#AND WHEN THEY GET SWITCHED BACK TO THEIR ORIGINAL BODIES BEFORE THE DATE THE GIRL IS LIKE 'ew what happened ur acting different' | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

notmyneighbor · 21 days

Text

Let Me In ~ Doppelgänger Francis Mosses/The Milkman x Female Reader

Chapter 8

Word Count ~ 4.6k

Rating ~ Explicit

CW ~ sexual content, slight breeding kink, body horror, minor violence

Also available on AO3

taglist @luthien-elvenia-asher @fishfetus @gaudesstuff @nekee-lilac02 @msdevil333 @rrnrjn @maskedpacific @yoongiwantsme @that-0ne-simp

Fanart used with permission @kaworinx on Instagram and TikTok

You always have to be extra careful when one of the Sverchzt sisters is asking to enter the building.

Twins, and both of them nearly identical, save for the location of the mole on the cheek: on the right for Selenne, the left for Elenois. Both employed as models, with the same hourglass figures, full, painted lips, long lashes, and breathy voices accented with something exotically European sounding. You always feel very plain and lacking around them; it was like being back in school again as the shy, unpopular girl, envying the pretty cheerleaders that seemed to have it all.

But you don’t feel inadequate today, still buoyed up from your feelings of being with Francis’ doppelgänger all weekend. You look over the identification card and entry request, finding everything in order. The elegant woman is on the day’s list of expected entrants, too. You’re nearly ready to hit the switch to grant her access into the apartments, still reminiscing about your fiancé, when something in you, some sixth sense kicking in, cautions you that you should probably call the apartment, just to be certain. There is nothing visually you can identify that is incorrect about the haughty woman on the opposite side of the glass, who is now folding her arms across her ample chest, the polished nail of an index finger tapping against the porcelain skin of one slender forearm. An impatient gesture you’ve seen Selenne make before, dozens of times. Nothing suspicious about the documents, either. But still, you feel it is better to be safe than sorry.

You already know all the residents’ phone numbers by heart now, the quick four digit extensions granting you rapid access.

“Hello. Elenois speaking. My sister and I are both at home today. We are not expecting any visitors.”

“Thank you.” You keep your expression calm, hurriedly flipping the plastic shield down and depressing the button to sound the alarm, catching one last glimpse of the doppelgänger, the crimson polished nails now scratching at the glass pane, the eyes with the lids shadowed in lavender streaked and bloodshot, the plush lips parting to expose yellow fangs dripping spittle before the shutters finish descending. You phone the disposal team, still maintaining your composure.

Close. That had been too close. You had to concentrate. Focus.

The day progresses and you find yourself getting back into the rhythm of things. Wondering how your pretender beau had decided which members of his squadron to sacrifice, sending them to the building to meet their doom to throw the DDD off the trail. What would happen when the numbers dwindled, when there were none left to send? Did the faded mark he’d left behind still shield you? Or did it only make you more desireable, like what had happened with the replicant who looked like Izaack Gauss?

You’re picking at the peeling varnish of the battered desk during the afternoon lull when someone walks into the building and your heart stops.

Francis.

Not the original, and not your doppel, either. This one is nearly a dead ringer, except for the nose that’s not quite right, the tip slightly larger, the nostrils a little more flared.

It had never occurred to you that there would still be other versions of the milkman walking around. Where has he been all this time?

“Mmm…hello.” The customary greeting the genuine version had always adopted. He slides an ID card through the slot.

“Entry request?”

“I’m sorry, I forgot. Here it is.” The smile breaks your heart. His smile. Only not.

You stare at the document for long moments. Everything looks correct: the document expiration date present and set for the future; the serial number identical to what you have on file; the logo of your organization in plain sight; the stated reason for the alleged milkman’s absence logical. All of the elements appear as they should, save for that slightly mismatched nose in the photograph and entry request.

“Is there a problem?”

Your eyes lift to meet his. Why are you drawing this out?

“Your appearance,” you answer distractedly.

“Yes? What about it? Doesn’t it match the picture?”

You shake your head, reaching for the alarm button. “I’m sorry.” It’s foolish, being this sentimental. No reason for it. You know the real Francis is gone. You know it’s not the invader you’ve fallen for.

Alarm blossoms on the fake milkman’s features. His hands clasp together. “Wait, please…I’ll leave. Just…I don’t want to die.”

You freeze. This was new. The doppels always reacted with anger when their cover was blown. You’ve never had one beg for their life before.

“I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

Was it true? Were there others that were willing to coexist peacefully? Had you incorrectly assumed they all sought the same goal, replacing humans and ruling over the planet, the one remarkable exception being your lover?

Or was this just a new tactic that they’d adopted, evolving, learning, adapting better to human weaknesses?

You had no way of knowing which it was.

“I can’t,” you say. “I’m sorry.” You slam your fist against the alarm switch before the replicant tries to escape, that same soft, pleading look haunting you as the shutter descends. The cleaners arrive and you cover your ears with your hands. You don’t want to listen to it. You can’t.

There are tears in your eyes when the figure in the yellow hazmat suit declares you are now able to return to your job.

***

The replicant milkman—yours, you note with relief—arrives later that afternoon, hastily adjusting the cap on his head, offering a brief glimpse of the perspiration from the heat outdoors lining his brow, his tousled brown locks damp, plastered against his forehead. He’s already smiling before he’s even reached the window, hurriedly thrusting his document and ID card through the slot, and something else, something that sounds metallic against the shallow stainless opening at the bottom of the window.

You reach for it, realizing what it is the second your fingers close over the object: your engagement ring.

The DDD had ceased its surveillance of the security booth, the resources and manpower needed elsewhere, apparently, so their is no longer the camera or the person watching it to worry about. You stare at the solitaire diamond, at the pretty filigree decorating the band on either side of it, and the tears that had been threatening to spill earlier come pouring out of you, a messy amalgamation of guilt and fear and relief releasing in that sudden cascade.

“Sweetheart, you like it that much? I’m so glad, I wasn’t sure…” His voice trails off. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

You shake your head, absently hitting the buzzer to let him in, then hitting its partner to shut the door behind him.

The door to the security booth opens. “Oh, Francis.” You throw your arms around his neck, burrowing along his shirt collar while he rubs soothing circles on your back.

“What is it, love?”

“I’ve had such a terrible day. I almost let in a doppel by mistake this morning, and just a little while ago there was a doppel that looked like Francis.”

“Sweet girl.” His arms tighten around you.

“He begged for his life, Francis. I’ve never seen that before. It was so difficult to call the team. But I had to. I had to do it. I didn’t know if he really meant he wouldn’t harm anyone, or if he was lying. I couldn’t risk him hurting the residents inside.”

“Of course you did, love.”

“How many copies of him are there? Just roaming around the city?”

“I don’t know. But it wasn’t Francis and it wasn’t me. They were just trying to trick you, and you didn’t fall for it. You did the right thing. I know it was difficult for you. I know why, love. I’m here now. I’ve got you.”

You remain in his arms, letting the comfort he’s offering seep into you. He does understand, better than anyone else ever could. After a time you draw back, sniffling. The ring is still clutched tightly in your fist. You relax your palm, spreading your fingers so you can admire the piece of jewelry again. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin the moment. It’s lovely, Francis. Perfect.”

The imposter smoothes the last of the tears away and kneels down, gently plucking the ring from your right hand, then reaches for your left one, sliding the diamond band onto your ring finger and kissing the back of your hand.

The sound of a throat being cleared at the window interrupts the moment. You jump, startled. It’s the pilot.

“Dropping off more paperwork, doll?” Steven Rudboys grins, sliding his card and request form towards you.

You blush, aware of your fiancé rising to his feet beside you, frowning. Of course he doesn’t understand the reference, from that day when you’d visited the doppel so early on, when he’d slipped you the invitation to come to the apartment.

“I suppose congratulations are in order,” the man with the Mohawk says, his eyes lingering on the ring. “I always knew you two would end up together. Took you long enough, Mosses,” he adds, shooting the imposter milkman a sharp glance. “Don’t know what Afton and Stone are waiting for. I thought for sure they would’ve set a date by now. Bet you two don’t wait that long to tie the knot.”

Your cheeks are scarlet, your eyes focused on the documents, checking the day’s schedule. On the day’s list. A quick phone call just to confirm what you already know, allowing the man to enter the apartments once you’ve spoken to his father, heaving a sigh of relief when he’s finally gone from sight.

“I don’t like him,” the pretender says, his voice nearly a growl. “I don’t think Francis ever did, either. Too intrusive.” He turns his attention back to you. “Maybe not the best timing for the ring,” he observes ruefully.

“I’m sorry. I love it. Truly. It’s just been a very hectic, stressful day.”

“Don’t apologize. You have every right to be feeling that way. I think…I hope…I can help with that. Come see me as soon as you get off shift, okay? And be careful. If you need me, call.”

You nod, kissing him before he exits the booth and heads towards the elevator. You stretch your hand out, turning it slightly, watching how the light plays over the facets. It was official. You were engaged. You doubted it would take long for the rumor mill of the apartment building to circulate the news. Poor Francis. He’d be bombarded with well wishers and busybodies. Rudboys was probably going to keep at him mercilessly.

The rest of your shift passes by blessedly uneventfully. It is nearly time for your workday to end. Time to return to your lover waiting for you upstairs, the doppel you’re betrothed to.

***

You tap your knuckles on the door of apartment 3-02, greeted by the copy of the living space’s former owner.

He’s shed the troublesome cap, the ebony bow unknotted and draped around his neck, the first pair of buttons on his shirt undone. He smiles at you. “Hello, future Mrs. Mosses.”

“Hi. Can I come in?”

“Do you have proper identification?”

“I seem to have forgotten it.”

He clucks his tongue. “Then I can’t let you in, I’m afraid.”

“Do you accept bribes?”

His lips twitch. “Maybe.” The opening widens. “Come in here.”

You enter and the door closes behind you. “That was easy. I don’t think you’d make a good doorman,” you tease.

“No, but I make up for it elsewhere, don’t I?” He murmurs and you hum in agreement as he slides a hand around your waist, dragging you against him. “It’s torture being away from you. To go from having the weekend together to this long absence all day…” His lips touch yours, traveling to your neck.

“I know. I thought about you all day long.” Your hand rests on his chest. He covers it with his own, toying with the ring on your finger. A little room to move the band, but still secure around the digit. You didn’t wear jewelry often, but the size you’d told him had been the correct one. “I love it, Francis.”

“I’m glad.” Another kiss on your mouth. “I’m hungry for you, love.”

You feel it in his kisses. No longer gentle. Tongue stroking yours roughly. Teeth nipping. You cross the hallway to the bedroom with your fiancé. Unfastening clothing. Yours. His. Impatient to be naked. A button tears from your blouse. “I’ll mend it later,” you say distractedly.

Your back is tucked against his chest, the pair of you standing before the dresser mirror. Your breathing is loud, nearly as loud as his. You would have been mortified to be making so much noise even a month ago. But you have no reason to hide it now. You’re engaged. No one on this floor was going to pretend they didn’t know what goes on with young couples behind closed doors. You’ve heard Afton and Stone going at it before. Not nearly as often or as loud as you and your doppel, though.

You’re about to bend to slide your thigh high nylons off but the copycat halts you, his hand clasping yours above the scalloped lace edge that clings to your leg.

“Leave them on for me? I like them.” He snaps a garter belt playfully, dragging a hand over your lace panties. Something else that was new. You normally wore sensible undergarments beneath your work clothes. But now you had someone to admire what clung to your intimate places. He caresses the space between your legs through the delicate fabric, dragging his hand up to begin massaging your breasts encased in a matching brassiere. “Gorgeous. So beautiful, love.” His mouth worries along your shoulder.

“Are you going to mark me again?”

A pause, his hands and lips freezing. “Do you want me to?”

The low pitch of his voice drags across your core. You’re still frightened of it. But you want it, all the same. You want this creature to claim you. “Yes. Do you?”

The doppelgänger’s lips are by your ear. “Yes, love. But you shouldn’t watch…”

Your eyes meet his in the mirror. “I want to. I want to see you…”

“Sweetheart…” Hesitant. Perhaps more afraid than you are. To be seen. Exposed. To let the monster off the leash, as it were. Allowing the demon within out to play.

“I trust you.”

He moans softly against your hair. “Are you sure? Are you absolutely certain?”

“I love you.”

A whimper. The thing inside anxious to be let out, scratching and gnawing at the bars of its enclosure, that barrier of human flesh that had once belonged to Francis Mosses. Nails raking across your abdomen. Not enough to puncture the skin, still careful, the barest scrape of the unsheathed claws you can just see emerging now. Tearing at the fabric covering your sex, the material fraying, the embroidered threads coming loose. The crown of chocolate hair lifts and you see his eyes: the doppel’s eyes, peering at your from behind Francis’ sleepy dark ones. Red like blood, like the vessels that burst in surrender, like the lining of those shadowed lower lids. The white sclera of the orbs iridescent, shimmery, identical to the outline of the alien creature clutching you, an unsteady shift in the very particles and atoms that comprise him, things unseen, things not meant to be viewed by a mortal eye. The neat ivory teeth no longer tame incisors and molars, but transformed, sharp like the cuspids of a vampire, ravenous, the drool dripping from them onto your skin.

It is still not what he truly is; that monster well concealed, struggling to maintain control in this tenuous bridged state, not quite one or the other, partly human, partly doppel. What remains of your panties are shoved down, his leaking cock pressing against the curve of one cheek of your buttocks. He pushes against you and you grasp the edge of the dresser, the stained and varnished wood supporting you at a slight angle as he guides his erection inside of you.

Your body is already gushing arousal, welcoming him in. You catch sight of your heaving chest in the mirror, your lingerie encased breasts lifting and straining to burst free, much like the replicant thrusting into you.

He says your name, and it is not Francis’ voice at all. This a summons from deep within, heavy, full of gravel, dragging across your flesh like sandpaper. The wavering, mirage-like border of his pulsing frame feels hot, sticky. Your lashes flutter. The bottles of cologne lining the dresser’s surface tumble down. So deep. He’s so deep inside of you. Shoved in to the hilt each time. And still you want him even further. Impossible. But you crave it. That complete violation. Was this what it felt like to be taken over? You’d imagined it to be painful, terrifying. Instead it was sheer bliss. Your eyes link with his through the oval shaped looking glass once more.

“More, please, Francis…”

He jerks you away from the dresser, still impaled on his cock. Here is the pain you’d anticipated, that searing kiss of teeth piercing your shoulder, sucking the skin over the bone, a burst of stars in front of your eyes, fireworks ricocheting within you as you come undone, your insides splashed with something molten, soaked with your lover’s release. Wet skin, wet pussy, drenched prick, sweat and cum and that thin trail of blood seeping from the wound he’s created, laving rapturously at the taste of you, that very human taste in his very inhuman mouth.

His body shudders against yours. Aftershocks, not from orgasm but the shift back to how he appeared before, the glow dissipating, eyes cleared and gentling, the sharp hooks tipping each finger a replica of Francis’ blunt edged nails once more. Only a few red welts betray those nightmare claws’ existence, where he had become a little too lost in the passion, tattooing the soft flesh of your abdomen. The door to the invader’s cage is sealed shut once again. You hold him upright as much as he holds you steady, slipping free from your entrance, the hot spill of seed leaking down your thighs, seeping into the stockings. You can feel the tremors still spasming, your own nerves quivering with the remnants of pleasure, echoing against you as your lover’s body shares the same sensation. The panting breaths grow quieter. The sound of the Rudboys’ television next door disturbs the stillness. You’d completely missed the audio cue of the curfew horn.

“Sweet girl.” It’s all he can seem to manage, this whispered into your hair. It’s the milkman’s voice again, but it sounds raw, raspy. The vocal chords had been strained, never meant to produce the sounds they had earlier.

You rest your hand on the one clutching your abdomen, the glint of your engagement ring winking, a stubborn sparkle in the glow of the lamp, struggling against the growing darkness in the room as the day’s natural light fails beyond the curtained window.

***

The blackberry jam, pulled from the refrigerator several hours later, is perfect.

Perhaps one of the best batches you’ve ever tasted. You’ve snuck a sample from the unsealed mason jar, unable to wait. You’re already imagining how good that flavor will be when it’s smoothed over the biscuits you’re making with your doppelgänger, his fingers kneading the dough mixture you’ve just created. There is a stray bit of flour dusting his nose where he’d absently stroked an itch along the bridge and you wipe it clear, the touch becoming a lingering caress. He pauses, fingers still dug into the dough, looking at you with that same kind of wonder as he had earlier, after the incident in the bedroom.

As if he cannot believe what you’d asked for, accepted so willingly, eagerly; of the control over his true form he’d been able to maintain, keeping you safe.

Pats of butter melt quickly on the sliced biscuits pulled from the oven. You’re sweating. You need a shower after this for certain. You slather on a generous layer of the sweet fruit spread, offering a bite to your fiancé. He chews, nodding approvingly. There is a stray bit of jam on the corner of his mouth. You cannot resist lapping at it. Licking his mouth open. Tasting the sweetness there. Marveling at how quickly the desire is rekindled. Perhaps you would never be sated. Always this ache, this gnawing want in your center.

Drenched in the shower together. Back out again. Night sounds through the open window. The measured footsteps of a patrol. Soft chatter. A dog barking. You miss your farmhouse. The crickets and the scent of lilac blossoms and your lover in your bed, on cotton sheets that smell like the outdoors, hung on the line to dry in the clear air.

“Francis,” you murmur, your mouth tracing the outline of the crest of one hip, you hand curled around the other. Tasting the soap on his skin, the slight masculine musk as you wander along his groin, swiping your tongue across his cock.

Your shoulder throbs, pulsing in time with the neediness within. You want it again already. Not just the sex, but the other. A strange kind of addiction developing.

Your pussy aches to be filled again. You suck his erection and moan, hastily tucking your hair out of the way. Ravenous. An animalistic slobber. Lips loose. Shoving down as far as you can tolerate. Past it. Insistent, fucking your throat with his dick.

A little gasp of surprise from the doppel. “Easy, love. Don’t waste it. Want to…”

You release his spit soaked member, planting wet kisses back up his stomach, his chest. Crawling over his body until you reach his mouth. “What do you want, Francis?” Your voice a whisper, matching his.

“Oh love, you know what I want.” This huffed beside your cheek. You’re teasing kisses along his jaw, nipping at an ear lobe.

“Tell me. Tell me how you want to fill me up. With your cock. With your cum. Breed me, make a baby…”

You don’t know where the words come from. Another gasp. A growl. You want to impale yourself on him but it’s not the ideal position for getting pregnant. You allow him to shift, moving your body with his, pinning you beneath him.

“Is that what you want, sweet girl?” His hands press into the pillow beneath your head. There are a proper quartet of them now, piled plush cushions for you and your alien lover.

“Yes. Please, Francis…”

His knee parts your legs. Pressure. He’s inside you.

Your head lifts off the pillow and he captures your lips, pressing you back down. Working inside of you slow and steady, fucking you back open.

“There you go, love.” His mouth gentle on yours.

“I need…”

“What? What do you need?”

Your shoulder is on fire. “I want you to mark me again.”

“No, love. It’s too soon for that.” You feel him shake his head, the faint stir of air beside your cheek with the motion.

“It felt so good.”

“I know.”

“Put the light on, then? Let me see you. Let me see what’s inside…”

“No.” His voice loud now, his hips still against yours. “No, it’s too risky.”

“You can control it. I know you can. I trust you.”

“You don’t understand.”

“So explain it to me.”

“Sweetheart, I can’t. Not now.”

“Why not?”

“Because…”

“Because why?”

“Because I’m afraid,” he confesses against your neck. “You’ve no idea the strain. The desire to tear free. It would destroy Francis’ body. The urge to devour you…” He kisses your throat softly. “Let me love you like the man I appear to be.”

“I love you. You, what’s inside.” You touch his cheek.

“I know, love. And the way that makes me feel is indescribable. I don’t need to be out of this body to experience it. I adore you, sweet girl. Let me show you how much. Like this,” he says, his hips lifting and pressing, guiding his cock back into your hollow.

Your pelvis arches to receive him. It scares you how much you want him. Your body shakes with the intensity of that desire. Craving that violence, that feeling of teetering on the brink of destruction. His, yours. The human mouth on your shoulder. Sucking. Kneading with teeth that aren’t nearly sharp enough. But it stirs whatever he’s injected you with. A venom, a toxin, not poisonous, not lethal, but a chemical that you need more of. Bringing you closer to what you’re so desperate for. It doesn’t take you long to climax, the doppel’s own release close behind. He lifts your hips and legs, propping them against his chest, keeping his seed deep inside you, stroking along your stomach.

Willing there to be a spark of life there, the way all life has begun, according to the words in the holy book still sitting on the nightstand, a burst of light in the darkness.

***

Another day at the DDD security window.

The doppelgängers have been clumsy so far. Woefully inept at replication. You didn’t need specialized training to recognize the imposter for the shoemaker with a mustache as a fake, a single eye in the center of his forehead making Albertsky Peachman look like a cyclops. The clone of the mother of the student living on the second floor had correctly replicated the placement of the blue and green irises, but the phony Nacha Mikaelys’ jaw was strangely formed, the flesh pulpy and uneven, making it appear like oatmeal.

The best part of your workday arrives on schedule, slipping a new gift into the slot this time. “Tickets to the theater for this Sunday. I know it’s not the movie you mentioned, but…”

You grin. You can’t even remember the last time you’d gone to see a movie. And now you’d be seeing it with your fiancé. “Casablanca! Oh, it’s wonderful. I have something for you, too.” You exchange an open envelope with the doppelgänger.

He slides the contents free, unfolding the letter and scanning it quickly, a smile lighting his features. “They’ve invited us to see them.”

You nod, still beaming, watching the invader tuck the letter from your parents back into the envelope. “We’ll visit the following weekend.”

“I look forward to it. Still nervous, but looking forward to it. How was your day, love?”

“It went well. Yours?”

“Better now.” Another smile. “I’ve got another surprise, too. Left it in the truck because I was anxious to see you. I’m making dinner tonight. Well we’re probably making dinner. I’m not optimistic about Francis’ cooking skills,” he adds, lowering his voice.

You couldn’t blame him for doubting it. The man’s pantry and refrigerator had been nearly empty, and you had the feeling it wasn’t just because he’d been overdue for a trip to get groceries.

Thinking of the solitary, simple life of the milkman rinses the joy from your features. No real family to speak of, either, according to the doppelgänger, save for a cousin that he’d had little to no contact with. He really had been alone in the world. Isolated. You could have done something about that. You should have. But it was too late now. And you had your doppelgänger instead. The being your heart was so full for.

“Love?” The replicant sees the change in your expression, frowning now.

“I’m okay. Yes, I’ll help you cook. It sounds fun.” You’re not relishing the thought of working over a hot stove in that stuffy third floor living space, longing for the upcoming change in the weather. But you like the idea of working beside your partner. Preparing a meal. And what would come after.

The bite on your shoulder throbs, reminding you.

#francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #francis mosses x you #milkman #milkman x reader #milkman x you #thats not my neighbor #doppelganger #that’s not my neighbor #the milkman

1K notes · View notes

sxcret-garden · 2 months

Text

Haechan ღ Painted with You [M]

ღ NCT Dream Haechan x fem!reader ღ feat.: short mentions of Renjun & Jeno ღ words: ~15k ღ genre: college AU, fwb to lovers, exes to lovers, fluff, slice of life, slow burn, pining, reader is a little dense, angst, humor, smut (switch!Haechan (but sub-leaning), oral (both receiving), hair pulling (idol receiving), unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, some begging, fingering, handjob, edging, orgasm denial (idol receiving), dry humping) ღ warnings: alcohol consumption, depiction of anxiety and reader feeling burnt out, mentions of unhealthy coping mechanisms

Desc.: You and Donghyuck were a couple back in high school, each having your own reasons for dating the other, but ultimately what you seeked out in each other was a distraction. Now that you meet again five years later, you both come to realize that the connection between you is still there, and eventually it’s crystal clear that the people you’ve become won’t be as easily separated as back then.

Author's note: aaaa I've had this in my drafts for sooo long avoiding to proofread it cause I wasn't happy with this at all... so now I finally came back to it to edit a bit and I think in the end it turned out quite okay^^ I hope you guys like it 🫶

There’s a hint of victory in the smile he gives you when you sit down next to him. Like he knew it would come to this - that you’d get bored of exchanging mundanities with the others and eventually find yourself drawn to him as your only escape. And it’s not like you didn’t know it too, it was clear from the moment you greeted each other with a hug that lasted shorter than it should have, and at the same time felt more familiar than you wanted it to. Yet his stance is inviting as he turns his whole body towards you in his seat, and the curiousity in his eyes is apparent.

“Long time no see,” he says, and it comes out softer than you would’ve expected it to. And he probably had the same thought, because he’s clearing his throat now, talking more firmly as he continues, “What have you been up to?” The last time you’ve seen each other was at your high school graduation ceremony, and since then it’s been almost five years. Which, as your former class president Renjun had decided, was about enough time to gather for a reunion.

“Well, you know. This and that,” you try to avoid an answer, but of course he wouldn’t let you off the hook so easily. He knows you too well for that.

“Come on,” he snorts. “You can tell me. My time wasn’t spent in a purely productive manner either.”

“You probably spent about 3 years total on just playing video games…” you say with a grin playing on your lips, and you make him huff in disbelief, before his expression as well returns to a somewhat mischievous smile.

“Now that was just tactless,” he says, straightening his back now. “I quit uni to go to work, and then started again with a different major. So now I’m a freshman!” He gives you a peace sign with his hand, sounding a lot prouder about the fact than he should’ve been.

“Feeling like 19 again?” you joke.

“Yes! Everyone automatically assumes I’m their age,” he explains. “But then I tell them I’m older, so I can make them work for me!” An exaggeratedly mischievous laugh follows, and you can only shake your head at his shenanigans.

“You haven’t changed at all,” you say, turning away and facing the bartender working just a few seats away. Originally you were all going out for dinner and nothing more, but when some girls suggested paying a nearby bar a visit, nobody could refuse in the face of getting some booze into their veins. Maybe you aren’t the only one who’s getting fucked over by life.

“One margarita,” you raise your hand and order, then you add, directed at Donghyuck, “Anything for you?”

“Just soju.” And so after placing both your orders, he adds, “Still can’t drink the adult drinks?”

“Excuse you, it has alcohol in it, so it is an adult drink. But if you’re asking if I still hate bitter stuff - yes I do.”

“I see… anyway, I’m not letting you get away without properly answering my question.”

“Too bad,” you respond. “Well…” And then you hesitate. You remember what it was like between the two of you in high school. When you were dating, each for your own reasons and certainly not because you had feelings for each other. But he still felt like a friend you could entrust your deepest feelings with - you knew each other like the back of your own hand. And yet, you find yourself hesitating in the face of five years passed by without a word from the other. It wasn’t like you had a fight or broke up on bad terms. It’s just that you both agreed it would be better not to see each other again, for reasons that seemed smart at the time. But now that you’re looking at the person he’s become and how much he seems to have grown up, you’re not sure anymore what those reasons even were.

“That bad?” Donghyuck interrupts your train of thought as he raises an eyebrow at you, and when you shake your head a short laugh escapes him.

“No, just… I’m also still in university,” you say. “I had to take a year off, so I’m trying to finish everything now. It’s not going great though.”

“Oh…” he looks away, directing his gaze at his hands that he’s hiding in the sleeves of his knitted sweater. “Are you managing though?” And that’s when you suddenly feel the past and the present connect - the way he immediately becomes serious when the situation calls for it, just like he has always done, makes you feel safe to keep speaking, and to keep your heart open, just for a bit.

“It’s… difficult,” you admit. The bartender sets down your ordered drinks, causing another pause, and you acknowledge it with a nod. “I’m trying not to do too much, but you know what’s it like living here.”

“Yeah,” he says. “That fucked you over before, didn’t it?”

“Yeah.” You fall silent after that, but not for long. Your conversation partner is Donghyuck after all, he wouldn’t let an awkward silence get too long.

“I have changed… by the way.” You raise your eyebrows at him as he speaks those words, letting the sip of your cocktail slowly trickle down your throat.

“Have you?” you ask. “Well, I mean… you’ve grown up.”

“Oh?” Suddenly seeing him straightening his back as he’s overjoyed, you can’t but giggle at the way his face is graced with a beaming smile now, but he glosses it over with a cough and a sip of his soju.

“But you sure are still the same guy,” you add, a nostalgic smile on your lips.

“I guess,” he agrees, his features softening. Another pause falls upon you as you give your cocktail another taste, and this time it’s you who breaks the silence. Continuously chatting, you’re starting to feel a little tipsy from the sweet beverage after a while.

“I heard you got a girlfriend?” Donghyuck huffs, a wide smile meant to hide a bitter feeling appearing on his face.

“Yeah…”

“What about her?” you pry, sensing something off.

“Dumped me,” he simply says, then pointing across the room and at Jeno, one of your former classmates. “For that guy.”

“Ouch.”

“It’s whatever,” he shrugs it off, pouring himself another glass and offering the shot to you instead. “You sure you don’t want any?”

“I’d rather have my own drink, thanks.”

“Alright. Then cheers.” He downs the shot, grimacing at the taste, and when he sets the glass back down, he adds, “I don’t get why she went for him anyway. I bet it’s cause of all that muscle he got.” You can’t help but chuckle at his words, and you hit his upper arm playfully.

“You should hit the gym too and then see if you can get her back.”

“Very funny,” he replies dryly. “I’d rather die.”

“Understandable…” you reply, taking another sip of your drink as well. “So… you’re probably glad I finally came to you.” Donghyuck shoots you a questioning look and you explain yourself. “For a distraction. Like in the old days, you know?”

“Ahh…” He merely lets out a sound, before staring at his empty shot glass.

“You’re not doing that anymore?” you assume.

“I guess.”

“Yeah… me too,” you say. “Or like… I stopped using people for it.”

You were dating back then, that’s true, but you wouldn’t go as far as to call yourselves high school sweethearts. You were both going through some stuff - for him it was a breakup with his first love, for you it was just life itself. When you were both at your lowest you started talking properly, and it soon became clear that you both wanted nothing more than to escape. And so you formed an alliance - as you used to call it, to everyone else you simply said that you were a couple now. You did behave like a couple, but just for the rush. The first time you held his hand you felt nothing, but when you made out secretly in the backyard of your school instead of attending class, that’s when you were overwhelmed with excitement. It was a stupid idea, you know that now too, and it only worked for so long. You spent the summer of your junior year together, meeting up almost every day and talking, and eventually distracting yourselves by making out secretly in your or his room. And then your final year came, and as you started seeing yourselves forced to take life a bit more seriously, you gradually met up less, until you both agreed that breaking up would be the best decision, so that you could focus on your studies and try to get into a good university. At least for your part, you still have mixed feelings when you remember that day. Because you know you made the adult decision, but at the same time you always end up thinking back to what fooling around with him felt like when you have a bad day now, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss it at least a bit. But you found other distractions - obsessing over tv series, finding just the perfect kind of music to drown out your feelings, and sometimes, whenever you could find a good excuse to drink with friends, alcohol. Though you’re being careful with the latter, just as you are now. One drink is usually enough to help you relax a bit and not pay all the things stressing you out so much thought.

“So when are we gonna start writing your redemption arc?” you ask nonchalantly, and he raises an eyebrow at you. “Your ex.”

“Stop that, for real,” he says, and the way he remains serious tells you your joke wasn’t well received.

“Sorry,” you utter.

“It’s fine. I mean, it’s not fine, but you know what I mean.”

“Yeah.” He’s playing with the glass in his hands, thumb rubbing along its edge as he keeps staring at it, and you take the last few sips of your drink, before you too start spinning the cocktail glass around between your fingers.

“Actually…” Donghyuck speaks up, now throwing you an entirely different look. “How about we get out of here. Maybe we could both use a distraction after all.”

“But-”

“Just for today.” You stare at him blankly, blinking once, twice, then a third time. This sounds like a bad idea, but at the same time you know you’re probably not gonna see each other for the next five years, just like it was for the past five. So what would be so bad about taking his offer now?

“Alright,” you say eventually, having made up your mind. “My place? It’s nearby.” His lips are parted slightly as he watches you jump out of your seat and put on your jacket. As the air around you changes, so does the look in his eyes, and a moment later he gets up too, his arm wrapped loosely around your waist while he holds the door open for you as he walks you out of the place.

“You really have changed,” you comment as you’re sneaking out, so none of the others would notice, and you giggle at your unnecessary secrecy once you’re past the entrance to the building.

“I can be a gentleman too!” he insists. “Of course a high school boy wouldn’t think of that.” You catch the pout that forms on his lips as he adds the last part, and you inevitably laugh, pointing at his face.

“But you’re also really still the same.”

You decide on going to your place, as it’s nearby, and you take a taxi there. Though you know this is only going to be a one time thing, neither of you seems to be in a rush. You take the elevator to the sixth floor, grinning at each other in silence the entire ride - maybe because this reminds the both of you a bit too much of the way you used to sneak off together all the time back in school. But once you arrive at your apartment, the atmosphere between you somehow changes, and as you’re walking over to your little kitchen to offer him a drink, he stops you, wrapping his arm around your waist. His touch is firm now, and he comes to a halt when he’s standing right in front of you, closer than a friend would, but leaving more distance between you than a lover would, and keeping his voice lowered, he asks,

“So… are we going to go right to the distraction part? Or do we need to pretend that we still need to warm up to each other first?” You find him staring at your lips, then returning his gaze to your eyes as he waits patiently for your response. And you don’t manage to come up with anything smart to say to him, so you simply take a step forward, wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders, and you kiss him. His lips feel soft, just like you remember them, melting against yours perfectly. Yet there’s a firmness to his kiss that feels new to you. He used to always kiss you with eagerness, too much of it at times, impatient to feel more of you and for you to take control. It was no secret between you two that he actually quite enjoyed being put into his place by you, and now that there’s no such intentions apparent behind the way he moves his lips against yours, you find yourself having your breath taken away by the time you part.

“You really did grow up well…” you mutter, barely an inch apart. “Did your ex teach you to kiss like that?”

“Watch your mouth, Y/N,” he mutters darkly, another side of him that’s not exactly new to you, but one that you haven’t seen a lot in the past. And then he simply brushes his lips against yours again, softly and with care, quite in contrast to his sharp words. “I don’t wanna ruin this with thoughts about people I don’t know anymore.”

“Right…” you whisper, and before you can add a mumbled apology, he presses his lips to yours again. In between short kisses that inevitably leave you longing for more, he steers you closer to the wall behind you, until he has you trapped against it. Your shoulders meet the cold surface gently, and as you’re slowly getting to know this different side of him, you feel yourself being swept off your feet like he never knew how to.

One of his hands resting on your waist, his fingertips creep towards your hip as you’re sharing an open mouthed kiss. A moan escapes you when he presses you up against the wall closer, and as he slowly parts from you, you can see the playful grin showing on his face now.

“You changed too,” he comments, and again he closes the distance between you without giving you a chance to question his words. Your hands finding their way up into his short hair, your fingers get tangled with the strands and you carefully tug at them as he deepens this kiss as well. He’s kissing you slowly as you let him have the lead naturally, and as you keep making out like this, you eventually find yourself burning up whole under his touch. He moves from your mouth to your neck eventually, and you lean your head back with a deep sigh as he begins scattering hot kisses all over the area. His hand that’s been propped up against the wall now finds the back of your nape to support you, and when he comes back up, he whispers a question,

“Do we keep going like we used to? Or do you wanna go all the way this time?” Drunk on his kisses, you pull him in for another one on the mouth, and as you part you mutter,

“We’re not kids anymore. Let’s go all the way.” You step aside and he lets you, and you reach for his hands to walk him over to your couch. Giving him a push, he lets himself fall back onto the sofa, leaning against the backrest as his curious gaze never leaves you. “Don’t need this anymore…” you mumble as you pull off your shirt and throw it somewhere onto the ground, and then you crawl into his lap to straddle him. His hands find purchase on your hips immediately as he looks up at you with warm eyes. You cup his face in your hands and you lean in, capturing his lips in a teasing kiss. Sinking your teeth into his bottom lip, you lure a breathy moan out of him, and wanting to hear more, you keep kissing him like that. Feathery touches that would for sure make him want more eventually become overshadowed by you rolling his hips on top of him, and with each time he lets you hear his voice you become more eager. It’s almost as if you’ve become the one who can’t wait, and he’s the one acting with patience.

“Never knew you could turn me on this much,” he mutters as you pull back, moving your hips at a leisurely pace. You can undoubtedly feel the bulge in his pants, and it’s certainly not leaving you unaffected.

“I grew up too, Hyuck,” you say, and then you bury your face in his neck. You kiss a trail up to the spot right below his ear as he leans back, and his hands wander up your sides and to your back when you start nibbling on his skin.

“Mhm… you did, hm?” he answers. He finds the clasp of your bra and undoes it, and as the piece of clothing slides down your arms, you sit back so he can take it off you and fling it to the ground as well, somewhere in the general direction of where your shirt should be. He holds onto your sides as he takes in the sight in front of him, and as he draws closer to connect his lips to the skin on your chest, you can hear him saying,

“I know I never told you this as a boy but you look beautiful. I really regret not saying that to you.” He kisses his way up from the valley of your breasts to your throat and then back to your mouth, and just before he can connect his lips to yours, you whisper,

“It’s fine. I might’ve actually fallen for you if you had done that.” You laugh, and he does too, but his grin has a different meaning to it than yours.

“Don’t say that. We don’t want anything unfortunate to happen.” Connecting his lips to yours, he runs his tongue across them to ask for permission to enter, and without protest you let him deepen the kiss.

“Now you’re the one who said it,” you mumble a response in between kisses. “That’s a stupid thought anyway.”

“Right.” His fingertips dance south along your spine, and he eventually tugs at your pants as a sign that he wants those off as well. And so you peel yourself out of his hold, and while you’re discarding your jeans, he slips out of his shirt, and both clothing items land somewhere on the floor, soon to be forgotten. He makes you lie down flat on the couch as he crawls on top of you, and when he leaves a trail of small kisses up your torso, one of his hands finds its way to your hips, thumb hooking under the fabric of your panties.

“These too,” he says. “I want these off too.” You give him the okay to take them off as you comb your fingers through his hair once, and as soon as he’s gotten rid of the last piece of clothing on your body, he lowers himself to let his lips draw a map of your figure. Feeling his warm hands against your sides, you let out a sigh as you lean your head back and you close your eyes for a bit, just enjoying the way his kisses feel against your skin. Your hands fly to his hair again, and you find yourself massaging his scalp as he’s slowly going down on you. You let him lift your legs up onto his shoulders eventually, and when he buries his face between your legs, you can’t but let out a small moan. Tongue lapping at your folds, he hums at your taste, and then he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking on it gently.

“That feel good?” he asks, slurring his words a bit, and you nod, tugging at the strands of hair between your fingers.

“Yeah. Keep going…” And so he does, alternating between teasing you with his lips and the tip of his tongue, and when he retrieves one hand to slide his fingers inside you, he comments,

“So wet for me, hm?”

“Y-yeah…” You can unmistakably feel the knot in your stomach being tied tighter with every single touch of his, and when he pumps his fingers in and out of you at a frustratingly slow pace, you find yourself begging for more. “Faster… p-please…” Donghyuck simply hums at your plea, before he obliges, curling his fingers inside you just a little faster. Gradually picking up on speed, the way he flicks his tongue against your clit along with the waves of pleasure that run through your body with each time he hits that sweet spot inside you make you slowly lose your mind, and you let him know just how good he’s making you feel by moaning in tune with his movements.

“Don’t stop… please don’t stop…” you mewl as you look down on yourself to find him already gazing back up at you, observing all of your reactions closely through half-lidded eyes. Just a few more repetitions and he’s throwing you over the edge, making you clench around his fingers as you throw your head back with a moan. “Fuck…” you mutter after he pulls out of you carefully, and he crawls back up to kiss you on the lips. You can taste yourself on his tongue as you share a lazy kiss, and once you part, you place your palms on his chest to push him off you.

“Your turn,” you simply state as you sit up and you make some space so you can comfortably kneel in front of the sofa. Getting the message, he hurriedly rids himself of his pants and boxers, and when he sits down in front of you, you don’t waste another second to wrap your fingers around his length. Giving him a few strokes, he’s fully hard in no time, and he watches as he leans back, enjoying the attention.

“You really have no patience anymore, huh,” he mutters, and you lick your lips before returning his gaze.

“Want me to torture you a bit? Make you beg for it? I can do that too.”

“I can beg if you want me to,” he retorts, the confident expression not being wiped off his face so easily, and you decide to keep that piece of information in mind. Just in case. But for now you’re not planning on making him wait - he’s right, you’ve become impatient, and you’re dying to know what kind of sounds you might lure out of him with his dick in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his tip a few times, watching him part his lips slightly as he lets you hear a deep sigh and a praise directed at you. “That’s right…” he mutters, and when you take his tip into your mouth fully, he lets you hear a moan so sweet, you swear you could cum just from the sound of it. Slowly bobbing your head up and down and having your hand that’s wrapped around his base follow those same movements, you enjoy the way he keeps moaning at your ministrations, until eventually you hum in approval and he whines from the pleasure.

“Fuck…” A curse escapes him when his tip hits the back of your throat and you gag a little, and you find yourself amused at how easy it is to make a guy whine as soon as you have him in a position like this. You go painfully slow, but he takes all of your teasing, and just when you start feeling bad for him because of how desperate his moans are, you speed up, making sure to take him in as far as you can.

“Shit, Y/N…” he calls out to you. “Wait-”

“Hm?” You come up at his words, letting him slip out of your mouth.

“Wanna cum in your pussy…” The request makes you grin.

“So demanding…” you mutter, shooting him a challenging look.

“Please…” he tries to convince you, his pupils shaking as he’s awaiting your answer. But you’ve already made up your mind on how you’re going to proceed, and so you merely throw him a grin, before taking him back into your mouth. He throws his head back at you sucking him off at a faster pace now, probably in a mixture of frustration and pleasure, and as more curses fall from his lips along with your name, you know he’s close. You hum at his desperation and at the way he’s twitching in your hand while he’s bucking his hips up into your touch, and the next time you’re sinking all the way down on him, he cums with a moan. You try to swallow everything as he releases into your mouth, and when you let go of him you lick your lips to get the rest of it too, all while he watches with a hazy mind. And then you crawl into his lap, leaving a trail of kisses down the side of his throat, and eventually you say,

“Why not both?” You grab his face in one hand, gaze falling to his lips, and before he can say anything you kiss him to cut off his train of thought. “We have so much time tonight…” you mutter against his lips in between kisses, and he merely lets out small moans at your words. “We can do all the things we want. But let’s move somewhere more comfortable first.” And so you hurriedly walk over to your bedroom, Donghyuck pushing you against the mattress as soon as you’re there, and he doesn’t waste a single second to kiss you again. His lips nipping at your collarbones, you throw your arms around him, until finally you switch positions again, and you end up sitting on top of him, sinking down on his hard cock and biting your lower lip from how good it feels to be filled up like this.

“Fuck…” Now it’s you who’s cursing, fingers intertwined with his as you’re pinning his hands down to keep yourself stable. You know he’s drinking up the sight in front of him as you start slowly riding him, and the way he looks at you only turns you on more.

“Shit, you look so pretty like this…” he mumbles, completely taken aback, and he sits up, freeing his hands to hold onto your sides instead. “Can I kiss you?”

“You’re asking that now?” you chuckle as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and he lets out a short laugh as he too realizes how ridiculous his question was.

“You’re right,” he mutters, leaning in. “Then I’ll just kiss you whenever I want.” A rush of heat courses through your body as he presses his lips against yours, and you roll your hips on top of him just a little faster.

“Please do,” you whisper, barely audible, before Donghyuck closes the distance between you again. You take your time making out, until both of you feel that you’re coming close again, and with one hand between your bodies, he starts rubbing your clit for you as you keep your pace.

“I’ll help you,” he whispers, unable to take his eyes off your face as you’re both completely drunk on the other’s touches.

“Mhm…” you moan, chasing your own high on top of him. You’re the first one who comes undone, digging your nails into his shoulders and burying your face in the crook of his neck as your high shakes you.

“Don’t stop, Y/N…” His words sound desperate, and you do your best to keep moving despite feeling the overstimulation building up. He has both his hands on your back now, and you let out a moan when you feel him dragging his nails down to your hips. “Shit…!” Spitting out a curse, he releases inside you, and finally you come to a halt. You stay in your positions for a while, waiting until your heartbeats have returned to a normal pace in each other’s arms, before you both lie down side by side, out of breath and grinning at the other.

“Didn’t think you’d get that good without me…” he mutters a comment.

“Hey!” you shout playfully. “What was I supposed to do if you just disappear on me like that?”

“You didn’t contact me either,” he tries to defend himself, but you both know it was him who stopped replying to your messages, even though your conversations were already scarce after graduating. For now you decide to say nothing - your mind filled with bliss from what your night out ended up turning into, you wouldn’t want to ruin the mood. Instead, he’s the one to break the silence.

“Wanna keep going?” he asks, scooting over closer to you and making you lie flat on your back, kissing a trail down your jawline and placing a hand on top of your stomach. “I wanna keep going,” he adds, more silently, as his fingers are already wandering south.

“Alright,” you mutter, your hand up in his hair again as he drags his fingers down your folds, dipping inside once and then coming back up to your clit to draw circles onto it. “If I walk weird tomorrow it’s your fault,” you add, laughing.

“You just made me wanna see that,” he jokes back, before pressing a kiss to the side of your throat and letting his fingers take care of you.

You keep in touch after that, texting each other throughout the day - even on those days where you barely find the time or energy to be social, you’ll at least send some memes back and forth - and meeting up whenever you both have some free time. It really feels like you’re continuing right where you had left off five years ago whenever you find yourselves unable to stop laughing because of your own bickering, or when you’re sitting side by side, having a more serious conversation and simply offering an open ear to the other. And at the same time something about the way you treat each other has undoubtedly changed. Of course you both grew up and you’re more mature than you were as high school students, but it seems there’s something else lingering in the air during every interaction you have, you just can’t really put your finger on what that is.

You also keep meeting up to have sex.

“So? What does that make us?” you ask a question into the dimly lit room, staring up at the ceiling. You’re both lying side by side on his bed, the sheets beneath you messed up as evidence of what you’ve been doing, and the chilly air in the room hitting your skin lets you cool down a bit.

“What? This?” Donghyuck asks, turning his head so he could look at you.

“Yeah,” you respond. “We’re not just friends if we’re constantly hooking up, are we?” Your words are accompanied by a chuckle, meant to tell him that you’re not being as serious as you sound. Or maybe you are, but mostly because your other friends keep asking where you’re sneaking off so frequently these days, and why you don’t seem to have the time to meet up with them anymore. And everytime you tell them you’re seeing a different friend, a part of you feels like you’re lying. Maybe that’s because they’ve stopped believing you too, and they keep urging you on to finally admit that you’re dating someone. But you’re not dating Donghyuck, right?

“Fuckbuddies?” He rolls onto his side, head supported by his hand, and he gives you a mischievous look.

“I guess,” you say, and after some consideration you add, “My friends keep asking who I’m meeting all the time. They think I have a boyfriend.”

“Well, what does it feel like when you kiss me?” You’re too stunned to speak for a moment, not expecting him to pose such a serious question.

“I mean… you’re a good kisser?” You grin at him, rolling onto your side as well so you could face him, and as you’re drawing near, he’s already reaching out to capture your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“That’s all?”

“I think so.” He lets his lips brush against yours, puffy and reddened from making out earlier, and you feel warmth wrap around you. You also feel safe with him, but that’s not exclusively related to him kissing you, so you don’t feel the need to mention it.

“Then I can’t be your boyfriend,” he mutters when you part.

“So friends… with benefits then?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, great,” you say, letting yourself fall onto your back, sinking into the mattress. “I can’t go around telling my friends that I’m seeing a fuckbuddy.” Your friend giggles beside you.

“I mean you don’t have to,” he says. “If it’s easier to explain, you can just pretend you’re seeing a boyfriend. I don’t mind.”

“I wonder…” you mumble, more to yourself than to him. “Then they’ll want to meet you, so… anyway.” You sit up, letting your feet dangle off the side of the bed. “I’m kinda hungry. You wanna order something?”

“I’ll make us some ramen. But we should shower first.” He sits up as well, and when you throw him a look over your shoulder, he cocks his head to the side, giving you another grin. “Together?” You laugh at his suggestion.

“You just want another round in there, don’t you? We’re never gonna get food in that case. I’m going alone.”

“Awww…” he whines in defeat and it makes you smile. You crawl closer to him, placing a peck onto his pouting lips.

“We kiss an awful lot for fuckbuddies, though,” you remark, and then you get up.

“I don’t think we’re kissing nearly enough…” he mumbles an answer. Amused by his words, you shoot him another glance, and then you trot off to the bathroom.

“You free Friday night?” You glance at your phone screen when it lights up to quickly read Donghyuck’s message that you just received, and as you let out a sigh, you return your focus to the notebook in front of you. Skimming through your handwritten notes from the lecture you visited every wednesday afternoon a year ago still gives you anxiety - you’re not sure what more you’re supposed to study than this and the materials displayed on your laptop screen, and yet you don’t feel nearly prepared enough. You’re in your last semester - or at least you’re planning for this to be the last one - and you finally forced yourself to register for the exam you keep postponing because you horribly failed it the first time. The worst part is that it’s an oral exam, so no turning back once you’ve answered (or not answered) a question, even if a better response comes to you later on during the exam. And you hate that, because you know your brain tends to black out in stressful situations, and panicking while you’re supposed to recite your knowledge on a complicated topic doesn’t exactly help with that. You tear your eyes away from the materials eventually, taking another sip of your coffee and then picking up your phone off the small round dinner table in your flat.

“Sorry, I don’t have time then ㅠㅠ” You press send, and it doesn’t take long for your friend to reply.

“On the weekend? I’m busy Saturday but Sunday is fine!!”

“I don’t think I can make time until Tuesday. Sorry. Difficult exam coming up…”

“Then you should take a break!! I’m sure you’ve been studying all day” He’s not wrong with his assumption, but still you can’t bring yourself to set aside a few hours to fool around with him. You wouldn’t be able to relax and truly get the exam off your mind anyway, so you refuse again, even if it hurts you.

It’s been like this for a while now. The last time you’ve seen Donghyuck’s face was almost three weeks ago - after that university and sending job applications have taken up all your free time, and the few hours you had in between to rest you simply spent alone in the comfort of your own apartment, feeling too exhausted to even consider making plans with someone else. You know it might do you good to get out more for other things than going to uni, but at the same time you know you simply don’t have the energy right now - or you would’ve already scheduled a meetup with friends. It sucks, and you’re hoping for some space to breathe in between your schedules sometime soon, but at the same time you know you will be busy with uni until your graduation, and from then on you’ll be busy getting accustomed to work and proving yourself there. And the more you think about it, the more it starts to dawn on you that things will likely not change in the near future, and that somehow the life of a freshman and that of a senior don’t really match well at all.

But you brush those thoughts off for now. The last thing you need right now is a distraction, and so you get back to revising the contents for the exam.

And then comes Sunday afternoon, and you can feel the panic coursing through your veins as if you were about to suffocate from it any second now. You’ve always had some kind of exam anxiety, but it’s never been this bad, and you have absolutely no idea what to do with it except endure and hope that tomorrow will pass quickly. That’s when your phone buzzes to let you know you’ve gotten a message, and what you see when you open the chat room tips you over the edge.

“This would’ve been more fun if we had watched it together~” - along with a picture of a laptop screen showing the credits of a movie, the interior of Donghyuck’s flat showing in the background. Your hands are shaking as you read his message, your head spinning because suddenly the stress and a feeling of helplessness overwhelms you. You end up doing the first thing that comes to mind - you call him. He picks up after the first ring.

“Jealous?” he teases you, and you stay quiet, your words suddenly stuck in your throat. Hearing only your ragged breathing, he sounds serious when he continues talking after a few moments of silence. “Are you okay?”

“No.”

“What’s up? Wanna talk about it?”

“...the exam…”

“Ahh… you’re freaking out because of it?”

“Y-yeah…” Tears well up in your eyes, but you fight hard to keep them from falling. You know if you start crying now, chances are you won’t be able to talk properly in order to explain yourself to him. “I studied everything but I don’t feel like it’s enough… I have no idea how I’m supposed to pass tomorrow…” A sob escapes you at the end of it, and Donghyuck doesn’t hesitate to answer,

“I’ll come over. Just wait for me and hold tight, I’ll be there in 30.”

And so that’s what he does. He doesn’t even give you the time to refuse when he hangs up, and sure enough roughly 30 minutes later he’s at your doorstep. Putting down his bags and taking off his shoes, the first thing he does is pull you into a tight hug.

“Come here,” whispered against the side of your head as he’s already holding you close, he hugs you until he can feel some of the tension leaving your body. When he finally lets you go, he picks up a paper bag he brought with him, holding it out to you and you take it from him. “I bought them on the way. I thought you could use some comfort food.” A glance inside the bag reveals a box decorated with the logo of your favourite bakery.

“Oh my god… thank you!” you exclaim, and you give him another hug as he lets out a bit of an awkward laugh.

“Ah, it’s fine, it’s nothing. Let’s have these while we go over your materials together, okay?”

“Huh?” You take a step back and raise your eyebrows at him.

“I came to help you study. So you can kick ass tomorrow!” Throwing a fist in the air in a victorious gesture, you cringe a bit at his childlike enthusiasm, but at the same time you feel thankful. Like you had been in free fall for the past days and finally someone came to catch you.

“Okay,” you accept his offer to help, and then you walk over to the small table in your living room where your laptop and your notes are scattered all over. Briefly organizing them, you skim through them together, and when you’ve reached the end of it, Donghyuck starts asking you random questions related to the topic that he can come up with. And with every question that you manage to answer, you feel just a little calmer, until you’ve gone through everything several times and it’s long dark outside.

“You’re gonna do well tomorrow,” the guy sitting next to you tells you, throwing his hand up in the air to do some stretching and you do the same, your body aching for a bit of movement after sitting down for hours.

“You think so?”

“Of course!” He seems almost offended at you doubting yourself now. “Look at all these things you memorized perfectly! You’re gonna be just fine.”

“You’re right…” you mutter. “I do feel more confident now.” Yet, you let your head hang.

“But…?” he asks.

“But… I know by the time the exam starts tomorrow I’ll be so nervous, I might forget everything…” He reaches for your hands, taking them into his and giving both of them a gentle squeeze as he looks intently at your face.

“Then you think about how well you just did and how long we just spent repeating everything you studied. With this much preparation, there’s no way you would fail.” You know that realistically speaking, that’s not necessarily true, but you decide to believe him for now. Putting trust into his words puts you at ease, so that’s what you’re going to do.

“Alright,” you say. “It’ll be fine.”

“Of course it will,” he says, laughing as if he had not a single doubt about it.

“But…”

“Another but?”

“It’s almost 2am,” you say.

“Oh.”

“Wanna stay over? It takes you ages to get home if you have to take the night buses, right?”

“It’s fine, I’ll just take a taxi,” he replies, adding, “I don’t wanna stress you out more by staying over.”

“No, I-” All the times you felt yourself forced to turn down his invitations to meet up during the past few weeks are suddenly fresh in your memory, and eventually you manage to say, “I’d actually be thankful if you could stay over… you know… keep the bad thoughts away…”

“Sure…” he responds, and growing very quiet suddenly, he gets up to wrap you into another hug. “I’ll stay.”

You each take a shower and get ready for bed, him throwing on some of his clothes you had lying around at your place anyway, and when you get under the sheets together, it feels different than usually when you sleep in the same bed. Neither of you has any thoughts about having sex for a change, and instead he simply pulls you close to let you rest your head on top of his chest. You wrap an arm around his waist as you listen to his heartbeat, already feeling sleepiness overcome you as you snuggle up to him and you can feel him drawing mindless patterns onto your skin. You feel a sense of peace and safety washing over you when your eyelids simply fall shut, and as you fall asleep you almost don’t register the way he presses a soft kiss onto your forehead.

When you open the email telling you that you got a C on your exam, the first thing you can think of doing is letting Donghyuck know.

“I passed!!!” You send him a message, and he surely doesn’t let you wait too long for an answer, along with a little sticker of a bear wearing a gold medal and giving a thumbs up.

“I told you so!!”

“It’s all thanks to you,” you write. “We need to go celebrate! Drinks on me.”

“Sounds good~”

With a broad smile on your face you put your phone into the pocket of your padded jacket. It has become cold outside, and there’s a thin layer of snow on the streets from last night. It’s the beginning of December, and before Christmas and new years you’re still going to be very busy. You have two job interviews coming up, have to prepare for your final exams and in between you should find some time to work on your dissertation. Still somehow you’re confident that you would easily be able to find a date where you can go out for your little celebration with your friend, but when you run into him on campus a week later, reality hits you right in the face.

“Y/N!” Donghyuck calls out to you as he spots you among a bunch of other students, and you fall behind to briefly talk to him.

“Oh, hi,” you say, not having seen him at all.

“You still didn’t reply to my messages,” he remarks and you immediately pull out your phone, indeed finding that you’ve left him on read two days ago.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” you apologize as you remember that you clearly had the intent to respond to him, but then very obviously failed to do so. “Ah, if we can meet… today?”

“Yesterday,” he corrects you. “But I guess that didn’t happen…” You can unmistakably see the disappointment in his expression, even though he’s doing his utmost to hide it, and you furrow your brows at the sight in front of you.

“I’m sorry… I must’ve forgotten to reply while studying or something,” you say, unable to look him in the face. “You know, finals coming up.”

“Yeah… I’m studying a lot too these days,” he says, quickly adding, “But I guess as a senior it’s only natural that you’re even busier than I am.” His words sting for some reason, but it’s not like he’s wrong. Truth be told, you’ve been studying every free minute for the past few days, and in between you had a job interview that you don’t have the best of gut feelings about. You were so busy that you barely manage to have three meals a day, and yet you feel guilty about not being able to make time for him.

“I’m really sorry, Hyuck…” you say and he mutters an “it’s okay” as an answer. “But it’s not, is it?” To that he merely glances to the side, showing a sorry smile. And right then you have an idea. “You know what?” As you reach out to take his hand into yours, he raises his eyebrows at you, taken by surprise by your sudden action. “Let’s set a date right now. Then we don’t have to worry about me forgetting to reply or something.”

“But… that won’t change the fact that you’re super busy…” he reasons, but you cut him off.

“It’s fine, I should be able to spare at least a few hours,” you say, opening your calendar app on your phone and scrolling through the days until exam week starts. “How about next Friday? Friday night sounds like a good time for a little study break and having a celebration instead.”

“S-sure.” You barely notice how he’s atypically dumbfounded at your enthusiasm, only focusing on the fact that you finally found a date to see each other again.

“Great! My place or yours?” you ask, already typing it into your phone.

“Mine… you wanna bring the drinks? Then I’ll take care of the food,” he offers, now taking his phone out as well, probably to put the meet up into his calendar as well.

“Sounds good,” you say in a rush. “Then I’ll see you Friday! Sorry, but… I really have to go now. I was gonna study some more at the library - you coming too?”

“Ah, no, I… have class in half an hour,” he explains briefly, and as you wave your goodbyes and you’re already running off, you fail to notice how his shoulders are suddenly slouched over and there’s a hint of disappointment in the way he looks at you as you’re walking away.

You sigh as you stare at the email you just received, and you immediately regret even checking your mailbox in the middle of studying in the first place. You got rejected for the last job you applied to - but at least you should be thankful that they let you know about it in the first place, right? After all, the last two companies didn’t even do that much after your interview with them. You gulp, trying to swallow all the disappointment bubbling up inside and attempting to shove it back down to where it came from, and then eventually you cross your arms on the table, resting your head on top and you close your eyes for a while. Another sigh escapes you, and you feel the weight of your responsibilities lay heavily on your shoulders. You’re trying not to beat yourself up over not having found a job for after your graduation yet - you know that everyone’s struggling with finding employment these days. But you really don’t want to take on a job you’re overqualified for, or one that’s not in your field of studies at all. You’ve already made too many compromises because of this, like being willing to move to another city for your job, or expanding on what type of positions you’re applying to. And still, nothing. It’s starting to get to you, even though you hate that it is, and even though you had told yourself to focus on your exams and your dissertation first and foremost. But all of these things stacked on top of each other have led you to lose your spark a bit, and there’s no denying you’re starting to feel burnt out.

You tell yourself it’s fine, it will pass and eventually your life will get less stressful again. But for now you can feel that you’re at your limit, and you could really use some comfort.

“Right,” you mutter to yourself, lifting your head and looking at the date displayed in the bottom corner of your laptop screen. “Only a few hours to go. Then I can see him.” It’s Friday afternoon, and so you take a deep breath and bring yourself to study some more, before you can finally go to Donghyuck’s place, spending a full evening not having to think about any of this. Burying your head in your books and your lecture notes, you end up not realizing how fast the time is passing, and next time you check the clock, it’s already past 7.

“Oh god…” you quickly pick up your phone, seeing that your friend already sent you a message asking where you are. You were scheduled to be at his place at 7, but somehow you completely lost track of time.

“I’m so sory I didn’t realize hwo late is is. Ill hurry!!” You type up that message as quickly as possible, ignoring the typos as you send it, and then you jump out of your seat to get ready.

It’s almost 8pm when he opens the door for you and you apologize first thing as you hand him the tote bag with the alcohol you had promised to bring.

“Ah, but you thought of the important stuff,” he says with a forced smile, trying to brighten the mood a bit before he invites you in and you kick off your shoes and take off your coat to follow him inside.

“I’m really really sorry,” you say once again when you’ve made yourself comfortable on his couch. “I was studying and suddenly it was already this late…”

“It’s okay,” Donghyuck says as he carries over two glasses from the kitchen, handing you one of them. “We’re both busy, it’s not like I don’t understand.”

“But you’re upset.”

“A little,” he admits without looking you in the eyes, and when he continues talking, he does his best to sound cheerful. “But let’s not let that ruin the entire evening. We were both looking forward to today, right?”

“Yeah,” you say. “You won’t believe how glad I am to finally be here,” you add, and you feel the way your body relaxes just by being near him. You earn yourself a bright smile for that comment, before he lifts up the glass in his hand.

“I found the recipe for this a few days ago and wanted to try it,” he says. “I thought it’s your style.” You find a few ice cubes swimming in the beverage he handed you, along with a slice of lemon. The color is a dark shade of yellow at the bottom, and completely transparent at the top, and you nod at the presentation.

“It looks good,” you say. “I’ll try it. Cheers!” Each taking a sip, you agree that you like the taste, and the guy sitting next to you on his sofa explains,

“The recipe says you should put a bit of mint in as well, but… I didn’t have any.”

“I think it’s good the way it is… but, I’m starving. Let’s order food?”

“Me too,” he answers, getting out his phone.

You order takeout, and while you eat and drink, you watch a movie that you’ve both been wanting to see for some time. You end up chatting here and there during less interesting scenes, and even though you enjoy the movie overall, you enjoy talking to him more. Eventually, as your eyelids begin to feel heavy, you rest your head on his shoulder and he lets you, and you don’t think anything of the peaceful smile he gives you upon feeling you so close to him. He puts one of his hands on top of your thigh, mindlessly rubbing his palm up and down, and by the end of the movie you can’t deny anymore that his actions are affecting you. Credits still rolling, you turn your head to face him, and wordlessly you kiss him, his lips melting against yours. You part for a mere second in which you put your hand behind his neck, and as you let yourself fall against the backrest of his sofa, he hovers above you, distance closing again.

“Hyuck…” you breathe his name when you part the next time. “Need you…”

“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable,” he mutters into a sweet kiss, and then he gets up, taking you by your hands to pull you up along with him. As soon as you step into the bedroom you pull him in for another kiss, and you stumble backwards as he steers you towards his bed. He barely lets you lie down when he’s already on top of you, kissing you more deeply. Tongue running across your lip to ask for permission to enter, you allow it without hesitation, and you moan at the way he kisses you slowly but passionately.

“I’ll take care of you,” he says after parting, “just lean back, okay?”

“Okay…” you answer and he lets his fingertips wander down your clothed body. Undoing the button of your jeans, he unhurriedly slips his hand inside them, and he watches you intently as his fingertips brush against your soaked panties, his voice sultry as he teases you, “So wet already… I didn’t know you were that desperate for me…” Before letting you answer, he leans in to place a lingering kiss to the corner of your mouth, starting to rub up and down between your folds slowly.

“I thought I’d go crazy without this…” you confess, arms wrapped around him and one hand up in his hair. You play with his locks as he teases you, and you whine, “More, please… don’t make me wait even longer…”

“What do you want, baby?” he asks, and then he buries his face in your neck, leaving kisses there as you throw your head back.

“Anything… even if it’s just your fingers, please just get me off…” you beg, only now realizing just how desperate you really are. Donghyuck gulps at your words, and he kisses his way up to your jaw and along it, until his lips are hovering right above yours.

“Tell me how badly you need me…” he mutters, pushing the fabric of your underwear aside so he could touch you directly. “I wanna hear everything.” As he starts rubbing small circles on your clit his lips go back to tending to your neck, kissing and nipping on the sensitive skin and making it that much more difficult for you to form coherent sentences. Still you can’t but do as told.

“So bad… need you so bad,” you mewl. “I tried to get off so many times, but nothing feels as good as when you touch me…” He hums at your words, granting you a finger dipping inside your pussy for just a moment in return and gasping at just how wet you are.

“I’ll make up for it,” he says. “I’ll make you cum so good.” You whimper, and then you instinctively buck your hips as his finger ghosts above your entrance. You hear him curse through gritted teeth at how needy you’re becoming, and blood rushes to your head from the thought alone that your state could turn him on so much as well.

“Please… just give me your fingers…” you whine, and to your surprise Donghyuck doesn’t drag out his teasing for longer. And so you cry out when he pushes inside, pumping in and out of you while watching your every reaction to his touch. “Fuck…” you hiss, already seeing your high approaching from far away. “I’m not gonna last long…”

“It’s okay,” he coos over you. “Wanna feel you cum around my fingers… can you take another one?”

“Y-yes… yes please…” you say mindlessly, only being able to think about how you want to feel him more. The stretch is bearable when he pushes into you with three fingers, and when he presses his thumb against your bundle of nerves, fingering you skillfully, you think you’re about to lose your mind. “Fuck… yes… don’t stop, please…” you mewl as he slowly picks up speed until he can see the bliss on your facial features. At this point all you can do is moan his name and dig your nails into his shoulder blades as you cling to him, bucking your hips in chase of your orgasm.

“Shit, you’re so pretty…” you hear him mutter under his breath as he marvels at the sight in front of him, and next thing you know your whole body is shaken by the force of your high. You whine as he fucks you through it, right until your last aftershocks, and then you simply close your eyes as you lay back on his bed, feeling the exhaustion from the past weeks taking over you. Licking his fingers clean after pulling out of you, he then captures your chin between his thumb and index finger to make you look at him.

“What do you want me to do next?” he asks, his words sounding maybe even sweeter than usual to your ears, and you blame it on the way your mind is still in a haze from your orgasm. You think about it for a short while, and in the end you simply snuggle up to him closely.

“Let’s just… stay like this for a while,” you answer. “If that’s okay with you… I think I just need to be close to you.”

“Sure…” Donghyuck mutters, a bit taken aback by your response that must’ve come very unexpectedly to him. However, he doesn’t hesitate to put an arm around your frame, making you feel safe in a warm embrace. “That good?” he asks, and when you nod he presses his lips against your forehead, lingering there for a while.

You don’t move, not knowing how much time is passing while you’re merely listening to the other’s breathing and enjoying each other’s warmth. At that moment, you wish you could stay like this forever, but as you close your eyes and begin to relax, all your thoughts from the past weeks about your situation with him catch up to you one by one. Deep inside you know it can’t stay like this. And the longer you’re dragging this out, the more clearly you can see just how unfair this is on him. And so eventually, you don’t see any other plausible course of action to take next than to start talking.

“Thank you… for being by my side,” you mutter. Your hand having found its way into his, you’re playing with his fingers, eyes focused on that. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you lately… really.”

“Of course!” he responds, moving back a bit to get a proper look at your face. “You know I’d do anything for you.” You chuckle at his exaggerated words, letting go of his hand and ruffling his hair instead.

“I’m glad to have met you again,” you continue. “But… I’ve been thinking, you know? And I don’t think we can go on like this.”

“What…?”

“Just… I’m only gonna get busier, you know…?” The exact moment that he sits up, his comforting touch being torn away from you as he stares at you with disbelief on his face, you inevitably begin to feel like you fucked up. But you started this now, and there’s no way you could dig yourself back out of this mess, so you decide it’d be for the best to just see it through and be honest with him. “You know that I could never pay you back all that you’ve done for me… Hyuck.” You call out his name, but he barely even reacts with nothing but a blank expression in his eyes. You could’ve sworn you’ve never seen him this pale. “I’m gonna graduate, Hyuck. You’ll still be a student when I start working. Hell, I might have to move somewhere completely different if I don’t find a job in this city soon. And once I do find employment, I’m gonna have to work my ass off to prove my worth. I won’t have time to fool around like this anymore…”

“Fool… around…?” he repeats, speaking slowly, as his expression suddenly reflects a hundred complicated feelings. “Fool around… was all this is to you?”

“I mean… we’re friends too, obviously-”

“Y/N,” he cuts you off, and the way he says your name stabs you like a knife. “I have feelings too, you know. You can’t just…” A bitter laugh escapes him. “You’re going to tell me that it’s better if we didn’t see each other anymore, aren’t you?”

“No!” you immediately refute. “I mean-... look, we can stay friends, but I don’t know how much we’ll actually be able to see each other-”

“Friends?” he repeats in utter disbelief. “You don’t realize it, do you?”

“Realize what-”

“I’m in love with you, Y/N. I love you.”

“What…?” That is all you manage to reply to his confession. You really did never notice it, and so this comes as a shock to you. You realize that maybe him saying he’d do anything for you wasn’t an exaggeration at all, but you didn’t think he’d keep this fuckbuddy thing up if he had feelings for you all along. As if he had read your mind, he says,

“I’m sorry… I-... I didn’t want to tell you like this…” he speaks, his head hanging low now. “Not when I know you have a thousand other things to worry about, but… I just couldn’t… you said all these hurtful things. I don’t think you know how much hearing all that just now hurts.”

“I-,” you begin, but you don’t know what to say. You stare at him in utter disbelief for a moment, and then all of a sudden, from one second to the other, you feel like you’re going to suffocate if you don’t get out of here as fast as possible. “I… I can’t do this right now.” You get up off the bed and zip up your jeans. Your head is in chaos and your emotions are all jumbled up, but the one thing you can clearly feel is the anger burning in your veins. You truly are upset that he dropped such a bomb on you just before exams start and you need a clear head more than anything. “I’m going home… sorry,” you mutter under your breath, and without another look back at the guy who can’t do anything but watch as you’re slipping out of his grasp once again, you walk out of the door.

“Good luck for your exams” You let out a sigh as you finally delete the notification of the message Donghyuck sent you four days ago as you’re on your way to uni for your last exam. It’s Friday noon and you can’t wait for all of this to be over, the beginning of winter break feeling like you’re finally about to reach the safe shore after you’ve been almost drowning for weeks.

You didn’t talk to Donghyuck for the entirety of the week - of course, or you would’ve long answered his message that he sent you on Monday. But you couldn’t bring yourself to, you didn’t even dare open the chatroom. Instead, you had focused on the necessities to get you through this week: sleep, eat, revise everything you studied, be on time for your exams, rinse and repeat. And now that it’s already the last day of this nightmare, you can’t wait to simply crash into bed once you arrive home tonight.

It’s true that you’ve been feeling the relief after every single exam you finished, like some of the weight was taken off your shoulder with each time you walk out of a lecture hall. And yet you still feel the tiredness in your bones, but there’s something else tugging at your limbs and trying to make you stop running from one task to the other. However, you don’t let it. Too big is the fear of what you might find if you do stop and have a look, so you force all thoughts out of your mind that have nothing to do with your exams. And today as well your mind is empty when you take your seat and you’re handed the paper you’re supposed to fill out during the next one and a half hours, trusting your memory and your ability to recall the correct answers you have studied to each question.

As you’re leaving the lecture hall, finally done with the last one of your exams, somebody calls out to you. You turn your head to find one of your friends catching up with you, greeting you with a lively expression on her face.

“We’re finally done,” she says. “Now we only need to wait for our final paper to be graded and then we’re free!”

“Yeah,” you respond, trying to sound cheerful but inevitably failing. You’re just tired at this point, and no matter how relieved you are that exams are over, you can’t bring yourself to be happy.

“What’s with you?” your friend asks, concern in her voice. “Do you have to redo one of your exams?”

“No, no, it’s nothing,” you assure her, but she doesn’t buy it.

“There’s something up with you. Did studying take that much out of you?”

“I guess,” you reply as you walk down the hallway with her, but then you hesitate. “Actually… nevermind.”

“Hm? Y/N, what is it? You’re being really weird.” She steps in front of you, making you halt on the spot, but eventually she keeps walking. “It’s okay, I shouldn’t pressure you to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“...it’s about a friend,” you admit finally.

“A friend?” she repeats. “Did something happen to them?”

“No, just… we just haven’t seen each other much lately, and… yeah.” You lower your head and she steps closer.

“That must be a very good friend if you miss them so much,” she states, matter of factly, and that’s when you feel a stab right to your heart, putting you in physical pain.

“Right…” you mutter. Without you realizing, Donghyuck’s presence has painted your ordinary days in a color of hope, wrapping you in a feeling of safety whenever you’re with him and making you become way too comfortable around him. And now that it’s come this far, you don’t know how you’re supposed to scratch off all that paint anymore. The thought alone makes you feel sick to the stomach - you shouldn’t have been such an idiot. You knew where this would lead, and that you wouldn’t have the time to fool around with him anymore once you’ve graduated. A feeling of deep regret overcomes you.

You shouldn’t have said yes when he suggested leaving your class reunion together.

When you get home that day, you finally let yourself feel the full consequences of the past weeks filled with stress and you crash into your bed immediately. You haven’t planned to go to sleep this early, but at some point you simply find yourself drifting off, and the next time you open your eyes it’s Saturday morning.

Your body aches as you force yourself to get out of bed, and when you open the curtains and the sunlight blinds your eyes, you curse existence itself. You trod over to the bathroom, wash your face, and after finding yourself unable to look at your reflection in the mirror, you return to your little kitchen to get yourself a simple breakfast. Finishing it while scrolling through social media on your phone, you then get yourself back to your bed, plummeting down on it and grabbing one of the books stacked atop your bedside table that you never found the time to finish while uni has kept you occupied. You open it on the page you had left off weeks ago, and after fighting your way through roughly two and a half paragraphs, you give up and you put the book back to where it’s been resting untouched until now. Your mind just won’t let you focus on this now, so you pick your heavy body up off the comfortable sheets and decide to take a shower first of all.

Things continue like this for the next few days. Even though exams are finally over, you just can’t find it in you to rest properly. Neither going out to have fun nor staying at home and having some quality alone time sound appealing to you, and soon enough you figure out why. No matter what you do or where you are, there’s this constant pain in your chest dragging you down, because time and time again you find yourself impulsively wanting to tell Donghyuck about your day, or even just sending him a funny meme you found on instagram. But you can’t. In a way this reminds you of five years ago, when you started spending less and less time together in high school and then eventually broke up with each other. You recall finding yourself in situations like this back when you started college as well, wanting to tell him about something fun or exciting that happened but feeling unable to, because it’s already been months since you had last talked. However, there’s one significant difference between then and now.

Then, you merely found it a shame that you couldn’t freely text him or talk to him anymore. But you had moved on, finding new friends to talk to about those same things. Now, it’s like someone had torn a chunk of yourself out of your chest, and you’re slowly bleeding out as your nervous system prevents you from doing anything at all, signaling you that there must be a more urgent matter to take care of first. And only once you come to understand that this matter has to do with nothing other than Donghyuck himself, that’s when something finally connects in your mind. Your days have been painted with his colors, but maybe you’re not supposed to get rid of all that paint. Maybe you’re simply supposed to embrace it, because after all those years he’s become someone who’s just right for you. And maybe he’s become someone you can even come to love.

No, he’s already someone you love, you just never realized it.

Without thinking, you open your chatroom with Donghyuck, his last message still unanswered, and you start typing.

“I need to see you.”

“Now.”

You stand on his doorstep, taking a deep breath. Donghyuck had texted you back eventually, offering to meet at his place, so that’s where you are now, nervous to ring the doorbell. It was you who suddenly decided to come see him, so why are you so hesitant?

Another deep breath, exhaled shakily, and you reach out to press the bell button. Maybe 10 seconds later, the door opens, and when Donghyuck mutters a greeting with a distant expression in his eyes, it’s like a slap to your face.

“Come in, I guess,” he says as he’s already turning around, and you do as told. Taking your shoes off, you follow him a few steps inside, and shooting you a cold look, he asks, “What do you need to talk about?”

You’ve never seen him like this. Even when you broke up at the end of high school there wasn’t such a dark expression on his face. At that moment you have no idea how to shake off the guilt anymore, and so all you can do is let the words burst out of you.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry for doing this to you.” He watches you with a look over his shoulder and you let your head hang, hoping he isn’t aware of the way tears are welling up in your eyes. “I can’t imagine how much I must’ve hurt you.” You add those words through gritted teeth, afraid of a sob suddenly making its way past your lips if you’re not careful.

“Then why are you the one crying?” he asks, staying surprisingly calm.

“B-because…” You gulp, and figuring that it’s too late anyway, you lift your chin to look at him and you use the sleeves of your shirt to wipe the tears from your eyes. “Because I’m an idiot. And I don’t want to see the person I love suffer.”

“Y/N…” he breathes your name before turning around fully to face you. He steps closer, but still keeps a good distance between you two. “You rejected me only a few days ago…”

“I know.” Your words are merely a whisper now. “Because I was scared… the future seems so overwhelming that I kept thinking I don’t have space for something like this. But… that doesn’t mean… that I didn’t still fall in love with you.” Silence follows, the only sound disrupting it being the soft sigh Donghyuck lets out before he finally closes the distance between you.

“Can I… hold you?” You nod at his question and you let him come closer, until you find yourself safely wrapped into his embrace, his warm breath tickling your neck as he buries his face there.

“I’m so sorry for how I acted… you must really hate me now…” you mutter, and you’re almost startled when your friend lets out a laugh as he’s holding you.

“Yes, because I always go around hugging my enemies like this,” he says with a tired yet cheeky grin on his lips, and seeing that expression on his face suddenly washes all your worries away.

“Right…”

“It’s okay, Y/N… I know you had a rough time. I shouldn’t have confessed to you so suddenly either,” he apologizes, but you immediately shake your head, vigorously.

“No, don’t say sorry! I… I kind of get it… that it had to get out,” you say. “Especially after I said all those hurtful things to you.” He brings one hand up to your cheek, brushing his knuckles against the skin there and as his eyes scan your facial features you can unmistakably see how much he adores you. It makes your heart soar, and you part your lips as your gaze falls to his mouth.

“Y/N,” he calls out to you. “Does that mean… I can ask you to be my girlfriend now?”

“Sure…” you mumble, the urge to feel his lips on yours clouding your mind. “And when I’m your girlfriend… can you kiss me then?”

“Of course,” he chuckles, and he takes a tiny step away from you so he could take your hands into his, intertwining your fingers. “Y/N, would you be my girlfriend?” You can’t suppress the smile that creeps onto your face as you listen to his question, and you nod.

“Yes, please,” you answer. “Let me be your girlfriend.” And then he kisses you, slowly and carefully, and this time you aren’t confused on what those feelings he’s pouring into this kiss are. This time you know that it’s all the love he has for you, and you let it wrap you into a veil of warmth and comfort, feeling safe with him.

“I love you,” you mutter in between kisses, and eventually your hands find their way up into his hair. You kiss him back as you comb through it, and when you hear him whisper those same words back at you in between kisses, you once again can’t control the smile on your lips. You part to look at each other, finding an unmistakable desire for more behind his gaze, and so you begin moving as you connect your lips to his again.

"I'm sorry..." you mutter in between kisses, as you're steering him towards the bedroom, and he lets out a sigh against your lips in response. "I want to make it up to you."

"You don't have to," Donghyuck mutters with his hands on your waist, and you reach the bed, positioning yourselves so you could have him sit with one swift push against his chest. Crawling on top of him as he merely looks up at you, eyes half-lidded and lips slightly parted while he awaits your next kiss, he's already completely drunk on you.

"Then see it as me taking care of you?" you whisper, reconnecting your lips to his. Your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders and him having his hands securely placed on your sides for stability, you merely keep kissing like that. Unhurriedly, because now you both know there's nothing rushing you anymore, nothing that would tear you apart.

"I love you." He mutters those words as you part, and when you open your eyes you can see him already nervously peeking up at you. You can't help but smile endearingly, cupping his cheek with one hand before you lean in for another sweet kiss to his reddened lips.

"I love you too, Hyuck," you say just when you pull back, and you let your fingertips wander down his upper body. Watching his face closely for his reactions, you pull his shirt off him, tossing it to the floor, and then you add, "Lie down for me, baby. I'll make you feel good." It comes as a surprise even to you to see him obey so quickly, and you let your palm glide down the bare skin on his chest and abdomen as he lies back. And then, when you reach for his wrists to pin them against the bed right next to his head, you can see a slight but still apparent blush creeping onto his cheeks, and he lets out a sound that's somewhere between a groan and a quiet whine.

"Fuck, you make me go crazy," you mutter as you press another kiss to his puffy lips, and when you sink your teeth into his bottom lip he moans into your mouth, the act alone sending heatwaves through your body. You instinctively roll your hips on top of his, earning yourself another small mewl from him, and then you trail kisses from the corner of his mouth to his throat. He leans his head back to give you better access, brows furrowed as he sighs in contentment. Forming his hands into fists, he digs his nails into his palms and whines some more as you continue grinding down on him, and the way you feel him grow underneath you turns you on as well. And then eventually you let go of his wrists to work your way down, peppering kisses all over his chest as he immediately throws his arms around your body, holding onto you tightly.

"Hyuck..." you call out his name as you sit up briefly, and then you continue trailing nips and kisses down his body. "Let me hear you." He curses as your hand ghosts above his core, watching you with an expectant gaze in his eyes. You pull down the sweatpants he's wearing, and then his underwear, both just enough so his hard length is exposed. You wrap your fingers around him, and you kneel above him now, one of his thighs positioned between your legs, so you could get a good look at his face as you start to slowly jerk him off.

"Look at me," you demand, and he does, the blush returning to his cheeks.

"Faster..." he mutters, barely audible, and you teasingly ask him to repeat himself. "Faster, please..." he begs through gritted teeth, and when you tighten your grip on his shaft just a little bit, he responds with a moan. "Can't take it..."

"Are you gonna let me hear more of those pretty moans?" you question, lips quivering in anticipation.

"Y-yes..." You don't know if your mind is tricking you or if his blush is growing just a bit darker as he answers, but either way you begin to move your hand faster, having him whining underneath you as he throws his head back. You watch with your lips slightly parted, and it's not like you've never seen him like this before, but there's just something about the way he gives himself up to pleasure when you have him in this kind of position that always gets you going. You move your hips in tune with the speed at which you get him off, grinding your clothed core down on his thigh, and he pushes his leg up just a bit to give you more friction.

"Shit..." you hiss, pleasure clouding your mind, and Donghyuck reaches down to wrap his fingers around your hand, guiding you into a faster pace. You collect the precum leaking his tip and use it as lube to glide down his length more smoothly, and as you can see on his face that he's about to lose himself to the sensation, you mutter a warning, "Don't cum yet."

"But-" he whines, and you take your hand away just before he can reach his high. "Y/N..." he desperately whines your name and you lean in to press a soothing kiss somewhere onto his chest, and then another one against his cheek.

"I wanna have you cumming inside me," you whisper, and when you sit back up you quickly rid yourself of all your clothes, in the end helping him out of his pants as well. You crawl on top of him, your hands placed on his shoulders for support, and you let out a curse as you roll your hips against him, his tip rubbing against your folds. And once again he whines, pressing his eyes tightly shut and digging his nails into your hips.

"Just fuck me already..." he breathes, but you have other plans.

"Be good and I will, baby," you coo as you repeat your motion without letting him slip inside you. He begins to squirm underneath you, visibly fighting to suppress his orgasm, and you swear you could cum from the sight alone. "Fuck... you're so fucking hot like that, Hyuck..." you mutter through gritted teeth, his repeated whines sounding like music to your ears.

"C-can't... hold back..." And once again you stop the stimulation just as he's about to cum, and with a frustrated groan he throws his head back into the mattress, dragging his nails down your skin. You reach for his hands, and as you intertwine your fingers you pin them above his head, and you can't but coo over the desperate look he gives you, and the way his cheeks are reddening again.

"You gonna cum right when I take you in, aren't you?" you ask, smirking at him after pressing a kiss to his forehead. "So desperate for my pussy..." And he can't do anything but whine at your words, because you both know you're right, and him denying it would just make him look stupid. "Then cum for me, baby," you mutter against his lips as you seal them with yours, running your tongue along his mouth to deepen the kiss. You sink down on him, taking in his size with ease, and the second you start rolling your hips he releases inside you as he moans into your mouth. Heat rushes through your veins when you part and you sit up, letting go of his wrists and combing the fingers of one hand through his disheveled hair instead.

"Didn't think you really would cum the instant you're inside me," you mock him, earning yourself another whine from him. "And I bet you're also gonna be hard again in no time if I keep this up," you mumble, rolling your hips on top of him slowly. "Such a sucker for when I'm in control, huh?"

"Yeah..." he breathes out, and you unexpectedly feel your heart swell at his answer. Usually he'd be fighting back by now, trying to battle you for dominance or at least being bratty, but today you really just have him at your mercy unconditionally.

"Is it because I finally said that I love you?" you conclude, as if he had heard your thought process.

"Huh?" You run your fingers through his hair again, and then you lean in for another deep kiss.

"Do you like it that much when I play with you like this, or are you being good because you're scared I'll leave if you're not perfect for me?" Donghyuck stares at you for a while as you sit back up, the blush on his cheeks fading, and when he finally reaches out to you to press your body against his for a tight embrace, he answers,

"No, I trust you. And I kinda like it when you sometimes use me." A storm of emotions washing over you, you bring some distance between you and him slowly, and after mustering his genuine expression for a while, you reach for his hands once again.

"Don't touch me," you order as you put them back into their place above his head. "And don't cum until I tell you to. If you wanna be my little toy you gotta be good, alright?"

"Alright." He gulps, taking you in as you're sitting on top of him, starting to ride him with one hand sliding down your body, fingertips reaching your core to give yourself some extra stimulation. Eyes dripping with honey, he keeps his hands in place, and the more you can feel him growing inside you, the more you can also see him struggling to keep his composure.

"Fuck, you're so sexy," he mutters eventually, and you hum a praise to signal him to keep going. "Feels so good... wanna be good for you..."

"That's right..." you mutter, your eyelids fluttering shut as you bounce on top of him, rubbing circles onto your clit. You position yourself so that everytime you sink down on him his tip would graze that perfect spot inside you, and along with listening to his words and the way his voice starts shaking from the pleasure has you seeing stars soon enough.

"U-use me, please... wanna feel you cum on my cock..." he sputters, and you moan at his pleas.

"Doing so well for me, baby... shit, nobody could ever make me feel as good as you..." He whines desperately as you keep your pace slow, in hopes of bringing him as close as possible to the edge as you're racing towards your own high. "Hyuck..." you mutter his name, your voice trembling. "Cum with me." Another moan falling from his lips and you feel yourself shaken by your orgasm, clenching around him as he spills inside you a second time.

"Shit..." With a curse you collapse on top of him, finding him wrapping his arms around you in a comforting motion, and you add, "You were amazing." He nuzzles his face into the side of your head, lips brushing against your temple, and once you've caught your breath a bit you give him a proper kiss. "I'm sorry... for trying to push you away like th-" Donghyuck puts his index finger across your lips, shutting you up in the process, and with a soft smile he shakes his head.

"Stop apologizing," he says. "It's okay now. Let's focus on the future, and how we can build it together." His hand cupping your face and his thumb brushing against your cheek make your heart skip a beat, and you simply nod.

"You're right," you respond, and you lie back down on top of him, nestling into his chest. "If we just have each other, we can make it through anything."

614 notes · View notes

yelenasdiary · 10 months

Text

The Archer

Pairing: Kate Bishop X Fem Reader.

Summary: Kate asks you to be her first.

AC: Reposting this, it was originally posted on my smut only blog that no longer exists.

"Are you okay?" You asked the brunette has she pulled away from your kiss. "Y-yeah, sorry" she smiled softly as her eyes dropped, gently you cupped her face and made her look at you, "What is it?" You asked as you looked into her eyes. Kate sighed slightly as she twirled her fingers together in her lap. "Why do you like me? I mean…. you could have any other girl in college" her eyes drop once again and your brows frown with concern.

"Katie" you kissed her forehead, "I don't want any other girl. I like you because you're fun, you're caring and so sweet. You do whatever you want, and you don't care for what others think and I can't skip over the fact you are so beautiful"

Kate looked up at you once again with worried eyes, her fingers still twirling with each other as she took in the meaning of your words, "You really mean that?" She asked. "Of course! Baby, what's going on? Why the sudden need to pull away?" Your thumb gently strokes her cheek. There was a moment of silence as you waited for Kate to speak, you could see her mind running a million miles per minute, but you knew better than to push her or rush anything.

"It's just…the others talk so much about their private life and…sometimes it gets me thinking about ours" she starts. "We…we don't do anything but make out and cuddle because of me, and I sometimes think that I bore you" the girl adds with a sigh in her tone.

"Katie, baby, no! I don't care about that stuff, I told you when we first started dating that we'll only do whatever you feel comfortable with. I love our cuddles and make out sessions, I do. You do not bore me, you never could" you assure her as you pull her into your arms. "Don't worry so much about what others are doing, just focus on what we have" you add. Kate made herself comfortable and wrapped her arms tightly around you as she nuzzled herself into your neck leaving the two of you in silence once again. You rubbed her back and enjoyed the tender moment before she stirred a little and looked up at you.

"I think I'm ready" she said in an almost whispered, "I mean, I am ready" she began to sit up, "I want you to be my first, I trust you and I…I love you" she looked at you once again. You smiled softly, "okay" you said softly before pulling her back into your arms, "I love you too Kate" you whispered as you held her.

After a few moments you felt Kate start to kiss your neck up to your left ear, "I'm ready now baby" she whispered before she pulled back to look at you once again. She looked at you with hunger, the same hunger she'd seen Wanda look at Vision with, the same hunger when Nat looked at Maria. Slowly you moved towards her and kissed her softly as you lent her back down on her bed before kissing her check and down to her neck.

"Are you sure? We can stop at any moment, okay? Just say stop and we'll stop" you said between kisses on her neck as your hand moved up to behind her bra and unclasped it. "Please just shut up" Kate giggled softly as you helped her pull her shirt over her head and throw it to the floor. She took her bra off and threw it to the side as you admired her naked chest, "Is…is everything okay?" She asked in a worried tone as you smiled softly.

"You're perfect" you whispered as you kissed between her breasts, one hand slowly moving up her body to gently toy with her nipple. "Oh" she moaned slightly, "you like that huh?" You looked up at her with a smirk as she nodded. Your lips wrapped around her free nipple as your hand pinched her other, her back arched slightly as she moaned quietly not to alarm anybody outside her dorm. After a few moments you switched and gave her other nipple the same attention before kissing down her body to her waistline.

"Can I take these off?" You looked up at her, Kate nodded in reply as she watched you unbutton her jeans and pull them off her to expose the purple panties she wore underneath, "Purple really is your colour" you kissed her lips softly. Your fingers gently ran over her clothed core, "mm, baby, you're soaked!" You smiled against her lips as she moaned at the feeling of your touch, "t-take them off…please" she whimpered. You didn't have to ask twice before you had her panties on the floor beside her bed.

"It's going to hurt just for a moment" you explained, "but I promise, I'm going to make you feel so good" you added as Kate began to slowly spread her legs for you. The sight of her was enough to make you lose your mind the way she was ready and there for the taking. "I trust you" Kate reminded you with a soft smile, "you're such a good girl" you replied before crashing your lips onto hers again.

She moaned as your fingers moved through her soaked folds, her clit was swollen and begging to be touched but you'd safe that for later you told yourself. Your lips moved back to her neck so as you used her slick to lube your fingers, "Are you ready?" You looked up at her. "P-please" she whimpered. Slowly you moved two fingers into her entrance, her breath hitched, and her eyes shut. "It's okay baby, you're doing so well for me" you kissed her neck and back up to her lips as your fingers moved in deeper, "tell me when you're ready for me to move them" you whispered as her body started to adjust.

Kate opened her eyes and looked deeply into yours as she nodded, "You're doing so well Katie girl, my pretty girl" you smiled softly before kissing her once again. Your fingers moving in and out of her slowly giving her extra time to adjust to the new feeling. She was tight as you felt her walls clench around your fingers. She whimpered and moaned when you started to pick up the pace. "M-more…P-please" her right hand on your shoulder pulling you into her as she bucked her hips.

"You're so beautiful" you spoke as you fingered her faster, adding tight circles around her clit when her moans got louder.

"B-baby! I'm….I'm gonna –"

You could tell by the way she was clenching harder around your fingers that she was close, "it's okay darling, you can let go. Be a good girl, cum for me" you whispered into her ear as she arched her back with a moan. Her nails dug into your back as you continued fucking her with your fingers, curling them, getting her close and closer to her release.

"Y/n!" She moaned a few times before finally; a louder moan of your name and she came on your fingers.

"You're okay baby, I've got you" your fingers moved slower to help ride out her high she gripped onto you tightly, "you did so well baby, so good" you added.

After a few moments, she started to come down from her orgasm and you slowly removed your fingers, bringing them up to your lips and licking them clean. "You taste so sweet" you smile softly before you lay beside her and pull her into your arms as she faced you. Kate smiled softly, her tired eyes looking into yours once again, "That was….wow" she chuckled as you kissed her forehead, "Do you feel over?" you asked her just assure yourself that you didn't hurt her, "I feel amazing, tired, but amazing" she smiled before kissing you softly, "thank you" she whispered before nuzzling into your neck once more.

"Oh Katie, you're so sweet, I can't wait to introduce you to new things" You wrapped your arms around her and rubbed her back until she felt asleep in your arms, her naked skin against your body made you never want to forget this moment.

If you don't want to be on the taglist for smut fics, please let me know 💖

#kate bishop #Kate bishop x reader #Kate bishop smut #fanfiction #marvel #hawkeye

407 notes · View notes

lawsvalentine · 1 year

Text

Can I Have This Dance? • OP Men Scenarios • (SFW)

Fem!reader

Characters: Luffy, Sanji, Law,

CW: None, Pure Fluff.

Cee’s note: I am soft™️ 🥺🥺. (Also I originally wanted to include Zoro but i literally cannot imagine him slow dancing sgshdj like my mind was blank trying to come up with something) But oh well, hope y’all enjoy!

Luffy

The straw hats had once again saved a town and in return, the villagers have thrown them a banquet. Luffy had already stuffed himself with the food from the banquet. What’s a better way to blow off steam than to do some dancing. He is quick to drag you on the dance floor with him, which you happily obliged.

You and Luffy were practically dancing like maniacs. You two tend to feed off each other’s energy, so it’s no surprise that you guys are in your own little world, just vibing off each other. It wasn’t until the music slowed and people were starting to couple up is when you both froze and stared at each other awkwardly.

You have always had a crush on your captain but pushed those feelings aside because you didn’t think he would be interested in dating. Also because you were practically best friends and you didn’t want to ruin it by expressing your feelings.

So it took you by surprise when Luffy suddenly wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. So close that your noses almost touched. Your face flushed at the closeness and you slowly brought your arms to wrap around his neck. You two start to sway to the rhythm of the music.

“This is kinda weird, right” you say to break the awkward silence.

“Not really, I kinda like it”

Your stomach starts tingling at his words. This boy didn’t know the affect he had on you. Suddenly, Luffy let out his famous chuckle as he studied your body language.

“You know you’re cute when you’re nervous”

Did he just-

“You think I’m cute?” You say, with wide eyes.

“Of course, aren’t you supposed to when you like someone”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Luffy liked you?

“Wait, you like-like me? Like more than a friend?”

“Duhhhh!” Luffy said with a snicker. “Thought it was obvious, Y/N”

You couldn’t help but smile and giggle at his confession. Feeling all giddy, knowing your crush liked you back.

“I like-like you too, Luffy”

Luffy gave you a big toothy grin as he spun you around. You too giggling as you continued to dance.

Sanji

The banquet you and the straw hats were at was in full swing with people dancing and drinking and stuffing there faces with food. The music had slowed and people were coupling up quickly and slow dancing. You took a sip from your wine as you sat and observed people. You couldn’t help but notice Sanji get turned down by yet another girl who he had asked to dance with him.

You saw the saddened look on the cook’s face who slumped down in defeat. You felt kind of bad for him. Sure he could be a bit…much with his love for women but at the end of the day he had a good heart and he wasn’t bad looking in the slightest. You downed the rest of your drink, gaining a bit of liquid confidence and marched your way toward him.

“I’ll dance with you Sanji”

Sanji looked up at you, eyes widened and mouth agape. He couldn’t believe his ears, surely you must be mistaken.

You giggled at his dumbfounded look, “You coming or what?”

Sanji sprung up arms wide and eyes filled with hearts, “Y/N-SWA-“

You clamped your hand over his mouth muffling his voice. A few nearby strangers gave you two weird looks before proceeding with their dance.

“Listen, I’ll dance with you but none of that, got it?”

Sanji nodded his head frantically. He would be a fool to mess up this opportunity. You released your hand from his mouth. Sanji grabbed that same hand and placed the back of it to his lips giving it a gentle peck. It was almost like a switch was flipped, because Sanji’s entire demeanor changed from hopeless simp to Mr.Prince.

“Mademoiselle, may I have this dance?”

He bowed slightly as he said it. You couldn’t deny the butterflies you got from his gentleman-like actions. The boy can be quite charming when he wants to be.

You two made your way to the floor to an empty spot. You wrap your arms around Sanji’s neck and his hands found their place holding your waist. Your eyes were locked on each other as you swayed slowly to the music. You felt timid under his gaze. You have never been this up close and personal with Sanji. Was his eyes always this pretty?

His voice took you out of your thoughts. “I think you’re very beautiful Y/N”

You turned your head slightly to hide your blush. “You’re not so bad looking yourself”

Suddenly, you felt yourself be dipped down, Sanji once again having those heart eyes as he started basically asking for your hand in marriage.

You giggle at Sanji’s forwardness. “Slow down lover boy, how bout you take me on a date first.”

“As you wish, princess”

Law

You were reading a romance novel, back rested against the headboard of the bed, patiently waiting for your lover to be finished with his work. You didn’t mind though, fully enthralled with the story you were reading.

Law finally entered your shared private quarters, to find you giggling and blushing at the book in your hand. He gave you a perplexed look, before sitting at the edge of the bed facing you.

“What are you reading, Y/N-ya?”

“Oh it’s nothing, just the main character and her love interest are slow dancing at this ball. I dunno, I always thought it would be really romantic to be asked to dance.”

Law stared at you with an unreadable expression. You suddenly felt embarrassed at your confession, closing the book and setting it by the night stand.

“Forget it, Law, it’s stupid. Let’s just go to bed”

You were about to pull the sheets over you when you felt Law stand from his place on the bed and make his way to you. You saw his hand being held out in front of you. You look up at him with widened eyes.

Were you imagining this? Surely, this can’t be real.

Law smirked at your shocked expression.

“Dance with me, Y/N-ya”

You beamed at him, before placing your hand in his and standing up from the bed. He slowly brought you close to his chest as his other hand rested at your waist. You brought your free arm to wrap around his neck, playing with the hair at his nape. You two started to sway, creating your own rhythm despite the lack of music.

His golden orbs gazed down at you with a soft expression. It was rare seeing Law like this. Usually, he is not a big fan of PDA, so most of it is done in private. He may not be the most expressive when it comes to love, but it’s moments like this, where he shows you how much he loves and cares for you. Moments like this that make you fall even more in love with him.

You rest your head on his chest, enjoying being held by him as you both continued to sway to the imaginary music in your heads.

He places a chaste kiss on-top of your head before tilting your head up so he can look at your face.

“Your feelings aren’t stupid Y/N-ya, I would never judge you, my love”

740 notes · View notes

playingdxngerous · 2 months

Text

Against the Door

18+!! Basically immediate smut. Really short read.

CW: begging, teasing, swearing, fingering, oral f!receiving, very slight praise kink implied

Dating a rockstar has changed your life for the better. There are so many girls begging to have your boyfriend, but you have him right at your fingertips, whenever you want. That is, until he goes to practice with the rest of the band.

You scrounge around the house impatiently, trying to find something to do as you wait for Jake to make it back home. He was supposed to be home almost an hour ago, but some problems with the microphone and speakers had kept them all overtime. Suddenly, you hear your phone ding from across the room.

"Sorry for being late tonight. How about a date to make it up to you? Wear something nice. Be there in 15." A text from Jake reads. You smile and run to your closet to find something to wear. With such a short notice, you go basic and pick a tight red dress. You quickly apply mascara and some red lipstick and hope for the best as you brush out your hair.

A knock on the door sends you almost sprinting to go open it. Jake stands in the doorway wearing tight jeans and halfway buttoned shirt. His hair is messy, but the perfect amount.

"Look at you all dressed up," he smiles.

"I just threw some stuff on in a hurry." You respond.

"Well, I think you look fucking sexy," he says, making your face red hot. He walks towards you and grabs your cheek, pulling your lips into his. His kiss is sweet, so menacingly sweet. He smiles into your lips and places his free hand on your hip to push your bodies closer.

"You're making it really hard to make me want to leave the house now," you say while pulling away. He places his thumb on your lower lip and slightly pulls down.

"Then let's stay here my love." His hand moves from your hip to your ass and squeezes.

"Please," you beg. You push him against the closed door and lean your hips onto his crotch.

"Babe..." he whispers. You slowly kiss his jawline, making your way up to his ear.

"I want you to fuck me right here," You whisper back.

"Oh yeah?" He looks down at you, smiling. "If you say so." He switches places with you, your back now against the door. He kisses you again, his tongue quickly finding its way to yours. His hands squeeze your hips. You softly moan into his lips. His kneels down onto his knees and kisses up your thigh before pulling up the tight fabric of the dress. He runs his thumb over your clit through your underwear to tease you.

"Please baby," you ask in a hushed voice. He listens, pulling down your underwear at last.

"You're so fucking wet for me, my love," he says from under you. His head moves closer to you, licking a stripe up your pussy. Your body tenses as he pauses on your clit. He kisses it, sucking harder and harder. His tongue glides back and forth.

"You're so pretty when you're desperate." His eyes look up at you. "Be a good girl for me." He moves his hands away from your legs and slides one finger along your slit. He stops as he reaches your hole and barely pushes in his fingertip just to see your reaction. You bite you lip and grind against his hand, your clit moving along his palm. "You know you won't get it that easy, princess," he says as he pulls his hand away. You grab it and move it back to where it was. He pulls away once more, clicking his tongue in disappointment as he rises to his feet. He pulls your chin up with his index finger to match his height.

"Please go back, I need you." You whimper.

"Beg for it," he says down at you through half lidded eyes.

"Please."

"You call that begging?" He moves his hand down your chest, circling his thumb around your nipple.

"Please baby, I'll be so good." You cry out.

"Say my name." He says.

"Please Jake. I'll do anything." You move your hand over his jeans, feeling his hard dick. He looks you up and down and pecks his lips with yours, then moves back down to his original position.

"Are you going to listen now, my love?" He smirks. You nod, struggling to form any words from the growing tension in your body. He starts to lick around your clit, refusing to actually touch it. He grabs your hips and moves you back and forth until you catch on and start to ride his face. His tongue glides along your pussy as your clit repeatedly brushes over the tip of his nose. He moans into you, the vibration of the noise bringing you closer to your climax. He seems to sense it and pulls away. He slides his two middle fingers in his mouth before surprisingly pushing them inside of you. "Finish for me sweetheart," he says. He quickly pushes his fingers in and out. He reaches just the right spot every time, making you weak in the knees. Every push sends you closer to your breaking point. To make matters worse, he begins to slide his tongue directly over your clit, sucking with each movement. You grab his hair and hold your breath as you feel yourself hitting your climax. He pulls out and slows down his tongue before eventually moving away completely. He stands back up and pushes your hair behind your ear with his clean hand.

"You did so wonderful, beautiful. See what you get when you listen to me?" He smiles and kisses you gently. Out of breath, you smile and nod. He pulls your dress back over your thigh. "Let's go, you know I didn't forget about the date," he says smiling big.

#greta van fic #jake kiska fic #greta van smut #jake kiskza x reader #jake kiszka smut #fanfic #gvf fic

56 notes · View notes

sourpatchys · 3 months

Text

Tea Prompts, Tomura Shigaraki

You can find the original prompt post here!

Let me know if there are any other characters you’d like to see any of these prompts for! This was really fun!

Warning: some adult themes are thrown in here! This isn’t a NSFW piece but I did include some references to sexual activity, please read with caution if that’s not your cup of tea <3 (most of these are completely SFW)

A/n: these were written with a F!Reader in mind, most of them can be read either way! Though occasionally she/her pronouns are used<3

Masterlist Guidelines

Lemon Tea; What are Mornings like with them?

Tomura isn’t much of a sleeper— so mornings together tend to be rare and far between— but when he actually manages to sleep a full eight hours, the mornings you have together are very peaceful.

He isn’t a morning person by any means. He’s groggy, grumpy and completely nonverbal for the first hour or more. With you he can loosen up a bit, sliding his cold hands and feet into your general space, switching fingers every few minutes just to make sure they’re all warming up properly.

Some mornings he’ll wrap you in a bear hug that your absolutely positive could crack a few ribs— though you love it all the same.

This is the time you two have just to yourselves— no league, no missions, no plans for world domination— just two people laying in bed waiting for the sun to fully rise.

—

Peppermint tea; What do they get excited about?

A pretty obvious answer would be video games, but in all honesty, Tomura loves to talk.

To speak and be heard, to engage in conversation and bounce ideas back and forth— that’s what really gets him going. He loves to plot, to scheme and gossip about anything and everything.

Outwardly it’ll be nearly impossible to tell, he really isn’t the kind of guy who would let anyone know something this personal (so vulnerable), though everyone notices the spark in his eyes when he really gets going on a topic he’s passionate about.

If you were to ask follow up questions, to engage yourself fully in his monologues and spiels, it’s just like giving a kid a candy bar.

And if you were to get angry for him?? To enrage yourself over anything he may say, to become furious at the same situation or person he hates so much— it’s almost enough to fully break his cover.

It’s one thing for him to be elated over the prospect of another person feeling his rage, but it’s another entirely if he starts to feel yours. Stupid highschool bully stories, that one girl in band class that broke your flute— it doesn’t matter— he’ll start eating it up as if he hasn’t had a meal in years.

—

Chamomile tea; What is their sleep schedule like? Does it change around their s/o?

To put it bluntly, Tomura doesn’t have a sleep schedule— he sleeps when his body gives out.

Even before his memories had re-emerged, blotchy nightmares plagued him. Every morning he’d wake up sick to his stomach, the itch under his skin growing by the millisecond. So— he learned to adapt.

2-3 hour power naps kept the nightmares at bay and gave him enough stamina for whatever was to come. His lack of sleep was a large driving force in his erratic behavior early on, grumpy and irritable.

With you though, he finds the nightmares to be less oppressive. He still doesn’t sleep enough, but he finds that taking a couple days out of the week to rest fully isn’t so bad.

If he has a nightmare, the cycle will break back to its bare bones and it’ll take awhile to resurface. As long as you’re patient and as long as he’s willing, he’ll be back to sleeping properly.

Though as a whole, it could take years before he’s ready to sleep regularly again.

—

Earl grey tea; How did they court their s/o?

He didn’t. He isn’t a romantic— he honestly hated you when he started to feel more than just average companionship towards you.

Not a single bushel of roses were bought, no dates were had— hell— you didn’t even know you were together until about a month in when he got pissed at you for getting injured!

“If you ever do that again we’re breaking up.”

Any confusion would only piss him off more— giving you the silent treatment for a few days before he’d finally cave in with some very dead and very wilted wild flowers in hand.

“What is this??”

“Shut the fuck up and take them.”

He honestly just decides that you’re the one he wants— it doesn’t really matter to him how you feel about it.

—

Milk tea; What are their kisses like?

At first, Tomura’s kisses are gentle, childlike and timid— like he isn’t sure what exactly he’s supposed to be doing.

Then— they become untamed— sloppy and harsh. He bites and slobbers, prods and maims, anything to get as close to you as possible.

He won’t kiss you unless you’re completely alone, far away from any prying eyes and peaked interests. He’s not going to show that part of himself to anyone but you.

Teeth and tongue, cracked lips that— if chapped enough— can cut into your own. Kissing is a frenzy, very rarely will you ever get a soft peck or a loving press of his lips onto yours.

—

Coffee; Do they get jealous easily? How do they show it?

Absolutely. Tomura— even as a rising symbol of fear— is extremely self conscious.

He’d never let you leave— as stated above— he didn’t even really give you a choice when it came to being together in the first place.

But even so, the insecurity of you looking away from him, finding someone better or more handsome— it makes his blood run cold.

If there’s someone who touches you and lingers a little too long, if there’s someone you smile at a little too brightly, he’s not above taking their life. Of course it always starts with a threat, either to them or to you.

He wants you to tell him you’ll never leave, he wants you to crumble and cry and tell him everything is exactly as it should be. He is not a kind man, and in times like these it becomes ever apparent that he never will be.

Tomura protects what’s his, and even with free will, you belong to him whether you like it or not.

—

Rosehip tea; How romantic are they? How do they show affection?

Tomura isn’t romantic. At least not in the traditional sense. You can tell he cares by the look in his eyes or his apprehensive nature towards your roll in whatever the league may be doing next.

He keeps you away from danger, even though he, himself, is the biggest danger to you.

If you were to ask for something— anything— he would get it for you. He’s very straight forward, and he wants the people he cares about to able to do, and have whatever they want.

His love language is physical touch, and even though he keeps all the affection he has for you behind closed doors— as soon as those doors are closed, he’s all over you.

Running his hands up and down your stomach, gripping at the squish on your thighs, shoving his head into the crook of your neck, palming your breasts just to remember the feel of them.

He treats you like a fragile porcelain doll.

—

Black tea; What do they look for in a person?

Honestly he wasn’t looking. The concept of romance was completely uninteresting to him— he didn’t want anyone and he didn’t need anyone— he was completely fine on his own.

Though, he wouldn’t date a fellow villain— at least not one notable enough to be a threat. Tomura doesn’t do well with competition, he loathes the thought of racing to the top, he just wants to be there.

Finding a person who he can corrupt, who he can make his own— is something he’d enjoy greatly. That’s not to say he couldn’t fall for a league member, but it wouldn’t be someone worth his time— at least not in the beginning.

He wants a person he can talk to, touch, and unload upon. Someone who will remain consistent and stick by his side no matter what the cost may be.

Although romance isn’t his forte, and finding someone to love wasn’t something he had ever envisioned, he wants someone he can be with for life.

—

Pomegranate tea; At what point did they know they loved their s/o?

Truth be told Tomura was wrapped around your finger from the moment he decided he wanted you— though it didn’t fully kick in until a few months into your relationship.

You were in a fight— it was over something stupid that any other couple could’ve resolved within the day— looking back neither of you could even remember what it was about.

He was pissed, stomping around, seething and destroying anything he could get his hands on. He wanted to yell at you, to scream in your face and make sure you know this was your fault. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Gradually, as the days passed and he became less and less bothered by whatever the two of you had disagreed on— he realized he wasn’t itchy.

He still had those rising tingles under his skin and he still had to rub away his discomfort from day to day life— but this argument, the infuriating way you had made him feel— it did nothing to his sensitive skin.

Slowly it became apparent that he hadn’t needed to dig into his skin at all. He was angry, he was upset and borderline furious with you— but he was comfortable.

For the first time in his life he was able to feel negativity without the pull of fire ants under his skin. That’s when he realized for sure— that he was absolutely, without a doubt, in love with you.

—

Matcha tea; How and when do they propose to their s/o?

The villain life has no room for any sort of eloping or marriage— so he doesn’t ever really propose.

Sooner or later you just start to feel like a married couple.

You bicker and fight, you sleep together and sneak away to have alone time. The love he has for you starts seeping out more, he becomes a new version of himself just for you.

Then, once the Paranormal Liberation Front is active, Re-Destro asks about your partnership. It’s a simple question, curious and wide eyed.

“Who is this girl to you?”

It makes sense given the environment— you were not nominated as a lieutenant, though you stood by Tomura’s side like a shadow, waiting and watching— clearly in the ranks but with no flashy title to show for it.

And then, as if it were as simple as breathing, Tomura calls you his wife. Telling anyone who was around that he was the King, and by default you were the Queen.

—

Chai Tea; How do they spice up their relationship?

All in all, Tomura is a pretty boring guy. He drinks straight black coffee, plays video games and broods in silence 90% of the time.

Though, when it comes to you, he does try to make an effort. He’ll try out the games you like or your hobbies, and he’ll introduce you to his own in return.

He’ll teach you how to play chess, and that will inevitably turn into tradition. Once a week (if time will allow) you’ll sit down together, play a few games and just talk.

In the underworld, romance never will be easy to manage, and even though you make his days a little brighter, you’ll never be his top priority. World destruction won’t happen on its own, and nothing in his life will override his goals.

But these special little moments between the two of you are by far the best part of anything he’s ever going to accomplish.

—

Hibiscus tea; What’s their favorite place to take their s/o?

The bedroom. As stated, Tomura isn’t a very outgoing person— he won’t take you out on dates or walks in the park.

But he will sit with you in a dark room, watch movies and eat junk. (Bonus points if there’s a blow job thrown in)

His favorite place to be with you, is when you’re alone and secluded. He wants to touch you freely, to run his lips down your throat and hold you close to his chest.

He wants to grab you, to hold and be held. To feel the warmth of your body completely engulfing his own.

Truly, his favorite place to be, is wherever you’ll allow.

—

Green tea; How do they comfort their s/o?

He really doesn’t. Tomura has absolutely no idea how to deal with you when you’re upset.

If you’re angry he’ll get angry with you! He’ll wind you up and let you take it all out on whatever you so please. (as long as it isn’t him)

Expect absolutely nothing in regard to his comforting abilities. He might take you to the side and ask you what’s wrong, he may even give you an awkward hug! But that’s really all he’ll be able to do.

If you ask for space he’ll give it to you, if you ask for cuddles he’ll do his best! But overall, you’re the one who has to call the shots, and depending on what’s going on, he may just leave you to deal with it yourself. Because as stated above— regardless of how wonderful you are— you are not his top priority.

—

Russian caravan tea; How experienced are they with relationships?

NOT AT ALL. You are his first (and final) attempt at love. You’re going to get all of his fuck ups, all of his learning curves and all of his shitty disposition.

He has no idea what he’s doing, and even years down the line he still won’t fully understand. Caring for another person isn’t the most insane thing in the world— he cares for the league and it works out fine!

But loving someone?? It’s just too overwhelming at times. Taking your needs into consideration without being asked, figuring out what you enjoy and how he can add that into his already insane schedule— it’s maddening.

You’re his first everything, and you’re just going to have to be okay with that— because you’re stuck with him whether you like it or not!

—

English breakfast tea; Would they want a family?

Tomura wasn’t even looking for love when he found it— let alone a family.

I really doubt he ever thinks about it at all, he’s never been someone who cared much about what the future would bring.

That isn’t to say if you wanted a family he wouldn’t cave. He wants the people he cares about to have and do whatever they want— if for you that means starting a family with him— he’s not opposed to it.

It wouldn’t be cut and dry though, and if you never pipe up with the interest he isn’t going to either.

If you do bring it up, he’d ask a lot of follow up questions. Such as,

“Why?”

“What’s the point?”

He really wouldn’t know what to do if that situation occurred, but he wouldn’t say no— he may just need to think on it for a while.

If you were to become pregnant, be it a broken condom or failed birth control— he wouldn’t ask you to terminate. You belong to him— yes— but part of being in his grasp is being able to live your life any way you want. Aside from hero work or leaving him there aren’t many restrictions.

If push comes to shove he’d enjoy having a little family of his own! Seeing himself mixed with you in a smaller, separate, body— creating something after destroying so much. It would be one of the steepest learning curves he’s ever experienced, and he wouldn’t be the most present father in the early days of vomit and diapers— but he’d be there all the same.

—

Rooibos tea; What’s their favorite thing to do with their s/o?

Cuddling. He loves to touch and be touched. He doesn’t care if you play games with him, he doesn’t care if you kill and destroy— all he cares about is the fact that you’re there with him.

He loves when you run your fingers through his tangled hair, slowly separating any knots you find. He loves the feel of his hands rubbing against your soft skin. He craves your presence and he craved the feel of you.

It’s not always sexual— but those times when he can claim you, to mark you inside and out, he truly feels like he’s the most powerful man in the world.

He’s terrified of feeling vulnerable, so he pushes you away any chance he gets, refusing to do anything with you if there’s even a chance of someone else seeing. (And sometimes that person is you)

#tomura x y/n #tomura x you #tomura shigiraki x reader #tomura headcanons #tomura x reader #tomura imagine #tomura shiragaki #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki headcanons #shigaraki headcanon #shigaraki imagine #my hero academia shigaraki #mha shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #bnha shigaraki

67 notes · View notes

souperbloom · 6 months

Note

hey, i had an idea for a fic where reader is part of the band and is dating ashton. she originally wrote 'english love affair' and it gets chosen on the dice while on tour, and ash gets jealous about her performing it coz she wrote it about someone else so he gets moody - mostly angsty, but kinda smutty towards the end?

the face i made when i first read this, omg. friend, you are a GENUIS. YES.

enjoy, you little genius. <3

————————

my english love affair [A.I.]

🎲 boyfriend!ash x bandmate!reader

after rolling the dice and performing a song about a girl you used to see, Ashton gets jealous over the fact that he’s not the one you’re singing about.

a/n: the boys have nicknamed you ‘peanut’. no reason, just thought it was cute and have been dying to use it :3

CONTENT WARNINGS: angst, tension, angry Ash, ref. to past hookups, strong language, ref. to weed, teasing (sexually & literally).

WORDCOUNT: ~3.9k

⋆⭒˚｡⋆

"Thank you, London! Goodnight!"

You watch with wide eyes as your frontman, Luke, blows kisses into the arena, at fans that had been reaching out to the stage since the moment the curtain fell.

A rush of adrenaline washes over you, faced with yet another insanely energetic crowd that had poured nothing less than their hearts out to you.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," You mouth out to them, your hands clasped over your chest in pure adoration.

Above all the screaming, a thunderous drum rollout plays you off; the familiar, rhythmic tapping sounding off like sirens in your head.

It extends for a few minutes longer than normal, as your bandmates throw gifts into the crowd.

You can’t help but look behind you at the drum kit, something you always find yourself doing no matter when or why. For your lover is the one behind those tubs; the one providing you with one of the most wicked bow outs of the century.

Your eyes quickly find the flurry of sweaty curls and drumsticks, anticipating his cymbal crashes as you’d learned them like the back of your hand.

As he destroys the final beats, his eyes glance up to you; a frantic, rage-fueled expression adorning his face with the final cracks at his cymbals.

The crowd grows louder, catching your attention— you take your eyes off of him for a moment, as the rest of the boys start to huddle around you.

"You fuckin’ killed it tonight, Peanut." A broad hand grips your shoulder, Michael ducking down to whisper in your ear beyond your ear piece.

"You too, Mikey."

Another hand wraps your back, Luke coming up to your side to give you a gentle squeeze.

As moments pass by, you and the rest of your bandmates get in order for the final bow. With Michael on your right and Luke on your left, you lean forward to watch Calum join the line.

Your brows then furrow when you notice a certain somebody taking a few extra minutes to toss his drumsticks into the crowd.

"What’s up with him?" Luke leans into the side of your face, gesturing towards your boyfriend with his eyes.

All you could do is shrug, before plastering a smile on your face and speaking through your teeth.

"Who the fuck knows."

Ashton seemed off, to say the least. You weren’t quite sure where his head was at since the second Luke sent that damn dice into the crowd. But the most you could do in this moment was grin, filled with overwhelming happiness at the reception of this incredible crowd.

"He’s coming," Luke mumbles, before switching whatever monotone face he had on into a smile.

"Finally."

You watch as Ashton joins the line, trying to sneak a glance at him over Luke and Calum’s bodies.

But he doesn’t even look up. His lips were painted into a straight line as Calum bends down to initiate your bow out.

You thought to yourself, as your bodies bent down to face the floor:

Whatever the fuck’s gotten into him better have a damn good explanation.

After the final bow to close another sold out show, you and the rest of the boys had made your way offstage.

Being the only girl in the band had its perks— you got your very own dressing room 90% of the time, one decked out with all of your favorite fixings and beverages.

But the best perk of all, was that the afterparties always happened in the boys’ room.

"What a fuckin’ show!" Calum pumps his fist triumphantly, as he is the first to lead you all into the room. He jumps up, smacking the top of the doorframe with his palms and letting out a hoot.

The rest of you funnel in, filled to the brim with adrenaline and post-show excitement.

"God, I know— The energy… fuckin’ electric, man…" Michael still seems in awe of it all, with unkempt pink locks that had been disturbed by him tossing off snapback.

"I feel like I could run a goddamn mile," Luke blurts, jogging in place.

You and Ashton are the last two to enter the room, Ashton still having barely spoken a word to you, or anyone else, since in your fifteen minutes of being off stage.

"You guys want anything to drink?" Calum asks, while Michael and Luke make their way to the couch.

"I’ll take a coke," you shrug, trying to ignore the elephant in the room that just so happens to be your brooding boyfriend.

"Really, Peanut? After a show like that, you’re settling for a can of coke? How about we put some Jack in that bitch and call it even?" Michael looks at you with teasing eyes as you wait for Ashton to find his seat.

Post-show parties and conversations were a ritual for you as a band— each of you needing your own times in the spotlight to debrief, and let off steam.

These gatherings you shared were like a perfectly thought-out routine. Mike and Luke sit down on their couch, Cal grabs the refreshments, and you make your way to your assigned seat on Ashton’s lap. Sometimes, Ashton would roll up a spliff for the four of you to share, especially if the show was one like tonight’s.

But Ashton lingering on his phone in the doorframe was never part of this routine. You didn’t like it one bit.

Michael, Calum, and Luke begin to talk amongst themselves, leaving you standing and watching your beau with worried eyes. His knuckles were practically going white as he anxiously ticked, mindlessly clawing at the pocket of his dress pants.

A snapping sound grabs your attention from across the room.

"Hey, lovebirds— the fuck’s up with you guys?" Luke quizzes, his brow quirked as Calum hands him a can of spiked seltzer.

You shake your head, "Fuck if I know."

Your words make Ashton’s head snap up from his phone; sending a bothered glance in your direction. But you just ignore it. You didn’t want to risk ruining a perfect night over some trivial bullshit.

"Well? Gonna’ take a seat, Ash? That chair’s got you and Y/N’s names all over it."

You stifle a giggle at Michael’s reference to you and Ashton’s routine, your eyes bouncing back and forth between your pink haired friend and your unamused boyfriend.

"C’mon baby, sit down," you coo, walking over to the brown leather arm chair that has been deemed your throne, "Let off some steam."

Ashton lets out a huff, causing the general chatter of the room to grow quiet. The rest of you watch in solace as Ashton shoves his phone in pocket, and walks towards you.

He brushes past your shoulder coldly, before sitting down with a loud sigh.

"Dude. What’s going on with you?— Lighten the hell up."

Calum’s jab only earns a nasty look from Ashton, but you just remain still, standing above him while he leans back comfortably in his arm chair.

There’s an awkward silence surrounding you all, before Ashton’s fingers start rhythmically tapping on his thigh.

"Well? I’m sitting," he says dryly, the first words he’d spoken in a while, "Happy now?"

Luke and Michael toss each other a look, before Calum walks over to you with your drink.

"I’d be happier if you put a smile on that face," Calum says, leaning down to be parallel with Ashton’s steely expression. You try your hardest to remain stern, putting your poker face on lockdown.

As much as you hated to see your boyfriend so solemn and serious, you found it a bit amusing.

Ashton was one of the least serious people you had ever come across, which is one of the reasons why you worked so well as a couple.

He’d tell jokes, you’d laugh, then fire one right back at him. It was just one of those indescribable instances that made the two of you perfect for each other.

But seeing him so stone-cold, so inexpressible, you were sure it was some sort of joke.

You test your luck, shuffling between his legs and fluttering down into his lap. Usually, his hands would instantly grab ahold of your waist, before chatting up a storm. But instead of that, his hands completely dodged your body, folding them into his lap with his elbow resting on your thigh.

"Should I play music? Not gonna lie, I fuckin’ hate the vibes in this room right now…" Michael breaks the tense, ongoing silence.

"Oooh, can you play some Zeppelin?" Luke requests.

"Queue up some ‘Sabbath while you’re at it," says Calum.

As the other boys bicker about what songs to play, you’re left staring down at your lover. His blank expression had yet to dwindle, and you were certain that if you had stood in front of him, he’d be able to shoot daggers into your back with his stare alone.

"What’s the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?" You ask the question quietly, ducking down into his ear. Your hand travels up to toy with the baby curls that sat at the nape of his neck, which he normally goes crazy for.

But even with you asking, he didn’t move a muscle.

"Okay," you shrug, helpless, "fine. Don’t say anything then."

A pinprick tugs at your heartstrings upon Ashton’s refusal to speak. But you try to push that worrisome feeling down with the rest of your intrusive thoughts, hoping to focus solely on having a good time.

Dazed and Confused by Led Zeppelin starts to roll through the speakers behind the ambiance of conversation, with Calum and Luke now aiming the discussion towards the show.

"Can we just talk about how Luke’s fly was down the entire time? Like, from curtain fall—"

"Fuck you mate," Luke defends, the heated little argument grabbing your attention, "I swear I pulled it up! Must’ve fallen down— ‘er something…"

"It’s true, I saw him do it," You interject, raising your drink in the air.

"Okay, but how did it manage to fall down by the second song of the set? That’s gotta be a record or something… is anybody keeping track?"

Michael practically spits out his drink at Calum’s observation.

"Oh, ha ha, veeery funny. Let’s all laugh at the amount of times Luke has gone out on stage with his fly down… I swear, it’s like Peanut is the only one who actually gives a shit about me." Luke leans back into the couch, looking down at his fly before taking a sip of his own drink.

"Speakin’ of Peanut… dude, what the actual fuck was that?!" Michael shoots up from his seat excitedly, his eyes going glossy at you.

"What was what?" you ask.

"English Love Affair? You haven’t performed it in a while. Not like the way you did tonight, at least. How’d it fuckin’ feel?"

"Singin’ about your mistress in her hometown must’ve been a real culture shock, huh." Calum mumbles.

You can’t help but laugh, "It wasn’t that extraordinary… But, I’ll admit, it’s a damn good song. I did write it for that reason—"

"Don’t be so humble, Y/N." Luke jokes.

As you and the rest of the band go back and forth, you notice Ashton’s leg out of the corner of your eye. It had started feverishly bobbing up and down, with him still not speaking a word throughout this entire conversation.

"The crowd was eating it up, too— you were like a fuckin’ machine out there."

Your cheeks flush pink at Michael’s compliment, "You don’t mean that."

"Oh, but I do. God, I can’t even describe it… When you sing that song it’s like you get possessed ‘er some shit."

Calum snorts, "Yeah, possessed by some good pussy."

That comment seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back, for Ashton is suddenly shooting upward in his seat, sending you flying with him.

Your head whips to face him, his cheeks glowing red hot. He only utters four words, before guiding you off of his lap and standing up himself.

"I need a fuckin’ smoke."

The lot of you watch in shock as Ashton angrily barrels out of the room, slamming open the door and making it hit the wall with a loud crash. You all jump, before passing each other confused, worried glances.

"What— what the fuck was that?"

You let out an angry huff, pinching the bridge of your nose between your fingers. Luke only chuckles, before tossing his hands in the air.

"Well, Y/N— looks like it’s time for you to do your thing. Go tame that raging bull."

Your eyes land at least once on all of the boys, each of them giving you a ‘you probably should go out there and get him’ type of look.

"Why does it always have to be me?" You sigh, but Michael sucks his teeth.

"I think you already know the answer to that one, Peanut."

After the boys had shooed you out of the dressing room, you set off down the halls to look for Ashton. You checked every corner, every bathroom, every area with a chair to sit and ponder in; but the angry mess of a dirty blonde mullet and dress pants was nowhere to be found.

You contemplated giving up after circling the same hallway for a third time, your legs feeling like wet noodles as you trudged along the dimly lit corridors—

But you then felt your shoulders relax when you noticed a rock propping open the outside door.

"Ashton?" You call out, pushing the steel-clad door just enough for you to pop your head outside.

And sure enough, there he was.

"Ash," you say again, a bit louder this time, stepping over the rock timidly and snaking your way through the gap.

He was leaned against a lamppost that lit up the parking lot, with tense shoulders and his brow furrowed. He stared off into the abyss, taking a pull from his joint.

You felt as though you were walking on eggshells, trying your hardest not to go into panic mode and start screaming your own head off.

Or, apologizing profusely for something that you may or may not have done.

"Baby?" you try your hand at sweetly grabbing his attention, one last time.

"What?"

"Are you alright?"

"I’m fine."

He ashes his joint, before taking another pull, the veins in his neck practically popping through his skin. You take a step closer, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Are you sure?"

He blows out smoke through the side of his lips, "Yes."

"Don’t lie to me. You’ve been acting like such a brat all night," You warn him, finding the stern, coldness in your voice, similar to the one he’s been firing off at you and the guys since he stepped off stage.

There’s a brief moment of tension in the air, lingering lowly above your head. You hold your breath for a moment, before Ashton is tapping his joint with his eyes glued to his shoes.

He hadn’t looked up at you. At least, not yet.

"If you don’t want me acting like a brat, then don’t call me a fucking liar." He mumbles to the ground, an angry baritone rumbling through his voice.

"I didn’t call you a liar. I just said, don’t lie…" you drop your hands to your side, taking another step towards him.

"…Now tell me what’s wrong with you before I smack that joint right out of your fuckin’ hand."

Your threat brings Ashton to lock eyes with you. You’re finally able to get a good look at the angry crimson hue that surrounded him; with shaky pupils and a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead.

"You really wanna know what’s wrong with me, Peanut?" He mocks the endearing nickname like poison rolling off of his tongue.

"Well, I—" You stutter, taken aback by his serious tone. He then chuckles dryly, lifting the joint and resting his hand on his chin.

"You really have no idea, do you?"

"Obviously not, asshole." You hated to sound so brash, but you were still residually upset by his ignorance.

He takes a moment to collect his thoughts. Only to say the stupidest thing you had ever heard in your life.

"You think I enjoyed watching you parade around onstage tonight— all smiley and giggly— singing about some girl you fucked one time? A time so memorable that you went off and wrote a goddamn rock ballad about?!"

Your eyes widen in dismay.

The rumors were true, you thought, Ashton had finally lost it.

"Oh my god— you’re joking… You’re joking, aren’t you?" Your face melts into pure, sadistic amusement. But Ashton’s face hadn’t faltered.

"Do I look like I’m joking?" He ask the question seriously.

"You cannot be serious, Ash. You’re telling me that you’ve been moping around all night because of a fucking song I wrote eight years ago?! Meanwhile you were the one who suggested putting it on the fuckin’ dice!"

He finally finishes his joint, flicking the roach to the ground and stomping it out with the toe of his boot.

"If I had known you’d perform it like she was actually there on that stage fucking you, I probably wouldn’t have suggested it at all."

A shaky chuckle flies past your lips. "God, you are such a baby! I cannot believe that you’d stomp around and make such a fuss over this! You’re really serious right now, Ash? Like, really?"

"As serious as a goddamn heart attack, Y/N."

The only emotion you could process at the moment was anger. You were completely baffled by his behavior, unable to muster up even a sentence that would aid in your argument.

"…What’s mine is mine, baby. It’s as simple as that. Can’t blame me for gettin’ a little jealous sometimes." His tone of voice had softened, significantly.

Knowing him well enough by now, after almost four years together, you had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to hold a grudge.

And, of course, you were right. As always.

"Ash, it’s been eight years. You’re gonna have to get over it eventually."

"Well— what if I don’t want to get over it?" He blurts, still stern.

Before you reply, you step even closer to him. Close enough to feel the sizzling hot anger radiating off of the both of your bodies and creating a spark between them.

You hated when he was angry. He hated when you were angry.

But something about that anger made your stomach twist in knots. In the best possible way.

You decided to test your luck. To push his buttons. Get under his skin, a bit.

"Then I’d say you’re being a brat. A whiny, fucking brat."

Ashton chuckles, rather dryly, before lifting himself from his slouched position resting on the lamppost. He towers over you, straightening his posture to show off his much larger frame.

"Takes one to know one, sweetheart."

You could sense the obvious switch in dynamic of this situation. Now clouded with sexual frustration, as opposed to just the regular kind of frustration.

You cross your arms over your chest, swallowing back the newly formed lump in your throat. "You don’t scare me, y’know."

All he does is shrug.

"Don’t think I need to scare ya’ to make you scream. Thought we’ve been over this."

That comment only riled you up more, but you tried to hide it beneath a playful glare, "Is that a threat, Ashton?"

"No no no, baby— not at all…"

He shakes his head, slight sarcasm falling over his tone before he’s snaking his arms around your waist, digging the tips of his fingers into your back.

"…It’s a fuckin’ promise."

The speed in which his lips found yours seemed almost impossible. From the way he had gone from blatantly ignoring your existence, to feeling you up like you were the last thing he’d ever touch.

"You’re mine. Y’know that, right?" He presses you against his torso, clasping his broad hands at the small of your back.

"Mmmmhmm," You sigh into his kiss, as he roughly sinks his teeth into your bottom lip.

He then takes one of your thighs in a handful, lifting it up to rest it gently on his hip.

In the midst of the commotion, you realize that you were still dressed completely in your stage clothes. Clad in an oversized, striped sweater that was stolen right from Michael’s closet, and a short black tennis skirt.

You were fully aware of just how short your skirt was. And to be totally honest with yourself, you loved wearing it.

You loved the way it floated around you as you danced, the way it complimented your platform boots and knee high socks…

But you also loved the absolute chokehold it had on your boyfriend.

You catch your breath as Ashton pulls away from your heated kiss; only for a moment. To admire you, as his hand slowly snakes its’ way up your skirt to grip your bare asscheek.

"This ass," he grunts, digging his fingers into your flesh, "is mine."

"Mhm." You nod again. Affirmative. Your bottom lip was still trapped between your teeth with helpless, puppy dog eyes.

"This face?" He removes his other hand from your back to cup your cheek, "This gorgeous gorgeous face? Is mine. All fuckin’ mine. Ya’ hear me?"

You nod at him, trying to ignore his hand creeping towards the hemline of your panties.

"Need ‘ya to use those words, beautiful. Like the ones you used to write your song, yeah?"

One thing about Ashton was that he never failed to piss you off— but he was also damn good at turning you on.

"…Wanna hear one last bit of your poetry before the only word you’re able to say is my fuckin’ name."

"Ash—" You go to speak, but your mouth clamps shut as he traces your inner thigh with his fingertips.

"Go ahead, Y/N, tell me. Tell me who’s really ‘all you ever think about.’"

His head dips down to your neck to leave a trail of wet kisses, all the way to the base of your collarbone. Your hand finds his hair, tugging at the roots gently with each gentle kiss.

"You. You’re all I ever think about… All I’ve ever wanted—"

Your breath hitches as his teeth bite into your skin, his hand finding its way back to the outside of your thigh to anchor your body against him.

"—All I’ve ever needed."

In a swift motion, Ashton is dropping your leg from his hip, bringing you to teeter on your shaky legs and look at him with desperate eyes.

His head pops up from your neck, pupils wavering and twinkling with lust.

And suddenly, your mind is clouded. All of the things you’ve ever needed in a person was right at your fingertips. Any syllable of a song lyric, any chorus of every single song you’ve ever written.

It was him.

"You wanna’ write songs about getting fucked ‘till you can’t speak, sweetheart?"

At this point, you were too needy to care about whatever words flew past your lips. "Yes, Ashton. Please—"

His eyes darken, a sultry smile climbing across his cheeks for the first time all night.

"Allow me to provide you with some inspiration, then."

In a second, he’s lifting you up by the back of your legs, tossing your body effortlessly over his shoulder. You let out a laugh, slapping his back, his arms, anything you could get your hands on.

"Hey! What the fuck—"

Your ass is fully exposed to the parking lot around you, as Ashton begins to walk. You couldn’t see much, but the most you knew was the direction of your shared tour bus.

He leans his head over to you, whispering a little something in your ear that sent chills down your spine.

"You wanna make music with me, baby? I’ll give you somethin’ to fuckin’ write about…"

⋆⭒˚｡⋆

#5sos fanfic #ashton irwin #5sos #ashton irwin fanfic #ashton irwin smut #ashton 5sos #soupster requests #angst #hehehe i love this prompt

108 notes · View notes

applesaucesims · 8 months

Text

Emma Jones Lookbook #1

Today is the 7th anniversary of the last time I posted one of these!

This is lookbook #1 because, with her move in with Niall, I decided to give Emma a whole new wardrobe. This represents a new chapter in the story, as well as giving me an opportunity to play more dress up with my fave. This first lookbook contains her clothes from before her move. The first slide is her outfits at the time she lived with Harrison, the second slide is what she wore after moving back with her parents, and the last slide includes a few bonus outfits that were never seen in the story, the dress she tried on, and her second sleepwear. Although this might seem like a lot, she had way fewer clothes when living with Harrison than she does now. Because of this, you see her wearing few accessories and the same shoes for most looks.

CC links + example posts are under the cut.

Used in all or almost all: defaults / everyday hair / formal hair / lashes / body blush / teeth / liquid stockings / main shoes (cuban)

Makeup: liner 1 / liner 2 (subtle) / lipstick 1 / lipstick 2 (marlene) / blush 1 / blush 2 The makeup gets its own category because it is the same in almost all looks, but I switched up her makeup when she moved back to her parents, which is why there are two options each.

Pen Pal: dress (+ the hat pictured here)

Home Alone: dress

Lonely Nights: top (nifty knitting) / bottom / slippers

Farewell Arti: dress / hat / tights (reupload because original was deleted)

Movie Date: dress / shoes / eyeshadow / liner / + the coat she wore here + hat (forgot to add it here, but seen in the post)

Return Home: top / bottom / hat

Niall's Party: dress (bridesmaid dress) / necklace (vintage glamour) / shoes / eyeshadow / liner

Pub Meet: dress / hat

Kiss You: top (nancy solid) / bottom (or here)

Moving Day: dress (edith)

Dream Dress: dress (body 11 + lace colours b) / necklace (treasure)

Sleepy Head: top / bottom / slippers

Sports Day: top (open collar short sleeve) / bottom / hat / shoes / socks

Bath Time: swimsuit / headwrap (basegame) / shoes

Cold Girl: coat / hat / tights / shoes (longbourn)

Thanks to the cc creators! @wistfulpoltergeist @vroshii @simandy @yooniesim @avelynns @waxesnostalgic @myfawnwysimblr @nolan-sims @needleworkreve @twentiethcenturysims @serenity-cc @joliebean @madlensims @happylifesims @double-plumbob @leeleesims1 @blahberry-pancake @simminginchi @trillyke @boonstoww @saurusness @coloresurbanos @sentate @renorasims @eirflower @gilded-ghosts

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 lookbook #ts4 edit #my edit #decades challenge extras #emma jones

90 notes · View notes

darkwaveho · 2 years

Text

Favors

Summary: Wanda held off for as long as she could but with you being near her for this long, proved to be her weakness.

Parings: Stoner!Wanda x Reader

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Degrading, jealousy, possessive behavior, spitting, anal, edging, teasing, drug use, slight dubcon, fingering, oral, spanking, overstimulation, orgasm denial, squirting, fluff, cursing, nipple play, anal play. and mean Wanda. 🙃

|Part 6 | Part 8

“Do you want this?” A sinister chill runs through your entire body with her tone. “I know I want this; do you have any idea how hard it’s been to not play this game with you? hm?” you shake your head but still not answering her original question. “Do you know how hard it was for me to not fuck you while we were on our date today? she groans just thinking about it. “Or how wet I was just thinking about ruining you in that restroom at the club?” she places sloppy wet kisses on the side of your neck as she waits for your answer. “You still haven’t answered the question my love.” she whispers in your ear, lightly grazing her teeth on your lobe.

“I don’t kno-” you’re caught off guard with her switched tones, one minute her voice is sweet, the next it sounds like something that resides in the pits of hell.

“Don’t bullshit me, Do. You. Want. This?” your breathing is shallow; your heart is beating at a million miles a minute. you settle for a head nod, which isn’t good for her. now she was so adamant about consent? “I want to hear you say it. tell me you want me.” your mouth parts as you prepare for the words to leave your lips, Wanda gets impatient with you, so she harshly bites your neck to finally receive an answer.

“Yes, I want this.” you answer back truthfully.

She pulls the zipper down further, and finally slides your pants down. the feel of her hands gliding across your bare legs had you shuddering with anticipation. she doesn’t even bother to take your shoes off right now, she’ll get to that later. she’s waited long enough to finally taste you. “I see you’re wearing the panties I bought you, my special girl wearing the panties I hand-picked just for her.” she pulls the fabric down your thighs, as she kneels behind you placing a light kiss to the back of your knees. as she makes her way back up Wanda places another one to the back of your thighs. your breath hitches when she slides her fingers through your folds. the warmth you had radiating from your cunt caused a growl to leave her lips. she finally brings her finger up to her lips after toying and teasing you. “Fuck, you taste sweet.” she kisses your neck and harshly bites your ear lobe. “And you’re all mine.” you whimper from her claim on you. this was the attention you wanted from her last year.

hearing the sound of her zipper you try turning around to watch her. Wanda was quick to scold you for your movements. “I didn’t tell you to turn around, did I?” She grabs your hair with force as she holds your body down against the hard surface. “N-no.” you stutter out nervously.

“Then be a good girl and do what you’re told.” she releases your hair, but her other hand remains pressed into your back. You want to know what she’s doing behind you. the anticipation is killing you; you suddenly hear the flick of what you think is a lighter. Panic rises within you. was she going to get off on burning you or something? maybe she really was a demon spawn. You get pulled from your thoughts when you smell the strong familiar aroma. She’s really smoking weed while you’re naked, bent over and vulnerable for her? Her hand grips your chin turning your head slightly and brings her lips up to yours. The kiss is surprisingly gentle; you feel smoke invade your lungs as she’s devouring you with her tongue. She’s leaving no room for air, no room for you to breathe. it burns but you take it, you take what she’s given you. She finally pulls away from you with a playful bite to your lips. she takes one last hit from the blunt before putting it out on the floor with her boots.

Here you were with your ass up, panties around your ankles and bent over a washing machine in Wanda’s apartment. Wanda finally pulls the cock out from her pants, dragging it through your folds teasingly. before entering your perfect hole. she sets off at a brutal pace letting out some of her anger towards you, Carmen, Daisy, just anyone or anything that made her advances towards you more difficult than it had to be. You’re trying to contain at least some of your dignity, but Wanda snatches it from you like she snatches your will to breathe. The way she’s pounding into you with such force has the washing machine echoing within the garage walls. You pray to the heavens that no one walks in and sees you this way, you’ll never be able to live it down. “You’ve been pretty mean to me.” her words are laced with fake innocence; you know whatever she has in mind next would be completely opposite of her tone right now, sinful.

“I wasn’t-” you wanted to say you weren’t that mean and that she was basically stalking you, but your words are cut off by the volume in her voice.

“Shut up! I should smack your ass sore for every insult or every time you talked back to me and make you count.” you let out a moan that not only surprised you but Wanda as well. “Oh, you like that ? You like the thought of me spanking you? Is that what you wanted all along, hm? To be put in your place?”

“Answer me.” she lands another harsh slap to your ass cheeks; you answer her even if it wasn’t the truth because the truth was you wanted her to feel how you felt. to have her attention. you wanted her to really work for it after the way she handled things last year. but you answer her anyway, you were way too horny and already headed to empty thoughts.

“Y-yes.” you say, voice above a whisper. “Yes, what?” She was being an asshole; you would think now that she finally has you where she wants you there would be less stalling and talking. you might be horny, but you’re not that far gone to call her daddy. you can be an asshole too. “Yes, Wanda.” you try saying it as innocently as possible, but Wanda sees through it. her frustrations grow more as she pushes your head down against the cool metal lid of the washing machine.

“You’re so stubborn, it’s okay. I can fuck it out of you.” she’s pounding into you at an unmatchable pace if you thought the wind was knocked out of you before you were sadly mistaken. You can even gather your breathing. the only sounds in the dimly lit room was the wetness of your arousal, skin slapping, the pounding echo of the washing machine being beaten into from your bodies, and the whines you managed to release from your lips.

“Say you’re sorry.”

“Wha-what?”

“I said say you’re sorry to me Dekta”

“I’m sorry.”

“I couldn’t hear you baby, speak up!” she ruts her body further into you causing the strap to hit your g-spot.

You loudly whine from the action. “I’m sorry.”

“Say it again.” you say it again, but Wanda wants you to repeat it until she feels like it’s genuine and not because she was deep in your pussy right now “Louder.” she grunts into your ear her own breathing seems to be picking up speed. She must be close to reaching her orgasm. You don’t want this to go on any longer than it should. truth be told this wasn’t supposed to be happening at all. Wanting to get this over with you, move your body in tune with Wanda’s pushing your ass back against her each time she thrusts forward. You met her strokes with force and power of your own that had her mind absolutely wrecked, causing her to take more control. You didn’t think it was possible for her to get any deeper or pound your gushing pussy any harder, but she proved you wrong.

“I can stay like this with you forever, inside you forever.” The way she whispers in your ear has you edging closer and closer to your climax in this moment you love it. Wanda can tell how close you are, and she wants nothing more than to give you your release. To be the reason for your release, but she also wasn’t going to let you out of here until you called her daddy, call her petty but she meant what she said about fucking the stubbornness out of you.

“You’re so close princess I can tell, you wanna cum?” You nod your head furiously and she chuckles at how your eager to respond to her now when you were ignoring her for days. “Use your words.” her hands lands harshly on your ass.

“I wanna cum.” You moan from the sudden stinging pain.

“Hmm, you still need to work on those manners I see.” she slows her thrusts knowing it’ll get you to cave. You whine from loss of rhythm you’ve gotten familiar with. “Wandaaa.” she slaps your ass and turns you around to face her.

“Don’t complain after you had me chasing you around everywhere. I’ll do whatever I want and you’re gonna take it!” she picks you up nearing her bedroom. she throws you on to her bed as she removes the rest of her clothes and her shoes. she removes your shoes and bottoms as well. you don’t have enough time to position yourself on the bed correctly before Wanda is on top of you. she snatches your bra away from your body.

“Shit.” you respond to the cool air your nipples were met with. she chuckles at your outburst. “Looks like I have to buy you some new bras too huh princess?” her mouth left no place untouched. she leaves her marks on your neck and moves down your chest.

“Mhm you have the most beautiful tits.” she harshly grabs your breasts before she sucks your nipples. you jerk from the warm feeling of her tongue. “Th-ank you.” she stops her attack on your nipples and hardens her gaze. “Don’t get cute.” Wanda forgot she was supposed to be ‘hate fucking you’ right now, that’s just how bad she had it for you.

“Hands and knees.” you don’t move quick enough for her. “Hands and knees!” she grabs your hair and turns you on your stomach. she uses her other hand to run down your folds once more. using her thumb to circle your asshole. she lightly blows air onto your hole amused by the shudder and noise you release for it. “Don’t move from that spot.” she pushes your head down for extra authority.

she reaches over to her side table, you hear shuffling. curiosity got the best of you wanting to know what she has in store. turning your head slightly to peek at her, she snaps her head back to you. she was stalling on purpose, just to catch you disobeying her words. “You can’t even follow simple instructions?” Wanda made sure to hide whatever she grabbed from that drawer from your line of sight.

“I didn’t do anything.” you say innocently. she pushes your face down and positions your hips in an upright position. “I told you not to move! You’re gonna learn to fucking listen to me.” Wanda grabs the lube she got from her side table, she squirts a generous amount onto her palm and lathers your folds. she squirts more into her hand which has you going curious again, she had enough for your pussy already. Wanda places the lube on your asshole. “Wanda what are you-” “Don’t move, Now has anyone touched you here before?” your breath is shallow as you shake your head no. “N-no.” you say nervously. she looks up from your hole to smile at you. “Perfect.” she loved the fact that she would be the first one to play with you there. she was already set on ruining you, but this motivated her even more knowing she was here marking territory. she slowly pushes her finger inside. “I don’t think-” shushes your complaint. “Don’t think about it.” she adds another finger inside your hole slightly moving her fingertips against your tight walls.

“Shit.”

she laughs.

“I knew you’d like it; you like me being the only one inside your tight hole?” feeling the tingling sensation in your pussy and your asshole makes you grow worried as wanda continues stimulating you. you attempt to please yourself. “You feel that? it means it’s starting to kick in baby.” you turn your head to the side to get a view of her. “what are you talking about?”

“The lube I used, I bought it just for you.” she spreads your cheeks further apart from each other as she slowly probes your hole.

“W-hat kind of lube?” you stutter in confusion. “Look at you, you don’t even realize that you’re fucking yourself right now.”

“THC lube, its gonna have you fucking me like the bitch in heat that you truly are.” you moan from her degrading words ignoring that she still didn’t ask you if you were okay with using that kind of lube. she slows her movements in your hole, your relaxed calm state is replaced when you hear a low buzzing noise. your eyes were met with a jeweled butt plug. you shake your head when you turn to Wanda. “I can’t- I can’t take that.” she tilts her head and leans back for her view of your bent over figure.

“I think you can.” you go to protest her again, but Wanda cuts your words short. “I don’t want to hear it! You can take it and you will! Because I said so.” she grabs the butt plug and toys with it at your entrance. “I was going to be nice and add more lube but...” she pretends to think about it for a moment knowing she had her mind made up already with all your disrespectful outbursts.

“You don’t need it.” she pushes through your entrance and you try moving away until she holds you down. “It’s almost in. calm down.” she makes it a little easier for you and moves the plug slowly in and out of you for a moment. “Shit Wanda.” With the subtle vibration of the plug, you fully relax laying your head on the mattress and arching your back more for Wanda to use. when she sees, you’ve gotten used to the feeling she focuses back on your pussy.

“That’s right, only I know what you need.” she uses the tip of the strap to tap against your folds before pushing through. she keeps telling you to just breathe and you’ll get used to feeling so full. Wanda goes on to tell you how much she wanted you like this. how full she wants you to be. you moan loudly when she confesses that she bought another strap for cumming inside your holes. she would use it next time for sure since this was a spur of the moment encounter. “You know I bought all new toys just for you, I can play with you how I really want because they aren’t here yet.” you moan loudly at her words and at the felling of Wanda pulling and tugging on the plug as she pounds your pussy. “You like that I bought toys to fuck you with?” you quickly nod your head not having the breath control to reply to her. “Toys only meant for this pussy?” she growls towards the end of her reply and starts fucking you at a new pace.

“Oh fuck I can’t hold it any longer. I need to cum Wanda.” the words fly from your mouth with quickness. Wanda still wanted to give you a hard time. “Sorry, what was that? I was too busy watching you clench around my cock to listen. you release an annoyed sound. “Wanda!” you speak with slight anger at her childish response that only makes her mad as well. her hand lands harshly on your ass cheeks again. when she’s done she hovers over your ear as she speaks.

“That’s not my name slut! Tell daddy how much you wanna cum.” Wanda grunts with every thrust she sends your way. “I want to cum.” you leave out the last part of her request on purpose hoping she was distracted enough by your moans to notice. she notices. “You left something out.” she sighs at your stubbornness, and continues her harsh pounding before slowing down. she edged you so much you lost count. you just wanted to release without boosting her already huge ego by calling her daddy.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my-“ you whine into the mattress. Wanda laughs at you barely being able to hold on to words. “It’s funny, you called me demon spawn and now the demon has her cock stuffed deep inside you.” She grunts aggressively as she ruts further into you. Her grip on you grows stronger as you squirm beneath her, she brings her lips to the shell of your ear softly panting.

“There is no god in this room right now Malyshka.” Hearing her using her native language had you turned on even more than you were. “You like it when I speak like this? Hm?” She makes sure her accent is strong, wanting to see you break beneath her.

“I asked you a question, Dorogoy.” She snaps her hips forward with each word, the power in her strokes had your body jolting.

“Oh, fuck!” You grip her sheets trying to take what she’s giving you, but it becomes too much as you try pulling away from her.

“Uh un, don’t run from me, you take it!” She slaps your ass cheeks quickly but still maintains the force behind them. “All you had to do is call me by the proper name, I don’t like denying you Detka.”

“At least your hole will be used to my strap now, only I can fuck this pussy.” She growls next to your ear, before descending kisses and love bites down your neck. She wanted to make sure her territory was on display, and she just really loved marking you up. “You talked all that shit just for you to end up fucked out in my bed.” her words were getting you closer and closer to your climax, you push back into Wanda as you meet her thrusts, hopefully she would let you cum soon. “Look at you, fucking me back with such eagerness.” she was enjoying this moment. seeing you be so submissive to her. so needy for her.

“Don’t you wanna cum?” when you don’t answer her, she pulls out completely. the feeling of clenching around nothing has you desperate enough that you try rubbing your thighs together seeking some kind of relief. she holds your legs apart keeping you from finding relief. “Please, I want to cum, please.” she hums with approval. “That’s more like it slut.” she resumes her previous movements keeping a hard steady pace.

“Mommy.” you whine into the mattress once more not fully wanting to submit to her, but she stops you before your cries can go unheard. her hips falter for a brief moment at the new title. “Fuck! I knew you were my special girl.” she whispers in fascination before she picks up her previous momentum. “No one has ever called me mommy before.” The harder and faster she pounds into you the more you repeat the title. ‘mommy’ she’s grown fond of the title in just the short time. just from it leaving your lips.

“Cum for mommy.” you cum so hard around her cock and you’re pretty sure the plug in your ass contributed to the way you squirted as Wanda pulled out of you. “Damn, I didn’t know you were a squirter.” she says in fascination. she was mesmerized by your dripping juices. when you finally stop shaking and catch your breath you shyly respond to her.

“I- didn’t know either.” she attaches her lips to yours before you can say anything else, she didn’t want you feeling embarrassed. “You’re perfect.” is all she says before turning the vibrating plug off and removing it from your stretch hole. She pushes you onto your back and hovers above you.

“Stick your tongue out.” You comply by sticking your tongue out. You flinch slightly and release a loud moan as she spits in your mouth, some of it landing in your face harshly. She roughly grabs your hair bringing your face to her warm dripping pussy. You almost go feral with how strong the smell of her arousal is. “Put that mouth to good use and show me how sorry you are for being mean to me Printcessa.”

you push your face into her pussy, quickly getting to work. you weren’t able to hold back the noise from tasting her. you flatten your tongue against her cunt, dragging it in an upwards position, stopping around her clit. making small circular motions.

“Don’t tease me.” Wanda says breathlessly. she smacks your ass causing you to jolt forward even more into her. the vibration from your shock sends a sensation to Wanda’s cunt. you now understand Wanda’s statement about that muffin, would she become your new addiction? just thinking about it. you growl digging your nails into Wanda’s thighs. she hisses from the pain and grabs your hair for a better grip.

“Oh fuckk.” Wanda starts grinding into your face. You swirl around her hole, finally entering. “Look at you so eager to please me.” Wanda spends the entirety spewing degrading and snarky remarks at you. “Glad to know you can use your mouth for more than just talking back to me.”

When Wanda finally cums you make a move to lean away from her pussy, but Wanda growls and holds you in place. “I’m not done yet, stick your tongue out, again.” she adds more pressure to your face and bucks so intensely she has to grab the headboard for support. you squirm beneath her. you whine trying to push her away from your face, struggling for air. “Shh shh, you’re okay let mommy fuck your face however long she wants.” the vibration from your mumbled voice adds to her pleasure. she finally allows you to breathe, releasing you as you fall limp to the bed. Wanda stares down at you as she evens her breathing.

“Holy shit.” you say while staring up at her figure. she laughs at your response looking at her juices on your face. “Seems like I made a mess too.” you raise your hand to wipe your face, but Wanda halts your movements. “Let mommy clean it.” she licks your face leaving nothing behind and kisses you. shoving her tongue in your mouth. you don’t have the energy to even kiss her back at the same intensity. But the tingling sensation starts back up again, you growl from the annoying feeling and surprise Wanda when you flip her on her back. you drag your cunt across Wanda’s abdomen leaving a trail of your slick on her stomach. you hover above her as she waits for you to sit on her face.

you decide to switch things up remembering how fast and hard she came when you had her a moaning mess in Tony’s garage. “What are you doin-” her words die in throat as your warm cunt makes contact with her nipple. you start off lightly grinding your puffy clit against her sensitive nipple. when her shock wears off, she grips your waist helping you fuck yourself with her harden nub. “You really are full of surprises aren’t you princess.” she’s already nearing her high once again tonight. it didn’t take much with you, especially as you knew how sensitive her nipples are.

“Shut up, it’s your fault I’m like this!” you pant from above her. she smirks up at you and your neediness. Wanda thought it would be fun to use the lube and she wanted payback for everything you put her through. she decides to play coy. “Like what baby?” she squeezes your sore ass cheeks.

“Fuck you!” she laughs beneath you, still helping you with your movements.

“You are fucking me.” she says sarcastically. you want her to cum with you at the same time, so you place your fingers between her folds and rub her clit in sync with your movements against her nipple. “That’s it, don’t stop. Please don’t s-stop” Wanda mumbles under her breath you only catch it when she stutters at the end. The feeling of her clenching around your fingers, and the sight of her desperately meeting your thrusts has you growing cocky.

“Looks like I’m not the only bitch in heat, am I?” that was the icing on the cake for her. using her own words against her. making her just as needy as she made you. if it wasn’t solidified before it sure was now, you belonged to Wanda, and she belonged to you. “Shit! gonna make mommy cum again?” she chokes you with one hand and looks up at you. you nod breathlessly, dragging your finger to her hole, and finally thrusting inside her. “Cum with me.” you pant against her forehead. Wanda tightens her grip around your neck and waist. firmly moving your pussy against her as she matches the sloppy thrusts of your fingertips. Wanda pulls you closer and pushes her face into your stomach as she cums. you squeeze your eyes tightly as you have your last orgasm. you hold onto Wanda’s headboard before you can fully drop down onto her. she positions you on your side and massages your back as you both come down. you needed the comfort more than she did right now with how much she put you through in one night.

“I’ll be right back.” she leaves the room as you lay there replaying what just happened. you weren’t expecting anything to happen tonight, but you can’t say you’re complaining. you’re sore for sure but you had a great time today. Wanda returns and scoops you up from her bed. you whine from her disturbing your comfort. “Shh we have to get cleaned up.” she leads you to her bath room as she already had the shower running. you both clean each other up. Wanda leads you back to her room after showering. removing the sheets and throwing them into the forgotten washing machine. when she returns, she smiles at you snooping around her room in your towel. looking at pictures of her and Pietro, her parents, her favorite artists and of course she had posters of her favorite tv shows on her wall.

“You done snooping around my room princess?” she says from behind you. you laugh as she snakes her arms around you. “Nope not really, and it’s not snooping if you have it out on display.” she hums and pecks your lips as you turn around in her embrace. you both get lost in each other’s eyes before you break eye contact, she moves to her dresser to give you clothes.

you stare at her for a moment. “I don’t need those. I’ll wait for my shirt to get dry and then I can walk back-” She got angry with you. how could you leave her after you two had this momentum together she wanted all of you, that meant sleeping with her. in her bed as she cuddles you throughout the night.

“Don’t be ridiculous you’re staying, plus it’s late I don’t want anything happening to you outside.” she was right to feel concerned and you couldn’t really walk normally anyway, not after the hell she put your body through. “I guess you’re right.” she smiles as you take the clothes from her. she has to stop herself from touching you when you drop the towel, so she turns around with red cheeks to dress herself. turning around and seeing you in her clothes brought her so much joy, you would never wear anyone else’s clothes again she’d make sure of it.

Wanda grabs your hand leading you to the bed once again for the night but this time it’s much gentler. she gets in first and you follow suit trying to lay on the other side before she stops you and pulls you onto her side. you giggle on the side of her neck. “You can’t keep your hands off me long enough to even get in the bed?” you look up at her playful grin. “Nope.” she makes a pop sound at the end of her reply.

“Wow, you really are whipped.” she playfully pinches your cheeks. “Shut up and go to sleep.” she pushes your head to lay on her chest as you lay there on top of Wanda, she thought she could get used to this, that she would never want to be without this feeling of you again. her words come out before she can think it over. “Y/n?” thankfully you reply to her instantly she can get this over with. “Yeah?” you look up to her once more causing her nerves to kick in.

“Be my girlfriend.” she whispers lightly. you sit up leaning away from her completely to search her eyes. she wanted to make you, her girlfriend? fucking was one thing but actually labeling this and having a title was unexpected especially this soon. she takes your silence for rejection and avoids your eye contact.

“Sorry, just forget-” you shut her up with your lips, she kisses you back. after a minute you pull away from her causing her to whine you didn’t have the energy to start up another round your holes were ruined for at least 2 weeks. “Is that a, yes?” she nervously bites her lips. You giggle and pull her down into a quick peck. “Don’t fuck up, Maximoff.” is all you say before laying back down on her chest. “I won’t.” That was the last thing said in that room before exhaustion overtook you both. Wanda Maximoff had a girlfriend, and everyone would know about it by tomorrow.

#favors au #stoner!wanda #wanda maximoff x reader #stoner!wandamaximoff #darkwaveho #wanda maximoff smut

1K notes · View notes

flightlessangelwings · 2 years

Text

Kinktober Day 8- Voice Kink

Marcus Moreno x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 1.1k

Warnings- smut (18+ only), fingering, praise kink, dirty talk, established relationship, sweet Marcus, use of “good girl” and “yes ma’am”

Notes- So I originally had Frankie Morales for this one, but I decided to switch it out, and I’m glad I saved Frankie for another one! And I’m so happy with how this one came out too, I just kinda let it flow as I wrote it lol! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen!

To say up to date on when I post, follow my update blog too and turn on post notifications @flightlessangelwings-updates. Reblogs highly appreciated!

“Hey baby,” Marcus walked up behind where you stood in the kitchen and purred in your ear as he rested his hands on your hips, “I’ve missed you.”

You gasped, startled as you didn’t hear him come through the door. But you quickly spun around and wrapped your arms around his shoulders and embraced him tightly, “Marcus,” you breathed.

Marcus hummed as he ran his hands up and down your sides, caressing every inch of your body as he held you tightly. He whispered your name and placed soft kisses along the side of your face. “You smell so good honey,” his tone was low yet soft.

You let out a moan at his words. Marcus was always heavy on the praise, but you also just couldn’t get enough of simply listening to his voice. You loved the way he said your name in that low tone, you loved when he called you one of his many pet names for you, you loved when he went on about how much he loved you. Just hearing the words from his lips made a rush of need pulse through you, and Marcus noticed.

He turned you around and kissed your lips. What started gentle quickly turned more heated as he dipped his tongue into your mouth and played with yours. Marcus swallowed the moan you let out as you clung to him and surrendered yourself to his kiss. While still locked together, Marcus ushered you back up against the counter and guided your body so that he helped you push yourself up onto the countertop.

“Marcus…” you whispered as he kissed his way along your jaw.

You both tugged at the other’s shirts, and in a flash both of you were topless in the middle of the kitchen. Suddenly, you were grateful Missy was away for the weekend, otherwise you and Marcus might have had an awkward conversation with her later. But for now, it was just the two of you, and you were both ready to take full advantage of the alone time.

“You’re so beautiful,” he spoke with such adoration before he wrapped his arms around you again and made himself comfortable between your parted legs.

“Mmm,” was all you could respond with as Marcus’ large hands cupped your breasts. Somehow, between the way he squeezed and kneaded your flesh and ran his fingers across your nipples, you found your voice, “Keep talking, baby.”

Marcus smirked as he rested his forehead against yours, “You like when I tell you how gorgeous you are? Or how good you are for me?”

A whimper escaped your lips as his hands ran down the front of your body, “Yeah…” you paused as his fingers worked to free you of your pants, “But I just like hearing your voice more than anything.”

Heat rose in your body as Marcus yanked your pants off with a groan, and you only needed to shift slightly to allow him to remove them. And you glanced down and noticed he took your panties along with them, leaving you completely bare on the kitchen counter. When you looked up and met his gaze, you saw a newfound passion behind those dark eyes.

“You like when I talk to you, huh?” he asked softly with a grin. Marcus cupped your pussy and stroked his fingers along your folds, “Answer me,” his command was hushed yet his words still held weight.

You trembled in his grip as you clung to his shoulders, “I do,” you whispered and suddenly felt embarrassed at your confession.

Marcus only smiled as he slowly pushed two fingers into you, “Well,” he purred as you let out a loud moan, “I like when you scream for me,” he pumped his fingers in a steady and gentle rhythm, “I like when you’re so wet around me,” he kissed your lips, “I like when you’re so good for me like this.”

“Marcus…” you moaned louder as he filled you with his fingers over and over again.

“You’re so pretty when you let go like this,” Marcus groaned as he cock strained in his pants. He never tore his eyes away from your face as he kept his forehead against yours and pumped his fingers a little faster, “I love the sounds you make too, baby.”

All you could do was moan and cry out as Marcus thrust his fingers even deeper into you. “Yes,” he cooed, “That’s it sweetheart.”

He tightened his grip on your hip with his other hand as he pushed his fingers into your pussy as deep as he possibly could. You threw your head back and cried out loudly as Marcus’ fingers hit spots inside you that you didn’t even think were possible. With his fingers fully buried in you, Marcus used his thumb and rubbed at your clit with expert precision.

“Oh fuck… Marcus…” you shook as you dug your nails into his shoulders.

“I know baby,” he thrust his fingers once and stilled them deeply inside you again, “You feel so good… My good girl,” he crooked his fingers and stroked your inner walls while his thumb rubbed harder and faster on your clit, “Now let me see how pretty you look when you cum on my fingers. Show me how beautiful my lady is.”

The sound of his voice paired with how he worked you so well sent you over the edge and with a loud scream you came hard. Your pussy gushed into Marcus’ hand as he massaged your core and hit every spot that drove you wild. Tears filled your eyes as you clung to him for dear life as you rode out your climax on his thick fingers.

Just as Marcus brought you to your peak, he helped you down just as thoroughly and he slowed his movements as the aftershocks of your orgasm pulsed through you. He groaned as your pussy clenched his fingers hard until he stilled himself completely. Once he was sure he pulled every ounce of climax from you, Marcus slowly pulled his fingers out of you and wrapped his arms around you.

“You alright, baby?” he whispered in your ear and he kissed the side of your face and caressed your back.

“Perfect,” you replied, “I love you Marcus.”

He smiled, “I love you too, honey.”

As much as you wanted to stay like this forever, you felt the strain of Marcus’ clothed cock and you smirked as you pulled away just enough to look into his eyes, “Now how about I take care of you,” your tone was low as you pushed yourself off the counter, “But as long as you keep talking.”

Marcus’ skin heated as he swallowed hard, “Yes ma’am.”

#marcus moreno #marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno x you #marcus moreno imagine #marcus moreno fanfic #marcus moreno fanfiction #marcus moreno fic #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction

282 notes · View notes

jelli3fantasy · 7 months

Text

Enchanted to meet you F.W.

Pairing: Fred Weasley(hp) x fem!reader (Implied gryffindor reader)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Summery: you've known the Weasley twins since first year and since then, you've never left eachothers sides. Everyone knew you had feelings for the more flirtatious twin, except him, so when you find out that he's asked out Angelina to the yule ball, you had to find a way to bury your feelings before you let it slip.

Warnings: angst, angst, and more angst. Mentions of "y/n", !not proof-read!

a/n: I tried to make this as inclusive as possible, although I will say in this story she has hair past her shoulders but that's pretty much it. Also I wrote this about the song <Enchanted> by Taylor swift, so I recommend you listen to that while listening. Btw this is SUPER LOOSELY based on a fic I read but I can't find the original, so if it seems familiar feel free to tag them!

This is part ⅓, and I havent exactly figured out the plan for the next few chapters, BUT I can tell you, the dance is not in this chapter, it's in the next because I got distracted and wrote a little too much for this chapter

Anyways, enjoy!

It was breakfast when he first mentioned it. He didn't even tell us properly, he just let it slip without noticing.

"Hey so I was thinking maybe we could do group photos before we head to the ball, y'know everyone with their dates. I ready asked Angelina if she was up for it, she said it was a great idea."

I don't think he even noticed what he had said, he just kept his head down looking at his food. George gave he a knowing look, and my throat went dry. He had know about my feelings for Fred since third year, when he practically got on his knees, begging, to see why I was always so flustered around Fred. I didn't bother looking into George's eyes, because I knew if I did, there was a high chance that I would be able to keep my composure. Fred spoke again before we got the chance to say anything.

"By the way y/n, Angelina was wondering of you wanted to go dress shopping with her."

For the first time this morning fred looked up from his plate, directing his gaze to me. My heart stopped for a second when our eyes met. It wasn't anything new but this time felt...different. I hadn't even realized I was staring till George cleared his throat. I flicker my eyes for a split second to meet with George's eyes, only to switch my focus back to Fred. I cleared my throat before answering.

"That sounds great but, I already said I'd go with ginny."

I gave him my best fake smile. I hadn't told him the whole truth but it wasn't a complete lie. I had asked ginny to go with me, but she said she had already gotten a dress.

"Oh that's a shame."

He directed his attention back to his plate. Throughout the rest of the day, you tried to avoid him and Angelina. It's not like you hated her, it was just hard to be around the girl who managed to get Fred's attention, without feeling a pang of jealousy throughout your body. In potions you took the spot by George insted of your usual seat by Fred. George had obviously known why, but that didn't stop him from asking.

"How are you holden' up?"

George slightly nudged your side.

"Not well, actually."

I turned to him, giving him a bit of a sarcastic smile.

"Well have you alleast thought about who your gonna take to the ball?"

I had actually. Not my first choice, but a shy hufflpuff boy that id know to fancy me first came to mind. It might be a little mean going with him only as a last resort, but what else was I supposed to do? Go alone? Yea, no way.

"Yea a little but I'm not to sure yet. What about you?"

George hadn't been the type to go out with alot of girls. He'd rather spend his time making jokes or thinking about what prank he was gonna do next. That's why it shocked me a little to find out he was going with a ravenclaw girl from his herbology class. Even if it was just as friends, I was happy for him.

The rest of the day seemed to fly by and next thing I knew, I was dragging myself to the great hall for dinner. When I walked through the door, I took a quick glance around the gryffindor table, not expecting anything out of the ordinary, when I see Angelina, Fred's arm draped over her shoulder, in my seat. I wanted to go over there and just let all my feelings spill from my mouth, but before I could go near the table, my feet were taking me away from the great hall and towards the common rooms.

By the time I reached the common rooms, my appetite was long gone and the water works had been flowing nonstop. Luckily everyone was either eating, or out, seeing as it was Friday and the ball was about a week away. I didn't even bother going up to the dormitory, I just took a spot on the floor infront of the couch and the empty fireplace. I wrapped my arms around myself. Since it was mid to late December, the cold was almost un-bearable and the fact that the fireplace hadn't been lit yet, wasnt helping. The common room was practicality a walk in freezer, and the only thing I had on was my robes.

When I awoke the next morning, I was grateful that it was the weekend. When I had originally woke up the night before, I was still on the ground but my back was aching and my neck was sore from the position I was in. I managed to stumble up to the dormitory after everyone else had gone to bed, not bothering to change out of my robes.

I made my way out of bed sluggishly, heading to the lavatory to wash myself off from the night prior.

I had decided to stop by hogsmade to visit a little boutique to see if they had any accessories that could go with my dress for the yule ball. I hadn't given the ball much thought other than dates, so I was rather excited to see what I could find. I had gotten my dress only a few days prior to the conversation I had at breakfast with Fred and George, and yet i hadn't thought of what I would wear with it. The dress was long and bearly grazed the floor. It had a beige base with dark see through fabric embroidered with gold accents over top. The straps were thin and had long bows covering them. It was a little out of my comfort zone, but that's what made it so special. My shoes were beige with gold vines wrapping themselves around the heel of the shoe. I hadn't decided what I was going to do with my hair, but there was still quite some time till the ball so I didn't have to rush or anything.

I left the boutique with a few simple gold bracelets, and made my way back to the castle to meet up with a few friends for lunch. Walking through the main door, whith my head down caused me to run directly into a broad figure while turning a corner.

"Oh my bad, sorry"

I apologized almost immediately, expecting that to be the end of the interaction, only to stop in my tracks.

"No worries love"

The familiar voice rang through my ears, as i looked up to see the last person I wanted to run into today.

"So... where you headed? Maybe I could join you"

Fred gave me his signature smirk. I wanted to run. Tell him no, that I didn't want to see him. But of course I knew that would ask questions, so I let him follow me. I went to the library in hopes he'd leave so I could sneakout and go with my friends, But, even when we got there he just took a spot directly next to me. I pulled out a book from a nearby shelf that I'd been eyeing out for a while and started reading. Surely he'd leave soon, right? Wrong. He sat there, next to me, for the entire afternoon as I read. Eventually I put the book back, being to distracted to concentrate on the words on the pages.

"Where were you at dinner last night?"

The question had slightly caught you off guard, seeing as he'd been quiet all this time.

"Oh, I just didn't have much of an appetite"

Which wasn't a complete lie.

"Well did you want to walk with me to dinner?"

Dinner. I had completely missed lunch and had spent my afternoon reading I hopes that Fred would leave, but he never did. At this point I would've said no. That I was just gonna skip dinner again. But my stomach was growling, and if I didn't eat soon, I might've just passed out. I had no other choice but to agree.

Dinner had went by smoothly. A lot more smoothly than last night. I found myself laughing like old times, even if Angelina was still sitting in my spot. I just took the empty place by george insted. Eventually the night crept upon me and the energy I once had was long gone at this point. Me and George said our goodnight and headed to the dorms together, as Fred and Angelina were busy talking to their mutual friends.

The walk to the dorms was quiet. But not in an uncomfortable way, in the good way. When we got to the common room, we sat on the couch In sync, and just sat there for a minute in silence. Taking in eachother company. I rested my head on George's shoulder -a habit I picked up early on in our friendship, as we were both touchy people- and he rested his head atop of mine.

"Do you think you're gonna tell him?"

The question wasn't surprising to me seeing as this wasn't the first time he's asked.

"I don't know. He seems pretty happy with Angelina right now, I'd hate to ruin it for him."

You glance up at George, to see him deep in thought. It wasn't an abnormal thing to see George distracted, but this seemed different.

"What's on you mind Georgie?"

I kept my eyes on him when he glanced at me

"Hes going to ask Angelina to be his gifriend after the ball."

My heart broke for a second, before starting to beat rapidly. I'd known he would never go for me, but there was still a piece of me that hoped everyday that maybe just maybe, he would confess his undying love for me. But that was stupid. Now that I knew for sure he wasn't interested, it hurt like hell.

"How do you know?"

I tried to hide the crack in my voice.

"He asked me for advice on how to ask, as if I knew anything about that."

He huffed a small laugh.

I let a few tears slip out, but I refused to break down infront of goerge, even if he had seen me break down before. I rested my head back on his shoulder, and let the hot tears fall. After a while, my breathing slowed and a drifted to sleep.

#Spotify #harry potter x reader #fred weasley angst #fred weasley x you #fred weasly x reader #fred x reader angst #fred weasley #fred wealsey fic #fred weasley x fem!reader

27 notes · View notes

yourkimjaejin · 4 months

Text

What If MSquared Dated...

I'M BACK!!!!! Sorry I was gone so long, When I'm working I barely have time to write but know I have time off and I'm getting the creative juices flowing again. I still have a ton of AG!tour posts coming up that I'm in the process of finishing but when inspiration hits, I have to get it out.

Now just to let you know, I may have gone overboard a bit on this but Its as fantasy so who cares!!! Hope you all enjoy and if I post this before or on Christmas I hope you all have a happy holiday and if you celebrate a Merry Christmas! Enjoy ~ Author Izzy

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

The Beginning

This world starts after Moxy and Taeyong resolve their differences

For a long time Taeyong and Mark would commiserate over their shared feelings on Moxy joining the group.

All their ire wasn’t just toward Moxy but also toward the company for just dropping this bomb on them and forcing them to pick up the pieces.

During those long nights Mark poured a ton of his thought's about the situation on his leader. How he felt like the company was already trying to replace him with someone different, someone better

Taeyong would always have to remind him that Moxy couldn’t take his place. But when Mark watched Taeyong embrace her as Moxy broke down

It felt like he’s was floating alone in a lifeboat while all the other members were partying on the yacht called the S.S. Moxy.

In the weeks after, Mark felt his envy for Moxy grow and grow. He would get on his knees every night asking God to take the anger away but it continued to fester

His blood boiled anytime Moxy got compliments on her dancing when they both killed it. His whole body itched when Moxy was showered with praises on her rapping (especially when they aren’t her words, they’re his)

In front of the camera the two put on a good show. Presenting a picture of friendship and kinship for all the fans to see. But when the camera went off, it was like they stood on opposite sides of an ocean. They couldn’t be further away from each other

The members preferred when they avoided each other cause it was like fireworks when they clashed. Mark and Moxy poked and prodded at each other. They nitpicked at the other faults for everyone to hear.

The younger members like Jungwoo and Haechan truly thought the two would never get it together. That Moxy and Mark hated each other and would never repair the bridge between them. They didn’t have to be friends. Lord knows there’s plenty of idols who only tolerate each other.

The hyungs though....They knew different. They were just waiting for the other shoe to drop

The Enticing Incident

The company sat with 127 to discuss the line distribution for Kick It. SM wanted to make a callback to the groups pervious title track, Cherry Bomb.

They planned for the first part of the rap section to include Mark and Moxy rapping against each other like they did in Cherry Bomb. Moxy was ecstatic for it. The last time they did a mini rap battle in a song it went viral. Moxy just hoped they could live up to the hype when this time around. their part was shorter.

Moxy left the meeting ready to do what she does, Slay. Her and Mark may not see eye to eye but they knew how to put aside their differences for the sake of work

Weeks later, when Moxy was given the lyrics with her part highlighted, she stormed off to find Mark. Instead of the original plan, now Moxy only had two lines.

One of the managers told her the switch happened after suggestions from Mark. “Kick It would be better if all the rappers had their own parts” were his words verbatim.

And Mark just so happened to get the biggest part while Moxy only got two lines.

The girl saw red. Johnny didn’t even try to hold her back. He even held Jungwoo back from calming her down. "They gotta get thru this. If there's blood then will interfere."

Moxy threw the door open to Mark studio and went off, “Look I don’t know what’s your problem but that doesn’t give you the right to take my lines away!”

Mark turned around with an innocent look on his face. But Moxy could see right through it. He was smirking behind that doe eyed looked.

"What could you possibly be talking about? How could I take your lines away?" Mark sat back on the couch, nonchalant to Moxy anger rising.

"Oh so you have no idea about my lines for Kick it being cut in half!!?! How about the mysterious meeting you had with the higher ups two days ago that Jungwoo told me about?" Moxy watched the boy carefully for any sign of hesitance that would prove her right. But all Mark did was stand up forcing her to look up at him.

"Moxy-ah how you possibly accuse me of cutting your lines. I just made a suggestion to the director based on our own talents."

"Says the guy with four lines all to himself." Mark chuckled and took a step forward.

"Look just because you're scared about pulling your part off doesn't give you the right to come in here and yell at me." Now Moxy takes a step forward.

"And now your insulting my talents!! I can pull off anything, What I'm mad about is going to the director and taking my lines." Mark takes another step

"Says the girl who claims my work as her own!" Moxy gasps, offended by Marks accusation.

"I have never nor would I ever claim someone else's words. I make it clear to every one who will listen my rap parts aren't written by me!" Moxy takes another step forward. The two feuding members stand nose to nose.

"I don't know what you have against me but you better get over it. Cause if you insult mephh-" Moxy tried to finish her sentence but something stopped her.

Moxy had her arm in the air using her whole body to emphasize her point. Outta nowhere Mark grabs her wrist and smashes his lips against hers.

Their first kiss is fueled by anger, just lips pressed hard against each other, teeth clashing. Moxy struggles a bit to free her arm but once she does, she pushes the boy away. Mark immediately moves back giving them both room to breath.

They both kept glancing at each other. Eye locking but never staying in the same place for more than a couple seconds.

If you asked, neither of them could tell you who moved first but in the the blink of an eye, Moxy arms were wrapped around his shoulder, Mark's hands gripped each side of her waist as theirs lips meet a second time.

Hands held the other tightly. Whether it was out of anger or desperation neither could tell, but lips locked again, anger turning into something new. Something unexpected.

Moxy was confused. For the longest time Mark ignored her, at worst he ridiculed her with jabs at anything. Her hair, her costumes, her slightest mistakes. But something about being held in Marks arms felt good. And she hated to admit that.

So many thoughts were running through the older's mind. Was his annoyance at his curly haired member all a lie. Were all the jeers and glares just his own, admittedly, bad way of keeping her attention on him and not on the hundreds of hungry eyes that followed her everywhere 127 went.

All of those thoughts were too much for him to process. So he pushed them aside to focus on who was wrapped in his grasp.

They couldn't tell how long they'd been tangled together. None of them coming up for air until Mark lifted Moxy up and carried her to the couch, somehow bringing them closer as he sat down. Mark doing all that without breaking their kiss sent a zing up her spine.

It was like a fog drifted into Moxy's brain. Clouding her judgement and obscuring her sight outside of Mark's lips on hers and his hands moving across her back. His surprisingly soft lips traced a path down her neck, stopping at the point where her shoulder and neck met.

Slowly Moxy floated back to reality, like a leaf that's detached from its tree. Everything came back into focus. She blinked, giving her a clear picture of the studio ceiling

Now, all to rapidly, reality set into place. The hands and lips on her skin began to burn. She forcibly removed herself from his grasp. Watching as Mark realized what they had done, he met her eyes for a moment but his gaze quickly met the floor. A rosey blush spread on his ear.

Moxy messily fixed her clothes and disappeared out of the door before Mark could even speak.

The Cooldown

I think everyone knows that Moxy and Mark are not confrontational. Well...Moxy's has a couple exceptions. It usually boils down to her family or her members being hurt, then the gloves come off. Other than that, She steers clear.

So you can imagine how the aftermath of the kiss went

Radio. Silence.

Before when they'd irritate each other with words, now they go out of their way to avoid each others. They no longer acted close on camera. They continuously dodged each other in the halls of SM.

This went on for months. The company didn't step in until fans started to speculate what went down between them. Forcing them to be act somewhat ok with each other which lead to some of the most awkward moments in 127 history. It became a joke around the fandom whether Mark has game or not

Avoiding each other is hard to do when 127 has a comeback coming up. It's time for Favorite, the title track for Sticker's repackage. After the fan outrage at Moxy's lines in Sticker, SM really made up for it in Favorite.

and with every stage, Mark slowly descended into madness.

Mark wanted to strangle whose bright idea it was to put Moxy in the shortest dress know to man

(Factually this is untrue but forgive Mark. He was on the verge of a nosebleed every time Moxy performed)

Between Kick It and now, Mark took the time to figure out what happened with the kiss. It wasn't a spur of the moment thing like he first thought. When he looked back at all the times they fought, He could pinpoint why he chose to bother Moxy. Anytime she performed, Mark knew she belonged on the stage with 127. That made him fell replaceable.

instead of remembering Taeyong words, he instead chose to make her feel as bad as he did.

Saying she stole his words was a low blow. Moxy was right, anytime lyrics were brought up in interviews, the other rapper made it a point to credit Taeyong and Mark for making her sound cool.

When he looked past the jealousy, all he found was fondness and admiration. A need to keep her eyes on him. A want to show off to everyone she was his.

Meanwhile, Moxy didn't think about the kiss again (a lie, the memory haunted her dreams for weeks). Because Mark never sought her out, Moxy took it as a obvious rejection. The kiss being nothing more that the result of heightened emotions. So she moved on. Pushed the memory to the bad of her mind and kept pushing forward

The Talk

One night after the first week of promotions was over, Mark made his way downstairs to the fifth floor dorm to bug Haechan but right before he knocked, Mark noticed a female silhouette sneak into the stairwell. He would notice that curly head anywhere. Mark turned in her direction and followed her up to the roof of their dorm.

Moxy was sat on one of the benches lining the edge of the building, looking out at nighttime in Seoul. Clearing his throat to catch Moxy's attention, her shocked eyes met his

"Can I sit?" all she gave was a stiff nod. But her eyes watched as he sat down. The two members sat in silence. the cold night air making Moxy shiver.

Mark draped a second coat on her shoulders. He coughed to avoid embarrassment, "Its too cold for you to be sitting out here without a jacket. No matter what city you grew up in."

"Thats rich for someone from Canada." the quip lightened the mood but the moment was fleeting. It felt like an anvil was hanging by a thread between the two of them. Someone had to speak or it would crush the both of them.

"Mark?" He turned to her, "Why do you hate me?" The question was tinged with hurt.

Mark reached over to brush a stray curl behind her ear, "I-I never hated you. Moxy...I was jealous of you. I was scared they'd replace me with you."

"What?" She said incredously. "How can you be jealous of me?"

Mark kissed his teeth, "We're extremely similar Thea."

"They are plenty of thing you do that I don't."

"We both dance the same."

"I'm half black. Rhythm runs in our blood, mostly. What's your excuse?"

Mark just ignored that, "We both play guitar."

Moxy couldn't help the annoyed expression appearing on her face, "How many people are actually gathering around someone who plays bass. I'll answer that, No one! They flock to whose playing lead and thats you."

Before mark could give another bogus example, Moxy cut him off, "Mark I could never replace you. Do you know how much I heard about you during training?!" Now it was Marks turn to be shocked, "Yeah, I heard about you all the time. And it was an honor to be compared to a trainee like you. And I'm sorry if anyone words hurt you or made you feel less than." Moxy's honest words brought unshed tears to his eyes. Moxy watched him as he held the tears at bay with a fond smile. The silence between them ease up, becoming more comfortable.

But Mark was less than comfortable, words were right on the edge of his tongue and he couldn't stop them from coming out.

"You know, I haven't been able to stop thinking......about the kiss."

Moxy's eyes widened a bit, hopeful but apprehensive, "Y-you have? Then why didn't you say anything?"

"I just figured out the girl I was picking on was who i wanted attention from the most. I think I deserved a moment to figure myself out."

Moxy smacked his shoulder, "One year of a moment, Mark?!?!" She kept smacking him, making him laugh. He grabbed both of her wrist to get her to stop.

"You're right." Mark whispered, scooting closer until their noses were grazing with every move, "A year in a long time. Can you think of anyway I can make it up to you." A furious blush rose on her cheeks. Mark couldn't help his smirk. Moxy was normally so fierce, Seeing her soft, almost shy at the attention was too much. He sent out a brief prayer 'be still my heart."

Meanwhile Moxy was distracted by the barely there kisses Mark was leaving from the juncture of her neck to the edge of her ear. "I....I can think a few things." Moxy finally spoke albeit breathless.

All of a sudden the sensation was gone. Moxy opened her eyes to Mark standing, smiling as she came back to reality. Moxy stood up slowing, realizing that Mark left her hanging on purpose.

But Moxy wasn't one to be show up.

She sauntered closer to him till they stood face-to-face. Moxy grabbed a fist full of his hoodie, pulling to eye level with her. As she leaned in for a kiss......

But placed a light kiss on the edge of his mouth. Then walked away

"Have a good night Mark. Hope you dream of me and what could have happen if you hadn't chose to play around." Moxy blew him a kiss and closed the door behind her, leaving Mark stunned.

The Relationship

Msquared are the definition of Hot n' Cold. One minute they're super sweet to each other and the next they're teasing mercilessly.

Mark turns into the simpiest of all simps when Moxy dresses up for red carpets. It's the only time she'll allow the stylist noona's to put her in a dress. And Mark goes wild for it every time

Moxy explicitly told Mark she wanted their relationship to stay between them, their families and their members for awhile before telling the fans. So Msquared are very careful when their on camera.

They maintain the distance that had before the their first kiss. But as the months passed, Mark created the image that the two settled their differences and now tolerated each other. That way he could actually be close to his girlfriend without anyone suspecting anything

They spend a lot of time in the dorms just hanging out. They'll sing, watch movies, practice guitar together. The most special nights are lyric nights. Mark sits down and works on bringing out the words that are in Moxy head onto the page. Bringing her closer and closer to penning her own lyrics.

They become each others recharge at the end of a long day. With them both being in two groups, night time is they're moment to be together. They cuddle all the time. Their favorite position has to be back to chest. Marks arms enveloping her body and his head nestled in the crook of her neck

They might not go out on dates often but when they do it's special. Moxy loves to experience things and Mark loves to watch her reactions. They way her eyes light up and soft sounds of intrigue that leave her mouth warm his heart.

They LIVE to make the each other blush, stutter or trip over themselves in public or on video. It's game for them. One time, Moxy ignored Mark for weeks when he didn't warn her about the boxes in Quiet Down.

Msquared are extremally supportive of each others careers. They'll send food and gifts while on the road or during promotions with their separate groups. They'll attend music show tapings. Fans started to think something was going on when Mark showed up to one of AG's pre-records for BOY with any of the members and stayed until they were done.

Mark always makes time to sit in on Moxy's Instagram lives. Her love and passion for music fuels him. He writes his best lyrics while watching Moxy express her love for music with the fans

Moxy's favorite time to be with Mark is in the studio. She's created her own little cozy nook in his studio for herself to hang out and have a place to no so subtly watch him work

The Reaction

Haechan was the first to catch them together.

It was two weeks after there talk on the roof. Mark and Moxy were hanging out in his room when Haechan stormed in. Mark forgot their dinner plans and there was no way Haechan was missing out a free meal.

The maknae burst into the room, rant prepared in his head, only to freeze at the sight in front of him. Moxy and Mark were cuddled together on the olders bed. The pair launched away from each other when the door swung open

Haechan looked between the two of them for a long time before saying, "I don't care when this started or how it happened. What I do know is my time alone with either of you is sacred and I do not share." The new couple nodded but you could see the amusement in their eyes. "Now I have a reservation with one of you in a hour." He glared at Mark for forgetting, "So I expect one of you to be downstairs and ready to go in less than five minutes." And with that he stormed out. Mark following close behind (But not after kissing Moxy goodbye)

Because Haechan can't keep his mouth shut, the dreamies were informed at their next 7Dream sleepover a week later. Mark could barely walk in before he was bombarded with questions.

Jisung was kind of like Haechan where he was concerned over his place now that Mark and Moxy were dating. They both were like his second parents. And he didn't want to lose his time with either of them

Those worries went away when Mark planned a date on the same day Moxy made plans with Chenle and Jisung for their monthly Noona/Maknae time. Mark was the one to tell her to have fun, that they'd go out another time. But he did make the maknaes promise not to keep her out all night.

The hyungs of 127 found out months later.

Even though Haechan couldn't keep a secret from the Dreamies. NCT Dream and AG collectively promised to say nothing until Mark and Moxy were ready

The couple met up early in the practice room. 127 was scheduled to practice for the groups 2 Baddies comeback but the new couple hadn't see each other in while because of AG preparations. They got so caught up in each other they didn't even notice the door open.

"I KNEW IT!!!" Shouted Jungwoo. Shocked, the two rappers jumped away from each other. The hyungs all had different reactions. Some were shocked, some were unreadable but Jungwoo was gleeful.

"I knew something was going on when Moxy started coming to the 7th floor more. She hates our dorm."

"I don't hate your dorm. I just hate the messiness."

"But now you can look past it for your sweetie-pie." came Yuta's teasing retort that made all the hyungs make there way over to congratulated the couple.

Taeyong did sit them down to have a discussion on what they wanted to do in terms of the fans finding out. But really it was for Taeyong to tell them that it didn't matter what the company said, The members were behind them.

(Also you best believe Johnny, Doyoung and Kun came together to give Mark the big brother talk)

Both of their moms were probably the happiest of their children. They couldn't stop talking about how cute the two are together

While Mark and Moxy thought they were being slick, the fans are not stupid. They knew something was going on and a few eagle eyed nctzens made it their mission to figure it out

There's a couple of channels that analyze the interactions between the two members to solidify their ship but outside of that, most czennies believe the two just became friends.

After being together for a while longer the two revealed their relationship to the fans after AG's encore concert with a picture on Marks Instagam story of the two hugging then another of them kissing. Over the post he used the song First Song by 127

SM confirmed the relationship an hour later. MSquared was trending for 24 hours. While some fans were angry, The majority of nctzens were happy for them. The most validated were the msquared shippers who had been there since the beginning.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

Taglist: @alixnsuperstxr / @1-800-call-ria / @sophrodite / @sunflower-0180

#NCT AG #NCT AG.Moxy #NCT AG.Writing #NCT AG.AU #nct female addition #nct female member #nct female oc #kpop addition #kpop!au #kpop!oc #kpop!addition #kpop female member

9 notes · View notes

randomfoggytiger · 1 year

Text

MSR Fic Tropes

Scully is The Ice Queen

Mulder was hated even in the VCU (in canon it wasn't until he rooted himself in the basement.)

Scully is shocked anyone thinks she's beautiful because Melissa was always "prettier."

Mulder married and divorced someone before his relationship to Diana (or concurrent to their early partnership.)

Scully is a bad cook (in canon she baked the Christmas dinner in Beyond the Sea, which Maggie complimented her on-- "delicious as always".)

Mulder was beaten as a kid by his abusive father (which I would argue is not canon-- slapping, yes, spanking, yes. Assault? No.)

Scully always "sighs, letting her eyes slip closed."

Mulder HATES hospitals: he is always allergic to the first pain killer he is given, always has a hidden secondary injury that is worse than the original one, and is always uncooperative and sabotaging to medical staff in his petulance. (In canon he's very pleasant to hospital staff-- Folie a Deux, Kill Switch, Signs and Wonders-- and only lashes out when he's panicked about Scully-- One Breath, Memento Mori, Redux II, etc.)

Scully refuses to tell Mulder "I love you" or commit to anything other than a casual relationship because she's a commitment-phobe (in canon, she starts the family planning discussion in Home and the motel cheese reception in Detour, and the "get out of the car" in Dreamland, etc.)

Mulder had a childhood dog growing up, or Samantha had a cat.

Scully's Katherine comes from her grandmother or great aunt.

Mulder would have become a child psychologist if he didn't go into the FBI.

Scully frequently has body dysmorphia or self-esteem issues.

Mulder is described as a puppy (no joke, I've been collecting every time he's referred to as puppy in fic... it's 17 pages long. Doesn't seem a lot... but it's a lot.)

Scully whispers. About. Everything. (I've also been collecting sentences in fic when Scully has whispered something... it's 113 pages long. And growing. Look for whispers-- you'll never unsee it.)

They leave notes in the office for each other signed with -S. or -M.

Mulder dog sat Queequeg at least once.

Mulder constantly gets caught up in VCU/BSU cases, losing himself in the process and almost committing suicide constantly (in canon, the first time he tried that-- the Bill Patterson method-- was in Grotesque; and he seemingly hasn't since. In fact, he highly discourages others from delving too deeply and losing themselves in madness by doing so.)

Scully and Mulder cry over songs about each other frequently.

Scully is justified in toying with Mulder's emotions by dating someone else to bait him but if Mulder does it then she cuts him out of her life (he usually doesn't because he's just so distraught with emotions for his Scully.)

Mulder's cologne is always spicy and his aftershave is always fresh.

Scully's shampoos smells like strawberries. Or peaches.

Mulder has amazing cholesterol despite his garbage diet.

If they have a tryst before canonical dating and Scully ends up pregnant, she will never communicate this to Mulder-- he will only find out years later when he runs across her and sees their child. This is always somehow his fault, of course.

If Mulder and Scully get together and get pregnant before canon, their first child is always a girl. She is named after Melissa, Samantha, or another woman from Scully's family.

If the pregnancy is somehow connected to the mytharc, it will usually always be twins or triplets (once it was two bio twins and a third miscarried "other", but that was a surrogate story.)

AU S9 fics: in older fics, Scully becomes a stay-at-home mom. In newer fics, Mulder becomes a stay-at-home dad. Rarely do they go back to the FBI together, even if Mulder gets the X-Files back.

Mulder starts cooking and gardening at the Unremarkable House.

Scully likes aging and Mulder does not.

Edit:

Scully is pink-cheeked when she gets out of the shower.

#txf #MSR Fic Tropes #Part I #tropes #fic #mine #Mulder #Scully #x-files #the x files #xf fanfic #x files #meta #xf fic #xfiles #writing

46 notes · View notes

equallyshaw · 2 years

Text

the medicated series: cale makar.

Pt 7. masterlist of cale's series:

Warnings: angst. swearing. best friends betrayal.

Word Count: 3.6k +

Original Character: Eliza Nicole James, 23 years old. Brunette Hair, Blue Eyes, short and curvy.

Third POV:

Time Skip, 2 months. May: playoffs.

Eliza woke up in a bit of a fog, she felt the bed next to her and it was empty. Ofcourse. He was on the road playing the Edmonton Oilers and so he wasn't there. Eliza smiled, before laying back down and focused on her breathing. Sometimes when she felt any fog or dizziness she would focus on her breath to bring her back 'down.' If that made any sense. While doing so she thought about the last two months working with the team, being with Cale and her health. After a successful year of being on a medication, it stopped working so she switched to a pill biological and found immediate success in it. It was one of those that you saw on tv, and was amazed by how her body took to it. Cale noticed a huge different in how she presented herself, the energy she had and the way she went on with her life. She was thriving not only with her health, but at her new position as well. Within a month, she had 2 events focusing on kids at risk that did not have the oppurtunity to play hockey and another where they raised money for Red Cross Heart Foundation. The team responded well to those and as of right now, she was focusing on the next season as the playoffs took up everybodies time and energy. Thus playing 2 extra games within 1. She also thought abou sweet sweet Cale, and how he had taken to her. How he was patient, forgiving, understanding and above all else, amazing. She was becoming more and more independant, and for the first time in years she felt somewhat more 'normal', Whatever normal was.

And Cale loved it all, he found her incredibly beautiful and strong as hell as each day she got somewhat better or atleast felt better. Even though she may feel better, the disease ofcourse is still wrecking havoc on her body, unfortunatly. He loved how much she was thriving in her world, and enjoyed watching her grow the outreach program. He loved it all. He loved the slow mornings of them 2, stretching and waking up with glasses of coffee. He loved the spontunity that she exhibited now, spur of the moment waffle dates at a nearby diner or regulary scheduled brunches on Saturday or Sunday if his schedule permitted it. He loved how she could get lost in a book for hours, only taking breaks for more expresso or to watch tiktoks. She even began to take daily walks or worked out every other day with walks, that now spanned a mile or 2 suprising the hell out of her. Cale felt himself falling more in love with the girl that was beginning to blossom. She felt it too, she felt that the world was finally throwing her a bone. She had never felt so sure of herself, and Cale added to that everyday.

Eliza got up from the bed and walked into her bathroom to get ready for the day, brushing her teeth and trying to tame her wavy curly hair was the priority. She finished up, and walked into the kitchen seeing Becca in the kitchen on her phone. "Good morning sunshine." Eliza breathed catching a glint of a small smile forming on her best friend's face. "Hi.' Becca mused, looking up and locking her phone. "SO. What is on your agenda for the day?" Becca asked and Eliza shrugged, not knowing. Her weekends consisted (usually) of whatever her body wanted to do, never forcing or trying to make big inconvienant plans. She liked having plans, but she prepared for those. "I don't know. Probably head out to grab some coffee in Five Points." Eliza responded throwing wheat toast in the toaster. "Why?" She quizzed her best friend, she turned around raising an eyebrow. "Just curious." Becca responded, leaving the room. Eliza shrugged, pulling out her phone and texting Cale a morning text. Well, he would of woken up at 6 instead of her 10 am. Cale responded back,

[Sweet Cheeks: I'll be back by 4 pm, missy. keep your schedule cleared.]

[Liza: kkay. should I dress up?]

[Sweet Cheeks: relaxed but nice.]

[Liza: Coolio, have a safe flight love. :)]

[Sweet Cheeks: Always xx]

Eliza turned around to butter her toast before heading into her room to get changed, so she could do a much needed coffee run.

It was later in the afternoon when Cale came to pick her up, but she wasn't having it. She could barely get out of bed without feeling dizzy and spacey, something that shouldn't be physically painful but it was for her. Something not as common with autoimmune diseases it dizziness and spacey-ness which meant that you were confided to bed or the couch. It can fuck up your whole day because you can't focus on anyhting or anybody. It's incredibly frustrating because it leaves you disabled, even more so than usual. Eliza laid in bed, falling in and out of a nap. She had been setting alarms to get up so she could be ready when he came, but it wasn't working. Her rest was not working, so she kept snoozing. This was the first time since they first started dating where she was having a flare up. Her medication had been a miracle and had begun to chang her life for the better. Yet, today was just a bad day. Tomorrow, would hopefully be better.

Becca let Cale in, and Cale knew as soon as Eliza didn't respond to his texts that she wasn't having a good time. Becca gave him a small smile, "She's in bed. She hasn't gotten out of bed since she left to get coffee." She stated and he nodded, taking off his shoes before heading down the hall. He slowly opened the door to her white box fan on the highest setting, drowning out the world. He saw the dark haired girl sleeping soundly. She looked at peace, something she hadn't felt all day. He stepped in, shutting the door and turned to walk towards the bed when the alarm went off. She profusely tapped her phone trying to turn it off, she sat up and groaned. He could see it on her face, that she was having a shit time. She still hadn't opened her eyes so she didn't know Cale was there. She sighed, trying to get out of bed before she almost being knocked down from her dizziness. Cale dashed over, clutching her to make sure she didn't fall. She opened her eyes, looking towards the figure who had took ahold of her. Her eyes went wide, before frantically trying to get out of his touch to get ready. "Im so sorry, im not ready!" She exclaimed, releasing herself from his grip. She moved swiftly towards the dresser before clutching it so tightly, her knuckles turned white. "Hey, hey. It's ok." He said, hearing her begin to cry. She leaned back into his embrace and cried softly. "Im sorry Cale, I've been trying all day." She declared and he shook his head, "You didn't do anything wrong. There's nothing to apologize for." He said softly, trying not to disturb the girl that much. From what he had read and spoken with Becca, is that being as quiet as possible helped her to pass the spaceness and dizziness. It also helped her to focus on what was in front of her, too much noise or movement didn't help.

"Let's go back to bed." He murmured, walking the girl back to bed. She gratefully laid back down and pulled her comforter up. He kissed her head, promising to be back with some snacks and her coffee she had left in the fridge. He walked out leaving the girl, as she rested her eyes again. "Yeah, she's out of it." He explained to Becca who nodded. "Im glad she has you, Cale. It's not easy seeing her miserable. Im glad that she's comfortable enough to be vulnerable around you. It's a testemant to your character." She hummed in gratitude. "Thanks Becca. That reassures me, that I am in fact not overbearing." He said thankfully and she nodded. "Im gonna head out and meet up with a friend. I'll be back- later." She said nervously before stepping out. Almost like she was keeping a secret. Which she was. So was one of his teammates.

Cale softly knocked, alerting Eliza that he was back. He stepped in, shutting the door and setting the coffee on her nightstand along with her cherished pringles. Cale opened one of her dresser drawer and pulled out a tshirt and sweatpants he had left over here for her. She playfully demanded something of his, and he happily obliged. "You are exhausted honey." He stated and she nodded, as he hopped in bed. "Yeah." She mused sipping her coffee. "I think I overexurted myself yesterday at work. Which now leaves me bedridden." She said as he wrapped his arm around her, and she cuddled into him. He nodded, kissing her forehead. "Its okay Eliza, more than okay. Im not gonna lie, I much prefer a relaxing evening with the playoffs." He mused, trying to comfort her. She nodded, "You did a great job yesterday hun. Im proud of you." She said smiling up at him. He looked down at her and went in to kiss the girl. She smiled even more into the kiss, laying a soft hand on his ever red cheek. She pulled apart, as soon as she felt a jolt in her head. A somewhat dull headache was beginning to form. He could see her visibly cringing and reached into the nightstand next to her to grab a tylenol. "Hmm." She muttered taking it and grabbing her coffee. "I haven't had any all day, ive been too lazy to get it myself and didnt want to bother Becca who was freaking about something tonight. She couldn't stand in one spot for too long." The girl explained, and Cale thought about Nathan. "Nate was acting weird too. None of the guys could figure it out." Cale said casually, and Eliza whipped her head around to look at Cale. His hazel eyes met her blue ones, with curiosity. "You don't think?" he questioned and she profusely shook her had, "Hell no. Not after what he said about me." and he nodded. "He's been weird with me recently, like always trying to talk to me, help me out or let me know he was around if I needed anything." She muttered with confusion, which Cale took notice of. "It's like he kinda gets how somebody would help me or anybody with arthritis." She said before rubbing her hand softly on Cale's arm. "Anywho, I'm seeing Martha tomorrow." she smiled. "You are?" He questioned as she began to perk up a bit. Eliza nodded, "Yeah, her mom is gonna have brunch with us." which Cale took a bit of jealousy too. "Ugh, how dare you not invite me?" He playfully sassed and Eliza giggled. "Oh fine, you may come." She mused, sticking her tongue out. "The guilty invite, ok." He said mischeavously and she grinned. They stared at eachother for a few seconds, because ELiza looked away blushing. Cale smiled, "I love you." He exclaimed for the first time in there relationship. Shore, they both said it playfully and in passing but never with such emotion. Eliza looked down at her comforter for a few seconds before looking up at Cale and meeting his gaze. She smiled widely back, "I love you too Cale." She connected there lips, with force and passion.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Later the next day, Cale and Eliza were walking back to her and Becca's apartment after brunch. They walked out of the elevator seeing the one person Eliza never would have expected to see in her building. Nathan fucking MacKinnon. Becca and Eliza made eye contact as the two were in the doorway. Becca called out for Eliza, as ELiza walked back into the elevator. It closed before Cale could react and walk back in. "What the hell man?" Cale threw at Nate as he continued to press the down button. Nate rushed over trying to explain himself but Cale wasn't taking any of it. "No, I don't want to talk to you and nor does Eliza. That's for sure." Cale boomed towards the two as he turned to take the stairs. Eliza had made it to the garage and sat down at the long stool they had near the elevator. She shut her eyes as she felt tears pool out, clutching her hands to her face. She felt betrayed, her best friend had been seeing the one dude she didn't like. Who commented on her health with no right, and had no idea about her and who she was a person. Cale reached the bottom floor, and Eliza looked up as he neared her. She saw the heavy breathing that he developed and pulled him into a hug. "Please, just take me back to your place. I can't see her right now." and with that they were off.

Becca and Nate bombarded the two's phone throughout the evening, and Eliza knew she had to go home. She knew she had to get ready for tomorrow and relax until she went to bed. "You ready to go back?" Cale asked after they finished eating dinner and Eliza nodded, grudgely. He took ahold of her hand and they walked out of the highrise and made there way down to the parking garage.

Back at the apartment, Becca is on the phone with Nate and they are trying to sort out what happened and what they wanted to do moving forward. "I just don't want to hurt her, and I knew I should of said something after our first date." Becca rambled as she paced back and fourth. The two had met right after Eliza had started working with the team, and she didn't realize that Nate was the Nate that said things about her. "Maybe she'll come around?" Nate asked optomisticallly but Becca shook her head. "She doesn't like you Nate, you know that right?" She said more as a statement and not as a question. Nate knew but he was hoping she was beginning to soften with him. He thought he had been doing the right things, offering her help when she needed it or infact helping her carry things to and from her car. Becca when they first met, and had realized who Nate was was conflicted. She straight up told him she didn't want a relationship but neither of the two could stay away from one another. And thus, Becca told Nate off about the situation and told him some surface information about Eliza. How long she has had it, what she has done to help it. She's done so much behind the scenes, and that made the comments so much more worse. Nate had realized his mistake, and was hoping for a moment alone with Eliza to apologize- again. Hoping, she would accept it. Nate and Becca cared deeply around one another, and hoped she and Cale would come around. In due time, ofcourse.

Eliza unlocked the door, shutting it behind her. She had told Cale, that she would be more than ok to go up by herself. He protested but accepted her wishes and he drove off into the night. Eliza heard Becca crying in her room, but for once, she woudldn't run to her and try to fix things. Eliza was always the one with everybody in her life, trying to 'fix' things first or the one to apologize first. This time around, she truly did nothing wrong. So it was not her job to mend things, Becca would need to come to her. It hurt her no doubt, but she wanted to stay strong to prove a point. Eliza walked into her washroom, washing the day off from her face and threw her hair up in a pineapple. She'd wash it in the morning, and let it air dry. After finishing her skincare routine she returned to her bedroom, and got her pj's on and her clothes ready for tomorrow. After making sure her room was set, she went to make her lunch for the next day. She was in the middle of making a california turkey sandwich when she heard Becca's door open and saw the man she didn't want to see. Rolling her eyes, she turned around to slip the sandwich and the ingredients into the fridge, before moving onto the pantry. She heard the footsteps stop near her and her suspicions were true when she turned around to Nate at the counter. She went on with her pretzels and cut up fruit, hoping he'd just leave. "It's not her fault." He stated and she froze, setting her knife on the counter and looked up to meet his gaze. She put on her family's resting bitch face, before closing her eyes. "What do you mean- not her fault? If I am correct, it takes two to tango dude." She huffed, finishing up her fruit cutting. "I mean, I am the one who pursued her after she said we couldn't date because she found out who I was and what I said." He clarified and Eliza nodded softly, turning back to the fridge to put her fruit in. She turned around and rested her hands on the counter before speaking, "Well she was right. I wouldn't want you two to date also. But here we are." She hissed. He nodded, "If you want to be mad at somebody, be mad at me. Becca didn't do anything wrong." Eliza cut him off, "Wait, but aren't you two dating? Seems like she did do something Nathan." She retailated and he nodded, trying to find the right words. "Now I understand why you've been offering to help me more or talk to me. I knew it was suspicious." She stated and he met her gaze. "Yeah, Becca told me some stuff. Nothing too in depth but enough for me to understand more. I even spoke to Cale-" He stopped as soon as her eyes widened. "I just asked him about you but I promise he had no idea. I swear." He said trying to calm her down.

"He just confirmed a few things for me, that's all. I promise. It gave me an idea of who you are. The real you. Not the one that I heard in passing. Becca showed me who you are, seperate from your arthritis. And I have never been so sorry in my life, I promise. I feel like an ass for saying something without the underlying information. I had no right to comment and was so out of place. You don't need to accept my apology but I know that if I didn't- I'd regret it for the rest of my life. It's not cool to violate the Disability Act of 1990." He explained and Eliza's head cocked to the side, "Let me remind Becca to stop talking." She grinned. Nate felt a sense of relief, maybe she was coming around. Slowly. "Well, you are correct. You did violate the Disability Act but can't technically sue you since I wasn't working with them at the time. But I swear to god, I will turn your world upside down if you ever say anything about me again or hurt Becca. They don't just say that my resting face could kill. Because it can." Eliza mused, giving a small smile. Nathan smiled back, rubbing the back of his neck. "Even though I just said all that, it'll take sometime to get used to the idea of you two being together and your apology. Even though I have dealt with pepople like you my whole life, it's hella different when you work with them and have associations with them. Y'know?" She explained and he nodded, grateful that she would hopefully come around. "Thankyou Eliza, that means so much. And again, I now don't underestimate your capabilites. Nor do I underestimate Becc's at all." He chuckled and Eliza joined in. "Yeah, she can give a beating." She retorted which caused Nate to laugh. "Yeah she tore me a few when she found out about what I said. Knocked me down a few pegs. Which, was totally needed and was very demoralizing." He quipped, causing Eliza to grin. "Well, im sure Cale can detest to that too. Becca gave him an earful one time about something mundane but to her, it was very important for him to know. Since it was about me but I took no offence. It was quite funny to see him with a deer in the headlights look." They both laughed at that, and Becca walked out. Becca was miserble, you could see it all over her face. She had puffy eyes, red cheeks and exhaustion plagued her eyes. She walked up next to Nate, and he wrapped an arm around her back.

Eliza didn't like this, but if Becca was happy- she'd learn to live with it. Becca looked towards Eliza, and to her surprise her best friend did not look away. "I love you B, but this will take sometime." Eliza said honestly, and the sad girl nodded. "Goodnight guys." Eliza mused before walking back into her bedroom. She shut the door, turned on her white box fan and hurried to get under the covers. She texted Cale goodnight, before making her alarm's and medications were ready for her the next morning. Maybe, she should give Nate a new slate. Yet, that would make her seem weak. He had to really work for it, which he began tonight. She sighed, turning over and shut her eyes.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

I hope you guys enjoyed! Please give this a like and reblog...also, only one more chapter left !

Tags: @pierrelucduboiis @fallinallincurls

#cale makar #cale makar m series #nhl #hockey #nhl fic #hockey fic #romance #cale makar fic #fanfiction #Nathan mackinnon

16 notes · View notes