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luveline · 2 years

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losers and the supernatural | steve harrington x reader

summary Steve has a theory about Hawkins being divided into two subsets. You try to work out where you fit within that. [4.5k]

warnings fluff, getting together, confessions, first kiss, mutual pining, pre-s4, no major s4 plot spoilers, gn!reader, shy!reader

Steve isn't how you remember.

In school you'd thought he was a bit of a jerk. A hot jerk with stupid nice hair, but a jerk. It's a surprise to see him uninjured for once, remembering the bruise that had covered his face during your last year of school, a bouquet of yellows and purples, and another surprise to see him at all behind the desk at Family Video.

"Hey," he says, at first sounding hesitant and then with a little more of his familiar bravado, "Y/N, how's it going?"

He leans over the desk on his elbows. You flounder – you hadn't expected to see him.

"Hi." You pull your strappy bag closer to your chest.

"What are you looking for?"

You can feel the heat rising in your cheek, distracted by him. He's more attractive than you remember, his big hand scrubbing over the bottom of his face as he waits patiently for your answer. You've never been good with people, with anyone housing a drop of popularity. You'd depended on weird Keith being here to get through a human interaction without sweating.

"Do you guys have Dressed to Kill?" you ask quietly.

"Sure thing. You want me to get it?"

You nod, chancing a glance at him. He's watching your hands where they abuse the hem of your shirt. You let them fall to your sides.

Steve rounds the desk and starts to where the tape must be hiding, stopping a foot away and making a small motion with his hand for you to follow so you do, the distance between you closing fast.

He smells of a musky cologne, bergamot and citrus hiding under a heavier smell, like sage or lavender, maybe both. It's distracting. You're still breathing him in when he pulls the movie down from its shelf and offers it to you.

The box has a pair of long legs and red heels. It looks pretty provocative. Your hands tremble as you take it from him, your embarrassment rising.

"That the one?"

"I- yeah. Thank you."

"You're welcome." A small silence. "You didn't start college in the fall?"

"No. S'expensive. I'm not, uh, scholarship smart."

He snorts. "Me neither. I haven't seen you around, I thought for sure you would've ditched Hawkins 'soon as school let up."

You tilt your head to the side and smile at him in reflex, confused. "Really?"

"Hundred percent. Are you kidding? Hawkins is full of losers." He shifts and you try desperately to maintain friendly eye contact, only he's crossed his arms and you can see the line of his forearm, the curve of muscle. "Losers and, like, the supernatural." He seems to have said something he didn't want to say, a nervous, lopsided small stretching over his lips. He scratches his cheek. "I'm pretty sure I saw a vampire last week but Robin won't hear it, she says it's just Keith lingering after his shift."

A laugh bubbles out of you, startled at his sense of humour. Keith does look like a vampire. Steve laughs too and smiles at you, something you don't know in the way his eyes darken and his lashes kiss in the corners.

"And Robin, is that your girlfriend?" you ask. Purely conversational, of course.

"No," he says quickly, taking a small step away from you as he shakes his head. "She's my best friend. She works here, when she's not sick."

"Oh. Sorry."

"C'mon, don't be. Do you have a boyfriend?" And, at your giggling, "What, is that funny?" His voice is warm with a light amusement.

"No, I’m not dating anyone."

"Thank god," he says.

You flush from head to toe.

He's smiling and suddenly not, hands flinching towards you. "Not like that- I mean, not not like that- what I meant was, uh, what I said. Losers and the supernatural, you know?"

You don't have a clue what he means and don't know if he's flirting or socially inept as you are, but you know what it's like to bumble around awkwardly and hope the other person will save you.

"Losers and the supernatural," you agree. "Which one are you?"

"A loser," he says, with a huge smile. "Definitely."

You'd paid for the movie and Steve had chatted with you a little bit more, kind and awkward but still undeniably Steve Harrington. He'd spoken offhandedly, said, "You'll have to tell me how the movie is," as you'd been leaving.

It followed you all week. You'd gone home and watched Dressed to Kill that night, then spent days agonising over how to summarise it in a way he would find cool. You knew it was stupid, it was literally his job to be friendly, but you really wanted to impress him.

That in itself felt weird to you. You never expected to feel like this but you knew the feelings you were experiencing marked the beginning of a crush. You couldn't help thinking about the sound of his voice, the earnestness of it. Worse, you were plagued with memories of his shirt sleeves, how they stretched over his bicep as he filled your details into the computer at the front desk, shifting muscle under tan skin.

You hesitated outside of Family Video to check your hair in the window. Through it, you could see that the desk was empty.

You edged open the door slowly and slipped inside making your way to the desk and peering around. Nobody was there, though you heard voices a second later.

Steve, undeniably. "If you could have, like, a modicum of compassion for me, that would be-"

"Modicum. What, have you been reading the fucking dictionary?"

"Says you! You realise normal people don't use the word capricious in everyday chitchat, right? Tell me you know that, Robs."

"And what use is compassion? You're a sinking ship. Crying about it doesn't unsink the Titanic."

"One, that was a tragedy, so get some class. Two, it's not sunk. I fumbled the ball a bit, but it's hardly time to call it quits." A crashing sound and a groan that sets you alight. "Oh, fuck."

Robin laughs very loudly. You could imagine her pointing at him as she does, the sound condescending. "Idiot."

"You're a bad friend."

"Steve," Robin sighs, "maybe the Titanic wasn't the best analogy. And I do feel sorry for you, you're pathetic-"

"Thanks so much."

"-but that doesn't mean it's over. They live in Hawkins. Their options are pretty limited."

"Thank you for your vote of confidence," he says, monotone.

You think maybe it's too late to pretend you aren't here and definitely too late to announce yourself so you don't do either. You pull your headphones from your bag and click play on your cassette and when the Family Video employees finally emerge you take them off like you've been listening to music the whole time.

"Y/N," Steve says, sounding antsy. "How long have you been waiting?"

"Not long," you say. You're being too quiet.

Steve doesn't seem to care. Robin smiles at you, looking almost as deer-in-the-headlights as her colleague but hiding it better.

"I'm gonna go… finish… that thing we were doing. Yep," she says, fleeing to the back room.

Your headphones around your neck, the metallic sounds of Tears for Fears' Songs from the Big Chair, you give the King of Hawkins High a cautious but honest smile. You worry you might pass out when he returns it.

"So? Did you like the movie?" he asks.

You turn to your bag and pull the tape out where it had fit rather snugly. "It was okay. I don't know, I-" you wince. "I wanted to say something cool but, I'm not very good with movies." Your voice rises in pitch as you go.

You hold the tape out. Steve takes it but doesn't take it, both of you with one hand on the box. You almost feel like you've been shocked, staring down at his fingers, his knuckles and his class ring.

"I'm not great with movies, either," he confides. "I know what you're thinking – this jagoff works at Family Video but doesn't know what makes a movie good? What are they paying him for?" he acts out dramatically, a smirk playing on his handsome features as he accepts your tape.

You laugh and he fails to hide a smile as he logs your return.

"What do they pay you for, then?" you ask.

"What do you think? My good looks and charm, duh."

"Here I thought it was for the hair."

His eyes light up. "They should be! You know how much hairspray it takes to style this thing?"

"I can't imagine," you joke with him.

"You don't want to. I'm gonna have to remortgage the house if this carries on."

You hum under your breath and lean across the desk just as the tape switches. Head over Heels plays loudly, your hands inching towards his unthinkingly.

"What are you listening to?" he asks, nodding his head to your headphones.

They're a cheap set with orange foam pads. You pull them over your head and offer them to him bashfully. He's much more confident as he accepts them, pushing them over his hair. You delight in his enthusiasm, at odds with Steve from three years ago, who would've died rather than ruin his immaculate updo, who might not have even looked your way.

He bobs his head along to the song, looking to you as the chorus builds. His lips form a satisfied 'o' and he leans backwards. "Hey," he says, too loud, "this is awesome. What's this song called?"

"Head over Heels," you say, hoping he can read your lips if he can't hear you.

He peels the headset from his ears and gives them back to you, fingertips brushing yours. Pinpricks of heat crawl over your skin.

"Head over Heels?" You nod. "You might not know movies but your music taste is pretty stellar."

"Thanks," you murmur, shy at his praise.

"You ever been upto Indianapolis? They have a lot of live music there."

You rush to answer. "Yes, yeah! Freshman year, AC/DC played the Market Square arena, it was amazing. I've never seen so many people in one place. It felt like all of Hawkins could've fit in there."

"AC/DC? You like rock music?"

If he'd asked a different way you might've lied. He didn't sound judgemental or surprised, only interested.

Your shoulders hike anyway as you answer. "Yeah, I do. More when I was in High School."

"You're cool, Y/N L/N," he says, palms braced on the desk.

You squeeze the headphones in your hands and try not to show how affected you are. "I'm not."

"You are. Too cool for Hawkins."

"Losers and the supernatural," you recall.

His grin is dizzying. "Exactly."

You can't take the intensity of it, of how bright his smile is and how it makes you nervous. You look away from him, eyes scanning the shelves, some half-stocked.

"You caught us on a Monday. Quietest day, so we're rearranging. Or, we should be."

"I'm sorry! Am I keeping you?" You turn back to him quickly.

Steve crosses his arms. "No way. Like I said, quietest day. You're the best part of my week."

He probably doesn't mean it the way you think he does, or if he does he's only joking, you argue with yourself.

He's watching you. "You want help finding another movie?"

He's around the desk and at your side before you can say yes, smelling strongly of that bergamot musk. You sink a little bit further, reckoning that Robin's Titanic analogy was spot on.

Six visits to Family Video later, you're thinking about returning a movie Steve has picked out for you – Sixteen Candles, which you've already seen but lied about so you can listen to him sell it – when you run into him at Bradley's Big Buy.

A cart full of groceries, you feel shocked and then silly. Of course he buys groceries. Everybody buys groceries, and it's imperative that you hide from him in your own grocery outfit - jeans and a paint speckled t-shirt from your Hawkins High days, a gym shirt with your name written across the front in teenage handwriting.

You're so busy hiding you don't hear him approach.

"Hey, Y/N," he says.

You bring your basket to your chest in hopes of hiding your shirt. It doesn't work.

"Nice shirt."

You grimace, about to explain how it's wash day and you don't always dress like an idiot, you swear, but he starts to pull up his hoodie.

You go a bit blind at first, eyes searching the expanse of midriff he exposes greedily moments before he finds the hem of his shirt and pulls it down for you to see. A Hawkins High gym shirt.

"Oh my god," you say.

"Funny coincidence," he says, dropping his hoodie back down. "It looks better on you."

You can't look at him, shy again from his flirting remarks. Your eyes are drawn to his groceries. It's funny how stereotypical it is, TV dinners and chips, ice cream, moon cakes. You raise your brows at him and laugh. His eyes go wide as saucers.

"We're having a movie night. Me and Robin. I swear, I eat like a normal dude. Mostly. Some of the time."

"No, I, I'm not judging. I'm not much better," you say, brandishing your basket at him. Slightly healthier but with a similar abundance of chips.

You go to talk at the same time, eager.

"What movie are you watching?"

"We're renting Alien."

He chuckles and you scratch at your collar.

"You ever seen it?" he asks.

"No, I can't watch scary movies by myself."

"It's… do you maybe wanna come?"

You end up in the passenger seat of Steve's 733i, abashed because you're badly dressed and because he invited you. Heart racing, you take the opportunity to admire his face when he can't see you, his eyes on the road as he drives from Bradley's. It's getting dark, the asphalt slowly blending with the sky as kilometres disappear under the BMW's tyres

"You're sure Robin won't mind?" you ask.

Steve glances at you. "Sure. She gets, like, acute verbal diarrhea around new people but she's the nicest girl I've ever met."

"She wasn't in our classes, was she?"

"No. Robin's still a senior. We met working at Starcourt."

Starcourt is a hard topic to navigate. People died. You decide to manoeuvre around it. "It's lucky you can work together again."

"It's not luck. She made me take a movie crash course before we applied, and when Keith didn't seem so taken with me she convinced him."

"She must really like you, Harrington."

He looks very thoughtful, inclining his head towards you though he doesn't turn, eyes on the road diligently. "She's a really good friend. I liked her…" he grasps for words, "as more than a friend. But she didn't like me back."

"I'm sorry," you say.

You can't mistake the look he gives you when he does turn, quick but undeniable. "Don't be," he says seriously, his eyes searching as they take in your face. "It never would've worked between us."

You smile at your knees. "No?"

"Nope," he confirms.

You infer something ridiculous; that it couldn't have worked because he seems to like you.

You pull up outside his house and find Robin waiting on the stoop.

"Where have you been? It's about two degrees from the ninth circle out here! I'm at risk of pneumonia."

"The ninth circle?" you ask Steve quietly, trudging down the driveway besides him.

"It's from that book, Dante's Inferno?" he tells you gently. "Slow your roll, Buckley! I was getting the goods."

Robin sees you, looks between you and Steve with wide eyes, and gifts you an uneasy smile, enigmatic in its awkwardness.

"Hi."

"Hi," you say back, wishing you'd worn a jacket.

"When you say goods, I trust you mean candy, right? Not just your- L/N," she finishes, cringing.

You don't know what she meant to say. Steve reaches between you in what you know is the first time he's ever touched you to squeeze your arm lightly before he pulls his keys from his pocket to unlock the door.

"Yeah, I got your candy. You're eating me out of house and home," he scolds.

Your ears are roaring so loud you almost miss her reply. "I'd need to eat more than a bowl of chips to do that, Steve. You live in a mansion, in case you forgot."

He scoffs. "Shut up."

The door opens. Steve dumps the bag of groceries swinging from the crook of his arm at the threshold to toe out of his shoes and jacket and you follow suit, embarrassed further by your mismatched ankle socks.

Robin gives you a look that says, get a load of this guy. "We're not all living it large. Some of us have, like, a wardrobe for a bedroom."

"Buckley."

She holds her hands up in surrender. "Just saying. I don't think your enabling of my sweet tooth is gonna put you out."

Steve gives you a look of his own as you follow Robin into the Harrington living room. He rolls his eyes good naturedly at her and you press your lips together to stop from laughing as he flicks on the lights and puts the tape in the TV. You stand awkwardly in the doorway as Robin throws herself down onto the sofa, a pint of melting ice cream in her hand.

"Steve, get the spoons?" she asks hopefully.

Steve sighs, a noise only the long-suffering can make.

"Hey," he says as he walks past, shoulder almost touching yours, the gap filled with a white hot electricity you're sure he must feel too. "Go sit down, make yourself comfortable."

You sit at the opposite end from Robin. She's already wriggling down onto her back, kicking her feet up onto the coffee table in a practised routine.

She turns her head slowly, like she can feel your gaze, and scrambles to fill the silence.

"Steve really likes you, you know?" she says, then something goes dead behind her eyes. She mumbles to herself, then grimaces at you with two rows of perfect teeth. "He thinks you're cool. I think you're cool too, obviously, too cool for Steve."

"Steve is cool," you deny without any real heat.

"Are you kidding? Steve is the opposite of cool. He cries at the end of every movie, he keeps his Scoops uniform at the bottom of his closet. He wears a shower cap."

You shake your head at her. Those are the kind of things that make him cool.

She rolls her head forward and shrugs, slinking down even further with the ice cream balanced on her chest. The movie previews can't be far from over as Steve returns with two spoons, passing one to Robin and one to you.

"It's your loss," Robin says as Steve sits in the middle of the couch and passes you the second pint of ice cream. She says it softly, like she knows it's not a loss at all.

"Steve, what about-" you, you try to say.

"You have it. I don't like rocky road," he interrupts encouragingly.

You peek at Robin and she's shaking her head vehemently, as if to say, that's not true. When Steve turns to her she acts as if nothing happened.

The movie plays. Robin makes quick work of her ice cream, an entire bag of chips and upwards of three moon cakes. You're in awe, your attention captured by her rather than the film. Steve has slowly deflated next to you, his arm brushing yours, the fabric of his hoodie soft against your bare skin.

You flinch as the alien baby bursts from Kane's chest on screen, edging closer to Steve without meaning to. He pushes his shoulder into yours, chin dipping back. "Oh, gross," he says excitedly.

"How do they make the corn syrup blood look so real?" you ask quietly.

"They must dye it with something. The chunks of his chest, that's disgusting."

Robin agrees, evidently, because she throws a hand over her mouth and leaps to her feet. You and Steve hear the firm click of the bathroom door and the awful echo of her retching as she loses her snack feast.

"Fuck, I'll go check on her. Pause the movie?" he asks. You nod. He clasps your shoulder thankfully and leaves the room.

Steve returns a little while later. You're ramrod straight on the edge of his couch, hand on your shoulder trying to feel where he'd just touched you, though you quickly stop. He throws himself down next to you roughly, his thigh to your thigh and sinking down. You lean over him.

"What happened?"

"She ate too much and Kane's explosion messed her up. Gonna sleep it off upstairs."

"But she's okay?" you ask, concerned.

He raises a hand like he's going to touch your face but thinks better of it. It falls to his chest. "She's fine. Don't worry, I set her up with a bucket and Rocky Horror."

"You have a TV in your room?"

Steve chuckles. "That's what you got from all that?"

"Robin's right. You're loaded."

"I'm not loaded. My dad's pretty comfortable." He pouts just slightly. "You wanna finish the movie?"

"Yeah."

You pass him the remote and he dutifully unpauses. It plays for only a few minutes before you want to talk to him again.

"Would you kill the baby alien?" you ask.

"Definitely."

"It's a baby." .

He looks at you skeptically. "A baby that's gonna grow up. Trust me, it might look cute when it's not eating through your diaphragm, but that's what it wants you to think. Soon enough it'll be the size of a city rat and murdering your house pets."

"You sound like you have experience with this."

You think it's cute, how passionate he sounds, his enthused hypothetical. Steve ruffles his hair, scratching at his scalp lightly, his watch strap tugging at soft strands. He hisses and you reach forward to untangle a piece of hair from the clasp, holding very still as you do, your fingers methodical. You flatten his hair, combing the mess back into place.

"Thanks," he says slowly, his eyes on your lips.

You lower your trembling hand. "Don't mention it."

The two of you turn resolutely to the TV. Your face burns, your chest burns worse, and you demean yourself for thinking that Steve might kiss you.

"Robin said-" you start.

"I was wondering-" Steve tries simultaneously.

"You go," you tell him.

He narrows his eyes.

"What did Robin tell you?" Steve asks. You bite your lips until he sighs, faux forlorn. "I was only wondering… I mean. This might be a bad time to ask, but I wanted to ask you out on a date."

"A date?" you repeat, looking for a response and coming up empty.

"Right, like. Dinner? Enzo's." Your eyes blow wide and he scrambles, "Or not! We can go anywhere. Fucking McDonald's, if you wanted."

"Robin said you liked me," you say, breathless.

"Yeah, well she's a snake," he says snarkily.

"You like me?" you ask. Maybe it's not tasteful to beg for a confession, but you need to know.

"I did just ask you on a date."

You sit back and Steve gets up from his slouching.

"You're, like, the coolest person I've ever met. You're adorable, and you have a killer taste in music."

You've forgotten how to speak. Steve takes this the wrong way, brown hair falling into his eyes, the light from the TV painting his skin a pale green, then blown white like a photograph with the exposure too high.

"I get it, if you don't want to. I work at Family Video, I flunked school. I couldn't get into community college, so I-" he presses his lips together, his tone light, "I'm a total loser," he says, "oh my god. And I'm still talking."

"Steve," you say, pressing your palm into his thigh to gather his attention. "You're not a loser."

"I'm not the supernatural," he says.

"I don't know. You could be a vampire," you tease. "And anyways, this mould you've built for Hawkins is insane. Loser, supernatural. Which one would I be?" you ask curiously, fingers flexing over his thigh.

He covers your hand with his. You both look down to watch as he rubs his thumb over your knuckles, then wraps his fingers around yours.

"Supernatural," he says, too smug, you know he's about to say something corny. "There's something supernatural about those eyes, baby."

You laugh so hard it catches you off guard, choking on them. "What! Steve, how long have you been holding onto that one?"

"I just thought of it," he says.

"I can tell! That was awful, you really-"

"Can I kiss you?"

Your giggles fade. Your heart rockets in your chest. Steve's free hand finds your arm, teasing the hem of your sleeve, his eyes watching you carefully. They're so brown his pupils melt into the irises.

"Please?" he asks.

You nod without saying anything.

His long fingers push under your sleeve, spread out across your skin. He warms where he touches, squeezing the dough of your arm gently as he pulls you closer. His now familiar cologne hits you all at once and you're filled with a want to be closer, ducking in as he closes the gap between you and kisses you sweetly.

You steal your hand from under his to reach for him, hands smoothing over the hill and curve of his shoulders to meet behind his neck, brushing through his downy soft hair.

Steve covets your face, lips lifting away to realign and reignite a wave of firecrackers under your skin, firm as his lips part ever so slightly. He tastes like soda. It makes you giggle, a huff against his smiling lips.

He pulls away, the bottom of his palm touching your jaw but his fingers hovering over your skin, stroking the skin under your eye with the tip of his index finger so lightly it tickles.

Your eyes drift closed as he brushes against your eyelashes.

"You're really pretty," he murmurs.

He takes your face in both hands and kisses the well under your eye. You hold your breath, tummy churning with butterflies at the feeling of his warm lips on your delicate skin.

When he pulls away you're quick to take back your hands. He's less so, one big palm cupping your neck and the other rubbing a line down your arm until he finds your fingers, twining them together with his as he gives you what must be a cheek-aching smile.

"I think I'd like to go to Enzo's," you say shyly.

"Yeah?" he asks, leaning back in.

"Yeah," you say, your response quickly smothered by his lips.

You can feel his smile.

You were right about Steve being a vampire – you find out soon enough that he likes to bite. Your lips, gently, and your neck, less so.

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sluttywonwoo · 11 months

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liquid lust || l.mh

pairing: lee minho x female reader

summary: alcohol is the world’s best known aphrodisiac

warnings: swearing, alcohol, smut (mdni), drunk sex, sub!minho

word count: 1k

“you look drunk.”

“i am drunk.”

you snort. “huh, figures.”

minho pouts and reaches for you as you pass the couch. he manages to catch onto your shirt and yanks on it to prevent you from walking away from him.

you groan and spin on your heels to face him.

“if you stretched this out i swear to god-”

“you’ll what?” minho challenges, raising an eyebrow. he smirks, tongue peeking out of his mouth. “punish me?”

“i might.”

“oh, yeah? then what are you waiting for?”

“you’re drunk.”

“we’ve already established that.”

“minho…”

“come on, you know alcohol goes straight to my dick,” he whines. “i’ve been waiting for you to come home from girls’ night all night. i thought you’d also be tipsy after being out with them so i wanted to join.”

“it’s starting to wear off,” you admit with a sigh. “do you really want me to take a shot or something so that we can fuck?”

“unless you’ll sit on my face right now.”

“i think you know the answer to that.”

two shots of tequila later, you’re making out with your boyfriend on the very couch he’d been sitting on since you walked through the door.

it’s messy, you now more drunk than him, and you can’t seem to control the movement of your tongue. he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest. in fact, he seems to be enjoying it very much.

minho chuckles into your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip. then he’s pawing at your shirt again, this time trying to get it off. you have to stop kissing him in order for him to do that but when he tries to pull away from you, you stubbornly follow, chasing his lips with your own.

“baby,” he tries, mumbling incoherently against you. “need to get this off.”

you relent when he bites your lip a little harder, and take your shirt off yourself just to be petty. he narrows his eyes at you.

“brat.”

“wasn’t done kissing you,” is all you say back. “besides, i thought i was going to be in charge tonight.”

“oh is that so?” minho asks. “i don’t recall.”

“i’m supposed to be punishing you,” you mutter, pushing yourself further away from him. you need to need the physical distance in order to organize all of your thoughts. otherwise, his mere existence will distract you again.

“ah, right. oops.”

you glare at him. “oops?”

“yeah, i mean it’s not my fault you’re all over me. i’d want to submit to me too.”

“take your pants off.”

“fuck yes,” minho groans, jumping to his feet.

you’d laugh at his eagerness if you weren’t knowingly playing right into his hand. he’s way too cocky for his own good but goddamn if it doesn’t turn you on even more.

he’s completely naked before you can utter another word. you didn’t even ask for him to take his underwear off, but oh well. saves time.

minho eyes you expectantly, hungry gaze traveling from your face to your own pants.

“are you going to take those off?” he asks.

you pretend to think about it. “maybe.”

he frowns.

“patience, baby. let me have my fun with you.” his shoulders sag with disappointment. “this is supposed to be a punishment, after all.”

unfortunately, you’re not that patient either— especially when you’re tipsy. you only make him wait for a few beats before you’re unbuttoning your jeans with a sigh and yanking them down your legs.

“lay back on the couch.”

he complies wordlessly this time, draping himself over your sofa with his arm slung over the back of it.

“i’m going to ride you now,” you tell him. the look on his face is victorious, like he’s won. like he’s getting exactly what he wants. he knows just how horny you get when you’re drunk so he likely thinks you’ve just brushed over the teasing part and moved right on to the good stuff. but then you break the news to him. “but don’t cum.”

minho’s smirk falls. “wh-what?”

“you heard me.”

“but-”

“whining is only going to make me meaner,” you warn him. “you should be thankful i’m giving you anything at all.”

“you’re right,” he mumbles as you sink down onto his cock. “i’m s-sorry. thank you.”

“you’re welcome, my love. look so pretty under me, have i ever told you that?”

he nods shyly, pieces of hair falling into his eyes. it’s been getting long these days and to say you’re obsessed with it would be an understatement.

you brush it out of his face for him and kiss his forehead before starting to bounce yourself on his lap.

“you deserve to hear it all the time, pretty boy.”

minho blinks lazily up at you, lips parting in that half-smirk of his. his cheeks are tinged pink, the blush probably the result of both the alcohol and the compliments.

you push your chest to his, practically laying on top of him, so that you can kiss his neck. he moans softly in your ear and rolls his hips into yours in response.

“feel good?”

“too good,” he admits breathlessly. “not gonna last.”

“but you have to, minho.”

your condescending tone isn’t doing anything to help your boyfriend stave off his orgasm and you know that. in fact, you were kind of counting on it.

he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to hold off. “i can’t, it’s coming.”

“i gave you one rule,” you sigh, still rocking yourself on top of him.

“i know,” he cries. “i know, i’m sorry!”

he cums hard, hands gripping your hips so tight you think you’ll bruise. you’re honestly not far behind him, alcohol always helps speed up the process, but you pretend to hold it together for the sake of making a point.

“i bet you’re sensitive now, huh?”

he whimpers. “it hurts…”

“that’s too bad.”

he shudders, hands still attached to your hips. “please… let me eat my cum out of you— make you cum with my tongue instead.”

“maybe after i cum on your cock.”

minho gulps, eyes pleading. “no, baby, please… i can’t.”

“you can. i know you can. if you want me to stop you know what to say.” a moment passes. minho is silent. “that’s what i thought.”

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melodygatesauthor · 1 year

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What Did You Say? - Part 2 (Steven)

Steven Grant X f!Reader

Part 1 (Marc) - Part 3 (Jake)

There's an anon who came into my inbox asking for a part 2 and 3 of What Did You Say? - Marc drabble so I decided to do it. I had already sort of wanted to so it works! Original ask by @moonknightly

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, light bondage, jealous Steven, rough sex, pussy slapping, p in v creampie, dirty talk, Steven has an attitude, dacryphilia

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You were right, you were in for a long night of jealousy ridden sex with both Steven and Jake after Marc had tried to put you in your place earlier. Marc had taunted them, and they were watching from the headspace, just chomping at the bit to get you all to themselves. Steven went first. Jake was being, naturally, very, very patient.

“Don’t like what you were sayin’, love.” Steven said coldly when he was fronting.

You looked at him with surprise, not being used to hearing him talk to you like that.

“I just needed someone to take charge Steven, I had a rough day. You don’t have to take it too personal, baby.” You pressed a hand to his bare chest. Marc hadn’t put clothes back on before the switch.

Steven snatched your wrist tightly, “you think I can’t be rough? I know it’s not my specialty but darling…I thought you knew me better than that.”

Steven grabbed your jaw in his free hand and pulled you in for a bruising kiss. His tongue tangled with yours, melting your mouths over and over. He moaned deeply, before separating you and dragging his fingers around your throat.

“S’not Marc or Jake I want you callin’ when you’ve had a tough day, yeah? You can ask for me next time, dove, I know what you need.” His tone was dark. “Go on then, you want it rough? Get on the bed.”

Steven grabbed some patterned ties from the closet while you crawled onto the mattress obediently. You found that your hands were shaking a little from the uncertainty. Steven didn’t normally act like this. You also didn’t normally voice your need for a rough fucking so loudly. He ordered you to behave while he walked over to the bed and brought your knees to your ears, and tied each wrist to each ankle, putting you in a position to be completely open for him.

“Steven, I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“

“Yeah, you’re sorry now love, just need to remind you that there’s three of us yeah? And we all know how to give you what you need.”

You were in a position that had your legs spread and pussy on display for him. Steven crawled onto the bed in front of you, licked his thick fingers and slapped your lips harshly. You winced and hissed. You’d never seen him like this. If this was what Steven was like when he was jealous, you were even more afraid of what would happen when Jake came in.

He spit on your cunt. You felt the saliva trickle down over your tight ring of muscle. You bit your lip, desperate for whatever he was going to give you.

“Are you just going to tease me all night?”

“You’ve got an awful smart mouth don’t you? Need me to tie that up too?” Steven looked at you, waiting for your answer.

“No,” you said breathlessly, “I just want you Steven, please.”

He slapped your cunt again, to which you let out a whimpering cry. Steven’s eyes became heavy with lust. You knew just what to say to get to him. He slid his finger between your folds, gliding it through the juices that had collected there. You couldn’t move to arch your hips into him, you were completely at his mercy.

After what felt like hours of teasing - really only a few short minutes - Steven finally angled himself over you, dragging the length of his shaft between your lips. You groaned when the ridge of his fat tip brushed over your swollen clit. He bit his bottom lip and looked at you. Steven pushed his thick cock into you, slamming his hips flush against your body. You gasped, feeling the length hit you deeper than ever thanks to the new position you were in.

“There you go, love.” He had his arms reaching around your hips so they could grab your waist tightly. “Don’t tell me I can’t give you what you need, s’not true at all, you just never asked did you?”

“N-no I didn’t.” You felt a tear trickle down the side of your face from the overstimulation.

“No you didn’t. How’s it feel? Feels good, yeah? Tell me it feels good, and don’t you dare lie, I can see it on your face.”

“Yes Steven! It-feels-oh my God-it-“

“Come on! I’m just as rough as you need me to be right? Just like the other two? Say it, say I’m just what you need.” Steven was thrusting so harshly, grunting between his words.

“Y-you’re…oh, Steven…you’re j-just-“

“Can’t even talk can you? Never seen Jake or Marc have you stuttering like that.” Steven, for once, had a cocky look on his face that was usually only reserved for Jake.

“S-so good!” You cried out. “It’s so good.”

Your cries were primal while he continued to slam into you harder and harder. You weren’t even saying it for the sake of his ego. Steven was relentlessly fucking you to tears, and he was only getting more rough as time went on. His hands were undoubtedly going to leave a mark with how tightly he held onto your sides.

“Jake’s buzzin’ around now, he’s gonna get you good too love, you shouldn’t have said all that.”

You gasped and cried out when Steven angled himself to reach deeper. You felt like he was close to rearranging all your organs.

“Just wanted-shit-wanted Marc to fuck me harder Steven, I’m sorry!” You squeezed your eyes shut tightly.

“No, no, no, you open your pretty eyes now. Want you to look at me when I make you come darling.”

Within a moment, Steven was plunging in for one final thrust, deep into your core while his cock pumped his hot spend into you. Your walls gushed around him, squeezing tight, milking him dry. Steven’s groans were rough, primal, and like honey to your ears. He’d succeeded, making it near impossible for you to walk right when he’d finally untied you.

“There you go love, let’s see what Jake’s got for you. Maybe next time you’ll think before talking to us like that, yeah?”

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dirtyvulture · 1 year

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GP!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by Ice Bear anon 🐻‍❄️: ok so i have a couple of requests because i have a couple of kinks but here is the first one and the one i probably like the most ... fem!reader has been wearing a skirt that's way too short and teased gp!nat the whole day. nat can't take it any more and drags her to their room to fuck reader's incredibly wet pussy from behind while she is still wearing the little skirt. Nat fucks her good and hard and readers asks for Nat to come inside of her.

lots of dirty talking as it's probably my favorite thing (slut-shaming kink, praise kink) and nat getting more and more aroused with reader's beautiful moans. And if reader can squirt and nat being really proud of it that'd be amazing!

Sorry if it's super detailed and super dirty but i know i can trust the GOD OF LUST to make an incredible work with this .. obviously if you want to and if the request is okay :)obviously anonymous because i don't want to expose myself that much,

AN: Thanks for being patient, Ice Bear. 😘

“Watch, I can make this shot,” Natasha says, balling up the scrap piece of paper and launching it with a flick of her wrist towards the garbage can. The paper bounces off the rim and lands on the floor.

“Well, it’s obvious why you never became a basketball player,” you say, walking over to pick up the paper. You bend over, and your already too-short skirt rides up the rest of the distance to show off that you’re completely exposed.

Natasha’s eyes widen and she grips the armrest of her chair so hard there is a crack from the supports.

You turn to face her, noticing her death grip on the armrests. “You okay, baby?”

“No,” she says, clearly strained. “Because you’ve done nothing but tease me all day.”

“What do you mean?” You play stupid, putting a hand on your hip and cocking it out to the side innocently.

“Wearing that skirt...with nothing underneath,” Natasha growls, her voice deepening and you feel a jolt of arousal strike your core. “Do you think I have the discipline of a monk?” She gets out of the chair, looming over you. “Because I don’t, and now I’m going to fuck you like the dirty little slut you are.”

You don’t even have time to protest when Natasha scoops you up, marching out of her office and across the hall to your bedroom. She tosses you lightly onto the bed and you roll onto your stomach, purposely lifting your butt high into the air to show off.

Something that can only be described as animalistic snarl fills the air, and Natasha’s hands wrap around your waist, holding you in place as she glides her cock through your wet folds.

“You’re practically already cumming for me,” Natasha says, hissing when her head bumps your entrance. You whine when she doesn’t slide in, pulling her cock back to slap against your butt teasingly.

“You make me so wet, Nat,” you pant, looking over your shoulder to see her humping against your butt. “You want to fuck me until I can’t walk?”

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t move,” Natasha promises, and you feel your core throb at the prospect.

“Please, baby. I need you inside,” you beg, hating the way you clench around nothing when Natasha’s cock is so close. As much as she makes you feel good, you love returning the favor and you know how good you can make her feel too.

“You’re such a slut for my cock,” Natasha says, barely restraining herself from entering you. “Are you gonna let me cum inside of you like the good girl you are?”

“Yes, yes!” you emphasize, your head spinning, ready to obey any of her demands tonight.

“Don’t let me down.”

She slides into you, and the fullness makes your stomach (literally) bottom out. You fist the sheets of the bed, moaning as Natasha stills inside of you for a few seconds. The way you clamp and squeeze around her cock has her throbbing already, making her a little hesitant with how long she’ll be able to last, but once she starts rocking her hips, she knows it’ll be a race to see who will cum first.

“Oh, fuck, Nat. Faster. Faster please,” you moan, already feeling you’re going to collapse under her.

Natasha picks up the pace, grabbing onto a handful of your hair to pull your head back so she can grunt in your ear. “Like this, slut?” she says, punctuating each word with a rough thrust of her hips. “You like being fucked like this?”

You nod, too breathless to speak. Another moan rips out of your chest when Natasha slaps your butt.

“You’re so big,” you gasp, your walls spastically milking her cock and Natasha’s eyes roll to the back of her head.

“But you’re taking me so well,” Natasha says, her nails digging harder into your hips to hold you steady. The bed shakes, the headboard knocking against the wall with each one of Natasha’s powerful thrusts. Your arms and legs quiver; you don’t know how much longer you’ll even be able to hold yourself up with your girlfriend filling you so well.

Every time you moan, Natasha swears her cock gets harder. She’s almost the point of bursting, but senses that you’re a little behind, so she presses her front to your back, reaching around your hip to rub your clit every time she pushes her entire length into you.

You let out a strangled scream, the stimulation reaching the point of being too overwhelming.

“Fuck Nat, fuck Nat, I can’t take it--” you plead, trying to swat her hand away.

“You’re almost there, baby. Let me help you get there.”

“You better cum inside me,” you demand. “Make me pregnant, Nat.”

“I...okay,” Natasha grunts, knowing better than to disobey you. She thrusts a few more times, harder and faster, and feels the coil in her stomach start to unravel.

“Nat...oh God, oh God...” Your orgasm seizes you and you can’t move as your vision goes white and slickness floods between your legs. Natasha feels you tighten around her so much she can’t even move anymore. She explodes, and you feel the pulsing of her cock every time she shoots her cum into your womb.

Something wet covers Natasha’s hand as she pulls it away, and she smiles when she realizes you’ve cum so hard you squirted all over her.

“It’s okay, baby. That’s my good girl,” she soothes, massaging your lower back. She pulls out when you’re loose enough and you collapse on your stomach, completely spent. Natasha lays next to you, wrapping her arms around you and holding you against her chest.

“That felt amazing, Nat,” you finally find the words to say when you catch your breath.

“I know. You squirted on my hand,” she says, and you feel your cheeks redden. “Don’t be ashamed, baby. That means it was a really good one.” You duck your head to hide against her neck. “You want me to give you another good one?”

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mingisdoll · 28 days

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To Love a Siren

Includes: mentions of sexual activity, afab!witch!reader, siren!Yeosang, angst with a fluffy ending, cursing, yelling, drabble based off a song titled Shouldn't Couldn't Wouldn't by NIKI & Rich Brian. We need more siren Yeo in our lives lol

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Thank you to @minkilicious for proofreading and shout out to my mother @itsnotmydejavu and my fellow moot @bethelighthalazia

You were in his bed. Again. Your sisters told you to stay away from him yet you couldn’t. You even had Hook stand guard for you every time you did something mundane like go to the grocery store or help Henry with his homework. However, you fell too deep into his trap and there was no way you could escape his clutches.

I’m talking about the deadliest siren known to all of mankind.

Kang Yeosang.

He had brown hair, a unique birthmark on the side of his right eye, irises red as blood, and silver scales that littered his body. He was known for having the smoothest and deepest voice out of all of sirenkind. The sickly sweet honey vocals would lure even the most intelligent pirate to the bottom of the sea and they wouldn’t even know they had died until they found themselves in the Underworld.

How were you involved in all of this? Well it started back when you were on a mission to gather some things from Skull Rock. Meaning you had to go through. Meaning you had to go through the rambunctious group of Lost Boys who stayed when you captured Peter Pan.

From there, you spiralled downwards. You wanted to unravel the mystery that was the beauty behind the siren. However, you made a pact. A pact that you slowly started to regret. Why? You broke the number one rule when you first started sleeping with him. It was the most crucial rule you guys had yet you went and broke it away.

You fell in love with him.

Little did you know

He fell in love with you too

Due to his siren nature however, it ruined everything.

You were arguing with him earlier over God knows what. Perhaps it’s the bottled up feelings spilling over at once. Or maybe it was pent up frustration. Either way, you were screaming each other’s heads off.

“YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME!”

“OH REALLY?! THEN EXPLAIN HOW I GOT YOUR BAD HABITS ALL MEMORIZED!”

“WHAT BAD HABITS?!”

“WHEN I KNOW YOU NEED ME MOST, YOU GO AND SHUT ME OUT! I figured though since you’re a damn Gemini.”

Yeosang rolled his eyes and looked down at you, crossing his buff arms that somehow made his scales shimmer even now. Perhaps it was the sunlight reflecting off his beautifully milk and honey mixed skin.

“That doesn’t mean shit though. Stop acting like you know all the answers to everything.”

“I’m not saying I got all of the answers though. But oh boy have I been in love before.”

“Ok and? Your point?”

At this point, you grabbed his hand, to which he flinched. He wasn’t expecting you to step closer to him, let alone grab his hand. You truly must be brave in order to do that.

“It’s not always peachy. Life ain’t that easy, Yeosang. Believe me. But one thing I know for sure is it shouldn’t be this hard. Sure you couldn’t dtr (define the relationship) and you’re thinking ‘Wouldn’t it be nice if we could stay friends?’ right?”

“Yeah. But I know we shouldn’t. We’re too deep into this… thing we have with each other.”

“Exactly. You know what?”

“What?”

“If I had your heart, it wouldn’t be this hard.”

Yeosang sighed and pulled you into a long needed hug. You could smell the rum off his breath and you sighed. You figured he would drink before a serious talk like this since he needed the confidence boost. After all, being a siren isn’t easy.

“Is that why you acted so indifferent the last time we saw each other?”

“Yes.”

“You do realize that it was a bit too much right?”

He tried to joke about it, but you glared at him and he sighed, apologizing quietly for the poorly timed joke. Clearly, he didn’t understand still yet you remained patient since he was still learning.

“Is there anything else I said that pissed you off?”

“It’s not anything you said. Rather… it’s everything you didn’t.”

“Oh? How so?”

“You always answer my questions with more questions. Tell me. Are you scared?”

“Honestly? Yeah. We’re not always peachy, you know. We fuck like we hate each other when obviously, we don’t. We’re just clueless. Well… I’m just clueless.”

You giggled at his statement and Yeosang felt his heart swell with adoration at the sight. Perhaps he could try to love you in the way you truly deserved. After all, you saved him from the throes of Neverland.

“I drank too much tonight. I’m looking to get it out of my system.”

“Well, I’m here, loverboy. Let’s establish something once and for all.”

“You know I’m not one for titles, especially that one. Maybe I’m terrified.”

“Why is that?”

Yeosang leaned down and kissed your neck, his fangs lightly scraping your skin. You moaned quietly and you felt him smirk against your skin. Like you with his bad habits, he memorized all your spots that made you grow weak.

“I wil admit. That pussy kicked my rules out the door.”

He then swept you up in his arms and led you into his room, where you got lost in each other’s touches and were drunk off of each other’s lips. As Yeosang’s hands skimmed all over your body, you heard your phone ping.

“I could take more shots or I can take you off your blouse.”

“Do the latter.”

Yeosang smirked and ripped your blouse in half. You whined and he shushed you with a scaled finger pressed against your lips. He then slowly inserted two of them into your mouth and you sucked on them happily. He then took off your pants and groaned at the wetness seeping from your panties.

“Normally, when we were actually fucking instead of talking and… well in the process of making love, my favorite part is either when I’m done or when you’re walking out of my house. However, I realize that I don’t want that.”

He then sat on the bed and brought you into his arms. You were shocked by the gentleness of his movements and when you stared into his eyes, they weren’t their normal red. They lightened into a softer shade of pink. He tilted his head and explained some more.

“The next time I call you, you better pick up. From now on, I’m calling you mine. I want to show you off to everyone and prove to your sisters that even though I’m a siren, I can love like a human.”

At the end, he could dtr. It wasn’t hard but it also wasn’t easy. Wouldn’t it have been nice if they stayed friends? Yes but…

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dreamsclock · 1 year

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“So let me get this straight,” Techno deadpans, face perfectly straight, “you’re layin’ eggs.”

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Dream scowls. Under the glare and the shadow of his mask, his face is flushed. “Look,” he says, “I’m not— I didn’t even want to tell you. But–”

“But you did,” Philza jumps in, bemused, “I don’t really get why, though.”

If looks could kill, both members of the Syndicate would be dead thrice over. Instead, they remain unaffected as Dream’s cheeks turn warm enough to fry an egg – bad choice of words, Techno thinks, all things considered. He sure hopes Dream doesn’t actually fry his eggs: he really doesn’t want to get into the logistics of egg-infanticide with his dubious ally-turned-bestie.

Said bestie, however, is pulling out a clutch of eggs he holds protectively to his chest as if he expects Techno and Philza to snatch them away and begin jumping on them in malicious glee. When Philza moves closer in curiosity, Dream has a sword out before either of them can blink, unwavering and firm.

Philza raises his hands in surrender and lets out a little clucking noise. Techno thinks it’s supposed to be soothing. It sort of just sounds like a chicken. “Easy, mate,” he reassures, “I’m just looking. They’re pretty.”

“Obviously,” Dream says, half-preening, “they're mine.”

And they are pretty, Techno supposes, not that he cares much about eggs. They’re pale green and freckled with darker shades, five of them huddled in Dream’s arms. It’s impossible to tell what will hatch from them, though he sure isn’t thinking too hard about it. He’ll find out in due time, probably: one of them already has feather-light cracks speckling its side, while the others are pristine, unmoving.

…He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Dream so proud and protective over something of his before. He can’t decide if this is positive character development or not.

“I… wanted you guys to… like, hold onto them for me. For now.” Dream looks uncertain, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. In the pale light of the snow, his face is pale and drawn. “I will… come and get them. After tomorrow is over.”

“You mean the shit you’re pulling with Tommy.” Philza surmises, his expression flattening and tightening just slightly. He’s not forgotten the state Tommy had come to them in after exile: neither has Techno, who notices the way Dream’s shoulders straighten and his face grows deliberately impassive, when Philza’s anger makes itself known in the shape of one ruffling wing. “That’s tomorrow, isn’t it?”

“...Yeah, it is.” Dream allows, and says nothing more about his plans or his thoughts on the matter. Instead, he very gently and very carefully wraps the eggs in a blanket, swaddling the five of them so that only the tips of them are visible, before handing them over to Techno. His expression tightens into one of wistful yearning for a fraction of a second, before it disappears entirely behind that white porcelain mask. “I can’t take them with me, and… I don’t have any other allies. So. You know. We’re not exactly friends, but… I can pay you for it.”

Techno wants, for a wild moment, to pry the mask from his face and unearth Dream’s feelings about the eggs. His kids, he supposes.

He doesn’t do anything so lame or uncharacteristic. Rather than that, he accepts the bundle of eggs, handling them carefully, and– oh god, he cringes when one of them wiggles inquisitively. They’re warmer than he’d thought, thrumming with a quiet energy he faintly recognizes from the deepest, most inner parts of the server: which makes sense, considering they’re eggs from the admin of the SMP. Expecting anything less than slightly magical is dumb.

The aforementioned admin of the SMP shifts from foot to foot. He looks like he might grab the eggs back and make a run for it.

Taking pity on him, Techno clasps the bundle a little more securely, and offers his ally a firm nod and shrug. “Ehh, don’t worry about paying,” he says easily, “I just re-retired. I could do with somethin’ occupying my time. Even if it is five eggs.”

Philza squawks a laugh. “Never took you for a babysitter,” he teases, even as Dream relaxes fractionally, “what a career change. Never would’ve expected it.”

Techno shoots his friend a mock-glare. “I’ll have you know I have the credentials,” he says, haughtily, “you should’ve seen me before the Empire, Phil. You should’ve seen me. I was the pinnacle of babysitting, man. The pinnacle.”

“I bet.”

Dream whispers to you: so you’ll look after them for me??

When he turns to Dream, the man isn’t looking at him. He’s toying with the edge of his cloak, gloved fingers thin and shallow, and that’s when Techno realizes with a terrible clarity that Dream doesn’t plan on coming back for a long, long time.

His grip on the eggs tighten.

He’s hardly paternal, but he is loyal, to a fault.

You whisper to Dream: you have my word

And when Dream pearls away, leaving Techno with five eggs and a wonkily hand-stitched blanket, he knows it’s the last time they’ll see each other like this.

***

“Do you still have them?” Dream croaks in prison, throat slick with blood and voice hoarse from screaming. Techno wonders how long it’ll last before it gives out completely. Wonders if Dream’s voice might disappear entirely overnight. He barely uses it anymore.

“The eggs?” Techno asks, and his lips press when Dream nods. “I mean, not— not with me, Dream. Listen, I’m no Dad Of The Year, but I know not to bring five hatching eggs into a prison, alright. Jeez.”

Dream misses the rest of his ramble. His eyes light up for the first time when Techno speaks. “Hatching?” He repeats, as if he hardly believes his own words. “Like— You mean hatching hatching. Actually hatching.”

“No, no, the fake hatching.” Techno can’t keep the amused grin off his face despite his sarcasm. “I mean, they were pretty cracked when I left for here. They’re not about to start dancin’ around, but there’s not long now. Probably.”

The expression on Dream’s face is one he’s never seen before. It’s strange, wild. Hopeful.

“Okay,” his ally-turned-friend says, “okay. My eggs are hatching. So we’ve gotta get out of here.”

The firm tone is a switch from the hollow desperation he’d yelled at him before. (You were my only way out of here!) There’s determination, now, there’s reason to escape: reason, Techno knows now, for Dream to fight.

So he pushes an empty book across the scorch-marked obsidian to Dream, and offers a nod and an instruction. “Write down everything you can about this prison, Dream. I’m gonna need it if we’re breakin’ out of here.”

Dream flashes him an almost-grin, and it’s thin and exhausted and bright, and Techno watches him pick up the pen, and start to write.

***

“So.”

Dream doesn’t even look up from his dead-eyed staring contest with the wall. He just flips his middle finger in Techno’s vague direction, a silent shut up, before letting his arm fall limply at his side again.

“Soooo.”

Dream’s eye twitches. “So what?”

“I feel like we should discuss naming rights.”

“We— what?”

“Well,” Techno reasons, “it’s kind of joint custody of the eggs at this point. Sure, you birthed them—”

“That’s not how—”

“You birthed them, but I stopped Steve from eatin’ them. And believe me, that was a hard task, Dream. Almost impossible. Steve put up a valiant fight. He almost had them.”

That gets Dream’s attention. Eyes narrowing, mouth thinning into an annoyed scowl, he shuffles closer to Techno. Techno gets the impression he’s supposed to feel intimidated by Dream’s pout. “You let my eggs near a polar bear?” He demands, horror in his voice. “Techno. Seriously.”

“You remembered,” Techno beams, “you remembered Steve. Listen, you say we’re not friends, but this feels pretty friendly. I dunno. I’m just saying.”

“This— That’s not the point!”

“But no, I didn’t.Like I said, I won the battle. Steve fought hard, but I won. Good thing I’d been trainin’ so much recently. Any less and I think the eggs would’ve been breakfast.”

Dream’s eye twitches. “I don’t know why I even trusted you with them,” he mutters, antsy, “anything could happen to them.”

Techno scoffs, and offers Dream a trustworthy, reassuring look. “Dream, do I look like the kind of guy to let anything bad happen to your children?”

Dream stares dubiously back. “Yeah,” he says, “you do.”

…That doesn’t hurt his feelings, nope, not at all. He shoots his friend a pensive look. “When I get home, I’m gonna give your eggs to Philza,” he threatens, “he’ll put them in his nest. Don’t push me.”

“…You wouldn’t.”

“I would. Pass me another potato, nerd.”

The potato Dream throws at him bounces against his arm and clatters on the floor next to a splatter of blood. Techno wrinkles his nose. “Dude,” he says, “prison is lame.”

“Keep the eggs far away from Philza’s nests,” Dream warns, “or prison will get worse for you.”

***

You whisper to Philza: btw where are the eggs right now

Philza whispers to you: Why

You whisper to Philza: just answer the question phil

You whisper to Philza: where are the eggs right now

Philza whispers to you: They’re not in my fucking nest

You whisper to Philza: phil

Philza whispers to you: I’m taking them out of my nest and putting them back

Techno breathes a sigh of relief, and glances over at a fitfully sleeping Dream. “Crisis averted,” he mutters out loud, and then, “Chat, don’t be snitches. What Dream doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”

***

And Techno’s not hurt when the eggs are the first thing Dream checks when he gets to the Syndicate. Pft, why would he be? It’s not like he’s the one that helped free him or anything, nah, course not.

“All I’m saying,” he grumbles to a cackling Philza, “is that the eggs didn’t sit in prison for three months with him. I’m not jealous, Phil. I’m not jealous. That would be crazy. They’re eggs. Not even that cool. But—”

“For fuck’s sake,” his friend laughs at him, “go inside and show him where his eggs are. He’ll be tearing the house apart looking for them.”

And Philza’s right. Dream is already pulling the chests apart searching for his eggs, as if Techno hadn’t stored them somewhere safer the very moment he’d escaped Pandora’s Vault the first time.

“Where are they?” Dream demands.

Techno nods to the wall. “I’ve been callin’ it the Baby Backrooms.” He says, proudly. “Though it’s kind of more of a Baby Hideout. Doesn’t sound as cool, though.”

A couple of swift strokes with his pickaxes tears open the wall, and reveals four large eggs, cracked but safe, huddled together in the corner of a light blue room. Dream’s gaze softens when he sees them, and steps inside, narrowly missing the bedtime story Techno’s been reading them most nights. Sun Tzu isn’t light reading, but hey, Techno’s determined to make incredible battle strategists of them yet. One of the eggs likes it the most: it wriggles whenever he pulls the book out, and he hates playing favourites, but he has to say, he’s got the most faith in that one.

“I’m back,” Dream breaks the silence to say to his eggs, kneeling down beside them and gently tracing the thick fractures along the curve of the darkest green one, “hey, hi, hi! Did you miss me?”

Techno doesn’t point out that eggs can’t talk for two reasons. The first is that he thinks Dream might actually murder someone if his moment with the eggs is disturbed. The second, slightly more alarming reason is that one of the eggs are missing.

When he’d left the room before, there had been five eggs in that room. The four now aren’t exactly inspiring him with confidence. Dream is really going to kill him if he’s lost a whole egg in the space of, like, four hours.

Dream scoops up the eggs, and turns to face Techno. There’s a look of relief on his face that’s so raw and unfiltered that it takes Techno a moment to recognise what he’s seeing. It’s like a part of Dream that had been missing during prison has been returned to him: Techno realizes with a pang that that’s exactly the case.

“I have a question,” Niki chimes in from behind them, “I have lots of questions.”

When Techno turns, she’s holding a tiny miniature version of… Dream himself.

“Mama,” it squeaks, reaching out to Dream, “Mama.”

Dream melts, right there and then.

***

“So… you laid this.”

Even someone blessed with the patience of a saint would have snapped by now. Dream, who is neither blessed nor patient, seems to be on the verge of murder someone: specifically, Tommy, who hasn’t stopped asking questions since he’d appeared at Techno’s door with questions. Four months had been enough time to solve the conflict between the server (…mostly), but it seems like Tommy’s boundaries don’t include tiny little green blobs like Dream’s newly hatched eggs running about the SMP.

“I already told you,” Dream says, “I didn’t lay them. They just appeared as eggs.”

“So you… make eggs,” Tommy says, “and then you like, you black out, and then you like wake up and find the eggs. Egg amnesia. Egg-nesia.”

Dream very visibly counts to ten in his head. Techno can’t stop himself from smirking and joining in.

“Yeah, Dream, I’m not gettin’ the science behind this whole thing,” he drawls, “can you explain it again?”

“You—” Dream splutters. A tiny version of himself with a green cloak travels by on one of the dogs, and throws himself into Dream’s arms. Dream cradles him absentmindedly. “We live in a world with a revive book and a randomly implemented three life system, and you’re confused about eggs?”

“I get it,” Tubbo says wisely, “sometimes every man reaches an age where he must lay an egg.”

“…That’s… actually not true,” Dream says, “most people don’t produce eggs randomly from thin air.”

“Who did you produce them with?” Tommy asks. “Was it George Not Found? Oh, that’s so weird. You’ve made it weird, Dream.”

“How have I made it weird? I—” Cutting himself off, Dream’s head perks up. “Hang on,” he says, “Philza’s trying to take one of my new eggs.”

Tommy’s face drops into total stupefaction. “It happened again?!” He demands. “When will the horror end?”

“What is wrong with you?” Dream groans, pushing himself to his feet and very carefully handing over his baby to Techno. “Look after Ray for me. I swear to God, if Philza is building a nest around my eggs again…”

He doesn’t finish his threat. Nevertheless, his warnings of violence are clear. Techno silently wishes Philza luck, and shifts his hold so that he’s juggling both the baby and the book in his other hand.

“I still think we should think about naming one of your eggs after me,” he says, “I was such a great babysitter. That’s why they turned out so great.”

Dream, halfway out the room, turns slowly, and gives him a very incredulous look.

“You think you were a good babysitter? So you think letting my babies play with Steve was a good idea?”

“They didn’t die,” Techno protests. “They were fine.”

“There comes a time where every man must fight a polar bear.” Tubbo says solemnly

“Tubs,” Tommy tells him, “that’s just not true. Wilbur just told you that because I wanted to see you be mauled horrifically by a bear.”

“Oh.”

“You could call one baby Blade,” Techno calls over Tubbo and Tommy. Dream laughs. “It’s not very creative, and a little hurtful, but hey, it sounds pretty cool, alright, it sounds pretty awesome. Or— Tech. I’d be fine with Tech.”

“I’m not naming a baby after you.”

Dream rolls his eyes as he walks out, but there’s a grin on his face.

You whisper to Dream: can i at least be godfather

Dream whispers to you: only if you gaslight tommy into thinking he was an egg once

You whisper to Dream: you drive a hard bargain

You whisper to Dream: it’s a deal

“Hey Tommy,” Techno calls out, “you remember being an egg? I still have pictures of you somewhere from before you were hatched.“

The look of absolute horror on Tommy’s face is priceless, and the knowledge of the title godfather makes him grin all the brighter.

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last eden - i . | lmh

part i, ii, iii

only one thing has ever mattered to you, in this lifetime, and in all others : mark lee — even if he doesn't know yet, and even if he may never remember.

pairing: mark x reader verse: canon/idol!verse, soulmates trope rating: T warnings: none, possibly some mild language, like... one very tame mention of making love ig word count: 4.3k

A/N: yeah i have a lot of these fics that i'm repurposing that i desperately want to post so i can continue them so please look the other way at my random over enthusiasm i beg !! my only long-standing mark fic is actually gorgeous, and while we do love a good raunchy piece, i love mark way too much to keep it to just that. this was my first ever fic on my old blog, and i'm quite attached to the idea despite the fact that it's actually very difficult for me to write. i changed the name because i actually love this song by maktub (anything he puts out is gold to me), which i think generally fits the vibe of the story, so give it a listen if you're interested! so i hope you all enjoy this idol!verse soulmates fic! (help a gal out by reblogging, liking, and leaving a few kind words if you're so inclined!)

“This isn’t really your best idea.”

You know this. You’re fully aware of the possible and endless risks as well as the minimal benefits. But you have to go. The thing that Heehyeon, your roommate, doesn’t fully understand is that this could be your one and only shot, and it could mean life or death. And you know that sounds pretty dramatic, but it really is. you don’t really have all the details (when, where, how, the important stuff) but that doesn’t matter to you right now.

What really matters is that today is NCT’s comeback stage at M! Countdown, and you have to be there.

Unfortunately, this isn’t one of those things you have to go to because your a die-hard fan and you just have to support the group and do all those fan chants and lie to your mom about going to the library when you’re really staying over outside a company building for hours just to wave those silly, expensive light sticks that look like they came out of the factory a bit funny. Sure, NCT’s music was nice (enough), but that isn’t really the reason why you told your mom not to come over this weekend because you would be out on a company team building retreat (as if they actually do that). More than anything, you knew you had to take this chance to see him.

When you don’t respond, Heehyeon presses on with a firmer tone, as if she’s determined to convince you even though you both know nothing is really going to stop you at this point.

“Listen to me, _____________. You are going to a tightly-packed music show with at least a hundred other fans, and you are going to stand in the middle of that dense crowd and — and what? Stare up at him. That’s it. He’s not going to see you; that stage is so high up he’ll probably only catch a look at your forehead, and that’s if you make it up front. And since we both know you’re neither the tallest nor the luckiest person in the world, you know the odds are against you. You’re probably going to get pushed to the back, or stampeded, and it’s going to be messy, and you’re going to push, and they’re going to push you back, and your make-up is going to fall apart, or whatever. Is this really worth it?”

“I told you,” you try to sound patient, but the idea of being buffeted away from the stage by a large wave of sweaty bodies causes more discomfort than you had originally anticipated thanks to her colorful and supremely unhelpful description. “If being near the stage doesn’t work out, I’ll wait out back, near the exit, and —“

“Oh yeah, and ambush him. Because you’ll be the only one there, and because that’s totally safe.” She drops the slightly (well, pretty) judgmental tone when she sees your bottom lip quiver. “I’m not… I’m not saying you shouldn’t try to reach out to him. But this doesn’t sound like the best way, _____________. Security is so tight there, and NCT’s security is even more wary. Even if you do manage to get close, what in the world are you going to say?”

“I— I’ll figure it out once I’m there.” You purse your lips; surely I love you; we’re meant to be together wouldn’t be that hard on your end, but the more important question is: did it sound sane? You didn’t express this doubt, though. Doing so would give your roommate more ammunition to turn back at you; you’d play it by ear when you actually got around to making eye contact with him (if that ever happened at all). And — well, maybe you wouldn’t have to say anything. Maybe, just maybe, this time, he’d remember you.

At that thought, you feel an initial wave of laughter, closely followed by a second, much more painful wave of nausea. Of all the absurd things you could think of, that was probably the most ridiculous.

“This isn’t a good idea,” she recapitulates, shaking her head. “You know what they do to people who stalk idols and say they’re really going to get married to them, or whatever. You know what they’d call you.”

“But I’m not crazy like that,” you argue.

“I know that, but they don’t know anything about you! You’d be labeled a sasaeng. They’ll probably think you’re one of those girls that sneak into their dorms and sniff their underwear before selling them on the dark side of Taobao through a weird Chinese proxy or something.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do?” You ball your fists at your side, feeling a little betrayed. Heehyeon, of all people, should be able to understand why you had to do this, even if it was ludicrous. She had remembered you, reached out to you before you could even place her. She’d heard your story, understood that you had been waiting years for this moment, even stopped you on other occasions when you were about to do the same thing you were planning now, saying it wasn’t the right time. “I don’t have any other way of contacting him. I don’t even know if this is going to work, but you know I have to try, and I feel like this is the right time. I have to see him. I have to — I have to be with him. I don’t need your blessing to go, you know.”

There’s a palpable tension hanging over you now, and Heehyeon’s expression has gone mostly unreadable, save for that twinge of worry still present in her gaze. The soft sound of regular, heavy exhales punctuate every few seconds that pass, and you realize a little later that it’s your breathing, which has turned a bit heavy from the energy spent sort-of yelling at your roommate.

“I know that,” she finally sighs. “I know that, _____________. I just wish you used a different way. Like, a safer, less crazy one.”

“I would use one if there were one.” You frown. “I’m not going to do anything stupid, like attack him. I would never do that.”

She doesn’t say much anymore, opting to watch you instead as you stuff a few more essential things in your bag. A hat. A fan. a bottle of water. Heehyeon had tried to coerce you to buy one of those cheering kits with those slogans, but you didn’t want to waste your money on it, and, truthfully, you didn’t want his name hanging on your walls like some sick reminder in case he rejected you.

“What did you tell your manager?” She asks in a clear attempt to lighten the mood.

“I told her I was sick. You know she never really asks as long as I find someone to substitute for me,” you sling your bag over your shoulder, standing straighter. “How do I look?”

“Pretty damn healthy,” she notes. “But also kind of crazy.”

“I’ll see you tonight, Heehyeon,” you roll your eyes as you make your way out of the room. Before you close the door, she makes one last quick remark.

“Not if I see you on the evening news first!”

You have to take two buses to get to Sangamsan-ro. Even though the traffic is generally mild, the buses make too many stops and wait too long for old ladies with their fruit baskets and newspapers to get on. The wait is making you anxious, and you think about getting an orange to abate your growing hunger, but you’re also so nervous that you’re sure you’re going to spew it all out onto the bus floor anyway. So, you content yourself with listening to music and fiddling with your fingers in your lap.

All you have in your phone is NCT’s music. The files were so large that you’d had to delete everything else you used to listen to and a handful of pictures too (mostly selfies that would have never seen the light of day, anyway) just to get them to fit. You used to only listen to the Korean versions, but you’d found all these little nuances in how Mark raps his lines depending on the language, so you’d started listening to the English and Japanese releases too, even though you can’t understand a lick of anything but ‘baby.’ Most of the time, you skip over to the relevant (see: Mark-filled) parts, already having memorized their timestamps to a kind of sick degree.

It was kind of dumb, and sort of selfish, but you had never really identified yourself as an NCT fan anyway. If you had been an active part of the groups following, people would have probably called you an akgae. You were really only concerned with one member, and it was that member’s voice that filled your ears when you’d plugged your earbuds in and put the volume up.

The first time you’d seen him was in your last year of college. One of your college friends had asked you to accompany them to a Nature Republic outlet downtown. Despite your general lack of interest in make-up at that point in time, you’d gone because she’d promised to buy you a corndog. What you’d gotten instead was a large standee of a handsome guy smiling at you and holding out a pot of aloe vera gel.

You knew his eyes. Even though his features changed a million times in your memory, you could never mistake his eyes for anyone else’s — soft, warm, brown eyes that you’d stared into for truly an eternity. His were eyes you could never forget, were never allowed to forget. You could remember the millions of times they’d smiled up at you in those past lives you were haunted with, twinkled with mischief and laughter in your presence, borne deep into yours on hot summer nights as you made love. Of all the uncertain things in all of the lives you remembered living, these eyes acted as your anchor.

You’d almost forgotten you were there with a friend until she’d called out to you, telling you to step inside the shop. Trying to sound disinterested despite the fact that your heart was pounding, you asked who the guy in the standee was. Mark, she’d called him. Mark of NCT. He was an idol, a rapper in one of those up and coming groups that was starting to gain a lot of attention within the general public because of their ‘cool, chic concepts.’ At that information, your heart had fallen into a pool of acid in your stomach.

Other times were hard, but not this hard. Most of the factors that had kept you or torn you apart were much larger in scale — war, famine, other natural disasters. This, out of all the other times, seemed to be the most difficult; he wasn’t an ordinary man anymore, but a god among men — a god you couldn’t be allowed to approach. You had ditched your friend the moment she’d gotten her change back at the counter, citing a sudden time of the month as the root cause, and dashed out and back to school, sparing only one last glance at the standee.

You’d been waiting for him for years, carefully looking for any sign of him in the people around you, but you had grown tired and had come to believe that maybe, in this life, you had been set free — that he didn’t exist, and the curse would be over. However, as you pored over each and every teaser, music video, advertisement, and blurry, noise-heavy radio interview you could find even a sliver of his face in, you realized that the curse had come back, and in a much larger force than you could ever imagine.

You’d stared at your desk for the longest time that day; the sun had dipped out of sight already when you’d sighed yourself out of your trance. It had never been this difficult. Having the Memory was mostly the worst thing ever, but its usual perk was that you could pick him out a little easier, and he was never too far away — nobody you ever knew in your first life ever was. They just kept coming up again and again, running around in little circles throughout time and space, and you recognized them in a way you’ve come to grow familiar with. It’s a tug, sort of like a tickle in your stomach, and you knew then that he was close by. The signal only stopped when you found him, and it usually wasn’t that hard. From there, you were responsible for weaving the same kind of story — one in which you would fall in love, be happy for a period of time, and then… well.

Heehyeon has the Memory, too. She’d remembered you from a previous life, too, and picked you out of a packed line at a coffee shop, striking up one of the most awkward conversations you’d ever had the displeasure of being a part of because she hadn’t been sure if you remembered her. It was only when she mentioned that you seemed like someone she could be good friends with and that you also seemed like you just happened to like your coffee black with two sugars did you realize that her sudden onslaught of friendliness was a sign she might be like you: unable to forget. She’d actually once asked you if you’d tried just letting him go, and you’d responded with a resolute no. At this point, it was too hard to call him a lost cause, even if he really seemed it. How could you stop loving someone you know you’ve loved for millennia?

He’s extremely handsome in this life, you’ve noted. Girls were falling all over him, which only made things ten times harder. A couple of years back, some rumors of him dating a labelmate had come up. Heehyeon had talked you through that long night of you clutching tissues in a fist and sobbing about how you didn’t want this anymore, how it was never fair, how every single time you had to find him was just growing more and more difficult until it seemed to reach an impossible arc. But, mostly, you’d cried because you hated the possibility — probably the confirmation — that he didn’t remember you at all.

You didn’t really expect him to, but you always hoped. Every life, you would approach him, and he would be a clean slate. It was a tiring process, one you wished you weren’t constantly responsible for. Some days, you resented him; how could he live his life carefree, without even the notion that you two were meant to be together? Most days, though, you just longed for him. Him, and a happy ending.

You let out a sigh as the track changes. His voice greets you again; over time, you’ve noticed it sounding even cooler, more impactful. He’s doing well for himself. And here you are, attempting to make yourself stand out in a pool of fans he probably can’t even see clearly. Nice.

You get to listen to about half of the newly released album before you realize you’re nearing your stop. Sidestepping a couple of baskets of oranges, you make it to the door and dash out. Heehyeon had drawn you a crude map to CJ E&M, and you’d been skeptical of it at first, but you realize now you would have gotten lost and missed the stage long before you got there if you had gone in blind. You’d make sure to thank her when you got back. If you did actually come back in one piece.

Heehyeon also hadn’t been joking; the line outside looks like it would fill a whole section of Jamsil. You’d heard of the dedication of some of these fans, but you’d never seen it like this, nor had you ever actually been a part of it. Kids were really up at three in the morning in support of NCT. Many of them are probably here specifically in support of Mark, you think. Sure enough, the people you line up behind are holding holographic slogans with the print “Mark-yah!” You swallow hard, trying not to regret your decision not to partake in that.

It feels like hours before you get even close to the door of the building. The chatter has died down a little, but not by much; even with less people ahead of you, the noise pollution increases in tandem with the excitement in the atmosphere. You’re not excited, though. You’re sick to your stomach, wishing you hadn’t come alone and wondering if you were going to regret this. Probably. Luckily, a couple of teenagers behind you strike up a casual conversation starting with “ah, it’s getting more humid now,” and you take turns complaining about what the weather would probably be like later on in the day before you start talking about NCT. They’re both Jaehyun fans, and you think about whether or not you remember meeting him in a past life. Nothing really rings a bell.

When you tell them you’re here for Mark, they giggle.

“We know,” they chime. “You’re wearing blue.”

“It’s his favorite color,” you say, a little defensively.

“Everyone knows that. Everyone here wearing that ocean blue is a Mark fan. Didn’t he say so once?” They dissolve into laughter again, but you say nothing. Maybe he had said that recently. Then again, his favorite color has always been blue — the color of the sky and the sea he seems to love so much.

The line grows shorter and shorter, and your ankles feel like they’re starting to swell. You’ve been standing for a good two hours now, and you regret not having bought one of those NCT membership cards that get you up to the front of the line. It’s really no surprise that you, the two Jaehyun fans, and the others in the line behind you are all squished in the back, just like Heehyeon had said you would be. It takes a good twenty minutes before the lights dim down and the stage lights start up, and you hear the buzz that increases in volume right before it becomes a collective deafening shriek from the crowd. The light sticks go up, and you’re momentarily blinded by the large stars that blink NCT in some weird logo form before you get your bearings again. By that time, the members have begun trooping onto the stage in a single file, and you forget your swollen ankles as you tiptoe and crane your head for a better view.

He’s there, your mind screams. He’s right there. You’ve got a whole crowd in front of you, but he’s right there.

The Jaehyun fans are losing their mind too; he’s talking, asking them how they found the album and encouraging them to keep supporting it. Typical idol stuff, you assume, but the fans go wild in an attempt to reassure him that they will. They all speak in a line, and you note Mark will be last. When the mic is handed over to him, the fans start screaming again. You feel like you want to yell as well, except you’re not sure if you’ll say something actually coherent that other people will hear. Instead, you tiptoe a little higher, fixing your pretty bad eyesight on his face and perking your ears up.

“You’re all here so early,” he starts. “How long have you been waiting for us?”

A flurry of numbers fly across the room. He smiles in this genuinely affectionate way even though his eyes can’t focus on a single person in the dark, and your heart stutters at the sight.

“Do your mothers know you’re here?” He’s teasing now. “You can’t tell them that NCT is the reason you’re not sleeping well, you know. Everyone, make sure that you eat breakfast and rest well before school today, okay?”

While the crowd screams in response, you let out a little whimper. It’s a weak, pathetic sound, but it essentially sums up how you feel, seeing him like this from so far away.

The pre-recording starts, but you barely catch anything. You’re too small for this kind of life, and you get so tired of tiptoeing that you actually do try to push your way through the crowd. Of course, this is fruitless, and you end up squatting by the back wall of the room, sipping on your water conservatively and listening to the Jaehyun fans do the chant religiously.

NCT performs the song two more times before they’re saying their goodbyes. You muster up the energy to stand again and make a beeline for the exit before everyone else can smash their way through. The sun is almost up now; beads of sweat form on the nape of your neck as you round the building, trying to find the indicated spot that Heehyeon had marked as the back exit of CJ E&M. You worry about how you’re in the wrong place for about ten minutes until you see the two Jaehyun fans turning the corner quickly, obviously with the same goal as you: to catch NCT as they leave the building.

In no time, the fans have gathered at the spot again, and it seems like they’ve multiplied tenfold; the chants are louder and there are girls with gigantic cameras trying to shove you away from the spot. Security from the company camps out in front of you, their gazes shifting from the door to the crowd and back again.

People around you roar the moment the doorknob turns. Nine of them file out, now in regular clothing, surrounded by their own security. You feel a surge of force behind you, trying to push forward, and someone’s camera lens hits you hard in the side of the face. You barely have time to cry out in surprise, caught in what would have been a scream of pain, when you see him.

In the growing light, Mark looks like a king. No — like a god, actually. Everything on his face shines even when minimal sunlight strikes it; his teeth help, too, brightening his face as his mouth hangs open in an easy laugh. He’s talking to Doyoung and has to face him, his sharp jawline being the first thing anyone can see from that perspective, and it’s that angle that creates all these alarms in your head.

For some reason, you’ve blocked out the noise around you. Even the pain from the camera lens attack isn’t bothering you as much anymore; you feel like you’re in an aquarium, and all the screams are on the other side of the glass. Your vision tunnels; all you can see is him.

You’d promised Heehyeon you wouldn’t do anything stupid. Again and again, she’d asked you and drilled you and reminded you that you weren’t supposed to do anything that would get you into trouble. Even with those promises you’d made, she’d still doubted you. Later, when you’d tell her this story, she’d roll her eyes and yell I told you so!, because, well, she did tell you. And, when you’d look at it in retrospect, you’d see that you should have listened.

Right now, though, you’re walking. Somehow, the camera lens that had attacked you had turned its gaze onto much more important targets; the guard stationed in front of you grunted in pain and reflexively retracted his hand after the lens made contact with it. It wasn’t a long movement, but it was enough for you to be pushed forward by the crowd. Enough to get your feet moving.

Other fans had stopped trying to break through; though many were still hysterical, most were trying to take pictures of the members as they climbed into the van. One by one, they were disappearing before your eyes. No, you thought to yourself. Your chest tightened. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you think that the noise behind you has gotten much louder. Not now. He hasn’t seen me yet. Not yet, please.

You don’t realize that your feet have picked up the pace, and you’ve broken into a short sprint before the building security could catch you. It’s too late; he can’t leave his post, and he only has to hope that NCT’s staff are well-equipped to fend off a running girl. They are, but they’re too busy helping the members that they’re caught unaware — just long enough for you to be within an arm’s reach of them.

Mark is almost in the van; he’s caught off-guard, too, and he doesn’t realize that something’s not right until you’re already there. Security grabs his arm and tries to tug him out of your reach and into the van at the same time that a strong hand grapples at the back of your shirt. Doyoung, who had been by Mark’s side, tries to use his arms to shield you from his friend when he realizes who you are targeting, yelling out something you can’t really understand.

It’s a ten-second long struggle of limbs in which you hear your own “Let go of me!” harmonize perfectly with Mark’s frantic “What the —?” Somehow, though, you’re able to fight through Doyoung’s arms and grip Mark’s wrist with a sweaty palm. The contact causes him to turn back reflexively, eyes wide in shock.

His eyes. God, please, won’t he recognize me? Your fingers close around his wrist a little more tightly. Your mouth is dry, and your throat is on fire. You’re wasting precious time. You only manage out a weak, “Please, Mark, it’s me,” before he’s twisting his wrist away. The arm that gripped your shirt moves to lock around your waist, and you’re hauled, empty-handed, away from the van. Awareness you’d lost slowly trickles back into you. The crowd isn’t screaming at the members now; they’re screaming at you. They’re angry. As you’re dragged away, you vaguely note that the Jaehyun fans you were with are fuming behind the security guards still keeping them in place.

The security guard that carried you off like a rag doll plants you in front of him, and he lets go of your waist but still keeps his grip tight around both your forearms, which have been twisted behind you. You have no choice but to watch from afar as the members drag Mark into the van, looks of concern etched across their faces. They ask him if he’s hurt, and he shakes his head. Right before the door closes, he quickly glances back at you. Your heart sinks for the second time today as you see something in his eyes you’d never seen before.

Fear. Mark is afraid of you.

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neet-elite · 4 days

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↳ EVENT 01. Whitney Worship

Pairing: Whitney / F!Reader Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 2,652 Warnings: OOC, body worship, general worship, older whitney, fingering, established relationship, consent checks, praise kink Prompt(s): 05 — worship Wanna take part in the event?: CLICK HERE!!

A/N: YAYYYY thank you so much bby for being my first event request eee!!! my biggest fan MWAH smooching u sm right now. so happy i get to start this event off with something soft and loving <3 sending u so much love, thank u sm for your kind words and for always supporting me!!

(also i really want some more soft whitney content... u cant convince me that this man wouldn't absolutely dote on you the older he gets </3)

Deep in the recesses of his mind, he's always felt this way about you. A bit difficult not to, his heart stuttering from the first moment he met you, blindsided by how much he wanted to be yours— enough that his need remained buried under layers of dominance and control for years to come. But the stubborn little boy you learned to love was incapable of expressing his emotions correctly, in a way that could ever truly be understood; and yet you loved him anyway. Even through all the harsh words, the endless name calling, and the straight up abuse he had you suffer through, you loved him. How you're still by his side is beyond him, a twinge of hurt in his chest burrowing down to his tummy, soothed only by the cute little mewl you instinctively know to let out in encouragement. Describing himself as thankful doesn't even do his emotions justice, and words of praise even less so— though still he tries.

This is the least he could do in return for all those awful years he subjected you to. A gentle promise spread across the pad of his thumb, rubbing tenderly up and down your hip for you to giggle at. And God, what a pretty sound that is. You can hear how it tugs at his heart, can't you? Surely, because he can barely hear himself think over the loud thump in his chest. How even the comparatively innocent touch of his free hand squeezing at your waist is charged with intent, the way your pretty lashes flutter under him as his nails drag up and down your exposed skin so lightly that it must tickle causing his breath to hitch. He can't help but mumble a pitiful pretty, and pitiful is correct, because he's so fucking down bad for you that it's insane. Should be illegal, if he had anything to say about it. Pouting down at you when you whisper his name, followed by a sweet thanks that God he just wants to drink up, biting down on his bottom lip to try and hide the wide smile your dulcet tones bring out of him— but it's no use. Of course you can see right through him. Always have, only now he's not so afraid to hide his true nature.

That being his complete and utter adoration for you and your pretty little body, soft skin hot under his rough hands; it's nice, yknow. To just touch you like this, ignoring the underlying hint of greed shown in the tent in his underwear in favour of rewarding you simply for existing. Because you deserve to be treated like the best thing that's ever happened to him; because you are. And he needs to do right by you now, make up for his past mistakes with his tongue poking against the inside of his cheek in faux playful annoyance over your holier than thou position beneath him. The bottom truly holds all the power, don't you, love?

"I meant it. Too fuckin' pretty, s'annoying." He smiles, toothy and genuine when you smile back up at him. And he does mean it, fuck does he mean it. Leaning down a little to give your forehead a little kiss, trailing his lips down to your cheek only to place another, smiling against your skin when you giggle at his barely there touch grabbing at your waist to keep you in place for him to press a few more kisses at the corner of your lips in a teasing manner— a hoarse be patient crawling up his throat when you try to wiggle free to give him a proper kiss, but he soon gives in to your cuteness anyway. Letting his tongue poke out just a little against your lips, chest vibrating with a satisfied hum he moans down your mouth when you reciprocate the lewd action. But still, he'd like to take his time. Making out with you so slowly, still letting his hands roam up and down your naked body with purpose, as if mapping every possible inch of you in the event that you were to ever leave him— the thought of which has him kissing you deeper in a silent beg for you to stay. See, I love you.

Running his wide open palms up to your tits, letting himself cup them as delicately as possible as if he were afraid that anything stronger would have you shattering beneath him; a far cry from his younger self, he internally cringes at the memory. But in his kiss there lies hope. Hope for a better future, to become a better man for you. And that starts here, with every suck of your tongue inside his wanting mouth, every drop of shared saliva down each others throats, and every grope of his big hand against your tits. The other rests idly at your waist, dipping down just to playfully pinch at the fat of your thighs; one of his favourite places to be between.

He pulls away from your lips when he feels you do the same, enamoured by the string of saliva still stretched between his lips and your own as if it were an extension of you, and by that he means deserving of all the love he can muster. When you simply stare up at him with those big puppy eyes he has to bury his face against your chest just to hide the creeping heat on his cheeks, content enough to turn his attention to your tits with one getting palmed by his hand, and the other receiving his mouths tender treatment. Surely you won't complain about his cowardly hiding if he were to devote more time to pleasing you, right? Lapping at your nipple like a kitten, savouring every sigh, hiccup, and moan you make while he busies himself with indulging in your taste. Worshipping every inch of you as he shuffles his body closer between your legs, gasping into the feeling of his rock hard cock rubbing against his underwear which rests heavy at your cunt. Not that he has any intention of doing anything about it, because loving and doting on you is pleasurable enough for him, slurping and sucking and pinching as a means to communicate: I'm sorry, let me make it up to you.

Because he's never really been the best with words, opting instead to pop off of your pretty tits with a loud smack! only so that he can see how cute your expression gets when you feel his hand travel further south, ghosting over your skin just to have you shiver into him, make you feel as good as you've treated him, yeah?

"Dunno what I'd do without you," He sighs, almost whispering from how sincere his words are. "Wanna show you how much y'mean to me. S'at okay?"

Instinct begs him to attach slut on the end of his question, but your wide eyes and rushed gasp in shock of how soft he's being convinces him not to.

You take a moment to reply, and in the meantime he takes to running a single finger up and down your already sopping slit. Proof enough of how much you love him, and yet still he feels the need to earn your affections again and again, sorry remaining at the tip of his tongue regardless of how often you remind him it's okay.

But when you give him a sure nod he's immediately filled with boyish confidence, determined to prove his worth for as long as he needs to in order to properly apologise to you, and then to revere you as you rightfully deserve. He knows he's got his work cut out for him, but he's nothing if not stubborn when it comes to you, for better or for worse.

"Thank you." He whispers this time, finally allowing his fingers to stretch your folds open for him to gawk at. Hearts in his eyes and all, fuuuuck, he has to fight with himself not to tug his boxers down and just shove his cock in right there and then— because he's meant to be worshipping you. But you make it incredibly difficult for him to focus on anything other than how fraught with sheer desperation he is for you, distracting himself from his more indulgent thoughts by thumbing at your clit, clenching his teeth at the sweet little sounds his fingers touch out of you. Reaaaally taking his time, perhaps a bit too much so when your lower half wiggles under his thumb. Inwardly, he laughs at his previous words of patience; don't you know that he's trying to love on you?

"Need it that much, huh?" He gently taunts, though there's no malice in his words. Just amused domesticity, a certain warmth to his tone borne out of complete admiration for how... Well, if he's honest with himself, how perfect you are— in every respect! Every fibre of his being just begging to be allowed to worship you for the rest of his life, to have you see yourself the way he sees you.

You once again nod up at him, pretty pleading eyes coaxing him to fall further into you, to rub meaner circles against your puffy little clit like he's done plenty times before; except you're asking for it now. And there's no greater feeling in the world than to have his prayers answered as your slick coats his fingers in anticipation for his praises.

"All right then, pretty girl. Ask and you shall receive."

And true to his words, he slides his fingers down your slit and dips into your cunt. Just a little, and only one finger. The lazy pace of his actions frustrating even him, but he knows it'll all be worth it. Has to be, especially when you're huffing so cutely back at him given all his teasing thus far, jus' a little more he promises you, unsure if he's even telling the truth when you mewl all pretty and shit— God you're gonna be the death of him. Torn between teasing you all night, prolonging his prayers until the sun comes up, or giving you the release you're so desperately seeking, every squeak of the bed below your movements hypnotising him further. All he wants to do is make you feel good, praise your body to the high heavens, kiss every single inch of your skin and whisper sweet nothings against your cunt. A simple ask, really, considering you're more than wanting him to do exactly that.

So he follows through, lazily pushing a single finger inside of your warm little hole and he practically melts himself from the heat wrapped around his digit. How soft and fuckin' tight your little cunt is around him, the slow nature of his loving tonight allowing him to experience you in a whole new way; something more akin to appreciation, rather than the days of greed in the past.

"Feel okay?" He checks in with you, though there's really no need. He can tell from a mile away that your scrunched up little nose means you're having fun, but it's nice to ask anyway. If only to boost his own ego, or to show that he's serious about changing for you. "You feel— I mean, fuck. Always feel amazing," He swiftly corrects himself, chewing on his bottom lip out of habit while curling his finger inside of you, gently pulling it out and pushing back in— a slow enough pace to give you a little relief whilst also keeping you on that edge he'd like you to be at. "Always have, best cunt I've ever fucked." He's being sincere, but he cringes at the crass way his praise comes out anyway. That is until he takes a look at your face, peeling his gaze off of your finger swallowing hole for just a moment, and he bares witness to the lewd look you've now adopted.

Fuckin' praise slut, he should have known it all along, but having confirmation in the form of your rolled back eyes from a single fucking finger was worth the wait. You're worth the wait, and he can only hope that he is too when he picks up the pace. Just a little, encouraging you to writhe around a bit more, cooing down at you so sweetly in stark contrast to his usual self.

"Look so pretty like that," the finger inside of you buries deeper, curling consistently against your sweet spot until you're practically clawing at his wrist for some respite— but it doesn't come. Not out of spite, but out of love for you, he continues crooking his fingers against your squishy insides because he knows what that whine means. Gushy little cunt wrapped so tight around his finger, sucking him further in despite your desperate whines for a break. All he does is hush you tenderly, tongue between his teeth in fear of snapping and reverting back to his old manners when you look so fucking perfect with his finger inside of you, his eyes flickering between your pretty face, heaving tits, and your shiny with slick cunt.

"C'mon—" He seethes, brows furrowed in concentration of praising you, getting you off on his hand would be the highest compliment, he thinks. "Let me make you feel good, jus' give in, 'kay? He encourages, a sinful smirk tugging at his lips when your mouth falls open in a silent gasp.

Got you, he thinks to himself. Cock twitching merely from getting you off, from making you moan his name all high pitched and pretty like that while you gush around his finger, soaking through to the bed sheets below when he starts finger fucking you again to help you ride your orgasm out nicely. And the whole time he's thanking you. Softly rubbing up and down your side, occasionally groping at your tits, tugging at your ass while your insides convulse around him. Thank you, he sighs. "Thank you for trusting me."

"Thank you for sticking with me."

"Thank you for letting me see you like this."

"Thank you for believing in me."

"Thank you for cumming on my hand."

And even as he removes himself from you he's still worshipping you, practically eye fucking you as he shifts his weight down, ending up half laying on the edge of the bed to tug you closer, hands firmly wrapped around your thighs so he can sniff up and down your slick soaked slit. Vulgar as always, but it doesn't matter when he's so pussy whipped it's almost laughable, right? Maybe he should feel ashamed about how much he wants you, embarrassingly acting like a dumb dog when faces with your cunt like this— salivating from your scent alone. But upon sticking his tongue out flat against your slit to lap up all your sweet juices he figures it doesn't really matter. It couldn't matter when you taste this fucking good, cock leaking fat globs of precum from just a single suck of your clit. He quickly runs a hand through his hair, flipping his fringe up and out of the way for easier access to your sweet soaked cunt, he's serious about this, don't you know?

"Jus' cleanin' y'up." He slurs against your hole, wincing with you when you complain about how sensitive you are.

But that's okay, because if you cum on his tongue (which he's hoping for, fuck he wants you to gush in his mouth please—) then he'll just help you clean up again. And again. And again. As many times as he needs to until you instinctively know how worthy you are of worship, and how he loves you just oh so much.

#500 event!#i hate that this is technically an “aged up” writing but yknow #HES ALREADY AN ADULT ITS OK #dol smut #whitney the bully #degrees of lewdity smut #dol fanfic #degrees of lewdity fanfic

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Pairing: Marc Spector x fem!reader (with hints of Steven Grant x fem!reader and Jake Lockley x fem!reader)

Warning: fluff, nothing else that I can think of

A/n: This was requested by @mystinky-butt!! tysm for being patient with me, I hope it is not too short!

Summary: The initial M belong to you Y/n, but so does S and J

Y/n was doing some dishes when the front door opened with a loud slam, making her jump. "WHO'S THERE?" She cleaned her hands with a rag before exiting the kitchen, finding her boyfriend with a grumpy expression.

Before Y/n could question what happened, Marc's face softened when their eyes met. "Oh...baby, sorry, I didn't know you were home."

"So does that mean whenever I'm not home you try to destroy our apartment's door?" Y/n sends back a sassy comment before joining Marc's on the couch, feeling his rough hands pulling her closer.

She wants to ask what the problem is, but after seeing Marc's tired expression, Y/N decides it is best to just cuddle with him, his hand rubbing her shoulder while her hands fiddle with his shirt hem.

"So... are you ready to tell me what happened?" Y/n look at Marc's eyes while smiling, hoping it will make the situation less serious.

Marc doesn't say anything back for a second before bursting out in a laughing fit, he feels a bit guilty for making you so worried. "Oh oh it's nothing, really, I'm just-..it is nothing babe."

Y/n can't believe he thinks saying that is convincing to her; she knows her boyfriend better than that. "C'mon, Marc, spill the bean." Y/n poked at Marc's cheek, earning a sigh from him.

"Long story, Jake ruined my most favourite shirt by wearing it to a knife combat. I'm glad he's not dead, but after seeing all the holes and tears, I take it back." Marc slapped his forehead and let his head fall back, letting out a loud goarn.

Unless Marc, who has a sour expression, Y/n is trying her best to contain her laughter. "Nooooo, come on, you mean...THE shirt?Hahaha you shouldn't brag about that shirt to Jake then".

"How could I not? You bought it for me, and I have to show it off; it's not my fault Jake also chose that as his favorite shirt, eh?"

"Fineeee...where is it? I will see what I can fix." Y/n can't help it when Marc brings out the puppy eyes, saying like he is the victim in everything. It was like he put her under a spell when he gave her "the look".

After giving you a quick kiss, Marc rushes into the bedroom to find the shirt, leaving you alone on the couch,thinking. "Did Steven teach him to do that puppy eyes thing?"

===☾︎ ☾︎ ☾︎===

"Whoa...it looks great! Thank you, babe! " Marc can't contain his joy when getting the shirt from your hand, what would he do if he didn't have his wonderful girlfriend?

"Ermm...I tried my best. I put a little surprise on it." Y/n smiles and waits for Marc's reaction,hoping he will like it just as much as she.

It was Y/N and Marc's initial embroided at the bottom of the shirt!

Marc's eyes gleamed with joy when he saw the little heart near it too. He quickly took off his shirt to try on this new one. "Do I look good?" After earning a quick nod from Y/n, he leans in for a kiss. It is Marc's cheeky way of saying thank you, and luckily, Y/n never complains.

===☾︎ ☾︎ ☾︎ BONUS ☾︎ ☾︎ ☾︎===

Y/n: why are there 2 piles of clothes on the bed?

Marc: Oh, it is Jake and Steven's clothes I think

Y/n: Strange....they got my sewing kit out too

Marc: somebody got jealous I think *smirk*

#marc spector x reader #marc spector x y/n #marc spector x you #steven grant x reader #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x you #jake lockley x y/n #jake lockley x you #jake lockley x reader #moon knight imagine #moon knight x reader #moon knight fluff #marvel moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector #oscar isaac

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kanmom51 · 1 year

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JK's live 4 March 1:47 am KST

Part 2

Cr./ to all the creators of the media used in this post.

So, where were we?

Oh yes, Tae left the live.

Just after this is when JK takes a pause and decides to open up about the gym incident.

“I am human too”

I have already kind of addressed this in my previous post.

But you see, watching the full live I realized that what we were given, in the clips and the translations, was not everything that JK said. Watching the live, it feels even more. More honest and more raw. Man was wearing his heart on his sleeve.

I did try to download this, add the subtitles, cause damn, it doesn’t download with the subtitles embedded. But turns out I’m kind of shit with the IT and tech stuff and it just didn’t work. And I really really wanted you to see the full thing. So, I’m trying to link this timed to the right spot, but if it doesn’t work, start watching at: 1:30:00 or around that timestamp. Be patient. Don’t fast forward from that timestamp and don’t stop until it’s over.

Kanmom’s orders.

Watch these YT links on Youtube. That button on the bottom left.

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He talks about this for around 6 minutes. 6 whole minutes.

Seeing the full 6 minutes, a couple more things stood out to me. On top of what I wrote in my above linked post.

One of them was this:

And we knew he asked not to come seek him out when it’s not an official schedule, private times in other words.

He talks about other army, you know, the respectful ones, those that don’t stalk him at the gym (and more to come, that’s the point I’m going to reach. I promise I’m on my way there).

He keeps going back to how thankful he is. And we know he is. JK loves Army.

And here comes my punch line:

This part here, to which he once again adds also when he is working out. It was left out of the translations or the clips that were shared.

And why oh why is the first thing I think of the White day photo? You know, that photo of them spending time together in a restaurant on White day. A restaurant that they frequented but stopped visiting since that day. Do you think maybe that had something to do with it? You know, the breach of their privacy?

And the home reference too. We know what he’s talking about.

I don’t know why, but him referencing those two hits harder. I think understandably so. Even his home, the physical place where he’s supposed to feel safest is not safe. And I’m not going to say the word anymore, because this isn’t something new. What’s new here is that he has finally spoken up against it. And it took being drunk to do so.

The second point has to do with those 3 characteristics a person should have according to JK. Remember them?

Respect, understanding and consideration.

If only these ‘fans’, so called fans, obsessed human beings, would take the time and listen to the person they supposedly love but don’t really (what they are is obsessed with a character they created in their head, one that mostly has nothing to do with who JK actually is).

JK ends this with a bow. He bows to us.

Like goddamn heartbreaking.

“Army, why do you cheer for us?”

Writing these words down I’m tearing up.

This here. This is where I literally broke down.

His talk about privacy was painful to hear, but these words, that he repeated twice towards the end of his live, out of nowhere, a pensive look on his face, stopping to inhale and ask again. These words. They broke me.

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(Start at 2:00:07 timestamp. We always talk about context. Not looking at something torn from it’s surroundings. What came before and after, that means a lot. So start watching from that point).

It’s not only the words, that as of themselves show such vulnerability. It’s the look on his face, the pauses, the facial expressions while thinking about it, before saying, while saying it.

After a few seconds he gathers himself up, he realizes this was a little too heavy, and he tries to move on.

My heart broke into 1000 pieces at that point. And you can say that I’m being melodramatic, and maybe I am, but at that moment, and even now writing this, a tear running down my cheek, I feel him. And what he meant can be interpreted 1001 ways, but one thing I do think is irrefutable – it came out of pain. Maybe 2 things. He wouldn’t have said it if he wasn’t drunk, which he really was by this point. And we all know wine loosens the tongue.

Can’t tell you that JK singing Lonely did my emotional state any good either.

JK falling asleep.

Bless his heart. He was drunk (toward the end it was REALLY showing), and tired and said he’s going to rest a little bit. But you know, just like JM told us, one minute he’s there with you and the next he’s out.

So, our Jungkookie, yes ours, fell asleep and started snoring, and around 15 minutes into that I guess the staff, who most likely tried to call him to wake him up and shut off the live, gave up on it and shut it down remotely, lol.

If you want to see those 15 minutes, or listen to them:

All and all this wasn’t an easy watch. There were fun parts. There were cute and funny parts. But there was also a heavy atmosphere surrounding it.

Please don’t take this where it’s not supposed to be going. I have never and will never claim to know JK’s mental state. Nor have I ever used the word that starts with D, and I won’t now either. I am not a therapist or a psychiatrist and have zero diagnostic skills.

Saying that, I am a mature person with life experiences, that include going through my own hardships in life, and including living with, loving, taking care of a neuro divergent daughter diagnosed with the pesty D word.

There are clear signs that JK is going through something.

Look, if indeed we are correct and JK is neuro divergent, this alone - no work no set schedule or structure time, it’s not really doing him good. Not having this structure, the timetable to work with, the set schedule with those around him to nudge him on, it throws him off kilter.

Then you have his introvert nature, keeping him at home much of the time.

Add to that his catalyst, his anchor is working to his bones, literally (have you seen him in his live last night?) at the moment, and the three people that grounded him over the years: Jin, Hobi and JM, are now kind of not around, not available, either at all or not enough.

And as if that wasn’t enough, then we have Bam not being well. He told us himself that Bam not being there to greet him was hard on him. Not to mention the worry for his health too.

One positive sign I did notice was the weight gain. I said it before. He was too skinny. And I don’t think that JM’s comment during JK’s mukbang live was just being cute. He was genuinely happy JK was eating.

Look, like JK said, and this is something I’ve been stressing since day 1. These guys, they’re human. I mean they have been trying to tell us this too, but some fans still struggle with the concept. And realizing that they might not be in the best mind space is something they are not willing to come to terms with (the fans that is).

JK drinking alone (yes, that means something too), getting drunk alone (and don’t give me that “but he’s with army bull”) that means something too. Him also needing that liquid courage to come out and say what he did to Army, that means something. And JK sharing what he did about his privacy. JK asking us why we cheer them. That is a person that is going through something. I can’t seem to find a better word than struggling.

It’s like when you come to the end of a road in life and still don’t have a clear path moving forward, f.i. finish high school, without a clear career or purpose paved ahead. It can be overwhelming and takes getting used to. And during that time of adjustment, you are a little lost.

This unclear future has been a reality they have all been living in since 2020. But they were living it together. And JK had JM strapped to his hip the whole time. Now it’s them each doing it on their own. Even RM is struggling, he shared some of it with us. JK, he’s the youngest, the one that has needed these young men around him, and they are/will be disappearing on him one by one.

Oh, and how could I forget, them disappearing…the why. All I’m going to say is this: Military service. One more stress factor for many reasons (worries for himself, worries for his loved ones, worries for the separation, worries for what happens during and after).

On top of that, for some time now JM has been super busy and that hip band, the one that connected them, it’s ripped. It’s not easy to get used to that kind of new reality. Think about it for a second. Who is that person that was always there the second JK was in pain, physical and emotional? He’s not absent per say, but he’s also not 100% available either. That’s life, we all live it, well most of us, our significant others aren’t with us 24/7, we don’t work together (some of us do), we don’t spend all our spare time with each other. Doesn’t make us any less strong as a couple, maybe just maybe it makes us stronger.

But for JK this wasn’t his reality for 10 years. Since the moment JM joined, they were more or less inseparable. And those that still live in that K-drama narrative where JK used to hate JM need to wake up and watch the content. Cause boys were close. Sleeping together on the floor outside the bed room so they can get up earlier and go practice together close. JK talking to JM about wanting to give up singing and JM talking him out of it close. JK hugging JM in his sleep close. And this the early years, before we even dreamt they were anything but friends. Close friends. JM even then being JK’s emotional anchor.

I keep going back to AHL and the kidnapping. Hate the show, despise the episode, but one thing you learn from that episode, and that is that JM is JK’s person. How one second it’s Suga sitting next to JK, and the next it’s JM. Cut, edit, we don’t know what went down but all of a sudden it’s JM sitting next to petrified JK. And as they are taking off their socks you even see JM patting JK carefully (on his leg), just a soft touch to calm him down.

So yeah, this person means the world to JK. Since forever. And JK has been somewhat spoilt. Because of their work and their lives and he got to have JM with him almost 24/7. But not anymore, and more so lately, now that JM has all these projects on top of a first solo album coming out.

To end my over lengthy and maybe boring to some Ted talk, all I’m getting at is that we can see JK is a little off. Anyone with eyes but without their army fantasy biased filters can see it. Sit a non army, non fan, someone who doesn’t even know who JK is, to watch this live and they will tell you something’s off. And it’s ok to say it out loud people. Doesn’t mean you love him less. I’d even say it kind of means you love him more. Because you SEE him. Like he wants us to see him. As human. With feelings. And wants. And needs. And faults. And struggles.

And bottom line, JK, I hope and have to believe that he’ll be ok. At the end of the day, he is surrounded by those that love and support him. He has a bf who is crazy about him and that we’ve seen in the past is there for him, fully. He has family that love and support him. It’s just a hard adjust. And it takes getting used to.

After finishing up my post I came by this clip, which I would like to share with you all. Some what of a fitting ending to my post:

#Jungkook #JK #JK live #JK Wlive #Youtube

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getosugurugirlfriend · 2 months

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Could we please get general relationship headcanons for Ann, Makoto, Futaba, Haru, and Sumire from Persona 5? Thank you!

Hello, yes of course, I just wanted to add that most of them are minors, so I made them 18 in this and no smut is intended here. I’m sorry for not having a lot of headcanons for sumire and haru. :( <3

English is not my first language

I will proofread it tomorrow!

Persona Girls x gn! Reader <3

Ann Takamaki ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

gf! Ann that loves to show affection towards you, not only in private also in public, has her arm around yours, constantly hand holding, her pinky linked into yours, small kisses everywhere. She loves it, but not in a pouty gf way, she just loves you so much, she wants to be on your side forever.

gf! Ann that loves being in your lap or you in hers (depends on your height). She loves having her arms around you and pressing her head into your neck.

gf! Ann that has a lot of trauma, feels grounded when you hug her long and strong, to make her feel the love you want give her.

gf! Ann that confessed on the roof on accident, by saying “I love you” , had her thinking about it for the whole day, she was really embarrassed, but really grateful, to finally have you as her partner.

gf! Ann that brings you to her photoshoots (if she is allowed to), so you both can go on cute little dates after her work is done.

gf! Ann is definitely not the type of girlfriend that wants really fancy dates, only if there is a reason to it, she enjoys being alone with you and enjoying your presence in silence.

gf! Ann that will gift you little gifts a lot, to show you her love, like: “look what I found while going to work!!”

Futaba Sakura (I chose her as my gf when I was a minor :3) ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Sojiro won’t be happy

gf! Futaba that was really flustered about your sudden confession, because she was shy about it at first, but the more she gets comfortable in your relationship, she will be really affectionate, she loves having her head on your chest and you playing with her long hair.

gf! Futaba that shows her ‘real’ personality only to you, because she is so comfortable around you.

Give her time and she will be even comfortable to be showing you off in public <3.

gf! Futaba that loves being around you in silence. If she feels like talking, you will listen to her rambling about her hyperfixations for hours.

gf! Futaba that loves being around you 24/7, also she likes to have dates in Akihabara if her anxiety is not that bad at the time, please be patient with her, she will get used to it.

Funfact: if someone is mean to you she will practically terrorise them with being hacked on their social media.

Makoto Nijima ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

She is a bit selfconscious about herself, so you need to reassure her a lot.

gf! Makoto that will blush easily about physical contact, but she loves to sit really close beside you.

gf! Makoto that loves talking a lot and you listening to her ranting about stuff she does. She likes having praises but will get really embarrassed.

gf! Makoto that wants to be a police officer in the future, putting her everything into it, but still trying to balance it with your love life.

gf! Makoto that shows her love through words.

gf! Makoto that likes going on walks with you as their date, it’s a comfortable atmosphere and there aren’t a lot of people around.

Haru Okumura ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

gf! Haru that dearly loves you from the bottom of her heart, she likes to be close to you, but need reassurance to do this.

gf! Haru that will gift you small gifts like matching rings or necklaces.

gf! Haru that likes to have at home dates or dates in the café, so she has the chance to be more open about having physical contact.

gf! Haru that likes to show small affections, like interlinking your pinkies.

Sumire / Kasumi ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

gf! Sumire that loves having you around, when she is doing sports. She would love to bring you to competitions and talk to you about her interests.

gf! Sumire that only is wearing her hair down and having her glasses on, because she trusts you to not judge her for her appearance.

gf! Sumire that loves having you on call every second, she eventually is so exhausted that she fell asleep.

gf! Sumire that feels comfortable enough to let you know about her thought and troubles.

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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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Hhhhhhhooooooowwwww am I only just now seeing this???????? Like, holy shit, congratulations on reaching 500, oh my god that’s a lot! 👏👏👏👏👏🎊🎊🎊🎉🥳

I’d love to put in an order please, I would like a topping of whipped cream and caramel, from the menu options can I please have 1, 4, 8 and 44 and from the secret menu can I get 1 (Eustass Kid I’ve been soft yet feral for this man lately and there’s not enough fluffy smut of him to sustain me)

And again, congratulations!

hiiii (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ thank you so much omg it's pretty wild i still can't believe it myself lmaooo i am so glad you asked for kid i love him, he's so grumpy 😭🥰️ also i'm terrible at fluff so hopefully this was fluffy enough for you 😊 (also ty for being patient!! 💛)

1.9k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+, mdni; there's fluff if you ignore all the nonsense he does towards the end, a pinch of angst (i'm a sucker, i can't help it) but nothing wild, kid is bad with feelings, and reader isn't any better 💛; feat. a bit of brattiness, a bit of bruising, kid's a menace & a tiny bit mean, but nothing reader can't handle (obvy). (if u see spelling/grammar mistakes no u didn't 😌)

“whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” — emily brontë

gray, puffy clouds float aimlessly across the sky, blotting out the faint orange and yellow light surrounding the slow-moving sun. the air is sticky and moist from the storm last night. with the way the wind is blowing — furious, as if it has a point to prove — coercing the already jaded sea to beat against the victoria punk mercilessly; its waves are persistent, heavy fists that are seemingly more ferocious than they really are.

eustass kid ignores all of that; he ignores the ominous and foreboding winds, ignores the incredulous look you give him when he insists on continuing with his meal, and ignores your protests when you squeal after he pulls the thick blanket off of you.

slinging your arms around his neck, you try to siphon some of the warmth radiating from his body. “you’re impossible,” you murmur in between sleepy kisses, your lips moving against his softly and tenderly, while also somehow manages to give him a burst of energy.

“i thought you were ‘fearless’,” he says mockingly, lips twisting into a sly grin, one that drives you to smack his chest playfully as you roll your eyes. “you can’t tap out now, i’m hungry.”

if you had the energy to fight him, you really would; but kid has a tendency to take all of your snark and sharp words as foreplay, which is exactly how you ended up in his bed last night. an unnecessary argument over a spilled drink and a broken plate — one where he kept goading and baiting, where you fell into his trap without question — that resulted in heated kisses, hurried hands tugging on your clothes clumsily until kid got fed up and ripped them in half. with a flushed face and heaving chest, you called him a beast; he laughed in response, his voice low and husky, as he bent you over his bed and fucked you.

“incredible. absolutely unbelievable.” your words don’t phase him — not that you need them to, you just want him to know that that’s how you feel. “you should probably see a doctor for your condition, y’know.” you sit up and eye him warily, your gaze drifting lower as you take in his erection. “all that vitality can’t be healthy.” it’s a joke that you throw at him from time to time, but sometimes you do wonder how a man like him has that much stamina.

“like i said before,” he reminds you as patiently as he can, his hand grabbing your face to pull you close again, “i’m hungry.” except this sort of hunger has kept him up late at night, where all he can do is angrily fist his cock to keep himself from waking you up again.

you squirm a bit, face heating at his unspoken words — ones that sit heavily between you — goosebumps crawling down your arms as his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. he tugs on your lip playfully, eyelids lowering, voice terribly hypnotic when he speaks again.

“open your mouth.”

it’s not so much of a command as it is a friendly suggestion — but you know better. you let out a soft sigh when your lips finally part and he slides two fingers in your mouth; instinctively, you begin to suck, tongue running flat against their length before you take them in deeper. he’s always very impressed with your skill, with the way you treat his fingers with the same way you handle his cock — graceful movements, soft lips, a very willing mouth and tongue. if he died now, he certainly would do so with a stupid grin on his face.

he hates it, so fucking much.

“enough,” he manages to let out as he reluctantly plucks his fingers away from your beguiling mouth. you look at him curiously even as you hitch your leg around his hip, rubbing against his cock greedily.

“hurry up then.” it’s not in your nature to be openly needy, but lately he’s had you under a spell of sorts, one that coils itself around your body, suffocating any logic that dares to enter your mind. kid lets out a quiet groan when you roll on top of him and grind your hips against his; eager, greedy, but he likes it. even says as much when he slaps your ass and tells you to move faster.

whatever fatigue that cloaked itself around you earlier has disappeared entirely; all you can think about is having him inside you all over again. your pussy glides along his length with ease, your arousal dripping onto him as he bucks his hips up against yours.

“kid,” you whine hopelessly, pausing your movements to look at him — so pretty and so pitiful — blinking as you bite down on your lip. if his pride didn’t continuously get in the way, he’d tell you that you look cute like that, face flushed, lips swollen from kissing him repeatedly. “help me out,” you say softly, nails gently raking down his skin.

you know he’s only doing this to tease you, but you really can’t handle any of that right now. “please,” you add in the end, annoyed with the smug look he’s sporting as he places a hand on your hip.

“now you want my help? i’m touched.” he’s going to milk this for as long as he can, especially when he rubs the thick head of his cock against your folds, earning him a series of soft whimpers from you. “i like seeing you like this,” he says for the fourth time in twenty-four hours; what he means is, he likes when you have to rely on him, likes when you’re so hopelessly drawn to his body, likes when you’re as obsessed with him as he is with you.

telling him off is the last thing on your mind when you finally sink down onto his cock, his girth every bit as imposing as it was hours ago. his grip tightens, more than likely you’ll bruise later on, but it doesn’t matter. you’re too focused on regulating your breathing as you relax, not wanting to overwhelm yourself before anything can happen. similarly, he’s also telling himself to relax, to not act as crudely as his impulses are telling him to act. he lets you take the lead, tucking an arm behind his head, as he watches you ride him.

you move your hips slowly, rolling and grinding until you find a pace you’re comfortable with. your thighs tremble and you breathe shallowly, an ache building in your abdomen, encouraging you to increase your pace. it’s his fault, but you’re the one doing the work; that smug attitude never leaves him, he enjoys seeing you struggle to take him, each roll of your hips more labored than the last.

“c’mon,” he says, orange eyes — sharp and wolfish — landing on yours, making you swallow back whatever retort you had for him. “i know you can do better than that.”

it’s not for lack of trying on your part, you’re just tired and he knows that, but that’s a you problem in his book. and, because you’re feeling bratty, you clench around his hardened length, enjoying the way his face contorts as he fights back a moan. it’s precisely that bratty attitude that he wants to fuck out of you.

your pussy is warm and tight, much more captivating than his hand could ever be, when his grip on your hip tightens, hips snapping upward as he plunges his cock into you deeply.

“don’t complain,” he says in warning, but he knows you won’t, not when he’s rolling so you’re beneath him, pulling out just so he can slam back into you again.

normally, you’d be a little more mindful about keeping your voice down, but you can’t do that when kid gives you brutal strokes like that, your cunt squeezing around him tight enough to put him into a frenzy. his lips are on your neck as soon as you wrap your legs around him, holding him close; he bites you several times over, licking and kissing each spot as he powers into you relentlessly. he’d meant to take it easy, to let you have your way, but you were taking too damn long, and he knows that eventually the rest of the crew will wake, and he doesn’t want to deal with their incessant comments about how in love he is with you.

they’re liars, that’s what he tells himself; it’s what he keeps telling himself when you sigh in pleasure, breasts bouncing as you gladly take his rough thrusts, enjoying the way his cock fills your pussy and the way his balls slap against your ass.

his name falls off of your lips in a chant that increases in tempo and pitch, voice strained as his hips jerks against yours. he’s annoyed with how much he likes seeing your flushed skin — soft and supple, neck and chest littered with marks courtesy of one insatiable eustass kid — and how much he enjoys the way you arch into him when he leans down to kiss you.

your heart is at capacity, you fear — especially because he takes his time kissing you, tongue gliding into your mouth without prompting, sloppily swallowing your gasps and moans, hips knocking against yours as his strokes get shorter and harder. your fingers thread through his hair, tugging on the strands roughly as he chuckles against your lips, the vibrations rippling down your body as a tremor takes over.

because he’s such a generous and kind person, he grabs onto your legs and drapes them over his shoulders as he leans forward, his cock reaching a spot so deep that you start telling him irresponsible things like, i love you and don’t stop, don’t ever stop. it messes with his head, so he tries not to think about it — tries not to think about the way you look at him, as if you actually mean those words. a traitorous flush crawls onto his cheeks and ears; he ignores that too.

instead, kid focuses on the lewd noises that your pussy makes each time he pounds into you; it echoes around the room, the headrest bumping against the wall as kid fucks you remorselessly. again, he marvels at your tenacity, at your soft smiles and breathy moans, finding himself more and more entranced the longer his cock stays inside of you.

kid, quite literally, fucks you senseless; so much that when your orgasm approaches, you hardly see it coming. as your pussy clamps down mercilessly around his cock, you buck your hips wildly, a few tears spilling onto your cheeks, ones that he licks away before kissing you again, his own orgasm finding him shortly after. while he likes pulling out and cumming on various parts of your body, he doesn’t this time; he’s not sure what compels him — although, he’ll somehow find a way to blame it on the gloomy weather — but as his hips slow, as both of you attempt to catch your breaths, you drop your legs, and he brushes some of your hair off your face.

your yawn is contagious, and he finds himself yawning too, reluctantly pulling out but not straying far from you when he lays back down on the bed. you curl up against him, fingers tracing shapes on the palm of his hand; he wants to ask why you do that, why you never seem apprehensive about him or about any of this. but if he ever found that courage to ask, you wouldn’t have an answer for him. it just feels… natural to do so, nothing more, nothing less.

you’re completely at ease, and even though he’d rather die than admit any of this, he feels at home whenever you’re by his side.

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luveline · 2 years

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would you please do sirius and reader with chronic pain? thank u so much lovely 💖💖

I dont have chronic pain so if there is anything inaccurate or inauthentic please let me know! thank you for your request <3

You know as soon as you wake up that today is not going to be a good day, pain wise. You’re determined anyhow, because Sirius Black has asked you out on a date. Sirius Black. A date.

You do the things that you can. You shower and feel white hot, dizzy enough to sit on the toilet seat for a long ten minutes afterwards with your head in your hands. You get dressed. You do your hair. You blink away tears, an inescapable panging reverberating through your whole body. Pain and frustration; you’re hurting and you want it to stop, want to go on a simple date with a nice boy without this constant pain.

You laugh to yourself at the thought. A cool boy, you amend your thoughts.

You’re not dressed well, for the pain or the weather. Still, hours later outside The Charm, Sirius says, “You look killer.”

It’s a pretty pub with dark wooden beams and a huge TV in the corner. From your window seat in a padded booth you can see a gorgeous garden and a small play area with two young kids running and climbing all over. I miss being able to do that, you think.

Sirius is watching you when you turn back.

“What?” you ask, smiling.

He doesn’t smile so much as his eyes close a fraction, heavy black lashes edging his blue, almost grey irises. “Nothing.”

You’re stopped from questioning him further when the waitress comes to take your order. Sirius asks for a lemonade. You don’t expect it of him.

“It’s quiet in here,” he says.

You’re distracted by pain.

“But well decorated,” he adds.

You smile and rush to answer, afraid of seeming stiff. “The telly is distracting me.” Mostly a lie.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, arm moving behind him as he leans back to take in the rather large TV screen. He reads the headline. “Small group of ducks removed from family swimming pool. Lucky ducks.”

He turns back to you. You look down at your hands and try to breathe in a way that doesn’t sound so pained. It is possibly one of the worst times to have a bad flare up. You really, really like Sirius, and you think he likes you when you’re not so quiet and evasive, eyes pointed at your trembling fingers. You press them flat to the table and wince.

Sirius edges forwards over the table. "Can I ask you something?"

You blink and nod and he nods in return, fingers stretching towards you as he leans in. He speaks quietly. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I-" you clear your throat. "I'm fine."

"You don't look very well," he says, "I know you're not supposed to say that to girls when you fancy them, but you're shaking."

You stammer through an explanation. "I'm sorry, I just- I. You know about my… condition," you say.

He nods patiently.

"It's bad today, that's all."

"You're hurting?" he asks.

"A bit."

Understatement of the year. You shift in your seat uncomfortably, not knowing what to expect. The waitress saves you from saying anything else, from Sirius' answer, putting your drinks down in front of you confidently.

"Awesome. Uh, could I ask a favour?" Sirius asks the waitress. She smiles as he powers on. "Could we get the food to go? If it's not too much trouble."

Your heart breaks a little bit in your chest, a feeling like cracking over your skin. It must show on your face how affected you are because Sirius, in a way you've never seen, flinches.

"I'm happy you're here," he says, something hot in his voice, a roughness, "but I-" He scrubs a hand through his hair and tries again. "Not to be forward, but would you let me look after you?"

You gawp. Sirius grimaces.

"I mean. We can go home. Sit somewhere that isn't these back aching chairs, get you a proper cup of tea. You don't look like you should be out of bed, darling."

You nibble the corner of your bottom lip, conflicted.

"Sirius, I can look after myself. I can. I do it everyday."

He looks properly chastised. "Right, I'm sorry. I shouldn't assume."

"Maybe not," you say, smiling, "but. If you want to look after me," your voice dips to a murmur, "that's okay with me. I'm really not feeling very well."

"Right," he says. He grins like you've pulled one over on him and he loves it.

The food comes and Sirius ushers you with a heart searing amount of care into his car, the takeaway boxes hot on your lap. You go back to your place because that's where all your things are, and you're glad for it when not long after you're in your comfiest clothing and Sirius has borrowed a mismatched pair of pajamas. He looks very cute in lilac plaid bottoms. You eat dinner on the sofa and give up halfway through. Sirius gives up with you without any complaints, traipsing after you into your kitchen.

He watches you fill your hot water bottle with a startling intensity.

"What?" you ask, laughing under your breath. "Why're you watching me? Go sit back down."

"I wanna know how to do it."

"The hot water bottle?"

"Yeah. When you need it hot again, I'll know."

You bite back a smile and show him. You turn from him to take a handful of painkillers and he's frowning when you turn back around.

"Is it awful?" he asks. He instantly looks apologetic but doesn't take back the question.

"It's bad. But I have to live with it, so…"

You try your best to sound unaffected. Sometimes, when you have to deal with it everyday, people expect you to get used to it. But it's not something you can get used to. You think you're used to the pain and then realise how horrified you are with everything else - the days off, the life you can't lead, the permanent nature of it. You come to terms with that and suddenly the pain is flaring up and unimaginable, and you think - how am I going to do this forever?

Sirius stops leaning on the counter to open his arms.

You step into them, his affection burning through an invisible layer, filling you with a comforting relief.

"Poor girl," he says, and he doesn't sound condescending.

"It's really okay," you say quietly.

He rubs your back, long and slow, pulling your shirt up a silver with every sweep of his hand. You've hugged him before, though not like this. He smells like cedar.

"Sorry about our date," you murmur, feeling slightly sorry for him and very sorry for yourself.

"Hey, don't be. I only wanted to spend time with you. I don't care if that's here or at some dingy pub."

"It wasn't dingy," you murmur.

He laughs and it vibrates through his chest and into yours, his hands careful but adoring where they caress you. "Wasn't the point."

You stall, arms tight around his back. You could get used to this, this closeness, this feeling.

"Don't be sorry," he says, barely discernible, the ghost of his lips against your temple and his breath hot on your skin. "I just wanted to see you."

There, from under the pain – excitement. Dizzy pleasure. Knowing that you stand at the beginning of love.

The hug ends before you really want it to and Sirius nudges you with his hip until you're back on the sofa. He straightens the blanket over your legs and slouches beside you, his side pressed to your side and your hand pulled into his lap. He toys with your fingers.

You lean your head against his shoulder, chest rising and falling, staggered breaths.

His hand moves to the hot water bottle, at first feeling for warmth. He leaves it there and you're unsure whether it's forgetful or on purpose. Either way, it's nice.

"Anything I can do, sweet thing?" he whispers.

You sigh, almost happy, almost content. "No, this is good."

When you shudder and twinge and your breathing hikes he puts a tentative arm behind your neck and talks quietly to distract you. A steady constant, the dulcet tone of his voice, like a tether through the fog.

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markie-baby · 16 days

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If You Love Me | pt.2

🌹Fluff/Smut (18+ MA) Part I 🌹Black Female Reader x Mark Tuan 🌹language, highly descriptive sex scenes, spit-play, neck area, ear area, mentions of marriage 🌹word count: 10,147 🌹After months of absence, Mark surprises you with a getaway trip to the Mediterranean, but his hidden agenda unveils a life-changing surprise that alters your relationship forever. 🌹Ya'll really got this to 20 notes 😭I really didn't expect it 'cuz I felt like the story was way longer and wasn't as well written as Butt-Naked at The MGM✨ (which ya'll have been running TF UP) I don't know what to say other than thank you. Writing Smut again has been therapeutic in a strange way. I will continue writing female-focused consensual and SAFE smut for K-pop h0es!!! Much love. 📢I will be taking a short break from my main boo, Mark Tuan (we're not breaking up I swear) Just have some other K-pop daddies I have been neglecting. If you are a fan of #KARD you might be seeing a BM fantasy coming soon. 👀

~ The Next Morning

You woke up to the warmth of bright sunlight hitting your face.

You had slept so soundly that you felt fully rested, instead of exhausted from being awake late the previous night. As you recalled the events of the night before, a sleepy smile appeared on your face. Memories of how your incredible prince treated you like a princess would satisfy anyone's needs, but your biggest gain was just that you got to spend some quality time with him. You reached out to the opposite side of the bed, hoping to touch the skin of your man, only to feel the crinkle of cold sheets in return. Mark was not in bed.

You immediately frowned, got out of bed, and pulled one of his shirts over your bare body. It was slightly too big for you but being engulfed in his smell after months of not being able to touch him, was utterly satisfying. Just as you stumbled out of the room and made your way down the stairs, the smell of hot, fresh breakfast filled your nose.

You walked to the kitchen and saw Mark's toned back facing you. You quietly inched closer behind him, hugged him by the waist, and poked your face to his side.

"Hey you," Mark greeted you with a grin.

"Hey," you smiled back.

"Good Morning," he turned to you and gave you a morning kiss. "Looks like I'm not the only one with a good pair of sneaky hands."

"Not sorry," you gave a devilish grin.

"Sit down, I just made us breakfast," Mark told you as he pulled the omelets off the skillet with a spatula and placed each delicately on their own plate.

"Thank you, Markie. You didn't have to do this." You said, sitting on the barstool stool at the island. "But since you made me stay up and took the energy out of me last night, I guess it's well deserved."

He sets a glass of orange juice in front of you.

"You're so dramatic," He chuckled.

"You mean super cute?" You asked through a pout.

Mark's adorable laugh filled the kitchen.

When the last plate was on the counter, you returned to your seat and gave him a cheeky smile. Mark barely resisted the urge to kiss right then and there as he covered his laughter with a quiet sigh.

"Now can we eat?"

"Of course, thank you, Mark. This looks amazing."

"No problem, love." He pulled his stool closer to the counter and sat next to you.

You both finished your breakfast quietly while playing footsie until Mark broke the silence.

"So, are you excited for the trip?" he smiled at you.

"Yeah, especially since I had no idea I was even going on a trip in the first place. Are you gonna give me any clues as to where we are going?" You said, playfully pouting your bottom lip.

"No, it's a surprise, remember? You just have to be patient. We leave the day after tomorrow, so start packing."

You smiled at him, satisfied with his answer. As he sat up, still chewing his last bite, you just stared, taking in everything about him. He had such a genuine personality and you loved it, so you continued, watching his concentrated expression. He finally looked at you, his intense gaze boring into you. The edges of his eyes crinkled as his lips stretched into a smile. God, he was beautiful.

"Now why do you keep staring at me like that?" He laughed.

"Like what?" You asked innocently.

Mark knew you well. His words only said 'stop,' but his eyes didn't match. He couldn't say no to you. He could deny it all he wanted, but you knew him too well to know that he liked it. Suddenly the atmosphere became tenser, and heat pooled in your stomach when you remembered how he looked down at you last night in the shower. Your eyes almost glossed over, and you immediately bit the corner of your lip.

"If you think that by staring at me like that you can convince me to do something, then you're wrong," he grabbed both plates and placed them in the sink.

"Mmhm, whatever, you love it," you teased, sticking your tongue out at him.

Mark walked back over to you, his hands found your waist and pulled you close.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he got closer to you.

"I haven't got enough of you yet," he breathed before taking your lips into a slow and passionate kiss. His body pressed against yours, not leaving any room between you. Mark broke the kiss by nibbling your lower lip.

He slowly licked the path to your ear and whispered, "Tell me what you want..."

You cradled his head closer. "I want to know where the fuck you're taking me on vacation." You moved your hands away from his neck as you dashed up the stairs, giggling.

"Come back here!" He jokingly called from downstairs and a few seconds later, his footsteps could be heard bounding up the stairs. Before you knew it you felt Mark's arms wrap tightly around and lift you in the air.

"Shit!!"

You giggled as he threw you both on the bed, running his nose along your neck and collarbone.

"So are you going to tell me where we're going?"

Mark buried his face into your chest and spoke in a muffled voice, "Not telling," The vibration from his voice sent tickles into your body, causing Mark to look up and laugh.

"You're just too cute." He reached for your cheek, cupping it with his hand and gently brushing your skin.

You say "I'll be even cuter, after hearing where we're going." You wiggled your eyebrows.

Mark groaned. He could see that you weren't completely persuaded, so he slowly walked over to the nightstand next to your shared bed and opened its drawer. After an anxious few seconds of shuffling around, Mark pulled out a red envelope.

"What's that?" You asked as he walked towards you.

"Our flight info. That's all you're getting out of me. No more spoiling the surprise."

You carefully took the envelope from his grasp as Mark stood over you. You unfolded the tucked sheet of folded paper and navigated the text until you saw his name. You read the location aloud:

Destination: LAX - SKG

You paused as your brows furrowed in confusion. "SKG?"

"That's Greece," Mark whispered, his gaze switching between your eyes and lips.

"Mark! Ahhhhhh!!!" You yelped before launching onto him, almost sending him flying back. He looked up at you and let out a laugh. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

You planted sloppy, wet kisses across his face before his hands slipped from under him and he fell back against the mattress with you.

"I'm glad you like the surprise." Mark looked up at you with a wide grin, showing off his pearly white teeth.

You blushed. "This is romantic, Markie."

You nuzzled your nose against his. He reached his hands up and interlaced his fingers with your own.

"Seven days, just the two of us, with a beautiful beach and breathtaking scenery."

"A whole week alone...? Mark...do you realize what you're saying? No cameras, no schedules?" You say sarcastically.

"I know. I'm just as excited as you are. There's no rush, we can take things as fast or as slow as we'd like to. We can sightsee and take pictures and eat tons of delicious food." Mark grinned.

You chuckled in response as Mark placed a kiss on your cheek.

"But honestly," Marks lifted his head and turned his eyes from you. "I don't care who sees us together." He stopped, blushing slightly, "I doubt any fans will see us in Greece, but even if they do, I want you by my side. Not ten feet behind me."

He reached up and stroked your cheek, slowly running his thumb against the dark tint of your skin.

"I'd love that, Mark." Your heart was beating fast, and you could feel your blood thumping through your veins. Your palms felt slightly clammy and a flush of warmth rushed to your cheeks. Mark's confession was adorable to you, even though it sounded like something a child would say, Mark did so in a way that could make you melt like gooey caramel. His words radiated sincerity and you couldn't contain the flutter in your stomach, let alone hide the stupidly happy expression on your face. After spending the morning curled up with Mark and marathoning a slew of series on Netflix, you both finally got a well-deserved nap.

The anticipation leading up to the trip to Greece had been building for days, and you were filled with a restless excitement that lasted throughout the entire sixteen-hour plane ride. As you landed in Thessaloniki, the view was truly breathtaking. You were immediately struck by the explosion of colors, mountains, and gorgeous buildings that surrounded the plane. Everything was so unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

You were able to pass through customs quickly, and the moment you stepped outside, the warm Mediterranean sun hit your face. You were greeted with a colorful array of sights, sounds, and smells. Mark was holding your hand, and you felt his grip tighten as you squeezed his hand in excitement.

"We're finally here," he said, smiling.

"Mark, this is incredible."

"Come on, let's get our luggage and go. We have a car waiting for us."

Mark led you to the luggage claim, and you quickly found your bags. He insisted on carrying them as the two of you made your way out of the airport. Outside, a driver was waiting for you, and he helped load your luggage into the trunk of the car. You and Mark climbed into the back seat, and the driver started the engine.

As your driver made her way to the property, you felt Mark's warm palm clasp perfectly with yours, like a puzzle piece. It was a small gesture, but it made you feel a sense of completeness that hadn't been felt in a long time. Mark drew a long, meaningful gaze into your eyes, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away. You felt your heart race as Mark leaned in, closed his eyes, and gently kissed your warm lips. It was a moment that you would never forget, and it was just the beginning of what would be an unforgettable trip.

As you pulled up to the house, you were in awe. You have found yourself far from the busy city of Thessaloniki, to the more intimate beach town of Ayía Triás. The beach house that Mark had rented was beautiful. Stucco walls coated a one-story tan house. An archway led you inside the entryway from the courtyard. A terrace filled with white wicker furniture had a glass cocktail table with a large umbrella for shade. Even better was the location. Although the house was directly on the beach, it provided seclusion and privacy that made the island feel as though it were the only place in the world. From where you were standing, there wasn't a single cloud in the sky.

"So, what do you think?" Mark asked with a big grin on his face.

"I can't believe this is where we are staying."

You were dumbfounded as the two of you made their way inside. This area of the house was decorated with bright modern colors, shades of teal and white reflected in the decoration and furniture. In the middle of the living room area was a large sectional couch facing the back terrace and a sparkling pool.

"My good friend's family owns the property, and they often rent it out to their friends and family," Mark said as he placed the suitcases next to the entryway. "Since we are visiting during a non-seasonal time of year, there was no issue with me renting it."

"It's gorgeous Mark." You wrapped your arms tightly around him, giggling with delight.

Mark slid his arms over your shoulders, bringing your body close to his and returning the embrace. He took the opportunity to whisper into your ear.

"There's so much I want to see with you here." He started with his eyes fixated on you, not even a second without glancing.

"Me too," You said in-between a yawn. "But we should get some rest after that long plane ride."

He nodded in agreement before yawning himself. "Let's check out the bedroom."

His fingers danced lightly across your shoulders as he gestured for you to lead the way. You walked across the glossy wood floor to a spacious master bedroom where you quickly dropped all of your heavy bags. You eyed the large, king-sized bed, adorned with a deep coffee frame and fluffy linen sheets. Mark was close behind and once you saw him enter the doorway, you immediately peeled off your jeans and shirt, exposing your lacy underwear set.

Mark stopped midway as his eye caught you stripping, and he watched you confidently discard your top and bra. He glanced at your body from behind. His stare was obvious, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself. Once you were bare, you carefully folded your clothes, and you neatly stacked them in a small pile beside your suitcase.

Mark appeared in your peripheral vision with his eyes gazing all over your beautiful caramel-colored skin. "We should take a nice, long shower, don't you think?"

You giggled softly as he placed his hands on your warm thighs, tracing small circles with the pad of his thumb. The warm pads of his fingers felt nice as he slipped his fingers slowly into the thin fabrics of your underwear and gave a firm squeeze to your bottom.

"Yes, we should. But I think you may be talking 'bout something else." You smirked and bopped his nose. "You know we're both too tired for that."

Mark groaned, sounding almost pouty, and pulled his fingers away.

"You really kill a guy's vibe sometimes." The mischievous glimmer in his eyes showed how much he loved teasing you.

You both took a shower before you jumped on the bed, stealing one of Mark's bigger shirts to wear to bed and tucking your hair inside your bonnet. As Mark stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, it hung past his hips, resting just below his v-line. Mark strolled over to his duffle bag, letting you eye his still-damp body glistening in the late afternoon light.

"Which side of the bed you want?"

Without taking your eyes off him, you moved to the side closest to the window and let your head fall back on the cloud-like pillow. His abs flexed as he bent over and searched through his bag for a new pair of boxers to wear. Just the way his muscles moved under his skin enticed you so much.

"Do you plan on staring for the rest of the night?" he chuckled.

"Maybe," You curled your body, letting the cover bounce off you with a quiet rustling. "Just admiring the view."

Mark threw the wet towel into the hamper before sliding into a pair of his Calvin's and turned off the light, leaving the room to glow orange in the evening light. Allowing yourself to melt into the mattress, the thick duvet and soft pillowcase cradled your head like a cloud. With Mark tucked warmly under the covers, you instinctively moved towards him until you felt his body heat coming from his pillow. Mark smiled in the dark and mirrored you, shifting to his side, tilting his head slightly down, and his chest grazed the skin between your shoulder blades.

"Thanks for going on this trip with me," Mark spoke lowly.

"Well, it's not like I had a choice", You joked. "You most definitely planned a whole trip without my knowledge."

Mark scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Stop pretending that you didn't enjoy the surprise."

"Of course I did," You smiled. "But next time, ask before you make a trip or whatever,"

"Okay fine, but then it wouldn't be a surprise anymore would it?" Mark said matter-of-factly. He leaned forward and planted his heart-shaped lips on your cheek. You swatted your hand in a half-hearted attempt to push him away before surrendering to his warm embrace. He brought his nose to the crook of your neck and started to place slow kisses on your flesh.

"But seriously, it means a lot that we're here together." He reached forward and caressed the skin on your arm.

You could feel his muscles tensing and relaxing under his skin as you drew your hand slowly up and down his arm, not a word came to you, so you shifted your gaze up to Mark, to see his heavy-lidded eyes studying you.

"There's no one else that I'd rather be with." You finally mustered up a whisper.

His hands found their way under the shirt, and Mark dragged his fingertips across your abdomen, feeling your warm soft skin against his palms. Mark teasingly tugged at the bottom hem of your shirt before his hands began to slide underneath it slowly.

"Baby.." a soft gasp escaped his lips. "No panties?" Mark stopped for a moment with widened eyes.

"Oops, Must've forgotten to slip it on." You said nonchalantly.

Mark ached against you through his clothes and groaned. "You're making it so hard to keep my hands off you..."

"And…why would you be stopping yourself?"

"I kinda want the next time to be a little more... special." Mark gave a gentle smirk. "Maybe after a nice dinner date on the beach or something," he whispers, planting another kiss on your neck.

You hummed in response to his soft lips against your skin, but you were also confused. What exactly was this 'surprise'? A romantic Mediterranean getaway on a hidden cove already sounded like the most special thing. It didn't make any sense, but a part of you felt giddy and flustered just thinking about it.

"Hmmm...okay," you said, playing along. You were already content, as Mark remained curled against you.

"Besides, It's not like I get many dates with my girl, right?"

"No, you're right." Your smile faded. You were painfully aware that Mark is an idol, and his relationships are heavily scrutinized, especially his dating life. Mark was fairly reserved, but you knew that his dating life was a topic that fans liked to dig into. You had witnessed firsthand how news about Mark would go viral within the Korean fan base and how the articles would get wilder as they evolved with speculation. Some of his fans were eager to paint any potential dating partner of Mark's as someone ready to take advantage of Mark's money or popularity. It hurt you sometimes to watch this unfold in front of you and Mark, but Mark didn't allow fans' speculation to faze him.

Mark squeezed the skin on your hips before speaking, his deep and sultry voice echoed through the room. "I’ll give you your next surprise tonight, then." Mark's warm voice returned you from your thoughts.

What?

You lay there and processed the thought until you felt Mark's long arms wrap around your torso and pull you snugly against his well-toned chest. You melted back into him as Mark nuzzled his chin atop your shoulder, pulling you into a loose, comfortable spoon. A sense of joy filled your heart and you were incredibly content with how your relationship was moving with Mark. You enjoyed his companionship and felt happy anytime he was close by.

"I love you." His voice was a whisper.

"I love you too."

Mark smiled against your hair and tightened his hold for a moment, then relaxed. The sound of waves lapping at the beach soothed you, and you closed your eyes, allowing the tiredness from traveling to take you.

After an hour or so of dozing off, you were awakened by the softness of Mark's lips on your cheek. "Wake up sleepy-head."

His voice was low, husky. You looked at the clock which read 4:45 pm. As your vision adjusted to the dim light, you propped yourself on your elbows, pushing the duvet off your shoulders, while blinking away the sleep from your eyes. Mark chuckled lightly to himself as he got up from the bed.

"Let's go into town and explore a little before our beach date later." He urged, playfully dragging you out of bed by your ankles.

"Can we nap a bit longer?" You smiled at him and patted the space next to you.

Mark groaned and resisted your tempting offer for snuggling. "If we fall back asleep, I'd rather it be during the sunset on the beach, cuddling."

A yawn left your body at the thought of lying lazily in Mark's arms until you heard Mark mention cuddling. It sounded great, and the idea of stretching in the sunset beckoned you.

"Sunset?" You mumbled. "...Fine."

Grudgingly, you pushed yourself out of bed and made your way into the bathroom, but not before stealing a quick kiss from Mark on the way. You freshened yourself up, fixed your hair, applied some makeup, and slipped into a sundress. When you stepped back into the bedroom, you realized that the sky was now a vibrant shade of orange.

As you peered outside the windows, you could see Mark standing in the courtyard, gazing up at the sky. He wore a pair of loose shorts and a loose white linen button-up with the top two buttons undone. There was something about seeing him in white that struck you differently. It made him look angelic, almost angel-like, and you couldn't take your eyes off him. He stood tall in the courtyard with his hands clasped behind his back, and you had a perfect view from the window in the hallway. You stood there for a few seconds, completely mesmerized. Mark eventually caught a glimpse of you in the reflection of the window and spun around with a big grin on his face. With a bright twinkle in his eye, he took a few long strides over to you, cradled your face, and kissed you passionately.

"You look so beautiful". His eyes were wide with wonder as he stared at you in the setting sky.

You blushed and pressed your cheek against his warm palms.

As Mark finished speaking, he looked down, removing his gaze from your face, seemingly searching for words. His gaze dropped down to your waist. Mark drew his hand away from your cheek and clutched the strap on the side of your dress. Mark traced the trim of your sundress with the pad of his thumb as you took a few steps forward. With one small step, you closed the distance between your bodies, feeling his heart beating in rhythm with yours as his toned muscles were pressed against your chest. The warm breeze blew through his hair as Mark's eyes met yours once more, taking your hand and squeezing it tightly. He started to turn away from you with a wide grin spreading across his cheeks, his bunny teeth peeking past his lips.

"Follow me," Mark said with a husky voice while leading you into the courtyard and outside the front of the house.

The air was warm, not too hot, as you both walked the stone road to your destination. The scents of fresh fish, cheeses, olives, and many more delicacies wafted through the air. Several charming shops seemed to beckon you. You passed by countless restaurants, bustling with energy and action. You both didn't know where to stop at first. All was so bright, beautiful, and new to you.

You and Mark did try many local delicacies, from bazali sigripeko- a roasted eggplant puree, krotzu- Greek pork belly, souvlaki- pork and/or chicken grilled on a skewer, melokoureto- a walnut and honey dessert, and horiatiki salad- a fresh, traditional Greek salad made with fresh vegetables like tomatoes, cucumbers, olives, onion, bell pepper, and feta cheese topped with oregano, olive oil, and black pepper. Throughout the entire time you and Mark walked around, Mark never let go of your hand. Before you knew it, it was well past six o'clock, and the sun was beginning to set.

"Ready to watch the show?" Mark stared out at the sea, his face outlined by the glow of the setting sun.

"Let's go," You squeezed Mark's hand.

The two of you walked back out of town, back towards the intimate comfort of your rented villa. Together, you followed a cobblestone walkway carved into the back of the house and led down to the beach. Your breath hitched when the water came into sight as it glittered a brilliant gold in the evening light. The surface was still and you could almost see each grain of sand beneath the reflection.

As you both reached the last few cobblestones, you set your shoes aside. Mark let go of your hand and looked you in the eyes. His gaze was intense, unyielding, and sent your pulse racing.

"Don't get mad at me," Mark's gaze didn't falter, "But I'm gonna give you your surprise now."

"Another one??" You rolled your eyes, secretly enjoying the ongoing spoiling. "You spoiling me a lot, babe." Mark approached you and wrapped an arm around you, leading you down the next couple of steps towards the ground floor.

"All worth it," Mark reassured. "Close your eyes." Mark chuckled, playing the guide. You obeyed and covered your eyes with both hands. Mark placed a hand on your back, leading you down onto the soft, fine, and warm sands.

You giggled lightly at the contrast of the warm sand to your skin. It felt so different to you as you savored each texture under your feet as they dug into the sand with each step. You loved the sounds and how it felt to be walking on sand.

"Where are we going?" A cool sea breeze blew around Mark and yourself, kissing your bare shoulders as it gently sent your sundress ruffling against your skin. Mark gently nudged you to stand still in one area.

"Okay open your eyes," Mark removed your hands from over your eyes.

You opened your eyes to see the beautiful view in front of you: an elegant setting on the cove, with a bottle of champagne on the white-clothed table, along with candles all around. Mark had even decorated the area with strings of fairy lights that hung around the poles for privacy, illuminating the table underneath the orange sky. You covered your mouth.

"Surprised?" Mark chuckled, gently nudging you. You spun to face him with wide, sparkling eyes and threw yourself into Mark's chest, hugging him tightly.

"Mark... this is... so beautiful". Tears began to well in your eyes.

Mark chuckled again. His chest rumbled as he wrapped an arm around your back in a comfortable snug.

Mark cleared his throat, pulling your attention back. "Okay, okay, don't go crying on me yet". His smile never faded as his arm left your shoulders and then gestured towards the table, allowing you to take a closer look. You slowly made your way over with Mark following behind. A silver bucket filled halfway with ice held a bottle of wine. The label read Dom Perignon Rose Champagne Gold Label Rosé- a famous champagne from Champagne, France. Your hands cupped over your mouth.

"Mark.. How much was this bottle of wine..?? It's super expensive".

"Nah, the label alone is expensive but the wine is like... I'm not gonna tell you the price. Knowing you, You're gonna scold me even more".

You slapped Mark gently on his shoulders a few times for spoiling you as Mark caught your wrists in his hand. "Hey, we got to celebrate". Mark silenced your scolding by planting a kiss on the back of your palm. Mark motioned for you to take a seat, which you gladly obeyed. The sun began to sink further into the ocean, painting the sky with its final shades.

Mark popped open the bottle poured a glass of sparkling rosé liquid into the two crystal glasses and handed it over to you before seating himself next to you.

Mark chuckled "Okay before I do the toast, stop. Just stare at that sky over there first."

You lifted your head to where Mark was referring to. Your lips slightly parted as you stared, mesmerized by how it glimmered a bright orange color in the sunset. A golden sparkle came off of each wave that crashed on the shore as the salty winds whipped through the atmosphere.

"The sunset is pretty."

"Yeah. Sure is pretty" Mark stared at you intensely, "The prettiest sight ever." Mark gazed upon your face, glowing in the evening light as his eyes took in every inch of your beauty. His eyes danced around every feature of your face; your eyes, lips, your cheekbones. He stared intently at your beautiful pink lips with a gleam of want and neediness in his eye as you snapped back to Mark. You realized that he was gazing upon you instead of the sunset.

You took another sip of the champagne, its bubbles tickling your nose. "This feels like a fairy tale..." You continued, "I'm having such a wonderful time with you. Thank you for this."

Mark looked thoughtful. "Don't thank me yet." You scrunched your face at Mark.

"You mean.. there's something else? Mark- How much did you prep-"

"Shhh," Mark shushed you by gently placing two fingers over your lips as you giggled. You were met with silence as you looked at Mark. He smiled softly and tipped his wine glass against his lips. "Remember when we first met?"

You raised an eyebrow at Mark, confused as to where Mark was heading.

Mark continued. "Remember that time... when we talked for the first time. It was during Jackson's birthday party in LA. You went as a plus one to one of his friends."

Mark took a quick breath before continuing, "I couldn't keep my eyes off you..." His words were filled with admiration, as his hand traveled to yours, rubbing soothing circles as your heartbeat raced at Mark's next words.

"And after the party, Jackson introduced me to you for the first time, you said my name with such... shyness, I wanted you so badly." Mark blushed heavily at his confession and squeezed your hand. "I'll never forget the way you stared at me... your beautiful eyes..."

His eyes met yours as your mouth parted, taking in what Mark confessed. Mark squeezed your hand tighter with both hands before continuing. "After the party ended, Jackson left but not before giving me the chance to be alone with you." Mark smiled wider. "And I drove you back to your friend's apartment."

You started to put the pieces of this long story together and smiled. Mark smiled back shyly and took another gulp before setting down the glass, reaching to play with the cuff of his sleeve.

"That car ride...we were both awkward at first, but we made good conversation and I thought you were so charming and funny. The more I got to know you, the more I wanted to hold you, to touch you-" Mark smiled warmly before blushing even more. "But I held it all in." Mark finally spilled, releasing the breath that he was holding back from a rush of excitement.

His words made your heart melt at his words, causing a rush of adrenaline to shoot through your chest. You bit down on your bottom lip and glanced down.

Mark gently took your palm into his, bringing you back to look into his deep brown eyes. "I had to be patient until I made my girl." Mark spoke slowly with a meaningful stare. “But I haven't quite made you my girl yet, huh?" Mark gazed into the sky with his deep brown pools while tightening his grasp around your palm, leaving no space between the two of you, now sitting side by side.

Mark shuffled in his pocket, met your gaze, his gaze intense, with want and love behind his eyes. His face, contorted with shyness and vulnerability as he parted his lips and uttered, "Will you marry me?"

Mark flipped open the black box to reveal a beautiful sparkling gold ring, with your birthstone resting in the middle. The sunset caught the reflection of Mark's face in the ocean waves as Mark anxiously awaited your answer.

You covered your lips again as happy, sweet tears began to cascade your cheeks. With a tremble, you managed out,

"... yes, I will". Mark let out a deep breath he had been holding in as you cried tears of joy. Mark quickly stood and threw his arms over your shoulders. Mark rested his hand on the back of your head, embracing you tightly in a firm, warm hug as tears began to flow as well. He quickly peppered loving, soft kisses around your ear and jaw as you both sniffed and chuckled. Mark quickly and gently lifted you in the air, spinning your body around as your toes left the sand below your feet.

"I was worried for a sec," Mark whispers before resting his forehead against yours after gliding the ring on your finger. "I thought I wouldn't be able to get the words out. You still make me nervous." Mark closed his eyes and wrapped both his arms around the back of your waist while staring longingly and passionately at your face, relishing your features as tears cascaded your skin.

"You were amazing, I loved it!" You lifted your finger admiring your ring in the light. "And, Mark, my ring, it's so beautiful.. I can't believe you remembered my birthstone." Mark blushed at your flattering remarks, bashfully lowering his head as you began to caress his cheek. You placed your nose under his as he intertwined his arms under your arms. With tears streaming down your cheeks, you whispered, "Mark..." He felt goosebumps instantly all over his body as he savored the sound of his name leaving your mouth.

Click!

Mark quickly turned his head with a sharp jerk toward where he thought he heard a familiar sound. Mark quickly shielded your face with his palm as he heard the constant snapping of what sounded like several pictures being taken. The once peaceful beach setting was suddenly disrupted by the presence of strangers taking candid pictures. They hid behind bushes as the clicking of their cameras began to ring in Mark's ear like a relentless pest.

"Shit…" Mark exclaimed and wrapped his arms tightly around you. "Cameras...".

"Hey," You placed your hands on his chest. "Don't worry about them." You briefly glanced over Mark's shoulders.

"But, our proposal pictures are going to be online..." Mark sighed. "This isn't how I pictured this at all". Mark pressed his forehead to yours.

"Mark," You tilted his chin so that your gazes met and lifted yourself to reach his height by tip-toeing. You kissed his cheek and planted soft kisses around the crook of his ear. "Let them," You whispered into his ear softly. "The love of my life just asked me to be his wife. Nothing can ruin this."

You ran your fingers up his nape and teased Mark by leaning in closer to his face, planting a soft, teasing kiss in between Mark's puffed lips as both of your eyes slowly shut. Mark smirked against your lips and let out a soft hum before pressing his lips forward for a brief moment. "C'mere wifey."

Without a second thought, Mark bent down and lifted you with two firm hands supporting the backs of your thighs; the soft sea breeze softly ruffled Mark's hair as he carried your body effortlessly toward the water. You squealed excitedly as you felt the cool water creep up to your waist as Mark held you in the water. His arms pulled you close enough that you could feel his racing heartbeat. You wrapped your arms around Mark's neck.

"I can't believe we're getting married..."

You blushed while resting your head against Mark's neck and wrapping your legs around Mark's torso under the waves, causing his neck to tense underneath your lips. Mark smiled, looking upward with glossy eyes as he cherished the sounds of your giggles. Mark felt the tightness in his chest grow more evident as the sun faded below the horizon. Your fingers ran themselves through the back of Mark's hair as the moonlight shone around your silhouettes. You felt your fingertips slightly brushing against the back of Mark's neck in a feather-like motion while feeling his shoulders rise and fall. You both waded in the water for a while, watching the last rays of sunshine disappear over the horizon. The clicks of the cameras faded out, neither of you even noticing they were there anymore. Mark looked down at you, his brown eyes sparkling in the last beams of light that were left.

"So are you going to stare at me all night?" You teased him.

"I can stare at my fiance all I want," Mark whispered into your neck as he continued embracing you, sending shivers down your spine. "Especially when she's this beautiful." Hearing the word 'fiance' coming out of his lips felt so surreal, and it left your heart hammering in your chest. Mark's words were accompanied by kisses trailing up your neck, tickling your cheek, and finally reaching the corner of your mouth, causing you to gasp. He pressed his mouth onto yours, kissing you deeply, pulling you as close to him as possible. His touch was no longer shy or hesitant but it became daring and confident. He kissed you gently, but passionately as if savoring the kiss. When you felt his tongue graze your lower lip, you parted your lips to invite him in. Your own eagerness stunned you.

You pulled away, flustered. A soft whimper of disappointment escaped your lips. It felt like you couldn't control your actions. He was slowly losing control too, and that was the thought driving you wild. You searched his eyes for confirmation and were greeted with a smile and a nod. You brushed your fingers across his face, tracing the outline of his jaw. Your body pressed flush against his. It was Mark's turn to moan now. The sound escaped him in a sexy husky whisper. "You're really pushing it, babe."

You felt him shift under you, tightening the hold on your body, as his hands slid further up your thighs in the water. Your own hands found his nape, allowing Mark to easily take control of the kiss. Your breath hitched for a second when his mouth began to descend across your cheek, to your neck again, placing heated, wet kisses behind your ear.

With Mark's arms snaked around your waist, he lifts you effortlessly out of the water and carries you back to the villa, away from prying eyes and the cool breeze of the beach, and back into the warmth of the house. You wrapped your legs around his waist, afraid to slip down. Mark's lips never left your neck and you buried your hands in his hair, drinking in his scent. He closed the distance between the beach and the front door quickly, holding you with one arm and gently pushing the door with his free hand. Clumsily he turned the doorknob and pressed on the wood with his shoulder. As soon as you were inside, the kiss grew hungry and eager. Mark slammed the door with his back, barely managing to keep you steady with one arm.

You both burst into the bedroom, still locked in a deep, passionate kiss. Mark lowers you onto the bed and pulls back slowly, breaking your kiss. You moan softly into his mouth at the sudden separation. With your breath quickened you scan your fiancé's face and take note of the fire in his eyes as he takes in your disheveled appearance. He wants you, that much is obvious, but this was different.

"Baby?" You breathed. "You okay?"

He looked at you with such reverence and then took a few breaths in and out before speaking. "I love you so much." His gaze meets yours as he places his index finger under your chin and strokes your cheek with his thumb, holding his hand in the place where it previously resided, before he breaks out in a breathtaking grin. "And now that you're finally my fiance, I can't stop thinking about making absolute love to you." His voice drops an octave and you swear you see his irises darken, before they slide up and down your body, stopping briefly at certain points to commit to memory. He crawls over you to wrap an arm around your waist, pressing your body against his.

"I don't wanna just fuck you tonight," You shivered at his breath against your sensitive ear. "Tonight, I'm gonna love on every part of you," Your toes curled at his words, as you clung to his shirt for support. His words are warm and you feel a gush of wetness spread across your already soaking underwear.

"I'm not gonna stop until you tell me to."

You shuddered.

Mark gently places his other hand against your cheek and draws closer until the warmth of his soft lips were mere inches away. He traced kisses down your jawline before pressing his mouth firmly against your lips. He was thorough and sensual, but there was also a hint of something deeper. It took a moment before it clicked - hunger, ravenous hunger.

"It was so hard looking at you in this dress," Mark said huskily, brushing his lips on your shoulder. "I almost didn't wanna leave the house after seeing you in it." Mark pushed your shoulder strap off your shoulders while eyeing you lustfully, holding your gaze.

"Take it off me then."

Mark complied without missing a beat; his soft fingers slowly pulled them down your shoulders, leaving goosebumps wherever he touched.

His mouth opened slightly while admiring what was in front of his eyes. His gaze was focused on your breasts while he bit his lip; the sight was enough to get you hot and bothered.

You laid there, on the bed, wearing nothing more than your panties, as his gaze devoured every part of you. His eyes settled for the moment on your breasts. The wide smirk on his face was apparent. He pressed himself down and buried his face between your chest and taking a moment to inhale the scent.

He couldn't control himself. The smell was so intoxicating that Mark attacked the underside of your breasts, trailing kisses across their sensitive flesh until his hot mouth reached your already hardened nubs and took them into his mouth one at a time. Your nipples were between his soft, wet lips, and every second spent pleasuring them got more intense by the minute.

His right hand reached for the other mound and gave it a light squeeze before taking it into his hand.

"Mmm...Mark..." you whimpered softly at his actions.

You writhe beneath him as your hips unconsciously thrust upwards, seeking some sort of contact. Mark gave one final kiss to the underside of each breast, leaving your hardened nubs swollen and coated with a sheen of saliva before turning back to your face. He hovered above you while holding himself up by his hands so his body wouldn't put all its weight down on you. He ran the tip of his tongue across his upper lip while savoring the look in your eyes - lust and need.

"Mm. Mm. Mm." He smirked, shaking his head a bit as he continued holding eye contact with you.

"Tease..." You glared, pursing your lips before you ran one of your fingers down his clothed chest, tracing the toned stomach that his thin white button- up did nothing to conceal.

He smiled lovingly at your reaction before removing his shirt by slowly inching it up his abdomen and pulling it over his head without breaking eye contact once during the entire process. You glanced downwards once it was discarded to one side. Mark lowered his hips down and pressed his toned body against you, placing one elbow on the mattress to support his weight.

"I haven't even started teasing you yet." He leaned into your ear, sending goosebumps down your neck. Mark shifted until his erection pressed against your heated core, and you couldn't help but close your eyes, inhaling sharply and clutching at Mark's bicep. His lips found yours for a passionate kiss while simultaneously grinding himself against your clothed center.

You moaned softly while throwing your arms around his backside, pulling him closer. The friction was almost unbearable; all this teasing made you feel as though you might explode.

Mark released your bottom lip and proceeded downwards while pressing butterfly kisses against every available patch of skin he could get a hold of. His soft lips traveled across your throat leaving a trail of fire burning everywhere they touched. You threw your head back onto the pillows as soon as they left. Your fingers dug deeply into the mattress with clenched fists.

His hand dipped underneath the thin fabric to cup your heated center. You instinctively bucked your hips upwards into Mark's hand as he brushed his fingers across your hot folds. You moaned softly, turning your face sideways as he pressed two fingers deeper into your sopping opening and began tracing circular patterns across your slit. Mark parted your slick lips with deft, slender fingers and pushed further until it was at the entrance to your tight core.

His index and middle fingers teasing your aching passage were driving you mad; a bit more than he already did with how sexy he looked. You leaned forward, trying to sink his fingers into your yearning core, only to have Mark remove his hand immediately and deny you further pleasure. He chuckled lightly.

"Not yet."

You whined, as his hand went up your side, up to your jawline. Mark grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger and forced your mouth open just enough for his tongue to enter. Mark dominated you easily with the way his tongue worked its way around yours. It was just like a dance that he knew by heart. As the kiss grew heavier, and more passionate by the minute, you felt his bulging hard-on throb in the confines of his pants, pressing against your leg, needing to be touched. Mark growled into your mouth as his hands traveled all over your body until they stopped at the thin, delicate band that sat on your waist.

"I wonder...just how wet you are for me." His hands circled around and hooked their way around the thin piece of fabric that separated your wet pussy from his bare hand and pulled, tearing it right off you before tossing it on the floor behind him with a smirk.

Your hands gripped Mark's muscular arms as your nails dug into the skin of his forearms, leaving marks behind in their wake.

Mark took advantage of the new freedom and pushed your legs apart and found your wetness once more. This time however, Mark plunged his middle and ring fingers inside, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure escaping your mouth which was muffled by another searing kiss. You threw back your head against the pillows in response as Mark quickly moved his hand back and forth to increase stimulation while hitting the most sensitive points possible. His fingers drove you closer to your climax with each thrust before he removed them.

"Ah!" You cried out at his retreat, disappointed when his warmth was absent. You lifted your head off the sheets to see his face grinning evilly, his body looming over yours as he brought both soaked digits close enough for his tongue to brush against the tips. Mark pushed both fingers between his lips and slowly, sensually lapped up your juices in slow circular motions while maintaining eye contact with you until he was finished. You heard the clink of his belt being unbuckled, then he kicked his pants off and your eyes grew wide at what was in front of your eyes.

He took hold of your thighs and spread your legs, completely exposing you before his erection came into view, hanging over you. Mark traced his length, gripping it gently and gave a few, teasing strokes from the base to the tip until his cock glistened. Mark smiled smugly after noticing your face was flushed and eyes widened in anticipation. Mark stroked the tip against your folds, parting them and got some pleasure from the friction and he teased your entrance with slow, slow strokes. He knew how it turned you on. You bit on your lower lip to stop yourself from moaning, and Mark couldn't hold himself back. You whimpered again when Mark continued sliding up and down, over and over, without inserting it once, eliciting whines of frustration coming out of his fiancé's mouth as you looked at Mark through hooded eyes. Your expression gave way to desperation and want as you couldn't bear the ache any longer.

You thrashed wildly trying to get him to slip. You couldn't take it anymore.

"Mark please..."

He could tell, and Mark had mercy on you, pressing harder on your entrance and using his thumb to rub on the bundle of nerves that stood erect above you, making your body tremble.

Without warning, he slid inside, inch by inch slowly filling your walls and stretching them out till every little space had been stuffed with his length and you gripped him tightly, resulting in him letting out a gasp that turned into a deep, feral groan when he felt how tight you were around him. Mark watched carefully at his actions, trying to savor each moment of how his manhood disappeared into your core, seeing the juices squirting out whenever he pulled out slightly. His pace increased drastically the instant he sensed a familiar warmth coursing through every vein.

"Fuckkkkk," Mark exclaimed through gritted teeth after he was fully enveloped within your heat until you could feel his tip kissing at the entrance of your cervix. Once you were full and stretched open wide, you lay on the bed completely blissed out while you ached from the sudden intrusion. "Damn…babe" Mark said with labored breaths before his face buried itself on top of your neck so that both sides of it were smothered into your skin as he whispered, "Do you know…how much it drives me crazy…hearing those sounds you make?" His breath made you shudder, causing vibrations through his shaft.

"M-Mark...I.." You whimpered softly as his shaft grazed the delicate bundle of nerves on the way out and Mark dug his nails deeper into the smooth skin of your hips before slowly drilling all of his shaft back into you until he was hilt deep. Your legs were lifted over the crook of his arms and held in place against Mark's broad shoulders to provide more leverage while Mark continued thrusting you deeply. He bent his head down until his warm breath tingled against your skin and nibbled at the delicate skin of your collarbone between pants. Mark closed his eyes tightly every time you gripped tightly onto him. Your walls clung around him like he didn't have to withdraw. You continued clinging on tightly, relishing how big and delicious Mark was. It felt so amazing and breathtaking, that you couldn't control yourself anymore and you pulled him in closer by wrapping an arm around the nape of his neck. You pressed your face into the crook of his, your breath hot and fast on his skin.

"You feel so amazing, baby," He panted. "I don't know if I can keep going this slow…You feel too fucking good, " He grunted before breaking into another groan after thrusting roughly into your slick entrance. You held each other with one arm and clawed at Mark's muscular arm while your head pressed further into the crook of his neck, both savoring the feeling. Your other hand squeezed Mark's tight, muscular back as if he could go even further, while your legs stayed in place over his shoulders. Mark hissed when he felt your nails claw at his back which only made him snap his hip and start pounding into you ruthlessly, causing you to yelp with every thrust. A sense of fulfillment overwhelmed you as if your body had finally been deprived of what it desired for months and it felt as though his thick rod was enough to push you over the edge already.

Mark noticed your rapid breathing as his lips continued ghosting the sensitive skin behind your ears and his thrusts grew faster, much faster. His pace had become unstoppable. A new wave of adrenaline seemed to have taken over. He leaned in close and started suckling on the tip of your right nipple before taking the entire nub between his teeth while his large hand palmed your left mound. Your back arched off the bed once Mark's wet tongue grazed against the hardened nub and the new wave of pleasure washed over you; each bite, every touch seemed to cause you to gasp from immense pleasure.

Your body was on the verge of overcoming your senses and you dug your fingernails deeper, leaving a long trail of red marks down the muscular flesh of his back.

"M-Mark-" were all the words you could bring yourself to form before a string of moans and whimpers left your parted lips.

Mark closed his eyes tightly after he felt you tighten and grip onto him like never before and you instinctively rolled your hips slightly upwards, meeting Mark with every thrust.

He bucked his hip and continued pounding into you vigorously. Mark kissed down your neck until his plump lips reached the lower section of your jawline, suckling on it greedily until you cried out loud; each suck only caused Mark to moan loudly every time he felt the walls around his shaft pulsed along with your heartbeat while he continued pistoning into you and hitting deep inside you.

"Baby..." You begged. "Can we switch positions?" Your voice barely came out as more than a whimper. You wanted him closer. Mark responded with a chuckle that came out shakily, just like his arms. He was feeling weak. His rhythmic thrusting came to a halt and he pulled out slowly, earning a long sigh of regret coming from your lips while you witnessed a single strand of his hot seed leaked out and dripped onto the bed after he withdrew completely.

"Anything you want."

With Mark's aid, you turned onto your stomach and propped yourself up on both elbows before he placed both hands on your hips and pulled you into a kneeling position with your perked backside facing him. He guided you, holding onto your hips, lifting them to just the right height. Mark placed a single hand at the small of your back before delivering a string of kisses along your spine, causing your upper body to relax against the mattress. Mark moved closer until both of his knees brushed against the smooth skin of your inner thigh. Your hot center and swollen nubs pressed against the cool silk sheets, while you panted for breath after taking a few seconds to inhale a mouthful of oxygen. Your heart began racing wildly inside your chest when you realized that Mark Tuan stood right behind your naked body and had complete control over your well-being. With his right hand pressed down gently at the center of your back, Mark started rocking his hip slowly back and forth, forcing each thick inch through your tightened walls until his hilt met your dripping entrance. Mark groaned, the walls of your sex instantly clenched around him as they tried to accommodate his size which was not an easy task. You whimpered underneath him while fisting handfuls of silk sheets after you felt Mark's frame leaning down so that both sides of the crook of your neck and shoulders were covered with his warm lips.

"Look at you..." He squeezed and palmed one side of your ass which caused you to grip tightly onto his throbbing shaft once Mark hit a particular spot which felt as though electricity was shooting throughout your body every time the head of his dick rubbed against it. He pressed deeper and buried himself fully within your tight sheath while tracing circles along the ridges of your folds with his thumb before resting it on your swollen clit. Sounds of wet slaps filled the room. The sound mixed with Mark's heavy and breathy breathing drove you to the brink of losing yourself, completely letting go of all common sense while you trembled below. His balls slapped against your sex each time he delivered a thrust, causing you to gasp every time Mark pounded his length deeply inside with vigor.

"This is how I've always wanted to fuck my future wife," Mark pressed his shaft deeper, hitting your core perfectly. "Nice...and slow...and deep." He let out another loud and sharp growl of satisfaction after he had started rolling and swirling his hip at a constant rhythm until his thrusting became more desperate. Almost instinctively, your hips started to buck back eagerly against him as soon as you heard him groan loudly, panting while he squeezed your ass a little tighter between his fingertips before sliding a hand around to the front, gliding his palm past your dripping slit. Mark started slowly massaging the bud between his fingers which caused an unbearable wave of ecstasy to wash over your entire being like a hurricane.

"Oh god..." You clenched around his length when his shaft throbbed.

"Bounce that ass on me." You placed both forearms firmly on the mattress and lifted your ass off the bed. Mark withdrew slightly. After taking the necessary breaths, you began bobbing up and down onto Mark which only pushed him over the edge while his fingers clutched tighter onto one side of your hips and his teeth sank down painfully onto your left shoulder, trying to hold back from reaching his climax.

Mark groaned as he couldn't stop himself anymore, you knew the look. You felt him reaching climax which wasn't long after. The tension increased and increased every second as Mark fucked harder until your muscles shook uncontrollably and you sobbed at his soft pounding. Your walls clenched tight around Mark which caused him to inhale deeply before thrusting hard one last time and the room quickly filled with screams as you cried out loud each other's names in unison. His warm seed gushed inside you and his entire body went rigid, giving another sharp and deep thrust until there was not an inch missing. His warmth filled you and flowed inside, deep to the point where you were aching. He continued filling and spurting until it started oozing down the back of your inner thigh. Mark was coming a lot, and that felt amazing. Your mind was going blank every passing minute while your hips shook before his load trickled down your slit and dripped onto the bed around from where Mark remained sheathed inside you.

A stream of warm cum followed his shaft every time he tried to remove it and his breathing was erratic as Mark tried catching his breath. His arms wrapped around your midsection tightly before Mark collapsed next to you, chest heaving and sweat glistening from head to toe as Mark's panting was completely unstoppable while your limp body laid sprawled out completely blissed out underneath him before a smirk tugged at the corner of his plump lips at the sight. Mark laughed breathlessly and pulled himself up slightly until his weight pressed on top of you.

"Wow." He murmured while kissing the nape of your neck while pulling out and rolling over to lie on the mattress next to your exhausted self. "That was...wow." Mark continued trailing small kisses down your vertebra which sent goosebumps down your spine while you struggled to sit up which resulted in more streams of his seed still slowly seeping from between your legs.

"Baby-" You moaned with heavy breaths escaping through parted lips while Mark ran both hands down from the small of your back along the slick skin until he rested them against your thighs and pulled both legs over to straddle his hips.

"Shhh..." He whispered teasingly. "Let's get you cleaned up, Mrs. Tuan."

With that, your fiance swiftly lifted you up and carried you bridal style toward the bathroom.

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The one where you met...before you actually met

Pairing: Fratboy!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 6.7k

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI SMUT, Fluff, One night stand, Top!Wanda, Bottom!Reader consuming of alcohol, legal age, curse words, fingering (R Receiving), Oral Sex (R Receiving), praise (use of good girl)

The Request: Omg if you’re writing for frat boy! Wanda can I possibly request her seeing you at a bar after you’ve been stood up and then flirting with you until she takes you home for the night? Thank you!!!

A/N: Hello people! I said I'd give you all a little treat before there is a slow down/lack of fics on my part. I know this request was probably more intended for just a random Fratboy!Wanda request but just to make things easier for me and my sanity I attempted my best to work it in with my 'She Looks Like Fun' Fratboy!Wanda series. By writing this I do think it'll add a lot more fun to the main parts of the story when or if I ever get the chance to write them again. Any of you can send any requests or ideas you have or want to see R and Fratboy!Wanda do I'll be more than happy to write it. As always happy reading and I hope you enjoy it.

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It was roughly about 2 months till your actual college course started, but you took it upon yourself to move to this unknown new city. You moved early to just get more familiar with this city you would be living in regularly for the next 4 years. Although you couldn’t help but feel scared and apprehensive living quite so far away from your family. It would have to be something you’d have to get used to rather quickly.

For some reason, you couldn’t understand why you joined a dating app after finally getting settled in your apartment. So here you were sitting in a bar waiting around for a girl called Natalie to show up. Your eyes scanned aimlessly around the room and behind the bar, as you ran your finger around the top of your beer bottle whilst your other hand anxiously started picking at the label of the bottle.

What you didn’t realise the second you stepped through the doors there was a girl with auburn hair sitting beside her twin brother with dyed white hair sipping drinks with some of their friends, Both with their eyes trained on you. Watching your every move, the girl had already stopped the boy from approaching you for some reason she assumed by how you were acting you were waiting for someone to show up. He couldn’t help but grumble annoyingly over being pushed back down as he grabbed his beer and slouched back.

She couldn’t figure out why she was so enamoured by you especially due to the fact she hasn’t even seen you properly. She hasn’t seen the front of you, hasn’t seen your face, doesn’t even know your personality, and doesn’t even know if you’re a nice person. So why was she so taken away by you.

You couldn’t help but sigh and order drink after drink as you saw the time and hours pass you by. It was rather sad that you stayed for so long expecting this Natalie girl to show after it being so long. You should’ve really just gone home by now but you’d be doing nothing better at home alone so you decided just to say.

There was only so much this auburn-haired girl could take seeing you sit alone at the bar drinking beer after beer, seeing your whole form deflate as the night went on. So she took a deep breath as she downed the rest of her drink as she muttered to her friends “I’ll be back shortly.” With that comment made she was met with a loud group of cheers from her friends and brother as she slowly approached the bar the only thing in her mind was interacting with you. She smiled gently at the bartender as she waited patiently to order her drink as she saw you out of her peripheral vision.

She cleared her throat quickly “this is going to come across as very cliché and cheesy. I don’t mean it to be but I haven’t seen you around here much before….are you new here?”

You let out a muffled laugh as you swallow the rest of your beer “What gave it away? Me sitting here for hours, waiting for a no-show, or the fact I have been here for hours and I don’t have a group of friends around me talking to me?”

The mysterious girl just stared at you with her mouth ajar “I uh-” She swiftly picked up her drink and gulped it just as quick as it got placed in front of her. She grimaced slightly as she felt it go down her throat “Uh…I guess all of the above.” You couldn’t help but laugh at her answer. You tilted your bottle towards the stranger waiting for her to cheers, she smirked slightly as she tapped her bottle against yours. She automatically raised her eyebrows waiting to hear your name. You knew what she was pausing for as you had an internal battle trying to decide if you should come up with a fake name quickly or just give in and give her your actual name.

“My name is Emma”

“Emma huh… that’s pretty. My name’s……. Scarlett.”

You both smile softly at each other as your bottles clink against each other.

Frankly, you knew you were in deep trouble the second you saw those emerald eyes staring at you and shining like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. “But to answer your earlier question, I am very much new here. I moved here recently since I’m starting a college course here in a few months and I just wanted to get familiar with the area since I’d be living here for the next 4 years.”

Scarlett hummed as she tipped her drink back into her mouth “that is a very wise decision, you must be a very smart girl Emma.” You didn’t and couldn’t explain why you felt your face heat up at that comment but who could blame you when it came from such a beautiful girl’s mouth. You couldn’t figure out if Scarlett had noticed you becoming flustered over that phrase escaping out of her mouth she wasn’t the easiest person to read….but that could be due to the alcohol in your system. It was decided between the both of you to slow down slightly on drinking whilst you both ordered whatever bar food they had to offer in an attempt to sober you both back up a bit.

“Y’know, I don’t understand why and how a girl as beautiful as you got stood up tonight. They either must be blind or stupid…..perhaps even both.” You nod aimlessly as you keep eating your food. “I guess we’ll never know because she hasn’t even texted me to let me know why.”

Scarlett couldn’t help but smirk slightly as she ate her food she took a mental note at the mention of a she. She tapped aimlessly at the top of the bar counter as she pushed her plate away “I hope I’m not bothering you and that I’m actually being good company for you, Emma.”

You laughed as you hummed in thought “Well you’re much better company than a no-show, but it doesn’t take a genius to figure that out.” Scarlett paused to study you silently before she made this next comment “I’m assuming you aren’t gonna tell me the course you’re gonna be studying or the college you will be attending?” You stared her down as you shook your head confidently “No chance, I’m afraid. If it happens you see me at your college you see me.” She clicked her tongue and groaned in annoyance, in turn, she positioned herself towards you as had her fingers graze your leg.

As Scarlett goes to move her hand higher she decides to keep it placed on your knee however instead she decides to run the tip of her shoe up and down your shin as you both discuss random topics. You smirk briefly as you glance down at her hand and foot. Clearly not in a rush to actually get to know each other better which may become a regret for you both at a later time. The two of you never realised when and how it happened but both of your heads had leaned in as close as physically possible taking in every detail of each other. Your fingers tangling and playing with the ends of her auburn hair.

Besotted…. Besotted was one of the only words to describe how the both of you were acting. Whether you both knew it or not you were both purely infatuated with each other there was some sort of link and connection created that night between the two of you. Rather sadly for the two of you, the bar had announced they were closing for the night. Hesitantly you both made eye contact and swallowed slowly knowing your time together was up. Both of your mouths open at the same time to say something but you end up getting interrupted by a faint “Hey Sestra! Come on we’ve got to get home!” Once that reaches your ears you pull back as far as you could assuming that it was some sort of nickname from her partner.

Scarlett clenched her eyes and cursed the stupidity of her twin brother internally when she opened her eyes again she saw you getting ready to leave she hopped up quickly as she said rather panicked “can you just give me one minute and wait, please. I’ll be back literally as fast as possible.”

You stop all your movements as you stare at her rather disheartened “Scar…I….I dunno is this really a good idea if your partner and probably friends are over there waiting for you?”

Scarlett who was smiling at hearing you call her Scar which very quickly changed to disgust and grimaces at hearing you unknowingly call her sibling her partner. Her jaw went slack as she frantically shook her head “I promise you I can explain this properly when I get back but I can assure you that, that person who just called over to me is far…so far from my partner it is laughable. But I will explain better when I come back just promise me you’ll wait?” You sighed softly but nevertheless nodded and told her you’d wait.

She quickly makes her way over to Pietro and her friends “Right, Pietro my absolutely favourite twin brother that I adore, I need you to do a favour for me.” Scarlett stares at her brother expectedly he sighs and arches his eyebrow “first of all I’m your only sibling…hell, I’m your only sibling. But what is it that you want rather need me to do?”

“I need you to stay over at one of our friend’s houses tonight or as ya know you could go spend some time with Monica….see how that goes. Considering I’ve been talking to Emma and we’ve been getting on really well. Albeit neither of the two of us are actually sharing any personal information because whilst it hasn’t been verbally agreed upon between the two of us. We both know that it will just be a one-time thing…considering she wouldn’t tell me where she’s studying or her course. Well, that’s unless I happen to run into her again and meet her.”

Pietro grumbles under his breath “why’d you have to mention Monica.” Scarlett can’t help but giggle at his comment in retaliation Pietro smacks her arm and whispers “but also really….Scarlett?” She pinches his stomach “shhh okay I dunno it goes with the not sharing anything personal between the two of us. But will you please do this for me?”

He throws his head back as he reluctantly agrees “fine I’ll figure something out but you owe me for this.” She throws her arms around Pietro hugging me and places a kiss on his cheek “you are the absolute best, you won’t regret this!”

As you aimlessly stand around waiting for Scarlett to come back, you start kicking the dirt that’s along the floor whilst whistling quietly to yourself. You jump slightly at the feeling of someone’s hands being placed on your waist, and a breath escapes between your lips as you look up and see a pair of green eyes looking at you with auburn hair falling at either side of her face. Scarlett stuffs her hands into her pockets “Right, so about the guy that was calling me over…I know we weren’t sharing personal information but he is my twin brother and sestra means sister.”

You nod your head slowly as you take in the new information, you raise your eyebrows as a thought crosses your mind “And how come you haven’t gone back home with him?” She smiles once she hears your question “Well because I have a quite beautiful and mysterious girl that was waiting for me that I may want to get to know better or maybe do other things with.” You chuckle as you shake your head and nudge her with your shoulder “Cheeky Scar, you’re very cheeky. Who says you’ll get that far with me?”

Scarlett shrugs as she tilts her head to the door and starts walking with you “I dunno just a gut feeling I suppose.” You smirk as you look at her out of the corner of your eye as you make the journey home with her.

As you approach her apartment you slow your steps down significantly, you suddenly can’t help but feel nervous as soon as Scarlett takes out her keys to unlock the door. Scarlett’s movements halt when she notices you aren’t standing behind her. “Are…are you okay Emma?” You nod slowly as you start approaching her again “Emma, nothing has to happen once we go in there if you aren’t comfortable. We can just go and watch something, and have a soda or something.”

You grin at her softly “it’s okay Scar, whatever happens, happens.” Once Scarlett finally opens the door you walk in after her as your eyes widen at the surprisingly big apartment that she has. You smile softly at the pictures placed around the apartment of Scarlett and from what you saw tonight her brother and parents. “It is a very nice place you have here, Scar.”

“Thank you it is nice to have such a big space especially when it comes to apartments but relax make yourself at home. I’m just gonna place some things in my room I’ll be back in a few seconds.” You hum in agreement as you stroll around the living room and place yourself on her sofa, taking a deep breath in and closing your eyes in the process. If you were left here long enough alone you knew you could very easily fall asleep so in an attempt to keep yourself away you draped your arms over the back of the sofa and started tapping your fingers randomly to keep yourself conscious.

Whilst you were in your own little world, the noise of Scarlett’s footsteps didn’t register with you. She chuckles lightly and bites her lip at the sight of you “ Wow, who would’ve thought you’d look so good laid out across my sofa…well I mean it’d probably be a better view if fewer clothes were on but nevertheless still an amazing view to witness.” Your head shoots up and chuckle nervously escapes past your lips as you hear a more velvety slightly more accented voice come from Scarlett's mouth. As you're gazing at her you can’t help but open and close your mouth like a fish out of water at how suddenly nervous she makes.

“What’s wrong hun cat got your tongue? You weren’t this timid back at the bar?”

You clear your throat slightly as you run your tongue along your bottom lip “I- Well you see I didn’t hear you speak with an accent in the bar…you sounded very much American….so I can’t lie it’s thrown me off a little bit but it’s enticing me….a lot.”

Scarlett approaches you on the sofa to sit beside you she grins as she states “Enticing you Sweetie? In what way?” You run your finger back and forth on the top of the sofa as you try to think of how to phrase this. “Well…. To put it in a nice and appropriate way I find your accent very…very attractive and if it’s a thing you hide it because you don’t like it or because of other people, don’t hide it and really you shouldn’t hide it because it’s what makes you, you and in turn, it makes you unique. And I mean you have the bonus of it making men or women putty in your hands willing to do anything.”

“People willing to do anything? Are you included in that list of people?”

“I… I could be included in that list of people.

As Scarlett looks you up and down taking everything in she can’t help but smirk and nod slowly whilst biting her lip “that’s….noted Emma noted.” You are both essentially stuck in a trance staring at each other without even noticing the two of you leaning in closer to each other. A bang outside of Scarlett’s apartment makes you both realise what was going to happen. She moves back across the sofa and coughs awkwardly “so uhh do you want anything to drink? Or want to do anything specific?”

“Uh just some tea or something of the sorts, I don’t fancy drinking more alcohol at this moment in time. As for what we can do….uhhh do you just wanna watch a movie, a TV show or something like that?”

“Yeah that’s perfect, we can do that. You can either go onto Netflix and choose a movie or TV show on there or I know I have a sitcom box set down on the bottom shelf of the TV stand there.” You mutter out a quiet okay and thank you as you look down at the bottom shelf.

Once you were sure you heard Scarlett’s footsteps had left the room you bent down to flick through her sitcom box set. What you didn’t know though was she had stopped at the door and turned back to look at you, which left her jaw dropped as she saw you with your ass basically in the air. As she stared at your ass more she couldn’t help but bite her lip, she threw her head back and groaned quietly as she went to make both of your drinks.

You sit back waiting patiently for Scarlett to come back whilst holding two DVD cases in your hand, going unnoticed by you she re-enters the room with very cautious steps as she holds onto the mugs. Once you hear mutters and mumbles coming from behind, you turn around slightly seeing nothing but pure concentration on Scarlett’s face also taking in that she has changed into sweatpants. You let out a boisterous laugh when you see Scarlett walk into the corner of the sofa as a “fuck” escapes past her lips as she keeps her eyes trained on the liquids swishing around in the mugs.

Scarlett playfully glares at you when she hears you laughing attempting to stay serious and not join in on the laughing she exclaims “heyyy stop laughing at me, I made you this drink.” You nod back confidently and playfully “okay okay, sure sorry. I appreciate you very much for making my drink Scar.” She makes sure to look back at you as she places the mugs down and sits on the sofa and makes sure to grin at you smugly.

“And in turn for laughing at me, I get to decide what sitcom we’re watching.” You smirk and raise your hand in surrender as you place the DVDs in her lap whilst you reach for your mug and sit back on the sofa. What you didn’t notice was how ecstatic Scarlett was when she noticed the sitcoms you picked were her absolute favourites, she bit her lip as she tried to hide how excited she was. When she leaned forward to place the disk in she threw a blanket onto your lap “you’ll need it, hun, it gets cold in here later.”

You hum in thought as you decide to act oblivious “where’s your blanket then Scar? I mean it’s okay if you don’t have another I don’t mind sharing.”

Scarlett hides her grin behind her mug “It’s gonna be so much better for us then…sharing one blanket means even more warmth and heat…we all know the positives of body heat in cold weather.” You yourself with spreading the blanket out, in a bad attempt to hide the heat that was already spreading across your body at what you could only assume she was insinuating.

As the night went on you both did end up under the blanket realistically you both were cuddling Scar’s arm was on the back of the sofa around your shoulders, whilst your head was placed in the crook of her neck. Whilst one of your hands was playing with her baby hairs on the nape of her neck whilst the other was drawing random shapes and lines on her thigh. If anyone was to walk in, at this moment in time they’d have easily mistaken you for a happy couple that had been together for years.

When it started getting later and later you both knew nothing did technically need to happen tonight. Scarlett seemed to be quite happy just watching sitcoms. You assume she just wanted to make your shitty night a little better, what you wouldn’t have actually believed was that was Scarlett’s exact intention just to make your night a little better after being stood up. She really couldn’t figure out why she was perfectly content with just lounging around with you a…stranger she just met at a bar, if it was any other person she took home after a night out she’d be sleeping with them already. But you….you felt and were different to her for some reason, she couldn't figure out why or how but she knew. And she hoped you felt and knew that too.

For whatever reason, the thought of Scar just doing this to make your night better wouldn’t leave your mind, no matter how hard you tried to concentrate on the sitcom playing continuously on the screen. As your thoughts run away with how you could potentially repay her in thanks for making this night not such a failure. There was only one thing your mind repeatedly thought of.

You composed yourself and took a deep breath as you finally decided to commit to this idea.

As much as Scarlett would like to say she was purely focused on watching the sitcom, she couldn’t lie the feeling of your fingers against her thigh was driving her absolutely up the wall. Whilst she is beating herself up about having these thoughts if you just moved your fingers higher and over slightly she is convinced she would be in heaven right now. She felt the movement of your head go into the crook of her neck more, immediately her body started to tense. At this point, she couldn’t if you were even still awake the only indication to her that you were awake was the constant movement of your hands.

What took her by surprise was when she felt your lips part and start to place soft, slow kisses against her sensitive skin. Although it took her by surprise her body immediately relaxed as her head slowly started moving backwards and sideways to give you more room and space for your kisses.

Once you knew all her focus was on the feel of your lips against her neck, you slowly manoeuvred your hand to lay flat against her thigh deciding to rub and massage at it slowly. Trying to get Scarlett to subconsciously spread her legs wider for you, the sound of the sitcom becoming background noise to you both now as Scarlett’s breaths and hums were slowly but surely getting louder the more you touched her. Glancing out of the corner of your eye, clearly, visible was her hand clenching the blanket in her fist knowing she was having an internal debate about whether she could touch you or not. You smirked and giggled slightly against her skin as you reached out for her hand and placed it on your ass.

Humming against her neck as you felt her hand squeeze your ass she groaned quietly as she felt it and muttered under her breath “fucking hell.” Clenching your eyes shut as you ran your tongue along her jawline up to her earlobes, nipping, biting, licking and kissing every part of her face that you had access to.

As much as Scarlett was enjoying this she pulled herself away from you to collect her thoughts briefly “Ems, Em, Emma we don’t have to do this tonight, it doesn’t have to happen at all if you aren’t comfortable with this. Also considering you had a pretty shitty night tonight I don’t want to be taking advantage of this if you’re feeling somewhat vulnerable just in an attempt to make yourself feel better.”

You sigh when you hear the words escape past her lips, before you say anything you splay your fingers out across her jawline and neck and decide to straddle her lap. “Scar don’t take this the wrong way but you are quite stupid for saying that, if I didn’t want this to be happening, I wouldn’t have instigated it.” When you notice Scarlett looking at you as if she is trying to remember every aspect of your face, it’s impossible for you to not feel nervous. In an attempt to hide away from her you move to sit down on her lap which only leads to her placing her hands on your waist as she subtly moves one of her legs in between yours to start moving you back and forth against her thigh.

Scarlett’s grip on your waist tightened drastically as she felt you against her placing wet kisses up her jawline and biting her ear. She swallows dryly whilst moving her head back to ask you one more question. “Okay, okay one more question, do you want to stay here or do you want to go to my room where it’s more comfortable well you know cause….there’s a bed.”

Immediately and rather frantically you responded in nothing but disagreement shaking your head and humming. As you placed kisses on the corner of her mouth and on her lips frequently mumbling against her lips “mhmm nu-uh, it’ll waste too much time and this sofa seems comfortable enough.” Scarlett can’t help but groan at that comment as she pulls you against her more and wraps her arms around you. Both of you are quite surprised by just how good the two of you kissing feels.

Attempting to as smoothly as you can you manoeuvre yourself off of her lap to be able to lie down on the sofa, making sure you kept your grip on the front of your shirt as you dragged her down on top of you. Scarlett bites your lip softly in a silent plea for you to open your mouth so she can slip her tongue in, which you obey quite easily by gasping once you feel the bite. You run your hands through your hair to push her down closer to you as you feel her tongue start to move around your mouth you hum at the feeling.

As you go to move your hands down Scarlett, you open your eyes abruptly as you realise your rings are stuck in her hair, you pull and move your head back from her kisses as you whisper into Scarlett’s ear “Scar move your head and kisses down to my neck whilst I attempt to untangle your hair from my rings and take them off.” All you receive is a nod in understanding as you feel her shift herself downwards.

You sigh as you tilt your head up slightly as you try to get the knots out of her hair with one hand with the feeling of her kisses against your neck as she nips and bites at your soft skin. A sense of relief washes over you as you take out hand out of her hair and instantly you remove the rings off of your fingers and chuck them onto the coffee table not realising they rolled off the table and under something as you promptly got back to kissing Scarlett….not really though as she basically refused to move from your neck and she bit around your neck looking for the most sensitive spot. She grinned to herself as her teeth grazed a spot which in turn made your body jolt beneath her. Scarlett murmurs against your neck “mhmm there it is.” You roll your eyes at that comment which results in her biting your neck in retaliation “ow, Scar what the fuck?”

“You rolled your eyes!”

“You didn’t even see me or it happening how can you know for sure?”

Scarlett huffs as she sits up and straddles your lap “I know you did Emma, don’t lie to me. I know everything.” You gulp as you stare up at her as you nod your head in agreement and let a quiet “okay, okay. I did roll my eyes and I did lie to you by saying I didn’t.”

She can’t help but click her tongue and shake her head in disappointment. “I expected so much better from you Emma.” Her fingers skim against the waistband of your jeans and undoes your belt and buttons on your jeans. Whilst she pouts down at you, she watches your chest rise and fall as her hands get closer to where you want her to be. You attempt to hide just how heavy your breathing is getting as you feel Scarlett lie down on top of you again as her hand slips down the waistband of your jeans her fingers run up and down your legs, and skim past your underwear. A mixture between a whimper and a moan escapes past your lips as her fingers and hands move around your legs and thighs inching closer and closer to your core.

As you watch her face closely in an attempt to get a read on her as her fingers run up your thigh, out of your control your hips buck and push themselves up and further against her. You groan as quietly as possible when you hear Scarlett click her tongue “Emma y’know what I wouldn’t have taken you for one of those extremely needy girls who has no patience or self-control from looking at you and talking to you. But I guess we all get surprised sometimes huh?” Once Scarlett realises you’ve thrown your head back rolling your eyes at her comment, she decides whilst you’re not paying attention she pushes her fingers into your core and lets out a strangled moan at the feel of you around her fingers.

She places her head in the crook of your neck and smirks as she hears the surprised gasp come from your mouth at the intrusion of her fingers. You mutter out a quiet “fuck” as you feel the slow pace of her fingers thrusting in and out of you, whilst she simultaneously leaves sloppy wet kisses across the most sensitive parts of your neck. Trying your absolute hardest to get your rather laboured breathing under control in an effort to hide just how affected by her you were…which didn’t last long when you heard the muffled comment come from her “Now now Emma don’t be trying to hide how you’re really feeling from me now after we’ve come this far.” She makes sure to accentuate her point by thrusting her fingers in faster and harder into you as well as curling her fingers and pressing them against the more delicate part of your core. In turn, making your back arch off of the sofa as your mouth hangs open in a silent moan.

There was one thought constantly going through your head at this moment in time, that you have never felt this good when sleeping with someone, could it be due to not sleeping with someone for so long…possibly but all you knew right now was Scarlett was making you feel fucking amazing and you didn’t want her to stop any time soon. As you feel her fingers pressing against you more at what feels like an inhuman pace you languidly start pushing your jeans and underwear down your legs to give you more space to spread your legs more whilst Scarlett can do whatever she likes to you.

Falling on rather deaf ears due to the ecstasy you were feeling the comment of “Such a good girl for me.” wasn’t even registered by you. As she expected as she was looking down at you seeing you in a rather blissed out state with your eyes closed, head thrown back against the armrest and your mouth wide open letting out choked-out moans with inaudible “yes….yes right there…..keep going…p-please don’t stop.”

Scarlett bit her lip to hold back all the moans and whimpers that were coming from you, and don’t even get her started on the noises coming from between your legs due to her moving her fingers in and out of you. She muttered to herself softly so you wouldn’t hear….not like that you would hear anyway “God, honey you’re so wet, I wonder if it’s always like this or is it just because of me.” Her eyebrows raised quickly once your hand grabbed her wrist, it was then she noticed how your thighs were starting to twitch frantically whilst she can feel the clenching of your walls around her fingers.

Your eyes close tightly as you feel Scarlett adjust and move her fingers slightly letting out a whimper when you feel her remove her fingers. You look up at her wide-eyed basically asking the question “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” to her silently. She couldn’t help but chuckle “Relax honey, you’ll get your fill quickly I just wanted to do this first.” You squint your eyes and furrow your eyebrows as you stare her down, but your mouth parts slightly when you see her place her fingers into her mouth and humming to herself at the taste. As she removes her fingers with a pop she licks and sucks on her thumb as she places her fingers by your core again and thrusts them into you whilst placing her thumb on your clit. You gasp out as you feel her pick up the pace right where she stopped with the addition of her doing fast, tight circles on your clit with her thumb.

She smirks to herself at your messy moans and cries as she sees your whole body start to tense again as your eyes close tightly and mouth agape. “Em cum for me, cum for me sweetheart.” A loud moan escapes your mouth with quickly turns into a silent scream as your orgasm finally hits feeling her thrust into you even harder and fast feeling yourself clench around her fingers. “Fuck….oh my fucking God,” you exclaim breathlessly as you swallow dryly. Your hand still holds onto her wrist loosely as you still feel her move in and out of you slowly to help you after your high.

Once Scarlett knows you’ve calmed down from your high, she lies down against you more smirking to herself mischievously as she keeps he fingers in you still. Placing soft gentle kisses against the marks she’s already left on your neck and collarbone making sure to run her tongue across them, groaning to herself in delight as she can taste the slight saltiness due to your sweat. You hum softly loving the feeling of her lips against your skin as you lazily run your hand through your hair not noticing how she slowly but surely starts moving down your body.

Your hips jerk due to the feel of her lips against your thighs not even thinking about what her next move is going to be. But you gasp in surprise as you feel her lips and tongue place themselves against your core as she licks up your core whilst simultaneously spreading your folds with the fingers she still has inside you as she teasingly places her tongue inside you. Grabbing onto the back of her hair as you feel the vibrations of her moans against your core. “Fucking hell, Scar you’re insatiable.”

“Mhmm can’t help it you’re addicting. You taste and smell so good.” You whine and throw your head back at that comment as you feel her mouth moving around between your legs making sure to get all of your cum. Humming in pleasure as you feel her get more comfortable though that’s quickly replaced by a moan when you feel her suck on your bundle of nerves as her fingers start to move through your folds again.

Scarlett makes sure to quickly remove her fingers and replace them with her tongue, groaning at the feel of your walls already clenching around her tongue. She places her two fingers on your bundle of nerves and moves her fingers in tight circular motions. Load moans reverberate off the walls of her apartment as you start to lift your hips up moving them in time with Scarlett’s tongue. With her free hand, she pulls you down closer to her as the tip of her nose starts to hit off your bundle of nerves.

Knowing you’re close to reaching another high already after your first she makes sure to tap some part of your body letting you know that you can let go whenever you like. Which in turn doesn’t very long as she feels your thighs tense and press in against her head hearing your muffled screams and heavy breathing. She slows down her licks and starts to place soft kisses on your core, clit and thighs in an attempt to calm you down.

Scarlett places her head on your abdomen to look up at you as she looks at you getting your breath back drawing mindless shapes on your stomach, whilst licking the rest of your cum off from around her mouth. You look down at her and let out a breathless laugh when you see her wiping your cum off from around her mouth with her finger and placing it back into her mouth making sure to not let any of it go to waste.

She shoots you back a soft smile “So after all that d’you want some water, a shower or a bath anything like that?”

You nod slowly “Water would be good thank you, but a shower or bath can wait for a little while,” you say dismissively as Scarlett got up to get a bottle of water for you from the kitchen. You hear the curious tone in her voice as she questions you “Why can they wait till later, my dear Emma?” You slowly manoeuvre yourself to sit up as you pull up your underwear and jeans leaving them unbuttoned muttering a quiet “thank you” as you take the bottle from her. She sits beside you staring at you curiously as her fingers play with the hair on the nape of your neck.

Grinning slowly you lean over towards her, placing small pecks on her lips, teasing her with your tongue and kissing the corner of your mouth. “I’m positively sure a girl like you, in that bedroom of yours, has a strap or maybe multiple straps that you either love to use on people or for them to get used on you. Hearing the quiet groan escape her lips at that comment you smirk to yourself. She nods slowly as she leans into the kisses you’re placing on her skin “Y-yeah there are quite a few in that room of mine if you want your pick.”

You pull back and smile mischievously at her as you grab at her t-shirt and pull her to stand up with you grabbing both your water bottles and kissing her. “Well, then I think we…well, I need to see how good you are Miss Scarlett at using a strap if you’re that good with your fingers and mouth. She stumbles as you pull her up with you, messily turning off the TV with the remote in the process as she keeps her eyes on you. She clears her throat “I- I mean if that’s what you want.”

You nod your head confidently “Yeah…yeah that’s what I want Scarlett.” Laughing again at the whimper that comes from the back of her throat you drag her down the hallway. Once her head has caught up with what is actually going to happen she quickly pushes against your chest walking you down to her room as she pushes open the door and kicks it closed behind her.

Muffled comments can be heard coming from you both in Scarlett’s room as she claims “Who’s the insatiable one now Emma?”

You chuckle “You’d understand why I’m so insatiable now if you could get fucked by yourself Scar. You’re very…very good.”

Unknowingly between the both of you, the fun part would happen in 2 months time. When you both would meet each other for the first time....again. Although having no recollection of who the other person was….due to simple appearance changes. Only this time you would be meeting each other as Y/N Y/L/N and Wanda Maximoff.

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