those telephotolenses were pretty damn good, too, because it wasn’t a grainy, fuzzy image,either, but rather high-def. He was high-stepping into his shorts, one leg bentto shove his foot through the leg hole, body facing the camera while he lookedback over his shoulder. The metal arm particularly stood out.

Tony, all but immune to Steve’s face, hummed thoughtfully and saidwith an audible leer, “At least they got your good side.”

They’d pixilated out his dick, at least, for the front page, butBucky would be willing to bet that somewhere, some paparazzi had the fullmonty. Which meant that either some yellow journalist was going to be coming toTony with a hand out for a big payout, or Bucky’s erection was going to end upall over the internet.

Tony chortled, pointing at the caption. It’s going to be a longwinter.

#Anonymous #prompts #winteriron #communal kitchen universe #tony x bucky #tony stark #bucky barnes #PWP #Coitus interruptus #a lot #like ridiculous amounts of it

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How are you? I hope well! Can you do a rfa+v and Saeran having to do seven minutes in heaven? Like honestly not even as drunk just sober. (Requests aren't open;-; but maybe later? Also I rlly love your blog like I'm most done with the masterlist^°^)

Author’s note: I hope you guys like this!!!! i’m still rusty ok it’s been awhile edit: I FORGOT V AGAIN someone please send in a request that says “add v” so I remember to edit him in here

Yoosung

“You wanna play cards? I broughtthem with me so we wouldn’t be bored!!”

Does he… Does he really not know what we’re supposed to be doing?

You looked down at Yoosung, whowas already on sitting on the floor shuffling the deck

“Lemme guess… you’ve never playedSeven minutes in Heaven.”

Yoosung paused for a second beforeshaking his head

You sat down next to him andsmiled

He’s so cute…

“So what game do you wanna play,MC?”

But then again, this ISSeven minutes in heaven

“Strip Poker.”

Yoosung’s face turned bright red

“H-Huh? Strip?”

You smirked

“I’ll start.”

In one quick moment, your shirtwas thrown across the room

“Okay, now you’re turn.”

Yoosung who had now achieved anew shade of red blatantlystared at your chest

“I-I… uhh, w-well-“

“SAY SOMETHING, YOU IDIOT!!!”

What the hell?

Yoosung looked behind you

“I think it came from the otherside of the door.”

You stood up and opened the closetdoor, and in tumbled Zen and Jumin.

“So,” you crossed your arm andlooked down at the two very guilty looking boys, “You wanna explainyourselves?”

The two of them began stutteringout excuses

“W-Well Yoosung’s never playedbefore-“

“-I heard you were taking off yourshirt-“

“-And I thought he might needguidance-“

“-So I wanted to hear the rest.”

You glared at them

“First, Jumin don’t be a perv, andsecond-“

“We were in the middle ofsomething.”

You looked back at Yoosung, whohad taken off his shirt

“And now that MC and I are even, I’dlike to get back to the game.”

Despite the confidence behind Yoosung’swords, his face was as red as ever

You turned back around and smirked

“You heard the man!”

Jumin and Zen slowly got up, bothmumbling curses under their breath.

You closed the door behind them

“Now, where were we?”

In the end the two of you endedup stripping to your underwear and then just playing go fish for the rest ofthe time

Zen

“W-What? I can’t be in a closet alone with MC!! How will I controlmyself?”

You walked over to the closet andgave Zen a smirk

“Who says you need to?”

0.1 seconds later Zen was standingin the closet how the hell did he even get there so fast???

You closed the door andturned around

“So,” you clapped your handstogether, “Show me what you got.”

Zen smirked

“You sure you can handle it?”

You raised an eyebrow, “I thinkyou already know the answer to that.”

Zen smiled

“This is gonna be-“

Was all Zen could get out beforehitting his head on the light

“Ohhh s-shittt…”

You rushed over to Zen, who wasnow bent over in pain

“Are you okay? Do you need ice?How bad does it hurt?”

Zen looked up at you with hazyeyes

“Slooowww down, youuu’reee talkingwayyyy toooo fast!!!”

I’m not sure what’s more concerning… Zen’s slurred speech or the giantlump forming on his forehead.

“We need to get you out of hereright-“

“NO! I want to give you… seven minutes…in…….”

THUD

“UHHHHHHH, GUYSOPENTHEDOORZENJUSTPASSEDOUT.”

“He did WHAT?”

Jaehee swung to door open, hereyes immediately traveling down to unconscious Zen

“What happened to his face? Andwhy is the closet light busted??”

The rest of the RFA stood behindher, patiently awaiting your answer

“Well,” you looked down at Zen andsmirked, “I guess he unleashed the beast a little too early.”

Jaehee

As soon as Jaehee closed the doorshe sunk down to the floor and sighed

“Finally… peace and quiet.”

You nodded, sitting down next toher

“Who the hell let Seven DJ anyways?”

Jaehee laughed, “I don’t know, butit was a horrible decision.”

It would’ve been fine if he just turned the damn the volume down…

You looked over at Jaehee, who wasresponding to an email on her phone

“Work’s got you pretty busy, huh?”

She gave you a sarcastic glare

“Doesn’t it always?”

The two of you began ranting aboutJumin and the rest of the RFA

“I mean, does he think I’m justmade out of cat toys? He can’t keep-“

“Wait… Jaehee?”

“Yeah?”

“I think our seven minutes are up… Did theyforget about us?”

Jaehee checked her phone

“It’s been 12 minutes,” she lookedback over at you and smiled, “so I think it’s safe to say they have.”

The two of you exchanged glances

It’s so nice in here…

“You wanna stay?”

Jaehee’s eyes lit up

“I thought you’d never ask!”

She set her phone down and yawned

“I think… I’ll take a nap.”

You reached up and turned thelights off

“Sounds good to me.”

You stared at the ceiling, waitingfor the drowsiness to hit you

That was when you felt somethingwarm slump on your shoulder

You looked over at Jaehee and shegave you a sleepy smile

“Do you mind if I use you as apillow?”

Be still my heart.

“Y-Yeah!”

Jaehee closed her eyes, and withinthe next five minutes, she was asleep

The next morning Seven found both of you sleeping in his closet

And yes he was naked

And yes he screamed

And yes you and Jaehee both screamedback

But it was still the best sevenminutes in heaven you’ve ever played even if it wasn’t just seven minutes

Jumin

As SOON as the door closed he had you pinned up against the wall

“W-Woah, slow down there bud.”

Jumin closed his eyes and sighed,letting go of the grip he had on your hips

“Sorry,” he backed up and ran hishands through his hair

You practically feel him holding himself back

“Why are you so worked up??”

Jumin leaned back on the wallopposite of you

“It’s just, while we were outthere, Zen kept… flirting with you.”

His nose crinkled when he said theword flirting, as if it were a disgusting word

“I know secretly dating is hard,but I really think its best.”

You looked up at him, “Especially with everything happening with yourcompany…”

Jumin nodded, taking a step towardyou

“I suppose I can’t blame Zen. Youdo look ravishing tonight,” Jumin smirked

You smiled back at him, giving hima small twirl

“Thank you, my boyfriend helped me pick this out.”

“I must say, your boyfriend has greattaste. I bet he’s handsome, too.”

“Oh yes, extremely.”

“FIVE MINUTES LEFT YOU TWO LOVEBIRDS!!”

Seven’s yelling interrupted yourconversation

“Hmm,” Jumin looked at you, “Doyou think five minutes in enough?”

You pushed yourself off of thewall and grabbed Jumin by the tie

“Won’t know unless we try.”

And as it turns out, five minuteswas more than enough time to… scroll through Jumin’s pictures of Elly

Saeran

“So.”

“Yup.”

“This is fun.”

“Really fun.”

For the first two minutes, thosewere the only words exchanged between you and Saeran

I have to do something to break this silence.

You cleared your throat

“Uhh… so how are you?”

SERIOUSLY??? Is that the best I could come up with?

“I’m fine.”

“…Cool.”

You looked down at your feet

I’m good too, thanks for asking.

this poor child doesn’t know howto socialize have mercy on him

When you looked back up at him,his eyes quickly darted away

Was he staring at me?

A light blush crossed his face

That’s… kinda cute.

You bit your lip

Well, this is seven minutesin heaven

Before your brain could tell youotherwise, you leaned forward and lightly pressed your lips against his

After getting over the initialshock that someone was actually kissing him Saeran grabbed your chin anddeepened the kiss

When you pulled away, both of youwere out of breath

You leaned back against the wall

“…So.”

“Yup.”

“That was fun.”

“Really fun.”

Seven swung the door open

“TIME’S UP!!!”

You looked at Saeran and smirked

“Let’s do this again sometime.”

Saeran followed you out the doorand grabbed your wrist

He pulled you back and lowered hisvoice so the other’s couldn’t here

“Name the place and I’ll be there.”

Oh, this was going to be f u n.

Seven

“♪♫YEAH,YEAH, YEAH, MC AND SEVEN IN HEAVEN FOR SEVEN♪♫”

You looked back the rest of thegroup

“Please help me.”

Jaehee gave you a pitying look andZen saluted you “in honor of his fallen comrade”

Before you could anyone else’sreaction, Seven grabbed your hand and pulled you into the closet

“Your closet is a lot smaller thanI thought it would be.”

Seven let go of your hand andlaughed

“You do know I wear almost thesame thing every day, right?”

You reached out to feel one of hisshirts

“This one is my favorite.”

You pointed to the shirt Yoosunghad gotten Seven for his birthday

It had a picture of the RFA on thefront and the word “family” in Arabic on the back

“Mine too.”

Seven stepped closer to you

“You wanna see why I was soexcited to get you in here?”

You felt your face heat up

“W-Well, I mean-“

“SAERAN TURN OFF THE LIGHTS!”

“What?”

As soon as the lights went off,Seven turned you around so you were facing the door

He wrapped his arms around you,giving you a tight hug from behind

“Look up.”

You tilted your head to look up atthe ceiling

“Oh my…”

Glow-in-the-dark stars werescattered all over the top of the closest, turning the dull ceiling into a tinygalaxy

“It’s beautiful.”

Seven buried his face in the crookof your neck

“So are you.”

And that’s when it hit you

You were literally in heaven in with Seven

“Thank you.”

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